Good evening / morning / afternoon my lovelies! It’s day 4 of the Shookspeare christmas spectacular mini series and today we have Jean - how exciting ^^ I am super proud of this one & I just love Jean sm,, I hope you all enjoy reading this and ofc the rest of my works!
- JJ x
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Il est né le divin enfant, Jean D’Arc x MC
A pure white blanket of snow lay thick over the hills and fields of the countryside just outside of Paris, and cool breezes fluttered in the air around the couple who travelled together on horseback. Jean and MC eventually reached a quiet, quaint, secluded field and dismounted their beautiful horses and letting them run freely around the fenced pasture. MC gently took Jean’s gloved hand in her own and kissed it softly, causing a beautiful rose coloured blush to heat his pale cheeks.
The soldier gazed at his lover inquisitively when she took off, running to the centre of the snow covered meadow and laid down amongst the thousands cold, pearlescent snowflakes. Jean hastily approached her and shrugged off his protective winter cloak from his shoulders and held it out towards the beautiful lady on the ground, “Mademoiselle. If you must lie upon the floor, I insist that you lay on my cape. I cannot have you becoming ill.” It was at that point, he noticed that his dearest MC was moving her arms and legs in the most peculiar of manners, “Pray tell, mademoiselle, what are you doing? Are you hurt?” His voice was panicked as she shifted in the snow, however, his worries seemed to melt away when he took account of the delightful smile on her soft lips.
“I’m making a snow angel, Jean! Come on, you should make one too.” MC reached her hands up towards him, encouraging her fiancé to join her on the ground - But the inky haired man stood still, his boots feeling like bricks upon his feet, “What’s wrong, Jean?”
“I,”the Frenchman’s voice caught in his throat when he tried to speak, so much so that he could only reply in a whisper, “I don’t know how to. And I wouldn’t wish to displease you if I should happen to fail.”
The angelic woman in the snow’s smile drooped and her arms dropped to meet her torso as she thought deeply, “I’ll teach you.”
Jean nodded in reply, lying down next to her, his head turning to the side so their gazes could meet, “D ’accord: Please teach me.”
“Well, um,” MC hummed softly, her eyes still watching her lover carefully, “You out your arms and legs out to make a star shape then,” She demonstrated, giggling as she moved her limbs through the thick snow, “You spread the snow like this - Towards and away from your body.”
The youngman next to her copied her actions, his face straight in concentration as he did so. “What’s the next step, mon ange?” He asked quietly after he’s stopped, satisfied that he’s probably done enough.
“Stand up and you’ll see, mon coeur.”
At her commandment, Jean stood up and gazed down at where he’d just been - An angel shape lay in the snow where his body once was and another hot blush flooded onto his cheeks, “MC, how is this possible? I am no angel -” The words had barely left Jean’s mouth when the wind was practically knocked out of him by his fiancee who hugged him so incredibly tightly from the side.
As you may know, Mozart holds a peculiar disgust towards Henry, mainly because of his profession, but also disinformation (or rather creating stories on his own based solely on Henry’s being Arthur’s friend who surely has to have the same midnight adventures as him) and lack of communication.
For a long time—as fast as he noticed him spending time with Arthur and Theodorus—he has been avoiding him. The very idea of putting hands into a dead body just to find out how it works, dealing with mutilated corpses sent by the police, repulsive experiments and any contact with the “dirty blood” was sending a shiver down Mozart’s spine. However, after Henry came back from his another trip (the one he ends prematurely in his route, thanks to which he has the opportunity to meet MC) the frustrated former surgeon decided to get closer to Amadeus using all the charm he had in storage and one of the mansion dads’ help once again.
The task wasn’t easy, but after a few long talks with Henry, which cleared his behind the times thinking of medics crumbling in the pianist’s head, as long as he didn’t tell him any details about his work, Mozart began to enjoy the company of the mellow and bright Henry, almost always holding a smile on his face. What surprised Mozart the most, Henry didn’t mind his coldness, nor too long lectures about music, which Henry could not understand. As much as Henry Gray was trying to awake his creative side it was impossible for it to emerge in the regular art from - music, painting, sketching and not even decipher notes was a strong side of his constitution, but this didn’t stop Mozart from trying to teach the doomed-to-fail, optimistic student.
“Stop. You have no sense of rhythm, your hand is too stiff, curl it up a bit, and don’t drop your wrist.”
“Like this?”
