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shookspearewrites · 2 years

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OC Relationship Drabbles (Leonardo x Jane)

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.

And you can find my OC Masterlist here!

- JJ x

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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.”

“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.

“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.”

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.”

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.

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shookspearewrites · 2 years

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OC relationship drabbles (Theo x Freda x Arthur)

Heya my ducklings, can you believe that it’s New Years Eve already? How exciting, I am so looking forward to the New Year and all the good things it will bring ^^ This is some comfort writing of mine- just some little drabbles of my OC Freda’s relationship with her boyfriends Theo and Arthur, I hope you’ll enjoy! Ps the three of them really need a ship name - any ideas?

This is quite a long post (I didn’t mean it to be >2<) So I have put a ‘keep reading cut’ after the first drabble. Please note that drabbles 2 and 4 contain some suggestive mentions but nothing explicit.

Happy new year, everyone. I hope that your 2022 is happy, healthy and full of love 💛

Also if you like this post please let me know and I’ll make more content like this for all of my OCs !

- JJ x

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It was a pleasantly cool evening in Paris sometime in mid September as Freda sat comfortably on Arthur’s lap, sipping from the steaming hot cup of tea in her hands with a gentle smile on her lips. She and her beloved were enjoying some sweet treats and hot drinks before Theo, their hard working boyfriend, came home. The lady sighed softly, gazing out of the window at the slowly setting sun, the sky painted peach and tangerine like it was one of the masterpieces Theodore appraised everyday, “I feel a little guilty eating all these sweets without Theo.” Freda turned her dove grey gaze onto Arthur’s handsome face, relaxing a little when he put his coffee cup down on the table and began to card his hand through her long truffle brown hair, “Do you think he’ll be home soon, Artie?”

“Soon enough I’m sure, poppet,” he replied assuredly, his voice warm and silky and his hands gentle as his right stroked her hair and his left rested on the small of her back. Arthur frowned slightly at the sad little smile his girlfriend wore and pulled her a little closer to him so that their noses could touch, “Your smile is so much prettier when it is happy, Freda, my luv.” The author’s sapphire blue eyes twinkled before he brought their faces together, kissing Freda’s lips sweetly once quickly and then once again for good measure, “Mhm. You know I don’t care for tea but, I rather like it on your lips.”

“Oh you,” she giggled coyly before leaning forwards again to kiss the smirk off of Arthur’s lips. One little peck progressed into a slow, passionate session, the couple clinging to each other’s shoulders as they made out.

“Save some of those kisses for me, hondje” Theo’s deep, rich voice filled the parlour, making Freda jump a little in Arthur’s lap. The art dealer’s suit jacket was slung over his left shoulder and his big right hand grasped his briefcase as his smiled softly at his partners.

“Theo!” Freda leapt out of Arthur’s lap and rushed to Theo’s side, flinging her arms around his torso and pressing her cheek to his chest closely when he put down his belongings and wrapped his strong arms around his girlfriend. The young lady stood up on her tiptoes to place a gentle kiss against Theo’s clean shaven jaw - since she was too short to reach his lips - which made the man smirk down at her playfully, “Did you have a good day at work?”

“ Ja,” he replied shortly, moving his hands to grasp her waist carefully and leaning down to kiss her lips a few times, “Has my pup been a good girl today?”

Freda stood in the kitchen with a beaming smile on her lips as she prepared dinner. After sliding a deep tray full of what were set to be delicious, crispy roast potatoes into the oven, she stepped back and admired her hard work for a moment before wandering across the room to continue the rest of her work. Just as she was trimming some excess pastry from a homemade cherry pie, Freda felt a pair of strong arms around her waist and someone’s chin come to rest on her shoulder, “Hey.” It was Theo, whose body was warm against his girlfriend's back as she continued to work.

“Hey, Theo,” she replied softly, smiling as her delicate hands continued to cut the pastry into a beautiful lattice to top the pie. One of the vampire’s arms unwrapped from her middle to reach for the pie and he stuck his index finger into the sticky red mixture that filled it, eliciting a small shout from Freda, “Oi! It’s not even cooked yet!” The little lady turned around to face her lover who stuck his jam covered finger into his mouth, smirking as he did. The heated annoyance left the maid’s cheeks and instead her heart filled with need for his approval. Rather shyly she asked, “How does it taste?”

