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(a/n): This piece is my contribution to the First Time for Everything Ikémen Fan Zine hosted by @dicenete and @lorei-writes
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“Keep your chin up, cara mia,” Leonardo instructs with the brush in his hand.
“Sorry, it’s hard not to look down at Lumiére. He’s just so cute.” Ronnie pouts, gazing down at the sleeping feline again, and gently rubbing its black fur.
“You’re doing it again.” He chuckles, walking towards her. He fixes her pose and gives her cheek a gentle pinch.
“Sorry, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like your hands on me.”
“Naughty girl,” he snickers.
Ronnie chuckles, then sighs contentedly. The sweet smell of the flowers around them wafts to her nose, a familiar scent she has missed. “I’ve missed this place.”
He hums. “Me too. It looks exactly how it did when we left for our honeymoon five years ago… somehow.” She laughs again. “Now stay still, just like that.” He presses his brush against the canvas in swift and smooth strokes as he works on the portrait. “Good girl.” That makes her cheeks flush with a soft shade of pink, a smile fighting its way across her face. “Lovely shade…” he murmurs.
Leonardo grows quiet as he studies her face, her gentle expression, soft brown eyes, and warm yet teasing smile. After a moment—once her expression has settled into him—he says, “You know, cara…You’ve changed remarkably little since the day we met.”
She snorts. “We don’t change the way humans do, tesoro,” she says softly, “but the way we settle into ourselves… that does.”
He notices how calm she is with him, how natural their banter is, how inevitable they feel, and how he does not fear the passing of time since they are together.
“...Curious,” he murmurs to himself.
“What is?”
He hesitates for a moment, brush hovering over the canvas. “When did you know?”
She tilts her head to one side, confused. “Know what?”
“That I was the one you’d endure eternity with?”
Her cheeks blush ever so softly, and that almost shy smile that he adores creeps across her face. He feels the urge to recreate that hue.
She thinks for a moment, the memory unfolding as if it had happened yesterday. The sound of the river, the distant market noise, the smell of freshly baked bread, the sweet tobacco clinging to his clothes, the cacophony of laughter, the bustling people, the flapping of bird wings, and the light, frantic stir in her chest. The Oporto of three decades ago comes to life once more.
They were walking along the Duero River; the streets were alive with vendors, laughter, and overlapping conversations. But this time, their loud voices did not bother Ronnie at all, perhaps because she was too focused on what Leonardo had to say. She always listened to him, especially when he rambled about the things he loved. This time, he was talking about humans, and there was a gentleness in his tone and a twinkle in his golden eyes that had her staring at him in awe and wonder. She tightened her grip on his arm, smiling softly at how passionately he spoke about those creatures. Were it not for his insistence on her giving humans a chance, she would have never gotten out of the comfort of her book-filled chambers at her family’s manor in South America.
“You see, humans aren’t defined by their worst instincts. They’re defined by the moments when they choose to—” He stopped abruptly, his expression shifted from admiration to focused. He let go of his companion and crossed the street without much of a word.
“Hm? Leonardo?” She stood there for a moment, confused and wondering what had just happened, before trailing behind him. He strode towards one of the vendors, the one who was selling birds. The cage was cramped and rusty, and the poor creatures were fluttering their dull feathers in panic, evidently stressed. She frowned, lip twitching in contempt, not at the birds but at the vendor.
“I want to buy them all,” was all Leonardo said.
Ronnie blinked in surprise, having expected him to lecture the vendor and demand the avians’ release—but instead, he paid for them.
As soon as the vendor handed Leonardo the first of the caged birds, Leonardo opened his palms, setting it free. He did the same with every one that followed—and every single time, her heart fluttered.
Leonardo’s soft chuckle brings her back to the present. She smiles at him, eyes crinkling with joy.
“Back then, you didn’t look back at me. You didn’t look at anyone. You only watched the birds flying away in the sky with an expression so gentle that it made my heart quiver.”
“Cara mia,” he whispers, walking towards her.
“Only when the birds were out of sight, you turned to me. Do you remember what you told me?”
