My Promise to You [Arthur x Reader][Fluff]

My Promise to You [A gift for @toloveawarlord for the Ikemen Vampire Gift Exchange]

Characters ⤞ Arthur Conan Doyle x Reader

Rating ⤞ General

Tags ⤞ Cotton-candy sweet fluff, First-time Parents, Married Life

TW ⤞ Babies

A/N: It’s been such a pleasure participating in this gift exchange! Thank you to @ikemenlibrary and everyone involved for all of the hard work you put into organizing this. Additional thank you to @toloveawarlord, as I’m a huge fan of her work, getting the opportunity to write this has been so great.

Disclaimer ⤞ I don’t own the rights to Ikemen Vampire or any Ikemen/Cybird games.

Word Count ⤞ 1.3k

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The sun’s early morning rays beamed through the window, casting the room in a soft luminescent glow. The warmth from the sun’s beams began to caress your face, slowly bringing you forth from your sleep. With a groan, your heavy lids began to open, faintly recognizing the familiar surroundings of your room. As you regained your senses, a soft movement against your belly caused you to lower your gaze, only to realize where it was coming from. Your husband, Arthur, had draped his arm over your body in the middle of the night, hugging you to his side as close as physically possible. The steady breaths coming from him indicated that he was still deep in his slumber.

It had already been two years since you two had recited your vows in front of everyone you held dearest to your heart. Yet, every passing day you spent waking up with your handsome, loving husband by your side still felt like newlywed bliss.

Speaking of your husband, as though spurred by a sixth sense of having someone’s eyes on him, Arthur Doyle slowly roused himself from slumber, eyes like the deepest sapphire gems gazing at you with a look of pure love and adoration. “My love, just how long were you expecting me to stay still while you examine me with those beautiful eyes of yours?” He teased, deft fingers reaching towards your face to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. The affectionate gesture had your heart soaring in your chest. You were seconds away from pressing a kiss to your lover’s lips when the sharp wail of a baby’s cries interrupted your intimate moment with your lover.

“And there she goes,” you murmured, sighing exasperatedly, yet, the twinkle of amusement in your eye betrayed your true feelings. This was you and Arthur’s morning routine now, with a four-month-old newborn baby daughter with hair matching the exact shade of yours and eyes as blue as her father’s. And after all of it, the sleepless nights where you were cradled in Arthur’s arms, exhausted out of your mind, you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

“Don’t worry, just stay in bed. I’ve got her,” Arthur murmured, pressing a quick kiss to your brow. “You already do enough, waking up in the middle of the night to feed her. You need to rest more, Mrs. Doyle.”

A soft smile ghosted your lips as you heard the pattering of Arthur’s feet running to the nursery, followed by the sounds of soft cooing and gentle whispers. If he thought you were okay with missing out on a picture-perfect moment of him being the best father, then he was sorely mistaken. You quickly pulled on a cardigan and followed your husband. The sight greeting your eyes from the doorway caused butterflies to erupt in your chest. Even the sun seemed to work in Arthur’s favour, casting the most beautiful glistening light against the two of them. You watched as he pressed kiss after kiss against your daughter’s cheeks until she was giggling in delight, mouth forming the most adorable little smile.

“Who’s papa’s little girl, hm? Who’s papa’s little girl? That’s right, you are!” Arthur cooed, tickling her little cheeks with his fingers. “My absolutely beautiful, brilliant daughter that looks like a spitting image of my absolutely beautiful, brilliant wife. How did I ever get so lucky? A right ole’ rascal like me, having the two most perfect girls around me,” The amazement in Arthur’s eyes as he gazed at his daughter was akin to someone looking at the most precious treasure in the world – his world.

“Well, first off, if you’re a rascal, you’re myrascal. Second of all, I think Uncle Theo and his meddling in our relationship had something to do with that,” you teased, wrapping your arm around Arthur’s lean waist. “If you think about it, we would have never met without Comte’s help either, so I guess you could say it was a dual Comte and Theo effort. If I’d left it up to you, you might still be pushing me away and pretending to chase ‘pretty skirts’ around to try to fool me into thinking you were terrible!” Crinkles formed in your eyes as you giggled at the incredulous look on your husband’s face. Though your words were merely jests at your husband, the look that he’d get on his face was just too adorable. The way his bottom lip jutted out slightly into a pout, stunning blue eyes somehow becoming even more irresistible.

