#ikemen vampire le comte de comte germain x mc

[ohtomatotome]

Watch

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Title: “Watch”

Characters: Comte de Saint-Germain, Sebastian x Female Reader (Ikemen Vampire)

Word Count: 1,598

Rating: E

Tags: Jealousy, Unrequited love, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex

Trigger Warnings: Broken Trust?

Author’s Note: Part of #VisionsOfTemptation2022 for Kinktober (prompt credit to @xxsycamore ). This one is angsty. Why do I hurt Comte? I certainly don’t hate him. In fact, he’s my favorite character in the game.  It seems like everything I write for him has him either panicking, pining, pouting, or putting an end to a fight. Perhaps because in the game he appears serene and capable on the outside, so I enjoy seeing him struggle with something that really challenges his composure. 

Prompt Used: Voyeurism

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It had started out so innocent, so seldom, so unattached.

When you arrived at the Parisian mansion in the 1890s, le Comte was the perfect host. He had assumed the father-figure role for most of the vampires there, and that same paternal regard was extended to you. You felt safe within his careful gaze. How could you know heat lurked beneath the gentle smile?

The truth was far more expansive than you ever realized. He was always watching.

When you were receiving idle flirtations from Arthur and Dazai, he had seen your flustered blush.

When Napoleon surprised you with his innocent morning kiss, he had been outside the door.

When you were relaxing in the thermae, he had hid himself in the corner obscured by steam and plants. Later that night would be the first in a countless string of nights he had jerked himself off while picturing you.

When you were trying so hard to impress Sebastian, he saw the determination on your face. 

When you had reached a boiling point of frustration with trying to understand your feelings for Sebastian, he watched you run to Leonardo for consolation. 

When a special spark of electricity passed between your gaze with Sebastian one evening at dinner, he didn’t miss it.

When you and Sebastian were working side by side in the kitchen and exchanging lingering glances and quick little kisses, he had been watching from the hallway.

He had been a silent witness to all your important moments in the mansion. He had held his tongue for too long and let the chance slip away. He could have easily made a romantic impression on you from the very beginning, sweeping you off your feet and making sure you looked at no one but him. 

But he hadn’t. 

That would have been selfish.

Besides, you would be leaving in one month, so what would have been the point to secure your affections?

How was he to know that the Door would malfunction for so long and trap you here in the past?

In the interim, you fell in love with Sebastian, and he with you. Everyone was happy for the both of you. It seemed only natural for the two humans to pair up. 

It would have been unnatural if you had chosen a vampire, to say nothing of a pureblood. 

Unnatural, indeed.

Never had jealousy felt so personal to le Comte.

When your relationship was becoming more intimate, you began fretting over the plain and matronly state of your underthings. They had been a bulk delivery of identical pieces that Comte bought as soon as you arrived. You hadn’t had a say in it. You were grateful at the time, but now you wish you had something a little more exciting to wear, since there was someone in your life who was going to see you naked. Eventually. 

Le Comte watched you grumbling as you pawed through her dresser. Of course he was there, out in the hall, watching. “Would you like something new? Any particular item in mind? Let me buy it for you. Come, ma cherie, let’s go shopping.” 

He watched you run your hand over the silk drawers and camisoles in the shop. His vivid imagination pictured your shapely form being hugged by that champagne fabric, visualized your hand gliding down his own bare stomach and reaching lower, the new light of dawn dappling your skin. 

“Monsieur?” Your perky voice brought him out of his reverie.

Of course he had to have you try them on to make sure they fit. He insisted on standing guard right outside the dressing room. He smirked as he heard the rustle of fabric and your delighted cooing. There was immense pleasure to be taken in the knowledge of you wearing the lingerie at his request first, before Sebastian ever got to see them. And even greater pleasure knowing that he was the one purchasing the items that would be closest to your nakedness.

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He also happened to watch as you boldly led a red-faced Sebastian into your room one night. 

Le Comte decided to indulge his own selfish fantasies for once. As soon as you closed your door, he silently locked himself in the room next to yours. This unused room held a secret known only to him: a peep hole through the back of the closet that was hidden behind the tapestry hung in your room, threads strategically thinned out in that exact spot. The surveillance was originally needed for a suspicious house guest Comte did not trust. He hadn’t used it in decades. 

His watchful eyes were on your every move as you began to loosen your layers of constrictive clothing, shimmying out of them until you were only clad in the very same lingerie he had bought you. Le Comte observed this fact with pride and satisfaction. And envy. Always envy, that ever-present thorn in his heart.

You encouraged Sebastian to undress next, kissing him as he undid his many buttons and snaps. Now the two of you are just in your underwear, the candlelight and moonlight cooperating to give your curves the most delectable shadows and highlights. You made a slow show of removing the silk slip until the only thing touching your skin was the pale light.

Le Comte longingly contemplated your bare beauty and silently cursed the butler for not grabbing your hips to see how the plump flesh gave under the pressure of a squeeze. He heard you say something in a low, sultry voice, but even with vampiric hearing could not make out all the words. The hungry tone, however, was unmistakable. It waltzed down his spine deep into his belly. That tone was the last inducement he needed before unbuttoning his pants and taking out his member, already stiffening and begging to be stroked.

Sebastian didn't need any further coaxing either. After you laid on the bed he began working between your legs with his mouth and fingers, making up for with enthusiasm what he lacked in experience. Le Comte watched your lips with rapt attention, how they opened and closed around silent gasps. Each inhale of yours was matched with a stroke of his hand down his cock. Sebastian continued until you were mewling and your thighs started to twitch involuntarily with pleasurable spams. 

You pleaded in a husky voice for your lover to fill you, clutching at his hair and tugging him up towards your body. Le Comte had to be careful now, his heavy breaths were difficult to keep silent. He strained to see your face as Sebastian entered you. Exquisite. Sublime. Perfect.  The low moan you let out was enough to shake Comte so badly he had to hold onto the wall for support before he erupted. He was close, but he wanted to hold out as long as possible and cum at the same time as you.

Sebastian staggered the pace of his thrusting, sometimes fast and hard, sometimes slow and deep. Comte tried to time his fist strokes along with your sounds, imagining it is him that was making her sound so wanton and needy. In his fantasy, you had always come to his room when you needed consoling. It was his shoulder that you had cried onto. It was his arms that you found solace. It was his eyes that you desperately wanted to capture. It was his heart that you fought to uncover. It was his soul that you had desired. It was him that you loved. Him. Not Leo, not Sebastian, not anyone else. He was the only one who gave you everything you needed.

Right at that moment, he closed his eyes as his mind was painting a picture of the two of you making love in the garden gazebo at midnight. He could almost smell the night-blooming phlox and hear the crickets. You’re lying beneath him, gazing up at him with eyes full of love and lust. Oh! If only you had ever looked at him like that, just once. Just once. Just…

Your sighs and gasps turned breathier and higher-pitched. Le Comte knew you must be close to a climax. He resumed a rapid motion on his shaft, eagerly awaiting that triumphant sound. He peered through the hole once more to see your back arching off the mattress, legs wrapped around Sebastian, mouth open in a silent pull of air, and then – your little shriek that almost made his dick jump out of his hand. Your following moan was all he needed to chase his own finish. He had a handkerchief ready and caught every drop as his chest shuddered with shaky breaths. 

The guilt was immediate. He felt dirty and despicable to his core. A sudden gloom overtook him as he splayed a palm out against the wall for support. The elegant mouth turned down in utter disgust at himself.

What was he doing?

You had trusted him. You looked up to him as a benefactor, as the respected master of the manor. As a friend. 

And this was how he repaid your trust?

Deplorable. Sickening. Unforgivable. Reprehensible. 

Self-hatred and self-pity overwhelmed him. He buttoned up his fly and stuffed the soiled handkerchief into a pocket.

He could hear the couple renewing their love-making as he silently moved out of the closet and into the dark room. Anguish pierced his chest. Shame soured his mind. He didn’t know how long he sat in that room, letting the sounds of bed springs and pleasurable grunts float over him, wishing for something that would never be.

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[alby-rei]

I created 37 posts in 2022

Given how busy this year was for me (graduating uni), I'm pretty happy about that :3

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@namine-somebodies-nobody

@ana-thedaydreamer

@readerinsertfanfiction

@nad-zeta

Most frequent tags in 2022

#ikevamp art - 147 posts

#ikevamp leonardo - 120 posts

#ikevamp writing - 94 posts

#leo for comfort - 65 posts

#ikevamp comte - 52 posts

#ikevamp arthur - 52 posts

#😂😂😂 - 51 posts

#😍😍😍 - 48 posts

#ikevamp theo - 35 posts

#ikevamp vincent - 34 posts

Longest Tag: 90 characters

#also also the i hope he goes easy on me / i won't go easy on you made me chuckle hueheuheu

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Late Night Lullaby (Mozart x Reader)

a/n: In which a sleepless MC stumbles upon the equally sleepless resident composer, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Requested by @celmanics once upon a time ❤ Happy reading~!

Wordless ‘I Love You’ Prompt #15: Calming them down when they have a bad dream.

[Characters]: MC, Mozart                                               

[Genre]: Fluff, Comfort

[Word count]: ~900 words

110 notes - Posted February 5, 2022

#4

Whatever It Takes (Leonardo x Reader)

a/n: Remember when Leonardo’s family was a major obstacle in his route? Me neither! So now they’re a problem. It’s about time we brought it up with Leo. Different from my usual, which is all about the ✨ UwUs ✨ but I thought I’d give it a shot hehe. Inspired by @xxsycamore’s and @chaosangel767’s Be My Valentine, Prompt Feb. 14: “No matter what anyone says, you’re perfect for me.” 