He nods once. “I said, ‘If people were only what they do when desperate, then none of us would be worth saving. That choice… that’s what defines them.’” He smiles. “I meant it.” He cups her cheeks ever so tenderly, rubbing his thumbs on them.
She leans into his touch. “I know.”
“Didn’t know that simple moment stayed with you all this time.” He exhales softly, the sound almost resembling a laugh. “You’ve always seen me so clearly, haven’t you?” He leans his forehead against hers. “I think that somewhere along the way, that’s what made me fall in love with you, Ronnie,” he whispers, breath tickling her smiling lips, before claiming them with a loving kiss.
Leonardo pulls away, eyes closed, and exhales: “I couldn’t have chosen a better wife than you, amore mio.”
Her cheeks blaze at his words, and she giggles contentedly as her hands find purchase in his shirt, pulling him in for another kiss.
Lumiére, who feels trapped between the two, jumps off her lap and stretches meowing once.
Leonardo stares down at his beloved pet. “Heh, tired already, little one?” The cat simply turns around and calmly saunters towards the manor.
“Maybe we should continue tomorrow,” she offers, finally getting up and stretching her weary limbs.
He teases, “Hope you can stay still tomorrow.”
Smirking, she fixes the collar of his shirt and says, “Who knows, I might surprise you.”
Surrounded by tender banter, laughter, and the sweet aroma of the flowers, the painting remains unfinished—yet as inevitable as their love story.
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Where should I start…this is art in its purest form. The gift to use words not as an ornament to boast but rather as a weapon to build meaning. I’m stunned by the way you set the tone for the narrative with the very first words, by your ability to make me feel as if I were sneaking up on a couple of lovers in the middle of a very intimate conversation. Leonardo from your pen is the Leonardo I fell in love with back in 2019. Wise, patient, loving, warm. Ronnie is an absolute treasure, and I want to know more about their life together as vampires. The bird scene is the epitome of writing, so deep and symbolic I had to take a pause from reading and catch my breath. Thank you. You broke my heart and healed it with your talent.
so as long as tumblr keeps this, here's the tumblr version of etiquette that was maintained when twitter's quote-retweets affected artist visibility/notes:
for art that someone has added reblog commentary to (or removed the caption from), reblog from the source
otherwise, avoid adding reblog comments to art (as this will affect the artist's notes/visibility)—utilize tags and replies to provide commentary (which artists will absolutely appreciate)
reblog comments are comments added to the body of a post, not the tags and not replies.
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Just curious what y'all get on mbti--if you know your type, feel free to respond with it not take the test again. (Also no pressure. I've heard this test referred to as astrology for straight people, so it's kind of weird that it's the main lens i saw the world through when I was 13 lmao. Also the fact that companies use it sometimes is fucking gross.) I always got INFJ as a teenager but I guess today I got INTJ. Idk if it's more a change in myself or just a change in how I perceive myself relative to others (I think I view the average person as a lot more emotion-driven and irrational than I did as a teenager, and I see myself as a lot less relatively emotionally driven in comparison because of that?)
By the way it still gives you the results if you don't give them your email/gender at the end
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I actually never have the patience to do these tests so I never put a lot of stock in them and I never remember what type of personality score I get. But, theyre still fun a just a snapshot into who I am today.
Fandom: Ikémen VampirePairing: Leonardo da Vinci x Ronnie (self-insert)Genre: RomanceWarnings: NonePrompt: First Time for EverythingWord Count: 1051
(a/n): This piece is my contribution to the First Time for Everything Ikémen Fan Zine hosted by @dicenete and @lorei-writes
It was such a lovely experience. Thank you so much for the opportunity ♥3♥
Don't forget to check out the Fan Zine
“Keep your chin up, cara mia,” Leonardo instructs with the brush in his hand.
“Sorry, it’s hard not to look down at Lumiére. He’s just so cute.” Ronnie pouts, gazing down at the sleeping feline again, and gently rubbing its black fur.
“You’re doing it again.” He chuckles, walking towards her. He fixes her pose and gives her cheek a gentle pinch.
