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Gift wrapping 2

Leonardo would wrap his gift ( if he even does it at all) as chaotic as his persona. “wait, they are suppossed to be wrapped....ahhh this rag looks big enough...”

Comte:

Luxurious and rich gifts wrapped even the same. Beautiful papers and ribbons out of expensive fabrics. Thyme will have his fun with the ribbons that are left xD.

Sebastian:

Sebastians gifts are beautifully wrapped. Maybe he used some origami techniques. Each gift is so perfect for the one who recieves it, it’s scary. (he has enough information in his notes xD)

𝕆𝕥𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

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𝕴𝖐𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖓 𝖁𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖊

𝓐𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓾𝓻 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓷 𝓓𝓸𝔂𝓵𝓮~

FanFic:

✾ Vincent, Mozart, Napoleon, Shakespeare and Arthur reacting to amazing actress S/O {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

✾.

𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓽𝓮 𝓓𝓮 𝓢𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓽 𝓖𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓷~

FanFic:

✾ ”The perfect punishment” {x fem. reader} Smut, Fluff

Art:

✾.

𝓘𝓼𝓪𝓪𝓬 𝓝𝓮𝔀𝓽𝓸𝓷~

FanFic:

✾.

Art:

✾ Isaac Drawing/Sketch1

𝓙𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓭’𝓐𝓻𝓬~

FanFic:

✾.

Art:

✾.

𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓸 𝓓𝓪 𝓥𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓲~

FanFic:

✾.

Art:

✾.

𝓝𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓑𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮~

FanFic:

✾ Vincent, Mozart, Napoleon, Shakespeare and Arthur reacting to amazing actress S/O {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

✾.

𝓞𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓾 𝓓𝓪𝔃𝓪𝓲~

FanFic:

✾.

Art:

✾.

𝓢𝓮𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓪𝓷~

FanFic:

✾.

Art:

✾.

𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓸𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓾𝓼 𝓥𝓪𝓷 𝓖𝓸𝓰𝓱~

FanFic:

✾ ”Damn you, hondje” {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

✾.

𝓥𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓥𝓪𝓷 𝓖𝓸𝓰𝓱~

FanFic:

✾ Vincent, Mozart, Napoleon, Shakespeare and Arthur reacting to amazing actress S/O {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

✾.

𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓶 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓮~

FanFic:

✾ Vincent, Mozart, Napoleon, Shakespeare and Arthur reacting to amazing actress S/O {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

✾.

𝓦𝓸𝓵𝓯𝓰𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓐𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓾𝓼 𝓜𝓸𝔃𝓪𝓻𝓽~

FanFic:

✾ ”And why would i be jealous of you?” {x fem. reader} Fluff

✾ Vincent, Mozart, Napoleon, Shakespeare and Arthur reacting to amazing actress S/O {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

✾.

𝓥𝓵𝓪𝓭~

FanFic:

✾.

Art:

✾.

𝓙𝓸𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓷 𝓖𝓮𝓸𝓻𝓰 𝓕𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓽~

FanFic:

✾.

Art:

✾.

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓗𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓸𝓷~

FanFic:

✾.

Art:

✾.

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𝕴𝖐𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖓 𝕽𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓:

𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓬 𝓛𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓷~

FanFic:

❁.

Art:

❁.

𝓓𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓶 “𝓓𝓾𝓶” 𝓣𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓵𝓮~

FanFic:

❁ Dalim Headcanons {x fem reader} Smut, Fluff

❁ Dalim/Dean taking care of sick S/O {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

❁.

𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓣𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓵𝓮~

FanFic:

❁ Dalim/Dean taking care of sick S/O {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

❁.

𝓔𝓭𝓰𝓪𝓻 𝓑𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽~

FanFic:

♥ ”Being lazy and in love is the best about dating” {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

♥  Edgar Bright Drawing/Sketch1

𝓕𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓲𝓻 𝓖𝓸𝓭𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓮𝓭~

FanFic:

♠.

Art:

♠.

𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓻 𝓢𝓲𝓵𝓿𝓮𝓻~

FanFic:

❁.

Art:

❁  Harr Silver Sketch1

𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓱 𝓒𝓵𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮~

FanFic:

♥.

Art:

♥ Jonah Clemence&Pine {not the best}

♥ Jonah Clemence2 {not the best}

♥ Jonah Clemence3 {not the best}

♥ Jonah Clemence clock image

♥ Jonah Clemence5 {not the best}

𝓚𝔂𝓵𝓮 𝓐𝓼𝓱~

FanFic:

♥.

Art:

♥.

𝓛𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓽 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓵𝓮𝔂~

FanFic:

♥.

Art:

♥.

𝓛𝓸𝓴𝓲 𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓪~

FanFic:

❁.

Art:

❁.

𝓛𝓾𝓴𝓪 𝓒𝓵𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮~

FanFic:

♠.

Art:

♠.

𝓜𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓼𝓮 𝓐𝓽𝓵𝓪𝓼~

FanFic:

❁.

Art:

❁.

𝓞𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓚𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽~

FanFic:

❁ ”A start of something new” {x fem. reader} Fluff

❁ ”Mission:Accomplished” {x fem. reader} Fluff, A Bit Angsty

❁ ”To the silly happy-go-lucky girl” {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

❁ Oliver Knight Sketch1

❁ Oliver Knight Sketch2

❁ Oliver Knight Sketch3

𝓡𝓪𝔂 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵~

FanFic:

♠.

Art:

♠.

𝓢𝓮𝓽𝓱 𝓗𝔂𝓭𝓮~

FanFic:

♠.

Art:

♠.

𝓢𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓾𝓼 𝓞𝓼𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓭~

FanFic:

♠.

Art:

♠.

𝓩𝓮𝓻𝓸~

FanFic:

♥.

Art:

♥.

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𝕴𝖐𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖓 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊:

𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓓𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓾𝓻~

FanFic:

♚Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♚Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♚ Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♚ Reactions to a tsundere Mc (Chevalier, Leon, Yves and Clavis) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♚ “Morning kiss” {x reader} fluff

Art:

♚ Happy Birthday Leon sketch

𝓨𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓚𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓼~

FanFic:

♚ Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♚ Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♚ Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♚ Reactions to a tsundere Mc (Chevalier, Leon, Yves and Clavis) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

Art:

♚.

