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PAIRING: Clavis Lelouch x Fem! Reader
GENRE: fluff
WORDS: 782
NOTES: I’ve been thinking about this for weeks and here I am writing about it in a rushed 15 mins random inspiration wave - today is definely a “my english is really bad” day so just turn a blind eye to it.
The sudden knock at your door made you snap out of your usual daydreams.
«Rise and shine!» Clavis greeted, walking in your room as gracefully as he always did, just to close the wooden door behind his shoulders with a quick movement; you met his gaze through the mirror, before placing the earrings you’ve been wearing on the boudoir’s marble surface.
A/N: Leonardo's birthday is coming up on April 15th and I just finished my first readthrough of his route. What better way to celebrate this man than to create something he's the focus of?
I have not read anything outside of his main route and romantic ending. Any similarity to side stories is purely coincidental.
Pairing: Just Leonardo and his thoughts.
Setting: Shortly after the moment in his route where he has told MC what he is and what happened between them after that. This is pretty angst-driven.
Word Count: 568
Smoking is a filthy habit. I really should quit. Then again, what does it matter? It won’t kill me.
Still the cigarillo remains between my lips, unlit. I can’t quite bring myself to light it. Why not?
I know the answer. Yeah, I do.
I sigh as I remove it, turning it between my fingers. When had I even started smoking? I can’t remember. It was so long ago. Memories from that time are hazy, half-heard melodies playing in a distant room that I can almost make out. But not quite.
When time is an endless stream embanked by eternity, you learn to focus on the section of the water you are in, never looking too far back or forward. You become still, solid, everything else rushing past you, blurry and loud and too quick to catch. A spool of thread unwinding faster and faster without an end.
I am unmoved, unaffected by the storm of time thundering past me.
Or rather I was.
Until you.
The tree is hard against my back, the bark rough and grasping but I ignore the discomfort. My eyes are on the small black ants, marching, their hard-won crumbs triumphantly carried on their backs. Their entire existence right now, this very second, is getting those crumbs home. Nothing else matters. What do they care about the bird building its nest in the tree above them? Or the vampire leaning against that tree, brooding?
I feel my jaw clench, annoyed at my own self-pity.
Beh….why shouldn’t I brood? There we were, mere seconds away from a life together, a life where loneliness would fade away like the ink on a parchment left too long in the sun. (You, cara mia, are the sun.) You were in my arms. I felt your heartbeat, tasted your scent, sweet and cloying and so much better than I remembered from our first kiss, the one I stole like a common thief. You had heard my poisonous truth, knew what I am and had reached for me, despite it all, despite myself. We stood on the precipice of joy, wrapped in each other’s arms...
And then you pulled away from me and I knew that you were right to. I knew deep down in my bones, in the unending beat of my heart, that you were right. This life, my life, is not for you. You are not meant to regard time as anything but precious. You are meant to live every moment of your life to the fullest, knowing it is to be cherished because it is finite.
You are not meant to be trapped in this prison of days and nights and days again. Trapped within the deafening, unrelenting tick of the clock’s hands. Trapped with others like me who are too thickly coated in their own sense of importance to experience anything other than their own judgement, jaws snapping like crocodiles.
I look down and realize I have shredded my cigarillo. It is now in pieces in the grass before me.
It looks how I feel.
Broken.
But I will not let you see all the cracks and fissures my love for you has caused. I will smile and ignore what the serrated teeth of want and ache and desire are doing to my heart. Because I will not hurt you.
Coming home with a puppy - Ikemen prince headcanons (Clavis, Silvio & Yves)
I recently passed one of the most important exams of my life as a student, meaning that I've been very busy lately. Then writer's block came, and it was kind of hard to write anything at all. For now, have this~
Also, as I play through more routes I swear I'll start writing for other
characters as well! However, know that Clavis will always be there no matter what I write <3
Clavis
When his eyes first land on the puppy in your arms, a switch goes off in his head. With the help of that little thing, the amount of trouble he can cause grows exponentially...
Clavis' pranks become more and more creative, and they range from "accidentally" shredded important documents to dung findings in the weirdest places of the palace. Sariel is definitely not happy, and once he threatens to kick the little dog out of the palace if you do not train it as soon as possible, you forbid the third prince from using the little guy for his evil deeds, else you will abstain from cuddle time for the rest of the month. For the time being, your abilities as a Clavis-tamer win, but do not be so naive as to think that he won't somehow have his way... (During this time, he may or may not give him the nickname Clavis Jr)
Puppies need exercise and lots of attention! But so does your needy, clingy boyfriend, who has now realized that with a third party in the picture, he is bound to get less attention; your hugs and kisses all go to the adorable doggie and very little are left for poor little him! (*insert Clavis being overly dramatic here*). In this new chapter of his life with you, he starts a rivalry with a dog. Will physically separate you from the lil guy because it's his turn to have you now.
May fake having an allergic to animals a few times so that he can be with you alone. It's kind of endearing to see how much he craves your full and undivided attention.
Acts all jelly and stuff but the dog loves him and excitedly wags his tail whenever the prince appears. Even Clavis isn't 100% immune to those shiny, big eyes, so with time he starts liking the puppy way more than he could have ever thought. Kinda considers him as his and your son after a while.
