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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 4 months

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Francis Drake Main Story

This is simply a fan translation and is not intended as a replacement for the game. Expect grammatical errors.

This is just a rough translation.

One year later.

Mitsuki: "Well then, I'm off to go shopping."

Sebastian: "Okay. Take care."

Dazai: "Be careful not to trip."

Mitsuki: "Hehe, I'm not a child, you know? But thank you."

Mitsuki returned the residents' smiles and left the dining hall.

Isaac, who was eating, watched her leave with a thoughtful gaze.

Dazai: "What's wrong, Isaac? You seem concerned about Toshiko-san."

Isaac: "It's nothing. I just hope she's okay."

Isaac: "The other day, I saw her gazing at the boat on the Seine River, so I got a little worried."

Dazai & Sebastian: ".........."

The three of them thought about the person she must have been thinking about, a man who lived in the mansion for a while a year ago.

Sebastian: "It looks like she still can't forget about him."

Dazai: "Yeah. They say time heals sadness, but no one can ever truly replace someone."

Mitsuki: "Alright, I didn't forget to buy anything."

I checked the contents of the shopping bag and nodded to myself.

(I finished shopping pretty quickly, and there's not much work at the mansion today, so maybe...)

(........)

Before I could even think about it, my feet naturally moved toward a certain place.

Over the past year, I found myself visiting the places that held memories of Drake whenever I had the time.

One was the Seine River, and the other was a room with a domed ceiling and bookshelves. I removed the padlock that hung on the entrance of the building and stepped inside.

(Of course, no one's here.)

The only things present in the room were the light coming in through the window and silence.

This place was apparently his hiding place.

And at the back of the room, that door was still there.

(It still won't open, huh?)

I lightly put my hand on it and pulled, but the door remained motionless.

Over the past year, the door has never been opened. Despite that, Comte decided to manage this place to ensure that the door wouldn't be forced open or misused by someone.

I was given a special key to the building and occasionally came to check on it.

(I'm visiting this place out of nostalgia, but deep down, I'm still hoping he will come back.)

(I can't completely get rid of that faint hope.)

Even after a year, I still love him.

No matter how much I distract myself with other things, he always remains in my heart.

(There's no one else I've loved deeply or who has stirred my heart like he did.)

Whenever I recalled the days we spent together and the events that occurred between us, my feelings for him intensified, never fading.

(Even if I don't say it, everyone in the mansion seems to care.)

(I know it'd be better if I forgot about him, but...)

(I still want to hold on to these precious feelings he gave me.)

Even if someday they sink deep into the sea of my heart and become painful memories, for now, I want to embrace this love.

As if to confirm the presence of those feelings, I pressed the center of my chest tightly. Then, as I turned on my heel, a creaking sound came from behind me.

(Huh...?)

Turning around, I saw the untouched door slowly opening before my eyes.

Mitsuki: "Kyaah!?"

Then, with the sound of wings flapping, something flew out from the gap in the open door.

I followed the afterimage and saw a parrot with bright red wings.

Mitsuki: "Draco!?"

The moment I called his name, someone pulled my body backward.

???: "The woman of destiny."

(No way, it can't be.)

Hearing the whisper up close, I anxiously turned around, and my gaze met his clear, aquamarine eyes.

Drake: "Fawn."

Mitsuki: "Drake?"

There was the person I had always longed to meet.

The person I still love dearly.

Mitsuki: "Drake, Drake!"

I called out his name and embraced him with an uncontrollable impulse.

(Why is he here?)

(Ah, but that doesn't matter anymore.)

Overwhelming joy replaced my surprise and doubt.

Drake: "Mitsuki."

He called my name and wrapped his arm around my back.

Drake: "Ah, damn it. Even though I tried to act cool when we said goodbye, I still find myself longing for you."

The hand that was gently touching me gradually increased its strength and held me tightly.

Surrounded by his warmth, the overflowing, unstoppable emotions turned into tears streaming down my cheeks.

Mitsuki: "I missed you, Drake."

Mitsuki: "I thought I'd never see you again. I thought you had gone to some distant world."

Drake: "I also thought I'd never see you again."

Mitsuki: "Still, you came back."

Drake: "Yeah."

Drake: "It looks like I couldn't hide my true feelings."

He muttered with a faint, bitter smile, and I looked up at him, confused. He then narrowed his eyes and gently wiped my wet cheek with his fingertips.

Drake: "Behind the door, Galileo and I made a bet this time."

------------Flashback-----------

Galileo: "Drake, I'll go on alone from here."

As they used the door to travel through eras, Galileo suddenly stopped in front of Drake.

Galileo: "Don't follow me until you can't see me anymore."

Drake: "Ha? What the hell are you talking about?"

Galileo shrugged off Drake's question and glanced at the hallway lined with antiques.

Galileo: "The destination of this hallway responds to our desires."

Galileo: "If your wishes and mine overlap, we will meet again in one of the worlds."

Drake: "........."

Galileo: "However, if meeting that girl, the woman of destiny, has changed your wish, then the destination you will reach will also be different."

Drake: "So you want to bet on whether I'm seeking the same fate as you based on the destination of this hallway?"

Galileo: "Yeah."

Galileo let out a faint sigh. It sounded like he was already anticipating what was to come.

Galileo: "If our paths differ, then there is no need for a companion anymore."

Galileo: "You can do as you please."

---------Flashback Ends--------

Drake: "So I crossed the hallway alone and arrived here."

Drake: "To where you are."

Mitsuki: "........."

Drake: "I lost the bet. Even though I tried to avoid it to establish boundaries, in the end, I couldn't betray my own desires."

(The door led him to what he wanted.)

His eyes, looking straight at me, conveyed that I was the one.

Drake: "Mitsuki."

He took my hand and put it in the center of his chest.

Drake: "I will never betray the feelings you gave me."

Drake: "Even if we never meet again, I thought that believing in you would be enough."

Drake: "But touching you like this won't work anymore."

He tightly gripped my hand, touching his chest.

Drake: "With this hand, I want to claim you. I want you."

Drake: "I love you, Mitsuki."

Mitsuki: "Drake, me too."

My honest words of love were swallowed by his lips as we exchanged a kiss that I had been waiting for for over a year.

A few days later, in the afternoon, in the mansion's garden:

Napoleon: "It feels good to hang the laundry in a weather like this."

Sebastian: "Thank you for your help. Hanging out and doing chores with you is really a dream come true."

Sebastian savored the moment while spreading the freshly washed sheets.

Napoleon: "You're exaggerating. I don't mind this much."

Napoleon: "Mitsuki had the day off today, right? Did she go out?"

Sebastian: "Yes, she went to see that person. She plans to stay overnight."

Napoleon: "I see."

Napoleon smiled gently, thinking about Mitsuki's recent happy demeanor.

Suddenly, Sebastian muttered a few words beside him.

Sebastian: "The mansion was fun when Drake was here, though I don't think he'll come back anymore."

Napoleon: "…......"

The day Drake reappeared in this world, he visited the mansion with Mitsuki.

------------Flashback-----------

Drake: "No matter what, I can't get along with you guys."

Drake: "However, I won't lay a hand on you anymore."

Drake: "There is still a possibility that your existence will have an impact on the world. So I'll be watching your lives as a vampire, hoping for the possibility of your demise."

With that bold declaration, Drake seemed refreshingly resolute.

---------Flashback Ends--------

Napoleon: "No matter what his thoughts may be, we just have to see that Mitsuki never cries again."

With a determined gaze that wouldn't lose to Drake, Napoleon looked up at the sky.

Above his head was a blue sky as deep as the azure sea.

As the crescent moon rises in the night sky, we exchange words in a planetarium-like place with beautiful lights scattered on the ceiling.

Mitsuki: "Coming back and immediately working on the Seine River is so typical of you."

Drake: "You either earn your own food or steal it."

Drake: "So, how was it to be back on Captain Drake's luxurious cruise ship after a long time?"

Mitsuki: "It was fun, but, as always, your tour-guiding skills suck!"

Drake: "Haha, I'll work on it."

He lightly leaned against the armrest of the sofa, where I sat, and laughed openly. When I quietly sighed in relief, he seemed to notice the subtle change in my demeanor and tilted his head.

Drake: "What's up? You seem oddly relieved."

Mitsuki: "Yeah. I'm just happy that you're by my side."

Mitsuki: "Because you're the kind of person who might set sail on a ship and disappear when I'm not looking."

Drake: "........."

Drake was like a ship that crossed the sea without being fazed by the high waves of a storm.

A person who set sail and navigated through the open sea without the need for any landmarks.

Perhaps, after testing whether I would betray him and experiencing a separation once, that impression became even stronger.

(It's probably just me being anxious, but...)

I lowered my gaze, and he pulled my head gently against his chest.

Mitsuki: “Drake?”

Drake: “This time, I need to make you believe in me.”

His voice echoed gently from the spot where my cheek touched, and my heart raced with excitement.

Drake: “Hey, Fawn. I don’t get along with the folks in the mansion, and I don’t care what happens to this world.”

Drake: “I honestly thought about going through the door again to chase after Galileo since I’m the only one who can accompany him on his journey, but...”

He murmured with a hint of loneliness.

Drake: “When I met you again, I realized I couldn’t live a life I didn’t want.”

(Drake...)

Drake: “So, for me and Galileo, I decided to be the gatekeeper here.”

Mitsuki: “Gatekeeper?”

He deepened his grin like a mischievous child.

Drake: “I’ll prevent anyone who tries to use the door he created and interferes with his journey.”

Drake: “Even though we’re far apart, I could at least do this much.”

Drake: “I betrayed Galileo in the very end. Even though he said he didn’t need me anymore, I will betray his intentions for leaving me behind.”

Mitsuki: “Hehe. Is that your way of getting back at him?”

Drake: “Yeah.”

He narrowed his eyes and chuckled.

(I'm not sure what his relationship with Galileo was like, but I'm sure he was also carrying something that resonated with his despair at the world.)

I wonder if I'll ever meet him again.

Suddenly, he tilted his face and peered into my eyes.

Drake: "That's my conclusion. From now on, I'll be by your side."

Drake: "Believe me a little, little fawn."

As he looked at me, seemingly gauging my mood, a ticklish feeling welled inside me.

Mitsuki: "Yeah, I believe you. I trust you."

(He didn't even believe in himself, but now he's telling me this.)

Drake: "Thanks. I have to live up to your trust."

Returning my smile, he patted my head and climbed down from the armrest, placing his hands on the backrest and pinning me from the front.

Drake: "But be prepared, okay? Because I won't let you go anymore."

Drake: "The next time I leave, I'm taking you with me."

(I really can't compete with him.)

Just when I thought he was showing a boyish smile, he suddenly put on a serious expression, confusing me.

Gently and intensely, just like the waves, he has continued to stir my heart since the day we met.

Mitsuki: "Yeah. Take me away."

Mitsuki: "I want you to take me wherever you go."

Mitsuki: "But, you know? I might be the one to steal you away. The outcome of our bet is still uncertain."

Drake: "----!"

Drake: "Haha, you really know how to catch a pirate's heart."

Intentionally teasing me, he laughed playfully and swiftly stole a kiss from my lips.

Mitsuki: "That's so sneaky!"

Drake: "Sneaky? But that isn't enough."

He drew close to me again and pecked me two to three times.

As the kisses gradually deepened, my chest grew warm and pounded faster.

(I don’t want to be separated from him anymore. I’ll follow him wherever he goes, even to the ends of the sea, even if destruction awaits us there.)

If the world were to crumble, I would face it with Francis by my side.

If the future is filled with hope and connection, then he will be mine.

This is our never-ending gamble, a promise that will never be betrayed.

In between our kisses, he suddenly removed his cape.

Suddenly recalling something, I gently pushed his chest back.

Mitsuki: “Wait, there’s something I’ve been wanting to return to you.”

What I took out of my bag was his golden gun. I had brought it back and kept it with me all this time.

Drake: “Ah, that. It’s fine. You can keep it.”

Mitsuki: “Huh? But...”

Drake: “You’re prone to getting involved in danger, so it’s better for you to have a means to protect yourself.”

