Summary: When you express to Leonardo that you’re not a huge fan of your stretch marks, he shares his perspective on the matter.
“What’s the pout for, belleza?” Leonardo quirked an eyebrow as you examined yourself in the mirror, having recently taken a dip in La Thermae. You sheepishly hugged your towel tighter around yourself, shaking your head.
“Nothing, really. Just thinking.” Your eyes didn’t leave the mirror, like you were making eye contact with a girl who was equally unconvinced by ‘nothing’ as Leonardo was.
“You wanna tell me what you’re thinking now or do I have to get it out of you myself?” He dropped the book he was leafing through and sat forward.
“…Leonardo, I’m going to ask you something, and please be honest with me.” You turned back to face him as his face took on a serious expression.
“I’m listening.” His voice was low and you paused, before slightly lifting the towel to show the stretch marks that adorned your skin on your hips.
“These…I don’t like them at all. They make me feel…ugly. Leonardo, do you thi-” Big strong arms enveloped your frame as he appeared behind you in the mirror.
“Don’t even ask me if I think they’re ugly, cara mia.” Leonardo wrapped an arm around your waist and with his free hand took hold of the towel where your hand was.
“But I just-”
“You like paintings don’t you? And all the pretty techniques involved?” You nodded, now looking at his reflection before you instead of your own.
“Mhm. Have you ever heard of Scumbling? It’s a technique that’s been used for a while now. The strokes are layered in such a way that the colours of the painting look broken or speckled, like these…” His fingers traced lightly over your skin as you dropped your gaze.
“Someone up there spent a lot of time on my beautiful cara mia. Be it Venus or Apollo, someone seems to have perfected their scumbling to make these precious little strokes, hmm?” Not taking his eyes off of you, he cupped his hand over your hip and gave it a loving squeeze.
“I’m and old man, Y/N. I’ve been around for a long long time. I’ve seen more works of art than you can imagine, enough paintings to fill the Louvre a thousand times over. Do you want to know something, micetta?” His chin rested on your shoulder and he nudged your face forwards again.
“Of all of those artworks whipped up by geniuses and the like, I’ve never been more in love with any of them than the one I see in front of me. You see a flaw, I see details. And all of these details make up the only thing that’s ever truly taken my breath away.” Leonardo’s golden eyes were still piercing you with that knowing gaze. Not able to resist the smile that overcame you, you laid your head against his and finally glanced back up.
Your cheeks were warm by now as you let your hand rest on top of his, interlocking your fingers with his own.
“I never looked at it that way. When did you get so wise, huh?” You grinned at him as he gave you a squeeze.
“I’m not all that wise, but I know masterpiece when I see one. But don’t worry, I’m not going to let anyone stick you up on a wall in some stuffy old museum.” Leonardo chuckled.
“Well I appreciate that a lot, and I appreciate what you said. You know, about the…”
“Scumbling? Yeah, just don’t go showing these off to anyone else. If they see how beautiful this painting is they might try to steal it right from under my nose. Everything under this towel is mine alone, cara mia.” Your eyes widened as your cheeks grew hot again, his hand squeezing your hip. Leonardo shot you a wink in the mirror and you nodded quickly, earning you a kiss on the shoulder before he released you.
“Good girl. Now, let’s get something pretty on you and we’ll go get dinner, okay?” Your hand remained on your side for a moment even though his own was gone. Put it down to experience from his 'long long’ life, but Leonardo Da Vinci always found a way to change your perspective, to nurture the seeds of doubt in your mind into beautiful blooms. It might take a little while, but you were on your way to loving your scumbling as much as he did.
(Written in horrible handwriting that only he can read.)
PAGE NUMBER 1
LIST OF ALL MY DEAR BROTHER’S WEAKNESSES (that i can use against him eventually.)
1- Mornings.
Usually takes at least 1 hour to wake him up. I already tried to make him late to an important appointement when we were younger only to discover he is able to wake himself up if needs be. Plan failed.
I also tried to use pranks on him when he is asleep but his natural reflexes make him impossible to prank in any way. Plan failed.
2-Social activities.
He is an introvert. I have yet to think of a way to use this weakness against him.
3-Smiling.
Is not a weakness anymore. Now that he is dating MC, he smiles more easily.
4-MC.
I have many plans but they always seem to fail. It also seems chevalier managed to make Luke her personal body guard. He also always have an eye on her and is protecting her from afar.
One day before christmas: tried to put her in a cage to gift her to him as a present. My dear brother was able to forsee this and protected her. Plan failed.
12th October: tried to make her use an aphrodisiac on him to make him loose control and suffer. I do not know what happened after that but seing that MC was bedridden for 2 days it seems the plan worked. Tried to make MC use a more powerfull aphrodisiac (i added some other medicinal herbs that will make him sneeze and itch all over), but MC refused and i was unable to confince her. Plan failed.
I have other plans in the future and i cant wait to try them out. Sadly it seems MC is become more on guard every time a plan fail so i might need to find some other way.