The handsome art dealer removed his finger from his mouth and wiped it on the tea towel that was slung over his lady’s shoulder, humming in thought before he answered, “ ‘s good. Could use a little more lemon juice.” Theo grabbed the little glass jar of lemon juice off of the counter and handed it to Freda, watching as she added a few teaspoons full of the sour liquid to the pie filling and mixed it in. Once she had completed the task, Theo poked his finger into the sweet mixture and sampled it, nodding in approval, “Perfect. Good job, snoepje.”

Freda smirked, trailing her hands up Theo’s torso until she held onto his broad shoulders, “I’m surprised you’re not teasing me,” she grinned as her boyfriend pulled her close to him and began to gently sway them to quietly playing music from the radio, “It’s a nice change.”

Theo chuckled warmly as he held Freda against him, “Mijn liefje made me a delicious kersentaart, of course I won’t tease you for that.” Capable, calloused hands wandered down her back until they reached her behind and squeezed firmly making Freda squeak in surprise, blushing brightly when Theo continued, “I’ll tease you for that, though.” The Dutch man leant down to whisper in his beloved’s ear, his voice both seductive and teasing, "Be a good girl and make those cute noises for me again when I take you to bed tonight.”

Arthur was sat in the garden enjoying the setting summer sun and a glass of brandy after dinner as he relaxed, having decided to take a break from writing for the evening. The author had nearly drained his glass when he saw his darling Freda at the other end of the garden, running between the shed and the vegetable patches looking rather frantic - Safe to say, his interest was peaked. He put down his alcohol and walked rather briskly over to his girlfriend, stopping a few feet short of her path so he could observe her without disrupting her if she didn’t want his help. And he was mesmerised by what he saw: Freda had tied her pretty brown hair up into a messy bun and her kind smile was absolutely radiant as she sat on the grass with a small black and white spotted rabbit with big floppy ears in her lap. She was treating a wound on one of it’s paws, gently dabbing the cut with antiseptic, concern flooding her face when the little bunny flinched, “Oh I’m sorry. I promise it won't hurt for much longer.” Arthur felt his heart flutter as he watched Freda and he felt compelled to wander over to her, sitting down by her side.

“I didn’t know that you liked bunnies, hen,” he mused quietly, reaching out to stroke the little rabbit’s head.

“I grew up with pet rabbits, I’ve got a bit of a soft spot for them,” she replied still smiling but now it was directed at Arthur her grey eyes twinkling as they met his cobalt blue pair. Freda pointed to the first aid kit on the grass next to where her boyfriend sat alerting his attention to it as it was just out of her reach, “Pass me a gauze bandage please.”

The former doctor reached into the bag and produced a roll of white wound dressing, handing it to his girlfriend, “Here you go, doctor.” Arthur leant back on his hands, watching intently as Freda wrapped the rabbit’s wounded foot and tied the bandage securely before plopping the little thing onto the grass and watching it hop away wonkily, “You are so lovely, darling.” The vampire grinned when Freda scooted a little closer to him and leant her head against his shoulder, “I’m sure the little thing will heal up in no time thanks to you.”

“I hope so,” she mumbled, snuggling up to her boyfriend’s side and sighing softly before breaking out into a thoughtful smile, “I wonder if he has a lady rabbit waiting at home for him? Like how we wait for Theo to come home after work.”

Arthur tittered light heartedly as he pulled Freda’s silky hair from it’s messy updo and stroked it affectionately, “What a delightful thought.”

(The song that Freda sings can be found here!)

Theo groaned in frustration, inching away from his mildly pestering boyfriend and submerging himself deeper into the hot waters of le thermae, “I know you love me but would you please stop trying to tickle me in the bath?”

“Oh lighten up, Theo!” Arthur pouted a little at his male lover before breaking out into a cheeky smirk, “You know that dear old Comte has designated these two hours of bath time to us three alone. No one will know if we-”

“Shut up,” the slightly older man scowled, embarrassment flooding his cheeks with heat at the thought of getting frisky in the bath with his boyfriend and he turned his back to Arthur so he wouldn’t see his obvious blush, “I don’t know how our schatje puts up with you being so damn horny all the time.”

“I can assure you she quite enjoys my libido,” the Brit retorted, his grin melting into a gentler, kinder smile as he made his way over to Theo and reached for his tense shoulders, massaging his sore muscles carefully, “You’re safe Theo. You know I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” Theo relaxed a little into Arthur’s touch, knowing full well that his boyfriend would never cause him any harm, and he turned to face the other man, “You alright, luv?”

