#ikemen sires

[bunnyreaper]

Idk if you have a vampire au but uhm,Imagine Price as like a Vampire who sired the rest of TF141 making them his spawn,and like...we are humans who stumbled across them and of course they find us so cute and precious and they decide to keep us. Of course we're a little frightened but oh!~ Price's eyes are so pretty and he holds us close and safe,and he said we belong here and,,,why were we frightened again? We don't know but master said we belong to him and the others and he just wants a little nibble.

(Also i hope your nap was restful! You are loved and appreciated!)

ikemen vampire x call of duty WHEN ????

i would happily let vampire!price do anything he liked to me ever!! im imagining belonging to him but when he's feeling kind he lets the boys take a little drink!!!

#bunny mail #i love and appreciate u mwah!!

[honeybeewhereartthee]

THE CORE

@valeriele3 x ikemen! Core fae

"greetings~ do you want some candies, Sire Valerie?"

I heard someone ask me as I wake up in white space. When I look up I saw someone smiling at me offering me candies.

"Ah... We shouldn't accept candies from strangers but your good looking so thank you!" There's a sin if you deny free stuff. I accepted the candies as I look around the place. The stranger stares at me before they snap their hand and a cute fluffy gem cat appear in their hand. Mika.

"MIKAMIKAMIKA!!" I reach out to hug the kitty who meows happily in my arms before looking at the stranger. "Hey you seem familiar... What's your name?"

"my name? I have many names. It all depend who share my preceptive and life in each stories..." They giggle before they look far off distance, thinking deep about something. "At some point we share a name... Or do we? Sometimes people would think i and them or you are different people..." A soft smile on their face as it they think of the past.

They held up their right hand on their chest and a crystal heart appear.

My eyes widen as I realize who they are. "But we act differently. I am human and you are not..." I thought about it, something they decide to do in the story might be things I don't wish to do at all.

"I guess we are different. My fate works differently than you do. But I do enjoy you sharing my preceptive and at some hopeless thoughts of mine that we share the same name." They start to Hum a tone, I wonder if I said something bad or not but they stared at their imaginary watch. "Ah... Times up. " They stared at me sadly feeling hopeless. They reach out to held my hand but ask permission which I comply holding my right hand they give a soft kiss on top of the back of my palm as they kneel before me.

"thank you for admiring me and giving me identity as me even so you and I are meant to share the same identity."they Gaze at me with eyes that seems to mirror my image like clear water. " Dearest stranger behind the black glass. I wish we can meet one day and I'll tour you around the worlds beyond and let you meet all the mika and Kuma you wish."

The surrounding slowly start to crack as I heard a familiar voice of Kohaku Oukawa in far distance calling out for the core fae. who stood up and pats my head before giving me soft kiss in my forehead-- making me blush at the affections.

the whole seen slowly fade away leaving with the smile of the fae last thing I seen that seems to look forward to see me again.

#core fae

[sparkbeast20]

MC & 1 of their devil ikemen: *enter the bedroom*

Asmodeus: What do you smell, Phenix?

Phenix: It’s l-love in the air, sire.

Asmodeus: No, it’s s3x in the air. (Apparently, he has a powerful but creepy power that he can literally smell out whether someone is having s3x and whom they are sharing the bed with).

Beelzebub: Hey buddy! You're stealing my thing!

Beelzebub: I'm the one who can smell sex!

Asmodeus: Not this again- Look Beelzebub, I can "Sense" if someone is fucking someone else-

Phenix: Luckily their fucking Dantalian

Beelzebub: Damnit! Bael! I thought you said that Stolas was in there with MC!

#spark's answer #hi klein :3 #whb ask

[leonscape]

@saltedcelery thank you for asking some questions!

✏️ Do you write every day?

no, sadly i don’t. i try to write everyday, but it doesn’t always go as planned because of school stuffs and house stuffs. and sometimes i just don’t feel motivated to write. but i think that writing everyday would probably lead to burnout (unless it’s a journal).

🤔 answered here.

🧠 What’s an idea you have that you can’t quite call a WIP yet?

the ikemen vampire fic i was thinking about. it never got its own special file cabinet in my brain it’s still just floating around in the void of ideas. it’s possible i might actually commit and write it all down but it’s not a one shot so it’ll take some planning. unlike the ikesen fic idea i had, i haven’t really chosen names or really settled on any specific details. but essentially, it’s about a girl from the sengoku era that becomes a vampire and ends up at le comte’s mansion. she befriends le comte’s son (or leonardo’s i haven’t decided who i should give children to lol) but she learns how to live a simple life and she learns how to see the beauty in the world through the different mediums of art. but a small little twist: kinda like how napoleon was a different kind(?) of vampire, she’s also different; her eating habits require the blood of a vampire instead of human. it’s kind of taking a bit of inspiration from isaac as well if you know what i mean. and also i thought it would be interesting if she was sort of bonded to comte as well? like if she ever met vlad and he tried to mind control her, he can’t because her loyalties belong to her sire.

there’s still a bit more questions i haven’t answered but y’all could ask anything if you’re curious about a certain thing 🦁💕

#ask sui #ikemen prince #ikepri #celebrating 200 followers

[lordhelpme0-0]

Olga and Her Descendents Shenanigans:

Olga and her descendent are doing what they do best, being either feared or admired (plus causing chaos)

Part 1, Part ??

It was a normal day in the Ikemen

Cybird universe. The residents and historical figures are having the time of their life. There is no such thing as an MC in this universe.

Merely a multitude of historical figures created by the fandom. Yes, we’re breaking the fourth wall here cause it’s me, ya blog, the cool narrator~!

You might have known me from Aunti Yanli has Enough one-shot. Yes, there are bloopers,you die hard fans and simps for boobies and abs.

My sibling that is seen everywhere is Classic Narrator, but they’re on break so y’all have me. Ahem! Now where were we?

Script: I can’t believe we’re doing this ever after high style…

Shut up Script, no one cares. Today we’re talking about these closeted gays and romance.

Script: what ever [curtain furls]

Can’t wait to give you to William Shakespeare.

Script: do that, and I report to Technical Difficulties. You overrated cringey worthless trash. This is why no writers have you as a part of their work.

…Can’t wait until I beat you, you anti-detail oriented piece of shit.

Script: back to you, cringe eating worth of dogshit. [fake arrows darted out]

…

Script: …

Anyway, back to the main point. Olga was merely resting in one of the many unneeded drawing rooms there are. A knock can be heard. “Come in.” Her voice magnetic and commanding. Lo and behold is Alexei. Grinning as he dash towards the Saint. “Babushka! Babushka! You wouldn’t believe what happen!”

Olga chuckled, “oh? What is it dear?” Alexei grinned, “well, as you can see…I messed around either cousin Vlad. I cut up some of his strawberries and fed it to Lady Định’s water buffalo! Soon, I went into Anastasia to help with my new scheme of dropping a bucket of milk onto Dazai! He was sleeping, of course, on a TREE! Later on, I helped with Her Majesty, Zenobia, on her new pranks at Monsieur Gilles, Sir Worth, gramp Alexander, AND Salieri! Oh! There is even the turtle war going on between me and Sir Arthur! We betted Director Theo that our Turtles will beat his herd of frogs! We won of course! So we got Theo to do some errands! Apparently Sir Arthur wanted him to get a pretty skirts addressed for him! Where is this pretty skirts? It’s such an unfamiliar term to use. And who is this Mr or Madam Pretteskirtz? Babushka! Babushka! What do you think???”

By the almighty, that boy can talk. You think he be good at some auctioning?

Script: shut up or I’ll do the sort of Olga reaction.

Saint Olga, get it right anti-detail style.

Script: …I wish I can strangle you like they did in plays.

Anyway! Olga blinked as the information sunk in. A bit confused on why Alexei would be this hyper over turtles and pretty skirts. Sighing, it seems she will need (you gotta) to give Arthur a talk about using such vulgar frivolous terms around her many greats-grandsons.

Smiling, “you’ll know what a pretty skirt is later when you’re grown. Do tell, what is this about turtles? Also, you mischievous child, you better write an apology to those poor Sires.” Scolding lightly as Alexei pouted.

“Babushka~! It was harmless!” She rolled her eyes at her grandson antics, “harmless they say. That’s what your cousin Vlad always says. Have I ever told you of his ‘harmless’ ways? He would push stakes across his strawberries and giggles. Next thing you know, he injured his tutor cause the royal tutor ‘mocked’ him. That child will always be a headache.” Alexei quieted as he heard the rants of Vlad antics.

“The only good thing that has graced that troublesome child was that girl. Yes, a human girl. Kind she was, and beautiful. Pity she died later on. Soon wives came and went. He would drank his meads and alcohol. Before Comte came after his many trips, he was lighthearted and fun. Then it got worse, both had a fallout. I’m grateful they will soon come close.” Alexei grinned, “they certainly did with ‘Stasia help of course! Do tell more about Cousin Vlad antics!”

Damn, he was a troublemaker..but Comte was worse.

Script: how you know??

The things their creators will alway says on different social platforms. Their theories are quite something! Even if it was thirsty…

Script: lololololol

“There would be no such telling.” A whimsical yet mysterious voice interrupted. Alexei and Olga turned around. Olga raised an eyebrow to see Vlad in all his glamour. Alexei frowned at the man, before huffing to go behind Olga.

Olga chuckled at Alexei's behavior as Vlad stride towards her. He lowered down before pecking his grandmother on the cheek. “I’ve got something Babushka, it’s your favorite!”

Olga smiled as she saw the beautiful flowers of fidelity. “Oh thank you, I’ll add it to my garden.” She petted Vlad and smoothen his strands as the man rested his head on the woman's lap.

Alexei sticks out a tongue before clutching himself to Olga on the other side. Both of the vampires stared at each other as if to test. No shit Sherlock. Olga rolled her eyes as she mindlessly stroked both of the men's hairs. “Have you both done your paperwork as I requested?” Soon the hand that was comforting lifted to the ears. Tweaking the earlobes as both men hold onto the strong lady wrist. “Is it a yes..or a no?”

Script: she the OG and the matriarch no question asked.

Shut up and let me continue! Throws a chair at the script.

Script: [hisses]

Vlad winced at the immense pressure while Alexei continued to ask for mercy in Russian. “They haven’t Babushka.” A melodious voice entered as a raven haired girl and a white haired woman stepped in. “Lacrimă!/ Ileana!” Olga smiled warmly, “ah! If it isn’t the beautiful flowers that have sprouted? Come, sit dearies.”