5-Sneaking
My brother is like an giant dancing in a pottery shop. He cannot sneak at all. His overpowering presence and icy aura makes him impossible to miss. I remember once when we were young and i used to sneak to the city often and i had convinced him to come with me. I used to never get caught but that day we got caught easily as we were trying to climb the walls by our nanny who was cleaning the window on the 4th floor. She had poor eyesight and always wore glasses. How she managed to spot us was a mistery. I was later told by saried that chevalier was hard to miss even in a crowd of 9000 people.
6-Archery
That is a secret that no one knows but my brother is very bad with a bow. Both his techniques and aiming are perfect yet he always manage to snap the bow in two before he can shoot. No one knows that secret but me and i plan to use this against him in front of belle. The hunting contest happens every autumn so i plan to force him to participate by using MC only to have him loose as he cannot use a bow. I cannot wait.
(The list stops here)
Yukina’s note: Hello everyone! What do you think of this new serie ? If you have any idea or asks that fall into this format requests are open ! Also please tell me what you think of it!
LAST CHIBI IS FINISHED I had a lot of fun making these aaaa and I’m thankful for everyone’s supportiveness and feedback!! I really am thinking about making them into charms (originally just a self indulgent concept I had thanks to my undying red army love KSHJSHJSHD) but everyone’s been v receptive so I may just go for it :)
Almost 1 year in the fandom and this is the garbage I produce take it and do with it what you will
Me: wow, the Texas blackouts will be a great chance for me to work on my hobbies and practice skills while I’m without internet or power :) may be an unpleasant situation but ill make the most of it
My brain: catboy Mozart
Me: no stop no nonono
Brain: catboy….. mozart………….
Me: n o please I’ve drawn it enough ok enough it’s been enough
Hey there my little anon, thank you so much for this! We all know that I love our silly little poet man so I really enjoyed writing this even though it did take me so so long to get around to >2<
- JJ x
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William Shakespeare:
MC felt hot tears fall onto their pink cheeks, their chest tight as they read the most beautiful words of love written in human history. They snuggled the warm blanket up over their own softly shaking shoulders as the prettily penned poetry they he read blurred a little from the tears in their eyes.
William poked his head around the corner from the kitchen to check on his beloved, his wine red hair tied back, long sleeves rolled up and an apron keeping his clothing clean. The playwright quirked a brow when he noticed MC shaking where they lay on the sofa, prompting him to drop the pan he was drying up and rush to their side. Will knelt by MC’s side, reaching his gentle hand to cradle their cheek and brush away their salty tears, “Lamb of mine, why dost thou weep so?” He craned his head forward and pressed kiss to each of MC’s cheeks, his lips brushing away his darling’s tears, “Alloweth me to steal thine tears away, mine turtledove. Pray tell,” Shakespeare attempted to peer at the book MC was reading, “Whose words stir thine beautiful heart?”
“Y-your’s, Will,” MC stuttered out, swallowing down another wave of tears, “Your w-writing is so passionate.” They handed the little book to their boyfriend whose handsome face lit up with recognition at the title written on the dark leather cover,
“Ah yes, Anthony and Cleopatra dost often waver the gentle of heart.” The poet smiled softly at MC before placing the old book down on the coffee table and pulling his love into his arms, “ ‘Tis alright, flower of mine. Still thine tears, now.” William’s hand was warm as it stroked MC’s back lovingly and the sweet scent of his perfume - summer roses and rich sage - comforting as it washed through their senses.
MC chuckled briefly, hiccupping a little as their tears started to dry upon their cheeks, “You’re wearing a new perfume. It’s nice.” They raised their gaze to see their lover’s mismatched gemstone eyes and their heart fluttered a little at the look of utter adoration and tenderness he bestowed upon them, “It suits you.”
Shakespeare let out his own short, warm laugh as he watched MC nuzzle their nose against his shirt collar, “Mine sweetness, thou art so very charming. Come,” he stood up and offered his darling his hand, “Let us take thine mind from sorrow. A romantic walk together shalt brighten thy mood.”
The couple had managed to stroll out to the outskirts of the city where they found a field of beautiful wild flowers: the perfect place to sit and watch the sun set together. All through the afternoon, Shakespeare had had his hand on MC, holding their hand, squeezing their waist or as he did now, stroking their hair carefully all to keep them safe. There was something so comforting about his warm touch, lithe hands that wrote the world into existence, capable of so much but primarily, loving his beloved to no end. And there they sat until stars freckled the sky with light and MC could giggled without a worry in the world and then, Shakespeare was content.
A little while ago I wrote a few drabbles of my one of my OCs Freda with her boyfriends Theo and Arthur; You can find that post here! And so I decided to do this for all of my OCs, how exciting (❁´◡`❁) This one is Jane x Leonardo and y’all can find Jane’s character profile at this link~
Please note that drabble 3 contains some suggestive content but nothing explicit, please proceed with caution.
Jane’s bright forest green eyes blinked a few times, taking in the space around for the first time with curiosity, “You library is magnificent, Monsieur,” she spoke softly, taking one small step further into the room. The former Queen smiled ever so slightly, her delicate little hands clutching at the green velvet skirts of her dress in anticipation, jumping a little in place when she saw a broad, olive skinned man curled up underneath the coffee table in the corner, “Monsieur, is that man alright?”