[Characters]: You, Leonardo, Comte

[Word count]: ~1200 words

[Tags]: Hurt/comfort, marriage, family, drama, anxious reader   

121 notes - Posted May 18, 2022

#3

Arthur’s Pillow (Arthur x Reader)

a/n/: In which the resident mystery writer discovers his new favorite pillow... but at what cost? (Ans: MC’s patience)

[Characters]: MC, Arthur

[Tags]: Sleepiness, Comfort, Fluff

[Word Count]: ~1000 words

147 notes - Posted February 21, 2022

#2

The Scent of Home (Leonardo x Reader)

a/n: written as part of @xxsycamore’s and @chaosangel767′s Be My Valentine event! I’ve been watching way too many cat videos lately :3 Happy reading ❤

[Characters]: MC, Leonardo, Lumiere     

[Prompt]: “Again with my clothes?” / “They smell like you”

[Genre]: Fluff, naps

[Word Count]: 470 words

177 notes - Posted February 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Ikemen Vampire RPG [Fan-made]

Hey friends, I decided to challenge myself in June to create a short game, and what better way to do that than to bring our favorite mansion to life! This challenge was a learning experience for me to learn the basics of game dev, which I enjoyed tremendously and hope to do more of!

✨ Play as the housekeeper of le Comte de Saint-Germain's mansion, who is left alone to do as they please. But there is work to do, and the residents have left notes in their respective rooms of their requests! 

✨ Finish them all to gain access to entries from Sebastian's 'Oh no, they didn't!' journal and learn something new about the boys we know and love. 

✨ For more info, head over to this link! (And do let me know what you thought of the experience!) 💕 💕 💕

362 notes - Posted July 14, 2022

I'm so so happy with how well-received my little game was!! Thank you to everyone that played it, reblogged, liked, and sent me feedback 🥺🥺💕💕💕💕 I hope to return to the RPG workshop again sometime!!

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

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[niphredil-14]

Comte, Theo, and Arthur With a Sick S/o

@kisara-16 I heard you weren't feeling good, so here you go, lovely!

Comte wouldn't let you lift a finger! No working, no stressing, no getting yourself any sicker! You were going to be getting some good old rest, and a serious dose of pampering. Clearly the only way to heal your illness faster, along with proper medical treatment, of course, would be to shower you with gifts! So you'd better prepare for even more of the princex treatment!

Theo would give you the day off of work too, and would insist that you take care of yourself. Though he would not miss work if it were a more minor illness like a cold or something, he would most likely ask Vincent or Sebastian to check in on you every now and again to make sure that you are resting! When he returned from work, he would bring you some sweets and would spend the rest of the evening comforting and assisting you until you feel better.

Arthur would immediately go into Doctor Mode. Though he most definitely doesn't like tea, if a nice cup might sooth you at all, then you'd better believe he would rush to make one. Most of the day would be spent rubbing your belly, and reading to you, as well as providing any comfort that he could.

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[scribe-of-the-gods]

Nibble | Le Comte x Reader

hey. This character is from Ikemen Vampire. He’s the newer route that was released, I finished it just a couple of days ago. There aren’t any spoilers in here, just his name. I’m using his real name so yeah. Also I’m on mobile so don’t mind some of the errors. Especially formatting issues. Genre: smut, drabble?? (962) Extra: minors dni, tiny spoilers?

You smelled so sweet to him it was practically irresistible. As a vampire, he often had the intense urge to sink his fangs into your soft neck. He wanted nothing but the crimson liquid to pour down his throat and satiate his deep hunger. But as a pureblood, he knew the consequences of those actions. Abel hadn’t decided whether he wanted you to become a vampire and you were the same. The only thing that wouldn’t change was whether YOU wanted it. If you wanted to be a vampire then he would mull over his own feelings. But if you wanted otherwise, he wouldn’t dare.

Of course, there were days where his desperation grew further than he could handle. His senses were heightened, he noted every shiver, whimper, and twitch that you produced. He knew what every action would cause; every touch and kiss. He knew the way his words made you feel. Every reaction was pretty predictable.

His lips dragged across your bare skin while he desperately tried to bury his primitive desires to drink you dry. You sounded so wonderful under him, asking for more. He gave you everything he had, everything he was.

“Abel…” you whispered, reaching down and letting your hand brush against his head. A loud moan escaped your lips as you felt his warm tongue drag against your folds. You arched your back, trying not to tug his hair too much. You felt his warm hands slide against your calf up to your thigh.

His movements were slow at first, but as the moment progressed, his pace became sloppier. He needed more of you and his patience was thinning. Abel’s sharp fangs slid against your soft thighs, begging for a bite. He closed his eyes, a soft moan escaping his lips at the thought of your blood grazing against his tongue. It would be so easy, wouldn’t it? In your delirium of pleasure, you had no idea what the pureblood vampire was going through.

His hungry eyes watched every movement as his fingers gently slid in and out of you. Slow and steady because it made you react better. Slow and steady drove you both to madness but it was worth it.

“Mine…” Abel whispered against your thighs, dragging his tongue across your skin while inserting another finger inside.

“Abel!” You cried, feeling his tongue returning to the most sensitive spots. There was no more waiting now. He couldn’t hold back with such sweet sounds coming from you.

Standing up, Abel leaned over you, his golden eyes meeting yours. However, you noticed a slight orange in them, a sign he would lose control. But you trusted him enough, knowing he would’ve left the room if there was such a danger. However, even if the opposite was true, you didn’t mind if he bit you. Staying with him for an eternity was your dream. You heard plastic tearing but were too lost in your pleasure.

A euphoric gasp escaped your lips as you felt him push into you. The pace was sickeningly slow, but it gave you time to adjust. Abel shut his eyes, a deep groan slipping from him at the warmth your slick walls provided.

Your hands tightened around his bicep as you felt him push all the way in. There was an enticing tightness that you felt, one that you adored more than you cared to admit.

“Are… you ok?” Abel asked, taking a few breaths. You nodded, unable to speak as his fingers laced with yours. His other hand brushed against your hip before moving to push your hair out of your face. “So messy…” he mumbled, mesmerized by the way you looked right now.

Your half lidded eyes that revealed your deepest desires, your mouth slightly ajar as you breathed in and out, your hair strewn about, your hands clutching his while shaking just a bit. All of it drove him wild- this is what he needed. As promised, he would no longer hide his feelings for you. Or his greediness.

A loud cry came from you at his experimental thrust, before he started moving at a steady pace. His needy golden eyes stared down at the way you arched your back, revealing that soft neck of yours. His gaze traveled downwards across your supple breasts and stomach where he could spot a few dark bruises he’d left earlier. Marks only he could see.

His large hand slid across your chest, as if he were a first time explorer of your body. He still held that excitement, no matter how many times he’d already done this. His slow strokes started to get faster as his desperation for relief grew.

Your cries of pleasure were music to his ears. He knew just how much you loved it, he knew just how good he was making you feel and that made him proud. His own deep moans melted with yours as the two of you neared your relief.

“S-so good- more!” You demanded, opening your eyes to look at him. You could see his sinful gaze; sharing his thoughts you tightly held onto his arm as his pace became sloppier.

As you neared your climax, your cries became more desperate. Finally, both of you felt your relief, holding onto each other as tightly as you could. Abel held himself up breathing heavily, much you were below him.

His fingers traced your jaw before he leaned down to your neck. You giggled as you felt him nibble the skin, but wrapped your arms around him.

“I could‘ve turned you today…” he whispered, finally laying on top of you.

“That’s ok,” you said, running your hand through his hair, “I would’ve been ok with that.”

“You wouldn’t mind living with me for an eternity?”

“Nope.”

#ikemen vampire x reader #ikemen vampire x mc #ikemen vampire smut #ikemen vampire le comte #ikemen vampire le comte x reader #ikevamp x reader #ikevamp le comte #le comte de saint germain x reader #♤─ sins of ares

[fandom-collective-writers]

Vampire in a Bottle (Le Comte de Saint-Germain x MC)

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Le Comte de Saint-Germain x MC

Prompt: cursed object

Warning: Smut!!

Intended Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 7,251

Requested by: anonymous

Written by: @lordsister​/@lordsisterxotome (Click here to support me on ko-fi!<3)

Disclaimer: I do not own Ikemen Vampire or any of its characters. All of that goodness is the property of Cybird. I do, however, own the plot of this fanfic. Please do not repost this on any other website.

Other notes: I legit expected this to be 5 maybe 6 pages long. Was not expecting it to end up being 15 whole ass pages long.

       She’d heard stories about creatures tied to objects, bound to them my wizards or witches or priests. Everyone had. The djinni of the lamp, silkies and their skin, even myths of demons lending their bloodlust to legendary swords. 

       The vampire stuck in the wine bottle though, now that was a first.

       It had come as a surprise when MC had first stumbled upon the mansion on one of her hikes outside the city. She must’ve hiked the same path a hundred times and never had she caught so much as a glimpse of the sprawling estate, even if it was only a shell of its obvious former glory now. Had she taken a wrong path somewhere? Drifted away in her thoughts too much and unintentionally wandered away into the bushes? Looking back the way she’d come, she realized that no, she hadn’t veered in any way from her usual path, which made the sudden appearance of the mansion especially strange. 