“Yeah,” the brown haired vampire nodded, reaching forward to cup Arthur’s cheeks and kissing his lips quickly, “Dank je.” After a few minutes of sitting calmly in the bath, the pair heard the shower begin to run, the pitter pattering of the water falling against the tiled floor - Freda must’ve arrived just before the pair of them and they’d just missed each other - and with the water, there came a voice.

Freda had begun to sing to herself in the shower, her soprano sound sweet and melodic, “We were both young when I first saw you, I close my eyes and the flashback starts - I’m standing there, on a balcony in summer air.” Theo and Arthur looked at each other, both slightly stunned at what they were hearing,

“I knew that our Freda was a pretty bird,” Arthur spoke thoughtfully, gazing in the direction of the shower room that lay further into the large bathing room, “But I had no idea she was a songbird.”

Theo chuckled warmly in response, his attention also turned towards where their girlfriend’s voice came from, “Me either. I think I’ll have to punish her for keeping her pretty voice a secret.”

“No no, Theo! You need to praise her,” Arthur slung his arm around the other vampire’s shoulders and grinned at him, “The noises she makes when you praise her and tell her all the sweetest things are simply adorable.” The vampires both sat there in comfortable silence a little while longer, just listening carefully to Freda’s lovely song.

“He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said: Marry me Juliet you never have to be alone. I love you and that’s all I really know! I talked to your dad go pick out a white dress,” the shower had stopped running and the young woman’s voice grew closer, her song continuing until she reached the baths and saw her boyfriends. Freda blushed brightly and clutched her towel to her chest, a little embarrassed when Arthur began to applaud and Theo nodded in approval, “I- I didn’t know you two were in here.” The lady tucked a strand of her wet hair behind her ear and avoided her lovers’ adoring gazes, quickly walking towards the door to leave, “I’ll see you at dinner!”

“Wacht,” Theo commanded and Freda froze to the spot, looking back at her Dutch boyfriend who beckoned to her with 2 fingers, “Come and bathe with us, zangvogel.” Freda nodded, smiling softly as she hung up her towel on the door hook before sauntering towards the water and joining the vampires in the bath.

Freda tossed and turned in bed, groaning in pain as her headache thundered and her face flushed hot with fever. It’s not like she wasn’t expecting to get sick - with how long she was out in the rain without her coat - but that didn’t make the situation any better. The sun beat down on her through the window mockingly, making the lady squint and groan again, “Damn sun.” Feeling woozy, Freda slipped herself out of bed and wandered towards the window, pulling the curtains shut before trudging back across the room, noticing a small letter on the bedside table. Even in her sickly state, she recognised the handwriting as Sebastian’s:

‘Take the day off to rest. I’ve sent for Sir Arthur and Master Theodorus, you’ll be in capable hands with them. Get well soon. Sebastian.’

“That’s sweet of him,” the disheveled woman smiled weakly before she placed the letter back down and clambered back into bed, having to stop a few times as an aggressive coughing spell came over her. Once Freda had snuggled up under the covers, she drifted back off to sleep.

There was a gentle knock at the door to Freda’s bedroom and the hinges slightly squeaked when it opened, a pair of worrisome boyfriends walking in cautiously. Arthur held his rarely used doctor’s bag while Theodorus was carrying a little tray of tea, soup and medicine which he placed on the bedside table. The younger man sat down on the bed by Freda’s side, placing one of his cool hands against her burning forehead which made the lady sigh softly in her sleep while Theo stood over her, concern written over his stern face, “Oh dear, poppet you really are poorly, aren’t you?” Arthur cooed softly, smiling sadly at his sleeping girlfriend before reaching into his bag and producing a thermometer before looking up at Theo guiltily, “I’ll have to wake her up to take her temperature.”

“I’ll do it,” the Dutchman spoke surely, moving from his stiff standing position to lay next to Freda on top of the duvet where he pulled her against his body, resting his chin atop her head, “She’ll probably be upset that she’s ill. If she wakes up just for you to take her temperature she’ll feel like she’s in hospital.” Theo’s left hand stroked his girlfriend’s sore back comfortingly, slowly rousing her from her nap, “I’m no doctor like you but I know my hondje and my hondje likes to cuddle.”

