The Vamps (Le Comte, Leonardo & Arthur) Comforting a Fem!Mc with ASD (Autism Spectrum Disorder) HC
Authors Note: I know everyone’s experiences with being on the spectrum is different and they’re all vaild this is just based on my experiences,don’t mind any punctuation errors. enjoy!! <3 have a good day/night :) this is more angsty than i thought lol but all with fluffy ends
Tw: low self esteem, doubt, anxiety, dissociation, breakdowns, broken glass
~ Le Comte de Saint Germain ~
You’ve been living at the mansion for quite a while now and have grown to love the atmosphere that the 19th-century has to offer. But growing up having to learn your way through the customs of the 21st century you thought was hard enough even though your access to therapy, resources, and proper support was a lot easier. Suddenly being thrown into the 19th century and having to learn life as a noble was a whole other can of worms. But Le Comte was as loving and as patient as ever. The etiquette lessons were tiresome and you were a curious one always questioning things and when prompting people as to why all these rules existed; not being satisfied with the answer “that’s just how things are”. Although you can’t deny that the lessons had paid off and with the wardrobe of a stylish Parisian princess you had made your debut into high aristocratic society. Le Comte had always made sure you were safe and comfortable before, after, and during these events always around you, not a far distance away from your side, and always willing to tell off an inconsiderate noble if need be. You noted that ever since your developing years exposure therapy has been a good tool to strengthen your social skills and everyone you get used to enjoying your presence. You didn’t mind these gala’s but they had a reputation for lasting all through the night; into the light hours of dawn, and by the middle of the event, you were ready to go home and rest in your bed to recharge. It had been almost 3 hours since you and the count had arrived and tugged at the comforting textured fabric of the sleeve of your dress that he himself picked out for you knowing your textile preferences. You were already forcefully tugging to keep the smile on your face and suddenly everything was too noticeable, to the smell of the food and desserts, the certain lighting of the ballroom, to the feeling of your feet fitting uncomfortably in your shoes, to the necklace on your neck, to the multiple conversations all dulled around you; you needed a break. You quickly excused yourself, not making eye contact, and strongly made your way to the balcony. Feeling the cool air hit your face and all the sounds of loud conversation dissipating made you feel calmer and less overstimulated. A chill went up to your spine as your body ticks and you wish you had one of your modern fidget toys with you to soothe you and give you something to focus on and to occupy your hands. Although you wouldn’t change anything about yourself, these expectations and rules were hard on everyone but especially you. The people although formal and nice for the most part weren’t as understanding as Comte and your family at the mansion. You didn’t need to explain yourself but the thoughts swirled and spiraled in your head as you feared embarrassing the count and wondering if you were deserving and worthy of his praise and attention. Suddenly the sound of gentle, graceful footsteps approached from behind you as you easily recognized the pattern of them and knew who it was. “Is everything alright ma belle?” A golden honeyed caressing voice spoke from behind you. “Y-yeah I’m alright I’m fine I’m alright, just tired.” You stuttered. “Ah I see, may I give you a hug ma Cherie?” he politely asked “um okay,” you say cracking the first genuine smile of the night as he wraps his warm arms around you and draws some soothing small circles on your back. “T-thank you, I-I’m sorry, you must be so tired always looking after me.” you choked out, tearing up slightly. He pulls back slightly to see your face as his expression turns to more of concern as his lips purse for a second and his brows crease. He wipes away the few stray tears as his gentle voice filled with nothing but love and true admiration for you, speaks “Ma cherie you have nothing to apologize for, you are the bravest most courageous, most loving person I’ve ever met, and having the honor to love you and be in your presence is nothing short of a blessing.’ whoever made you feel like a burden is absolutely in the wrong and a soul like that, their opinion doesn’t matter.” soaking in his words it takes you a second to reply you hug him strongly back in return sniffling and smiling feeling safe and secure in his arms as he smiles widely and kisses the top of your forehead. Deciding not to say anything as you felt you didn’t need to, the graceful pureblood speaks again; “I love you too, let’s go home ma cherie.” You lay sound and secure in his bed sleeping comfortably in his sheets. Before he joins you in the land of dreams he makes a note of what resources, tools, and gifts he can provide you with from his next visit to the 21st century.