“That’s even worse than it was. Ah, I think you’re just doomed to stay in your distasteful basement.”
“Hahaha, I’m sorry.” Henry laughed, closing his eyes. “I guess you’re right. If the Mozart cannot bring himself to teach me how to play music and Leonardo da Vinci himself cannot teach me sketching, then there’s no hope for me.”
Mozart started at Henry’s face, brightened with a wide smile for a moment. He snorted and put his head over the piano, laughing quietly as well.
“Then why do you sound so happy about it, you idiot?”
They don’t have many common topics to discuss, but at some point Mozart had to admit he loosens his guard in Henry’s presence and lets himself crack a soft smile listening to him. One could say, Henry tamed a wolf, which even tried to understand Arthur at some point. This didn’t end too well, what Mozart commented: “You can get along with everyone, but not all your friends can be friends with each other”.
Isaac: *is trying to fall asleep* His stomach:Hey Isaac:No. It’s two in the morning His stomach: But we’re hungry Isaac:Stop this nonsense. We’re not hun- God damnit, I’m hungry
When I started this blog a year ago, I never thought I would reach this point of such an acceptance.
My first ever piece got 37 likes and 4 reblogs. And now I’ve got a piece with 4200 likes and re-blogs combined, and a follower count of over 4200.
It’s been a wild year and I haven’t been active for a while to take care of my self, but I’m in the best headspace and in a level of happiness I haven’t been at for years.
Below is just a few of my favourite pieces I’ve done during the last year:
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Prompt: Leonardo - Knowing someone else can hear For:@aaviav Warnings: Aphrodisiac, for the sole purpose of the piece said residents office is next to the library NSFW. Leonardo da Vinci is officially renames Leonardo da-la-dickme.
“Leo.. please..” Your hands hastily tugging at his golden clasp of his belt, an urgency in your movements. The immortal laughing slightly at the situation at hand. Your words breaking the kiss that had left you mind-blanked for a good few moments. Everything and anything in your mind focusing on him right.
“Steady now Cara Mia,” He teases, keeping a calm posture on the outside, but on the inside he’s just as a mess as you are - only he’s better at not showing it. The thought of what you were planning on doing, was thrilling to you both and stirring your arousal on further.
“Leonardo..” you whimper softly, your eyes shining up to him as they are riddled with lust, unable to hide anything your feeling as it’s written all over your face. It’s simply all too much right now, the strong urges between your thigh causing you to act on impulse. “I can’t wait..”.
“‘Scusa, you little minx,” Unable to resist, turning you around as he nips playfully at your ear. A gloved palm dipping beneath the front bonnet of your dress to cup and fondle a breast, a nipple being tweaked and twisted in his grip. The other bunched up your skirt in ruffles as he slides a beneath the cotton of your underwear to find your sex slickened and awaiting his touch. The tease of fingers, followed by a moan as he pushed one - quickly followed by another - knuckle deep inside you. Leonardo letting his own sign of approval in a low groan against your ear as he pumps in and out of you. The fear of being interrupted where you were didn’t cross your mind once as the aphrodisiac burned flames of passion inside you. Stirring want and need that made your toes curl, your pussy throb and left more sensitive than normal.
Arthur had found it comical to give you both presents, claiming they were from the other - a valentines special. A box of chocolates for you and a pack of exotic orange cigarillos for Leonardo, knowing both of you would be unable to resist. Only they was laced with a potency of aphrodisiacs which had the main cause as to why you bent against a bookcase with Leonardo fingering you to the point your cries could be heard in the following room - not that either of you cared as coincidently Arthur’s study was said following room. And you both just happened to know he was in there working on his latest chapters. Payback, you both thought but never said aloud.
“Leonardo.. please..” you begged as he pushed your palms flat against the wooden shelving, the sound of clinking metal made your mouth positively water profoundly. Not even whining when he pulled his fingers to do so.
“Let’s give our old friend a thank you he won’t forget,” Leonardo breathed huskily into your ear, both hands now on your hips as he pulled you back to meet his thrust, sheathing himself to the hilt with one powerful thrust. Both of you moaning out, your head thrown back against his broad shoulder. Keeping control as he pulled you back into his sharp, deep, kneeling buckling thrusts.
Slapping skin and moans of pure primal desire were heard as clear as day to the flirtatious writer. A smirk on his face as he placed his quill down, along with his glasses, beaten at his own game of tricks.