Le Comte chuckled warmly when his golden honey eyes found Jane’s concerned expression, resting his warm hand on her shoulder carefully, “Leonardo enjoys taking his siestas whenever the mood strikes him. He doesn’t seem to care where he falls asleep, ma chere.”
“I gather so,” the lady smiled carefully, her gaze finding Leonardo once again, her pale cheeks flushing pink when the man’s eyes opened and he smirked at her, “Oh! I apologise for staring, Sir.” Jane turned her gaze to the floor to hide her blush and curtsied to him as he began to stand up, “Jane Grey. Queen Jane. ‘Tis a pleasure to meet you … Monsieur Leonardo?”
“Si,”his voice was smooth and confident, alluring in it’s huskiness, “Leonardo Da Vinci, signora,” he took her hand in his own and kissed her knuckles affectionately, once again making the lady blush. Jane gasped softly as she heard his name. an excited twinkle bright in her wide India green eyes which made the Italian man’s thick brown eyebrows raise curiously, “Oh? Ya like that, Your Highness?”
“No non è quello,” she replied almost breathlessly, turning his hand over in her own to shake it excitedly, a grin spreading across her face, “È un piacere conoscerla Signor Da Vinci!“
Leonardo chuckled warmly, shaking Jane’s hand - which was tiny and pale in his own - in return, his eyebrows still raised as he glanced over at le Comte, “She speaks Italian?” He turned his attention back to Jane who had stopped shaking his hand but still held on to him, “Il piacere è tutto mio, cara mia.”
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“Leonardo, I need your help!” Jane called from the mansion’s foyer, her arms full and her tiger red eyebrows turned downward with effort.
Leonardo walked briskly from the direction of the kitchen and picked up the pace when he saw Jane, rushing to her side and scooping up the large white and ginger cat from out of her arms, his amber eyes softening when Jane’s expression relaxed, “Cara mia, what is this?”
The lady let out a sigh of relief, now only holding one tiny white Persian kitten, and she smiled a little guiltily, “I saw them on the side of the road and - a-and they looked so helpless, I couldn’t leave them, Leonardo-” She held up the impossibly small kitten against her cheek, flashing her boyfriend her best pleading puppy eyes, “We can handle just two more!”
“You said the same when you brought our pup home, Jane, mi amore,” he smirked at her, his big warm hand already stroking the fat Norwegian forest cat in his arms. He sighed, giving in - though, he knew that Jane could convince him to do anything, he loved her that much - “We can keep them. Lumiere needs more cats to play with.” Leonardo wandered closer to Jane and reached out to the kitten she held, “Ciao, gattino,” he cooed down at the tiny cat, smiling fondly at it, “Have you named your new little friends, cara?”
“Mhm!”Jane nodded happily, gently stroking the back of the white cat’s head with the back of her index finger, “This is Lady Katherine - I think she looks like a little lady and that,” she cocked her head in the direction of the big fluff ball that her boyfriend held, “That gentleman is called Piero.” And with that, Jane and Leonardo now had taken in four strays between them: Lumiere, Lady Katherine and Piero, their band of troublemaking kitties and Edward, their loyal Great Dane who acted like a big grey lapdog.
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“Mhm, principessa,” Leonardo hummed lowly, his saffron eyes fluttering shut as he pressed a kiss to Jane’s cheek and they lay in bed naked, cradling each other underneath soft cotton sheets, “I feel like we should stay like this forever.”
Jane smiled tiredly as she snuggled up to her boyfriend’s side, sore beyond compare but unbelievably happy when his arms tightened around her small frame. The lady felt the blush on her cheeks - that had been present throughout their entire evening - deepen as realisation dawned upon her, “G-goodness me … we just - Leonardo, do you realise? We just-”
“Made love?” He chuckled quietly, brushing Jane’s blushing left cheek with the calloused pad of his thumb, his brow quirking with curiosity when his gentle affection didn’t slow the racing of her pulse, “Somethin’ wrong, bellezza mia?”
The shy young lady shook her head smally, averting her big forest green eyes to look at anything else but her beloved’s inquisitive gaze, “But, we’re not married. Surely we shouldn’t have-” Jane was cut off by Leonardo’s mouth on her’s, his lips kissing away her worry slowly and carefully. When they parted, there remained a look of worry painted on her pretty face and that sinking dread in her heart.
“Do you regret it?”
Jane blinked, confused, “Whatever do you mean?”
Leonardo sat himself up and pulled his girlfriend up onto his lap, one of his large hands holding onto her slender waist and his other tenderly cradling her jaw. They held eye contact, the intimacy between gentle green and emboldened amber speaking volumes as their hearts beat as one, “Do you regret sleeping with me, Jane? Would you be happier if we waited until we got married?” Jane didn’t answer, stirring Leonardo to continue, a cheeky grin on his lips, “If so, I’d put a ring on your finger by morning.”
“No,” the queen thought out loud, placing her hands on Leonardo’s cheeks and craning forward to give him a fleeting, butterfly light kiss. She felt the stormy seas in her heart settle and self-assuredness wash over her like fresh rain in the garden, “I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you,” Jane smiled softly at her boyfriend who squeezed her waist with both of his warm, capable hands and smirked at her, “And an experience so heavenly couldn’t be sin, of that I am sure.”