“Ugh,” Freda grumbled as she woke up, nuzzling her face against Theo’s toned chest, the woody smell of his cologne comforting her through her rotten mood. “Theo? Theo,” the young lady’s eyes were filled with tears as she pulled back and saw the taller of her two boyfriends in her blurred vision, she sniffled, the tears beginning to spill, “Th-theo I-I’m sorry I got sick and n-now you-”

“Shush, snoepje,” the art dealer frowned at the maid and helped her to sit up against his chest, stroking her back carefully, “Het is oke, het is oke.”

Arthur smiled guiltily at Freda as he showed her the thermometer, “All my fault, birdie, I’m sorry. But,” the author’s smile brightened a little when his girlfriend reached for his hand, grasping it as firmly as she could manage, “I promise we’ll take the best care of you. Will you let me take your temperature? Then you can have some soup.”

“And cuddles?” Freda’s grey eyes were blown wide, pleading like she were a little puppy which made both Arthur and Theo’s hearts warm with affection.

Arthur chuckled, nodding as Theodorus held Freda just a little tighter, “My dear, you shall have all the cuddles that you could ever ask for.”

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shookspearewrites · 3 years

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Freda (Ikevamp OC)

Hello my ducklings! I hope you’re all doing super duper today ^^ I’d like to introduce y’all to one of my Ikemen Vampire OC’s, Freda! I really hope you’ll like her as much as I do~

- JJ x

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Name: Freda

Age: Early 20s

Original time: 2020s

Schooling: University education in Music and Theatre Arts

Occupation: Maid

Spoken Languages: English, Danish, German with some Dutch and French

Pronouns: She / Her

Sexuality: Bisexual

Height: 5’3” (Five feet and three inches)

Dresses time appropriately in the mansion: Sometimes- She much prefers to wear her clothes from the future though. She also wears makeup and her hair down in the mansion - An absolute Victorian no-no for a respectable lady.

Suitor they’d be interested in: Arthur Conan Doyle / Theodorus van Gogh

Positive Traits

Creative

Kind

Friendly

Romantic

Humble

Neutral Traits

Shy

Bouncy

Forgetful

Touchy

Vocal

Negative Traits

Impatient

Self-critical

Indecisive

Overly sensitive

Worrisome

Likes

Poetry

Afternoon tea

Animals

Cleanliness

Making things

Singing & dancing

Dislikes

Loud environments

Mess

Weirdly textured foods

Being scolded

Low-brow humour

Hot weather

Fears / Phobias

Conflict

Abandonment

Deep, dark water

Flying insects

Appearance

Freda has wavy, dark brown hair which reaches just beneath he shoulder blades. This combined with her pale skin, grey-blue eyes and oval shaped face make her a charmingly beautiful woman, though, she perceives herself as average looking.

She is short - at only 5′3″ tall, Freda is easily the shortest resident in le Comte’s mansion. Despite her small stature, she has long legs from dance training and perfect posture. She’s full chested with slightly broader than average shoulders and wide hips.

Fun Facts

Her life’s goal is to be a polyglot - To speak many languages. She probably asks nicely or coerces some of the suitors (Leonardo, Napoleon, Vincent & Theo) to teach her their native languages.

Freda needs glasses or contact lenses to see because he eyesight is awful. Comte often goes to the future to pick up her some prescription lenses because she is very dear to him.

She’s a soprano with a talent for singing. She, Mozart, Leonardo and le Comte would create some beautiful music together. Would harmonise beautifully with Leonardo given that he’s a bass. Freda can play the piano decently well - she’ll probably have Mozart give her some lessons.

Freda is a huge Disney fan and often sings Disney songs in lots of different languages, taking advantage of the great acoustics (le thermae, la salle, the ballroom, etc.)

She is a big fan of writing poetry and gives her pieces to Dazai, Arthur and Theo to read. Freda gets easily embarrassed so, if any of them were to outright compliment her writing, she’d begin to blush and stammer.

Freda is a talented seamstress and often makes her own dresses as well as fixing the suitors’ clothes when they get damaged. She makes everyone matching gloves and scarves for the winter.

She is very athletic and excels in figure skating and dance, mostly ballet and tap. At any given opportunity, Freda will convince Theo and Arthur to skate with her and even though he’s really scared of falling, Theo puts on a brave face just for her.

100% a dog person. Freda likes cats but, she’ll fall in love with almost any dog she sees and so desperately wants one as a pet - perhaps a chocolate Labrador. She immediately takes a shine to Vic and King and can often be found playing with them in the gardens or taking them on long walks in the cool autumn air.