𝓛𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓽 𝓚𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓷~

FanFic:

♚ Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♚ Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♚ Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

Art:

♚.

𝓙𝓲𝓷 𝓖𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓽~

FanFic:

♚ Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♚ Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♚  Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

Art:

♚.

𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓻 𝓜𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓵~

FanFic:

♕ “5 times Clavis helped Chevalier and 1 where he realised that he didn’t have to do anything at all.” Part 1 {x fem. reader} Fluff

♕ ”Waking Up” {x gender neutral reader} Fluff

♕ Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♕ Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♕ “Learning Progress”{x fem reader} Smut, nsfw

♕ “Arranged Meeting”{x fem. Princess reader} Fluff

♕ Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♕ Reactions to a tsundere Mc (Chevalier, Leon, Yves and Clavis) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♕ The Enchantress’s curse (longfic) {x fem. reader} Fluff, later nsfw, angst with happy ending. (Intro and summary), (chapter 1).

♕"Christmas delight"{x g.n. reader} fluff

Art:

♕.

𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓼 𝓛𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱~

FanFic:

♕ ”Just Another Day” {x fem. reader} Fluff

♕ ”Please, forgive me” {x fem. reader} Fluff, Smut, Crack

♕ Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♕ Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♕ Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♕ Reactions to a tsundere Mc (Chevalier, Leon, Yves and Clavis) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♕ “Hallway fun” {x (fem.) reader} smut, nsfw

♕ “Heartfelt feelings” {x fem. reader} fluff

♕ “To break you apart” {x fem. reader} smut, angst, open ending

♕ Clavis Lelouch x g.n. Reader smut

♕ Kinktober Day 2 (Clavis Lelouch) {x fem. reader} smut (2021)

Art:

♕.

𝓝𝓸𝓴𝓽𝓸 𝓚𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓷~

FanFic:

♕ Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♕ Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♕  Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♕ “Icy night” {x (fem.) reader} Smut. nsfw

♕ “Time to ourselves” {x g.n. reader} fluff, soft suggestive tones

Art:

♕.

𝓛𝓾𝓴𝓮 𝓡𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓹𝓱~

FanFic:

♕ Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♕ Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♕  Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

Art:

♕.

𝓢𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓵 𝓝𝓸𝓲𝓻~

FanFic:

♖ Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♖ Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♖ Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

Art:

♖.

𝓡𝓲𝓸 𝓞𝓻𝓽𝓲𝔃~

FanFic:

♞ Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♞ Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♞ Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

Art:

♞.

𝓖𝓲𝓵𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓽 𝓥𝓸𝓷 𝓞𝓫𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓷~

FanFic:

♛ Kinktober Day 1 (Gilbert Von Obsidian) {x g.n. reader} smut (2021)

♛ Sinful Desire (Gilbert Von Obsidian) {× fem. reader} smut (2021)

Art:

♛ Sketch1

♛ Sketch2, nsfw

𝓚𝓮𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓗𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵~

FanFic:

♛ Kinktober Day 4 (Keith Howell) {x fem. reader} smut (2021)

Art:

♛.

𝓢𝓲𝓵𝓿𝓲𝓸 𝓡𝓲𝓬𝓬𝓲~

FanFic:

♛ Kinktober Day 3 (Silvio Ricci) {x fem. reader} smut (2021)

♛A night to drown in you (Silvio Ricci) {× fem. reader} smut (2021)

♛.

Art:

♛.

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First Celebration , 150+ followers! I will be accepting requests with the prompts for a month or so, but the prompts will be up for those interested in them. The normal requests are always open and i’ll finish those i have in my inbox!

For the list, click on the link here! Thank you~

Happy Birthday Leonardo!

A/N: I wrote this when I finished Leonardo's route but wanted to post it on his birthday 🎉 I think it's a nice little bookend to the angst in this fic

It's meant to take place right after the ball at the end of his romantic ending.

NSFW but not explicitly.

Pairing: Leonardo, his thoughts (and MC is there too)

Word Count: 630

This is dedicated to @aquagirl1978 for all the encouragement and support. ❤

The ball is over. Your beautiful gown, so dazzling and bright, is now a crumpled pile in a darkened corner of my room. My clothing is….somewhere. That could be my shirt thrown haphazardly over that pile of journals. My shoes may have been lost to the black hole under the bed. Did my jacket even make it through the bedroom door?

It does not matter. 

How could any of that matter when you are here, your cheek resting on my bare shoulder, hand splayed across my chest, over my heart.

You are beautiful. Is that the right word? Hard to think right now. But I'll try. I need to try and remember every moment, from the grip of your hand on mine as we fled the ballroom, impatient and eager to get away, to your nightingale laughter as we ran through the halls. Your room, my room, hell the library would have served (although Comte would have WORDS about that one). Luckily, my room was closer.

We burst through the door. Lumière wisely chose that moment to flee, weaving between our stumbling legs and escaping through the closing the door like a shadow slipping into the night.

I kissed you. I cupped your face in my hands and drew you in like oxygen, felt your sighs seep through my skin and wrap around my bones.

I am good with my hands. Always have been. I unwrapped you con finezza, peeled you out of your layers, my mouth never losing contact with your skin.

And you, cara mia, were as nimble, as breathless as I was. My clothes fell away, shed like the petals of a plucked flower.

We fell onto the bed. Only a few papers needed to be shoved aside with impatient, hurried hands.

Hands. Yeah I remember hands.

I had the hands of an explorer, mapping my way across your body, finding every slope and dip, every hollow. Retracing the paths I had learned before, finding new directions to those destinations I longed for. No part of you was left untouched.

I had the hands of a sculptor, filling my palms with you, molding and pressing and coaxing to get what I wanted out of my medium. 

I had the hands of a musician and you were my bow, bending beneath me as I played, your music filling my ears.