“Hey! Th—well, you may have a point there, darling,” Arthur mused. “Perhaps I should call that old chap up, see what that darned Theo has been up to. It’s been a while since he’s seen our little girl, too. As her bloody godfather, he can’t just send her toys in the mail every month – he has to come to see her sometime.”

“Right,” you murmured, leaning in to ghost your lips over your husband’s neck.

His eyes widened for a second in shock, and then his gaze turned heated. It was always such a wonder to you how Arthur could go from being the perfect gentleman to immediately ready for something else in the span of two seconds. The way his eyes roamed up and down your body, despite the messiness of your morning bedhead, the cardigan you’d haphazardly slung over your shoulders, despite everything.Even when you felt your worst, he still looked at you as though you were the most beautiful woman in the world.

“Mrs. Doyle, are you finally ready to try for baby number 2?” Arthur asked, gently setting down your daughter into her crib and directing all the intensity in his gaze at you.

“Settle down, Mr. Doyle!” You cried out, heat immediately fanning over your cheeks at his words. “I mean… I do want her to have a sibling… maybe a younger brother that she could boss around….” A smile tugged at your lips as you imagined your daughter leading a younger sibling around the house, protecting them and guiding them as you knew she would. You knew that Arthur came from a large family and that deep down, he always wanted a family of mini versions of the two of you running around.

At your words, Arthur’s eyes lit up, and he wrapped you up in his arms. A radiant smile had formed on his face, and you were sure he was beginning to imagine what your little family could look like in the future. “You remember my promise to you, right?” He asked, cradling your face with his hand gently, so gently it seemed as though he were afraid to hurt you. “No matter what happens, I won’t let any harm come to you. I’ll protect you forever. Well, I’d like to make an amendment to that promise.”

A few beats passed between the two of you, your eyes trained on his as you waited patiently for what he had to say next. His gaze was soft as his thumb gently caressed your cheek.

“No matter what happens, I won’t let any harm come to you or our children, however many of them we have in the future. If it’s just our angel baby, I’ll be happy. If it’s our angel baby and more little mini versions of you running around in our home, I’ll still be happy. You’ve made me the happiest man in the world by just being by my side and whatever our future holds for us. I love you more than words can express, my dear.” There was a mistiness behind Arthur’s eyes as his voice choked up with the overwhelming emotion he held for you.

“I love you too, Arthur,” you responded, vision blurring with your own tears. And with that, no matter what lay ahead for the two of you in the future, as long as Arthur was by your side, you were sure you could take it.

Fin.

Angel [Vincent x Reader][Fluff]

Submitted for the Spring Bouquet Content Creation Challenge hosted by @atelier-maroron.

Characters ↬ Vincent van Gogh x Reader

Rating ↬ General

Tags ↬ Fluff, Established Relationship

Spring Bouquet CCC Prompt 6. Nursing an abandoned baby chick back to health.

Description ↬ You and Vincent, your adoring lover, find an abandoned baby chick during one of your weekly dates. Over the next few weeks, the two of you pour endless love and affection into caring for the chick, which only leads you to a revelation that will change the course of your relationship…

Disclaimer ↬ I do not own the rights to Ikemen Prince or any of the Ikemen series games.

Wordcount ↬ 1.4k

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Peep. Peep.

The soft chirps of the little, fuzzy, slightly feeble baby chick echoed around your room. One single heat lamp was aimed at the cardboard box holding the adorable fluffy chick to heat up the makeshift shelter you and Vincent had created for it. After finding it abandoned in an empty nest on a bush, you were trying your best to nurse it back to health. “Come on, little guy. Come on, you can make it!” You urged, pumping your fists gently in encouragement at the little chick. This only caused Vincent to look over at you and offer you a kind smile at your soft words of encouragement.