       It was quite the complex, all graceful arches and columns, reds and whites. A massive fountain topped with a headless statue centered an overgrown path, and even from her vantage point still a ways away from the building, she could tell that what was once a manicured garden lay behind the mansion. It was like something out of a fairy tail; she wondered about it’s story, who lived here and what events had taken place within its walls. Now, the place was positively decrepit, still somewhat majestic, but old and creepy nonetheless.

       So, doing what any normal person would do, MC thought, ‘Very old and creepy,’ and turned back the way she’d come. There was no way in hell she was going to wander in like some airheaded protagonist out of a horror movie and get pestered or possessed or who knows what else. Nope. She was going to choose life today.

       It seemed her fears about the place being somewhat supernatural were true though, because a few minutes later, when she was sure she was about to step back onto a more familiar leg of the path, she emerged right on the same cliff overlooking the estate as before. The mansion sat there expectantly and she almost imagined it was saying, “Oh, you’re back.”

       Blinking, she stared for a moment before scoffing and shaking her head, soft mutters of “no, no, no, no, no,” falling from her lips as she turned away and rubbed her eyes. Her heart was beating a little faster now, sweat forming on the back of her neck. This was too strange. She’d hiked this path a hundred times and there had never, ever been a mansion here before. Furthermore, there was no way she was going around in circles. She knew the area and its trails well enough to have been able to find her way even if she did get lost.

       Pulling out her phone, MC tried and failed to find her location on the google maps, cursing as the words ‘No Signal’ replaced the usual friendly bars in the left-hand corner. Shoving the device back into her pocket, she sighed and stomped back down the path. This time she paid attention to familiar landmarks, carefully retracing her steps. For a second, she thought for sure she was in the clear, that she would come out on the path and walk away to forget this ever happened as some strange hallucination.

       Apparently that was not to be the case today though as, lo and behold, when she ducked beneath a low-hanging branch, there she was again, the mansion laid out and waiting before her. She could practically feel it rolling its eyes at her this time. 

       Collapsing on the leaves and pine needles, she laughed breathlessly. No way was this happening. Why today of all days? Why couldn’t the universe just let her keep having her normal days without throwing in a mansion that appeared and disappeared like a ghost ship too? She felt like she was going crazy. 

       After a few minutes of deep breathing and burying her face in her knees, trying to rub the image of the mansion away, she rose to her feet. This place wanted her to...do something? Fine. She had a feeling it would just keep making her walk in circles until she came inside. Best case scenario it really was just an old mansion and she would find another way back to the trail after having searched the property. Worst case scenario? She was dragged to the underworld by whatever vengeful ghosts might inhabit the place. No problem, right?

       Her legs felt weak as she picked her way down the cliffside, slowly getting closer and closer to the hulking abode. The grass on the vast lawn was so overgrown she had a hard time making her way across it, nearly tripping a couple of times when it got caught around her calves and ankles. As she got closer, she started to realize just how massive the place really was. So similar to most of the castles and palaces and royal mansions she’d visited on trips, whoever had built this place and lived here had gone for extravagance, a show of wealth, but something about it was quiet in a way that made it seem like it was meant to be tucked away back here. It would have been beautiful if the situation were different and she wasn’t so freaked out.

       On the bright side, at least the weather wasn’t cloudy like these kinds of places usually were in books and movies, and she didn’t have the feeling anyone was watching her. It was a sunny day, the sky blue and dotted here and there with the occasional cloud. It was a small comfort, but comfort nonetheless as she faced the beast.

       Taking a minute, MC just stood there in front of the mansion, staring up at broken windows and ivy covered columns and weeds poking up through the stones. “What do you want from me?” she grumbled to herself before shaking her head and taking a deep breath.

       Heavy iron rings hung on the wooden doors, their white paint peeled away to reveal the brown wood beneath. Her hand looked tiny in comparison to the ring as she grasped it, cold and dark against her skin, and pulled the door open. It grated against the floor as it opened, and she paused, tensed and waiting for something to jump out at her, for a swarm of bats or something. But nothing came and after a minute, she peered inside. Part of the roof had fallen in, allowing shafts of daylight to pierce the gloom and illuminate the grand receiving hall. Her shoes padded softly against the marble floor as she took a few steps inside, careful of the debris. A grand staircase of white stone led up to a second story and as she turned in a circle to fully take in the room MC saw more signs of wealth: giant paintings, moth-eaten tapestries, silver candlesticks nearly too tarnished to recognize. 

       A gentle breeze blew in from the open door behind her, stirring leaves across the floor and up the stairs. After another quick glance around, she crept up the staircase, brushing her fingers across the cold, stone banister as she did. Choosing to turn to her left once she was at the top of the stairs, she followed a long hallway in what she guessed was the west wing. More paintings and golden sconces decorated the walls, curtains made of dusty velvet framing smashed windows. The mansion had yet to make its next move, to give her any indication of what it wanted her to do, where it wanted her to go. It was hard to tell because everything was so old and nature had long since started reclaiming the place, but she thought she saw signs of a struggle, irregularly torn canvases and tables knocked over, their vintage contents spilled all over the floor.

       She startled, gasping, when a door at the end of the hall creaked open, a strong breeze whistling down the corridor and urging her along. MC could feel the mansion’s impatience pushing in at her from all sides, tugging at her hair and pushing at her back. Balling her fists, she gulped and creeped towards the indicated entryway, trying to mentally prepare herself for whatever she might find. 

       Her breath stuck in her throat as she took a careful look inside, surprised at the luxury and opulence that met her gaze. The chamber was so large and gilded it had to be the master bedroom. The walls and ceiling were framed in gold, the ceiling painted with some scene that belonged in a cathedral. The canopied bed had long since succumbed to moths and the forces of nature, but the size of it could have rivaled any king size bed, and the rugs, once richly colored, still retained some of their ancient plushness as she stepped into the room. Reaching out, she ran her fingers along the carved edge of a table, tracing the intricate whorls and flowers. The same signs of a struggle were here too, a sharp gash taken out of the leg of the table and old books and shattered glass lying on the floor.

       A strong gust of wind blew in from the broken window, disturbing the heavy velvet curtains and knocking an old wine bottle off the small table in front of the broken pane. She winced as the bottle hit the floor, expecting it to shatter, but instead it bounced, rolling until it stopped against her foot.

       MC blinked and bent down to pick it up, noting the strange weight inside it. There wasn’t a label and she tipped it back and forth in her palm, weighing its contents. The red glass was too dark to see whatever was inside, but it didn’t feel like liquid sloshing around, that was for sure. Idly tapping a nail against the cool surface as she went to put it back on the table, she nearly screamed when something tapped back. 

       Letting go of the bottle and skittering back, she tripped over a chair, sending her falling on her ass. The bottle didn’t bounce this time, shattering instead with a sound like thunder that shook the mansion. A whirlwind filled the room, sending debris flying as it exploded outwards. Crouching and covering her head with her arms, MC waited, eyes squeezed shut and heart pounding, for whatever was happening to stop. It could’ve been seconds or minutes; she barely knew which as the gale settled, ending as quickly as it had begun. Uncovering her head, she peeked, shaking, around the room. Anything that had been in contact certainly wasn’t now, nothing but shafts of wood and scraps of fabric remaining. But the furniture held the least of her attention right now, not with the sudden appearance of the room’s other occupant.

       He was on his knees, heaving and gasping. She couldn’t see his face from her place behind the chair, only locks of yellow hair. His clothes - a long coat of burnished gold, brown trousers, and soft leather boots - were all embroidered in gold thread, rich and quietly vibrant. 

       She didn’t understand who he was or where he had come from. It refused to click in her mind that he had actually been stuck in that wine bottle, tapping back to her. People didn’t come from inside bottles. That kind of thing only happened in myths and fairy tales - things that were only stories.

       Rising to her feet on legs still shaky, she kept her gaze on the man as she slid a foot back, thinking to make a quiet exit, unnoticed. Of course, with so much debris scattered about the room, something like a quiet escape was absolutely impossible. Before the edge of her shoe had moved even a few inches, it disturbed a shard of wood with enough force to send it scittering a few inches over the stone floor, breaking the silence only broken by his heavy breathing.

       Piercing yellow eyes snapped to her and she gasped at the intensity within their depths, frozen, a deer in headlights. He turned, stumbling to his feet, eyes still locked with hers, and dear god, she believed in fairy tales looking at him. His face was unnaturally beautiful, something someone had dreamed up rather than someone born. It spoke of marble sculptures carved in his image, of candlelight on silk sheets, and there was a depth to his eyes, something she couldn’t fathom, something that marked him as...inhuman.

       MC hadn’t realized that her jaw had dropped and she swallowed, opening her mouth to say something and choking on air. Before she could manage her way through anything even vaguely coherent, he surged forward, barely a centimeter in front of her in the blink of an eye. Yelping, she tried to jump back, but his arms were already around her, dragging her against his chest. She struggled fruitlessly in his grip as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, lips and nose nuzzling against the soft skin as he breathed deep of her scent.

       “W-What are you-? S-Stop!” she demanded weakly, the panic rising in her chest choking her pleas. 

       “Smells so good,” the stranger breathed, his voice hoarse from disuse, and pulled back just enough that he could peer into her wide eyes. He looked absolutely wild now, ravenous and uncontrollable. “I’m sorry, but I need your help, mademoiselle.”

       The hand around her shoulders grabbed a handful of her hair, gently moving it away from her neck. Her fingers clawed into his lapels as she stared at him, fearful and confused, prey in the arms of a predator. His face lowered to her neck once again and she shivered as his breath fanned against her skin. What was he doing?

       “Try to relax, ma cherie.”