I had the hands of an architect, building you a soft place to land in my arms as you came down from the heights we had chased each other to. My compagna. Carissima mia. 

And then, breathing hard, flushed with pleasure, you smiled at me. Open and radiant, your love spilling out of you, the sun cracked open. A smile whose warmth I could never capture correctly, not with all the shades of paint in the world. The opposite of the smile I am most remembered for.

Now, cocooned by the night and my bedsheets, I hold you close, your body draped over mine. My fingers trace a filigree over the soft skin of your shoulder. You study the shape of your fingers as they rest over my heart.

“Leonardo?”

“Mmm?” My eyes are heavy. Such is the peace you gift me with your presence.

“I love you.”

I feel it. The way I smile, unbidden, unburdened. The broken pieces of my heart are pieced back together, repaired with the gold of your love and your touch and your time, the time you have chosen to spend with me. 

“I love you too, cara mia.”

With you, I have found that part of me that was lost. I am complete. And even when your time with me ends, as it inevitably will, the memory of you, of us, will hold me together.

I will not break again.

Night's Witness

Fandom: IkeVamp

Pairing: Leonardo x F!Reader

Prompt: Enchanted Evenings Day 17: Impact Play

Type: NSFW- Minors DNI

Cw: impact play, spanking, fingering, punishment, dirty talk, teasing, orgams, implied overstimulation

WC: 1000+

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"Such a naughty Cara Mia" his voice pulls you from your dreams and you whisper his name. Opening your eyes you look around, taking a moment to get your bearings. Night has fallen, and you are wrapped up in his shirt on the balcony, your skin cool to the touch from the night air. His hand resting on your thighs, the cool air rustling the fabric.

"Leonardo" you whisper, eyes opening long enough to find his golden ones, smiling at the loving look in his eyes.

"What are you doing out here, dressed like that" he scolds, worried about you catching a cold in the chilly breeze.

"I was waiting for you to come home. I guess I fell asleep. Good thing you are here now to warm me up though," you murmur, rubbing the last traces of sleep from your arms. Leonardo goes to move his hand, but your legs snap together, trapping his hand between your thighs, keeping his warmth close to your core.

"Oh?" His eyes widen at your movement and you whine softly, looking up at him with pleading eyes. Sleep recedes quickly from your mind when you remember why you are out here, and the interactions the two of you had all day. Capturing his second hand stroking your cheek, you press slow kisses to his palm, keeping your eyes on his as you kiss the strong calloused hand. All the teasing the two of you have been engaging in all day has made mass of your core. Desire and pleasure tangled in a ball. Your eyes try to convince him of what your lips can't, though by the smirk on his lips, he knows.

"Do you need something?" He lowers his breath so it teases your neck and ear, watching the goosebumps rise over your Tender flesh. The hand trapped between your legs, squeezes the supple flesh of your thighs as you relax enough that he can slide his hand up.

"Are you wearing anything under my shirt?" His eyes furrow as the wind picks up again, and you tilt your head at him, an innocent look gracing your features.

"Find out yourself" you challenge, enjoying the spark of defiance and pleasure hitting your nerves. His smirk darkens slightly, posture changing. He sits on the sofa next to you, tugging you close to him. You shut your eyes, anticipating a kiss, senses drunk off his smell. Opening your eyes when your lips don't connect, your brows furrow and you watch the amusement in his eyes.

"Leo, please" you press your hand on his chest, trying to close the distance. His hand is slowly caressing your thigh. Unbuttoning his shirt with his other hand, he bares your body and you spread your legs slightly wider, your bare core already glistening with need.

"Out on the balcony in just my shirt, asleep. You should be ashamed. " His words don't mask the lust in his voice, and you can feel his gaze still on your core.

"What are you going to do about it?" Feeling scandalous and bold, you bring your face centimeters from his, letting your breath warm his lips. Dominance flickers through his gaze, a primal lust taking over as he pushes you over his lap.

"I see a naughty Cara Mia needs to be taught a lesson" his voice laden with desire and you brace your hands against the marble of the balcony floor. His hands caress your butt, one hand teases your thighs, the other choosing where to start. You brace yourself for the impact, but Leonardo is patient, watching as your body anticipates it and finally bringing his hand down when you least expect it. The sound seems to echo in the night, and pleasure ripples as you let out a moan.

"Surely this is more scandalous than just being out here minding my own business" you manage, your heart pounding at the ideas of the others hearing.

"Maybe, but at least they know to stay away. They could have wandered out here and seen the display you were putting on. A display for my eyes only" Leonardo brings his hand down again on the other cheek, his fingers brushing along your core, timing his thrust with the next impact. Your walls clamp down on the intrusion, riding the aftermath of the impact on the stimulation his finger provides. Whimpers fall from your lips as your hips rock against his legs. He adds a finger next, massaging your skin as he curls his fingers, your legs trembling with pleasure.

Your pleas fill the silence, begging him for more stimulation, your pleasure creating faster with every thrust. He can feel how you clench and pulse around his fingers, the need making a mess of his hand.

His hand comes down again, and his other thumb finds your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves as your moans fill the air. Only his name falls off your tongue, and he complies with your whines, speeding up his thrusts, as the pleasure threatens to wash over you.

"Please,please, please" your coil is building bigger as his hand hits the tender flesh again, feeling your nerves ripple.

"Let go, I have you" he promises, feeling your body sag in response.

Your orgasm washes over you in blinding pleasure, cutting all thoughts as you focus only on him. Your body arches up off his lap as you ride his finger through your orgam, listening to his praise. When his fingers don't still, your hips jerk with overstimulation. His fingers grip your chin, pulling your gaze up to his. Golden eyes pierce through your lust ladder ones.

"This was a punishment Cara Mia, remember? I never said I was done with you yet." The promise has the coil building back up. Your eyes rolling back as the night sky bears witness, Leonardo's skilled fingers don't stop until he is satisfied by the mess he's made of you.