~ Leonardo ~
The sunlight of late afternoon filters through the windows of the mansion as you had finished all the chores required by Sebastian for the day. You are in a highly energetic mood today as you happily strum through the halls only to almost trip on your boyfriend sleeping against the wall. Usually, that would wake him up but he seemed to be truly out as you disappear for a split second to retrieve his blanket from his room to put over your sleeping beauty of a boyfriend. Lumiere nuzzles softly against your legs which makes you smile as you’ve always found an easier comfort in animals than in humans. It gives you an idea, what if you helped clean his room! It would be a monster of a task, but it would help you to keep busy and burn through all this extra energy you have and you’d enjoy it, as cleaning actually satisfied you. It would be less of a deep clean though as you would leave some areas untouched as you know your boyfriend thrives off organized chaos. But being able to see the actual hardwood floor and a bed with actual room to sleep on wouldn’t be too much of an invasion of privacy, now would it? You get to cracking, humming the repetitive choruses of catchy pop songs you used to listen to back in your time. You finally near the end of putting the books back on the shelves, organizing, and doing some much-needed dusting. Although you made progress and it looked like a more livable space, you breathe a sigh of relief as you realized this was not a task to be done on impulse ever again. That’s when you noticed on the table something that shined in the dusk light of the sun going down. Looks like Leonardo was working on one of his famous tinkering “pulling something apart only to put it back together again” type projects. It seemed to be a lightbulb, although you’re familiar with modern electricity, it’s still considered new at the mansion and the intricacies of a newly invented lightbulb were as mesmerizing as ever. As you stepped closer, losing sight of your surroundings as you subconsciously pick it up to put it closer to your face. You should’ve known to leave it alone as you failed to remember your lack of coordination and grip strength. You stood silent and still as the lightbulb shattered in front of you, although you remained uninjured a few shards of glass landed at your feet, as you became re aware of where you are. The sudden scent of musk and cigarros filled your nostrils as you hear “Cara mia?” as he enters the room confused at the sudden cleanliness then his eyes become wide as he realizes the broken glass that has you frozen in place. “Cara Mia step away from the glass! What happened?” He didn’t mean to be louder than usual, he knows your hyperawareness and sensitivity to volume, he was just worried about you and the jack of all trades charismatic facade broke faster than he intended. And before he could properly control himself. Although, with all the sudden trigger of events that’s all it took for you to ball your fists so tight that your fingernails dug into your skin and your teardrops began to hit the floor mixing with the broken metal and glass. “I-I’m sorry” you hoarsely mutter out unable to speak with the heaviness of a rock in your throat. “Hey cara mia it’s okay,” he says as he carefully approaches you and moves you away from the broken glass and the shards the fell on your shoes. “Shh you have nothing to apologize for you’re safe” he gently speaks as he calmly moves you towards the bed to ground you. “B-But I broke it,” you say through hiccups as you curl up on the bed & in his lap. He pays careful attention to your expressions and caresses your hair. He chuckles “ I know, but you also cleaned my room, gave me a blanket, and graced me with your presence so I think it balances out.” he says in a slightly joking tone. That earns a slight smile from you and still sensing anxiety he continues “besides more than one lightbulb exists and I was pretty much-done tinkering with it anyway.’ i can deal with losing an object but what I can’t deal with is you getting hurt so please Cara mia do not fret, this isn’t an end all be all.” he says the last part in typical Leonardo fashion. Being soothed and reassured by Leo’s presence and a day’s worth of hard work catching up to you, you felt your eyelids go heavy and muttered an “Okay” before falling asleep to Leonardo’s touch and the timeless rhythm of his heartbeat. Leo’s eyes look around the mostly pristine room, back to the women he’d do anything for tuckered in his arms as he smiles and breathes out “My silly Cara.”