       The unexpected pain of two fangs sinking into her made her scream, bucking in his unyielding hold as he took long drawls of her blood. 

       It was physical pain as well as mental pain, the pain of confusion and everything she’d thought she’d known about the realistic world cracking. Pain. And then pleasure. Pleasure unlike any she had ever experienced before, setting her entire body alight and turning her mind white.

       And that was how she met him, Le Comte de Saint-Germain, a starving vampire trapped inside a wine bottle for 100 years.

       She’d woken later with her head in his lap, the ghost of his touch on her cheek stirring her. The ceiling spun above her and MC groaned, turning into him and covering her eyes with an arm.

       “Shh, you’re okay, ma cherie. It’ll pass soon.”

       Her eyes flew open, met with an abundance of gold and yellow, and she shot upwards, falling on her side as the world spun again. Hands reached to steady her out of the corner of her vision, but she flinched away from them, remembering the strange pain and pleasure his bite had brought. 

       “Stop!” she bit out, and he did, hovering a few feet away from her. “Who are you and what did you do to me?!”

       He blinked at her, seeming to think for a second before answering with a gentle smile, “I am Le Comte de Saint-Germain, and...moments ago I was starving for your blood.”

       “Starving for my-” She shook her head, still confused and afraid. “What?”

       “I’m not human, as you might have guessed.” His tone was polite, but warm, friendly as he spoke to her. “I’m a creature out of your myths and folklore, a vampire.”

       And her day officially couldn’t get any weirder!

       There, sitting on the cold, stone floor and shredded rugs, Le Comte had told her his story, that he was an immortal vampire trapped inside a wine bottle by another of his kind who he’d once considered a friend. He had been the one to build the mansion and live in it, assimilating into human high society and traveling between countries for centuries until the event of his capture.

       When MC had asked him about how the mansion had appeared and disappeared, he’d answered that it was part of the curse placed on him, that none should have been able to find and release him. Even he didn’t know how she had managed to stumble upon it.

       She believed him, choosing to trust the earnestness in his gaze when he’d apologized for biting her in a fit of starvation, but it was still a lot to take in, and they just sat there like that, blinking at each other, for a good minute or so. He seemed just as curious of her as she was of him, a little disoriented too, but she guessed that was to be expected after being trapped in a wine bottle for a hundred years. Finally, she said, “So what happens now? What are you going to do now that you’re free?” What was she going to do? She couldn’t just walk away from this place like it had never happened, right?

       He hummed, chuckling as he gazed around at the ruin of his home. “Rebuild, I suppose; catch up on what I’ve missed in the past hundred years.”

       MC blinked, biting her lip as she contemplated the impact of what she was about to say. An hour ago, all she had wanted to do was get away from this place, to forget it and never see it again, but now her heart felt strangely heavy at the thought. If she left this place behind now, she would regret it, she could feel it in her bones. Could she be blamed for wanting to live out whatever fairy tale this was, just for a little longer?

       “I…” Those yellow eyes met hers again, and her fate was sealed. “I might be able to help you with that.”

        Thus began her relationship with an immortal vampire, visiting him every day with new technology and books on the modern age for him to catch up with. More than once, he returned to the city with her, eager and capable of exploring for himself. He adjusted surprisingly easily to the new time period and all the technological advances that came with it, but she guessed that was part of being immortal, having to adapt quickly to the change of time. 

       She didn’t know what magic he possessed, but every day the mansion looked a little better, damaged furnishings either replaced or repaired, broken windows whole again, even the hole in the ceiling of the entry was miraculously fixed when she came one day. The lawn and garden still needed a great deal of attention, but those could definitely wait, especially since Le Comte was still weak after his long entrapment.

       “Le Comte?” MC called as she pushed the door open. The mansion welcomed her like an old friend now, warmth and the faint smell of sandalwood wrapping around her as she stepped into the entryway. She’d come to look forward to these daily meetings, noticeably out of it to her friends and colleagues when work or bad weather kept her from making the trip.

       “Here, ma cherie,” she heard him call from somewhere up the staircase. He could’ve been anywhere in this massive place and she still would have heard his call - another magical feature of the mansion and its connection with its owner. 

       It was weird. It had been months since she had found the mansion and Le Comte, but already she could barely remember what her life was like before. Her happiest moments were spent here, with him, her days filled with the smell of chamomile that she’d come to know as Le Comte’s, and easing the tension in her shoulders from the stress of modern life. 

       But it was more than that too, so much more. 

       She wasn’t dense. She knew what it meant for her heart to flutter the way it did at the mere thought of him. Truly, she’d had no intent of pursuing anything more than friendship when she started helping him. What more could there be between a human and a vampire? It had all seemed like a fairy tale, the beautiful mansion and the equally beautiful man in the bottle, waiting for her to find them, but this story would not end in romance, she was sure of it...or at least she had been. 

       She’d tried to reason with herself at first, that it was just the allure of something new and strange and magical in her ordinary life, that it was just the natural attraction of a vampiric predator to his human prey, but when had reason ever convinced a love-struck heart? He wasn’t going to hurt her, she was sure of that, and there were plenty of nice men in her normal life that she could have chosen from if she wanted a change of pace. No, she was in love with Le Comte and there was nothing she could do about it, no forwards or backwards, no place for her love to go, so it bloomed quietly in her chest, growing with each affectionate smile he sent her way. 

       MC found him hanging a painting in the hallway, a landscape she remembered him asking her opinion on last week when they went into town together. It made her cheeks warm a little, remembering his approving nod when she’d told him she liked it. The long, pale yellow coat he’d adopted lay across the back of a nearby chair, and the sleeves of his white button-up were rolled up, exposing pale forearms. It shouldn’t have made her blush, but to her shame it did, the sight of her crush’s bared skin making her feel like some pervert, excited by the least bit of exposed skin.

       “What do you think?” Stepping away from the painting, he dusted his hands off and she did her best to keep her eyes away from the elegant flex of his fingers. 

       “Looks nice,” she answered simply, turning her gaze to the painting and anywhere other than him. She could feel him looking at her, and she wondered what he was thinking, what was going on inside his head. 

       He hummed, pleased. “I bought it with you in mind.”

       “W-Why?” She didn’t know what to say. Lately, it was like each word he said to her was intended to make her heart pound.

       “I thought there should be something of you here.”

       Her cheeks were as good as on fire now, and she resisted the urge to reach up and press her cool palms against the heated skin. “I-I see.” She kept her gaze glued to the painting, staring but not seeing the whorls and colors that made up the bodies of two lovers entwined and hidden within the painting, not daring to look at him. “Thank you. It’s beautiful.”

       He didn’t respond, and the atmosphere suddenly felt too heavy, too many implications in his gaze, in buying this particular painting. Clearing her throat, she turned on her heel even as she spoke, “I’m going to go finish the cleaning I started in the kitchen yesterday.” MC cursed the way her voice swooped and dove, unwilling to settle on a tone and octave. 

       He chuckled and the sound warmed her to her bones. “Okay.”

       Her legs felt shaky as she made her way back down the steps and to the kitchen, blowing out a long breath as soon as she deemed herself far enough away from him. Mechanically, she pulled out the cutlery she’d been polishing the day before, her mind drifting as she did. Her heart felt shaky in her chest, fluttering and pounding and ready to run back up the stairs and throw itself into the hands of the vampire it belonged to. But she would do her best not to let it. 

       Falling in love with him was one thing. Starting a relationship with him was another. She couldn’t fully fathom what it would mean to be a vampire’s mate, what impact it would have on her human life, but she knew the cost would be immense. Besides, there was no telling if he even returned her feelings. He cared for her as any friend would - she knew that at least - and the affection he displayed was undeniable, but she refused to see it as anything more than platonic. Le Comte had already lived so much longer than her, and probably loved more than her too. Making assumptions would only lead to pain on both their parts.

       MC jumped, a noise of pain and surprise passing her lips, when her fingers slipped on the steak knife she’d been polishing, the sharp edge slicing the skin of her thumb. In seconds, a line of blood rose to the surface, gathering to drip down her skin in small drops. Hissing in pain, she turned to the sink, about to clean the wound, but she jumped when her attention caught on the sudden figure in the doorway. She hadn’t heard Le Comte approach, hadn’t even felt his presence, and how still he stood as he hovered in the doorway was immediately unsettling.

       “I wasn’t paying attention,” she tried to fill the silence, “I cut myself on one of the knives.”

       Still nothing from him, his gaze locked on her bleeding thumb.

       “Le Comte?”

       He seemed to startle out of whatever trance he’d fallen into, a shudder passing through him as he glanced up at her face before looking away entirely. His usual poise and grace was replaced by something hard, something sad. “You should leave,” he murmured, eyes shaded by his golden hair as he turned away from her, his movements stiff. 

       She blinked. “What? Why? I-”

       “Leave.” His voice was harder now, resonating with something that gripped her soul with icy claws. “Now.”

       So she did, helpless to disobey. Holding her bleeding hand, she ducked past him and hurried down the hall, through the door and down the path before her mind started to catch up. It hurt to be pushed away so cruelly by the one she loved, but she knew why he had done it, the memory of his fangs plunging into her neck months ago still a fresh reminder. He’d promised never to hurt her again, but he was still a vampire, surviving on blood. One slip up and...why didn’t the idea of him biting her bring her fear anymore?