Hello Violet! I’m new to your blog and i fell for your writing style 💜, Can I request some fluff Leonardo (ikevamp)? Anything you want to write, just make it fluffy. Thank you! 🫐

A/N: Here you go! I hope you like it 💜

Leonardo x reader

This is.....sort of meta 😉

Word Count: 1024

You’re sitting on Leonardo’s bed, letter in hand. Night has come to the mansion, bringing with it a sky full of glittering, winter stars and a sliver of bright moon visible through the window. You can feel the cold radiating from the glass, icy fingers that have you tug Leonardo’s warm caramel-colored sweater closer to your body. Of course, it’s far too big but you love it for the times when he isn’t with you. It feels a bit like wrapping yourself in the ghost of his embrace. Now, by candlelight, you read the request a few times, frowning as you try to come up with a scenario that could fulfill it. It’s actually nothing you haven’t done before but how to make it interesting? Different?

Leonardo strolls in, Lumiere tucked under one arm like a sack of grains. He’s muttering in Italian and Lumiere is glaring in Cat. The moment he is set down, he dashes as fast as his paws will take him toward his man cave somewhere amongst the papers and books and scrolls under Leonardo's desk. “Monello,” Leo mutters before turning his golden eyes to you. Ah, just the thing to put him in a better mood.

“Cara mia, should I tell you what the little brat did?” He readies himself to tell the story of Lumiere and a flock of extremely aggressive geese, already thinking over the various ways he could begin but you are glued to your letter and murmur a faint “Uh huh” in his direction.

Hmmm. An Italian brow raises in suspicion. What are you reading?

He moves closer to you. You are thinking something over; he can tell by the way you’re drumming your fingers against your thigh, mirroring the whirring cogs of your brain. Maybe he can distract you, win your attention with sensuality, he thinks as he slowly removes his jacket, stepping right into your line of sight.

But no matter how slowly the jacket is peeled away from his broad shoulders and muscular arms or how many buttons he opens on his soft white shirt, you do not look up. The situation is dire indeed. He lowers himself behind you on the bed, admitting defeat as he rests his chin on your shoulder, peering at the paper that has you so entranced.

“What is this? It must be riveting if you can ignore the sight of me removing clothing.”

Sighing, you reach back with one hand and ruffle his soft ombre hair, inhaling his familiar scent of smoke and parchment. “You know Stumbler, the literary magazine I sometimes contribute to.” He nods, chin still resting on your shoulder, on the soft wool of his own sweater. One arm winds its way around your waist, holding you against him, his larger body at your back casting a spell of comfort and protection.

“Well they sometimes dole out requests to the contributors and I’ve been given one that wants a sweet, romantic story.”

He grins slowly, sneaky fingers climbing their way over the woven fabric of his sweater, sliding it off of your shoulder. For good measure he also pulls down the wide strap of your nightgown, leaving your shoulder bare. He nuzzles the skin he has just exposed.

It appears he has a new tactic to capture your attention.

“You know how to write those, yeah? You’ve done it many times before.”

His breath tickles your skin, raising goosebumps along your arms.

“Yes but they are asking for a character who I have written a lot of romantic stories for. The question is,” you pause as your brain momentarily forgets what it is trying to communicate. He’s pressing feather-soft kisses along your bare shoulder, moving toward the sensitive slope of your neck. “The question is,” you repeat, your voice dropping as a shiver runs through you, “what can I do that would be new and interesting?”

“Mmmm,” he practically purrs, his arm tightening around your middle, holding you to him as his mouth reaches the line of your neck. “What about…slow dancing?” He nips at your skin and you gasp, aware of how fast your heart has started pounding, how warm you’re beginning to feel.

“Done that,” you murmur, your head tipping to the side, allowing him more access.

“Cuddling in bed,” he says before leaving a trail of languid, heated kisses along the elegant line of your neck, all the way up to your ear.

“Also done.” The words are more breathy air than anything but you’re amazed you even manage that.

The sweater has somehow been removed and curled up on the floor next to the bed. It doesn’t matter really, since you are warm, heat rippling through your veins at an alarming rate. He traces the shell of your ear with his tongue, the hand holding you against him tightening its grasp.

“Maybe, cara mia, you need some inspiration, yeah? Maybe…” he draws out the word as his teeth catch your earlobe. “…I can help.”

There is only so much brain power left in you before pure lust takes over. A shudder rolls through you. He already has you shaking and he hasn’t even kissed you yet.

“Leonardo.” Why does his name sound more like a moan than a word? You grasp at the last remaining strings of logic dangling in your mind. “It’s supposed to be romantic….not….salacious….”

“Well…,” he whispers, his rich voice soft, inviting. One hand slides across your abdomen and then upward to the buttons of your nightgown, the ones that stand no chance against his nimble fingers. “Cara mia…..” His other hand captures your face, turning it so that he can lower his mouth until it hovers just over yours. “Why not…..” His lips brush strokes of fire against yours. “….both?”

He kisses you intently, stopping you from answering as he claims the full attention of your mouth.

Your last coherent thought is: Both? Both is good. Yes, both is very, very good.

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"Aere Perennius" 🌟

A/N: I have long admired @ana-thedaydreamer and her beautiful artwork. I am so excited to finally be able to share what we have been working on together! Ana, you are a talent beyond measure and I was overjoyed at the chance to collaborate with you, especially on something honoring our favorite vamp 💜Thank you for your hard work, your time, and your support.

"Aere Perennius" is Latin for, "More lasting than bronze"

Leonardo - Holiday Fluff

Word Count: 1221

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There are many things to love about the holiday season, but one tradition that never fails to brighten my spirit like a string of fairy lights in the dark are the Christmas markets. The booths are a feast for the eyes, endless degrees of craftsmanship on display in the form of bright, homemade candles, intricate wooden toys and puzzles, beautiful stained glass decorations, knitted wonders of all shapes and sizes. The smell of mulled wine and hot chocolate mixes with the scent of candied almonds, roasted meat, and gingerbread. Even the crowds are a part of it, the voices calling for small children to stay close, the greetings called across people’s heads to one another, the couples cuddling close together, warm and snug under the twinkling lights.