She let go as Vlad and Alexei pitifully gripped their injured ears. Ileana sighed at her uncle and cousin. Lacrima giggled at her grandfather and great uncle's pain. Lacrimă skipped over before pecking onto the Saintess cheeks as did Ileana.

Olga laughed merrily as if she did not injure some fool's ears. [Script: lol] “Lacrimă child, how was your day?” The girl smiled, “fabulous Babushka! Picnics and work of course. When will you come by Sir Faust chapel?”

Olga hummed, “another time, dear. I’ve grown fond of the chapel by the town square.” Ileana nodded, “me and Jean just got back, I’ve got some gifts for you.” Olga humbly accepted it as Ileana pecked the other side of the Saintess' cheeks.

Meanwhile, both Alexei and Vlad glumly pouted at being ignored. Vlad stood up before embracing three of the women. “Oi, don’t forget about me..!” Lacrimă laughed, before pecking Vlad cheeks who grumbled more.

Olga was not amused whatsoever, then again, when has she? “Troublesome child, why don't you go do your paperwork?” Feeling more rejected, Vlad pouted. “But Babushka~..!!! I don’t wanna do work!!” He whined about who Olga did not listen to.

Seeing this, Alexei ran towards them before clinging onto Ileana who rolled her eyes at his antics. “Babushka! Can Alexei not do work?” Olga sighed, “no.” Alexei deflated like a balloon.

Script: lmao, acting cute did not work.

When has it ever? Now stop interrupting.

Since that didn’t work, Vlad hugged his granddaughter. “Lacrimă~! Why don’t you help your old man out?” Lacrimă sighed, “I’m sorry, but Babushka is the Matriarch of the family. Not to mention, she has the final say.”

Alexei turned to Ileana, opening his mouth.

“No.”

“-but I didn’t say-!”

“Sorry, but no.”

“…”

“cmon!!”

“Great-Grandma said no. So no.”

“Pooh! You're no fun.”

“Sorry, can’t do.”

“What about uncle? Will you help him out?”

“No Uncle Vlad. You’re on your own.”

“…”

Script: talk about double whammy.

…shut up.

Script: *pulls the finger*

Pulls right back.

Considering that the plan did not work, Olga turned to pull both of the men's ears. She then twisted their ears with no remorse.

“Let’s go do some paperwork, shall me..boys?” Her face darken as she closed eye smiled at them. Vlad and Alexei gulped under the piercing gaze. “Yes Babushka..,” both murmured defeatedly. Ileana eyes twinkle in amusement with a calm face as Lacrimă laughed softly at their pitiful form.

“Girls, check on Maria and Anastasia if they are finishing their paperwork.” Olga called out as she dragged both vampires out. “Yes Babushka~!/ Yes Babushka!” Both smiled as they followed behind Olga towards their destination.

Bloopers:

Lo and behold Alexei. Grinning as he ran— never mind…he tripped.. “OW!!” “ALEXEI?!” Olga rushed as she inspected Alexei who pouted at his negligence.

Laughter was heard in the background as Charles fell over crying at it. Faust sighed as Tatiana ran over to check on his brother.

Định sighed as she nodded to the blooper person. They smiled at the young romanov before clicking, “Take 2, action!!”

Alexei grinned, “well, as you can see…I messed around either cousin Vlad. I cut up some of his strawberries and fed it to Lady Định’s water bumpy-! BLYAT!!!”

Everyone reputed in laughter, as Olga rested her head with her hand as she tried to stifle the amusement. Alexei threw his brooch down in anger. “AHHHH-!!”

“Pfft-!!! Take 15, action!!”

Alexei grinned, “well, as you can see…I messed around either cousin Vlad. I cut up some of his strawberries and fed it to Lady Định’s water buffalo! Soon, I went into Anastasia to help with my new scheme of dropping a bucket of milk onto Dazai! He was sleeping, of course, on a bee!!” “…” “FACK FRENCH!!!” “FACK ENGLISH! FUCK EVERYTHING!!” Alexei then went on a rampage in anger.

Arthur and Theo are dying on the floor, crying. Olga turned as she laughed on William’s shoulder. Lacrimă is covering her face to hide the tears of joy as Alexei continued to curse.

“Pfft-! Hehaha! T-take..<snort> 26..!!! Action-!!!”

Alexei grinned, “well, as you can see…I messed around either cousin Vlad. I cut up some of his strawberries and fed it to Lady Định’s water buffalo! Soon, I went into Anastasia to help with my new scheme of dropping a bucket of milk onto Dazai! He was sleeping, of course, on a TREE! Later on, I helped with Her Majesty, Zenobia, on her new pranks at Monsieur Gilles, Sir Worth, gramp Alexander, AND Salieri! Oh! There is even the turtle war going on between me and Sir Arthur! We betted Director T-thah..FUCK!!” Alexei threw his script onto the floor as he stomped on it.

Sir worth bend over cackling as Napoleon is being supported by Wellington who is turning his head to hide the giggles. Zenobia had to have tape on her mouth as tears welled up.

“AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

Script: insert more angry Russian noises

Lol!

“Take 58, action! Haha!”

Alexei grinned, “well, as you can see…I messed around either cousin Vlad. I cut up some of his strawberries and fed it to Lady Định’s water buffalo! Soon, I went into Anastasia to help with my new scheme of dropping a bucket of milk onto Dazai! He was sleeping, of course, on a TREE! Later on, I helped with Her Majesty, Zenobia, on her new pranks at Monsieur Gilles, Sir Worth, gramp Alexander, AND Salieri! Oh! There is even the turtle war going on between me and Sir Arthur! We betted Director Theo that our Turtles will beat his herd of frogs! We won of course! So we got Theo to do some errands! Apparently Sir Arthur wanted him to get a pretty skirts addressed for him! Where is this pretty skirts? It’s such an unfamiliar term to use. And who is this Mr or Madam Pretteskirtz? Babushka! Babushka! What do you think??? YESS!!! YES!! I DID IT!!”

William slapped his forehead as he slouched over the co-director seat. “Lord Romanov! Thou mustn’t follow thee words in such crude manner!”

“…FU-!”

The whole- hahaha! S-studio filled with laUgTheR- BWAHAHAHA!!!!!

“Take- HAHA!! 73! Action!!!”

FUCK YOU!!

Script: RIGHT BACK AT YOU ASS!!

I DONT EVEN HAVE AN ASS!!

“*sigh* Take 174, action!!”

Olga chuckled at Alexei's behavior as Vlad stride towards her..before falling down as the pot clashes in pieces. Mega fail, dude.

“…” “UNCLE!!!!!” “GRANDPA!!!”

Script: Hello darkness my old friend~! It’s nice to see you again~!

Shut up.

“Take 185, actioned!!”

Olga chuckled at Alexei's behavior as Vlad stride towards her. With a green screen bandaid. Buts that not the poi-!

“Take 186, actioned!!”

Olga smiled as she saw the beautiful flowers of fidelity. “Oh thank you-!”

“Nya~! Ichi ni san, nya~! Arigato~!”

“…”

“Nya~! Ichi ni san, nya~! Arigato~!”

“Whoops~! My bad, everyone.”

“Dazai, what in gods name-?!”

“Na~! Apple-kun, it’s my new ringtone~! Haha!”

“CAN YOU NOT REFER TO ME AS APPL—!!”

“Take 189, action!!”

Alexei turned to Ileana, opening his mouth. Before he can say anything, Ileana was looking at her phone. “Ileana.” Silence. “ILEANA!!” “WHAT?!?” Alexei nudged towards the camera.

“Oh…wait-! We’re filming right now?!” Lacrimă sighed, “what else do you think, dumbass?”

“Oh..”

“no shit Sherlock.”

“Lacrimă!!!”

“Sorry Aunty Tatiana~!!”

“Take 213, action!!”

Both smiled as they followed behind Olga towards their destination. Before Olga can make it out the door, a loud fart could be heard.

“…”

“Ew, it stinks!”

“No shit Charles.”

“Whoops! Sorry for my flatulence!”

“Yes Wellington, again, sorry!”

“Gilles..that was you?!?!”

“*covers nose* Take 360, action!!!”

Tagging: @pieground @yanderepuck @spoopy-fish-writes @a-chaotic-dumbass @sange-de-romane @vio-simps-for-purple-characters @evil-quartett @weird-profiterole

#ikemen vampire #Ikevamp #Ikemen vampire Oc #Ikevamp oc #Ikemen vampire residents #Ikemen vampire resident rivals/ past rivals #basically a crackpost #imagine #bloopers #oneshot #shenigians at its finest #posting in its finest

[wafflesdenweaselsside]

I wanna play a game.

For the people that see this, based on this blog alone, who do you think are my favourite suitors from each of the ikemen games?

(Totally not doing this so I can pick one to attempt to cosplay. No-siree. Never. I’m the most decisive person I know)

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen series #cybird ikemen series #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen sengoku #cybird ikemen #ikesen

[spoopy-fish-writes]

Jean with long hair,,,

Good night now, I'm tired 💜

Click for HQ. Do not repost or claim. Only reblog 💜

@edensrose @a-chaotic-dumbass @shad0cat @rurifangirl @kaeyas-beloved @daisiesandshakes @simplycuriouscourage @namine-somebodies-nobody @101waystobeadumbass @shameshomalo @ikesenfangirl @mellohyi @your-local-ikemen-simp @wtf-0w0 @themysticalbeing @fangirlinindia @skatercashew @character-design-who @ikesimp100

#kinda stole the quote from one of my angel!jean fics that ill probably never post but yano #also believe that there's no way that Jean's eye is the only olace that has a scar #i will still never give him an adams apple trans jean is like 45% of my will to live and I will die on this hill #ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikemen vampire jean #ikevamp jean #ikevamp fanart #ikemen fanart #ikemen vampire fanart #not 100% sire whrre i was going with this but it went somewhere + im tired so its okay

[yukihime03]

Whenever people find me near places where shit’s going down... 😏

#no siree not going to help or anything #i’m just going to enjoy the show and eat popcorn #ikemen sengoku #akechi mitsuhide #tokugawa ieyasu #ieyasu’s b day fest story event

[naresnani]

God Between us and All Harm

Fandom: Ikemen Prince | Chevalier Michel / Male OC | Words: 1.495

Tags: NSFW, War setting, Chev is king, loyalty/devotion love, mutual masturbation 

Notes: Hello hello again. This fic is based on @xxsycamore and @chaosangel767 's Be My Valentine Content Creation Challenge prompts, and I'm not going to tell which prompt it is!