Drake: “Well, if anything happens to you, I’ll always come to your rescue.”

His reliable smile gave me an absolute sense of reassurance, making my heart skip a beat.

Mitsuki: “You’re right. I believe that you’ll always come to my rescue, no matter what.”

Mitsuki: "But you might be the most dangerous thing for me."

Drake: "Me?"

Mitsuki: "Yes. Because you're a pirate who is so destructive and could even make my heart pound so hard it could break."

Drake: "Heh? Well then, you better aim for me before it breaks."

Laughing, Francis untied his hair and grabbed my wrist, pointing the gun I held at his own chest.

Drake: "I don't mind getting shot or betrayed by you."

Drake: "I love you enough to feel that way."

(Francis.)

When we first met, I wanted to trust him, so I believed.

When I said I was okay with being betrayed, he shot me with a terribly cold gaze.

But now he was saying the same thing as me.

(Love seemed to surpass the sorrow of betrayal.)

Mitsuki: "I love you too."

Mitsuki: "If I were to shoot your chest, what I'd put in there wouldn't be a bullet, but love."

Drake: "Haha! That sounds perfect!"

His eyes, clear as the sea, which embraced both joy and sorrow, reflected me.

Drake: "If I betray you again, don't hesitate to pull the trigger."

Drake: "I'll die with your bullet in my chest."

Will this love be pierced by betrayal?

I hesitated to believe and suffered from my nearly broken feelings, yet I still couldn't betray him because I ended up falling in love.

(No matter what happens, I will believe in you.)

(And...)

In the love that exists between us, a love that will never be betrayed.

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sunshineyuuji · 1 year

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Surprising Facts (pt.2)

IkeVamp suitors with an s/o who randomly says interesting facts (pt.2)

Characters: Vlad, Theodorus Van Gogh, Vincent Van Gogh

Warnings: first grade English (lol), ooc suitors?, gn!reader/fem!reader

Notes: Guys, I got another request OMG! I'm jumping like a child who sees something they like (／⩾ ω＼). So @vanadeyeira asked me if I could make this prompt with Vlad, Theo, and Vicent and who am I to deny? So here I am writing this at 5:30 am (Nov 16) and God knows when I'll finish lol. Anyhow, hope you enjoy! (Update: I finished this today at 10:00 am lol)

Vlad

Vlad has been alive for centuries, darling, so he knows quite a lot.

But like Le Comte, he's not fully aware of things from the modern era so you might as well surprise him with "modern" facts.

"The Vatican City is the smallest country in the world."

"Vatican City?"

"You'll know in... a few years, hehe."

He's not surprised you know so much. Actually, he's happy!

Just... try to keep the creepy facts for yourself.

"There are around 150 bodies of dead hikers on Mount Everest and they're used as landmarks."

"Interesting way to use a body..."

Could gladly hear you all day telling him random facts and also explaining. He just loves listening to you.

Especially when talking about flowers.

"Is this... a gardenia?" You asked, looking at the flowers Vlad gifted you.

"It sure is." Vlad smiled at you.

You looked at the flowers with a smile and carefully picked them up.

"Did you know that gardenias mean love, purity, and refinement?"

Vlad chuckled softly and kissed your hand.

"I do, that's why I chose to gift you them."

Theodorus Van Gogh

"Did you know women can lactate without being pregnant?"

"You're getting on my last nerve, hondje."

Now what's with the random information?

Why are you telling him that? He didn't ask, so why are you telling him?

He doesn't get annoyed over the fact you know stuff, he's annoyed because you say it out of nowhere and he can't expect what you'll say.

“Did you know that buttermilk doesn’t contain any butter?”

“Ok, that’s it. Get out.”

There was a period of time where you stopped telling him the random information you know.

He got genuinely worried and rushed into your room.

You explained it was because you knew it annoyed him so you decided to stop.

“...You’re way too silly, hondje.”

It may catch him off guard, but it’s you who’s telling him. How can he say no to you?

Even if he says it annoys him, he secretly hears and tries to remember everything you say.

Vincent Van Gogh

"You know, neuroscientists say that love is as strong as illegal drugs."

"Oh? Well then, guess I'm always high for you."

He either chuckles or asks more about what you're talking about.

Loves hearing you talk. That little sparkle in your eyes and the excitement you have when explaining is adorable to him.

Though he's always interested in what you say, he shows way more interest when you talk to him about art facts.

"Apparently, studying and pursuing art is closely linked to improved reading and math skills."

"Huh, really? That sure is interesting... I wonder how people associate reading and math with art."

Getting a little more romantic, he sits you on his lap while you continue to tell him about random things you know about art and other stuff.

"I could listen to you all day, sunshine. I can never get bored when I'm around you."

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theroyalthornoliachronicles · 2 days

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Palais de Thornolie, Salle du Trône: 22 May 1850, 15:30

[Murmured Chatter as Everyone Leaves the Room]

Le Roi Gaspard: I'm not certain any of us imagined you would clean up so well.

Comte de Montavin: [Dark Chuckle] Not sure I had a choice, Oncle.

Le Roi Gaspard: En effet. Arabella is certainly a force to be reckoned with. Let us hope for your sake your bride is not the same.

Comte de Montavin: Hmm....

Le Roi Gaspard: These things are never easy, Gaston.

Comte de Montavin: You mean having your hands tied behind your back?

Le Roi Gaspard: Given your proclivities I would be suprised if this was the first time.

Comte de Montavin: [Chuckles] I wasn't aware you knew.

Le Roi Gaspard: Ton père has always kept me informed of your whereabouts, neveu. You should hardly be surprised.

Comte de Montavin: [Sighs] I suppose not.

Le Roi Gaspard: You have grown into an honourable man, Gaston. This may not be what you intended for your life, but-

Comte de Montavin: And how would you know?

Le Roi Gaspard: You are not the only one in this room who was forced into a marriage they didn't want.

Comte de Montavin: [Shocked] You and-

Le Roi Gaspard: Oui. The last person on this Earth I ever expected to be bonded to was ta tante. But forces beyond my control made sure I had no say in the matter. I was bombarded with a wedding, a wife, and a new path in life all in one evening.

Comte de Montavin: I...I don't understand. Who would have the ability to force you into marriage?

Le Roi Gaspard: Someone long since passed...

Comte de Montavin: Qui?

Le Roi Gaspard: ...It's not important. What is important is despite what is being burdened on your shoulders is not more than you can carry. Between ton père, ta tante, and myself, you have been raised to overcome these challenges. Marriage is a fickle business, Gaston, but you have the knowledge and intelligence to manage those turbulent waters with ease.

Comte de Montavin: Did you truly just relate my impending marriage to my naval experience?

Le Roi Gaspard: [Chuckles] Merely making sure you're paying attention. Now come along, we mustn't keep ta tante waiting. I fear you've already endured her rath long enough, and I'm not sure I want to join you in your boots.

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fang-and-feather · 6 months

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Ikemen Vampire - Comte x Reader

Visions of Temptation, Day 3 Prompt: Vanilla Sex

Challenge hosted by @xxsycamore

Also written for Comte's birthday, a little late, but not as much as I thought it would. I didn't have the time to finish the SFW part of this, although this smut is basically a piece of fluff anyway

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Of all the “gifts” he was expecting you to offer him, what you actually proposed was not one.

He couldn’t help but steal you away, back to your room after that, the party you were supposed to return to forgotten.

How could he not? Even if he didn’t go forward with your proposal, only the fact that you brought it up was enough to make him happy, and your conviction had stolen his heart once again.

“Abel, what about the party?” You asked, but it didn’t sound like you were complaining. In fact, you smiled at him.

“I’m happy to be able to celebrate my birthday with my family, but right now, you’re the one I want to focus on. I’m sure the others won’t mind our absence.”

He placed you on the bed, gently kissing you. He approached you tonight, not with the usual fiery passion, only his heart full of love that needed an outlet.

“So, you enjoyed your day today?”

You had spent a long time planning, only for your day to be ruined by a sudden storm. Despite your efforts to hide it, he knew. And he also knew how you panicked at the change of plans. Still, you had braved it and made your best efforts to make him happy at home.

You were always so happy to celebrate his birthday every year. Such a passage of time had meant nothing to him before meeting you, only marked by meaningless interactions with people who didn’t care enough. People who didn’t see him.

But you did. Your efforts were for him. For the man he was, the one behind all the titles and masks, the one he sometimes lost sight of himself, caught in all the social performing. The one you loved, despite all the mistakes and weaknesses.

“I always enjoy my time with you, but you always go to such lengths to make me even happier.” He kissed you again, gently nudging you to lie down. “Thank you for this.” He leaned over you and kissed your neck, and you moved your head to give him better access, so receptive to what you thought was to come. “And thank you for being with me. For loving me. I will always treasure you.”

He had no intention of going ahead with it, though. Not right away. But he couldn’t deny how tempting it was as he nuzzled into you, inhaling your scent. Despite how much he learned to control it, the thirst for you was always there, longing for that taste of you.

His fangs gently grazed your skin, and you didn’t even flinch, unlike many times before. Your resolve was real. You had offered for him to turn you, and you were ready for that. But he only kissed your neck, nuzzling against your skin again.

“Abel?” you asked, confused.

“Later.” He whispered in your ear. “I want to enjoy the rest of my birthday with you today.” His hand slipped under your skirt, massaging your thigh. “Let me love you, my princess.”

He kissed you deeper, carefully removing your clothes. You kissed back, also unbuttoning his shirt. He wasn’t usually so gentle, as his desire for you burned with an intensity that could barely be contained. Tonight, though, he only wanted to return that gentle love you always gave him. To treasure you properly.

Clothes were removed between kisses, with no rush, hands feeling every inch of skin as it was exposed. He only pulled away when everything was out of the way, eyes roaming your body.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, and when you blushed, looking away, he kissed you before you could complain. “I’m always as entranced as the first time I saw you.” He slowly kissed a path from your cheek, down your neck and your chest. “Always so sweet, too. I can never get enough of you.” You moaned and shivered when he traced a path up your thigh with a finger. “And you sound so sweet, too. Sing for me, mon amour.”

The same finger climbed higher, until it reached your clit, massaging gently. He kissed up your neck again, then right behind your ear, making you shiver and moan again. The familiar tension built inside him with each sound you made, but not with the usual intensity. It felt warm, but not searing hot like he was used to.

“We should get you ready, too.” You nudged him back, sitting up as he complied, then wrapped a hand around his member, stroking him gently. And you kissed him this time. A slow and sensual kiss, still intoxicating.

His hand slid back down, a finger pushing inside your heat. You were so ready, despite how little you had done. You had become so responsive to every little touch of his, every word. Not that he was any different. The more time you spent together, the more he desired you, and the easier his passion was triggered. Why did people say love and desire were the opposite?

Pushing you back down, he intertwined his fingers with yours, his body practically blanketing yours as he pushed into you, bringing your bodies as close as they could be.

Your passion tonight was like a dance, your bodies molding to each other, moving in harmony, hearts beating to the same rhythm as you held each other tight, gazing into each other’s eyes.

The sweet wave of ecstasy washed over him first. He moaned your name, closing his eyes and pressing his forehead to yours.

It didn’t take long for you to join him. He always loved the sound of his name when spoken by you, but there was something special about the soft, breathy way you called him now.

You two kissed, sharing the remainder of your passion while you both came down from your highs.

“Satisfied already?” You asked.

If he was being sincere, not really, especially not with how you were looking at him.

“Not if you keep looking at me like this. So sweet and seductive…” He kissed you, lying by your side and pulling you to his chest. “But you have been working so hard all week. I will let you rest.” The next kiss was placed over your eyelids. “I love you. Forever.”

Instead, he would give you what you wanted. A new step in your life together.

“I’m all yours.” You whispered back, kissing him. “Happy birthday.” You wished again.

He chuckled before his fangs sank into your neck. Your blood was sweet and warm in his mouth. Addicting. As much as the moans that escaped you, before your body went limp in his arms.

Pulling away from your neck, he kissed your forehead, hugging you tighter to his chest.

“Happy birthday to you too, princess. Thank you for loving me.”