Silvio
"Hoh? Did the puppy bring home another one of their kind?" KICK him in the face, he deserves it. Acts all smug and haughty like it will be your responsibility to handle, but he actually adores dogs. In no time at all, he becomes the doggy's real owner by "stealing" it from you. He trains it and brings it (almost) everywhere; the puppy doesn't leave his side for a single second.
When you question the man about it, he defends himself by saying that since you brought it home but didn't have the skills to care for it (not true, he naturally started considering it as his own because that's how his mentality works), it is now his duty to raise the animal.
He drops this business-like approach in certain moments, only to show a much warmer side. He lets the puppy lick his face, cuddles him, and even baby-voices him. He'll do this when he thinks he's alone; if you walk in on him, he will explode from the embarrassment. However, if YOU ever get jealous of the dog, Silvio will tease you so much that you will either have to hit him or kiss him to shut him up.
Overall, he's actually an experienced and caring owner. 10/10 (He has had dogs. I don't know if this is canon but I'm 100% sure he's had multiple dogs)
Yves
"Aaaah! Get it away from me! He's dirtying my white clothes!!" "Wait, are we really keeping it?" "Ugh, how are you even going to take care of it? Raising a pet is no easy feat, you know!" Complains, complains, complains. Despite them, Yves is pretty easy to convince, and when both you and the little animal give him your best puppy eyes, the prince sighs in resignation. This amount of cuteness is definitely unfair!
He takes the whole matter very, very seriously. He stays up at night, reading books on how to raise dogs, he goes around and asks for tips from people he knows already have a certain experience with animals, etc. Only when you finally convince him to come and play with the pup does he finally realize that it can be quite a lively and entertaining experience, too.
Learns to love and care for the puppy very well, considers it as his own child, and even spoils him too much at times. Whenever his sky blue eyes land on the little thing, Yves gets this sudden urge to squish its cheeks and squeeze it into a tight hug, pretty much what happens when he sees you (though the intensity of the emotion he feels is quite different).
Yves is definitely the type of person that continuously sneaks food from the table because he cannot resist the gaze he's given when the dog is asking for food. For some reason, he will always deny it to his very last breath, but it's painfully clear how much of a soft spot he has for the puppy.
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Heya! Not sure if I can ask this as a scenario, and if not go ahead and make this a headcanons! It's a bit complicated, so feel free to skip this if it's too much!
After some time MC came to the mansion she has had small moments of sadness and subtly avoiding the Van Gogh bothers. They eventually catch up on it but can't phantom why, until they hear her talking to Sebastian during some chores, saying how Theo and Vinc remind her of her and her own brother, and how for the good of both of them she will never see again.
Having a bit of a rough time and need some platonic fluff
Where the flowers bloom - Ikemen Vampire (Vincent & Theo) (Platonic)
pairing: Vincent x MC x Theo (platonic!!!!)
word count: 1.3k
cw/tw: fluff at the end <3
Sorry for the delay!😭
+I have never eaten a stamppot in my life I hope its not too much out of place,,🧎♀️
It was a rainy afternoon, and although the gloomy weather didn’t come unexpectedly, the air in the mansion was thick and oppressive. After lunch was finished, Theo made his way to his older brother’s room, hoping that witnessing his genius in action would relieve him of that weird feeling that had been following him around for days now. Hopefully, Vincent would have been able to ease the uneasiness he felt, and perhaps the two could solve together the issue that was bothering the both of them. In fact, although the art dealer considered himself to be quite experienced when it came to handling other people’s weaknesses, this time he had no solution in mind for how to solve the situation.
It had already been a few weeks ever since MC had arrived at the mansion, and it was as clear as day that her presence brightened everyone’s mood and brought all of them together. Nevertheless, the tightness of her smile never escaped the Dutch man’s observant gaze. In her eyes there always seemed to be a hint of something that went beyond logic, perhaps the expression of a suffering soul that could only be seen through the perceptiveness of an empathetic heart. Furthermore, as the days went by, this condition of hers seemed to worsen more and more, particularly when the girl found herself in the presence of the two brothers. Had Theo really been as ruthless as he wanted to appear, then maybe he wouldn’t have cared at all; but something, something suspiciously familiar was pulling at his heartstrings and stopping him from turning the other way.
Unsurprisingly, his brother had perfectly understood the situation as well, and it was only a matter of time before the two decided to openly discuss the issue amongst themselves.
“Theo, do you think we could have upset her by saying or doing something wrong?”
“I don’t know broer but… that doesn’t seem the case to me. She always seems so melancholic whenever we’re around...”
“Perhaps… Perhaps we should just ask her?” The painter’s azure eyes turned to the ground, pensive and clouded with worry, and his younger brother could not find it in himself to upset him even more.
The two men made their way through the mansion’s endlessly long hallways, heading both towards where they believed you to be. As one could expect, their vampire senses didn’t fail them, and soon they could hear your voice coming from behind the kitchen door. It was shaky, hesitant and filled with sadness, but still, it was undoubtedly yours.