This original character had showed up before in my fic, Sleipnir’s Second Limb. Hayes Elfrind. Basically he's one of the military generals under Chevalier. And this is set decades into the future.

OH yeah and I incorporated one of my trans headcanons in this fic. If you don't like it, just live and let live.

Summary:

At night comes silence comes fear comes ghosts comes wardens of bad news and Gods that brings mercy only to the most pious.

Why have you come here in the first place?

The Obsidian desert suffocates all forms of life. Mosquitoes, ticks, the fly that follows your ear however you slant them. The deep, dry sand levels out into a rocky surface and your feet no longer sinks. The canvas tent in front of you reminds you of all the weight on your shoulders arms chest gut and ankles. Just a whole lot of things crushing you. So crushed you almost feel light. You took a deep breath before listening in, and then, intruding. The enclosed space relieves you from the dry cold outside. 

His Majesty sits on his engraved Blackwood desk. A stout lump of wax is holding up a flickering light near his face. He looks up from his papers, whoever which fate is turned up on them, and looks at you as to tell to stop inviting in more insects from outside. 

When you step fully in his quarters, you feel like a tall lump of dirt. 

Nods and bows and technical sorts of silence. "...Recon returned three minutes ago. Your Majesty might need to hear them urgently."

He looks at you blankly. In a lack of acuteness, you took that as a 'go on,' "they found that the Generalissimo has gained forty miles since his last position," you start, swallowing coarse saliva. "They seem to have forced march. Recon saw supply carts and artillery abandoned. They're routing slightly off to the North."

The King did not shift his expression, but he nods. And a short hum leaves him. And he ignored you for his parchment. You don't get it. "... Sire, they're trying to outspeed our maneuver."  Your tongue is thick, heavy in your mouth. You dread speaking out of your scant life. "We might not have time to regroup our luring troops with our main body. They're, they're eating the worms while the hook is sixty miles behind them. We'll be feeding them."

Nothing. You press your feet slightly forward. Your nails dig into rubber soles. "We can still retreat the northern flank. I am told, His Highness Dompteur, he is prepared for this very thing. Your word, Sire." 

Nothing. Yet nothing. This animal is giving you nothing. Your bloodstream is covered in brambles. This has to be done quick, right now, you just need his speech . You cannot be told to herd half limbed men out of their horror again. You can't take another steed to ride behind the entire campaign, days apart from him just because you're the only one he trusts not to desert, leave their men, not even while that far behind. 

You have land, now, Hayes. You can have children and bloodline and a throne of your own if you wish to. And you can build apart from me. You can leave my side without hurting.  

He's the one that puts you far behind, right in front of the barrel of Obsidian guns, walking amongst the wounded and corpses. Because you cannot leave his side no matter what. No, of course he knows that very well. 

You can't take another disaster. And yet nothing, nothing. Void.  

You sucks up dust. "... By, by the rate of how fast they're moving, Your Majesty, we only have until, well I am told, approximately-" 

"Elfrind." 

His voice halts your throat. Dries any drop of moisture left in there.

"Are you not tired?" His voice, stirs, faint. Like dunes wafting. What answer was that question supposed to ask? 

He wipes clean all your reconnaissance information. You are in the tent on the rock surface near the Blackwood desk on your rubber boots. "For you, Sire. I cannot be."

The King bows. Frowns. With slow, exact movement, he reaches forward to pinch the candle out of its dim life. 

You cannot see. But when your eyes adjust better you notice clearer lines on his face, clearer streaks of time, of exhaustion. Black ink smearing palm and fingers. 

He sighed long, deep. He leans a hand on the table to stand up. "Don't be obtuse, Hayes. Rest easy. We move at dawn. We reach them at noon. And you will ride west of me. Is that not right?" 

You... nod. That's your entire fate in list form. 

He walks past you towards his cot. 

"Are you scared?"

"Pardon?" 

"Are you scared." He steps closer. "Why have you gone here in the first place?"

"I...." 

"Gilbert von Obsidian is capable of forcing a march even amidst the most unlivable conditions. I have known." Might as well there be a knife against your chest, against an opening between your ribs. "We'll face their decaying troops. Are you afraid of that?" 

"I am not."

"Good."

He placed a hand on your shoulder so he could descend slower onto his bed. A body of accumulated war, injuries, time; years and years and years of

you kneel down beside him. Gently slides off his cape and coat and brushes the speckles of sand off his bedding. When you lay him down and you feel heavier, a force is pulling you to fall down. A gentle force, because down here, you would be falling into

A snap of fingers echoed between you. The King lay astride his bed with your arms around him. He asks again why have you come here in the first place. 

You don't know, you don't know, the night is. there are rats all around your bed burying undersand ready to eat you in your sleep. Answer the question when your superior asks you, have you not been in the military for decades?

Be frank with me. I told you you're required to be honest. 

Your Majesty there are remnants of dead men peeking through my tent along every wind that passes, they watch and judge me with hollow eyes and they do not let me sleep.... 

You bowed your head down onto his chest, like you're pressing a prayer onto him. Or you are asking God a prayer with him as surface. King Chevalier wraps his arm around you. Lends you his shoulder. Pulls you from the world outside. Suddenly a decadent part of you wants. It takes. There's so much wrong in there it twists any speck of reprieve into something you want to rob and seize. 

"Hey," his voice is close, loud. It's nowhere near as potent anymore. "Tell me what you want right now."

Your lips are cracked shut. You don't think you can ever speak anymore. 

"Your silence is not honesty."

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty."

You pray on the tip of his shoulders. On the crook of his neck. Upon him taking a breath you pray on his breast. He pulls you close and whispers something you cannot parse, and he takes your neck by his teeth. A prey would shout or struggle but you shut your eyes waiting for him to tear into you. 

"Take off your armor, Hayes."

You do as he asks, the sound of iron echoing against carpeted rocks. The bed is small for two grown men. You can feel your heartbeat on the tips of your fingers and his heart in your chest. He chews on your skin, he skins you shoulder to waist. He drags your hand where it shouldn't be. Through a hasty loosening of garments you feel where his hardness should be and instead find coarse hair, tenderness. A spot that presses deeper inside him. You're confused, and your heart beats wider, wondering why would he let you do this. How could I. How could I

Hayes , he breathes, and you move your fingers just as well, whereas he had taken hold of you in his palm. You haven't felt like this in a long time. Everything is crashing down all at once. You want everything all at once. To be mauled by him while devouring him whole and be teared down to pieces by him tatters just shred me apart. Just tear me down skin to bone for the vultures to ravage. Crush me between your teeth. I want you and everything to end here. I can't take this anymore. 

He wipes up your tears with his thumb as he squeezes every ounce of release out of you. You wail and cry, and press your fingers deeper, tighter. You wave the heel of your palm against him the way that he pleases, the way that lets him breathe louder, fuller. Let him bore down the weight that's been coiling in him. He claws on your back and presses himself tighter, closer. Until there's no more room to breathe, no air to speak, nothing to think. 

Everything is drenched beneath, and between, but you loathe to leave his embrace. It's been minutes, and there's an eternity of safety you never thought existed in this corner of the universe. 

You waited for him to fall asleep, before you could clean him up. Praying above his heart. 

God, if you ever have me leave him during this endless war, please let me leave him in love.  

Notes: Yes, this is supposed to be the Feb 9th prompt.

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Selenophile (M) | IkeVamp Comte

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Comte de Saint-Germain/Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit/18+/NSFW

Word Count: 5k

Summary: You’re just a girl who fell in love with the moon, and got lucky enough to have him love you back.

a/n: Always thought Leonardo would be my first, and then Faa happened (~˘▾˘)~ All those Daddy Comte conversations sent a hoe tumbling into love. Also told myself this was going to be short and sweet, and in doing so, played myself. Sorry about that. 

Also, for Thirst Purposes, we’re going to believe that Comte can bite her without turning her. 

Warnings/Tags: explicit sexual content, vaginal and oral sex, mentions of blood due to vampire bite, this is my love letter to Daddy Comte, pretend im v romantic, also another episode where I had fun with online translators French speakers please don’t kill me

Selenophile (n.) a person who loves the moon. 

“Here’s the next stack, and please, try to finish them before dinner?” 

Collecting the last of the stray envelopes on the desk, you jog them and place the stack in one corner. Narrowed, aurum eyes watch you over the top of a letter. “These aren’t quite as urgent, so you can have a look at them later.” 

“Mm,” the Count sighs into his cup for the fifth time, no doubt waiting for you to turn around to see what’s got him so down. Your eyes drift to the ostentatious bouquet of roses in the corner of the room, a soft, blush pink this time, before you squint at the seal on the last envelope. Placing it on top of the pile in front of him, you smile down at his pursed lips and pleading eyes.

You know the gentlemanly persona is just one of the many facets of the Count’s personality, and it seems to be the one he chooses to adopt when amongst company. Your relationship thus far has been nothing short of an adventure, complete with adversaries and sacrifices, and a man that can take your breath away with just one little smile.

He loves, and lives to spoil you. He delights in drawing you into his arms and kissing you as he stealthily clasps delicate necklaces around your neck and slips bracelets set with sparkling gems onto your wrists. It still makes you uncomfortable at times, but the way his eyes shine when he admires the way they rest against your skin, a pleased smile tugging at the corners of his lips–it kills any real motivation to protest. 

And when he undresses you, with a soft-spoken request to keep the jewellery on, you’re hard-pressed to find any real reason to object. It’s all part of his favourite evening game; with you completely bare, wearing just the priceless trinkets he’s picked out for you. His seat of preference is the armchair he pulls up to the front of the bed, from where he calls out his requests for you. You can say no, you’re expected to tell him if anything makes you uncomfortable, but when he tells you to spread your legs a little more, to finger yourself a skosh slower, nearly panting as the smell of your arousal–all you feel is hot, dizzying lust. 

To see the wild lust lurking beneath that noble veneer, to open your eyes, trembling through the aftershocks of an orgasm, and see the sheer hunger in his face as he strokes his cock. The way his fangs sink into you speaks of rapidly fraying control, sending agonizing ecstasy pumping through you as he makes you come again.