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readerinsertfanfiction · 2 months

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Fate

A surprise gift for @ikemenlibrary because the organiser of 'My Ikemen Valentine Gift Exchange' didn't include herself despite all of the hard work needed to put the event together. You really need to reward yourself a little more. My only regret in this is that I don't know Licht.

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Character: Comte de Saint Germain

Warnings: mentions of death in euphemism

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Follow the voice.

That was all the instructions you had received for your assignment. What it meant, you had no clue. How it worked, even less, but you went along with it when the door unlocked and the familiar dark hallways doomed up for you, taking you to wherever you were needed.

“If we meet again.”

A voice, one you didn’t know but felt a pang of familiarity with all the same, doomed up from the darkness. “If we meet again,” it echoed, like a desperate prayer, filled with sadness from the speaker that only knew regret and no religion.

“If we meet again, would you be willing…”

Heart aching you followed the voice, reaching out for the next door and pushed in, praying that you could help whatever regret and wish you would find behind.

Amber golden eyes met yours in surprise, tears streaming out of them ruining the handsome visage of a man brought onto his knees. It seemed he had been kneeling indeed, though there was no apparent religion that you could distinguish out of his form.

“You…” he speaks first and you straighten yourself, taking a deep breath before shutting the door, officially starting your assignment.

“Regret,” Comte, as the man calls himself, repeats after you. A sardonic smile sets on his lips along with clasped hands that stretch the skin out over his knuckles. “Yes, you can call it that,” he murmurs softly, but you can see that he doesn’t quite believe it.

It had taken very little convincing to explain your presence and job to him. Surprisingly so, but you supposed that Comte being a vampire and immortal had helped the matter. Something about being beyond human understanding as a shared trait helped in that. You could appreciate the ease in that, however, knowing that everything that would follow after was harder. Tempting fate was, after all, a world altering matter.

“First we need to figure out what chain started the path we want to change,” you started, finding that explaining alternate universes and paths was surprisingly easy as well to a pureblood vampire. “Usually we do this by working backwards in events, targeting big crosspoints before zooming in, but I can imagine that you rather not re-experience her death,” you mused, a bump in your heart at the thought of this unknown soulmate that Comte had.

It felt strange to feel envy for someone you didn’t know at all. Comte had been very sparse on the details of his lover and acclaimed soulmate, only revealing that he had been too hesitant in his own feelings and too late to realise the depth of his emotions. Your envy was made even stranger knowing the fate that befell the soulmate.

“No, let’s not do that,” Comte grimaces, hands still clenched together in a tight prayer. You can see how hard he tries to think of a solution, one that will change the fate of a human, a fragile existence even in alternate universes, without having to trial and error her death. “Do you believe in soulmates?” he asks you suddenly, and you wonder why it is relevant what you think and believe in.

It is a question you never really thought of. Not truly. And certainly not a question you expect on the first day of your job. You usually spend it trying to understand the assignment at hand, the client and their wishes. But now that you are and as you think back of the prayer you heard in the hallway, unfinished. The question in which you hope the answer will be one that will lead Comte back to happiness, for the weight of sadness in his voice and the weight of his regret laid heavy on your consciousness.

“Maybe?” you say, not having the heart to say no, not truly believing in ‘no’ either as you think of Comte and the depth of his love that had brought you here.

“A maybe is a no,” Comte chuckles, sounding so helplessly bitter at that moment before a resolution sets in his mind.

“I know a certain way to change her fate,” Comte says, his confidence faltering just a second before he steels himself with resolution, eyes hardening but avoiding yours.

His solution turns out to be a tremendous job. One that you aren’t quite sure will work, for fate worked in strange ways.

“Are you sure?” you repeat, hand once more on the door and his placed next to yours. “It is no small matter striking out the name of another in the book of fate,” you caution, a little nervous at the idea of altering fate at its very core, “the backlash will be great.”

Comte remains confident, however, his hand moving over yours on the door as he forces you to push. Those amber gold eyes never meet yours. They haven’t since he resolved himself.

“That is my burden to carry,” he tells you.

Comte never told you the name you had to strike from the book of fate, nor did he tell you the name that was tied to it. The simple sounding request and the near impossible assignment left a bad taste in your mouth, your gut telling you to cut the assignment short and leave. To deny this request.

“If you met her again,” you repeat the question that led you to Comte in the first place, the familiar hallway empty as ever, but quiet this time as the two of you search for the end, “would you be willing…”

“Yes,” Comte answers immediately, cutting off your question as his hand in yours clenched tightly, meaning the affirmative with every sense of his being, “yes, and a thousand times over,” he repeats, his voice at peace, but the sadness lingering forever as you arrive at your next destination.

“And do you believe in fate?” you ask when opening the door, revealing a room that blinds you before revealing all the names and souls bound together, a red string appearing around your pinky finger that pulls taut.

“Yes.” Is all Comte says, raising the red thread winding around his finger and towards his lips, pressing a first and last kiss to your shared fate before he snaps the thread and the world turns dark.

Follow the voice

It was all the detail you received walking down the dark hallways, wondering what your assignment was and what your last one had been, a lingering question comes to mind as you sound it out yourself;

“If we met again, would you be willing,” you sound, hoping for a yes, your legs moving as you remember the snap of fate and the amber gold eyes that had tried to spare you from a fate he thought worse than the snap of the thread.

“Yes, if we met again I’d be willing to be your soulmate again,” you call out, switching strategies as you beg the darkness for the voice to lead you to Comte again, but it remains quiet as you continue down the hallway that never ends.

“If we met, would you love me again?” you call out, asking the next question that comes to mind as you press against every door that you find, hoping to find one that will give and allow you in.

A thousand promises and countless alternate universes and you knew, you’d love the man with amber gold eyes over and over again, with his sad smiles and his bright ones, even as the world crumbled around you and the hallway endless.

“Yes, yes, a thousand times yes,” you call out in the darkness, desperation overtaking you as a prayer swells up and a voice whispers as time restarts along with fate;

“If we meet again, would you be willing to love me still?”

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klutzyroses · 6 months

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Pirate's Revenge

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Francis Drake x Fem!Reader

Day 11- Frottage/"Don’t play innocent now. I know you want this"

Tags: Female reader, NSFW, dry humping, cheeky reader, bondage, light dom/sub dynamic, BrattySub!Reader, CunningDom!Drake

Summary: Just because she thought he was at a disadvantage, didn't mean she had the advantage. There's only so much you can do before a pirate takes his revenge. Especially if he isn't as vulnerable as he seems. Inspired by the Chapter 1-3 of Drake's route.

Word Count: 3139

Thoughts: In bold, Y/N: Your Name

Part of Visions of Temptation event by @xxsycamore

Minors DNI!!

"Heh...Little fawn, I’m going to get you for this."

Y/N felt a pleasant chill down her spine when she heard the sailor's lewd threat, giving him a sweet smile in return as she ground her hips against his in response. A few hours ago, if she had been told she would be stripped down to her underwear, humping the famous pirate, Francis Drake while he was tied to a chair...she would've laughed.

But...here she was.

~⚓️

When the man had come through the door like a hurricane and held her at knifepoint, she had mostly been consumed by the terror of suddenly being threatened with a knife by a complete stranger in her own home. A very handsome stranger, now that she had looked at him at a safer distance. But a stranger nonetheless, a rather dangerous one, considering he seemed to match Napoleon in combat which...both unnerved and intrigued her a bit. Even as he was tied down and surrounded by the residents, he didn't even seem to bat an eye. He remained completely at ease, or at least seemed to, even laughing in humor at his situation. He wasn't afraid of them. In the slightest.

When it was confirmed that he indeed was Francis Drake by both Sebastian and Shakespeare, the tension eased by a minute degree, only to pick right back up when she, out of compassion for the seemingly lost pirate, had made the suggestion that he remained at the mansion for the time being. It was met with skepticism, which…was reasonable all things considered.

“Are you crazy? He attacked us out of nowhere and you want him to stay here?” was the incredulous question posed by Mozart and the pretty lady had to fight hard, very hard not to roll her eyes to the sky and retort to him, but she held her tongue, choosing to be patient.

‘No, he attacked me and he apologized already, but alright…’ With that curt thought shoved to the back of her mind, she turned to Comte.

“If you’re worried about him being a threat, why don’t I stay back and question him one on one?” As she expected, all eyes fell on her, mostly a mix of surprise, concern or incredulity.

“Y/N, is that wise?” An uncertain Comte responded, his golden eyes slightly narrowed as they peered at her with worry. She felt warmed by his concern, but she was partially doing this for a selfish reason. She did want to learn a bit more about this man herself, partially out of interest but also because she was actually concerned if he was trustworthy and as she was the one to suggest he stayed, she should take responsibility. Though…she wasn’t about to tell anyone in this room that she just wanted a bit of time alone with the gorgeous stranger who seemed to have no fear in the world.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be okay. I’m the one who made the suggestion, so I should deal with him. It’s probably better, it might be more comfortable for him to answer truthfully if he isn’t surrounded by intimidating vampire men.” She smiled reassuringly, her eyes flickering over to the man in question, whose aqua gaze had not left her since she started speaking, “A woman’s touch is more convincing than scrutiny sometimes, don’t you think?”

“You have a point but..” Napoleon’s viridian eyes crackled with dismay. She could tell nobody in the room was entirely comfortable with that idea. She wanted to be annoyed but she couldn't help but feel touched that they were so concerned about her.

“If it’ll make you feel better, I’ll keep him restrained until I’m sure he can be trusted. And if anything goes wrong…” She meets the gaze of the pirate, to see he is still watching her with a rather…cryptic look on his face. She hadn’t the slightest idea what he was thinking and she couldn’t recall anyone ever looking at her with such ambiguous intensity. It made her feel…some kind of way.

“...well I’ll just scream up a storm.”

~⚓️

“You’re pretty brave, little fawn, interrogating me all by yourself.” Were the first words out of Drake as soon as they were alone, said with a cheerful, breezy smile. She turned to him, considering her words briefly before answering him.

“Well, like I said before, I have to take responsibility for you staying here since it was my idea.” She felt a bit nervous now. What could she possibly ask that he hadn’t already been asked? This was an ill thought out plan and now she was waffling. Not that she would let him see that. His aquamarine eyes narrowed playfully at her as his lips curved into a smile.

“Hehe, don’t look so nervous. I already promised not to hurt you.” He was the one tied up and yet was still acting as if he could do something to her. He was a brazen man, this one. But oddly, she wasn’t offended, just…attracted to it? Strangely enough, she was attracted to how bold and unafraid he was. There was something alluring about it, something magnetic calling to her.

“Are you mocking me, Sir Drake?”

“Not at all.”

“Good because…I could easily torture you for answers instead of asking nicely.” A more or less empty threat, but she simply wanted to see if that would instil even a little apprehension in him.

“Torture me, huh? A nice, pretty girl like you? That’ll be the day.” It did not. The smirk starting to form on Drake’s face made sure she knew that. For a moment, her mind went blank when saw him smirk at her and she prayed that he could not tell her thighs were squeezing together beneath her long dress. How was she being toyed with like this? She was the interrogator here!

“You think I’m pretty?” Her questions earns her a tilted head and a slightly wide eyed, confused look from the “captive”.

“Eh? Isn’t it obvious? You’re gorgeous. Why do you think those guys didn’t want to leave you with me?” He didn’t seem like he was teasing her then, he seemed genuinely confused by her question. Y/N felt her cheeks heat up as she cleared her throat.

'Hskerinfiuridhi…' Was her predominant thought as she composed herself and tried to muster a stern face.

“Well this gorgeous girl is fully capable of torturing you to get information, so be careful!”

“Oh yeah? How?” Oh dear. He expected an answer. She couldn’t bring herself to hit him or cause him any pain for the sake of prying information from him. She would have just asked him directly without force but now, she was forced to come up with something and her pride would not allow her to back down, now that she had already opened her mouth. As they say, pride before the fall. She may as well fall with style.

“Are you sure you want to know?” A weak, pitiful attempt at buying time, she knew it, and she knew that he knew it from the way his smile deepened.