“Sorry, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like your hands on me.”
“Naughty girl,” he snickers.
Ronnie chuckles, then sighs contentedly. The sweet smell of the flowers around them wafts to her nose, a familiar scent she has missed. “I’ve missed this place.”
He hums. “Me too. It looks exactly how it did when we left for our honeymoon five years ago… somehow.” She laughs again. “Now stay still, just like that.” He presses his brush against the canvas in swift and smooth strokes as he works on the portrait. “Good girl.” That makes her cheeks flush with a soft shade of pink, a smile fighting its way across her face. “Lovely shade…” he murmurs.
Leonardo grows quiet as he studies her face, her gentle expression, soft brown eyes, and warm yet teasing smile. After a moment—once her expression has settled into him—he says, “You know, cara…You’ve changed remarkably little since the day we met.”
She snorts. “We don’t change the way humans do, tesoro,” she says softly, “but the way we settle into ourselves… that does.”
He notices how calm she is with him, how natural their banter is, how inevitable they feel, and how he does not fear the passing of time since they are together.
“...Curious,” he murmurs to himself.
“What is?”
He hesitates for a moment, brush hovering over the canvas. “When did you know?”
She tilts her head to one side, confused. “Know what?”
“That I was the one you’d endure eternity with?”
Her cheeks blush ever so softly, and that almost shy smile that he adores creeps across her face. He feels the urge to recreate that hue.
She thinks for a moment, the memory unfolding as if it had happened yesterday. The sound of the river, the distant market noise, the smell of freshly baked bread, the sweet tobacco clinging to his clothes, the cacophony of laughter, the bustling people, the flapping of bird wings, and the light, frantic stir in her chest. The Oporto of three decades ago comes to life once more.
They were walking along the Duero River; the streets were alive with vendors, laughter, and overlapping conversations. But this time, their loud voices did not bother Ronnie at all, perhaps because she was too focused on what Leonardo had to say. She always listened to him, especially when he rambled about the things he loved. This time, he was talking about humans, and there was a gentleness in his tone and a twinkle in his golden eyes that had her staring at him in awe and wonder. She tightened her grip on his arm, smiling softly at how passionately he spoke about those creatures. Were it not for his insistence on her giving humans a chance, she would have never gotten out of the comfort of her book-filled chambers at her family’s manor in South America.
“You see, humans aren’t defined by their worst instincts. They’re defined by the moments when they choose to—” He stopped abruptly, his expression shifted from admiration to focused. He let go of his companion and crossed the street without much of a word.
“Hm? Leonardo?” She stood there for a moment, confused and wondering what had just happened, before trailing behind him. He strode towards one of the vendors, the one who was selling birds. The cage was cramped and rusty, and the poor creatures were fluttering their dull feathers in panic, evidently stressed. She frowned, lip twitching in contempt, not at the birds but at the vendor.
“I want to buy them all,” was all Leonardo said.
Ronnie blinked in surprise, having expected him to lecture the vendor and demand the avians’ release—but instead, he paid for them.
As soon as the vendor handed Leonardo the first of the caged birds, Leonardo opened his palms, setting it free. He did the same with every one that followed—and every single time, her heart fluttered.
Leonardo’s soft chuckle brings her back to the present. She smiles at him, eyes crinkling with joy.
“Back then, you didn’t look back at me. You didn’t look at anyone. You only watched the birds flying away in the sky with an expression so gentle that it made my heart quiver.”
“Cara mia,” he whispers, walking towards her.
“Only when the birds were out of sight, you turned to me. Do you remember what you told me?”
He nods once. “I said, ‘If people were only what they do when desperate, then none of us would be worth saving. That choice… that’s what defines them.’” He smiles. “I meant it.” He cups her cheeks ever so tenderly, rubbing his thumbs on them.
She leans into his touch. “I know.”
“Didn’t know that simple moment stayed with you all this time.” He exhales softly, the sound almost resembling a laugh. “You’ve always seen me so clearly, haven’t you?” He leans his forehead against hers. “I think that somewhere along the way, that’s what made me fall in love with you, Ronnie,” he whispers, breath tickling her smiling lips, before claiming them with a loving kiss.