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Jane giggled in the summer sun, gently holding onto her shopping basket as she spoke with her friend William Shakespeare. Her white summer dress seemed to gleam under the bright sun but even that looked grey compared to her radiant smile and anyone who saw her would surely say she was sweeter than the season’s finest fruits. Despite her joyful mood, Leonardo, her darling boyfriend, scowled when he spotted her from the other side of the town square conversing with such an unsavoury character as Shakespeare. The artist handed the now-fixed violin back to the little girl he’d been sat with and hurriedly strode towards his beloved Jane. The lady jumped a little when she felt a squeezing hand upon her side, but relaxed at the voice that followed, “Sorry to interrupt, but cara mia and I have plans now. Scusa, Will,” Leonardo almost growled the poet’s name before grasping his lady’s wrist and leading her towards a secluded alleyway.
“Leonardo?”Jane’s thin eyebrows raised in surprise and confusion when the couple stopped, with Leonardo having pinned her against a wall, “Leonardo what has gotten into you?” She put her hands up against his broad chest and pushed him back so she had room to properly observe his face, sighing when she recognised his darkened expression, “You don’t need to be jealous of him, cuore mio.” Jane gently cupped Leonardo’s cheeks with her delicate hands and she smiled sweetly when he nuzzled against her touch before burying his nose against her neck.
Leonardo sighed into her pale skin, leaving a few careful kisses on her neck before he raised his head, his expression a mixture of a wounded lion and a heartbroken schoolboy, “I know, Jane, mi amor.” The taller vampire smiled guiltily, standing back a little and anxiously rubbing the back of his neck, “Scusa. I just …” he looked away, Jane’s rich Spanish green proving too beautiful, too much for his heart to handle, “I want you all to myself. I don’t want that scarafaggio crawling in here.” Leonardo placed his warm left hand over Jane’s heart, smirking smally when her pulse beat faster underneath his touch.
The lady smiled softly, throwing her arms around her boyfriend’s waist and snuggling up against his toned body, “Il mio cuore è tutto tuo.”
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Leonardo chuckled warmly as Jane’s hand brushed his own when they both reached for the orange paint, “What are you painting with that shade, la mia tigre?” He squeezed her hand softly before withdrawing to grab a jar of dark green paint instead.
“Hm, you’ll see,” the former queen grinned confidently at her lover, sending Cupid’s arrow straight through his chest and filling his heart with overwhelming warmth and affection. They both turned their attention back to their paintings, comfortable in the warm sunshine that streamed through the windows whilst the radio played quietly somewhere in the background. Leonardo noticed Jane occasionally peeking up from over her canvas and gazing at him before turning back to her painting. Likewise, the pureblood was doing the same thing. Without much warning, Piero, the couple’s fat ginger and white cat jumped from his seat on Leonardo’s lap and onto the floor, knocking over several jars of paint as he padded out of the room. “Oh dear,” Jane sighed, kneeling down to clean up the bright splotches on the floor.
“Let me help, cara mia,” as he reached for a rag to wipe the floor, Jane swiped her index finger across her boyfriend’s cheek, giggling when his eyes widened in shock at the cool feeling of paint on his face. Leonardo glanced at himself briefly in the mirror, frowning slightly when he noticed the bright blue splotch on his olive toned skin, “Hey, not fair.” The artist smirked to himself as he dipped his finger into the puddle of sky on the wooden floor and swiped it onto Jane’s button nose.
The pair of them laughed at each other, continuing to splat paint onto one another until they were breathless, grinning in each other’s arms until Jane spoke quietly, “I finished my painting.”
“Oh yeah?” Leonardo stood up and walked around her easel to view a beautiful portrait of himself with the fluffy Piero in his lap. There was a serene smile on his face which matched the one painted in acrylics which he turned towards his beloved, “ ‘s beautiful. You’re beautiful.” The pureblood reached out towards his own canvas and spun it around to show Jane a portrait of herself in vibrant pigments, “Ah but, this doesn’t compare to the real thing.” He dropped to his knees in front of her and placed a warm kiss to her lips, making the lady gasp softly.
Jane muttered against her boyfriend’s lips, “You’re beautiful too, Leo.” And with that, Leonardo picked Jane up and carried her bridal style to the baths to help wash all the paint off of her porcelain perfect skin.
Hello anon my friend, hope you’re having a wonderful day/night & also taking good care of yourself ^^ thank you for sending in this lovely request~
- JJ x
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Vincent van Gogh:
“Oh, MC,” Vincent smiled at his lover softly, a curious glint in his china blue eyes as his thumb gently brushed at a fleck of bright orange paint on their soft cheek, “Have you been painting?”