Freda is a history nerd and will absolutely grill all of the suitors about their original time periods and ask them all about when they came from - Especially Shakespeare, Leonardo and Isaac.

She dreams of becoming a teacher one day and would love to help Isaac and Napoleon at their little school of they’d allow her to.

Relationship Headcanons

With Arthur Conan Doyle:

Freda is often awake before Arthur so, the first thing she does in the mornings is kiss his cheek and bring him a fresh cup of coffee to wake up to. When they see each other at breakfast, the pair can’t help themselves but call each other sweet pet names like ‘Crumpet’, ‘Poppet’, ‘Sweetie-darling’ - a fact that makes Theo cringe and hide behind his newspaper.

She is so eager to help him with his work that she is often found rushing around the library trying to find reference books that he mentioned fleetingly - Arthur will need to physically stop her at times, insisting that the books are not more important than her health.

Arthur constantly has Freda on his arm, escorting her whenever possible. Its not that he’s clingy - he’s just very protective of her as she has this ‘darling little habit’, as he puts it, of getting excited by trinkets at the market or flowers planted around the city and running off to admire them.

Freda and Arthur often accidently get their glasses mixed up in the mornings and end up wearing each others’ until they work out the reason that neither of them can see quite right is because they have the wrong glasses on.

Arthur is a tease, a naughty tease at that and enjoys flustering Freda whilst she’s working around the mansion. Most of the time, she just blushes and has to leave the room before the situation escalates though, sometimes Freda is able to get Arthur back and retort to his teasing confidently, leaving him blushing and hot under the collar as she leaves the room giggling.

If Arthur insists on working late when Freda is grumpy or tired, she’ll snuggle up in his bed with Vic, waiting for him to crack and come to bed to cuddle - it normally doesn’t take too long.

Freda is an avid gardener and Arthur is always eager to help her out even if he doesn’t really know what he’s doing. He’s so immensely proud and happy when he plants his first flower with Freda - a beautiful poppy which flourishes into a bright bush of flowers.

With Theodorus van Gogh:

They both have the love language of physical affection so, their relationship is full of loving hugs, tender kisses and gentle caresses. Freda likes to braid her hair before bed but, she often struggles to reach behind her head to plait her hair. Theo noticed this early on in their relationship and made it a habit to plait her hair for her before they both retire to bed.

Theo certainly wakes up before Freda does, circling his strong arms around her as he blinks the sleep from his eyes and mumbling sweet things into her ear in his thick, gruff Dutch accent made more prominent by sleep. Sometimes, Freda will catch his tender remarks and giggle, pressing soft kisses to his nose and cheeks when Theo blushes at being caught being so openly adoring.

The pair work really well together at Theo’s office - Freda loves to organise and categorise things so, Theo often entrusts her to help with his paperwork and with filing things away.

Freda tries so hard to improve her Dutch for Theo, learning from Vincent and from textbooks behind Theo’s back; Its not that she doesn’t want Theo to know that she’s learning, she’s just very shy and nervous of making mistakes in front of him. If Theodore does find out that Freda studies Dutch for him, he’ll confront her about it and insist that he become her tutor.

Theo knows it is a little silly but, he’s a jealous man deep down; so jealous that he gets jealous of Freda’s teddy bear, Lemon bear. It’s just a cuddly toy but, Theodore’s heart aches a little when he sees Freda cuddling with the bear, peacefully asleep on the sofa where she was no doubt waiting for him to come home. He’ll carefully lift Freda into his arms, careful not to wake her, and carry her to bed where he’ll remove the teddy from her arms and cuddle her instead. This earns him the nicknames ‘Teddy’ and ‘Theo bear’ from Freda which makes him blush like crazy.

One of the couple’s favourite activities to do together is dance - Theo is a hopeless romantic and Freda trained in dance so, it is really the perfect thing to do together. they particularly like to waltz around the ballroom late at night when everyone has gone to bed and the moonlight glimmers on the marble floor like it’s made of fairydust.

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Omg hej anon - mange tak for anmodningen! I’m so excited that you like my OC Freda, I really do love her & I’m excited to introduce y’all to my other OCs sometime soon too ^^

The song that Freda sings is linked here!

- JJ x

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Freda smiled softly, sighing lightly as she finally sat down on her comfy bed after a long day, “Ah, finally I can relax.” The young lady slipped off her black high heels and almost moaned at the feeling of the cool air on her sore feet, “Sikke en dag!” The maid pulled her hair from it’s bun and wandered over to her vanity, gazing at her own face in the mirror before reaching for her hairbrush, repeating herself and suppressing a little yawn, “Sikke en dag.”