~ Arthur ~
Although Arthur would have a hard time admitting it without being pressed, he had become more accepting in his character of Sherlock Holmes. He found enjoyment in writing again and had found forgiveness in himself all thanks to you entering his life. It was embarrassing to admit at the beginning of your relationship that you were a huge Sherlock Holmes fan and would often be caught hyper-fixating or daydreaming about living in that universe. So when Arthur could only laugh, making a joke about he captured your heart and thoughts all before meeting him. You were beyond ecstatic when he was asking you for a story and ideas for a new “mystery” character. That “mystery” character was less of a true mystery to him as it was based on you, the true joy and light of his life. He couldn’t help but smile and gaze in wonder as you bounce up and down on his bed clapping your hands in wonder as you light up and fill his brain with non-stop ideas. “Seems like my little bird is truly my number 1 fan.” he teasingly replies back. “Of course!” You’re excited about the topic even got Vic excited as she barked and wagged her tail back and forth at the bottom of your feet. As it was becoming darker outside by the minute, Arthur had an idea. “Well, Luv looks like I gotta treat you for all your hard work today, how about we go to the pub, yeah?” he says cheerfully. “That could be fun, will it be super busy though?” you say a little nervously, he chuckled as he steps closer to grasp your hand, “Shouldn’t be too bad my dove, it’s a Tuesday night, after all, a lot of ol’ chaps like Theo have work to do early in the morning,” he says in a typical Arthur tone but also easing your worry with his quick and confident deduction skills. When you two arrive he was right about fewer men at the bar but there were a lot of women still about. Which wouldn’t have bothered you as much, if they weren’t mostly Arthur’s old flings. You both had sat down at the bar and ordered a couple of drinks to start. You were hoping the drinks would help the tension and the anxiety in your muscles as the lighting and the lively atmosphere made you a little dizzy. He was treating you and you genuinely wanted to enjoy yourself, his company, and have a good night out, and you were beginning to. That was until a few of his old skirts approached him where the two of you were sitting. You had a blank look on your face and even when struggling to maintain eye contact, you couldn’t help but notice how pretty they were. Their flirting was so effortless and the way they presented themselves in such a playful way, although you didn’t know the intricacies of their personal lives, let alone their names; they knew what they were doing and had appeal. Something that was a lot harder for you to naturally express. Arthur even while drunk, was quick to dismiss them reiterating “thank you, ladies, for your time but I’m no longer interested in rendezvous as this little dove has captured my heart.” these ladies as not often faced by rejection and by an old playboy no doubt. The three snickered until the brunette in a peach dress spoke up “really? Her? She seems the least interested in being here out of all of us, and this is your favorite place no doubt.” You wanted to say something to make a rash decision but you knew you wouldn’t be able to get your point across properly and even though you felt bad leaving Arthur the bar was reeking of alcohol and was feeling stuffy so you opted for some fresh air. Your body language was closed off as hugged yourself. “ Luv, wait” he called out before the door shut behind you and in his face. Arthur was quick to pay the tab and chase after you, but before he left the bar he said in an unsuspectingly grave tone “I was serious you know, that was the old me, the coward me, leave her out of this.” The women’s faces fell but were quick to laugh it off and continue their night as they search the bar. The rowdy noises of the bar cease as the door closes behind Arthur as he breathes in the winter air and his feet crunch under a light dusting of snow. You stand shivering, lost in thought looking intently at the snowflakes. “Luv let’s get you home and warmed up, I have a few ideas in mind.” he half heartily winks, his attempt at a joke falling flat on both sides. You continue to stand your eyes darting everywhere from the snowflakes, the sign of the bar, Arthur’s gloved hands in his pockets, his feet, to ultimately the ground. Noticing you and acknowledging the situation like a detective like him should be, his face falls. “Luv are you upset with me?” between the cold, your frozen tears, and your slurring words/speech skills “Y-yeah.” you stutter out but said more confidently than anything since you two entered the bar earlier in the evening. “Can I come closer to you?” he says tone admitting his own insecurities along with not wanting to make you any more uncomfortable. “Yeah if you want.” you reply somewhat detached. As you both are freezing and before the snow gets more intense he opted for ordering a carriage to take you two back home to the mansion first before anything. It’s not that you didn’t want to talk this out or ignore him you just needed to process everything and formulate a proper response. “ I’m a coward you know,” he started and you nodded for him to continue, “I told them off obviously but I shouldn’t have waited that long nor have made you feel that uncomfortable for that long.” he stated sincerely. “I’m sorry too, I should have been more expressive with how I felt, sometimes I’m not good at knowing what people want from me or even knowing what I want for myself.” you reply with just as much sincerity. He takes your words with extra consideration then smiles his fox-like “I have an idea” smile. “how about a proposition then?” “Oh? Let’s hear it.” you quip back a smile matching his returns to your face. “What if we discover our expression and wants together, a bet on who can learn to be more open with their needs.’ he quickly pauses “and you know I never lose a bet Luv.” back to his usual self the carriage stops at the front entrance of the mansion. “He opens the door and grabs your hand to help you step out, as you jump from the step of the carriage your demeanor back to normal, you shout “you’re on!” as you two walk hand and hand back into the foyer, he smiles and thinks to himself “better publish that book.”