“Sebastian I- …I don’t know what to do…” Were you about to reveal the secret behind your weird behavior? Vincent and Theo knew that eavesdropping was a wrong thing to do, but they were utterly out of clues about the whole situation. With a shared glance and a nod of the head, they inched closer to the door to hear you better, just like two children impatiently awaiting Santa Claus’ arrival.
“Have you tried talking to them about it, MC?” A calmer and steadier voice inquired. “Oh no, how could I? I can’t even face them, they remind me too much of me and my brother…” Moments of silence followed, interrupted by a trembling sigh. “Seeing how much they love each other, it only serves to remind me of how miserable I am”. Unbeknownst to them, you tightly gripped the now cold cup of tea in your hands, as Sebastian put a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Because you promised yourself not to see him anymore?” There it was. The root of the issue. You quietly hummed an affirmative response. “That's something I did for the both of us.”
A few days passed by after that gloomy day, and nothing much changed. At least, on the surface. Theo and Vincent had started going out more and more frequently, sparing you the sorrow that their presence awakened in your heart. They seemed more restless, always in a hurry and more avoidant than usual; even Arthur wasn’t able to give you an explanation when you asked him what the two were up to. You were glad they were giving you some space, but at the same time you felt bad. They probably thought you were extremely rude for always trying to avoid them, maybe now the Vang Goghs had enough of you and started keeping their distances themselves. Your feelings tangled up in a chaotic mess even more when, one day, you found a note on your bed.
Go to the hill at XX park where the hydrangeas bloom. Come alone.
Had someone from the mansion written that letter? The printed words would spare you no clues as to who their original owner was nor anything about their real intentions. The possibilities of something going wrong were many, but although anxiety flooded over you, an invisible force pushed you to go and see for yourself. Before leaving, you made sure to tell Comte about the card, just to make sure he knew about your location in case anything happened. Although he offered to accompany you, you politely turned him down; a little voice in your head told you that it was something you had to deal with by yourself.
As you stepped down the carriage, your feet were immediately carrying you over the place indicated by the letter. You remembered it very well, after all you, Dazai and Isaac would visit the place every now and then. The cherry-haired man was usually forced to come along by the Japanese poet, who would take the both of you on a stroll all the way to the top of the hill, the place with the best view in the whole park. These outings helped you take your mind off your brother, so you greatly appreciated the effort of the two vampires.
The familiar scenery now appeared from behind the countless hydrangea bushes, blooming right in front of your eyes. However, no scary gang of thugs nor bloodthirsty criminals were waiting for you. Instead, two heads turned to look at you. “Took you long enough, Knabbeltje” Was it a…picnic…? “Ah, MC! I’m so glad you came!” By the time Vincent came to usher you towards the blanket that lay on the grass, your head was swimming in a sea of confusion. “What are you two doing here?” As you sat across them, Theo handed you a plate with a serving of stamppot, a traditional Dutch dish. “What do you mean What are you two doing here; you read the letter, didn’t you?” You recalled the contents of the note that was left on your bed, perplexity surfacing all over your features. “I’m sorry we didn’t invite you directly, MC.” The older brother filled you a glass of water. “It’s just that… we weren’t sure you would have accepted our invite if you knew who we were.”
Your doubts had now been confirmed: the brothers noticed your weird behavior and it affected them. Your chest tightened with guilt; just because they reminded you of your brother you had no right to treat them in such an unpolite way. You lowered your gaze, staring at the nearby strands of grass. “It’s because I’ve been avoiding you both, isn’t it? I’m sor-“. A deep voice suddenly cut you off. “You don’t have to say sorry.” Theo then softened his tone. “You must have your reasons, and it’s fine, you don’t have to tell us anything of what happened.” A warm hand reached for your now freezingly cold one. “Yes, MC, Theo’s right. Whatever it is that is troubling you, we hope that you can find happiness in spite of it. And if you ever need a hand or a shoulder to cry on, we’ll always be here for you.”
Vincent’s words brought spring in your hardened heart, as hot droplets of tears pooled in your eyes. The gentle expressions of the two men in front of you dazzled under the sun, whisking away all the heavy clouds that constantly darkened your mind. Despite all the thousands of words you could say to convey what you were feeling, only two words found their way out of your lips, and they were more than enough.
A/N: This is my second Ikemen fic for the 2022 Spring Bouquet Content Creation Challenge, organized by the lovely and talented @atelier-maroron
Pairing: Leonardo Da Vinci x Reader
Prompt: Putting flowers in their hair
NSFW (sort of) there is nothing graphic, mostly implied but I should add this warning just in case!
Spring days full of sunshine melt into cool, spring nights. Nights of silver stars strewn by the handful across a midnight blue sky. Tonight is no different. With the pale moon casting its light over the flower bed full of Stella Noir, the blossoms that only opened for moonlight, you find yourself breathing in their heady scent, satisfied with your decision to go flower-picking, even at this unusual time. You kneel down, carefully cutting the flowers and laying them gently inside the woven basket beside you.