“N-no,” they stammered in reply, avoiding their boyfriend’s angelic gaze, too anxious to tell him the truth in case he thought their art was unimpressive, “I was just, uh, cleaning Leonardo’s room.” MC chuckled nervously, “I guess some of his paint ended up on me.” They shrugged, internally relived when Vincent just smiled again and wiped away the pigment from their cheek with his handkerchief,
“You’re so cute, liefje.” The artist leant down to kiss his darling’s cheek where the paint had been, his brow quirking when he felt the heat of their blush, “Are you sick, MC? You’re awfully warm.” MC shook their head a little but, it did nothing to quell Vincent’s worrisome heart, “Go and rest up, oke? And I’ll bring you some tea and a snack.” Before they could protest, the vampire was already rushing himself down the hall towards the kitchen.
The moment that their boyfriend was out of sight, MC ran back to their bedroom and began frantically trying to hide all of their art related things; Countless sketchbooks, their case full of fine paints and the beautiful canvas that they’d just finished, the paint on which was still wet. MC had managed to put away all of their supplies except for the canvas in their arms, their eyes flitting around the room desperately in search for a place to hide it when Vincent entered the room without so much as a knock at the door, “MC? I brought you some -” he paused, his bright blue eyes widened in shock at the sight of MC clasping onto their painting, frozen in the middle of the room, “Wat is dat?” Vincent placed the small tray he carried down and slowly walked over to MC, intrigued by the painting.
“Oh its, n-nothing special-”
“Nee, it’s amazing!” The vampire smiled softly at the composition of the painting: A bright, pretty colour palette of pinks, oranges and yellows pictured an unusual bedroom with brushstrokes which much resembled his own. Vincent reached out his index finger to carefully trace the lines of a rectangular object of some kind that hung on the room’s wall, intrigue and wonder plastered across his handsome features, “You’ve got a great eye for colour, MC. And look at these cute little brushstrokes! Oh, you painted a little cat here, too!” Vincent fawned over the painting like he were a little boy captivated with art for the very first time again, making MC blush a deep shade of pink from the apples of their cheeks all the way up to the tips of their ears, “You did this all by yourself, schatje?”
They nodded a shyly, placing the piece upon the easel to gaze at it too, smiling softly at the image of the bedroom they kept back in their original time, “Yeah. It’s not a masterpiece like you make but, I guess it is kinda nice.”
“Are you kidding me? It’s incredible, liefje!” Vincent beamed at MC before wrapping his arms around their middle from behind, resting his chin atop their head, “Tell me everything about it.”
“You’re sure?”
The Dutchman grinned, moving his chin to rest on his love’s shoulder so they could both admire the artwork at the same level, “Of course I’m sure, MC. You have real talent, I want to hear what inspires my beautiful muse.”
Ahhh it’s finally Vincent’s turn! Only 2 more instalments of the mini series left after this, are you guys excited for them? I certainly am~
- JJ x
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I Give You My Breath, Vincent van Gogh
Princess MC grinned at herself in the mirror, admiring her pristine white wedding gown and the twinkle of the tiara resting atop her soft hair. Her hands were busy smoothing the long skirts of her dress when there came a gentle knock at the door and along with it, the rough voice of her soon-to-be brother in law, “MC, are you ready?” Prince Theo pushed open the door and his usually stern expression softed when his cool blue eyes found MC, “My broer certainly is lucky to be marrying you.”
“Oh, Theo,” MC giggled before wandering over to her fiancé’s brother and carefully combing a lock of caramel brown hair that had fallen from his slicked back hairstyle back into place, “I’m honestly a little nervous. I’m glad you’ll be giving me away, though,” the princess smiled as she took Theo’s arm and nodded determinedly, “You know I never imagined that my wedding would be such a big event.”
“Royal weddings always attract the world’s attention. It’ll be the same when I get married, so you better get used to it.”
The younger of the van Gogh brothers led MC towards the church, holding her arm securely in his own until the moment they reached Prince Vincent who stood at the altar, beaming from ear to ear when he saw his beloved. The blond prince took MC’s hands into his own, squeezing them lovingly when all he wanted to do was kiss her breathless and tell her how stunningly angelic she looked in her wedding dress. Vincent pulled the princess close, kissing her cheek chastely before uttering words only she could hear, “You are the most beautiful woman in the world.”
The ceremony was traditional yet beautiful - and it spared no expense to be so - with all of the flourishes befitting of celebrating the royal couple. “I give you this ring,” the princess’ wedding ring twinkled in the summer sun which streamed into the cathedral but it was Vincent who captivated her, his soft lips kissing the delicate palm of her hand, “I give you my breath.” MC felt tears prick the corners of her eyes as he continued to speak, “And I give you my love. Princess, I swear to protect you, until death do us part.”
The officiant turned his softened eyes towards MC, “Princess MC, do you accept Prince Vincent’s vows and promise your life to him?”
“I do.”
The crowd erupted into cheers and applause when the newlyweds shared their first kiss as man and wife, slow and passionate yet still appropriate enough to share in the public eye: the more amorous moments were to come later. Hundreds of onlookers continued to support Vincent and MC when they boarded their white horse drawn carriage, looking like a couple in a perfect fairytale.