Well I did it thanks to you all~ So as a thank you prompts are opening!
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Send me a letter, number and fandom suitor from the list. Please do state if you want your prompt NSFW content.
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The Prompts:
Send me One letter, and One number with One fandom suitor (E.g. Bob Z6) from the list below. [Fandoms stated at the bottom of the page]. Please do state as well if you want your prompt content with NSFW or SFW, if not I will just presume based off the prompt given. These prompts are from the following posts hereandhere.
A. VANILLA
Heavy kissing/heavy makeout
Dry humping/clothed sex
First time
Oral sex
Sex
Doggy style
Rimming
With toys
B. ROMANTIC
Overly romantic gesture that turns other partner on way too much
First “I love you”
Tantric sex
Patient foreplay/sex
Spooning position
C. HARDCORE
Pegging/strapons
Spanking (heavy)
Face-fucking
Orgasm denial
Begging
D. SITUATIONAL
Knowing someone else can hear
At a movie theater
In a car
In a shower
At a partner’s parents’ house
In a bath tub
Specific Holiday (please state)
E. Angst
Have you ever felt suffocated? ”
“No — No, no, no, no, no — ! Not like this !”
“Let — go !”
“ I can’t seem to outrun this. ”
“ Do you ever just wanna… give in?”
“Close your eyes — I don’t want you to see me like this.”
F. Lines
“Really? You wanna have sex….here? Now?”
“bite your lip once more, i dare you”
“Try to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?”
“Show me how you like to be touched.”
“I want to fulfill that fantasy you’ve always wanted.”
“I can’t wait until we’re alone. There are so many things I want to do to you right now.”
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You both spend the day on edge when Arthur acts out of sorts, until you finally confront him about what has been on his mind.
Requestedby@rat-lol: “(Giving you something other than a kink or smut ask.) Can I request a story where it’s kind of like the story event of “With This Ring” except Y/N saw straight through Arthur’s lies. While she’s sitting on his lap, she pulls him into a hug, running her fingers through his hair, gently coaxing him to tell her what’s been bothering him. Eventually he tells her that he doesn’t think he’s good husband material and that he thought that if he changed then he would be bettee husband material. [2] (sorry for the long ask.) She the kisses his brow and tells him that he doesn’t have to change anything for her and that he is perfect just the way he his. From the top of his head to the tips of his toes, he is perfect in everyway. She also tells him that whoever told him that he’s not good husband material can fuk right off. Tell me what you think”
A/N: So this took a long time :D I am SO sorry it is only now being posted T-T.
“Still?” a sigh escaped you as you stared at the Comte.
“Unfortunately, yes, I have tried to turn him down but he insists on meeting you, he is very keen to do so and he says that our relationship would be solidified if you accepted his hand in marriage.”
“M-marriage? Why did he take this a step further?”
“I would not be able to tell you what his change of heart would have been, but in this instance, my word alone will not be able to convince him. He would have to hear it directly from you.”
A creaking floorboard outside Comte’s room tore your attention away from the conversation momentarily.
“Apologies, ma chérie, but I will need to conclude this now, I have business to attend to with Leonardo.” he smiled sweetly.
“Of course, thank you for your time, I will meet him tomorrow.” you nodded politely before placing your empty tea cup on the tray and walking towards the door. Back to the chores.
****
A shiver ran up your spine, breaking your train of thought, how am I ever going to do this?
“It’s a bit cold isn’t it?” You questioned, shaking your head in an attempt to get rid of this morning’s discussion from your brain, as you snuggled into Arthur’s side, walking on the hard paved road.
“It is, sorry sweetheart, this is the last errand of the day and we can go straight home.” He gave you a tight smile as he kept you by his side in an attempt to keep you warm.
For someone that was very good at observing and inspecting, he was doing a very poor job at concealing his own feelings. He had seemed on edge the whole day, somewhat distant – distant for Arthur anyway. It wasn’t something common for him to conceal important thoughts like this from you for this long, but you picked up on it instantly. It also made your mind race, what on earth could he be thinking about that might have made him so uneasy?
Despite making you overthink about every single problem that he might have with you, you wanted to respect his boundaries, trusting he will tell you when he is ready.
Trying to ignore the nagging feeling that was eating at your thoughts that were at the back of your mind, you followed him inside the shop, breathing out as the warmth comforted your cold limbs.