Pausing in your work, your gaze drifts toward the mansion. You were hoping to surprise him tonight by being here. You knew he would still be with Vincent by the pond, discussing some new technique or other about capturing the essence of water at night time.
You turn back to the flowers, singing softly to yourself. You’ve just reached the bridge of “La Vie en Rose” when you hear angry Italian cursing puncturing your song. Leonardo, dripping wet, storms down the earthen path toward the flower beds where you’re kneeling.
You have to press your lips together so you don’t laugh. After all, you've seen him dripping wet before. You stand up, leaving your basket and clippers on the soft grass, dark in the moonlight, and place your hands on your hips as he comes to a stop in front of you, his expression thunderous with indignation.
“I’m guessing…..it didn’t go the way you’d hoped?” You fight the laughter that’s fizzing inside you, threatening to escape.
His eyes, which have an almost silvery sheen to their gold at night, narrow slightly as he shakes both his arms, water droplets flying from the wet, transparent sleeves of his tunic.
“You could say that, yeah. The bank is much more slippery than it appears.” He rubs his arm absently, stewing. You see the sleeve is torn and….is that blood?
Your brows shoot up, concern immediate in your eyes. “Leonardo, are you hurt?” You reach out, grabbing his arm, turning it this way and that to check.
He shakes his head, pushing his dark, wet hair out of his face with his free hand. “I’ll be fine, Cara mia.’” He pauses. “Not that I’m complaining, but why are you here? At this hour?”
You let go of his wet arm, wiping your hand on your clothing. “I was very interested in the night-blooming flowers. I’ve never seen anything quite like them before.”
He nods. “They are fascinating. I have notes on them. Somewhere. I will help you, just as soon as I change out of this…..mess.”
You step back, grinning. “That’s a sweet offer.” You pause, gaze raking over him slowly. He is still radiating affront at the pond and its trickster water. “Although......" The tone of your voice brings those eyes upwards to you, his head tilted slightly, hooked on the teasing note you draw out.
"Yes?" He says coyly, straightening his broad shoulders, the wet fabric clinging to him, a Corradini masterpiece made flesh.
"I suggest you still be careful. The dirt around here is rather loose and a bit rocky. You could fall headfirst into the blossoms if you’re not careful.”
There’s a beat of silence.
“Cara mia……,” he finally says, his voice low and full of pretend shock. “Are you….making fun of my predicament?”
You take another step back, your grin positively impish. “Me? Never.”
Leonardo tilts his chin down, following your every step with those eyes. The moonlight is as cruel in its teasing as you are. It brings out the rich color of your hair, the long, lean line of your throat. Your long gown is simple, but slit up both legs in a way that just now catches his attention. The neckline dips just enough to catch the breath he tries to exhale.
He moves faster than you can possibly react and you find yourself engulfed in his arms, pulled tightly against his long, wet body. You let out a sound, half laugh, half yelp as the cold water begins seeping into your own clothing.
“Leonardo!”
He playfully nuzzles the side of your face, his wet hair shedding drops of water all over your shoulder, the skin of your neck. His strong hands on your back, firm and unyielding. You can feel every hard curve of muscle, the warmth of his breath against your skin, a sharp contrast to the cold of his garments.
“Leonardo…” This time it isn’t a laugh or a yelp. There is another emotion coloring the sound of his name.
What started out playful has turned into something else. His mouth moves from your cheek, hovering just an inch or so away from yours.
“Cara mia…” In his voice, a note of question.
You answer by closing the gap between you, capturing his mouth with yours.
It is the only answer he needs.
He pushes you back until you feel the rough scratch of tree bark against your shoulders, his mouth hungry and you the banquet.
The strength in him is something primal. It flows through him the way rapids rush down a mountainside, wild and free. It unlocks something inside of you, the joy of riding a roller coaster, the thrill of letting go and allowing yourself to be carried, to be moved in ways that shatter your balance and send chills of elation through your whole body.
And you…you are warmth, radiance. God help him, so much of it. Every kiss is not enough. He wants more. His mouth moves away from yours to taste another part and then immediately returns, unfulfilled, unsatisfied. His hands are everywhere, ravenous and unsettled. There is too much to touch, to feel, too many clothes in the way, not enough time in the world for everything he wants from you.
His hand finds the slit of your dress, still for a moment. Just a moment as immediate clarity dawns and he knows what he wants. He wants to watch the sunlight inside of you burst, to feel you go supernova in his arms and know it is because of him. That he has done this to you.
His hand slides up, higher and you gasp. All over your body you feel your skin growing warm from the heat that he’s building inside you. He catches the sounds you make with his mouth, his clever hand never stopping. The hand of a master that can paint and build and draw and wind you up until you burst and see nothing but sunlight behind your eyelids. You cry his name out to the night and the stars and the trees dappled with moonlight. You go boneless in his arms.
A moment. You need a moment, your head on his shoulder, his arms tightly around you. He breathes out your name, hands coming up to frame your face, the affection in his eyes filling your heart to the point of aching. Then, he steps back, kneeling to pilfer a few of the flowers from your basket. Brushing your loose, tousled hair back, he carefully tucks the starlit spring flowers behind your ear.