After the sun had set and the adoring crowds had returned home, so too did the royal couple return to their palace and they found themselves gazing out at their kingdom from their balcony, still wearing their wedding attire, each with a glass of champagne in hand. Vincent’s hand slipped around MC’s waist and he squeezed her side gently, pulling her closer to his body so they were comfortably huddled together. The prince’s china blue eyes watched the twinkling stars that hung above his kingdom with a smile bright enough that one would think it was daytime, his Dutch accent soft and brimming with affection when he broke the comfortable silence, “I am so lucky.” He placed his glass of champagne down on the little coffee table beside him.
Princess MC tilted her head slightly, gazing up at her new husband and feeling her heart skip a beat at the sight of his impossibly tender expression, “How so, Vincent?”
Vincent turned his body so now he and his wife were chest to chest, his gentle hands running down the back of her silk gown and resting comfortably on her bottom, “I have you, liefje!” He was beaming from ear to ear and she blushed when he inched closer to kiss her lips briefly, “The most beautiful wife and the most beautiful land, what more could a man want?” The prince stepped back and offered his princess his hand, which she gladly took, “Would her highness join me in our wedding bed?” Despite the implications of the question, Vincent’s voice was soft and almost innocently hopeful, matching his striking cornflower blue eyes.
“I would,” the princess answered, allowing Vincent to lead her over to their bed and lay her down beneath him, “You know, I know a princess who has the most amazing husband in the world.” MC reached her delicate left hand up to caress Vincent’s cheek, her wedding ring cool against his flushed skin. The princess’ hands trailed downward to her prince’s collar and began to loosen his tie and unbutton his crisp white shirt, “He’s kind and he’s handsome and I hear that he is the loveliest man in the world.”
“Really, now?” One of Vincent’s hands - the one not holding him hovering above his beloved - took his wife’s hands and halted her movements, pinning them above her head with an unfamiliar air of dominance only she knew from him, “How bold of my wife to speak of another man, and in our wedding bed no less.” Prince Vincent smirked, baring his fangs only for a moment which had Princess MC gasping with anticipation. They both knew that they were playing, but that only added to the thrill of their first night together as man and wife, with Vincent’s voice a teasing whisper when he spoke against the soft skin of her neck, “I hope my princess is prepared to be loved so completely that no other man will ever cross her mind again. I vowed as much this afternoon, remember?” The heir to throne’s grip on his beloved’s wrists loosened and he brought her left hand up to his lips, kissing her wedding ring before his lips moved to brush against her knuckles tenderly, “You are my wife, mijn vrouw, and I give you my breath, my life, my all.”
Okie it’s time for Dazai’s Royal Romance story! I know it has a been a long time coming (same with the last 3 too) but, like I said I have been taking my time with this mini series because of how big my work load at University is atm >2< Though, some exciting news - the opportunity to vote for my next mini series theme will be coming soon: keep your eyes peeled!
- JJ x
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The King of Hearts, Dazai Osamu
There came a quiet, incessant tapping at the glass door leading out onto Queen MC’s balcony as the sunset painted the sky apricot and peach over her kingdom. The regal young woman wandered over to the glass and pushed open the door, stepping out onto the balcony, smiling sweetly at the sight of her husband in the garden below holding a handful of small pebbles. Dazai’s saffron eyes were brimming with affection as he noticed his wife and plopped down the stones he held onto the ground, “Good evening, your highness.”
MC leant gently on the railing and gazed down at her husband like she were Juliet meeting with Romeo in the star-crossed night, “Good evening, my king.” The Queen quirked an eyebrow at Dazai, who she noticed had one hand hidden behind his back, “I see that you’re up to something again.”
The King’s smile widened into a grin but he shook his head, his inky plum hair falling from its manbun, “My wife doubts my intentions? Oh dear,” he produced an exquisite bouquet from behind his back and held it up towards her, “Then her majesty won’t care if I were to discard this bouquet, then.”
“No!”The young lady giggled behind her hand, a gentle heat coming to her cheeks when she took note of the bouquet’s composition - lilacs, white roses and yellow ranunculi, an exact copy of her wedding bouquet - “I’d very much like to accept your kind gift.”
Dazai grinned and shot a wink to his beautiful wife, “Then I’d suggest you come here and retrieve them.” And without another word, the king scurried off further into the garden and out of sight, successfully piquing MC’s curiosity and drawing her out of the palace. The queen delicately held up the skirts of her floral summer dress as she rushed down the steps and weaved through the rows of flower and vegetable patches. MC was delightfully out of breath when she reached the secluded rose garden where she found her husband Dazai who was grinning playfully, his daffodil yellow eyes bright as though the stars themselves twinkled in them, “My lady.” The roses surrounding them were in perfect bloom and somewhere in the near distance, an orchestra of delicate strings played, the music seeming to place stars in the evening sky. Dazai had arranged candles around the small grassy area and he bowed, offering his wife his hand, “May I have this dance, your highness?”
“Of course, your majesty,” MC replied, her heart aflutter when she placed her palm in Dazai’s and he swept her body close to his own, gently swaying them to the beautiful music which hung in the air, making the atmosphere impossibly romantic. And they danced like it were their first, reminiscing of the night they met: A pleasantly warm July like this one, dressed to the nines at one of Prince Sebastian’s lavish parties, hand in hand, nose to nose as violins accompanied their blossoming love. The queen stepped a little closer to her husband, resting her cheek against his shoulder and letting out a delighted sigh when she felt his arms tighten around her waist. Dazai craned his head forward slightly to kiss MC’s hair, smiling carefully when she raised her head to gaze at his handsome face, “What’s with the romantic antics? It isn’t like you to be so ardent.”