This is where I am right now, tucked up against Leonardo’s side as I observe the crowds from a cozy corner of the market, right next to the stand that claims it has the best mulled wine in all of Paris (with a recipe straight from Germany, I note with a wry grin). One long arm is wrapped around my waist, holding me close. The other lifts his mug of wine to his lips as he people-watches with me. The woman who runs the stand watches us both, bright-eyed, offering to refill our mugs the moment they are empty. Starting right from the first empty mug, she was so insistent with her benevolent pouring, I decided to keep holding mine close as if there were still something inside but Leonardo….he has been taking her up on her offers, tossing coins whose number grows more and more generous with every refill. 

He’s nearly got a handful of them now when I realize I've been so lost in watching the bustle of the market that I haven’t been keeping track of how long we've been standing there. And how many refills he’s had. It’s too hard to see his face clearly in the shadowy corner we're standing in but there is a laxness to his body, a looseness in his stance that catches my attention. 

Perhaps it's time to get a move on.

“It’s getting late,” I say as I gently extract the empty mug from his hand and set it down on the wooden counter. 

He looks somewhat startled at having to say goodbye what feels to him like so soon but I tug on his arm, leading him away. “Thank you Madame, it was delicious!” he calls back towards the stand. The woman behind the counter looks as sad as he does, waving goodbye despondently, sad little Christmas dishrag in her hand. I steer him through the crowd, toward the end of the market. He is hailed by so many people who know and admire him: the watchmaker lifts a mug of beer in salutation, the music teacher calls his name with a vibrant “Yoo hoo!”, the bookstore owner nods respectfully. He is such a part of the fabric of this community, the brilliant golden thread that runs through it, brightening everything.

The lights and sounds and smells of the market give way to a dark winter sky littered with bright stars and the cool calm of night time. Arm in arm, we walk. His strides are slower than usual, his eyes bright, cheeks tinged pink with wine. We take a turn, strolling down one of the main streets with displays in the windows. When we reach the toy store, he suddenly stops.

“Cara mia….wait a moment…” He stands in front of the window where tiny lights illuminate the various toys: a shiny train set with a big black engine, the porcelain dolls with their curls and big round eyes, tin soldiers marching in a row. But what has his attention is the model hot air balloon hanging from a string, floating above the other toys. He raises one hand, pressing it against the cool glass. “Stupendo,” he sighs, almost longingly. I smile softly as I place a gloved hand on his lower back. It is well-documented how fascinated Leonardo Da Vinci has always been with the idea of man and flight. Notebooks full of his theoretical drawings of various contraptions and machines can be found in museums all over the world.

“It happens, you know. America, 1903. They invent a flying machine that becomes the basis for air travel.” My voice is as soft as the glow of the lights through the window, my eyes on his face as he stares at the toy balloon. 

He doesn’t answer. Instead he pulls his far-away gaze from the shop window and turns his full attention to me. 

A lock of hair falls across his forehead, his cheeks are still tinged pink. He looks young, boyish. Almost vulnerable. The mask of the cool, eternal vampire sloughed off with every sip and now all I see in the warm light is a man whose expression is filled to the brim with tenderness. He reaches out, his soft leather glove brushing the skin of my cheek.

“Who needs to dream of the sky,” he murmurs in a voice as soft as the silver starlight overhead, “when I can look at you and see the face of heaven?”

It seems the wine, the starlight, the remembrance of dreams has brought out the poet in the man I love. His words fill my heart, lifting it like heat does a hot air balloon. Now my cheeks are flushed and it has nothing to do with any drink. 

I drop my gaze, a sudden shyness overwhelming me until he catches my chin between his fingers, tilting my face back up. I thought the lights in the window or the stars in the sky were luminous. They pale in comparison to the radiance of his golden eyes.

“C’mere,” he whispers, his free arm pulling me toward him, holding my chin as he lowers his mouth to mine. I can taste the echoing flavors of the mulled wine, the cinnamon and nutmeg and cloves as well as the faintest whisper of smoke from his cigarillos. Here in his arms, there is only the present. His dreams in the past, the uncertainty of the future fade with every movement of his lips, every sigh, every touch. If I have learned anything from loving this man, it is the need to live in the right here, right now. Even this moment, an embrace under a dazzling winter sky on an empty Parisian street will end. And somewhere in the future, there will be airplanes. And rockets. And the eternal vampire will experience it all. 

Without me.

But I believe it is moments like this one, as I wrap my arms around his shoulders and return his kiss with all the love in the world, that will capture a hallowed place in his eternity and light his heart when shadows dare creep near.

The kiss comes to an end, yet he does not move away. Maybe he’s dizzy with wine and needs to be still for a moment. Maybe he does not want to lose the closeness we share. Either way, he doesn’t step back but instead presses his forehead against mine, eyes closed.

“I love you.”

I breathe out, a hand stroking the back of his neck. 

“I love you too, Leonardo. Always.”

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Leonardo request: he and mc break up (he breaks up with her so she will go back to her time and she does), and now it is her time and she runs into him after she has been back in her time for a while and he has lived through the years until he has finally caught up with her

if it is a happy reunion or painful because she is with someone, I leave up to you!

A/N: Here you go, lovely Bellerose. Thank you for your request!

Leonardo x female Reader

I had to pick a hair color for the reader in this, which I usually don't, so I apologize if that bothers anyone.

Word Count: 3157

You would think there is nothing that can rival the beauty of a moonlit lake, a sky littered with silvery stars, the soft whisper of grass as it's ruffled by a gentle wind. But the enchanting scene surrounding you is nothing compared to the glow of Leonardo’s golden eyes, the softness in his smile, the feel of his hands as they hold yours. His gaze lights a warmth inside you that spreads slowly like honey, sweet and delicious. He leans down and you rise to meet him, lips already parted in anticipation. 