“Bellisima,” he murmurs, his voice soft as velvet, rough as gravel.
You lean upward, kissing him once more and then tilt your head upwards so you can whisper in his ear.
“We are both in desperate need of dry clothing.”
His laugh is as rich as dark chocolate. “Or perhaps, no clothing at all.” Unable to help himself, he draws you against him one last time, his kiss languid, unhurried as he savors the moment, his love in his arms, flowers adorning you under the light of the full, spring moon.
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cw/tw: strangulation, implied sexual assault, implied spoilers for Arthur's route (the first few chapters)
I wrote this by taking inspiration from "Lotta true crime" by Penelope Scott (some of the lyrics are used as dialogue). What reminded me of Arthur specifically was the part that says "You're not special for winning a game with someone who you know was never playing, she could have killed you, she had every right, you just caught her off guard tonight". The scene takes place right after the bite in Arthur's route and yk, I was never too fond of how lightly the whole issue was handled in-game so that's one of the reasons why I decided to write this.
Additionally, the woman in the story isn't MC, but another resident of the mansion. I wanted the girl to have some kind of supernatural vibes, an otherworldly, devilish presence that kind of represents the voice of the truth, with the role of completely destroying Arthur’s convinctions.
It was well past midnight. The moon showed its cruel grin amidst the clouds concealing the black sky. An electric light mercilessly cascaded upon the room with an almost surreal intensity. A dark shadow, strengthened even more by the surrounding brightness, fell on the kitchen counter, where it laid completely motionless for a few, endless minutes; it was the silhouette of a twisted man, who had just committed a grave sin and was trying to stay afloat in the endless ocean of his guilty conscience.
Arthur blankly stared down at the darkened surface, occasionally blinking to chase away what he believed to be hallucinations of the cruelest yet most real of truths; two pointy horns adorned his head, a devilish pair that one would only witness in the imaginative illustrations of He who lived underneath the mortal realm. Perhaps now that he had fallen so low, he could have sought refuge there, among his own kind.
Did he truly grasp the gravity of his own actions? Maybe not. A sliver of an excuse curled around his mind in an attempt of soothing it with its feeble warmth; how could any human being allow such an unfaithful thing as hope to even exist in the presence of such bestial crime? The fact was, you see, that his consciousness was still running around in circles, unable to fully grasp what had happened and possibly processing it as a mere vision. Had it all been a dream? But what about the metallic taste that coated his mouth? Regardless, his heart knew. His heart was aware, for it is always the heart that knows everything. Most would believe our inner voice to come from our heads, when in truth, it stays nestled in our chests, always guiding us through the fog of our existence.
As hazy memories emptily surfaced in front of the man’s eyes, a quiet voice hissed into his ear from behind him.
“You took a piece of her away from this world.” Shivers ran down his spine, cold sweat slid down his pale face passing by two widened eyes. He knew that voice very well, and though he could not realize it yet, a part of him, hidden in the depths of his being, resonated in agreement with her every word. "Aren't you ashamed?"
“I-It’s- It was- “. Arthur could feel her smile widening at his own fear. “I-I had to, ok?” Oh, how he hated the way his voice trembled.
“Or else she would get bitten by someone else, right?”. The man did not trust his voice enough, so he simply nodded. “You did it for her own wellbeing. You’re such a nice person, aren’t you…” Even he could perceive the pure disgust hidden behind the girl’s sweet tone. Finally finding a hint of courage to face her, Arthur turned around, raising his chin to somehow strengthen his own resolve. “...You wouldn’t understand. She needed someone to warn her of how potentially dangerous we are. We are vampires and she mustn’t forget that for as long as she stays here.” As he spoke a doubt sprouted in his mind. Yes, they were vampires, but he wasn’t so sure about the person standing in front of him. Perhaps she was the devil coming to make sure those seeds of guilt in the back of his mind sprouted and then bloomed in an eternal verdict that would haunt him for an eternity.
“I guess you were never really that fucking bright-” Arthur slightly flinched at the sound of the swear word that starkly contrasted the lightness in her voice and the upward curve of her lips. “Is there really no candle in your pumpkin head?” She lightly knocked on his head, leaning over with feigned glee.
“Don’t you realize? The only advantage that you really had is that you believe you have the right to do it” She placed a deadly cold hand on his chest, right above his heart. “Who gave you the right to decide what’s best for her?” She slowly dragged her hand towards his neck, stopping at the feeling of his pulse beneath her icy fingers. “You pretended to play a game…” She whispered right beside his ear. “You forced yourself on top of her…” The woman leaned even further over him, pressing their bodies together. “And after using your superhuman strength to keep her still-” A pair of fangs glistened wickedly in the harsh light of the room. Her burning breath was inches away from his neck. Arthur instinctively squeezed his eyes shut.
“You bit her.”
“Hngh!” The man whimpered. He did not feel any piercing pain nor heavenly pleasure, only a sudden, clenching feeling in his throat.
Her hand kept him still in a deathly grip; her teeth now hidden behind her pale lips. She was looking at him, staring into his soul with those carnelian eyes of hers. As the light spasmodically flickered overhead, the bright red of her irises burned itself into the ocean blue of Arthur’s ones, as if in a deathly battle between the Heavens and Hell. But who was the evil one?