       Her steps were small and slow as MC walked to the mansion the next day, tripping and stumbling more than once over roots and rocks she had always avoided easily before. She hadn’t slept well the night before, tossing and turning and staring at the ceiling. Every time she closed her eyes, those golden eyes were there, inviting her closer. She had considered not even coming today, but she’d eventually decided otherwise after spending all day unable to focus and watching the sun near the horizon from her bedroom window. Something restless in her heart wouldn’t let her avoid him.

       “Comte?” she called, too softly, when she opened the door. The newly polished wood and iron gave way easily under her touch. No answer, but she knew he could sense her, just as the mansion could. 

       The mansion at night made her want to curl up in front of a fire, preferably in the arms of her loved one. The candles in their newly restored candleholders cast warm, golden light on the richly colored walls and paintings, and she tried to ignore the burst of heat in her chest as she passed the painting Le Comte had gotten for her. The lovers within the frame became especially apparent in the romantic light, hands and lips on naked flesh. 

       She continued to Le Comte’s bedroom, taking a deep breath as she lifted a fist to knock. Still no answer, and her brow furrowed, but just as she was about to grasp the knob she heard something shatter from inside the room. 

       “Comte?” A pained moan and her heart jumped into her throat. “I’m sorry, but I’m coming in!”

       The glass shards lying across the floor were the least of her worries as she barged in, her attention falling on the man bent on the rug. A sense of deja vu settled over her, but before she’d taken even a few steps towards him one of his hands shot up, stopping her in place.

       “Why’d you come?” he grunted, his voice choked and dry. He didn’t give her any time to answer, continuing, “You shouldn’t be here.”

       “I came because I was worried,” she admitted softly, soothingly. “Comte, are you starving again?”

       “No!” The harsh edge to his tone made her jump, but she held her ground, digging her nails into her palm as she took another couple of steps towards him. He turned on her from his place on the floor, baring long, sharp fangs in a snarl. “Don’t come any closer!” 

       Maybe she should have, but MC felt no fear as she knelt in front of him, warm palm meeting his cool cheek. He stared at her, eyes shining with astonishment and hunger, sadness and longing. “Why didn’t you tell me you were starving?” she questioned, giving him a heartbroken smile. “Why didn’t you ask me for help? Do you not trust me enough for this?”

       Heartbeats passed as he stared at her, and for a second she wondered if he had heard her through his ravenous haze, if he was already too far gone in his bloodlust. Finally, his lips parted and he whispered, “It’s not that.” He closed his eyes, drooping into her touch. “It’s not that.”

       Without a word, she reached up, undoing a couple of buttons on her blouse. His eyes still closed, Le Comte let her guide him to the crook of her neck, but as soon as the warmth of her skin pressed against his cheek, he jolted, tearing out of her hold and dragging himself back along the rug, away from her.

       “You know nothing!” he hissed through clenched teeth. “You have no idea what I want to do to you!”

       “Then tell me!” she pleaded, hands fisting in her skirt. “Let me help you!”

       “I want to bite you!” he cried, anguished that she didn’t understand even as his eyes glinted with a feral light. “I want to sink my fangs into you and fuck you until all of you is mine! Until you’re filled with me!”

       MC stared, frozen at his omission. Maybe she hadn’t known the extent of his hunger for her, what it fully entailed, but she would happily let him have everything he wanted of her depending on his answer to her next question.

       “Is it just because you’re starving?” she asked quietly. “Could anyone satisfy you right now?”

       His gaze locked with hers, weighing the question. He knew exactly what she was asking. “No,” he admitted, his voice hushed, and the tension in the room reached a climax. “Only you. I starve for your blood, your body, and yours alone.”

       “Then I don’t care,” she laughed breathlessly. Her heart felt like it was ready to beat out of her chest, and she couldn’t restrain her relieved smile as she met his wide-eyed expression. “Bite me...fuck me...and I’ll still love you.”

       A heartbeat later, she was lifted off the floor, weightless, and tossed onto the bed. She bounced on the mattress, sinking into the luscious pillows and blankets, before a solid weight settled over her. Grabbing her hands, Le Comte pinned them above her head, hot tongue leaving a wet trail against her neck. His hips settled between her legs, pinning her to the mattress as he teased the sensitive spot on the side of her throat with the tips of his fangs. 

       “Oh…” She writhed under him, skirt slipping up her thighs as she wrapped a leg around his waist. Her body still remembered how it felt to be bitten by him, the overwhelming pleasure, the heat. “Please…!”

       “Abel,” he whispered in her ear, making her still for a moment. “I want you calling me by my real name as I claim you.” His fangs slipped so suddenly into her neck, she barely registered the pain before pleasure claimed her unprepared body, nerve endings set alight with sudden arousal. Her vision blurred and she might’ve screamed, but she didn’t know, too focused on the way his body was pressing into her suddenly oversensitive one as her blood flowed into his mouth. It was more powerful this time, whether made so by the sudden confession between them or his increased need for her, she didn’t know and didn’t care. All she could think of was the mournful emptiness in her core and the rush of release that ruined her panties as he continued to drink from her.

       When MC came to, she was naked, bare to him in the firelight. Her heart was pounding and her inner thighs were wet, slick with her cum. Le Comte...Abel...wasn’t on top of her anymore, his hands on her calves holding her legs apart as he knelt by her feet. She gasped silently, eyes widening, when she realized he was equally bare, every inch of him more gorgeous than she could have ever imagined as the firelight danced across his skin.

       “So beautiful,” he purred, kissing up the inside of her leg from her ankle to her thigh. “You were sent here just for me, weren’t you? Sent to free me, all for me to love.” She couldn’t answer, squeezing her eyes shut and digging her fingers into the sheets as he neared the apex of her thighs. “Mmm, you smell positively delectable, mon amour.”

       She yelped, fingers flying to his hair as his fangs burrowed into the soft skin of her thigh. It was more painful in a spot so vulnerable, but the pleasure after the pain was more intense too, making her writhe in his grip as another wave of release soaked her thighs. She mewled and panted as he took greedy gulps from her, laving his tongue lovingly across the bloodied skin when he’d had his fill. Her body shuddered with the aftershocks of a second orgasm, and she whimpered, too sensitive to his touch. Such rapture shouldn’t have been humanly possible, wasn’t humanly possible.

       “You’re the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted,” Abel moaned, eyes half-lidded as he peered up at her from between her legs. His hands ran up and down her legs, bending them at the knees as he crawled closer, hot breath fanning against her wet pussy. He took her in so greedily, so hungrily, she had to resist the urge to close her legs around him, to hide away from the intensity of his gaze. Never had anyone looked at her like that before, starving for her. 

       MC gasped his name breathlessly when his tongue licked a stripe along her slit, and he groaned at the taste of her arousal. “Absolutely soaked,” he purred, licking his lips. “I don’t believe I even need to prepare you for me.” 

       She trembled as he licked her again, yelping and bucking her hips into his face when his mouth wrapped around her clit. His grip on her hips held her still as his tongue delved inside of her, chin shining with her wetness as he slurped and moaned. Though she had never admitted it, this was what she had wanted for so long, her love reciprocated to the utmost. And as much as she wanted him to continue, she was already oversensitive from the intensity of her previous two climaxes. She wouldn’t be able to take much more without it becoming painful soon and she wanted him inside of her, filling and stretching and claiming her.

       “A-Abel,” she managed to say, her vision blurred with pleasured tears. “T-Too much. Too sensitive.”

       That’s what she said, but she still nearly cried when his tongue left her, biting her lip and squeezing her eyes shut to keep herself from shoving his head back between her legs. His warmth fell over her as he moved on top of her, soft lips kissing the corners of her eyes and trailing over her cheeks. She mewled when his hardened cock brushed her throbbing core, unintentionally teasing her. Even just brushing against her, she could tell he was huge, bigger than any human male could ever be.

       “Are you okay?” he murmured softly, and she nodded.

       Opening her eyes, MC cupped his cheek, leaning up to kiss him with as much love and need as she could muster. “Please,” she whispered against his lips, “Make me yours?”

       Even though she’d already confessed so much to him tonight, Abel still looked at her with such amazement in his eyes, as if he couldn’t believe she was actually real and here with him. Placing his hand over hers, he closed his eyes, smiling into her palm. “I don’t deserve to...but it would be my honor.” He didn’t say anything more, but he didn’t need to; the weight of mutual love and adoration that filled the space between them and his overjoyed smile against her skin said enough.

       Without wasting another moment, he reached between them and gently guided himself into her, hazy, lust-focused golden eyes peering into hers as a shudder wracked their joined forms. Her nails dug into his back, core squeezing around the pulsing length burrowing inside of her.

       “Relax, mon amour,” he whispered, nuzzling the soft spot below her ear. Taking a few deep, shuddering breaths, she tried to relax the clenching in her lower stomach, gradually adjusting to the stretch. 

       “Please,” she whined, planting kisses across his chin and jaw. “Move.”

       The world she knew fell away, nonexistent. All there was was him and her and this place, wrapped up with velvet and warm firelight as her vampire made love to her.

       His thrusts into her were slow and forceful, the pleasure it brought rolling over her in spine-tingling waves. Her back arched, head thrown back to expose her neck to his hungry lips, as he held her against him. 

       “Perfect,” he moaned against her skin, his breath raising goosebumps on her flesh. “Absolutely perfect.”

       Her toes curled as he lifted her hips, changing the angle and hitting spots deep inside of her that made her see stars. Her arms laced around him, vice-like as she held onto him desperately. Each powerful stroke into her teased the edge of her climax, igniting her nerves, and the feeling of his mouth closing around the nipple of one bouncing breast made her scream.