“Yeah, I’m curious. Go ahead and torture me, little fawn.” She wanted to whimper. But an idea sparked within her. He had called her gorgeous. She remembered what she said to Comte.

You’re gorgeous…A woman’s touch is more convincing…

'What if..' This was ludicrous. Beyond embarrassing. So overboard, so reckless. Just to save her pride from being wounded. Okay, she was a little attracted to the fearless pirate, but this was…

“Well, little fawn?” His smirk read, ‘your move.’ as clear as day. Well then...

She pouted slightly, facing him defiantly and reaching for the front of her dress as she unbuttons it. She hesitated for a moment but the sight of Drake’s eyes widening gave her a sliver of satisfaction that pushed her forward. She smiled seductively at him as she uttered her declaration.

“I’m going to torture you with my body.”

“...Huh?” Her thoughts exactly. If she wasn’t screaming with embarrassment on the inside, she’d have laughed at the comically dumbfounded look on Drake’s face. Before she could talk herself out of it, her dress slid down her body, the sailor’s eyes following it as it hit the floor and pooled around her feet. She stepped out of her shoes and ambled over to him, in nothing more than her underwear before sitting herself down on his lap slowly. Summoning courage from the fountain of confidence she didn’t know she had, she moved one leg over his knee, straddling him snugly, placing her hand over his shoulder, the other on her own thigh for balance. She peered down into his face.

“I’m going to torture you with my body. You asked for it, right? Ask and you’ll receive.” She simpered at him, walking her fingers up his torso before she got the opening of his shirt where his chest was partially exposed and drew circles on it teasingly. After a few more seconds of being stunned, Drake’s face cooled to that same inscrutable look he had earlier. His eyes seemed to sharpen to a degree that sent many, many shivers down her spine. Suddenly, she wondered who the prey really was in the situation. It was both very unsettling, but very arousing at the same time.

“Giving your body to a guy you don’t know? You’re reckless, little fawn.” Very reckless, but she’d gotten this far, no point backing out. Her ego would never allow it. That and…well she had to admit this was thrilling. Liberating. To throw caution to the wind completely to allow herself this stolen moment of pleasure with an attractive, audacious pirate…there was no feeling like it. It was as if his boldness had rubbed off on her already.

“Maybe, but it’s my body, so I decide who I give it to.” She aligns her hips with his, consciously aware of how broad he was in comparison to her smaller form. A flash of something lights across those beautiful aqua eyes as a smirk makes his way across his face. She had to wonder if he knew how wet she was for him already.

“You’re a feisty girl. And pretty honest about your desires. I like it.” She resisted a shiver at that, and instead opted to respond by rolling her hips into his, holding her reaction to the shock of pleasure firing through her body from the friction.

“Then we’ll see how much you like my torture.”

Which explained the current situation. Y/N continued to grind on Drake, the friction driving both of them wild. She held back a whine when her wetness met his erection for the umpteenth time. Try as she might, it was difficult to feign control and indifference when it felt so good. What helped though was the flush spread across Drake’s pale face and the lustful frown he had accompanying it, his chest heaving slightly as his eyes gleamed with desire. Desire for her. She throbbed at the thought of getting him off this way, though it would be…interesting to explain to the others why their future new inhabitant was soaked from the waist down. Still a fun thought though. The real challenge, however, was appearing unaffected. She was supposed to be torturing him, but frankly, she had begun to forget what she was supposed to be doing originally. She was probably in a worse state than he was, she wouldn’t be surprised if she got off him and found a wet stain on him where she had just been. To distract herself, she ran her fingers through his silver hair and pressed a meaningful kiss to his cheek.

“My, Sir Drake, you seem flustered. Whatever is the matter?” She teased, feeling a wave of power when his arms twitch behind his back. He wanted to touch her, he wanted to touch her bad, but obviously couldn’t. She revelled in his groan, though unsure if it was lust or frustration or maybe both, when she once again deprived him of release at the last moment for the 3rd time in a row.

“Fawn…” His displeased mutter sounds against her skin as she kisses his cheek yet again, giggling enticingly into his ear.

“Frustrated about something? Sir Drake, I can’t possibly imagine what has you so disappointed?” Her little jab at him earns her a slight glare promising retribution.

“Don’t get too cheeky, little fawn. I’ll get you back if you get ahead of yourself.” A warning she had the feeling she should be taking seriously. However, he was tied up wasn’t he? It wasn’t like he could do anything to her. Even if she wanted him to touch her just as badly as he did. She was curious to know what he would do to her if she untied him right that moment.

“Get back at me, you can’t even move your hands to touch me.”

“But you want me to, right?” She blinked, taken aback by his blunt retort. Did he see through her? He suddenly smiled at her sharply, his eyes glinting with that dangerous glow that turned her on in ways she thought impossible.

“Huh..?”

“Don’t play innocent now. I know you want this.” He shifted a bit, causing her to slide against his cock, making both shiver at once.

“How would you know what I want, Sir Drake?” A meek challenge, an attempt to remain in control, futile as she knew it was. She had the feeling she was in the palm of his hand at that moment and he couldn’t even use his hands!

“You’re soaking, little fawn, and I can feel you throbbing on me. Not to mention, your cute face is telling me everything. This isn’t just torture for me.” He teasingly rolled his hips against hers once, smirking wider when he felt her grip on his shoulder tighten as she whimpered slightly.

“It’s torture for you too.”

“Ahh...Sir Drake...”

“Heh...So you do want it. You really are so cute.” She just barely had time to process that before he claimed her lips in a kiss that had her melting within moments. She coiled her arms around his neck, her fingers in his hair as they rocked together to increase the friction to ecstasy inducing heights. The dining room was filled with sounds of kissing, moaning, panting and naughty whispering as Y/N felt her climax creeping on her, causing her to arch into Drake. She could feel it just around the corner, about to send her over the edge and…was that a hand on her thigh?

She pulled back from his lips in surprise as she looked down and indeed, a large pale hand had clasped around her thigh, holding her closer to Drake. Her wide eyes followed the appendage up an arm that indeed was attached to…

“How did you-?!”

“Don’t underestimate pirates, little fawn. That knot was pretty tough…” His other hand came up from behind his back to rest on the curve of her backside. His smile was downright wicked at this point. ”...But I’m tougher.”

She gaped at him, both in awe and a little scared silly. And yes, turned on, more than she already had been. But she was not prepared for what he said next.

“I actually got free a little while back. I just didn't say anything. Just to see how far you’d take this.” His casual admission nearly made her mouth fall open.

“Why did you-?”

“Because it was fun. You really are something, you know, Y/N? Also…” She gasped when she felt his fingers brush aside her panties, brushing his knuckles against her wet entrance, finding her clit and rubbing it gently. At first.

”...I told you, I would get you, right? Its payback time, little fawn.”

The crafty, mischievous, conniving-

“Ahh, mmm…!” She moaned out when his fingers increased the fierce rubbing on her clit.

…Sexy, bold pirate had her wrapped around his finger…quite literally actually as her folds went slick against his venturing hand. She would say the tables had turned…but to be honest, it seemed like he had always been ahead of her, from the beginning. Not that she could even mind, apart from the mild worry that she may not be able to walk straight by the end of the night.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Y…Yes?”

“I’d really love to make you ‘scream up a storm’, but those guys will come barging in if you make too much noise.” He tilted his head, a lock of silver hair falling into his face. “So, I’ll have to make it quick and get you cumming…maybe three or four times?” He seemed to actually be contemplating how many times he would bring her over the edge as if he was choosing what dessert he wanted. Y/N’s eyes widened as she felt a rush of excitement and arousal…although, she did like walking. And she had a feeling he had every intention of taking that away from her.

“Erm…Sir Drake?” His eyes met hers as his fingers paused from pleasing her between her legs at her slightly timid hesitation. She gave him a nervous laugh as she fiddled absently with his ponytail.

“Is there maybe a chance you could let this slide? I think you can be trusted now, meaning you can stay so…uh, you can just let me go…right?” She tried half hopefully.

“...” His grip on her hips tightened as he gave her a deadpan look.

…Yeah okay. She didn’t think so. She couldn’t pretend that she wouldn’t have been disappointed if he had let her go though. Walking straight was overrated anyway.

~⚓️

Napoleon blinked, looking dumbfounded as the pretty Y/N emerged from the dining room, disheveled, flushed and…limping and stumbling all over the place. The look on Comte’s face mirrored his own.

“Y/N, what-”

“He’s trustworthy, let him stay.”

“But-”

“Please.” Comte and Napoleon shared a look before the master of the house acquiesced to her plea.

“Thank you. Now, if you would excuse me, gentlemen, I need to go and…um, lie down. I’m a bit tired. Goodnight.” Her voice strained slightly as she wobbled her way down the hall, using the wall for support.

Six. Six whole orgasms. Two for Drake, four for her. She knew she would sleep like a baby as soon as she made contact with her bed. They say orgasms, especially several consecutive ones, make for a good sleeping drug. That had some truth to it, if her drowsiness was any indication. That said, she would have to make a note to keep her panties in her line of sight around Francis Drake, seeing as the ones she had been wearing were no longer on her person, but rather, they were in the possession of a fearless pirate...

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xxsycamore · 11 months

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𝐈𝐤𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬… 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐬! [Part 2]

↬ May 10th was Maid Day!! The residents get the perfect idea of letting Sebastian rest for a day while they take care of the chores in his stead… while dressed up as maids. Of course, they need a little guidance about what needs to be done, so naturally, they address Sebastian as their Goshujin-sama and ask for orders!

► Find Part 1 here! [Napoleon, Mozart, Leonardo, Isaac, Vincent, Theo]

Arthur as a maid: The Chatty Maid

This maid's mouth moves more than his hands! Arthur is past the stage of complaining how he prefers to see pretty girls in maid outfits and not a bunch of men, and has moved to the stage where he entertains himself with "bothering" them instead. Since Mozart can't do absolutely all the cleaning on his own, Arthur took the task of sweeping the floors... which is a great excuse to visit all other maids around the mansion and see what they're up to, especially Theo and Isaac. Needless to say, he's not exactly committed to his task...

Jean as a maid: The Ruthless Maid

Jean is a beautiful angel of death in his long monochrome maid dress. He uses his sword to remove spider webs without a problem. Though, taking out the trash is his true forte! Soon, however, the other maids start hearing some questionable noises, like furniture being moved around. It's not until they spot Comte's favorite armchair among others of his belongings thrown out through the front door that they realize exactly what Jean means when he says he's getting rid of the trash in the mansion.

Dazai as a maid: The Troublemaker Maid

This maid only makes more mess! Cleaning the windows is best fit for Dazai, as it serves as a punishment for the one who is at fault for getting fingerprints all over them...however, Dazai is all for the "work smarter, not harder" policy. Just as the others are about to blame the Ruthless Maid for the horrifying hounds of broken glass, it turns out that Dazai has begun de-windowing the windows. "No need for cleaning if there isn't anything to clean!" combined with a pinch of "You won't have to get up to open for me when I knock on your windows anymore!"

Shakespeare as a maid: The Dramatic Maid

This maid appears very hurt that they haven't invited him to celebrate maid day at the mansion - but worry not, he appears in his own maid dress( & hair gathered in a small ponytail) at the door nonetheless! Shakespeare enjoys the chaos happening around him, gathering ideas for his next play. He ends up being made to clean after the others, but it's fine by him. Contrary to expectations, he makes a pretty decent maid.

Comte as a maid: The Clumsy Maid

This maid has never held a broom in his whole life! Comte has a hard time with the roles swapped around, as he discovers the difficulties of taking care of the household as a servant and not as a master. He ends up knocking things off the shelves while dusting, breaking plates while doing the dishes, hanging the curtains upside down... even for a sensible centuries-old being like him, some things remain hard to tackle without experience. Has a lot of head-tilting moments as he's genuinely confused with how it keeps happening.