“Hm, I think that Freda’s Dutch could use some work,” Vincent thought to himself out loud as he caught her voice from where he was passing by her bedroom door, “Maybe you could teach her some more, Theo?” Vincent smiled sweetly at his brother who happened to be walking down the corridor towards him from the parlor.

“Teach who what, broer? I don’t have the time to be a tutor.” The tall art dealer questioned his blond, angelic older brother as he stopped in front of him, his observant china blue eyes wandering towards Freda’s bedroom door, “Depends what it is ...”

“Well,” Vincent smiled almost guiltily at Theo, his own head turning to gaze at the beloved maid’s door, “I think Freda is practicing her Dutch to be able to talk to us and well,” the artist whispered the last part of his sentence, “Her pronunciation is all off. I can barely understand her.”

Before Theo could respond, Freda began to hum softly, a sound which brought smiles to both of the van Gogh’s faces - her voice was sweet and pretty, much like she was. The lady began to sing a song which neither of them knew, in fact, they were both sure of the fact that it was not from their time, “Dag for dag, inde bag mit vindue. År for år, ingen kiggede ind. Alt den tid, uden at ku’ se det. Jeg har været blind.”

Theodorus frowned slightly despite the warmth which Freda’s voice brought to his heart, “ ‘s not like any Dutch I know. Some of the words are similar, ja, but,” the vampire turned towards his brother who simply shrugged, “I don’t what nonsense she’s speaking. Maybe Comte would know.”

“Know what, Theo my old chap?” A third, annoyingly British voice entered the conversation. Arthur slung his arm around his friend’s broad shoulders but was soon brushed off by the 6ft tall Dutchman, “How you’re finally going to tell the bird that you fancy her?”

“Shut up, klootzak,” the taller man rolled his eyes, crossing his arms as he looked back towards Freda’s door, almost glaring at it as if he were trying to see through the wood which kept her from view, “We can’t work out what language hondje is speaking in.”

Arthur grinned, casually strolling up to the door and pressing his ear against it, making a show of listening for Freda’s beautiful voice, “If it involves me being able to hear our princess’ inner thoughts, I’d be happy to help.” The author scooched closer to the door, pressing against it just gently enough as to not alert Freda to his presence, “I wonder what dirty things go on in that pretty head of her’s?”

“Just listen, Arthur.” Vincent sighed, his heart fluttering when Freda began to sing again.

“Nu’ jeg her, ser de tusind stjerner. Nu’ jeg her, Midt i deres skær. Denne nat, har vist mig at, jeg er hvor jeg skal vær’!”

Arthur drew away from the door, blushing ever so slightly as his heart seemed to beat a little faster than it had before, “Certainly a very pretty song our bird sings,” he pondered for a moment before holding up his hands in defeat, “But I don’t know the language. It’s Germanic, I can tell you that much, possibly Scandinavian or some kind of regional German dialect.” The navy haired vampire took a few steps back to stand with Theo and Vincent, holding his chin in thought, “But, who am I to say? I only know English and French.”

“Og nu ser jeg lyset klart! Nu er tågen helt forsvundet. Og nu ser jeg lyset klart, det gør himlen ny for mig.” Freda continued to sing, her voice carrying throughout the mansion until a small crowd of Theo, Arthur, Vincent, Mozart, Jean and Isaac had gathered outside of her door, all six of the men as puzzled as the last. The group had stood at the door speculating for what could’ve been an hour, drawing the attention of le Comte,

“I thought I had taught my residents better than to eavesdrop on my little jewel,” the head of the household spoke sternly to the six lesser vampires loitering outside of Freda’s door, frowning as he approached them, “What seems to be the trouble, gentlemen?”

It was Jean who spoke, the man who was possibly the most distressed about the situation out of all of them, “What is the mysterious tongue the mademoiselle speaks?”

“Freda?” le Comte questioned aloud which drew the woman out from her room, her chocolate brown hair flowing down her back and her dove grey eyes clear and beautiful like precious stones, “Oh, my apologies, ma chère, I didn’t mean to call for you.” His golden gaze was warm and kind as he admired her, “I saw that some of my precious children had gathered by your door and was wondering what they were doing here at such an hour.”