Leonardo pulls away, eyes closed, and exhales: “I couldn’t have chosen a better wife than you, amore mio.”
Her cheeks blaze at his words, and she giggles contentedly as her hands find purchase in his shirt, pulling him in for another kiss.
Lumiére, who feels trapped between the two, jumps off her lap and stretches meowing once.
Leonardo stares down at his beloved pet. “Heh, tired already, little one?” The cat simply turns around and calmly saunters towards the manor.
“Maybe we should continue tomorrow,” she offers, finally getting up and stretching her weary limbs.
He teases, “Hope you can stay still tomorrow.”
Smirking, she fixes the collar of his shirt and says, “Who knows, I might surprise you.”
Surrounded by tender banter, laughter, and the sweet aroma of the flowers, the painting remains unfinished—yet as inevitable as their love story.
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My favourite thing about this story would have to be the grain of history that sprouted it. Don't get me wrong, the writing is lovely too, just... A story that makes you learn something and encourages you to further research the topic is a true gem. <3 It really shows how deep your care for the character runs too.
It's good that you mention it cause I forgot to do so!
When I read, a couple of years ago, that the real da Vinci used to buy and release birds I just knew I'd be using that information on a fic. I just didn't know it'd be this one 💜
Once more, thank you both for hosting this zine. It was such a wonderful experience. I'm looking forward to future events related to this lovely zine 💕
If ANY of yall EVER do this shit to me, im deleting every single fic out of spite.
If I ever catch one of yall doing this to another author and I know youre a follower of my work I will block you personally on every platform
None of yall are the fic police. I DESPISE genai. I think its an insult to art, humanity, and the planet itself. But aint not a single fucking person here qualified to pick apart a strangers fic looking for a gotcha moment to make yourselves feel superior. If you think something is ai you can ask the author (most are proud of the ai use and will just tell you straight up) if they say yes you have your answer and can warn people. If they say no and you dont believe them you block and quietly keep it between you and maybe a close group of friends. Spreading misinformation is DANGEROUS. And NONE of you doing this shit are anywhere near qualified to do it.
Posting this here from my main too bc I feel that strongly about it
You dont get to witch hunt and scour peoples work just frothing at the mouth hoping someone messes up so you can publicly humiliate and gang up on them. Fuck genai and every single poser and lover that uses it but if you are not 1000000000% certain that something is made with it you shut. the. fuck. up.
I'm about to get mean because this shit? this pisses me all the way off.
"hurr durr these very common writing practices are SUPER OBVIOUS AI TELLS!!!!!!!!!! obviously this is an AI invention and not the result of AI being trained on THOUSANDS OF REAL FUCKING STORIES!!!!!!! we're all very intelligent!!!!!!!"
I hate yall. I hate yall for fucking ruining fanfic with your goddamn motherfucking AI obsession. "ooh there's em dashes!" YEAH REAL WRITERS USE THOSE. "there's long paragraphs!" YEAH BECAUSE THATS HOW PEOPLE WRITE STORIES.
we're not "writing like AI" - AI is writing like us, because it fucking stole from us in the first fucking place.
I've never used AI in my work, not ever, but guess what, my fics are ALL written like that. long paragraphs, long sentences, em dashes and hyphens and other grammatical tools, because I fucking know HOW TO WRITE.
quite frankly, if you think these things are "genAI inventions" you're just telling the world that YOU DON'T READ ENOUGH.
saw someone say that flipflopping between british english and american english was a "tell" and just did the haha im in danger chuckle to myself. girl im american and i was raised on neopets! i'm not keeping this shit consistent!
I got this comment on Ao3 under a fic I wrote in 2021. How dare I use em dashes, right? But the worst part is that they got offended by my reply and justified themselves by saying "and I said I thinked"
death of the author yeah whatever but death of the fandom is so integral to enjoying legitimately anything like that is just a necessary step to take in ur head always. do not let them affect the text in any way exterminate them all with ur death ray. they r not real and cannot hurt u