You enjoy teasing him. It’s a dangerous game to play in front of the ever-observant residents, especially a certain author who would love nothing more than to see you seduce their sire. You had nearly gotten caught just once, when he had had enough of your games. 

A brush of your fingers, over his shoulder. A stroke of your thumb over his knuckles, and if you were feeling bold, weaving your fingers through his hair. A lingering kiss on the corner of his mouth and feel the air between you grow heavy. Just a quick pet at the nape of his neck and pulling away before he could lean into your touch. 

He always catches on almost right away, and gives you serene smile in response, a gentle warning. Only once had his patience spun out of his control and he pinned you to a bookshelf in the library, slipping a hand under your dress as he crushed his mouth to yours, hissing when he discovered the lack of a barrier between your legs.

You were sure he would have taken you right there if not for the sudden, loud whistling of a jaunty tune–a hint that you weren’t alone in the library. Still, he had considered it for a moment. You could tell by the look on his face–all he had to do was make sure you stayed quiet. 

But then Leonardo started singing, completely off-key and almost insistently, as if warning him off. It was the confused whispers from Isaac, no doubt wondering if Leonardo had lost his mind, that finally had your beau stepping away.

Even now, as you pour him his afternoon tea, you can feel his eyes doing a full sweep of your figure, longing and wondering. He’d been away on business for the past two weeks and you’ve missed him terribly. He had only gotten back yesterday, and you’ve somehow had your hands full with errands and tasks for the residents and no time to spend in his arms.

Although, if you must be perfectly honest, you have had a little fun leaving him with affectionate kisses and tender whispers before you rush off to attend to the next task. 

“How is your day going, ma chérie?” he asks, accepting the cup with a soft smile. 

“Well enough, I’d say. Sebas is going to teach me how to make coq au vin, so please look forward to that!” you inform him, stars in your eyes. You pretend not to notice the way his smile grows just a tad strained, no doubt at the realization that you’ll have your plate full today as well. 

“I can’t wait to try it.” His sincerity is genuine, though, and you have to restrain yourself from climbing into his lap, striding over to the door instead. “Darling?”

You turn back to see him hesitating, searching your face for something before sinking back into his armchair. 

“Have a wonderful day.” 

There’s hunger in his eyes and your heart pounds within its cage. 

“You too. I love you,” you add, unable to help it, and you’re glad you did because of the tiny smile curling along his mouth as he echoes the words back at you. 

This waiting game can’t go on much longer. He hasn’t lost his composure the way you had secretly hoped to see, but it seems that his patience is running out.

You rarely find chances to spend together during the day, and today is no different. Dinner takes up much of your time, and after you find yourself swept up in conversation with Napoleon and Isaac, cleaning up takes more time than you had hoped.

As Sebastian shares what he had discovered about Napoleon’s sparring preferences, while you dissolve into helpless giggles at his enthusiastic reenactment as you scrub the dishes, the Count stops by for more tea. 

“Ah, still here? It’s quite late, you must be tired.” He watches over the rim of his teacup as you study at a plate, before wiping at a barely-visible smudge.

“We’re nearly done, Sir. Not to worry though, it’s always fun when we work together,” your companion assures him, and you shoot him a quick grin.

“That’s right. And we do make a great time, don’t we?” You raise your hand, and with a half-hearted roll of his eyes, Sebastian smacks his palm against yours. 

“I suppose we do.” 

You turn to Comte just in time to catch his small smile, and your own fades slightly as he turns to leave with a low, murmured goodnight. 

Even as you hurry through your bath, rushing to your room to change and don a thin robe, the hint of melancholy in his smile stays with you and apprehension courses through your veins. 

It wasn’t quite jealousy. It’s tempting to play that game, but usually, you avoiding it. He’s a gentle, benevolent man, but the Count does not wear jealousy well. Thankfully, the only resident you run into on your way to his room is Vincent, who asks no questions, only wishing you a pleasant night with a knowing smile. 

His chambers are empty and you find him standing in the balcony instead, the summer evening pleasant and soothing on your skin as you step out. His head is tilted back, and you realize he seems to be studying the night sky. With the soft, shimmering moonlight eager to paint him in its subtle tones, there’s an ethereal glow beneath his skin.

He shines brighter in the sunlight, but in this moment he truly looks like one untouched by the grasping hands of death in any of its forms, blessed by Selene herself or perhaps, she chose another form, one that is surely far more beautiful than any other. You wonder if that makes you Endymion, the spellbound mortal to his smitten immortal, desperate to do whatever it takes so you never leave his side, destined to be together forever–but only in your dreams. 

“Come join me, ma chérie.” He sounds almost distracted, and curiosity bubbles up as you step up next to him. 

He’s more underdressed than you’ve ever seen him outside his room; clad only in his white shirt and slim pants. He always appears to be svelte, but with the soft fabric stretching taut over his shoulders, clinging to his narrow waist, you can only try to keep your eyes off his backside. An unbuttoned collar reveals a slender neck, his tie hanging loosely over his chest, his sleeves rolled up to his toned forearms, a glass of half-finished blanc in one hand.

He doesn’t look away from the sky, staring at the stars as if they hold the answer to all his questions. You choose to look at the moon while it observes the stars, studying him quietly, wanting to get closer before thinking better of it and coming to a halt, waiting for him to gather his thoughts. 

Always out of reach, but always returning to you. 

Or perhaps you’re the moonflower instead. Yearning for the light, for it to find you. With its quiet, yet all-consuming love; too bright for you at times, but even if you close your eyes you know its there, its soft light embracing you, giving itself over to you and sinking into your bones, its love unchanging. You thrive in his arms, blooming to life at his touch, the marks left on your skin always fading but you’re content to keep the one left on your heart, a quiet claiming.

He sighs and rakes a hand through his hair, caramel bangs falling haphazardly over his forehead, before turning to you with a rueful smile that breaks you out of your musing. He finishes his drink with one last sip and sets the glass down to the side, on top of the balustrade.

“Forgive me, darling. I’m feeling a little out of sorts tonight.” 

The muted atmosphere falls away as he turns his back on the sky to look at you, and you wonder if the stars think him foolish for it.

“Anything I can help with?” You take his hand in yours, clasping it between your palms and watch as a hint of mischief upturns his lips. And you realize it doesn’t matter if all the planets in the sky call you fools, as long as he never stops smiling at you.

“Perhaps. All day, I feel as if my most precious, mon trésor, has been a tad elusive.” He reaches out to tuck an errant lock of your ear behind your ear, his finger trailing down the length of your jaw as you tilt your head, adopting a thoughtful look.

“That doesn’t sound good.” 

“Not at all,” he agrees, assuming a downcast expression, although his eyes still glint with purpose. “Every time I reach for her, she slips right through my fingers, leaving with me nothing but the memory of her warmth.” 

“Oh, but that’s dreadful,” you gasp, holding his hand up to your chest. “What fool would try to elude you?” 

He smiles a little, leaning in conspiratorially, his mouth ghosting the shell of your ear. You can barely keep from smiling as your stomach clenches in your anticipation. 

“One who takes joy in teasing her poor, desperate lover,” he breathes, winding an arm around your waist as you try to slip away, your palms braced against his firm chest. “All day, she smiles at me, and with every smile I’m left wanting nothing more than to kneel before her and take everything she chooses to give me.” 

His next breath leaves him on a shudder as you turn your head, your lips skimming the length of his jaw.

“With a man like you, is there really ever a choice? You make a woman want to give you everything she has.” 

His smile is truer as he kisses the tip of your nose, while the hand on your hip inches lower. His eyes are bright, almost glowing and you’re struck mute as you watch his long lashes flutter. “As I should. After all, when a woman holds the power to take her lovesick fool apart with a smile, the fool can only try to aim for the same.” 

“If this fool tries anymore, there won’t be anything left to take.” 

“And, perhaps, then I’ll stop fearing her distance.” His lips trace the length of your neck, his nose pressing to your skin as he inhales deeply. “And the fear of her being ripped from my arms will fade.”

You press your lips to his temples, love and sadness tight leashes around your heart. “Then I suppose I’ll keep giving you everything I have.” 

His palm slides further down to cup the swell of your rear. “Your love?” 

You kiss his cheek. “You have it.” 

His licks at the pulse point on your neck, and you tremble in his grasp. “Your body?” 

“Yours.” A gasp leaves you when he sucks at the skin harshly, satisfied at the mark blooming to life. There’s a scrape of something sharp against soft flesh, and your knees grow weaker when you realize it’s the sharp-edged tip of a fang. 

“Your happiness?” He tugs at the sash holding your robe together, loosening it to reveal your underthings. Brimming with his desire, his eyes are molten gold as they bore into yours.

“With you.” He kisses you, gentle and deep. Your hands meet at the nape of his neck, tugging him down so you can slip your tongue into his mouth. A low noise of protest escapes you as he pulls away to kiss his way up to your ear. 

“And yet, you’ve been denying us both the pleasure of each other’s company.” He nips at the lobe of your ear, squeezing your ass gently, his tone dipping into something sly as he continues. “Then I see you laughing without a care with Sebastian. I...I cannot help but wonder if I’ve robbed you of the happiness you deserve.” 

You can’t help the quick roll of your eyes. “Any happiness I deserve is the kind I want.” Your fist the hair at the back of his head, tugging it back to look him in the eyes. They waver in the face of your fierce affection, his lips parted as you tug harder, but you don’t back down. “And I want you.” 

He sighs, but his chest quivers beneath your touch.

“Such ferocity. And no power in the world could make me give that up.” He isn’t teasing anymore, but he slips a thigh between your legs, using his grip on your ass to pull you forward. Your fingers dig into his shirt as you try not to gasp. “Ah, I’m afraid you are stuck with me.” 

You run a hand through his hair as he ducks his head to pepper kisses all over your neck, and down to your collarbone. 

His tongue draws slow, maddening circles over your skin. “So earlier in the kitchen...that wasn’t an attempt to drive me to jealousy?” 

 “I barely have to attempt, but no, it wasn’t.” You hide a sly smile in his hair. “Why, were you actually jealous?” 