       She writhed, helplessly grinding her hips to meet his thrusts as he sucked the hardened bud, teasing it with his fangs. His other hand pinched and rolled its twin, his thrusts turning harder as he fucked her into the mattress. He let go of her breast with a wet pop, leaving a trail of wet kisses in his wake as he moved up her chest, nipping at her collarbone for good measure.

       “Does it feel good?” he purred in her ear, honeyed voice dripping with sin. “Do you like the way it feels, my fangs in your throat and my cock in your cunt?”

       “Yes!” she cried, desperate. She wanted so badly to cum again, to reach her climax for the third time tonight. It was already so, so close. “Please - anhg! - Don’t stop!”

       He chuckled, warm breath fanning against her skin. “I don’t intend to.” His cock slammed into the sensitive spot inside of her, his hand reaching between her legs to find her clit. “Not until your body knows me and me alone.”

       She could feel the coil deep in her stomach starting to tighten, signaling her impending climax. “Haa...A-Abel! I’m - I’m close! Ah...more! Feels...ha...so good! I need more!”

       Something changed in him at her words, whatever control he had recovered after drinking her blood vanishing. Grunting, he grabbed the backs of her knees and pushed them against her chest. “Cum around my cock,” he coaxed, face alight with feral desire. The expression was unfamiliar on his gentlemanly face, but it still shot a pulse of heat straight to her core, making her squeeze around him. “Make me cum inside of you.”

       MC screamed, coating him in her release as he rammed into her, the new position sending her over the edge and into her climax. She sobbed, fluttering around his piercing cock as the blunt head pummeled her cervix, the slight pain making her orgasm all the more ravaging. 

       He groaned, thrusts turning sloppy as her core milked him, and with another few deep thrusts inside of her, he came, growling into her neck as he pulsed. She trembled at the feeling of his cum filling her, hot and thick and pooling somewhere deep inside of her as her eyes closed and her body turned weightless.

       She didn’t realize she had fallen asleep until her eyes fluttered open, finding herself tucked under the covers and cuddled against a warm, bare chest. 

       “You’re awake,” Le Comte’s voice rumbled against her cheek, and she tilted her head to peer up at him as his fingers carded soothingly through her hair. “Are you okay?”

       “Yeah.” She blushed, noting the soreness and lingering warmth between her thighs. “It was just...intense.” The corner of his lips twitched in the beginnings of a smirk, and she kept talking before he could tease her. “Do you not sleep?” she said softly, reaching to tuck her arms around him in turn. 

       “I do,” he chuckled with a raised brow, relaxing into her embrace. 

       “Then why don’t you?”

       “...I’m almost afraid to sleep,” he admitted wryly. “Maybe this...meeting you...has all been a dream and I’m still stuck in that bottle.”

       Her grip on him tightened, snuggling him closer. She hadn’t known he’d felt this way, scarred by his time trapped and alone, but of course he would. He felt and processed experiences just as she did. Leaning up, she kissed him softly, feeling his arms pull her closer. “I’m real,” she murmured, holding his gaze, those brilliant golden eyes she had originally fallen so deeply in love with. “This is real, and I love you. I still don’t know how I was able to find this place, but I’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere.”

       “What did I do for God to send you to me?” His breathing stuttered and he said on a shaky exhale, “I’ve done things, things that pervert the rules of nature, things that I never want to tell you. How can I possibly deserve you?”

       “Hmm, do you love me?” She smiled, her heart feeling full enough to burst from her chest.

       “Madly,” he answered, without missing a beat.

       “Then we’ll work our way up from there. Just know that I can’t remember ever being happier than I have been here with you these past months.” Leaning up for a last kiss, she felt him smile against her lips. “We’ll figure it out, okay?”

       There was still much to discuss, a whole dynamic to work out between them, but it could wait until morning. For now, they could sleep in each other’s arms, blissfully in love and ready to face the challenges that would come with each tomorrow.

       They had all the time in the world, after all.

#ikemen #ikemen series #cybird #cybird ikemen series #cybird fanfic #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp smut #ikemen vampire smut #ikevamp le comte #ikemen vampire le comte #romance #smut #angst #ikevamp le comte x reader #ikevamp le comte x mc #otome #otome x reader #le comte de saint germain #ikemen vampire le comte x reader #ikemen vampire le comte x mc #vampire in a bottle (le comte de saint germain x mc)

[kaeyas-beloved]

And As Time Ticks, Stay In My Arms {Comte x MC/Reader}

Summary: While the end is inevitable, neither of them want to think about it. Not now they beg.

Prompt -> Credit: @writing-reading-bitch-queen

Warning(s): Ehhh, angst/fluff - the bittersweet kind though.

Note: I think this is one of those pieces of writing that make sense but at the same time don’t. Y’know, like the okay but why? kind - or maybe it’s just because this is my own writing that I think this? Make sense?

Yes, no, either way, enjoy the upsetting reality that comes with any relationship Comte enters!

The consecutive tapping of rain pelting on glass was rather melodic, as well as hypnotic, it’s siren sound enough to have her lost in seconds to the sea of thought. Everything from the sight to the smell of rain soothed her mind and body, prompting this type of weather to be her favourite above all else. It was always there to ease the inner turmoil that comes and goes with being mortal, and it’s usually enough for her to perish the intrusive thoughts that come with the path she’s taken.

Tonight though, it wasn’t, if anything the rain made it all the more melancholy. In the years to come, what would become of her and her lover?

“Chère?” a smooth voice called out to her, faint remnant of sleep laced within. Eyes flicking over her shoulder, she watches as the greater vampire sheds the covers and stands, yellow silk nightshirt somehow staying perfectly unwrinkled. Just like him. 

Placing his large, warm palms on her waist Le Comte gently tugged her back flushed to his chest, eyes of pure gold joining in on gazing at the Spring shower.

Nothing was said, he knew that his wife would say something when she was ready. Even if she didn’t, that was okay, he’d continue to comfort her in ways that he knew how to. 

“Do you...” she finally spoke, voice just below a whisper, “do you think you’ll still love me even if I’m old and wrinkly?” 

“My love, I...” For once Comte didn’t know what to say, eyebrows furrowing with a frown forming on his face. The topic was a delicate one, something he didn’t like to dwell on too often. The mere idea of some day arriving where he’d have to say goodbye, a time where she’d no longer be by his side, loving him as he loves her wholeheartedly, was just far too painful. 

“Please... tell me Comte...” she pleaded, turning to bury her face in the crook of his neck. He smelled homey, like freshly baked bread with a hint of something sweet - but that might just be because he consumes baguettes as much as he does blood.   

When many moments of silence passed with nothing but the rain continuing to pour, Comte finally landed on an answer. 

“Of course. Until the end.” 

He knew that these were his true feelings, that no matter how many full moons pass by, his heart will always stay beating for the woman that’s tucked safely in his arms. Even when she isn’t anymore.

As of right now they’ll each hold the other, hearts crushed by the truth that is their reality, yet knowing full well that when tomorrow comes, this feeling will be gone, they’d go on and have more happy moments. 

Perhaps one day he’ll ask her to give up her mortality, just so they can have a little more time together. For now, just for right now though, they’ll take in each other’s warmth, commit it to memory, and vow to never let the other go until it’s time itself being the one to do so.

#ikemen vampire comte #comte de saint germain #comte x reader #ikemen vampire #ikevam x reader #ikevamp #ikevam fanfic #ikevamp comte #ikevam comte #cybird ikemen #ikemen series #ikemen vampire le comte #le comte de saint germain #le comte de saint germain x reader #comte angst #ikevamp angst #ikevam angst #comte x mc #comte de saint-germain x reader

[driedmarigolds]

A Birthday to You

I wrote a Le Comte fic for my friend @saphyhowl  ‘s birthday. It’s also officially my first Ikevamp fic. pairing: Le Comte x MC Rating: General audience Word count: 627

Its sort of short, but I hope its enjoyed! Again happy birthday to Saphy!!!

      “Happy Birthday, Ma Chérie.” Le Comte held out a small box, his lips curved into a gentle smile. “I got you a gift.”  Her face lit up. In truth, the fact that he remembered her birthday at all was more than enough of a gift-- and knowing him, he probably overdid it when it came to picking out gifts. Le Comte wasn’t exactly known for going cheap.

      Saphy opened the box; inside was a bracelet embedded with diamonds, her suspicions were correct--way too expensive. “ I can’t accept this, this is worth more than anything I’ve ever owned. Really you do too much--”

    He cut her off with a soft kiss on her forehead. “But I want to spoil you, won’t you let me for today?” Really, it was just another excuse to spoil her--but he hoped maybe she would actually let him this time since it was her birthday. “It’s only fair, you spoil me just by existing everyday.” Le Comte knew how silly that must sound, but he was being honest. Saphy brought a sort of liveliness to the Mansion that had been lacking before--and selfishly, it made his life brighter. In his mind, this really was the least he could do.

   She pondered over it for a moment. “Oh, I suppose I can, but just this time. Don’t think this means you can buy me expensive gifts all the time,” she said, half teasing. Really accepting gifts was hard enough, bit diamonds was too much. Saphy was eternally grateful though, even now. “Thank you though, it really is lovely.” She closed the box back. Her smile was soft and shy, cheeks darkened with a blush. “I’ll cherish it forever.” The plan was to set it on her nightstand where she could look at it every night--she didn’t necessarily trust herself not to lose it if she wore it around and this would keep it in pristine condition. “You do know this means I have to spoil you for your birthday now, don’t you?”