“O-oh,” Freda blushed softly when she noticed that she was being watched carefully by seven sets of curious eyes, “I’m sorry to bother you all with my singing, I was just thinking that I miss speaking Danish with other people.” The young lady’s embarrassed expression morphed into pure confusion as Vincent and the others who had gathered with him sighed in a mixture of relief and realization, “I’ll shut up now.”

“Please never do!” Vincent replied quite suddenly, bringing his hand up to his lips when he’d realized that he had blurted such a thought out, “What I mean is that your singing is very pretty, Freda.”

“Vincent, you’re too kind,” Freda giggled softly, tucking a strand of her long hair behind her ear, “Dank je.” The lady turned nervously to Theo for approval, whispering to him, “That was correct, right?”

Theodorus nodded with a small smile, reaching out to ruffle Freda’s freshly brushed hair which made her squeak adorably, “Not bad, hondje. Maybe you could teach me Danish sometime. Ya know, to repay me for your Dutch lessons.”

Freda nodded excitedly, bouncing up and down on the spot a little at the notion before she looked at le Comte, once again seeking approval. The pureblooded vampire smiled kindly at the maid, reaching his own hand out to gently caress her cheek, “I’d like it if you taught everyone Danish actually, my jewel.” He smirked in the direction of the other vampires before he spoke again to Freda, “Ved bare, at jeg vil være jaloux over, at jeg ikke længere vil være den eneste, der er i stand til at forstå din intime tunge.”

The woman blushed deeply and nodded at le Comte, their eyes meeting and burning at the held gaze, “Jeg forstå, Comte.”

Arthur rolled his eyes and huffed, crossing his arms, “Of course he speaks Danish.”

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1. Who are they closest to? How did they meet and what do they like to do together?

7. What are 3 foods they can’t live without?

8. What will always make them smile? What will always make them cry?

For Freda?

Thank you so much for asking, friend! I love talking about my OCs ^^

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1: Her closest friend is probably le Comte - He was the one who brought her to the mansion and, he's the father figure: She is always seeking his approval. I also just think that the two of them are kindred spirits: They both enjoy tea, history and fancy clothes (and china dolls since I hc that Comte has a little collection of them). They met at the theatre in Freda's original time - They happened to be sat next to each other and struck up a conversation during the interval - and at the end of the show, she agreed to go back with him after popping home to grab a few of her belongings like her glasses and her diary. The pair of them like to read together and share new teas that they find while they talk about history. And Comte insists on taking Freda dress shopping and spoiling her rotten with new clothes and trinkets.

Romantically speaking, it is Theo and Arthur, they are her boyfriends after all. Freda started a relationship with Arthur after a few months at the mansion and then eventually - after some drunk confessions and making out - Theo joined their relationship, too. Freda is quite happy having the pair of them share her, even though the boys do squabble over who's turn it is for date night sometimes. But don't be mistaken; the three of them would give each other the world if they could. Arthur enjoys taking Freda on exciting, high energy dates that he knows that she'll love, ice skating being their favourite together (Freda has been teaching both of her boyfriends to skate with varying levels of success). Whereas Theo prefers slower paced date with Freda: Museums, art galleries, trips to see the ballet - all things that he is sure that his snoepje will enjoy from observing her carefully and noting her interests over time. Sometimes, Freda will get a little jealous when Theo and Arthur are spending a romantic night together - something which the boys think is obvious when they see her the next morning - and thus, they'll invite her to join them more often. After this, they begin trying new things out as a three, rather than in their seperate little couplings, and it works out wonderfully for them. The three of them are so so in love.

7: Freda does have some issues with food (most things with weird textures) but these are the three foods she could never give up even if she tried:

Potatoes - Yes, it is a simple food but, you can do so many things with them. Being a decently skilled cook, Freda makes all sorts of tasty potato dishes: Dauphinoise potatoes, mashed potatoes, sweet potato pie - she just loves potatoes.

Princess cake (Prinsesstårta) - She doesn't eat it often but, the thought of living in a world without princess cake leaves Freda distraught. She has quite the sweet tooth and enjoys Prinsesstårta on special occasions like her birthday .

Christmas dinner - Okay it might not be one specific food but, Christmas dinner is Freda's favourite meal of the entire year. It is certainly the meal that she looks forward to the most: Roasted parsnips, her beloved potatoes, cranberry sauce, turkey - She enjoys it so much. She probably has such a soft spot for it because Christmas dinner is always shared with loved ones, lots of smiles and warm feelings.