“I’ll admit I do find myself rather put out when I can’t have you all to myself. And knowing how deeply you’re coveted…” He pauses. “So you were playing games.” He lifts a breast from the soft fabric of your bustier, tucking the cloth underneath as he squeezes it gently. Even as your body begins to throb under his ministrations, you throw a nervous look over his shoulder to ensure nobody’s in the gardens. “And the roses you received in my absence?” 

You roll your eyes, half-hearted this time, even as your heart attempts to inch its way to your throat. “A gift for you, no doubt, from your oldest friend.” 

He chuckles, soft and dark, and it goes straight to your pussy “A gift for me they were not. Perhaps an attempt to entice my lady love while I was away?” 

“A failed one, then. My heart is perfectly content where it is,” you retort, a pleased smile breaking across his expression before he clears his throat and looks at you seriously. 

“Even so. The very thought of somebody else’s hands on you–a touch uninvited by us, that is–I will not stand for it.” 

“What do you suggest we do, then?” A soft palm slips down his abdomen, and he smirks down at you.

“I have a few suggestions. Each more depraved than the previous, and none you will approve of.” 

His mouth closes over a nipple, sucking harshly, and this time you do moan.

“So-somebody might hear us!” Even so, you push his thigh back to push your hips into his, your lips parting at the press of his clothed arousal between your legs.

“Good. I feel that they can all do with a reminder of who you chose. Including me.” He bites down and you’re helpless to your combined lust in the way you grind against his erection. “This should be a fact they can never forget.“ 

In a quick movement, he’s shifted your positions, leaving you half-sitting on the balustrade. And then he’s sinking down to his knees, urgently planting hot kisses on the inside of your thighs as he spreads them. You can’t tear your eyes away from the entrance to the balcony, afraid that someone will walk in. 

A soft click catches your attention and, incredulous, you look down to see him looking all too pleased with himself, holding your foot up to admire a delicate anklet studded with–

“Those better not be real,” you warn, and he simply smiles at you, pressing his lips to your ankle as his other hand slides up your leg. His tongue traces the skin surrounding the jewelled band, and all the fight leaves you, not that there was much of it in the first place.

He looks happy, after all.

He pets your clothed sex, moving on too smoothly for your liking. “Sometimes, I wonder. What would they think, if they smell you on my breath?” 

He pulls the barrier of your panties aside; you can barely suck in a breath before you feel his tongue, hot and deliberate as it sweeps along your glistening slit. 

“My, my. You’re nearly drenched. Does making me suffer bring you this much pleasure?” he teases, smiling up at you before closing his lips around your swelling clit. Your teeth sink into your lip as you hold your voice back, but he presses his teeth to the flesh, almost biting lightly and a loud cry forces its way out. Your hands are wrapped around the surface of the railing, knuckles white with strain, and with each second he spends sucking at your bundle of nerves your moans get frustratingly louder. “Good girl, let me hear you.” 

You freeze when voices from the garden reach your straining ears. His tongue pushes past your entrance.

He won’t stop. 

You can feel it building in you, the slow, familiar sweep of pleasure ready to greet you, and you know you don’t really want the others to hear you scream as you come. Your thoughts begin to cloud over, and you have to act. 

“Please?” you whimper, threading your fingers through his hair. He freezes in place. “Not here.” 

He peeks up at you, groaning when he catches sight of your face, lower lip jutting out and eyes pleading with him. “Princess, how am I supposed to punish you when you make that face?” 

“I’m sorry,” you say as sincerely as possible, your smile clear in your voice. 

“I shouldn’t be lenient,” he mutters, kissing the skin where your thigh meets your hip. “And it’s so lovely out here.” 

You reach down to cup his cheek, unwavering in the face of his pouting. It’s the Van Gogh brothers down in the gardens, and you’re sure one of them will end you if you subject his brother to the sight of the Count taking you in the balcony. “Do you really want someone to see us?”

He hums, kissing your palm. “Maybe.” 

You fight to keep the grin off your face as you school your face into something thoughtful and shy.  “I could...I could show you how I’ve been touching myself while you’ve been away. I’ve missed you so much, I...did it almost every day.” 

He stares at you. 

“You, mon coeur, are bad, bad woman.” Desire flashes, burning bright, in his eyes. “Fine, if that’s what you wish.” 

You can only laugh as, before you can feign innocence, he sweeps you into his arms, tugging your robe closed as he practically sprints through the doors. His growls at the way you lick down his neck are warnings, the flash of his fangs at you arousing you more than you would have once thought possible. 

“I couldn’t sleep last night, wondering if I should just give in and sneak into your room. Wake you up with a sweet kiss or with your cock in my mouth,” you whisper in his ear, sucking at his earlobe. “You always like that.”

“___,” he warns, even as his grip tightens. “I’m not joking, my love. Say another word and you’ll live to regret it.” 

You nod solemnly. He looks satisfied as you grow closer to his chambers. Just as the doors are in sight, you catch his attention with a quick oh! 

“I used the hairbrush you gave me once. Just a little bit–”

He kicks the doors open and tosses you on the bed, striding back to slam them shut. There’s that dark, unforgiving sort of lust in his eyes and it’s exactly what you’ve been craving. You slip your robe off your shoulders as his thumbs hook into the waistband of your panties, leaning over you to get them off as you pull the bustier over your head.

“On your back. Spread your legs, you know what to do. I want you ready for me.” He brushes your hair away from your forehead. “And darling–you will not come.” 

Your fingers pause in their light stroking. 

“Comte?” 

“I know you heard me. Your first for the night will be with me. Allow me this, please.” He runs a warm palm up the length of your leg, and to your slight surprise, he takes a seat next to you instead. “Go on, show me.” 

You’re inexplicably nervous at first, with him looming over you, but with the way his hands glide over every inch of your skin, tender yet possessive, and his mouth sampling wherever it pleases–it doesn’t take long before your hips are jerking up into your hand. His fingers caress your soft breasts, tugging at the pebbled peaks, sucking until they appear nearly swollen.

You peek up at him, catching the slight bob of his throat as he looks at the fingers sinking into your heat. You don’t think twice before slipping them out and holding them up to his mouth, and he takes them into his mouth with a soft groan and you take this wonderful opportunity to peek at the tent at the front of his pants.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” he says, but doesn’t stop licking until your skin is free of your slick. 

“You just looked so hungry, I couldn’t help it.” He doesn’t argue and doesn’t fight you when you pull him down next to you. He just watches you, fervent and patient, breath growing heavier as you unbutton his shirt before shifting your attention to his pants, tugging them down his toned thighs, smiling at the wet spot in his silk underpants before you help him pull them off.

His hips jerk up when your tongue circles his nipples, his hands digging into the sheets as you lick a warm path across his collarbone, a choked groan leaving him when your hand sneaks past his neglected cock to cup his balls. But as you’d suspected, his patience is nowhere to be found tonight as he groans and yanks you up into a torrid kiss.

“I thought you were going to punish me,” you manage to ask in between his heated kisses, hot jolts of arousal sparking through you at his weak moans as you stroke his cock, spreading his slick along the length. 

“Later,” he mumbles, dragging his tongue along your jaw, his abdomen taut as he twists under your touch. “Later. I need you.” 

He sits up, his tongue still licking into your mouth, and his hands are everywhere. On the nape of your neck, down your spine, digging into your waist, squeezing your ass. Urgent, needy sounds escape his mouth and send your blood pumping through you. 

It’s one of those nights.

You hold him close, even as he moans at the slow rut of your hips against his, your dripping entrance sliding over his length and back, and his fingers dig into your skin as he looks at you through half-lidded eyes, lips never too far from yours.

There are times when he loves a slow, unhurried seduction, to woo you and take his time pampering you. And there are times when he all he needs is to lose himself in your heat, needs you to peel back his carefully crafted layers and dig into the man underneath, to pull him out and hold him to your chest. This man who loses his composure, who throws his head back on a near-silent moan as you sink onto his length, who clings to you as you begin a quick, harsh tempo. 

“I’ve got you,” you whisper, your voice breaking, spine arching when he slips in deeper. “I’ve got you.” 

He holds on to your hips when you falter, stopping you from rising up and keeping his cock deep in you. “Ma moité. If I could, I would stay here forever. I would keep you in my bed, bury myself in you and never move again.” 

“Fu-,” you gasp as he grinds deeper, as if trying to gain access to your very soul, to get his hands on what makes you you and hoard it for himself. He thrusts up, his grip on your hips helping you move against him, forcing you harder onto his cock.

“Mm. Je t'aime et je t'aimerai pour toujours.” You shudder as his honeyed tone roughens into a rumble. He kisses you, hard and fast, and your mind can’t muster up a coherent thought as he bounces you in his lap. 

Comte stops to rise to his knees and press you into the bed, hooking your legs around his waist. He continues to push deeper, with his cock and his body, until your legs are bent, thighs nearly touching your sides. 

“Hold on tight, darling.”

You’re going to need tomorrow off, you realize in a distant part of your mind as he rears back to slam his hips into yours. Your head crashes back into the plush mattress, muscles straining as you try to meet his thrusts. The refined persona sheds completely and his fangs slip out, and your breath catches in your throat, your cunt clenching tight in the face of the other side of him. His hair is in complete disarray, falling wildly around him, his eyes are all greed and lust, but his hands are gentle as they slip into yours and pin them above your head. 

“You’re so beautiful. So bright,” he murmurs, pressing rough kisses over your breasts, groaning at the taste of your skin.  And you can only laugh, at this moon turned man kissing his devotion onto your skin when you’re burning inside out with desire and elation, when you’ve managed to draw the moon down into your arms and hold him in your arms. 

“I love you,” you sob, trembling with the force of his thrusts and the ardour in his gaze. The anklet jiggles where it hangs over your ankle. You drop your head back, baring your throat to him and you can feel him struggle with his overwhelming need as he whines low in his throat and leans in.

“And I love you.”

His fangs graze your skin ever so lightly even as he pounds into you, and with one last thought of how there probably hadn’t been any point in retreating to the bedroom, you scream as his fangs break through the barrier of your skin. One of his hands slips between your legs, pressing insistently. 

“My name, ma chérie. Say my name.” 

It leaves you on a broken moan as you come hard around him, your walls squeezing him frantically, and his hips stutter as he continues to suck greedily, his sinful moans muffled by your skin. You can’t stop trembling as he pumps himself into you, mind-numbing pleasure stealing your mind away. His mouth leaves your skin just as he loses control, a warmth filling your trembling sex as you watch him swallow dazedly. 