“Stay right here,” he instructed, going to the back of the shop. Furrowing your eyebrows, you looked around. A florist? Why on earth was he buying flowers for? And for whom? Surely it couldn’t be for another girl, you guys are exclusive, but why would he take you here, it would spoil the surprise, no? He hasn’t been seeing anyone, or has he? Is that what he wanted to talk to you about? Everything seemed fine this morning.
“Over here darling.” he came out, with a grin.. and a bouquet of flowers, “this is for you,” he pecked your temple, handing the beautiful selection into your arms.
“Why did you buy me flowers?” on any other day, you would have melted at his sweet action, but it almost feels like he is forcing an even more affectionate side of him that felt really out of place. The pit that you had tried to get rid of had reformed at a rapid rate in your stomach. Something was definitely coming, and you hated not having visibility on it.
“Thank you,” you smiled back, trying to hide the growing uneasiness. Lacing your arms together, he escorted you back to the residence.
****
A shaky sigh escaped you as you filled up the vase with water. Tonight, you had made the decision that you absolutely had to confront him about what was so off about him. Otherwise, you would not be able to have a smidge of sleep.
For some reason, the residence was very empty at the moment, only the occasional soul roaming about in the corridors for something to eat. The lack of interaction with other residents did not help your turbulent mind. You hoped that everything would have been sorted out tonight, although it was a naive thought to have. It could be out of your control entirely.
Opening the wrapping paper once the stems had set into the vase, fingertips delicately pulling it out and patting the bottom-side of the petals to make sure they stay in a nicely arranged manner.
Alright, let’s do this.
After a small breath, you put your head up, vase in hand, and walked up the stairs.
Knocking on the door when you arrived at his room, and only opening it once you heard his audible acknowledgement. You put on a brave face, dreading the worst.
“Hey sweetheart,” he smiled, putting his glasses down, deciding that he had finished reviewing his work, and turning towards you.
After returning the gesture, you glanced at the bed.
“Can we cuddle?” his eyebrows raised in surprise, but he quickly complied. Sliding onto the bed, you propped yourself up slightly against the pillows.
Following suit, he laid beside you, expecting you to put your head into his chest like you usually did, but this time, you guided his head to your shoulder, cuddling him against your chest.
Clearly surprised by this, he looked up at you, his cheek right against yours.
“What is this about, my love?” his arms wrapped around your waist, cheek against your collarbone.
“About you, what is wrong? You have been on edge all day.” your hands play with his hair in a soothing manner, and he found himself sighing in content.
“Nothing, just a little tired.”
“I’ve seen you tired and this ain’t it.” you purse your lips, not accepting his statement as an excuse.
“I don’t feel like I’m good enough for you.” he mumbled, hoping you didn’t pick that up.
“Why do you even think that?” you picked it up alright. You were offended by it and it showed.
“Well, I’m not exactly marriage material am I?” then it clicked. Of course he heard about the conversation you had with Le Comte, how did you not piece those two things together?
“Oh, baby,” you cooed, cupping his cheeks and kissing his forehead. He flushed in embarrassment, “why are you so stupid?” a chuckle escaped you, and this time he turned around and sunk in your chest, away from your eyes.
“Do you really think I care to marry?”
He turned around in confusion, having prepared for many different versions of scolding but not this one.
“What?” a mere whisper escaped him. After sighing, you kissed his forehead again, holding him closer and muttering,
“I don’t care for marriage. Now or in the future. As long as I’m with you, and whether you want to get married at all, I will happily wait, because I’ll still be spending the rest of my life with you regardless, and that’s more than any proposal could ever do.” Arthur locked eyes with you with a hopeful look. He probably did not realise how desperate he appeared.
“Are you serious?”
“I’m shocked you even question it,” you answered after a short scoff. Timidly, he hugged you tighter, burying his face in your neck, feeling the relief wash over him, “you’re a silly man Arthur.” a smile slowly etched itself on your face.
“I’m not!” he shot up, propping himself up on his arms and hovering over you whilst holding your gaze. His slight pout accompanied with his offended face made him look even more adorable.
“You really are very silly,” with a finger under his chin, you brought him closer, “silly that you should even be swayed by the proposal of another man.” you gave him a tender kiss, hand travelling into his hair as he kissed back, pushing you back down on the bed to control the kiss.
“I love you sweetheart,” he breathed out, mesmerised, laying his body on top of yours.
“I love you too,” his hand cupped your cheek for another, more passionate kiss.
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