   Le Comte waved a dismissive hand, chuckling. “Yes, yes--but let’s not think about me right now, it’s your birthday so for the entire day I want us to only think about you.” Leaning down, he pressed a gentle peck against her lips. “It’s not everyday I get to celebrate my darling’s existence.” 

   “Not that you haven’t tried.” She felt giddiness at the fact that he did cherish her. In truth, she never thought she’d make it past his gentlemanly exterior to find out what lies in his heart--but she had and what she found there made her happier than she ever had been. There was a mutual trust and love that she never thought possible. A sigh. “Je t’adore. I adore you.” 

   “I adore you too, Ma Chérie.” Standing up, Le Comte held out his hand. “Now come, I had Sebastian make you a cake for your birthday and I would like to have some with you.” What he meant was he wanted to feed the cake to her, but she didn’t need to know that yet. “It’s your favorite.”

  “Oh yum, I can’t wait.” Saphy took his hand, lacing their fingers together. “You really do spoil me too much, but I can’t complain about cake. Really, thank you--this all means so much to me.” This really was the best birthday she had ever had, if only for who she spend it with. 

    “Happy birthday again, My love. I look forward to the rest of the day together and the countless birthdays to come. Thank you for being in my life.” Le Comte pressed his lips to the back of her hand, before turning to make their way to the dining hall and into the future they would get to spend together.

#Ikemen Vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp fic #mc x le comte de saint germain #my writing #saphyhowl #i hope the french is okay #i did not do well in french class

[ikemenlibrary]

ikemen vampire gift exchange masterlist

I just wanted to thank all the participants in my event for helping me bring this idea to life. I had an absolute blast getting to know each and every one of you and I’m so happy with how the event turned out! 

(p.s. I think I've gotten everything on here, but please let me know if anything has been forgotten)

Immortelle | Comte de Saint Germain x F!Reader - by @readerinsertfanfiction for @ikemenlibrary​

In Another Life | Napoleon Bonaparte x Arthur Wellesley (Duke Wellington)  - by @readerinsertfanfiction for @batteryrose

Quiet Bliss | Leonardo x Sunny (OC) - by @batteryrose for @saeyoungs-sunflower

You Only Have To Ask | Leonardo x MC - by @saeyoungs-sunflower for @aquagirl1978

Dear Diary | Comte de St. German x Reader x Vlad - by @aquagirl1978 for @tiny-wooden-robot​​

A Vampire’s Love | Le Comte de Saint Germain x Female Reader - by @tiny-wooden-robot for @ikemenlibrary

Entre Espoire et Peur | Theodorus van Gogh x Female Reader - by @tiny-wooden-robot for @ikehoe

My Promise To You | Arthur x MC - by @ikehoe for @toloveawarlord

As Deep as the Ocean | Mozart x reader - by @toloveawarlord​ for @efie-oshita​

Ta Chérie | Ikemen Vampire MC x Comte - by @efie-oshita​ for @ikemenlibrary​

And Like a Flower, This Love Blossoms | Vlad x Anya (OC) - by @ikemenlibrary for @readerinsertfanfiction​

Escape | Comte x MC - by @nad-zeta for @ikemenlibrary

First Impressions | Theo x MC - by @nad-zeta for @dear-mrs-otome

Misunderstandings | Theo x MC - by @nad-zeta for @dear-mrs-otome

Verlangen | Theo x MC - by @nad-zeta for @dear-mrs-otome

A Sheep in Wolf’s Clothing | Theo/Female MC - by @dear-mrs-otome​ for @princessranran​

Double Trouble | Comte x Leonardo x MC - by @princessranran​ for @kazesuke​

Comte/MC mutual pining Leonardo fan fiction | by @kazesuke for @chaosangel767

One More Month | MC x Comte - by @chaosangel767​ for @crystal13unny​

Charles-Henri NSFW Fanfiction - by @crystal13unny​ for @daegupaksu​

Jean art - by @daegupaksu for @weird-profiterole

Chibi Jean x MC art - by @weird-profiterole for @atelier-maroron

William Shakespapa: Family Man (Part 1) | Shakespeare x Reader - by @atelier-maroron​ for @ikesimp100​

William Shakespeare x Ihana art - by @ikesimp100 for @devildomwritersposts

Stardust & Starlight | Shakespeare x MC/Reader - by @nad-zeta​ and @readerinsertfanfiction​ for @littlewitty​

Orpheus and Eurydice | Arthur x MC - by @littlewitty for @aminiatureworld

Harmony | Mozart x MC - by @aminiatureworld​ for @bluejay-writes​

Writer’s Block | Shakespeare x Vincent - by @bluejay-writes​ for @ikeromantic​

Arpeggio | Mozart x Penélope (OC) - by @ikeromantic​ for @ifeelredandblue​

Vincent, Arthur, and Theo art - by @ifeelredandblue​ for @tacogawa​

Arthur x MC art - by @tacogawa​ for @rubird--playsotome​

Napoleon x MC art - by @rubird--playsotome for @iphigeniainaulis

How do I love you? | Napoleon x F!MC - by @iphigeniainaulis​ for @xxsycamore​

Dirty Dance For Three | Arthur x Isaac x MC - by @xxsycamore​ for @scummy-writes​

University AU | Theo x Zeta (OC) - by @scummy-writes for @nad-zeta

Something More Beautiful Than Words | Arthur x Mary Ellen (Reader) - by @ikemenlibrary for @rhodolitesroseforclavis

#ikemen vampire gift exchange #ikemen vampire fan fiction #ikemen vampire fan art

[ikeromantic]

Ikemen Vampire One-Offs and Asks

These are random asks, one-time vignettes, and short stories not included in series or celebrations.

Le Comte de Saint-Germaine

Hide and Seek - playful fluff and light spice

Importance - angst/comfort and confessions of love

Sub-Space - nsfw BDSM and aftercare

Leonardo da Vinci

Inconsiderate Lover - Leo comforts his insecure cara

Tease - an nsfw version of the sfw route chapter

Vampire Lover - nsfw ask for AU past lover returns

First Fight Fic

Leonardo and catgirl MC - fluffy and funny

Leo x Inexperienced MC - fluff and spice

Napoleon Bonaparte

More Than Words and Kisses - hurt/comfort with depressed MC

Search and Rescue - Napoleon must rescue his stubborn nunuche

Theo Van Gogh

Theo and MC's first fight

Sing - Theo and an MC who is embarrassed to sing in public

Arthur Conan Doyle

The Old Switcheroo

Unrequited Love - angst fic with MC x Leo

A Baby Between Them - angst/fluff with MCxTheo and it's Arthur's baby

Arthur's Confession - sequel to A Baby Between Them, angst

A Little Spice - MC x Arthur where Arthur gets jealous of Theo

Isaac Newton

Isaac and MC's fight and makeup

Isaac Wants - a fic of yearning and fulfillment

Wanting - Isaac, Theo, and OC Kathryn thrupple. NSFW

Sebastian

Childhood Crush - MC reunites with Sebas, fluff and light angst

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Arpeggio - Mozart gets a spanking, features an OC, spicy

Connection - a Thirteen Reasons Why inspired Mozart, angst

Johann Georg Faust

MC has a bad day and Faust comforts her in his own way

Multiple Characters

IkeVamp Guys React to Tattooed MC - All

Theo, Napoleon, le Comte, Isaac, Mozart, and Arthur asking for MCs hand in marriage

le Comte, Theo, and Arthur react to a curvy MC

Dazai, Jean, and Vlad react to a curvy MC

Vincent, Napoleon, and Charles with a curvy MC

le Comte, Leonardo, and Mozart react to an MC that was abused

Jean, Dazai, Leonardo, le Comte, and Napoloeon react to a sensitive MC

#reblog #organizing #ikemen vampire #fanfiction #fanfic #otome #otome guys

[mythiica]

Fics Masterlist

✰ = Request

♧ = Requested through Ikemen Discord Writers

♡ = Reposted from my dA

✿ = Third person POV

☾ = First person POV

❤ = Personal favourite

🌼 = Edgar Appreciation Week 2019

★ = Ikemen Vampire Angst Color Collection

Most of my fics at in the second person (you/your) and (Y/n) as the subject. Lately, I’ve been testing out some different point of views, and they have been marked with a ✿ to make it easier to tell the difference. 