“You’re not special for winning a game against someone who you know was never playing” The words crawled from her mouth, low and whispered, yet the man felt them as loud and clear as if she had stabbed them straight into his heart. “She could have killed you, she had every right.”
His head, tingling and spinning from the lack of oxygen, felt heavier by the second. After a few, endless instants, she let go of him, staring at his exhausted frame as it fell to the ground. A coughing fit took ahold of him, his heart beating as wildly as the rain during a storm blocking out all sounds and echoes of his own gasps from the otherwise quiet room.
Only a few more handful of words reached him, almost as if they were spoken right beside his heart. Finally, the ultimate, righteous verdict that would seal his fate.
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The Beast and its caretaker - Ikemen Prince (Clavis Lelouch)
Pairing: Clavis x Belle (Ikemen Prince)
Word count: 866
cw/tw: sickness (fever), fluff
I love Clavis. Like, I really love him. I have this half ikepri brainrot that's just laying there and occupying a small part of my mind at all times but I never really could find the motivation to sit down and write something. Then I wrote this (which despite not being super long it still took me a lot of time to finish)
Anyways I hope you guys enjoy!
Despite being a country with warm weather throughout most of the year, Rhodolite could do nothing against the frigid cold of the winter, which spared no one at all.
In the mornings, the castle gardens were all covered in a thin layer of pure white frost, resembling the sceneries of a fairy tale set in a faraway land.
Regardless of this chillingly frozen landscape, the palace was bustling with life, and everyone had been up from the earliest hours of the day, running around to complete all sorts of tasks, servants and royalty alike.
And yet there was one bed that had still not been emptied since the night prior. The third prince's.
One of the man's many mysteries and secrets was that his body could not stand working until the late hours of the night, else a fever would come to haunt his body. As it was a common occurrence for him, Clavis always had some special self-made medicine ready to counter this bothersome condition his body would regularly place on itself.
For some unknown reason, this time his remedy did not have the desired relieving effects, turning out to be quite useless instead. Upon reflecting on the issue, it was probably true that he had been taking on much more work than usual, and no medication could alleviate his body's unavoidable need for rest.
As his thoughts were already starting to tangle once more for the frustration he felt towards his condition, a cool hand came to rest on his forehead (an amazingly soothing contrast in comparison to his burning one), followed by a sweet voice that immediately brought him back to reality.
"Your fever is really bad this time... You should be more considerate of yourself." A frown appeared on the woman's face as she said so. In front of this simple expression of worry, Clavis stayed silent for a while, eyes pinned on her rosy lips as a sudden impulse to passionately take them all for himself, to swallow all of the woman's sounds, to feel her cling to his body as her knees went weak and she gasped for air, took ahold of his thoughts. He wanted her to stay there with him, to trap her inside the room until he was better; he could not stand the thought of her getting up leaving him alone. Was it his high fever heightening his need for her? Or perhaps it was the customary thoughts of the mind of one of the Noble Beasts of Rhodolite?
Regardless, his body was too weak to sustain all that action, so he decided to satisfy his want for her presence by going for the easiest option in his vocabulary, teasing her.
"Mh, but if such a cute girl is willing to take care of me then perhaps I should get sick more often?" Belle said nothing and turned to pick a wet towel from the near basin, squeezing the excess water away, all the while hiding away her smile to avoid further comments from Clavis.
"Well? Will my pretty nurse give me a true love kiss? Who knows, it might be the best remedy for poor little me~" The expected witty reply never came. Instead, a soft feeling lingered on his cheek, careful and loving, catching him completely off guard. Fortunately for him, his flushed, feverish skin hid the satisfied blush that bloomed on his face almost immediately; but Belle, already quite expert at reading the contents of the man's heart, had no intention of stopping there. Leaning on the bed, she swiftly closed the distance between their bodies until their mouths connected in a loving dance.
Spoiling her lover came to Belle as something as natural as tending to a crying child or a hurt animal, but what warmed her heart even more was the way his eyes lit up with pure satisfaction each time she threw his way any sign of affection. It was a habit of his that softened her heart with the warmest of feelings, and indulging his longing for love and care was sweetly addicting.
As their mouths parted, Clavis sneaked his arms around Belle's waist, caging her against his chest. She tried wriggling away. "Clavis, let go of me! I have to go get your medicines..."
"Ahah, no way." He lightly added, playful tone in stark contrast with the way the Beast tightened its hold on his prey.
"Oh, you're so annoying, I swear...!" But this time, she opposed no resistance. Instead, she finally lay her head right above his heart, closing her eyes to concentrate on his slightly rapid pulse, probably altered by his high bodily temperature. She would just have to wait for him to fall asleep, hoping to be able to free herself from his grip then.
A deep voice reverberated in her ears. "Mh, will the bunny be able to escape the leopard, I wonder?". Of course he already knew.
As content as he was, there was no way he'd let go of her, was there? But they both knew very well that giving up and admitting defeat like that was no fun at all.
Perhaps, she ought to try her best to outsmart the Beast.