“I’m sure our little chick will grow up to be healthy and strong, especially when it has such a great mama like you.” His arms circled loosely around your waist, and he began to rub small circles into the soft skin of your arms. The comforting warmth of Vincent, both his body and his kindred soul, always reassured you and brought you back from those anxious waves that drowned you.

Through pure luck, you’d stumbled upon the little chick in the midst of a date to your secret spot on the bluffs with Vincent. In fact, the two of you hadn’t even planned the date. It was entirely spontaneous that you two ended up in that place, only to spend hours frantically searching for the source of the soft peeping. That’s when Vincent discovered the smallest, most fragile-looking baby chick wedged in an empty nest with no mama chicken around. Being known as the pure-hearted angels of Comte’s mansion, the two of you stuck around for two hours to see if the mother would come back. Unfortunately, luck was not on your – or the baby chick’s – side.

It had been two days of touch and go. There were times when the chick almost didn’t make it, times when it wouldn’t even peck at the tastiest creepy critters you’d caught for it. To be fair, Vincent had done most of the heavy work when it came to that, but with your fear of spiders and worms, you’d chalked it up to a win with you even being close to the creepy critters.

“But Vincent, what if it doesn’t make it? I know we’ve only been taking care of it for a few days, but I’m already attached….” You trailed off uncomfortably, shifting back and forth on your feet as you continued peering into the cardboard box.

“Then we will know that we tried our best to make our little chick’s life as wonderful as possible, no matter how short their life may have been,” Vincent responded without missing a beat.

Selfishly, a tiny part of you was also looking forward to seeing Vincent show his nurturing side. The man was the epitome of an angel, serene, kind, and golden-hearted. Yet, the deepest part of you wanted to see morefacets of him – that raw, unbridled passion that he’d consume you with during intimate nights with just the two of you and the sweet, tender gaze he’d bestow upon you whenever his eyes met yours. But as things became more serious between the two of you, you slowly found yourself wanting to see how Vincent would be as a father. Would he be a total sucker for his children? Would he be a kind but stern father? Would he be a father that encouraged his children to pursue their dreams? All of these questions were thoughts you kept to yourself.

Though a baby chick was nothing like a child, it would at least let you see the nurturing side of Vincent. The side that you knewwould make you start longing to start your family with him.

And with each week that passed, you ended up seeing the exact side of Vincent that you wished for. It was a wonder just how gentle he could be with the little ball of fluff. His touches seemed to only just graze over the soft down of its fur, as though soothing away all of the chick’s maladies. The way he’d pick up the little chick and hold close to his face, staring into its little button-eyes with his bright, sapphire ones, murmuring words of encouragement and kindness to it.

And the baby chick responded in kind to Vincent’s care. The chick became stronger and stronger under his tender love and care. First, it was able to get up and walk a few steps. Then, it started to flap its wings, readying to take flight. After that, it was able to launch itself into the air enough to fly over the side of the cardboard box and waddle towards Vincent, whom the chick had deemed as its mother. In fact, the sight was so adorable that Theo had even commented on it, wondering why the chick was so attached to Vincent.

“Oy, broer, why does that little ball of feathers follow you around all the time? Isn’t it enough that you have hondje attached at your hip at all hours of the day? What’s so great about them that they can hog all of your time like this?” Theo’s eyebrow raised as he watched the little chick flap around Vincent, almost seeming to ward off Vincent’s first pet, Brush, at the same time.

“The more the merrier, Theo. I’m the lucky one to have been chosen by such wonderful beings.” Vincent responded kindly, tucking the chick into his palms. “But my dearest Theo, you know I always have time for you.”

A flush formed on Theo’s face, despite his best efforts at hiding it. “Ah, w—well, that’s good then.”

Meanwhile, throughout all these weeks of watching the chick grow, you became surer of your love for Vincent. Surer of the future you wanted for the both of you. It all came to a head one day when your heart began bursting with your affection for the blonde man after he’d come up with a particularly adorable lullaby for the baby chick. After all, he was just so darned cute that no one could resist his charms. That’s what you told yourself when you immediately blurted out his name. “Vincent!”