8: Freda will always smile when she dances, sings, skates and creates things. It might sound a little silly but, she cannot help the grin on her face when she dances around the mansion - so much so that le Comte offers to pull some strings for her to join the Paris Opera Ballet. It's the same when she sits down at the piano to tinker with the notes, playing until she creates something new and beautiful.

Being scolded - or rather, being given non-constructive criticism - will always make Freda cry. She strives to be perfect and is 100% a people pleaser so, when someone criticises her without rhyme or reason, and also does not advise her on how to improve or fix her mistakes, leaves her feeling so helpless and vulnerable and ultimately just makes her break down in tears. Theo learnt this the hard way and earned a harsh talking-to from le Comte.

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15. Are they the type to adopt strays (animals or people?) What or who have they “adopted” over the years?16. How do they like their baths/showers? Hot/cold, long/short? 24. Where did their name come from? Does it have meaning? Ik know its a lot but could you answer these for Dagmar and Freda and Jane please!

Oh my goodness I love answering these, thank you so much! Ask me something about my 5 OCs from this post!

Dagmar

15: Dagmar is almost like this silent, stoic guardian of the mansion. She looks after all of the residents but, she takes a special shine to Jean, feeling the overwhelming urge to make him feel loved - albeit in her own awkward little way. I think it's fair to say that she adopts him, sort of, in that she feels very motherly towards him even if he grumbles about her doting. As for animals, as a younger woman, Dagmar took in an abandoned Alaskan Malamute who she named Magnus and somehow turned him so he'd stay her loyal pet forever - no one is sure how she did this, even Comte didn't think it possible to turn animals. As such, Vic and King both adore Dagmar as she is a dog person who'll dote on any pup she sees.

16: She prefers cold baths and she could sit in the relaxing for hours. And by cold, I mean proper cold: Natural mountain waters that stream into a little pond out in the forest, even in the winter months just before it gets so cold that the water freezes over. That is not to say that Dagmar dislikes warmer waters - she is Scandinavian after all so she loves saunas so hot that most people would find them unbearable - she just prefers her natural little cold bathing pond.

24: Dagmar loosely means "Day" and "Daughter" which I personally interpret to mean "Daughter of the daylight".

Freda

15: Freda has mum friend vibes and will care for anybody that she can. I think most prominently, she becomes quite attached to Shakespeare - much to Arthur and Theo's frustration - and often visits him to make sure he's taking care of himself properly. She also makes it a habit to care for the wild rabbits in the gardens, even taking them in and nursing their injuries when they are sick or hurt. Freda doesn't make it a habit - since both of her boyfriends have dogs and because wild rabbits belong in the wild - but she does take a few of the bunnies in as pets, building a little hutch and special enclosure for them in the garden. She likes to give them silly little food themed names like Pumpkin (her ginger and white rabbit), Porridge (a shy little cream coloured rabbit) and Profiterole (a light brown bunny with a big chocolate brown patch on top of his head) . Freda and her bunnies have big cottagecore vibes and Arthur finds it particularly adorable just to watch her tend to the little rabbits.

16: Long, thoughtful, hot showers where she can just think and exist in peace, feeling soothed by the running water on her skin. She also enjoys lounging in le thermae but, she can't bathe there too long or the heat becomes a little too much and she feels, in her words, "like a steamed carrot".

24: Freda means "peace" which I do think suits her rather well since she is kind to all and avoids conflict where possible. I mostly picked it because Freda is partially based on me and I wanted her to have a name similar to my irl name ^^

Jane

15: Jane is cautious around new people and animals but, that is not to say that she is unfriendly. She herself was abandoned by her counsel and empathises with those in need, particularly animals. Leonardo is not so helpful in this situation because, he also has a history of taking in strays. As such, Jane has brought home a Great Dane who she named Edward, a little white persian kitten she called Lady Katherine and a ginger and white Norwegian forest cat she calls Piero. Both of the cats get on well with Lumiere and they take a shine to Leonardo right away - Lady Katherine particularly likes to clamber up onto his shoulders and hide inside his coat.

16: Oh she loves a hot bath and would spend hours in le thermae if she could. Jane and Leonardo both love to relax in the baths together into the later hours of the night, watching the twinkling stars through the glass-domed roof.

24: Jane means "God is Gracious" which I think is rather fitting as she died as a protestant martyr - Like Jean but Jane wasn't a catholic and was actually put to death for (in part) defying Catholicism.

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