“You question the crown?” The king smirked slyly but his words carried no ill will, he was merely teasing his beloved, “Can the king not treat his queen by giving her an evening of bliss when she’s looked so blue lately?”
“I-”
MC’s protest was short-lived as Dazai kissed her lips sweetly, stealing away her worries and her breath with one careful brush of his lips against her’s after another, his large hands trailing up her back until they held onto her slender shoulders. Their kiss was passionate and hot yet still romantic and chaste, for the most part. The proud moon had risen above them, illuminating the royal couple in the rose garden like they were Orlando and Rosalind, players in the most tender of love stories who deserved to be placed on stage for the world to see. By the time they had parted, Dazai and MC could only giggle at each other like two teenagers in love, both of their faces flushed pink with warmth as the orchestra continued to play their symphonies, “I’m glad to see her majesty smiling again. Finally sunshine has returned to the kingdom.”
Queen MC smirked a little, eying King Dazai with curiosity and suspicion, “Are you going to do this every time I’m feeling a little under the weather, then?”
Dazai carded his fingers through his wife’s silken hair and leant forward to kiss her cheek lovingly, “If that is what will make you smile, then I will do this every hour of every day for you.”
“And what about your duties, your majesty? Surely the kingdom needs you to take care of them too?”
“And leave the sun to grow cold and lonely? What man would be so cruel?”
Good day @kitsune25 hows it going? I only take 3 suitors per request so I haven’t written Shakespeare for this one! You can always check my rules page if you’re ever confused about what requests I’ll take on ^^ This is kinda short since I wasn’t exactly sure what you were asking for but, I hope you enjoy it nonetheless~
- JJ x
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Arthur Conan Doyle:
Arthur is just grateful for the attention in all honesty; His work is exhausting and mentally draining, often leaving him in desperate need to some tender loving care after a long day at his desk. He might make a suggestive comment or two about his beloved being sat in his lap and how comfortable they may be there sans a few items of clothing but there is nothing but tenderness in his grasp on their waist and the soft look in his eyes as he watches them carefully. Arthur will grin when he sees the little braids in his hair in the mirror and kiss his MC on the cheek, expressing his pride and admiration for their hard work.
Le Comte de Saint German:
Le Comte will take any excuse to take time off from all of his paperwork and when his darling strolls into his office, looking listless and needy, he’ll be putting his pen down without hesitation. He’ll open his arms out towards his MC and let them settle in his comfortable lap, chuckling warmly when their hands tangle in his honey gold hair. He might tease a little, remarking that his MC stirs something within him, something that yearns to make a family together where their children would play with his hair like they did now. And for once, he’s at peace as the time ticks by, looking forward to what the future brings for them both.
Leonardo Da Vinci:
Leonardo himself was much like a big, sleepy cat - warm, lazy and a great lover of affection. So when MC slipped themselves onto his lap casually and began to run their fingers through his silky, rich brown hair, he let his eyes flutter shut and his chest vibrated with a satisfied purr. He leant back on his hands, his palms pawing comfortably at the soft bedding beneath him and letting his head lull back in relaxation. Leonardo may grumble a little at his MC’s work on his hair - the little plaits and the messy twirls - but he doesn’t really mind: His hair is usually messy anyway.
Wow good evening everybody, would you believe that #ShookspeareRoyalRomance is finally back?! I took a long break from this mini series over the last 2(ish) month but, we’re in the home stretch now ^^ With only 4 more suitors left after this upload! I hope you guys are as excited for this as I am - and it also means that there will be my 5th mini series coming soon, too~
- JJ x
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Another Suitor,Sebastian
Princess MC giggled and fanned her face as Prince Napoleon took her hand in his own and kissed her knuckles carefully, while Prince Sebastian scowled quietly to himself in the corner. Sebastian didn’t much care for court parties, especially not ones where he knew his former lover and best friend would be in attendance together but, his grey eyes watched on nonetheless, jealousy painted across his face like the blush on MC’s own cheeks. He sighed, his eyebrows pointed downward when his loyal friend and cousin Prince Dazai approached him, “Sebas? You look unsettled.”
“You would too if you could see what I’m seeing,” the younger prince grumbled before taking a long sip of his red wine, still staring at MC whilst his heart beat painfully and she laughed unaware of his yearning, “Dazai, what should I do?” Sebastian asked but when he turned around to meet his cousin’s gaze, the older man was nowhere to be seen - like he’d vanished into thin air. He lifted his gaze back to watch the ballroom where on the other side of the hall, the prince saw his eccentric cousin speaking to Princess MC and taking her arm in his own and leading her out of sight. It was then that Sebastian noticed a small note that had been placed in his lap - in Dazai’s handwriting, of course - it simply read, “Rose garden,” and before he knew it, Sebastian’s legs were carrying him in the direction of the gardens.