His pupils are blown almost completely wide as his licks around the edges of his lips, hips slowing to a stop as you both look at each other, chests heaving, skin slick with sweat. His blinks rapidly at the taste of your blood, looking half-intoxicated, eyes raking over your flushed skin and wild hair.

“...are you alright?” he asks gently, and you can’t quite speak just yet, nodding mutely in response. He licks the puncture wound clean, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you up, shuffling around the bed until he relaxes back into the pillows with you clinging to him, his softening length still buried in you. “Could we stay like this for a while?” 

“Mm. Yes, please,” you finally mumble, and he holds you tighter, smoothing his hand up and down your back. “Feels nice.”

He laughs softly, and you muster up all your strength to shift up and kiss him straight on the mouth, the taste of copper strong on your tongue. You brush past it insistently, tangling your tongue with his as you swallow his soft noises. He keeps you there, breath mingling, smiling fondly as you fight to keep your eyes open, your skin pleasantly warm against his.

His skin is bright with the afterglow, every line of his face relaxed, and you marvel at how unguarded he looks right now. Even now, moonlight falls in through the windows, trying to reach him, but he’s content to kiss the tip of your nose with a soft mwah, repeating it despite your complaints about sweat. You return it, stretching up to reach his nose, and it turns into a swift exchange of kisses until you’re both smiling like complete fools.

“...Did you really use the hairbrush?”  He sighs softly, tucking your head under his chin. “I would love to see that, but I can always get you better toys.”

Your responding snort is more amused than disgruntled. “Would that include ones I can use on you?”

He’s quiet for a moment, before pressing his slow smile into your hair, the rise and fall of his chest steady under your cheek.

“Mm. Anything you want.” 

Translations:

ma chérie: my darling 

mon trésor: my treasure

Mon moité: my (other/better) half

Je t'aime et je t'aimerai pour toujours: I love you and I will always love you/I will love you forever

ending note bc I can’t shut up: the moon was so gorgeous last night, I actually stepped out to get a better look. It seemed to have an almost golden tint to it, which made me think ‘Ah, yes. Comte.’ And then I rushed back in. Yes I’m that b*tch. Romance, baby. its 6 am i havent slept 

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp comte #ikemen vampire comte #le comte de saint germain #ikevam comte #will i ever stop rambling nervously in my posts #a question for the universe #ok i've agonized long enough #im posting and going to bed #IM DONE #any editing will have to wait till i wake up #if i f*cked up somewhere...pm me plz #ikevamp #ikevam

[readerinsertfanfiction]

kamemom sliding in! i lied, i didn't go to sleep yet. so idk, if you ever get free time or are in the mood, could you give me something sweet and short to indulge in? i feel like chewing someone, as always. you know who i like so idk, go with whatever you'd like. please and thank you. also, we got alpacas at home. i gave mama right to name one, but idk what to call my own, so i will let you name an alpaca when you come over 🦙 they fluffy

Kamemom ❤️❤️❤️ seems like neither one of us are getting much sleep, true mother and child, aye? 🤪🤪🤪

Bitey bitey, hue hue :^) lessee since you let me choose the character I will go with Vlad, since I have only written for him once and I liked that.

Also alpacas!!! 🥺🥺🥺 honestly don’t let me name anything. I’d probs come up with something like Allapack or Fluffy or Appa etc...

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Character: Vlad

“Yes, just like that.” Vlad’s words encouraged you as he pressed your head down, gentle fingers tangling up your hair as he guided you closer against him. Your mouth pressed against his pulse, the smell tantalising as you felt a burning ache in your throat. Despite the picture of grace the male’s hold on you was firm, as he wouldn’t allow you to squirm away. A squeeze in your rear is what forced your lips to part, newly formed fangs revealing itself as they almost instinctively graced over the delicate skin of his neck.

“I’m going to teach you how to drink,” the pureblood spoke, his voice soothing as his fingers ran circles at the base of your neck, calming you down, easing you in his lap. “I want you to become an independent rose in my garden,” he continued, voice barely a whisper now as he pressed a kiss against your temple. Red eyes fell shut as he buried your face further between the space of his neck and shoulder, a sharp gasp escaping you.

“Your fangs will easily pierce through. It will be like biting an apple,” he soothed you when you stilled and froze, your human instincts refusing to reconcile with your new nature. The need to drink was burning and you were so thirsty, but something within you was still afraid. Afraid of what you would be after your first bite, afraid that you wouldn’t be able to stop.

Sensing your fear Vlad sighs, his heartbeat still going on that same calm beat that seemed so unnatural to you. Nothing about the man signalled the same fears you held as his other hand starts to soothe your back, his touch surprisingly warm.

“Stop,” he commanded and you felt your body still once more, this time the sensation was different as you held no command over any of your muscles, Vlad’s voice being the only solace you had.

“I’m your sire. I can stop you if I want to,” the man explains and you feel yourself relax again, your body growing slack against the pureblood who chuckled softly, “I want you to bite me out of your own will, however,” he whispers and you feel a thrill run over your spine as you gulp harshly, the thirst in your throat suddenly thick.

Tentatively you start to nibble, to test out the skin there. You feel Vlad tense under you, another chuckle escaping him as his hand holds the back of your neck firmly.

“That tickles,” he says but not in disapproval and you find the courage to be bolder, your mouth opening wider as you press your fangs against his skin, carefully, dragging them and you can feel his smile in the way he hums.

#ikevamp vlad #ikevam vlad #ikemen vampire vlad #ikevamp #ikevam #ikemen vampire #ikevamp x reader #ikevam x reader #ikemen vampire x reader #vlad x reader

[mod-kisa-blog]

In other news I made some Ikemen Vampire ocs.

Julius Ceasar, high vampire, thinks of himself as royalty and demands to be treated as such. Kind of a snob. Loves accessories. Always looking after Voltaire because they share a sire.

Voltaire, werewolf vampire hybrid. Tries to act like a gentlemen. Gets very angry if you talk about religion around him. Can never tame his messy hair. Has baby face. Was changed to vampire after almost getting killed by a werewolf. Differences between him and Rene are he has very light brown hair and black brown eyes

Rene Descartes, vampire, loves numbers. Will talk your ears off with math. The others find him too perky and bubbly. Has never had a relationship or been kissed. Gets embarrassed when these things are brought up. Rene has a reddish brown hair and brown eyes

Mark Twain, Vampire, grumpy book worm. Loves cats. Always writing. Looks tired because he writes to much. Is coffee addict. Gets very annoyed by Rene. Very pale blond hair and grey eyes.

#mod speaks #mod rambles #mod gets obsessed with video games

[alloveroliver]

The Cradle, Vampire Alternate Universe HC.

Ikemen Revolution

A/N: I couldn’t get this AU out of my head after I wrote my last vampire fic! Below you will find a HC for all the suitors and then some. Lore is down at the bottom with a list of traits and weaknesses. Let me know what you think! I will be doing more with this HC soon so stay tuned!

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Neutrals:

Oliver Knight is human during the day (always an adult) and a vampire during the night. He makes an amber synthetic ether potion and sells it. He also works with humans and makes weapons to protect them from the Vampires. Never killing them, only incapacitating them until the humans can get away safely. Got turned into a vampire by accident after an experiment with vampire blood and magic went horribly wrong.       

Harr Silver also makes ether, but he gives his away to Loki to sell. His ether is from naturally grown plants out in the forbidden forest. He specializes in clear ether and pink, (the aphrodisiac)  to everyone's surprise. Harr hates that he became a vampire, making him bolder when he is hungry due to his survival instinct. He has a bit of self-loathing going on. His magic seems to be gone, but it's replaced with superhuman abilities he prefers. Still teaches Loki magic.

Loki Genetta is a vampire-human mix. He was born to a father that was a vampire and a human mother. He’s able to use magic since he is part human. Sells Harr’s ether during the day since the sun only gives him a bit of a sunburn. He wears his hood to hide his skin. His vampire family shunned Loki for being a halfling, ignored by his human family for being a ‘monster,’ and picked up by ancient vampires at the magic tower for his unique abilities.

Blanc Lapin is an ancient vampire, yet neutral. He's been around longer than anyone can count. Used to use his hypnotic stare to sway women to let him feed on them for many years. Now he's tired of that and refined to just asking nicely since vampires are more common. He drinks the ether that's meant for the humans, and no one can figure out why.

Black Army:

Ray Blackwell is a vampire that fails to feed regularly. His friends were worried until they realized it was his own way of curbing his superhuman abilities. He's able to control his hunger, even when he's beyond thirst, to slow down his body's capabilities. This makes him feel less like a monster and can focus on his tasks as King. Wants to be sympathetic to the humans in this regard. Has lots of willing women from the territory to feed on if he ever needs it.

Sirius Oswald exhibits signs of being a vampire. Sharp teeth, superhuman strength, pale skin, immortality, drinks blood. Yet, he can walk in the sun just fine. He seems to know more than he's letting on, but everyone is curious why he’s so different. Disappears often but always gets his job done beforehand.   

Luka Clemence was born into an old vampire family. All of the members have vampirism. He watched his brother go through brutal training to be in control of his thirst, but Luka was given free roam. Since he was the second born and not designated to titles, they allowed him to feed on whoever he liked. Play dates as a child ended badly due to his unending thirst, but he didn’t understand how horrible it was until he was older. After understanding how brutal he was as a child, he taught himself how to hold back, and prides himself on his self taught strength.

Seth Hyde holds it together pretty well until he’s hungry. Seth is always happy go lucky and keeps up a front that everything is fine. Deep down he's deeply disturbed by what he's become and is disgusted with himself. Yet, his instincts take over, and his mind switches into survival mode to feed. He hides his past from everyone but somehow knows random facts about the ancient vampires that the public doesn’t know, catching everyone off guard. 

Fenrir Godspeed has a particularly rabid form of vampirism. He goes to Oliver for a potion that settles him down. Forgetting to take it, he will fly off in a blind feed. He has the capability of killing an entire village in a matter of seconds before his mind gains control of his consciousness again. Keeps this extra potion on him at all times.

Red Army:

Lancelot Kingsley is an old old vampire, but not as old as Blanc. He’s also able to use magic to everyone's surprise. He can only become magical when he’s fed recently. He keeps a vile of his lovers (or someone's) blood with him at all times just in case. He feeds frequently, indulges really, to make sure he's the strongest he can be at all times. His father and mother were part of the ancient vampire race.