As the sun slowly hid itself behind the mountains, the warm colors of the sky streched themselves over the vast plain, embracing it as if to lull everything into sleep before the come of the nightthime.
Despite the heavenly scenario, the piercing sound of shouts, fire guns and the metallic clashing of swords echoed through the broad field making the earth tremble. The rapid and rhythmic sound of a horse's hooves against the ground came to a stop right in front of the Oda camp's entrance. A man dismounted from the saddle and hurried himself towards the commander's tent. After announcing himself he entered the enclosed space and lowered his head. "I bring news from Azuchi, my Lord" said the man. "The princess went into labor just a few hours ago. The doctors predict it will end towards the firsts lights of the morning."
Nobunaga's head snapped up from the map he was studying, emotion visible in his ruby eyes. "Very well then, we'll wrap this up as soon as possible" a genuine smile appearing on his face.
Back to the castle, the princess loud screams could be heard from almost all over the citadel. Bright red blood was staining the futon and Ieyasu and the other maids had been working hard for almost three hours now. Outside the moon had already made its entrance in the night sky where countless of stars were sparkling and watching over the castle.
Another hour passed and in the meantime, Nobunaga had succesfully suppressed the rebellion in one of his domains, not too far from where he longed to be the most, at his lover's side. "Hideyoshi, I'm leaving the rest to you. I have important matters to attend to" he said referring to the amber coloured eyes standing behind him, as he stood tall on his horse. "As you wish, my Lord. And good luck on the journey" Hideyoshi added.
The moon had almost completed his journey through the night sky and Nobunaga could now finally see the castle and its pointed roof, illuminated by the first rays of that sunrise in spring. The cold air was in contrast to the Devil King's flaming cheeks. In that immense valley, the horse wasn't the only thing that was racing; his mind, too, was eagerly exploring the scenarios of what was to come for him, his beloved, and his country. From simple questions such as "Will they have their mother's eyes?" his thoughts started shaping into thick, dark clouds that brought darkness to his mind. "What if something happened? What if some complications were to ruin everything?". The thought of the princess' death made its way through the layers of his heart and settled in its deepest part, though the idea never showed itself explicitly, as if it didn't dare take a form out of fear.
Heart hammering underneath his steel armor and horse racing at full speed, he finally reached the gates of the castle where he found Mitsunari and Masamune waiting for him. "Lord Nobunaga! You finally arrived!" Exclaimed the gray haired man with a big smile. "Everything ended just some minutes ago. Go and check for yourself." said the other warlord.
Nobunaga hurriedly dismounted his horse and ran towards the tenshu. As he got closer to his and his lover's shared chambers he could hear faint whines coming from inside. The two lord's calm expressions eased his wild immagination just for a couple instants, but he couldn't be sure about his lover's well being until he had witnessed it with his own two eyes and hands.
As he threw open the doors of the room, he found himself before the most beautiful and moving scene he had ever witnessed in his life. Aureate rays from the balcony shone into the quiet room, making the golden furniture softly glow, creating an ethereal atmosphere. In a disheveled yet breathtaking state, there was the princess laying in her bedding with a small bundle placed at her side.
After a few moments of stunned immobility, Nobunaga made a few steps and gave into his weak knees, taking the two bodies in his strong yet ever so slightly shaking arms.
"W-welcome...back..." said the exhausted woman, somehow managing a small smile.
"Shh my love, please rest. You've done far more than-". A little hand reached for Nobunaga's and closed itself around his finger, stopping the man in the middle of his sentence. As he glanced down, he finally saw a pair of two big carnelian eyes staring right into his.
Time stopped. The father and his child, blood of the same blood, staring into each other eyes for the first time ever. For one of them it was the first sight they had ever seen, for the other it was the most beautiful one.
Eyes glistening with genuine love, Nobunaga touched his head to the baby's, pressed a kiss to his temple, then laughed a heartwarming chuckle.
In those few instants, the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven stopped being someone whose hands were stained with countless people's blood, and became just a normal man. A man who was reborn out of joy. A father who held his child for the first time ever.
And so, with such overwhelming feelings in his heart, he raised his gaze towards his land, as he held its future and its heart in both of his arms, and casted for the first time in his life, a prayer for eternal happiness.
Hello could I request Arthur and Isaac blood sucking headcanon (fluff& a tiny bit of nsfw)
If you don’t wanna answer this it’s fine
sorry i kinda disappeared, everyone! I kinda had the need to detach myself from everything for a while and just,, recharge completely
furthermore, (it really pains me to say this hh) i'm starting to kinda lose interest in ikevamp?!? but I'll make a separate post to talk about what I plan to do in the future with this blog and all🧍♀️
Biting - Ikevamp headcanons (Arthur & Isaac)
Arthur
As we all know, Arthur is one of those in the mansion who doesn’t shame on the act of biting. For him, it isn’t something sinful that must be avoided at all costs, but rather an intimate act that can bring pleasure to both parties involved. Although he says all this, he can become quite insecure once he enters a proper relationship with you. He truly cares about your well-being, and will not initiate the act without your consent.