It is not what you imagined. 

It is so much more. 

He tastes vaguely smoky, evoking the comfort of a fire on a cold night. And sweet, but not excessively so. More like chocolate and hazelnuts, rich and earthy and absolutely decadent. As he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close to the shelter of his body, you find another word to describe what kissing him feels like: home.

Leonardo extends his hand, helping you up into the carriage. The door closes and soon you are rolling over the uneven cobblestone streets, away from the concert hall. He’s tucked you under the protection of his arm, unable to resist the urge to hold you close. Even at night, when you are curled up in his bed, he needs to touch you. Maybe it’s only his ankle over yours or his hand on your back, but you are his lifeline to finding joy in the endless, weary march of time and he wants every single moment possible to be filled with you. 

Your sigh pulls him out of his reverie and he turns to look at you. Your sparkling diamond earrings swing gently with the swaying of the carriage as you look out the window and at the darkened city that rolls by outside of it. 

“Cara mia? Is everything ok?”

It takes you a moment to tear your gaze away from the glass, shaking your head as if clearing away cobwebs. 

“I’m fine. It’s just….” You trail off and he frowns slightly, nudging you with his lips to your temple.

“It’s just?”

He feels the way you sigh again, with your whole body, a wave passing from you to him. Whatever you’re feeling weighs on you heavily.

“The song Mozart played. ‘Sonata facile.’ My mother taught me to play that on the piano. And she knew it because her mother taught her. And I just always thought….” You lift your shoulder in a small shrug, glancing at the darkness through the window again. “I just thought I would teach it to my children someday.”

His heart feels like it's been dropped with sudden speed into a frozen lake, splintering as it crashes through the ice. Grateful you’re not facing him, he takes a moment to compose himself before speaking, his tone deceptively casual. “Children were a part of the plan then, yeah?”

Your earrings swing, glittering even as you speak in a quiet voice, hushed like dusk as it settles across the sky. “I was an only child with parents that were often away on business. That could be….lonely, sometimes. So I promised myself that I would have lots of children so there would always be noise in the house. And so they would always have someone to play with.” 

It is impossible for him to miss the flash of sadness that crosses your features, subtle like lightning too distant to be bright but unmistakable nonetheless. Long fingers of cold wrap themselves around his heart. What you have dreamed of for yourself is something he cannot give you. Something he will never be able to give you.

Even as you sigh again, nestling closer to him, resting your sweet cheek against his shoulder, he can’t shake it. 

And spends the rest of the carriage ride avoiding the sight of the darkness outside the window. 

The dishrag hits the marble counter with a satisfying whack. Untying your apron, you bid Sebastian a good night as you make your way out of the kitchen, your steps hurried as you make your way towards Leonardo’s room. Worry had been gnawing at you ever since you returned home from the concert last night. 

He had been unusually quiet, almost distracted in a way you were not familiar with from him. You asked him to unhook your gown and there was no provocative curve of his lips, no low sensuous murmuring. He had simply undone your gown and then proceeded to undress himself, the motions perfunctory, almost careless. It was only when you had joined him in bed after removing your jewelry and unpinning your hair, when you had slid your arms around him and pulled him to you, stretching yourself under him like a cat in its favorite patch of sunshine, that he returned to you, lowering his head to claim your lips, his hands coming to life as they slid their way over the curve of your hips, across the span of your ribcage before finally sliding up into the expanse of your soft auburn hair.

And even then, when he made love to you, it had felt….different. He was slow, exploring the entire expanse of your body, deliberately lingering, as if committing every part of it to memory. True, you had only been intimate a handful of times, but the times before this were electric, your body feeling like it might overload and burst like lightning, illuminating the whole mansion with the force of your radiance. But last night you were embers, glowing with the warmth of his slow, tender attention. And when it was over, you lay with your cheek against his heart, its steady rhythm lulling you to sleep.

He’s not in his room. Or the library. Or the dining room. Or the salon. You pause at the bottom of the staircase, wondering if you should go knocking on the doors of some of the other residents when Arthur approaches, a cup of coffee in one hand and a piece of dark fudge in the other.

“Hello luv. A bit late to be wandering ‘bout the place all alone. I’d offer you my company but….” His blue eyes are alight with mischief. “I’m afraid ol’ Leo might not be pleased with it.”

“Do you happen to know where he is? I’ve been looking everywhere for him.”

Arthur pauses, already a few steps up and gestures with the fudge to the top of the stairs. “Last I saw him he was visiting Comte.”

You thank him, pass him on the stairs and hurry towards the sitting room Comte uses on this floor. Your knocking gets no answer so you boldly enter. It’s empty. Disappointment shadows your heart and you are about to leave when you notice the door to the small balcony is open. 

He’s there, alone, forearms resting on the smooth stone of the balcony railing, a lit cigarillo between his fingers. The balcony faces the mansion’s gardens and he’s staring intently out into the dark as if he might be able to find some answers there.

“Leo?”

He turns, startled and then breathes out when he sees it’s you. “Cara mia.”

Frowning, you make your way to his side. “Is everything ok?”

He is silent, wrestling with a decision he needs to make. You wait, letting him battle it out internally, watching the thin plume of smoke from his cigarillo as it rises, twisting and turning as if anxious and unsettled.

“The door to your time will be opening again in two days. Maybe…..you should use it.”

His words are so unexpected you wonder for a moment if you understood them.

“What……why would you say that?” 

You can hear the tremor in your voice, the aftershock of his suggestion jolting you.

His jaw clenches, his gaze still searching the dark and silent gardens.

“Maybe you would be happier there. Could live the life you always dreamed for yourself. See your family again. Your hometown. There are a thousand reasons.”

You reach out, placing a firm hand on his arm. “And one very big, very stubborn one right here.” His breath shudders from his body as you pull, forcing him to turn towards you. “I made a commitment to you, Leonardo. We discussed this. I’m staying.”