“Yes?” He replied, perplexed as he turned his attention back to you. “What’s wrong, my love?”

“I—I—I think we should start a family.” You managed to stammer out, cursing your nerves and embarrassment at the less-than-perfect way you stated something so serious. To your surprise, a deep shade of red began to form on Vincent’s cheekbones, only complimenting his radiant smile.

“Do you mean that?” The joy spread across Vincent’s face was almost child-like in its purity. He grasped your hands in his and pressed gentle kisses across your knuckles. “I don’t mean to pressure you… but this whole adventure with our little chick has made me feel like we should consider trying for one of our own…. You’re so naturally nurturing.”

A wave of relief washed over you at his words. It was like every little trouble you’d been holding onto for the past few weeks were immediately swept away. “I’ve been feeling the exact same way with you, Vincent! I mean, I’ve been thinking about this for a while, but I think you’d be the perfect father. After all, you’re already my angel.

"Ah, I’m so glad… but you’re the one that’s myangel.”

You had thought it was impossible to love Vincent even more than you already did, but with each day that passed, he proved that statement wrong. Every time a compliment spilled from his lips, pure in nature, you fell head over heels in love with him all over again. In fact, you’d even tried to purposely find Vincent’s flaws one time to see if he had any, only to immediately flip the weak “flaws” that you could find into positives. Naïve? No, endlessly optimistic and trusting. Oblivious?Not that either, rather, focused and serene.

Vincent ran one finger down the plane of your soft cheek, pulling you back from your daydreams. “I think there’s only one last thing we have to figure out….” A mischievous, at least for him, smirk slowly formed on his lips, and you widened your eyes briefly, wondering what was going to come out of his lips next. “What do we name our little chick?… And our future kids?”

“Well, I’m not sure about our future kids, but I want to name our little chick afterwhat you are… an angel.”

“It seems like we’ll have to settle for naming it after both of us, in that case.”

Fin.

Here is one of your requests darling. @queengiuliettafirstlady This is one of my all time favorite fics, ngl ❤ Enjoy ^-^

Tale As Old As Time

Fandom: IkeVamp

Prompt: Being too short to reach something and having their lover get it for them.

Pairing: Comte x Reader

Type: Fluff

Wc: 423

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The thrill of the hunt excites you, having gotten a quest from Sebastian, you open the library doors and slip inside. Your eyes scan the rows of books, hunting fir the precious book. Golden letters catch your eyes, the lighting from the lantern hits them, and they draw you in.

Beauty and the Beast

Looking around you spot a chair that you can use to boost yourself up, trying to reach the book. Your fingers graze the spin of the book, almost reaching it, but not quite there.

The arms around your waist startles you, and you squeak as you are lowered to the floor. You relax once you catch the golden eyes, a pout forming on your lips.

“What did you need?” The warm chuckles sends warmth through you and you point up at the book you are after.

“Sebas told me that it is the original story of Beauty and the beast” your voice is full of excitement. Comte laughs, reaching up to the shelf with ease. He pulls down the book, handing it to you gently.

“The original story by Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve. This was one of the first editions made.”

You look down at the book, awe fills you, the simple blue cover has a single rose etched into it with gold.

“A tale as old as time” you murmur, admiring the ancient print. Pressing a kiss to Comte’s lips, you thank him.

“I’ll be careful” you promise, Comte laughs and wraps an arm around your shoulder.

“Come, Sebastian has given you the rest of the day off. If you would like we can read this together.” Comte proposes, his fingers brushing along yours. Butterflies burst in your stomach at his touch and you smile shyly up at him.

“I would love too”

It isn’t long before the two of you are situated in Comte’s room, your head nestled in his lap while he reads. One hand idles in your hair, and your eyes flutter shut, visions dance behind your eyes as you picture the story. His voice is as smooth as honey, reading the tale to you. A smile has permanently fixed itself on your face. The feeling of something grazing your hand has you lazily opening your eyes. A delicate golden rose lays in your hand. Your fingers graze the petal, the gold matching the eyes of your lover. His lips brush against yours. Resting your head back in his lap, his voice continues late into the night, reading you the tale as old as time.