He doesn’t have a favorite spot when it comes to biting, but he finds himself particularly willing to gain access to that one spot at the base of your thighs, right between your legs. There, he feels like he’s in heaven. Surrounded by your warmth and scent, he has more than one way to drive you wild with pleasure.
After biting you, he will leave you both some time to recover, before asking you if you feel ready to go back at it again. Everything pretty much depends on how much blood he takes, so when he feels especially needy for your love and attentions, he’ll take the least amount possible, so as to drag it on for a longer time.
After biting you, he needs to calm his beating heart. He takes his time to concentrate on the way you taste while looking at your figure with half-lidded eyes. It doesn’t happen often but he may get emotional during this moment, snuggling against your skin to hide his glossy eyes. No matter if you’re the type to pass out after getting bitten or not, he hugs you to his chest and caresses whatever part of you he can reach, planting a kiss on the top of your head. If you aren’t too tired he’ll chit-chat with you about the most mundane of things while playing with your hand, stoppionly after one of you falls asleep.
Isaac
It takes Isaac some time to get comfortable with the idea of biting you, and even if you outright ask him to do it, he’ll always bit a bit hesitant about it. This derives from his fear of hurting you and taking too much during the bite, and is strengthened by his dislike of his current condition. If he was more accepting of his new nature as a vampire then he’d let go of his fears more easily. This is a problem that only time and unconditional support from your part can solve, and when you do, you’re in for a ride.
His favorite spot is a place that wouldn’t inconvenience you too much (especially if you’re not the type to proudly show off love bites and the likes) and somewhere where he can avoid creating a whole pool of blood under you (as in a place where, even after getting bitten, you won’t bleed too much).
For him biting is an extremely intimate act, and unless you request otherwise, he’ll generally go for it during lovemaking. The idea of you loving him so much that you'd trust him with your body that way really gets him going.
Cuddles afterward the act are a must, and although he usually prefers being the little spoon, he’ll switch roles whenever biting is involved. You’ve already given so much to him, so it’s only fair for him to take care of you! He’ll hold you against his chest and open his heart to you; he’ll talk about whatever comes to his mind. Sometimes it’s a love confession, others it’s stories about his past, or maybe just his plans with you for the week.
If you’re aching somewhere he’ll give you a massage (he’s quite clumsy but he really tries his best, trust me) as he waits for the hot water to fill the bathtub. If you want to sleep then that’s fine too! His heart nearly explodes whenever you cling to him and refuse to let him get up to fetch a towel to clean you up.
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his people demanding that he must have a concubine, since MC failed to get pregnant.
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MC fails to get pregnant so the warlords are asked to take a concubine - ikesen headcanons (Masamune & Kenshin)
Masamune
Masamune’s eye turns an icy shade of blue, and if looks could kill, the man sitting before him would be left in worse conditions than any enemy he’s ever slain on the battlefield. Yet, he retains his composure, the most serious of looks on his face. The idea of taking another lover beside you disgusts him to no end, and if it wasn’t for the countless lessons of etiquette he had received throughout his childhood as the future head of the Date clan, he would’ve risked committing who knows what heinous act.
Sternly, he answers that no, he will not resort to such means to produce an heir. There’s always the chance that the problem may be him, after all. If the situation will not solve itself with your shared efforts, he will adopt a relative as his son and see that he receives the proper education as the future heir.
At the end of the day, when you two finally meet in your bedroom, Masamune will delicately approach the matter while also telling you all possible alternatives to the issue if you cannot get pregnant. He strokes your head gently, softening his tone while admitting that although it’s part of his duty as head of the clan, he also wishes to have a child with you out of love. Still, if this means giving you up, then he’s definitely not doing it anytime soon. Then, after making sure you’re doing okay, he would remind you that there’s still much time for you two to try it out, and well, you happen to have a lot of work to do ;)
Kenshin
The moment the words leave his retainer’s mouth, his hand is already on the tilt of his sword, and everyone in the room knows that if it wasn’t for Sasuke stopping his lord, they’d all be sitting in a puddle of blood. Kenshin is so disgusted and outraged by the suggestion that he immediately orders for the damned fool and everyone who shares his opinion to be thrown in the dungeons and be left there until the last day of their life. Even if they’re loyal and capable on the battlefield, Kenshin refuses to trust anyone who has anything negative to say about you. Before continuing on with the council, he commands that you are not to be informed about the ridiculous suggestion and that you stand beside him as a lover, not as a baby-making machine. If you two truly fail to produce an heir for the clan, he’ll adopt someone along the way. He is not to take another lover to his bed that is not you until the day he dies.
If you happen to hear about the matter from someone (maybe from the maids or something) and show any trace of concern on your features, Kenshin will immediately drop whatever he’s doing and take you to your shared chambers. There, he’ll take your hands in his and, with the softest of gazes, reassure you that you do not have to worry about such matters. Everything will solve itself without him taking another lover. If you happen to cry, Kenshin will feel his heart shatter to pieces, and as he holds you tight to his chest, whispering words of love in your ear, he silently promises to himself that anyone who tries to bring up this matter again, will have to face the fury of his sword.