He tosses his cigarillo over the railing, its small glow swallowed by the night. When he finally meets your gaze, the conflict in his beautiful eyes makes your heart ache. “Cara mia…..I cannot give you a family. I cannot promise you safety. I-”

Your hands reach up to cup his face, your grip determined. This is no time for gentleness. He needs to understand. You speak slowly, each word carefully weighed and measured.

“I want to stay with the wonderful, funny, intelligent, kind man that I have fallen in love with. For as long as I can. And there is nothing that can change my mind.”

He holds your gaze as you hold your breath, waiting. Finally he nods and you echo his gesture, nodding back in response. “Ok….” you whisper. “We’re ok.” You step into the circle of his arms, burying your face in the soft, rich fabric of his clothing. 

He holds you close, but his eyes remain open, once again returning to the impenetrable darkness of the gardens.

The next day he’s gone again but you try to keep yourself busy and ignore the uneasy feeling that keeps scratching at your heart. The sun sinks to its rest and the moon rises, cold and pale among its nest of stars, and still there is no Leonardo. No other residents have seen him and worry flashes in Comte’s golden eyes when you ask if he knows where Leo has been all day.

Your thoughts are heavy, each one hammering a different worry in your mind as you make your way up the stairs and to his room. He’s bound to come back from wherever he is and then you’ll be waiting.

It’s far into early morning when Leonardo returns, pushing his way through his bedroom door and stumbling inside. You sit up in bed instantly, sleep having only caressed you and never quite fully taken over.

“Where have you been?” You can’t keep the frustration out of your voice or block the sound of your thrashing heart in your ears. “I’ve been worried!”

His movements are slow, radiating something unusual. Something that slowly begins twisting your stomach into an uncomfortable knot. 

“A man can go out, yeah? Without a thousand questions.”

His voice is thick, perhaps with drink, perhaps with something else. Either way it sends a cold shudder through you as you slide out of bed.

“Leonardo…..what’s going on? This isn’t like you.”

He turns, his eyes liquid amber, unnaturally bright in the soft orange light of the lamp you left burning low.

“Then maybe you don’t know me as well as you think. Maybe I’m not the warm, intelligent, kind man you have fooled yourself into believing I am.”

Hearing your own words thrown back at you like daggers nearly sends you staggering back to the bed. A hand reflexively rises to cover your heart as if you had really been pierced by some wicked blade.

“That’s not possible. I know you. I know who you are and–”

He growls, closing the distance between you quicker than you can draw a breath. He does not lay a hand on you, instead pinning you in place with the force of his heated glare.

“I am a pureblood.” His voice is low, the words dragging over your heart like plow teeth across the earth. “I am eternal. You are a minute, yeah? A second in an endless succession of days and nights. A blink of an eye.” Your lips part but before you can even see if you are capable of sound, he continues. “I am dangerous.”

“You would never hurt me.” The words slip out, small and unsteady, but born of the conviction that still lives in your aching heart.

His eyes close a moment, freeing you from the pain of his excruciating glare. And then with a snap of his head, his fangs protract and he growls, the sound more primal than anything you’ve ever heard from him. A primordial fear skitters down your spine, sends goosebumps across your skin. He’s changed the framework from lovers, to something much more sinister: predator and prey.

“Get out.” 

You don’t know if you sob or if you simply turn and run. The way back to your own room is a blur of shadows. It is only when you have closed your door, have turned the key in its lock, that your legs turn to water and you sink to the carpet, your breath coming in uneven, painful gasps.

He has never threatened you before. You never thought he would.

Now the only sound you hear is the cracking of your heart as it splinters into a thousand tiny pieces.

The next day, when the door to your world opens, you walk through it.

He is not there to say goodbye.

Epilogue:  21st century London

The vintage bookstore is a popular one. Some people are milling about the coffee bar, deciding how they want their caffeine intake today. A handful of children are sitting on large, oversized bean bags, excitedly flipping through colorful books. There is a low buzz of people’s talking, an undercurrent of appreciation for stories and writing and reading that he is happy to be around. He is somewhere between the New Releases and Staff Favourites bookshelves, thumbing his way through a copy of “Love in the Time of Cholera”, when the small bell above the bookstore chimes, announcing another patron exiting or entering. He still doesn’t know what exactly caused him to lift his gaze from the page. Perhaps the hand of Fate caught his chin and pulled. 

He is not prepared for the sight of you. He has not seen you in over one hundred and thirty years. But now, as if by magic, there you are. For the first time in a century his heart leaps with emotion, hurriedly and haphazardly clearing away the cobwebs of loneliness that had settled there, delicate yet incessant. He steps behind the bookshelf, forcing his eyes closed. They want nothing more than to drink in the sight of you, an oasis in the desert of desolation he himself had created when he pushed you away that nightmarish evening.

The one where he had made the decision that he would not destroy your dreams by selfishly keeping you all for himself, robbing you of the chance to build the life you imagined for yourself.

So he did what he deemed necessary to make you leave.

You had stepped through the door that led back, your heart broken. And he had been the one swinging the hammer.

Time is a merciless teacher. Its harshest lessons were taught in the black heart of night, that gaping pit of time when no one could hear the rattling sound of his remorse, the anguished cries of regret. It was then, before the relief of morning’s pale light, that he understood what he had done. While he had, at the time, seen his intentions as noble, all he had truly accomplished was to destroy the chance at happiness you had been so freely and adamantly offering him. 

He breathes out slowly.

He has been given a chance. A gift. He must not squander it.

His golden eyes open and he peers around the bookshelf. You look the way he remembers. A bit older, maybe, but it's the same face that has visited his dreams countless times, the one he has kissed every angle of and traced with devout fingertips. 

The cold of a London winter has left your cheeks tinged pink, your hair dotted with tiny snowflakes that are slowly melting, glistening even in the book store’s artificial light. You look enchanting, like a fairy tale character from one of the children’s books on display. 

A knot has formed in his throat and he swallows against it, trying to ignore the twisting of his stomach and the roaring of his heartbeat. Leonardo da Vinci, for the first time in centuries, is nervous.