Jonah Clemence was born into an old vampire family. As the first born, he was raised with the families customs. He didn’t have his first feed from a live human until he was well into his life and ever since he has a hard time stopping. His family thought it would help him control his urges, but he became somewhat impulsive and indulgent because of this. Many people died at his hand due to his inability to stop. He’s been put on synthetic plasma and not allowed to drink from a person by the King's orders.    

Edgar Bright freely indulges in vials of blood he creates regularly. Its looked down upon by the other officers, making him look weak and unable to wait until feeding time but he doesn't seem to care what they think. He enjoys the blood of someone after they’ve eaten their fair share of cake and candies. The sweet taste of their blood is more of a treat than a necessity to feed. He can’t help that he's a sweet tooth. He feeds more than Lancelot does without anyone realizing it and happens to be the strongest out of the whole red army because of it.  

Kyle Ash is a newly turned vampire. He tries to take patients regularly but finds himself hypnotizing them with his stare to allow him to feed on them willingly. Uses his healing tongue more than he would like to. Kyle wants to help people, but his need to feed tends to be stronger than his morals. He also scared off his last lover by going too far. He drank so much of her blood she passed out for a couple of days making Kyle distraught. Once she came to and recovered, she left him and moved out of the cradle entirely. He feels guilty and goes out with Oliver and Blanc at night to drink away his gloomy feelings.

Zero has no memory of his past other than about five years back. He’s a vampire, but he has no idea how long he's been like this, where he came from, or who his family is. He has impressive control when it comes to feeding and knows when to stop. Zero hides a symbol on his neck that looks similar to what a breed of ancient vampires uses to mark their clan.

Other Citizens:

Amon Jabberwock is from an old order of vampire, the ancients. He was turned when he was only eight years old. He appears to look 19 now even though he's centuries old by now. He wants to subjugate the humans, making them into thralls for his ultimate purpose of making his clan the most powerful group of vampires in history.

Dean Tweedle was a professor when one of his favorite students became a vampire and joined the red army. Later, the student came back to ‘thank’ him by changing Dean into a vampire. He was distraught after he accidentally killed someone, and sought help from his brother only to find he was jealous of his humanity.

Dalim Tweedle was changed into a vampire by his twin brother without his consent. He’s angry at Dean and refuses to speak to him for the rest of their many many years. He also prefers to never drink from the same person twice. The ether you give humans can become addictive, due to is pleasurable feeling and can connect the vampire and human over time. He doesn’t want to get too attached to anyone as long as he’s a monster. 

Mousse Atlas pretends to be human in front of Alice. He denies all connection to vampires and firmly believes he will find a cure one day on his travels. He spends a lot of his time mapping out places with lore that have a vampirism cure. However, when his thirst grows too much, he hypnotizes someone to forget his face while he drinks from them.

Vampire traits:

Immortal(ish): They have a very long lifespan, but it does come to an end eventually. They do age, but it's very slow.

Fast: Can run at high speeds, or move so fast it appears as an instant to the human eye.

Superhuman strength: Depending on human ability their vampire traits are multiplied by that. (i.e., if someone was capable of amazing feats as a human they will be a stronger vampire.)

Appearance: Skin becomes duller than their human tone, sometimes pale looking. Their eyes gain a sort of filament at the back of their eye that is reflective. This helps them see in the dark. Nails become as strong as diamonds. Their skin is impenetrable by any known substance, even another vampire's nails/claws.

Hypnotic Stare: They can persuade people to do things for them/think a certain way by putting them in a hypnotic state.

Healing Tongue: Their saliva can heal humans wounds within seconds.

Humanity: They hold their humanity still, yet it's hard when their thirst becomes strong.

Food: Feeds on the blood of living things or synthetic plasma.  

Enthralling: Vampire thralls are made by over hypnotizing someone after they’ve been drained of blood. The vampire bites them over and over telling them to obey their every command. This technique can be used for many things, but a thrall is a typical outcome. The human is broken and is at the whim of their sired master.

Weakness’: Vampires can't use the cradle magic since they became the magical creature themselves. (Typically) Sunlight: Five seconds will burn their skin, but up to 30 seconds would kill them. Fire: Burns them to a crisp they can’t recover from. Not eating: If they don’t feed, they will grow too weak to hunt and eventually wither away.  

Ether: This is a potion that humans take to feel no pain. The pain is replaced with either numbness, warmth, or pleasure depending on the color of ether you drink. Clear is numbness, amber is warmth, and pink colored is pleasure. Vampires in the cradle use this on the ones they wish not to harm.

Lore: Most vampires are used for the armies since they are the strongest. Humans and vampires coexist in the Cradle to an extent. The main argument between the Red and Black armies is a moral one. The Red army believes everyone should be turned into a vampire, since they are stronger, and serve their army to grow it. They want to turn anyone loyal to the red army into a vampire while locking up others who are not. 

The Black army intends to prevent the turning of humans so that humanity can thrive. They actively chose never to turn anyone unless it is a dire situation or everyone has voted on and agreed to. The humans still have a choice in both territories thanks to the actions of the black army and their efforts with the government to create laws for both vampires and humans.  

To turn into a vampire, you must drink one's blood and allow the poisonous blood to kill you or die by any means. Either way, vampire blood will kill a human slowly.

#ikemen revolution #vampire au #oliver knight #harr silver #amon jabberwock #loki genetta #blanc lapin #ray blackwell #sirius oswald #luka clemence #seth hyde #fenrir godspeed #lancelot kingsley #zero #edgar ikemen #jonah clemence #kyle ash #ikemen revolution headcannon

[shannie-writes]

Shakespeare Route, Part 4 + Normal Avatar Checkpoint!

I’ll be putting all route content under a readmore cut, and will tag with (in detailed order) “chief’s bullshit summaries”, “shakespeare route spoilers”, “william shakespeare route spoilers”, “shakespeare route”, “william shakespeare route”, “ikemen vampire spoilers”, and “ikevamp spoilers”. Please feel free to block any and all of these tags, depending on which specific content tier you’re not wanting to see.

Part 4 - “Eternal Lovebook #1: Drink Poison”

- MC and Vincent arrive at the fancy fancy theatre and Vincent shows MC to their first class seating.

- Vincent: "Ya ever been to a play before?"

MC: "Nah, movie premiere nights are too expensive"

Vincent: "A wha now??"

MC: "Oh shit, forget I said anything. Rewind! I haven't been to a play, nope, no siree."

- MC looks around the packed theatre and starts to get anxious. Vincent is a fuckin' peach and reassures her that once the curtains rise and the play begins, all her worries will go away.

- Vincent: "Like magic"

MC: "Magic?"

Vincent: "Playwright magic"

- The curtains rise and we get a kickin' montage of Romeo and Juliet. MC has only ever seen the movie for it before (I bet it was the 1968 version eyyy) and by the final scene, she gets emotionally overwhelmed and pulls out another handkerchief from somewhere and dries her tears while everyone else gives applause

- Vincent asks if she's okay and she brushes him off and thinks about how fucking sad it is, and it hits her just how fleeting life and love can be

- ???: "I'm happy to see your tears"

MC: “wtf ohai Mr. Shakespeare”

- To nobody’s surprise, it’s Shakespeare! Apparently he’d been sitting behind them the whole damn time!

- He! Puts! His! Finger! On! Her! Lips!!!

- Shakes: “Shhhhh, just call me Will. I’m under a pseudonym, MC pls”

- She gets embarrassed by the mistake and feels the heat from both her blush and his finger on her lips, which he moves away all too soon.

- Vincent: “Yo, good to see you Will. The play was some good ol’ playwright magic again.”

Shakes: “Hehe, thanks Vincent. And what did you think of it, MC?”

MC: “As you can tell by my tears, it was so fuckin’ sad. Such a fleeting romance, only four days long. Wtf is up with that?? It was beautiful tho. But jeez, they had so much life they could have had together.”

Vincent: “Oh, yeah, wtf is up with that, Will?”

Shakes: “Because love burns brighter when it’s young. And with them dying young, it made their love beautiful and eternal”

MC: “Dude, that shit’s deep. But like, it’s impossible to love each other for eternity.”

Shakes: “Well, I think so, so tough shit. You can do whatever the hell you want on stage. Thanks for the feedback anyway tho, I wish the rest of those peons had your kind of response.”

MC: “Let them have their opinions, sheesh.”

Shakes: “lol okay. Well, peace out”

And he disappears into the leaving crowd.

- cut to outside the theatre where it’s crowded af.

MC: “Guess it’s busy after an event in any century lol”

Vincent: “Stay here, Imma go get us a carriage”

MC: “Aight”

- MC people watches and listens to them talk about the play. A set of noblemen walk out and catch her attention.

- Nobledick 1: “Isn’t that Director Will guy supposedly part of the royal family or some shit?”

Nobledick 2: “Well, I heard he’s just some redneck”

Nobledick 1: “A mystery for these young writers. This guy pretends like he’s some kind of reincarnation of William Shakespeare or some shit. *sniff* The play was pure shit.”

- MC decides she doesn’t want to listen anymore and turns away.

- Nobledick 2: “Well, I heard that this playwright is just a puppet, selling himself to Big Theatre for quick cash.”

- MC finds that she can’t stop listening anyway.

- Nobledick 1: “Whaddya mean?”

Nobledick 2: “Well, I heard he sacrificed a friend for his own creations.”

End Scene

Part 4 - Normal Avatar Checkpoint - “Eternal Lovebook #2: Ignore Gossip”

- blah blah, repeat of some of the Nobledick convo

- MC: That don’t make sense, Will makes friends with his creations, not the other way ‘round

- Nobledick 2: “One thing for sure, that guy has more than a few screws loose”

- Then the Nobledicks catch MC watching them and Nobledick 1 asks if she’s alone. Nobledick 2 asks if she’s a foreigner and they approach her.

- MC: Fuck this noise, I ain’t letting this happen to me a second damn time “No, I’m with my boyfriend and I ain’t leaving with you guys.”

- The Nobledicks look around to see that the streets are quite empty now and they grab her, saying they’re going to keep her with them until morning. She calls out for help and--

- Someone twists the man’s arm until he lets go!!

- Shakes: “Yo, wtf is this”

Nobledick 1: “And who tf are you?”