Prince Sebastian stepped out in the rose garden and the cold air seemed to warm instantly when he saw MC: She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen in her champagne pink evening gown, her hair styled down and her lips lightly rouged. Princess MC stood up and closed the gap between herself and Sebastian, offering him her hand to kiss before curtsying politely to greet him, “Good evening, Prince Sebastian.”
“A pleasure to see you again, Princess MC,” he replied a little awkwardly as he bowed lowly to her, meeting her eyes with his own steely grey pair when he stood back up, “You look ravishing tonight.”
“You say that to all the noble ladies, I’m sure,” the princess rolled her twinkling eyes.
“No, your majesty.” Sebastian knelt before her and held onto both of her hands carefully, gazing up at the young woman hopefully. He confessed, “I have never met a more beautiful, kind and clever woman in my life. Princess, my heart belongs to you and you alone, I assure you.”
“How bold of you, Sir,” MC smiled softly but before long, her expression saddened into something solemn and resigned, and she sighed, drawing her hands away from the prince who wore his heart on his sleeve, “Your highness, I am to be wed to his grace Prince Napoleon. As much as I love you,” the princess’ eyes filled with tears which Sebastian quickly stood up to wipe away with his handkerchief, “We’re not children anymore. Sebas, politics determines I must marry him.”
“Of course I mean no ill to Prince Napoleon but,” Sebastian felt his heart brimming with determination as he took MC’s waist into his gloved hands and squeezed her sides carefully, just as he used to do when the pair were happy together - before Napoleon came into the picture - “But tell me, Princess, what can I say to convince you that you are making a mistake with him? What can I offer you for you to take me back?” The prince brought his left hand up to his one true love’s cheek and cradled it gently, gazing into her eyes and hoping she could see the sea of love which flowed within him for her.
“Walk with me?” MC’s voice was quiet, unsure as she asked.
“To the ends of the earth if you wished me to,” he took her hand and squeezed reassuringly before he led her deeper into the gardens, passing pristine roses and perfect chrysanthemums as they walked. The couple walked in silence, the sounds of the party long forgotten when they stopped beside a small patch of white lilies,
“You kept them?” The princess knelt down to touch the flowers’ petals delicately, her eyes slightly widened at the sight of her flower, the symbol on her personal crest. She laughed a little self-deprecatingly, “I thought you would’ve had them dug out and replaced.”
“And take you from my garden? My lady,” Sebastian offered MC his hand but the princess stumbled over her high heels, falling forward and on top of Sebastian who landed on his back in the grass with a soft thud. The prince grinned up at MC who was straddling his waist, letting one of his hands linger on her side and the other reach up to caress her hair, “My lady the day I lose sight of you is the day I cease to see anything. You are my entire world.”
Princess MC gasped softly, blushing at Prince Sebastian’s admission as she felt the tears begin to well up in her eyes again, “I’ve been so blind,” she whimpered, lowering her torso to hug her former lover tightly; a hug that was returned without hesitation. “I- I,” the young lady was crying against Sebastian’s fine suit now, her breath ragged and her heart beating hard in her chest, “I’ve loved you all this t-time, Sebas.”
“And I’ve waited for you, Princess,” his hand stroked her smooth hair, his steady pulse skipping like skimming stones across a lake when MC pulled back to press a kiss to his yearning lips. Sebastian reciprocated her kiss, his slate grey eyes closing before as he continued to kiss her as he’d been longing to over the agonisingly long year that she had been seeing her other suitor, his hands now both cradling her face. The young man broke away from his ladylove’s lips, smiling at her with all of his natural charm, “Stay with me, MC. Don’t return to France on that man’s arm with his ring on your finger. Instead,” Sebastian rolled the pair of them over so he now hovered above his beloved, pulling a simple golden ring adorned with a single sapphire from his breast pocket, “Please accept this.”
“My ring …” the princess gasped in awe, nodding carefully and breaking out into the brightest of smiles when the prince slid the ring onto her left ring finger, “You kept it with you?”
“As I said,” Prince Sebastian grinned, kissing the ring in its rightful place on MC’s hand before placing another kiss onto her lips, “I’ve been waiting for you to return to my arms.”
I really love this story, I’m so glad I got the bonus story from Kenshin’s B-Day Fest 2022. It’s so sweet and has a lot of things that I like when they include them in IkeSen
not exo content but i just downloaded ikemen vampires and i am confused??? btw i choose napoleon route and i ran out of tickets right now. how to get free tickets?
I… I don’t know how to feel about this. Honestly, I know this is supposed to be a fun game, but well, I don’t think I’ll ever choose something like Nokto in real life. I like inexperienced guys, with whom I would like to share my firsts with, but hey, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to be with someone like Nokto. But I’ll probably be very insecure in that relationship. Tagging: @mcofthemansion,@zahrabasiriand@@kissmetwicekissmedeadly
Thank you for tagging me!
Yesss! Realistically he would be the one (and only) person I will get along with too so I’m satisfied.
Ok no one tagged me so I will do this myself because I want to
Yes! Words cannot describe how much I love this man! ❤️ He’s swept me off my feet since day one, and I could die happy if I ever got to be with someone as amazing as him!