He’s about to step forward, to say the name that hasn’t crossed his lips in ages except for anguished whispers in his sleep, when something brushes past him, lightly bumping into his leg, and then haphazardly carrying on, barreling forward towards its destination.

“Mummy!!”

You turn and your face is alight, as bright and warm as summer. Dropping down, you open your arms and catch the cannonball of a little girl, pulling her close to you.

A man with a sleeping baby strapped to his chest brushes past Leonardo, offering a polite “Pardon me” before he stops in front of you, his shoulders dropping in relief.

“I’m sorry, darling. She saw you and took off like a shot.” He sounds slightly exasperated as he approaches you and his wayward daughter who has now thrown her small arms around your neck.

She has your soft auburn hair and bright, intelligent eyes. 

Leonardo’s heart is quietly crumbling in his chest.

You stand, lifting the little girl up along with you, much to her delight. “Did you find a book for the plane ride, Cara?”

This is what he wanted for you. So why does it hurt so much?

She nods, brushing her hair away from her face enthusiastically. “Yes!” She turns. “Show her, Daddy.” Your husband smiles, his warm golden-brown eyes softening at the sight of you two. One hand absently pats the soft baby carrier and its sleeping passenger while the other holds out the book. Your daughter reaches over, taking it.

Your husband looks a bit like him. Same brown hair, same golden eyes. Leo’s heart continues to break.

“Oh, a children’s guide to the most famous paintings in the world. What a good choice.” You slowly set her down and she reaches for your hand. 

“It has all the best ones in it, Mummy. Including your very favorite, the Mona Lisa!”

There is now nothing but dust.

You smile, running a hand over her hair. “I can’t wait to look at it with you.” 

As you wait in line to pay for the book, the small bell above the bookstore chimes, announcing another patron exiting or entering. You don’t know why you glance up toward the door. There’s nothing to see except the receding figure of a man in a long brown duster as he crosses the street, arm raised to hail a taxi.

Your gaze lingers, inexplicably drawn to him, until your daughter tugs on your hand. 

“Mummy?”

Jolted back to the present, you shake your head to clear the strange, momentary fog, offering the woman at the register an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry. How much for the book?”

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May I Have This Dance? -Leonardo x GN!reader

Pairing: Leonardo x GN!Reader 

Rating: Fluff

WC: 326

An: Just a cute little drabble to get me back in the rhythm of writing. The idea of dancing with Leonardo has been floating in my drafts for forever. I hope you enjoy! 

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The sweet smell of hot chocolate fills the kitchen as the clock strikes midnight. Humming a tune as you clean up the kitchen, you can’t help but sway to the melody. Your heart is still light from the date earlier in the day. As you spin in the moonlight, arms wrap around you and you become face to face with your love. 

“There you are Cara Mia” His voice whispers in your ear and you shiver. Pressing a kiss to your cheek he releases you only to bow. 

“May I have this dance” He holds out his hand and a melody fills the kitchen from another room. Letting out a soft giggle you can’t help but take his hand, as he sweeps you into a dance. The whole kitchen becomes your ballroom as he twirls you, his golden gaze never leaving yours. 

When the melody dies out, his hands never release you, he only pulls you closer and continues his dance.

“Don’t forget your drink” He slows down as he brings you both to the counter where the cups lay. Taking a sip from one, he still keeps one hand wrapped around your waist. Drinking the warm drink only has your mind growing more tired. A armth from the drink mixes with the happiness of being with your love. Finishing your cup, you rest your head against his shoulder, letting out a startled gasp as he lifts you in his arms. He starts to carry you out of the room, interrupting any protests with a kiss. 

“Let’s get you back to bed,I’ll take care of the cups and maybe tomorrow we can finish that story.” He whispers, and your eyes close with a soft sigh.  

“I’ll finish the story, you’ll just use me as a pillow” you correct with a giggle, resting your head against his shoulder. You let the sound of his footsteps lull you to sleep, still cherishing the warmth of your dance.

Da Vinki??

I started playing Ikemen Vampire

Technically I had played it before but only vaguely. And apparently I played more then I thought I did as I only remember reading a few parts of the prologue but I played more of it then I thought. I did the registration for logging in and whatnot and found out I had played up to 4 chapters. Of the same character that I had picked yesterday when I started to play it again. So I guess my tastes didn’t change from whenever the hell I played this before.

The character was Leonardo da Vinci. With is funny that they picked him as a love interest in a female Mc dating game as it is theorised that he was gay so it’s kinda funny. 

He sounds like a Mother who is happy her kid finally found someone

My precious baby boy finally found someone I’m so happy!

is it me or everyone that game crashes?? no matter how much i changed my internet connection, it didn't work on it

Ikemen Vamp's Leonardo fanart for @nebuchadnezzar

Modern! AU date:

Leanna would definitely try her best to match Leonardo’s outfit without him knowing.

Lots of hand-holdings, arms-linking, trying each others’ food.

Most dates are spontaneous, but sometimes they’d plan out a weekend day out.

Types of dates they’d go on:

Museums: No museums or exhibits is left unvisited by the pair. They’d bring small notebooks to take notes or do sketches.

Art store visits: They’d sometimes stop by the local art store if either one needs something. Leonardo would ended up chatting with either some local artists or the employees there. Leanna would sometimes go on a ramble about modern paints and pigments to Leonardo.

A park: They’d go on a walk or set up a picnic. It’d have a more quiet and calm energy since they’d be winding down from the day. Mostly either talking or sketching/taking notes silently.

A farmer’s market/ local vendors’ market: It’s fun hoarding buying small trinkets to support local businesses. My headcanon is that their plates, bowls, and cups are all mismatched because they buy one thing from each vendor. Definitely buy some grocery that they’d cook a stay-in date night dinner with later on.

Yes Papi~ 🐶

Quick!

I need interesting / fun facts about Leonardo in real life for a school art project! Can anybody help me?