Shakes: “Oh, just some playwright with a few screws loose. Would you like to be my next sacrifices? I need some inspiration and noblemen like you would give me a pretty penny”

MC: Holy shit, he says this shit with a cold smile the whole damn time

Nobledick 1: “Fuuuuuuck this noise, let’s scram!”

Nobledick 2: “Wait for meeeeeee!”

- Will goes all soft again as he looks at MC.

Shakes: “You okay? Why tf are you alone?”

MC: “Vince went to get us a carriage or something”

- MC is wowed by Shakes being her hero again and how she kinda sorta a little bit feels sorry for those Nobledicks.

- MC: “So what if those rumors about you spread?”

Shakes: “There’s no ground on those rumors lol they won’t get far. And oh, what great timing, there’s Vincent”

- MC turns to see Vincent waving at her from across the street.

- Shakes: “Get goin’, girl. Stay by Vincent if you know what’s good for you.”

MC: “Thanks again for saving me. G’night.”

Shakes: “Yeh, ttyl”

- MC leaves and Will watches them go until they’re out of sight.

- Shakes: “I thought she was just some weak woman but this is actually pretty exciting.  ...But those rumors have been spreading…”

End Scene

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevam #william shakespeare #ikemen vampire william #ikemen vampire shakespeare #ikevamp william #ikevamp shakespeare #chief's bullshit summaries #shakespeare route spoilers #william shakespeare route #shakespeare route #ikemen vampire spoilers #ikevamp spoilers #fan translation #today's title brought to you by: romeo and juliet wow such romance many deaths much drama

[blackarmyslave]

Masquerade [IkeRev]

Pairing: Ray Blackwell x Alice

Fandom: Ikemen Revolution

Notes: really trashy writing oof

Pshh dont act so suprised its another ray thing

Alice hated masquerade balls.

She hated them with a passion. There was just something irritating about them... how those disgustings pigs, commonly referred to as men, often tried to lure her into bed; or how, every time she talked to women, their conversations would almost always end up in gossips about her family's riches that were acquired with bloody hands, and how they killed countless people under a single man's orders, not knowing the person they were talking to about it is part of said family. Yet despite her loathing for occasions like these, Alice would still have to attend, for it was the only way she could fraternize with others. Her family was shunned by society for being such a hideous and brutal one. But here, in masquerade balls, she can wear a mask and pretend to be someone else and mingle to her heart's content. Nobody would know it was a girl from a bloody household.

Once or twice, Alice had danced with a few nobilities she considered decent enough for her. Those who weren't pedophiles, she conversed with. Those who were purely sober, she'd bonded with. But it was way past midnight now and she had gotten bored of the ball. A woman can only take so much soulless dancing and meaningless political talks. Not to mention the rough mask that hid her face from bashers, was starting to irritate her sensitive porcelain skin.

With a forced smile, the young descendant of the country's most infamous household excused herself from the festivities and went to the garden. Truly, it was a beautiful garden. The flowers were in full bloom and the breeze was refreshing. Alice stretched, in a way that was very undignified. Yet she couldn't care less. Her muscles were sore from keeping up a flawlessly upright posture all this time, and she was bored beyond measure.

The itch on her face that was long there reached its peak, and Alice couldn't take it anymore. She moved to dispose her mask until a voice warned her, "It's rude to take off your mask in a ball like this."

It was a man's voice, smooth like the waves and light as the garden's breeze. Undoubtedly, it had belonged to a young man... a cool young man. But Alice despised people who dared talk to her so fondly. She swirled around to reprimand whoever it had been.

"I don't recall holding responsibility to oblige," she retorted, her prissy tone leaking with every syllable. One corner of the man's lips slowly curled upwards in an amused smirk.

"Then by all means, go embarrass yourself."

Alice scoffed with irritation. Who does this man think he is? Yes, it's true that taking off your mask is a big no in a masquerade ball, but--

Oh.

She suddenly felt like smacking her forehead. If she takes the accessory off, she's to reveal her identity. And no doubt receive countless ridicules. And Alice didn't want that, especially from a man like him. Her cheeks flushed in realization. Suddenly the girl wanted to keep it on and couldn't feel the itch anymore.

"You're from the infamous Bright household, aren't you? Alice Bright, if I'm correct; twin sister of Edgar Bright, the Jack of Hearts and known as the Gentle Demon." surprise mf

Alice took her time studying the man. How had he known about her? What gave it away? What had she done to inform him of her identity? Most of all, who is this bastard? He was handsome, without a doubt, even with a mask on; black hair and intense emerald eyes, containing a youthful aura, but at the same time holding himself with such composed regality. His body was carved to perfection. He wore a simple yet dazzling dark sapphire mask with round diamonds literring it, the suit on his body looking ridiculously expensive.

Dark and regal... only one name clicked in the girl's head: the popular and widely loved King of Spades.

"I take it you're King Ray Blackwell...?"

The man rolled his eyes distastefully at the attached title. But he made no move to deny his identity, something that's against tradition. 'How hypocritical,' Alice thought dryly.

"Forget the King part, it's too preppy for my tastes," he said. "Just Ray is fine."

Alice rose a thin eyebrow. For a king, Ray Blackwell was too casual. She's always depicted him as cold and dignified, with no intention of fooling around; just like the opposing King of Hearts. Yet here he was: the Black King himself who didn't give a horse's muck whether people found out about his identity or not, speaking informally as if he'd known Alice all their lives.

'Charming-- I mean, preposterous! Ghastly!'

Well... what can she say? It's her first time meeting a man like Ray; someone true to himself and didn't stumble foolishly in a vain attempt of becoming the perfect gentleman.

But no. In the Bright household, emotions were a mortal sin. It was the biggest crime. And Alice grew up all her life believing it.

Naturally, she ignored her fluttering heart.

"So," Alice walked around the garden with Ray. She hadn't even noticed how her irritation with him had suddenly faded after witnessing his genuine personality. "The King of Spades is a fan of balls, then?"

Ray snorted. "Heck no. What makes you think that just because I attend 'em, I like 'em? Isn't everyone only here for the sake of making connections?"

"Probably." Alice would be damned if she voiced her agreement. "And does that rule apply to you as well, sire?"

Ray gave the girl a disgusted look. She only blinked, urging him to voice out what took him aback.

"Okay. One, it doesn't. I'm just here to let loose for a bit. Second... Cut that formality out! It's creepy." "Why so? Do your soldiers not address you that way?"

Ray's green orbs took on a fond light, giving Alice the answer right away, as if his memories of his subordinates were all warm and cozy. One could tell he was a good leader and a true king by just a glance of that. And maybe, she thought, he was a brother, too; a brother to the rest of his army. Alice wondered how they treated each other... did they eat at the same table? Did they disregard ranks and fraternized comfortably? Was it like a home in the Black Army's headquarters?

"They address me as a king during official business, yes," he replied. "But we're just ourselves around one another for most of the time. Parties every week or so, lots of laughter and pranks... it's like a brotherhood."

The faintest trace of a smile ghosted the girl's lips. "It sounds lovely."

From there, it went on and on. Ray asked Alice what was her favorite animal, to which she replied cats for they were elegant and had the cutest little mewls; and much to her surprise, Ray shared her thoughts. She, in return, asked him what he thought about table etiquette, and he laughed at just how preppy Alice was being. Nevertheless, he answered her, saying "I think dining fancily's fine if serious stuff are going on, like funerals or oathtakings. It's a way of showing respect. But people shouldn't be judged by how they act at the table. In fact, class shouldn't even be a social judgement or something. 'Course, this is just my opinion. And I think table manners should be kept to a minimum. People deserve to enjoy their food and time without fear of being critiqued of how classy or polite they are. They should be able to be just themselves in a table, because after all, that honesty's bound to form really tight relationships real quick, no?"

A bit more of talking and before she even knew it, it had been past 3AM now. Alice never thought it would be so fun to converse with the king. He was honest and frank, yet still respectful and even funny. They shared a lot of opinions about several topics, and one's answer changed the perspective of the other. The Bright lady wished to the twinkling stars high above she'd get another chance at talking with Ray in the future.

Now, Alice knew she shouldn't be rooting for the opposition. Her household is a Red through and through. In fact, her brother's the Jack of Hearts himself! At the back of her head, the ever-obedient little prodigy of the Bright family screamed at her to get away and cut off all connections with Blackwell. 'What do you think you're doing?!' a part of her screeched.

But right now, she wasn't really a Bright. She was just Alice. Little ol' Alice, who came to a masquerade ball in hopes of being able to talk to whoever she wants without her status bothering her. And she wasn't ready to throw that away just yet, and return to her uptight lifestyle.

'Just not yet, please,' she pleaded with her own self.

Suddenly, a slow, hopeful, smooth tune took on. It was faint and distant, coming from the ballroom many yards away. Yet she and Ray both heard it, the melody carried by the wind to their ears, and Ray took the cue.

"May I have this dance, Alice?" He asked her, the gentlest, most handsome smile on his lips, offering her his hand, and the girl's heart skipped a beat.

Had it been any other man; a pretentious, try-hard fake gentleman or a drunk bastard, she would've slapped. But no... not this one. He was a bastard, yes, the feisty part of her claimed, but he was a good bastard. A modest, decent, alright bastard.

Alice let her face be lit up by a grin. It had been her first in so long. She placed her hand on top Ray's and they both started dancing to the slow, almost-romantic music, everything else fading and all they could feel was this blossoming warmth in their souls.

And long after the song was over, and all was said and done, they still remained in one another's embrace. Red and Black forgetting their blazing feud for even just a moment; even in just a masquerade ball. They're just Alice and Ray, each silently praying dawn never comes and they'd never have to say theeir goodbyes.

Alice giggled under her breath. She'd decided. Maybe masquerades aren't so bad after all.

#ikerev #ikemen revolution #ikemen kakumei #otome #ikerev ray #ray blackwell #a h h h h h h h h #what tf is this trash lol #but ok... i guess #i havent completely ruined it #maybe #lmaoo #but anyways #yo i got an idea #from this fic #lets imagine: ray and alice continued going to masquerade balls and seeing each other #but o n l y during balls #so they never really saw the other's whole face #and lets say they got married... with masks!! lol #oh wtf nvm #that's stupid🙅 #also lets all ignore the fact ray cant stay up late #ok? ok!