Bonus: Sebastian as a master: The Worrywart Master

This master is...just not cut out to be a master. With Sebas' natural sense of discipline and reasonable strictness, noone expects him to be such a wreck when put on the other side of things. Once all the maids are dispatched on their respective tasks, it all gets quiet, and he's left to ...sit on the large armchair, and, supposedly, rest? In just a couple of seconds he stands up, goes to the painting on the wall that he noticed is tilted a liiitle bit to the left, and fixes its position. He returns to the armchair. Then he stands up and fluffs up the pillows on the couch because someone didn't do their job, and it would just be quicker. Sebastian is so not used to staying idly that he simply doesn't know how to stay idly; what's more, he feels bad about letting his dearests masters push themselves so much (he's clueless about just HOW MUCH of a mess is happening, even if he has his suspicions). Once the day is over, relief is written all over his face... both master and servants start bowing and thanking each other, the maids for the hard work Sebastian does for them on the daily, now that they saw up close just how tough it is - and Sebastian, for the gesture they did for him but also for finally letting him take care of what he does best...

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WIP Wednesday: Sugar and Spice and ...?-NSFW

Final WIP Wednesday for 2023! Whoo! Ending on a strong note, I think!

This little nugget was inspired by both my disappointment in the Bride of the Vampire Event and the (more satisfying to me personally) Home Sweet Home Event and I sort of put the two together, with a spicy twist. Maybe later on I'll try to explore more of this universe bc I like this AU and would like to do some more in the future, but for now, this is what I've got thus far.

Notes: Raw, unedited writing, unfinished (cuts off at the last part bc I ran out of steam), threesome relationship, afab reader addressed with feminine pronouns (she, her, etc), pregnant reader, breeding, use of French and Italian when I know neither language so some usage is bound to be wrong, I've tried my best with language blogs and machine translation, Comte and Leo flirting (yes, that is a warning).

Have a good rest of the year and I hope to see all you lovelies in 2024!

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"Hey, Comte." Leonardo said to him one morning, "let's make a bet."

"Hmm. What kind of bet?"

"Who do you think [Name]'s kid will resemble more, you or me?"

Comte set down the newspaper he was reading, his fingers steepling.

"We've had her so many times since that first time, it's up to fate as to who her body accepted at this point. Assuming one of us didn't cheat and had some extra time with her, it should be about equal."

"Cheat? Definitely didn't do that a time or two. Nope."

"Of course, you didn't. Just as much as I didn't as well."

"Of course not."

The knowing smiles they gave each other conveyed neither their innocence or their guilt.

"Well, I was the first to take her, so the odds are in my favor." Comte smirked.

"Still haven't forgiven you for that, you know."

"You stole her first kiss. You know better than anyone that I wouldn't let a transgression like that stand for long."

"Heh, didn't peg you for the petty jealous type."

Comte sipped some of his morning tea, a floral scent wafting in the air.

"We share a wonderful, beautiful wife now, Leonardo." he paused, "but seeing her with another man, even if it's you… it seems my claws come out on their own."

Leonardo laughed.

"The feeling's mutual. Cara mia loves both of us, but can't help but want to pull her into my arms and whisk her away when you're being sweet on her."

"Try it and I really will sink my claws into you."

"Attaccati al cazzo, bastardo."

"En fait," Comte shrugged with a smirk. "je préfère baiser ma femme que toi."

Leonardo growled, reaching out across the table.

"Oh, good morning, you two!" a voice called out in the doorway, a sweet scent tickling the noses of the two vampires. Leonardo pulled his hand back.

"Bonjour, ma cherie." Comte said with a smile, holding his hand out towards you.

"Ciao, bella." Leonardo said, standing up.

Once you were close enough to take his hand, Comte kissed your fingers reverently while Leonardo wrapped an arm around your shoulders, his lips taking a gentle nip at your cheek. You giggled.

"How are you feeling?" Comte asked, still holding onto your hand.

"Better, thank you. Still a little tired though."

"It's to be expected." Comte reached out his free hand, brushing your hair back with his long, graceful fingers. "but you do have a healthy glow about you. That's a good sign."

Leonardo's large hand also slid down your form, pressing it just under your belly, as if weighing it against his palm. "Hmm, still flat."

"It's barely been four months." You said.

"And here I was hoping you'd be stealing my clothes by now. Well, more than you already do."

"Leo!"

"No, there's some change. I'm sure of it." Comte interjected, also putting his hand on your belly, as if measuring you like Leonardo had.

"It's okay, Comte," you said gently, "it's still early so you don't have to-"

"I can see it, cherie." Comte reassured you with a smile. "in fact, I think I can see it right… here!"

Without further warning, his fingers danced on your belly, making you laugh and try to step back.

"H-hey! That tickles!"

You had forgotten, however, that Leonardo still held your shoulders.

"Actually, Comte's right." he grinned mischievously, "I think I did feel a little something… here!"

His fingers-rough, calloused, and warm- tickled under your belly, making you laugh harder.

"No fair! You're ganging up on me!"

"Maybe you'll grow faster if we tickle you enough," Leonardo teased.

"That's not how that works-!"

Leonardo's fingers had sank down further, the thin linen of your nightgown the only thing between you and his digits. He smirked.

"Forget something, cara mia?"

You looked away, biting your lip.

"…It was your fault." You said. "Both of you."

It was Comte's turn to smirk.

"We did make a mess of you last night, didn't we?"

The twin bite marks on your neck sung, making you shift against Leonardo's fingers. You shuddered at the memory.

"Couldn't help ourselves." said Leonardo, rubbing his index finger up and down. "Hearing you scream so sweetly…"

"Melting under our touch," Comte reached up for your jaw, caressing it. "Every part of you flushed and glowing."

His fingers traced a line down your body, feather-like touches falling down your collarbone, between your breasts, staying once they found your stomach again.

"So full of our seed. Seeing it drip between your legs…"

You shifted against Leonardo's fingers again, feeling a dampness against your nightgown.

"You're remembering it, aren't you, cara mia?" Leonardo whispered in your ear, his voice low and husky. "How it felt to be so full of us."

You shuddered, taking in a sharp breath to try and calm yourself, but failed, feeling Leonardo nuzzle your neck. Comte then stood up, leaning in closer to you, kissing your jaw gingerly, trailing with his lips until he found yours. When he released you with a pop, your lips felt swollen and pink.

"I think she needs a reminder, Leonardo. It's been ages, after all."

"A top-off so soon?" Leonardo chuckled, "Insatiable, aren't you? Only been a couple of hours."

"I think myself more of a generous gentleman, thank you." He reached down for his pants and unbuttoned himself with practiced ease. When he was done, he pulled your skirt up around your waist and kissed your cheek.

"Ready for me, cherie?"

You bit your lip, but nodded. He kissed your forehead this time, lining his hips with yours, his tip gliding on one pass before plunging into you hard and fast. You shuddered and moaned, grabbing onto his shoulders. Leonardo growled low in your ear, making Comte chuckle.

"Learn some patience, will you? You'll get your turn."

"Oh yeah?"

Leonardo tilted your head towards him, stealing your lips and inserting his tongue, teasing your tongue and teeth. His other hand cupped your breast, rolling and massaging the nipple between his rough fingers. You moaned against his lips, the volume muffled. Comte frowned, his hands sliding down your hips, pulling you closer to him. He then reached for your other breast, lifting it and teased the underside with his tongue. A whine escaped between your lips, trapped by Leonardo's, but it was enough to make Comte smirk.

"Do you feel good, cherie?" he asked, "Do we make you feel good?"

Leonardo released your lips, wet strings trailing between you as you both panted for air. Once he was sure you caught your breath, Comte thrust into you again, the full volume of your scream like music to his ears. Leonardo held you securely, peppering kisses along your neck.

"Almost there, mon cœur. "

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sweetlittleneptune · 1 year

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Hii i found u i love you and i am obsessed with your writing can you do crack hcs of mansion residents reacting to mc calling them submissive and breedable while others are around thaank yoou

Thank you sooo much you're too sweet anon!! It means a lot that you like my writing! (and btw, that's a really cool request, I loved writing it haha) Sending you big hugs and I hope you like it!

WARNING⚠️: a bit suggestive I guess...?

Calling them "submissive and breedable" in front of others

Comte

There he is, sat at the table and chatting with the other residents. It's 8 am, the day has only just started, and you're serving breakfast to the gentlemen sitting around the table

He wasn't expecting you to say that, a simple "good morning Comte" would've done the job

The poor man chokes on his tea before sighing in disappointment

Everybody stops eating

"It's 8 am, MC, could you AT LEAST wait after breakfast to say such vulgard things?"

Sadly for you, he's not flurstered, he's just wishing he didn't wake up this morning

Leonardo

He looks at you in complete confusion

"MC... are you blind? Are you stupid? Do I really look submissive and breedable to you?"

"Yes."

Isaac, who Leonardo was working with on some kind of machine, is just as confused (if not more) as his friend. And you can hear Comte chuckle from his spot in the library

Leonardo would love to debate this with you, he is NOT okay with being called submissive and breedable. He is a strong, masculine man! Don't you dare say the contrary

Napoleon

This dude was not ready for that at all

You just blurt it out as he's practicing with Jean and he completely looses his balance

He's all blushy and hides his face in his hands

"You can't say things like that!"

"I can, look-"

"NO!"

Mozart

You don't even have the chance to finish your sentence

The man just gets up and walks away, even though he was talking with Arthur and Vincent

"No"

"Hey! Wait!"

"No"

That's all he says, and you don't see him for the rest of the week

Arthur

Did you really think you could outtease the tease?

It's the middle of dinner, everyone is sat at the table and chatting

And this man smirks before saying:

"For you I'll always be submissive and breedable"

And now everybody is grossed out, and you're sitting there like a damn clown

In the background, you can hear Sebastian mutter "right in front of my salad"

Jean

He doesn't even understand what it means, it's almost cute

"What does-" he starts to ask

And Mozart intervenes before you get the chance to shatter this man's innocence

"NO! It's nothing Jean! They just mean you look good"

"Oh"

Now you're disappointed it didn't work, and Wolfie is planning on killing you

Theo

You did NOT just say that to him

And right in front of Arthur and the other residents too!

You're dead MC, you better plan your own funeral even

His face is so red and it's hilarious how offended he is by it

"You take it back right now!"

"No"

This ends with Theo chasing you around the mansion and screaming "Take it back!"

Vincent

The definition of shocked

Like Comte, he was expecting a "good morning" or something, but not THAT

He just freezes and drops his peace of pancake

Silence

"I- what?"

Dazai

This dude smiles and says:

"Thank you, that's so sweet! You too!"

How the turntables

And he just leaves you right there, in the middle of the living room, with the other residents, looking like a moron

Congratulations MC, you played yourself

Sebastian

There's a second of silence, and then he sighs in disappointment

"I'm not getting paid enough for this"

He just puts your plate down on the table and goes back to the kitchen and screams:

"Comte! I'm resigning!"

Isaac

"That's... I'm a man I can't... You couldn't- Why would you say that?? Do you even know how biology works?!"

You broke the man

Not only is he flustered by your comment, but he is also incredibly frustrated by the lack of knowledge in basic biology it implies

Worst of all, right in front of Leonardo, who was helping him work on a machine

He has to step out and take a few minutes to calm down

Will

It doesn't work, at all

William isn't even phased by your comment, he just chuckles

"What a strange saying, modern people are quite fascinating"

That's really all he says before going back to his discussion with Comte

Honestly, even St-Germain is more affected by what you said than Shakespeare

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #cybird ikemen #ikevamp comte #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp mozart #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp jean #ikevamp theo #ikevamp vincent #ikevamp dazai #ikevamp sebastian #ikevamp isaac #ikevamp william

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scummy-writes · 1 year

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Day Seven: New Beginnings.

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Isaac/Mc/Arthur

Context: this is a scene from a story I haven't shared before, concerning Isaac/Mc/Arthur having a threesome on Isaac's birthday, in a universe where Arthur and Mc are already a couple.

The story is a focus on Isaac consenting to this, and them slowly getting Isaac used to being with either of them over the course of a month or so, intimately or not, before the threesome happens.

This scene focuses on the aftermath of the threesome.

I'm sharing this because I've had the overall story as a wip for a couple of years, but friends and followers stated they would be interested in seeing the scenes from the story as their own posts, as I've been too nervous and anxious to write an actual completed multi-chaptered fic. I've always been fond of this scene, and worked on it during Isaac week to hopefully make it enjoyable.

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In the silence of the late night, Isaac can't find it within himself to sleep. His mind is too busy whirring with thoughts, no matter how exhausted his body is.

He assumed that he would be a nervous mess after having sex with them, but they were right- gradually working him up to just of the idea of this eased so many concerns, and all of the 'practice' he had with each of them, learning everyone's likes and dislikes, helped Isaac focus on the pleasure of it all, and… the intimacy after.

They had gone on get togethers, and they had all spent the night just cuddling before, but all of it felt so different compared to now.

After everyone had been spent, there were far more kisses than he expected after, and so many checks to make sure Isaac was okay and happy.

It was…overwhelming, for just a moment.

The warmth of it all lingered, especially as they snuggled up to him, idly talking about tomorrow's plans for Isaac's birthday. Their tiredness was evident, but the excitement was still there, and he realized they were just excited to celebrate it with him. That they honestly wanted to treat him to a normal birthday celebration as well.

It makes him understand that right here, with them, Isaac doesn't have to be more than he is.

Her arm is resting over his stomach, nose brushing against his collar as she nuzzles into him with a sigh. All the while Arthur's pressed a kiss into his hair, pulling the blankets up to subdue any chills.

And Isaac basks in the warmth they provide, a shaky but content sigh spilling out. There's a sting hitting his eyes that he's desperately trying to ignore; they're already beginning to breathe deeper, sinking into sleep. But for the first time in ages, he feels so loved and wanted on his birthday.

After his childhood, he'd deliberately make some excuse to escape celebrating it. Hide away with schoolwork, pretending it was some other day. It seemed fitting, since his own mother cast him out just a few years after he was born.

His own little tradition seeped into his second life- granted, when the others found out they would try to do something, no matter how small. He'd awake with a card slipped under his door, a wrapped gift waiting for him on the dining table. Of course, most gifts came with whatever holiday celebration le Comte would hold but…

Here in their embrace, Isaac knew that they weren't pushed into this out of a need to be polite. He didn't have to worry so much for once, about if they truly put any thought into this day, towards his feelings.

He felt her stir, snuggling in closer to him, and Isaac couldn't help the tear that escaped. Or two.

Oh, he tried to hide it. Tried to discreetly sniffle, take in a breath that didn't shake him, but Arthur noticed first and she followed suit.

"Isaac? Hey," Arthur pressed another kiss to his head, cupping his cheek to thumb away a tear, "What is it?"

"I-I'm fine." His voice cracked and he let out a scoff, embarrassed he couldn't ever keep his voice straight. "Re-really, I'm okay."

She was next to show her concern, propping herself up to get a better look at him, catching how he skittishly looked away.

"Sweetheart," the pet name brought fresh tears, Isaac's heart fluttering at her gentle coo, "tell us what's wrong. Are you hurt? Was that all too much? It's okay if that's the case, Isaac, we want-"

"I-It's nothing to do with sex," he finally stammered out, desperately trying to wipe his tears away. A wave of white-hot shame was coursing through him, with how his crying was causing the both of them to worry, when the reason behind it would seem naive to them, he was sure. But his words kept tumbling out regardless, trying to ease their worries, "it's just th-the first time I've f-felt so, so-"

So loved. But how does he tell them so, when he's such a mess, afraid to ruin the moment even further.

Through Isaac's stammering, Arthur gently smiles, wrapping his arm around Isaac and giving him a squeeze. He plants his lips against Isaac's temple, and mutters words he never thought he'd hear.

"We love you too."

Oh.

The affirmation has Isaac falling into pieces, swimming in relief and the strain of having his feelings met washing away.

The stress and worry ebbs away into comfort, as the two hold him through his tears, gently letting him pour his emotions out in their embrace.

Once his cheeks are dried by a combination of him using the sheet as a makeshift tissue, and their reassuring kisses, Arthur murmurs that he'll be right back with some water for Isaac, gingerly getting out of the bed. As the door to the room closes behind him, she takes Isaacs cheeks in her hands, peppering slow, lingering kisses across his features.

"I want to make it clear that us saying that we love you isn't coming from nowhere. It's coming from a lot of long talks between Arthur and I."

"The two of you really thought this through…" his voice is croaky, another wave of relief and joy hitting him when hearing those words again, but exhaustion is seeping into his bones now, and he can't be bothered to care how he sounds. Not when she starts carding her fingers through his hair, making his eyes flutter shut.

"Mhm… Isaac, you've been on our minds more often than you may think. It wasn't long into trying to get you more comfortable with the idea of being…intimate with us, with all those dates and spending nights together, that Arthur and I admitted to each other that we were really growing attached to spending our time with you."

Isaac's heart flusters at that, his grip on her tightening. How can he explain how wonderful it feels to know that he's been in their thoughts, and hearts, for so long? How he never realized just how much he longed to just hear those words said to him in earnest?

But it doesn't seem like he has to- at least not tonight- as she patiently rubs his back, resting her cheek upon his head.

"If it's alright with you, we can talk about it more tomorrow? I think having an honest discussion, to clear away any worries or concerns, would be nice for all of us."

Isaac registers warmth first. The heat of the sun peeking through the window, hitting a shoulder and cheek. Isaac scrunches his nose as his dreams ebb away, getting hit with realizing there's an ache behind his eyes, a weight pressed against his other cheek.

He grumbles, a hand clumsily wiping at an eye before he blinks awake, trying to piece together where he is.

And then he remembers why certain parts of his body, certain muscles, have a dull ache to them, and suddenly the heat on his cheeks isn't just from the sun anymore.

Arthur, the weight on his side that he barely registered at first, stirs at Isaac's movements, sleepily lifting his head up to peek at Isaac.

"Sleep okay?"

His voice is groggy, and the lazy smile he shoots Isaac with makes Isaac melt with relief yet again.

It's proof. That there isn't any regrets from last night.

"Slept great…" he nods, recalling how comfortable it felt, being between the two people he held affections for. But… "where did she go?"

Arthur motions towards the bedroom door, before promptly snuggling back against Isaac, evidently not ready to get out of bed just yet.

"Our little bird wanted to make sure you were spoiled thoroughly today, so I think she's making breakfast and a possible surprise," then, he puts a finger against his lips, grinning at Isaac, "don't tell her I told you, though."

Chuckling, Isaac presses a kiss against Arthur's forehead, "I won't."

His good mood seems to be infectious, as Arthur laughs with him, propping himself up to get a better look at Isaac.

God knows how he must look- up late crying, still waking up. But Arthur's eyes are soft and loving as he meets his gaze, and Isaac's heart is squeezing in joy once more.

"Was a bit worried you'd wake up feeling terribly, but…" Arthur idly thumbs Isaac's cheek, then traces his jaw, "I haven't seen you smile this much before."

"I'm in a rather good mood," he admits, mimicking Arthur's motions. The action rewards him with Arthur's smile, and the affection bubbling within him causes Isaac to act on elated impulses.

His hand gently slips behind Arthur's head, and it's all too easy to guide their lips together.

The first kiss is short, but then Isaac is emboldened by the way Arthur kisses him back, and presses their lips together again. And again. Until Arthur's breath sounds strained, and Isaac's emotions are torn between the joy of being loved and the need for the physicality of it.

"This is something I could easily get used to," Arthur mutters against his lips, meeting Isaac's smile with his own.

"I think I could as well."

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I've mentioned before that this is part of a larger story that I have been on and off writing for a couple of years now. This is the 'ending' on the story notes I have for it, and it's something I've been fond of for a while. (Of course, its been edited from the original draft to try and make more sense)

I am very enamored with the idea of Isaac loving and being loved in return, and receiving the affection he's longed for- secretly or not- for a very long time.

People seemed very interested in me posting scenes from the story I have set up for these three, as I admitted I don't think I can make this an actual multi-chaptered fic, and it is something I plan to do through 2023. It's possible that I may end up revisiting this scene and rewriting bits of it due to that, as some scenes I write in the future may conflict a bit with this.

I still need to come up for an 'AU' name for it though, so it might take a little bit into 2023 before things start to be posted HAHA.

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yanderepuck · 10 months

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Ikevamp au where everything is the same except the suitor falls in love with you, but you hate them.

Imagine. An otome game, but you constantly turn down the guy.

Napoleons route: what makes you think I want to be your body guard?

You: what makes you think I want to be near a panty sniffer?

Napoleons route later: wait... I think I'm in love with her

You: why won't he leave me alone.

Wait why is this actually hilarious

Mozart's route: no one likes you and no one wants you here.

You: what makes you think I want to spend my time with a man who meowed at people?

Mozart's route later: so I actually really like your company

You: I've never enjoyed being around you for a moment after you called me a nuisance.

How would you expect me to fall in love with either of these two after they both tell me they want nothing to do with me. Please explain

Leonardo's route: I'm going to drag you around the city and have you help me with things

You: please just let me be depressed in the mansion

Leonardo's route later: I've really been enjoying our time together

You: please just let me be depressed in the mansion.

Just let her do her thing. She wants to go back home with no strings attached. Make sure she doesn't try to kill herself but please don't drag her along against her will.

Arthur's route: you're a pretty little thing

You: touch me and I will scream and bite you myself. Never speak to me. Don't even perceive me.

Arthur's route later: so it all started when I was a wee lad

You: didn't I tell you to stop acknowledging me? I'm not interested in your trauma. I didn't even know who wrote Sherlock until I got here

Let be real. Most of us didn't actually know. We knew Sherlock didn't write Sherlock but we didn't know it was some crazy fairy man.

Vincent's route: you're really sweet and I think we should be friends

You: yes. Friends is nice. You seem very nice

Vincent's route later: so..I..um...I want to be more than friends.

You: learn how to have a negative emotion and stop acting like being sad is a bad thing.

The boy is honestly toxic. He's going to invalidate your negative emotions I feel it.

Theo's route: hondje! You saw my scar and so now you're going to work for me!

You: shouldn't I be the one trying to blackmail you??

Theo's route later: you're actually a really good worker and have a good eye for art. I like you hondje

You: so you like capitalism? Am I even getting paid? I didn't travel through a door just to run around the city and sell art work

I'll never understand how it makes sense that Theo thinks he can make her do things bc he assumes she noticed some random ass scar. WHAT'S WRONG WITH EVERYTHING LEARNING YOU GOT SHOT. YOU DIDN'T COME FROM THE FUTURE. THEY CAN TECHNICALLY LOOK UP HOW YOU DIED.

Why did I have a hard time coming up with one for Isaac. Ik that boy is problematic but why am I having issues

Isaac's route: HOW DONT YOU KNOW ABOUT *insert very complicated scientific theory*

You: I went to public school my dude. Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell

Isaac's route later: she's very kind and patient. Is this what love feels like??

You: IF HE COULD SHUT UP ABOUT HIS WORK FOR 5 SECONDS THAT WOULD BE GREAT

I know once I post this I'll think of a better one for Isaac. But oh well. Boy needs to let you talk about your day.

Dazai's route: you're so cute. I'm going to adopt you as my little sister

You: you're a little weird... But I guess this is okay

Dazai's route later: so I really like you, but I need to push you away and act like I don't care because it's what's best

You: I have been here for two weeks and you've tried to kill yourself 4 times. How did you think I could mentally handle that let alone want to date you, PLUS YOU KEEP CALLING ME YOUR LITTLE SISTER

He sibling zones you up until the very end. What kind of Alabama kink do you got going on, Dazai

Jean's route: I'm not sorry that I bit you. Don't talk to me, I don't want friends. No one understands me anyway.

You: if Comte doesn't beat your ass for biting me then I'll do it myself.

Jean's route later: I think I'm learning what love is. She's helped me with so much and I want to repay her

You: he bit me and never apologized or got in trouble. Why the hell would I ever be interested in him. He's treating life like a SURVIVAL GAME

I have many complaints about Jean. But my main one is the biting and him never getting in trouble for it bc he's the favorite child.

Will's route: you found and read my note book and now I have to keep an eye on you so you don't tell anyone that I'm using this information against them to possibly get them killed!

You: sooo...you aren't writing all of this because you have bad social skills and are just trying to better understand everyone because they are all from a vastly different time period than you? Thanks for telling me your plan.

Will's route later: so I've realized the error of my ways and I'm not going to do the deed any more and I hope you can forgive me

You: LET ME OUT OF THIS DAMN VILLA

Will became a little too obsessed. Oops

Comte's route: it is my fault that you are here, so I will protect you and take care of all your needs while you are here. You'll be the daughter I never had

You: thanks! I'll work around the mansion to pass the time and get to know everyone better

Comte's route later: I know I have pushed you away multiple times but I really love you and I want to spend centuries with you

You: I have seen how bad of a parent you are and I've picked up your dirty clothes off the floor I don't think this is going to work

Comte just keeps daughter zoning you and then is like "so I love you" IS THIS WHERE DAZAI GETS IT FROM.

Sebastian's route: every time you do something wrong I'm going to flick your forehead

You: do that one more time and I swear to God I'm slapping that grin off your face

Sebastian's route later: being with you is making me miss home and consider going back to our time. I would love to go back with you and spend our lives together back in Japan

You: there's so many reasons why this wouldn't work out and staying at the top: YOU TOOK SOME RANDOM PILLS SOME PRIEST GAVE YOU. Not to mention you didn't tell ANYONE you were dying

If you're gonna fall in love with me at least tell me you're going to die in a few months.

Also not going to do the trio in this moment. Oops sorry

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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 3 months

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Galileo Galilei Main Story

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

Before the morning sun fully rose, I, completely awake, decided to take a bath to calm my nerves, even just a little.

I breathed a sigh of relief as my tensed body, gripped by fear, relaxed in the warm water.

(What was that dream? It almost felt so real.)

(My father in the dream was a vampire, and the people chasing us were called vampire hunters.)

(Also...)

------------Flashback-----------

Father: "Please, at least spare my daughter! She's done nothing wrong! She was simply born as a dhampir!"

---------Flashback Ends--------

(The "me" in the dream was a dhampir.)

Comte told me that a dhampir is a hybrid born between a human and a pureblood vampire.

Some purebloods despised humans, while others sought coexistence or even loved them. He also mentioned that Dhampirs are very rare.

(Why did I dream of becoming a dhampir?)

(Come to think of it...)

On the day I came to this mansion, before I knew everyone's true identities, I had a dream of being bitten by a vampire.

(I wonder if there's any meaning to this dream as well.)

Unable to fully digest my doubts, I looked up and saw the skylights were already being obscured by the morning glow.

As noon approached, I arrived at the university where Isaac worked and walked through the corridors while scanning the surroundings.

Mitsuki: "The president said the research lab is in this building."

Mitsuki: "I need to give Isaac his lunch and Blanc and then deliver this to the neighboring research lab."

In addition to the basket in my hand, there was a bundle of papers.

I was walking around the campus when the university president suddenly asked me to deliver this.

------------Flashback-----------

President: "If you're visiting Ayscough, could you deliver this paper to the adjacent research room?"

President: "I borrowed it, but I have urgent matters to attend to. It'd be a great help if you could do me this favor. The name of the professor it's for is..."

---------Flashback Ends--------

Mitsuki: "Alinbert Maury. Oh, here it is."

Having reached the destination, I decided to take care of the task first and knocked on the door.

???: "Come in."

Immediately, a resolute male voice came from inside.

Mitsuki: "Excuse me. I have a delivery for Professor Maury..."

(Huh?)

The man, who had been facing the bookshelf, turned towards me, and I involuntarily swallowed my words.

There stood the man with the amethyst eyes from that mysterious garden yesterday.

There was no way I could have mistaken his silvery-white hair or his outfit.

(No way. I can't believe I'm seeing him again. Is this really him?)

Maury: "You're the one from yesterday..."

I snapped back to reality when he suddenly spoke up.

(Right, I need to apologize for yesterday!)

Mitsuki: "Um, I..."

Maury: "How long are you going to stand there? Come inside."

Before I could continue, Professor Maury calmly addressed me.

After being allowed into the research lab, I bowed my head again.

Mitsuki: "I'm Mitsuki. I apologize for intruding into the garden yesterday!"

Mitsuki: "I was walking around town and happened to stumble upon that place."

Maury: "........."

Seemingly intrigued by something, he lightly raised one eyebrow.

Maury: "You're not a student here, are you? So, why are you here today?"

Mitsuki: "I came to the university to see Professor Ayscough and to deliver these documents the president asked me to."

Mitsuki: "I didn't realize you were Professor Maury. So..."

Maury: "I see. Another coincidence, perhaps."

He murmured as I handed over the documents and looked at him, despite feeling a bit tense in his presence.

(He looks like the same person as when we parted ways yesterday, but...)

The atmosphere was completely different when he was eating the red flowers in the garden.

It felt so ephemeral, almost like it could vanish into thin air.

Maury: "I've received the documents."

Mitsuki: "Then, I'll be going now."

I tried to excuse myself, but he suddenly looked up from the papers and gazed at me intently.

Maury: "Some say that when coincidences pile up, they become inevitable."

Maury: "Even turning into destiny."

(Destiny?)

Maury: "What do you think?"

(What do I think?)

He gave me a cold, emotionless gaze while I was still trying to figure out his unexpected question.

(I don't know. Is there even a right answer for this?)

Without understanding the intention behind his question, I looked back at him and honestly replied.

Mitsuki: "Sorry, I don't know how to answer that, but..."

Maury: "But?"

Mitsuki: "Whether it's coincidence or fate, I think it's up to each person how they perceive and choose to interpret it."

Maury: "So, it's up to oneself to govern fate. Is that what you're saying?"

Mitsuki: "I didn't mean to make it sound so dramatic."

I couldn't tell what he was thinking, but his voice seemed to lower slightly toward me. Or maybe it was just my imagination.

(I feel like I didn't answer well.)

(But how could I answer such a difficult question out of the blue?)

It made me feel unsettled, like I was back in my student days.

Student: "Excuse me, Professor Maury, we have a question."

Without waiting for a response to the knock, the door to the laboratory opened, and several students entered the room, only stopping in their tracks upon seeing me.

Student: "Oh, sorry! If you're with a guest, we can come back later.”

Mitsuki: "No, it's okay! I'm done here, so I'll take my leave!"

Taking the chance to leave, I bowed and hastily exited the room.

Galileo: "Are you suggesting it's fate, then?"

Student: "Professor? Is everything alright?"

Galileo: "It's nothing."

Galileo, who had been glaring at the door through which Mitsuki left, turned on his heel as the student addressed him.

Galileo: "I'll fulfill my purpose until the end."

The words he muttered didn't reach anyone's ears.

*sigh*

(That was nerve-wracking.)

I stepped out of Professor Maury's room and let out a deep sigh.

Just then, the person I originally came to see arrived.

Isaac: "Mitsuki? Why are you coming out of Professor Maury's room?"

Mitsuki: "Isaac!"

After changing locations and explaining the situation while handing over his lunch, Isaac shrugged his shoulders in disbelief.

Isaac: "I see. I'll talk to the university president about this later."

Isaac: "Even though he's someone I know, carelessly handing important documents to someone is a big no-no."

Despite his complaints, Isaac's demeanor seemed to convey a sense of familiarity with the president, and he chuckled.

Although he had mentioned before that he struggled with socializing, it seemed like his job as a professor was going smoothly.

Isaac: "Anyway, when you came out of the room earlier, you looked kinda tense."

Mitsuki: "Oh, that. I was just feeling nervous around Professor Maury."

Mitsuki: "Hey, Isaac, what kind of person is he?"

I asked, and Isaac tilted his head slightly.

Isaac: "I don't really hang out with him much, but he's an astronomy professor and quite knowledgeable in physics. I find discussions with him quite fun."

Isaac: "But the students are intimidated by him. They call him 'the wrangler' behind his back."

Mitsuki: "The wrangler? T-That's quite an aggressive nickname."

(He doesn't look like he was into fighting, though.)

Isaac: "Just so you know, it's not like he gets into physical fights or anything."

Isaac: "Whether with students or professors, if something doesn't make sense, he'll relentlessly pursue it until he exposes the mistake."

Isaac: "Do you know Galileo Galilei?"

Isaac: "He lived a bit before my time."

Mitsuki: "Yeah, he's the famous guy who said, 'And yet it moves.' He's really popular."

Isaac: "Well, Galileo was of a similar type, and he was called a 'wrangler' too."

Isaac: "If Galileo lived in our time, he'd definitely be like Professor Maury, hence the nickname."

Mitsuki: "I see!"

(That's the first time I've heard that about Galileo.)

Isaac: "I need to get ready for my next lecture. Thanks for bringing my lunch."

Mitsuki: "Sure. Good luck, Isaac."

As I waved goodbye to Isaac, I found myself nodding in agreement with what I had learned.

(Professor Maury sure gives off a vibe that doesn't tolerate mistakes.)

(I just talked to him a little yesterday and today, but I could imagine him relentlessly pushing someone without much respect.)

(But I guess it's only natural for a researcher.)

I suddenly thought he might be the type who goes after the truth and faces it head-on, with no compromises.

That night.

I had another nightmare.

Mitsuki: "Nnn...ugh..."

(It's hot. It's hard to breathe.)

(Is this a dream or reality?)

In a certain room, "I" was lying on the bed.

My body, unable to move as I wanted due to a high fever, was being worriedly watched by my parents.

Mother: "I'm sorry for making you suffer like this."

Boy: "Mom, Dad, I don't want to die."

Father: "It's okay. You were born miraculously, so you'll definitely pull through."

At that moment, rude footsteps barged into the room.

Mother: "You!"

Pureblood man: "We cannot let you disgrace our clan anymore."

The eldest among the men who had barged in spoke to my mother, whose face turned pale.

Pureblood man: "You, a noble pureblooded vampire, dared to mate with a lowly human male."

Pureblood man: "What's more, you've given birth to this vile half-breed!!"

The old man pointed at me with eyes full of hatred and disdain.

Pureblood man: "We do not acknowledge the existence of impure blood like yours, nor do we recognize those who produced such impurities."

Pureblood man: "Kill the woman and this kid now!"

Father: "Stop! Don't lay a hand on my wife and son!"

Mother: "No, don't! Run!!"

In my hazy vision, my father, who shielded my mother and me, was attacked by the vampires.

The blood drained from his skin, and his body, drained of life, collapsed to the floor.

Mother: "Please, Master! Please spare my son!"

My mother, covered in blood from being stabbed, still clung to the old man, but he raised his sword.

(Ah, they'll kill me again.)

He plunged his sword deep into my chest, along with the bed.

As my vision turned red and my consciousness faded, all I could think was:

(Why am I hated?)

(Why am I being killed just because I was born a "dhampir"?)

Previous Part ╎ Masterlist ╎ Side Story 1

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp jp #ikevamp galileo #ikevamp translations #ikevamp spoilers #cybird #galileo galilei

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ophelianated · 2 years

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I'm just going to go ahead and say it

Sebastian is fucking LOADED

Not only in the 21st century but in the 19th century as well.

Yes, I am willing to elaborate, explanation below.

(I don't even know why I made this post, just go to the tags if you want to skip the boring part, I'm serious)

I'm not sure about the exact size of the mansion, but I doubt that Comte of all people, the richest rich bitch in all of Paris, would hold back when designing a home. There is over the top, and then there is Comte. God knows he loses all sense when it comes to spoiling the people he cares about, so I bet that place is HUGE. I'm going to make an uneducated guess (based on the short and no-doubt superficial research I did in the past hour) and place the combined number of indoor and outdoor staff needed to run that place at around 90-100 minimum. Meaning that Sebastian does and has been doing the work of A HUNDRED PEOPLE ALL DAY EVERY DAY FOR YEARS!! SIR WITH ALL DUE RESPECT AND CONCERN HOW ARE YOU STILL STANDING EYE--??!! (I hope he uses his days off coz I would die)

Also, I firmly believe that Comte is the type of person that takes the whole "if someone does the job of two people, they should be paid the wage of two people" thing very seriously (as he should). He can and will give Sebastian the combined wage of 100 servants and then some to show his appreciation for all the work he does, don't test him.

Sebastian, the ever humble sweetheart that he is, damn near fainted when he heard how much he was going to earn. He would have been more than happy to just have room and board and the opportunity to observe the residents, he didn't expect to be PAID, let alone such an astronomical amount (compared to how much a butler earned in that time which, spoiler alert, was jack shit). He tried to refuse, but Comte basically said "well, if you're not going to accept the reward for your work, then you might as well not work..." hearing which Sebastian was like "are you threatening me monsieur?" and Comte went "yes" with that amiable yet stubborn smile of his and so Sebastian just sighed the biggest sigh of his life, said "so be it" and accepted the thicccest bundle of bills any butler has ever held in history.

He spent almost nothing from it since he started working, he just has a whole-ass fortune in cash lying around in a drawer next to his bed. I would even go as far as to say that he has more money to his name than half the "greatest men in history" he's nannying.

(don't mind me, I'll just be here nerding out at the smallest possible details that nobody cares about)

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp sebastian #ikevamp comte #providing minor and irrelevant headcanons is what i was put on this earth to do #it's just an interesting dynamic i think #the overly generous employer and the overly humble employee who are also friends #and both are kind of dumbasses #so there's a lot of hilarious nonsense #comte finding increasingly creative and ridiculous ways to give sebas money #and sebas setting traps and resisting in any way he can #comte is a good employer #he won't have anyone slaving away in his home for free if he has a say in it #he will duct-tape their salary to their body one bill at a time if he has to #and sebas is like 'I'm not WORTHY' as he intentionally messes up the accounting #(that he also does btw)#so comte won't notice that he put the money back in his hands so to speak #except comte wasn't born yesterday #he knows just by the smell of a bill if something's not right #so he checks sebas' stash and lo and behold all of it is missing #and thus the cycle continues #and as usual the tags are more interesting than the actual post #good job me

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y4h3l1n · 2 months

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Tengo una idea, sobre un AU (Universo Alternativo) pero de Apocalipsis zombie, con los hombres de Ikemvamp. (No Vampiros 😞)

I have an idea about an AU But with zombie apocalypse with the men of Ikemvamp. (No vampires 😞)

Zombies can only be killed by removing their hearts or heads. It would also work to cut them in half.

Los zombies solo pueden ser asesinados quitándoles las cabezas o corazónes, también serviría cortarlos a la mitad.

They are blind, they could only hear or smell.

Son ciegos, ellos solo podrían oír o olfatear.

1 Part, I use a translator, Without checking. A lot "they" SORRY

Le comte and Leonardo are like the most strong and the most experienced, They are friends before the apocalypse came. And they decided to unite to fight against the living dead.

Le comte y Leonardo son como los mas fuertes y mas experimentados, ellos eran amigos ya antes que empezara el apocalipsis, y decidieron unirse para Luchar contra los muertos vivientes.

They are between the ages of 35-45.

Estan entre las edades de 35-45.

Napoleón, Jean they were in the army before it started.

Napoleón y Jean estaban en el ejército antes que empezara.

They did not know each other until after they met with Comte and Leonardo.

No se conocían antes, hasta que después se reunieron con Comte y Leonardo.

Napoleon is 26, Jean is 23.

Napoleón tiene 26, Jean tiene 23.

Vincent and Theo, They lived in peace, Vincent was a famous artist who uploaded his paintings to social networks and Theo helped him sell them. Unfortunately, their family could not escape with them, now they only have each other. Luckily they found some survivors (Comte, Leonardo, Jean and Napoleón.)

Vincent y Theo, vivían en paz, Vincent era un famoso artista que subia su arte a las redes sociales, y Theo le ayuda a venderlas, lamentablemente su familia no pudo escapar con ellos, pero por suerte encontraron a algúnos supervivientes (Comte, Leonardo, Jean y Napoleón)

Ages: Vincent 30, Theo 27

Isaac, Arthur, Dazai, The iconic trio.

Isaac was a teacher at a university despite his young age. A true prodigy. Arthur is a new doctor who had high expectations, by day he is a doctor and by night he is an excellent mystery writer. Dazai He works at Isaac University Library, so I saw him often. Also a famous writer on social networks, It simply remains anonymous.

Isaac era un profesor en una universidad a pesar de su joven edad, un verdadero prodigio. Arthur es un nuevo doctor con altas expectativas, por el día es un excelente doctor, y por la noche es también un excelente escritor de misterio. Dazai trabajaba en la universidad de Isaac, en la biblioteca. Así que lo veía muy a menudo, además es un famoso escritor en la redes sociales. Pero es anónimo.

In a coincidence, the three ran into each other in an elevator when the apocalypse began.

Es una coincidencia que los tres se encontraron en un ascensor cuando el apocalipsis empezó.

Obviously Arthur and Dazai annoy Isaac but protect him. They met Napoleon and Jean on an expedition For the resources.

Obviamente Arthur y Dazai molestan a Isaac pero lo protegen. Se encontraron con Napoleón y Jean en una expedición por los recursos

Ages: Isaac: 22, Arthur 25, Dazai 30

Mozart a piano prodigy, A famous musician but somewhat complicated. He was invited to a wedding he didn't even want to go to, to play the piano.

Mozart un prodigio del piano, un famoso músico pero algo complicado, fue invitado a una boda que no quería ir para tocar piano.

He accepted the invitation, but in the middle of the wedding, the people went crazy, they were infected.

Mozart escaped, and he doesn't really know how he got to Comte.

Mozart escapo, y no sabe realmente como llego donde Comte.

Mozart Has 29 Years old

Sebastian was the second to last to join Comte's survivors. A normal person who followed the art of Vincent, the music of Mozart, the stories and novels of Arthur and Dazai. A university student That he liked Professor Isaac. It's like a dream and nightmare for him.

Sebastian es el penúltimo en unirse a los supervivientes de Comte, Una persona normal que seguía el arte de Vincent, la música de Mozart, las historias, novelas de Arthur y Dazai, Un estudiante universitario que le gustaba el profesor Isaac. Es como sueño y pesadilla para él.

Age: 24 years old

You the reader, You were traveling, and you wanted to go sightseeing, but unfortunately you arrived a little before it started To begin the apocalypse, You can't go back to your country. You have to survive more than ever. You've been in the apocalypse for more than 2 months, and you found a refuge.

Like a ray of luck, you found the survivors of comte.

Tu el lector, estabas viajando y querías hacer turismo, pero lamentablemente llegaste un poco antes que empezara el apocalipsis, no puedes volver a tu pais, así que tendrás que sobrevivir lo que mas puedas, ya tienes 2 meses en este apocalipsis, y encontraste refugio.

Como un rayo de suerte encontraste los supervivientes de Comte.

Age: +18/-45 years old

William, Vlad, Faust, Charles, Drake and Galileo In the second part.

William, Vlad, Faust, Charles, Drake y Galileo en la Segunda parte.

#ikemen vampire español #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp napoleon #ikemen vampire dazai #ikemen vampire leonardo #ikemen mozart #ikemen vampire sebastian #ikemen vampire arthur #ikemen vampire vincent #ikemen vampire theo #ikemen vampire jean #ikemen vampire isaac #ikemen vampire x reader

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nirikeehan · 1 year

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i may have sent another ask with prompts and maybe twice (if so, sorry!!) but just in case i didn't i have another one: encourage from the da lovers prompts for thalia/cullen??

No worries, this is the only prompt I got from that day! And what a lovely prompt it is. 🥰

I wound up pairing this with TWO others, because they fit together so well. From @contreparry:

And from @queenaeducan:

So here is some mildly spicy nonsense that I wrote after falling down a research rabbit hole about medieval dresses. Enjoy!

For @dadrunkwriting

WC: 858

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The gala was over, the two of them back in their chambers in the Orlesian estate. Cullen loosened the collar on his scarlet Inquisition uniform jacket and sighed in relief. “That went about as well as we could expect.”

“Better, I’d say.” Thalia stood before a full length looking glass, eager to remove the tedious layers of fabric she’d had to don for the occasion. She loosened the sleeves on the ornate mauve gown and worked the bodice over her head. She’d plaited her hair into one long braid, wrapped into a bun high on her head, and it loosened as she removed the dress, falling down her back. “As long as we stay on the right side of the Comte, I think we ought to have his alliance until…”

She trailed off, noticing Cullen’s gaze on her from across the room. She suddenly felt self-conscious, standing before him in only her chemise and stay, although of course that was foolish. She shifted her weight on her stockinged feet, feeling her cheeks warm.

“Like something you see, Commander?” Thalia asked lightly.

Cullen startled as if out of a trance. “Sorry,” he said, clearing his throat. He stood there, looking vaguely chastised, holding the blue sash he’d removed from his uniform. In the dim candlelight of the chamber, she could make out the curve of his collarbone under his loosened collar. “I just… you’re beautiful, that’s all.”

Thalia’s pulse quickened as she bit her lip. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

Cullen let out a breathy laugh. “Listen to us, carrying on like awkward teenagers.”

Thalia stifled a giggle and turned toward the mirror. She took hold of her braid and slowly began to unravel the thick length of hair. She caught hold of his reflection and said, “You could always come assist, you know.”

Cullen strode up behind her. He traced his finger from the nape of her neck to the hem of her chemise, and down the curve of her shoulder blade, where the stiff structure of the stay wound around her back. His hand lingered there as he leaned in and softly kissed her cheek. “May I?”

“Of course.” Thalia’s fingers stilled, and she waited, skin alive from where his had grazed her.

After a few moments, he hadn’t moved, and she looked up at him, flicking the braid over shoulder. He was studying her garments as he might the map of Thedas in the war room.

Thalia laughed softly. “Is a woman’s stay proving a wily enemy?”

“Er, not exactly.” His fingers circled the top of the stay, searching for an opening.

She turned to him, guiding his hand to the space between her breasts. “This one laces in front. So that I can do it myself.”

“Ah. I see.” He pulled slowly at the knot tied in the hollow of her chest, brows furrowed, steady gaze on the task at hand.

He looked so serious. Thalia stifled another giggle. The knot gave way, and she let out a sigh as the whole garment loosened. “That’s better.”

Emboldened, Cullen took hold of her waist and angled her gently toward the light. “Hold still,” he murmured, staring at the front of her stay as if devising a plan of attack.

Thalia bit her lip, desire threading through her, and did as instructed. He worked the laces from their eyelets, the gentleness of his touch causing her breath to catch.

“Does it hurt, to wear something so restrictive?” he asked.

“Not usually. No more so than wearing armor, I’d imagine.” She smiled, remembering the first time she helped him out of his. So many interlocking metal pieces — she’d laughed and laughed because they never seemed to end. “Though I don’t always wear them, as I suppose you’ve noticed. They go best with gowns, or if you don’t want ah, everything flopping around on the battlefield.” Thalia laughed. “Am I boring you? Too much talk of a lady’s undergarments?”

“You could never bore me,” Cullen said, with a softness to his voice that never failed to send a thrill through her. He finished with the lacing and helped her disentangle the stay from her arms. “Where should I put this?”

“I’m not sure I care right now,” Thalia admitted. Now only in her chemise, she stepped closer and wound her arms around his neck.

Cullen laughed, leaning in for a kiss. “Well, it seems improper to throw it on the floor.”

“We’re staying in a manse that belongs to a Comte. I’m sure the servants will come by at some point.”

“All right, all right.” He tossed the garment over her shoulder and onto a nearby armchair. “At least that way it won’t get dirty.”

“Your attention to cleanliness is admirable,” Thalia said, taking hold of the lapels on his uniform jacket. “But are you certain there’s nothing else here more pressing?”

He gazed down at her, brown eyes warm in the candlelight. “Only if you’d like there to be.”

Thalia took his hands in hers and led him slowly over to the bed. “Well, in that case, perhaps a lady could use some help with removing her stockings…”

#thalia trevelyan #cullen rutherford #cullen x trevelyan #fics #dragon age drunk writing circle #fluffuary2023 #the “trying something new” is cullen trying to understand women's underwear lmfao #maybe one day this will become a full smutfic but for now it's innuendo and awkwardness lmao

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