Ikemen Sengoku

SFW

Reader x Nobunaga Oda - Midnight Confession ♧ ❤

Reader x Nobunaga Oda - Morning in Vienna

Reader x Nobunaga Oda - The Ashes of Us ♧ ❤

Thunderstorm Headcanons {Nobunaga} ✰

Reader x Hideyoshi Toyotomi - Affection ✰

Reader x Hideyoshi Toyotomi - Wash Your Worries Away

Reader x Masamune Date - Caring For Your Sick Person

Reader x Ieyasu Tokugawa - How to Properly Brew Shincha Tea ✰

Reader x Ieyasu Tokugawa - Eccedentesiast

Reader x Mitsuhide Akechi - Rendezvous in the Rain ❤

Reader x Mitsuhide Akechi - Trust the Kitsune ✰

Reader x Mitsuhide Akechi - A Kitsune’s Confession ✰

Reader x Mitsunari Ishida - Oblivious

Reader x Shingen Takeda - By Your Side ♡ ❤

Reader x Shingen Takeda - Congratulations

Reader x Shingen Takeda - Heaven’s Confetti

Shingen Takeda {Ikemen Sengoku} Headcanons ♧

Reader x Kenshin Uesugi - Salty Onigiri

Reader x Kenshin Uesugi - Persuading You

Reader x Sasuke Sarutobi - Stolen Kiss

Reader x Sasuke Sarutobi - Settling Down ✰

Reader x Kennyo - Little Bird

Mai x Kennyo - Perhaps ✿

A Note from Kennyo - Accidental Kiss ☾ ❤

Modern AU! Slow Burn - {Ieyasu Tokugawa}, {Mitsuhide Akechi}, {Shingen Takeda} ✰

Reactions to a sick MC - {Masamune Date}, {Nobunaga Oda}, {Kenshin Usegui}, {Shingen Takeda} ✰

Mini Fics Early Morning Fluffs {Mitsuhide}, {Kenshin} ✰

Mini Scenarios - The Warlords Seeing Their Children for the First Time ❤

Mini Scenarios - The Warlords Reacting to Minor Injuries

Mini Scenarios - The Warlords + Being Fed

NSFW

Nobunaga Oda {Ikemen Sengoku} Headcanons

Reader x Fem!Nobunaga Oda - Lady Nobunaga

Reader x Masamune Date - Hot Springs Fun

Reader x Ieyasu Tokugawa - “Stay here for the night. Don’t go back to your room.”  ✰

Reader x Kenshin Uesugi - Pickled Plums

Reader x Kenshin Uesugi -  Divine Punishment

Reader x Shingen Takeda - Reverse Roles ❤

NSFW Alphabet Headcanons {Shingen Takeda} ✰

Reader x Sasuke Sarutobi - Hold On ♧

Reader x Sasuke Sarutobi - “ll take it you were happy to see me then?” ✰

Reader x Sasuke Sarutobi - Rendezvous on the Roof ✰

Reader x Kennyo - Distractions ♧

NSFW Headcanons {Kennyo} ✰

Mitsuhide Akechi x Reader x Mitsunari Ishida - Celebrating Victory

Hideyoshi Toyotomi x Reader x Nobunaga Oda - Reward

IkeSen Scenarios - Dom!Fem {NSFW} (all warlords) ❤

IkeSen Scenarios - Warlords + Food {NSFW} (all warlords) ❤

Dom!Fem Headcanons - {Nobunaga Oda} {Mitsuhide Akechi} ✰

NSFW Alphabet Headcanons {Nobunaga}, {Ieyasu} ✰

Drunk MC + Suggestive Mini Fics - {Nobunaga} {Mitsuhide} ✰

Drunk MC + Suggestive Mini Fics - {Ieyasu} {Mitsuhide}, {Sasuke} ✰

Shingen Takeda x Nobunaga Oda - Taming the Devil King

Shingen Takeda x Nobunaga Oda - A Game of Go

Crack (usually edits)

Noburella Part 1/4 ❤

Noburella Part 2/4

Ikemen Revolution

SFW

Reader x Ray Blackwell - Serendipity

Reader x Sirius Oswald – Forget-Me-Nots ❤

Reader x Sirius Oswald - Gentle Smiles and Lullabies ♧

Reader x Seth Hyde - Macarons, Not to be Confused with Macaroons ♡

Reader x Luka Clemence - New Traditions

Reader x Lancelot Kingsley - You Mean the World to Me ❤

Reader x Jonah Clemence – Peek-A-Boo ♧

Reader x Jonah Clemence - Morning Cuddles ✰

Reader x Edgar Bright - Intimacy ✰

Reader x Edgar Bright - No 🌼

Reader x Kyle Ash - Rum What? ♡

Reader x Zero - Midnight Therapy

Reader x Harr Silver - Springtime Skinny Dipping

Reader x Harr Silver - Your Eyes, Like Silver

Reader x Oliver Knight - To Charm a Woman

Reader x Blanc Lapin - A Bunny’s Habit

Oliver Knight {Ikemen Revolution}  Headcanons ♧ (Written with kiarigirl-blog)

Reader x Lancelot x Sirius x Harr - A Competition for Your Hand ♧ ❤

NSFW

Reader x Sirius Oswald - Temporary Bliss

Reader x Sirius Oswald - View

Reader x Fenrir Godspeed - A Picnic… Without Clothes?

Reader x Lancelot Kingsley - A Night to Remember ♧

Reader x Edgar Bright - Sensual

Reader x Loki Genetta - How to Properly Start Your Day

Ikemen Vampire

SFW

Reader x le Comte de Sainte Germain - Golden Days  ★ ❤

Reader x Wolfgang Mozart - Lavender Dreams ★ ❤

Reader x Leonardo da Vinci - An Amber Astrolabe ★ ❤

Reader x William Shakespeare - My World ♧

NSFW 

Reader x le Comte de Saint Germain - Letters to You ♧

Crack

Isaac Newton Edits ❤

just a regular sunday evening

jean meme

if ikevam had internet

so 

Mr. Love Queen’s Choice

SFW

Reader x Gavin - Sunset Atop the Oak Tree ✰

Reader x Gavin - To Keep You Safe ✰

Reader x Gavin - The Proper Way to Distract Someone ✰

Reader x Gavin - Last Sunrise ✰

SFW Headcanons {Gavin} 

Reader x Kiro - You Promised ✰

Silly MC Headcanons {Victor} ✰

Reader x Victor - Confronting Chik ✰

Endometriosis Headcanons {Lucien} ✰

MLQC Headcanons - Hiking

Victor, Gavin Incorrect Quote

Victor edits ❤

NSFW

Reader x Gavin - Officer’s Punishment ✰

Reader x Gavin - Date Gone… Right? ✰

Reader x Gavin - A Night Full of Surprises ✰

Reader x Gavin - Mistletoe Surprise

Reader x Victor - Shower Sin ✰

A-Z NSFW Alphabet {Victor} ✰

Reader x Lucien - Jealousy Looks Good on You ✰

Reader x Lucien - A Steamy Bubble Bath ♧

Reader x Kiro - Sweeter Than Sweet ✰

Baby Fever/Fluff {Main 4} ✰

Obey Me!

Reader x Beelzebub - Midnight Snack

The Arcana

SFW

Reader x Muriel - Twitterpated

NSFW

Vibrators Mini Scenarios {Main 6}

Midnight Cinderella

SFW

Reader x Alyn Crawford - Nemesism ♧

NSFW

NSFW Headcanons {Sid} ✰

NSFW Headcanons {Byron Wagner} ✰

Reader x Giles Christophe - A Lesson on the Human Body

Other

SFW

Reader x Levi Ackerman - Blood Rusted Memories ♡

Reader x Saeran Choi - Dystychiphobia ♡

Reader x Tooru Oikawa - The Three Times He’s Cried for You ♡ ❤

 NSFW

Reader x Yut-Lung Lee - Intimacy ✰

Ash Lynx, Yut-Lung Lee {Banana Fish} Headcanons ✰

Reader x Jumin Han - Mine ♡

Reader x Vanderwood - Good to be Home ♧

Other - not fics

Chats

Salt {Chat between Lancelot and Oliver}

Rose {Chat between Jonah and Luka}

Bang Bang {Chat between Mitsuhide, Mai, Mitsunari, and Masamune)

Throne {Chat between Nobunaga and Mai}

Womanizer {Chat between Shingen and Mai}

#masterlist

[verida31]

A Starry Starry Night: Ikemen Vampire

This fanfic contains the following trigger warning: Brief mention of suicide

OC (Anitis) x Vincent

Type: Fluffy, but slightly angst songfic

Special thanks to kilesplaysthings for letting me use their headcanon for this which you can find in the link below!

https://kilesplaysthings.tumblr.com/post/186017450680/headcanon-that-mc-sings-the-song-vincent-starry

(There may be inaccurate Dutch translations, but it’s the best I could do with Google Translate ^^;)

A Starry, Starry, Night

Anitis came down to the kitchen in the mansion as she waited for Sebastian to begin her duties in another day of serving vampires. The revelation of what Le Comte said was a little hard to fully comprehend even after 4 days living in the mansion: the fact that everyone (Except for Sebastian) were all vampires bounded by contracts by Comte de Saint Germain. However, after Sebastian and Comte explained to her how vampires work, she decided that it would be safest living in the mansion for the month until she could return home to her time. However, there have been two people that she has always admired since she was studying in her art school days: the Van Gogh brothers Vincent and Theodorus.

Their works have inspired her since she was a child, with most of her artwork reflecting more of the still lifes and portraits that she had read in the several art textbooks. She always looked up the Van Gogh brothers for inspiration and motivation and though Theodorus seem to not like her and she is occasionally on edge because of that, she still respected him now regardless.

As she waited for Sebastian to arrive, she sat down and looked at the kitchen, looking away from the stove with some uneasiness. “Anitis, calm down. If Sebastian says that you need to cook, just tell him that you’re still too uncomfortable,” she muttered as she left that mentality. Then, with a small breath, she started humming softly.

“Starry starry night... Paint your palette blue and grey...”

“Anitis, why are you humming like a worried goat?” Sebastian said as he looked to Anitis.

“Sebastian!” Anitis jumped at the sudden arrival. “Apologies, I was just… preparing myself for shadowing!” Slight sweat formed up as she profusely nodded, “Yep! Nothing wrong!”

Sebastian looked at her for a moment until he gave her a hard flick to her face. As Anitis rubbed her face from the sudden pain, Sebastian sighed. “Next time I suggest that you do not conceal any lies for both of our sakes,” Sebastian chided. He then took out a serving tray and pitcher. “Come, the food will not serve itself,” Sebastian said as he went on. Within the dining hall dwelled the van Gogh brothers for the day.

“Why are you here?” Theodorus scoffed at Anitis as she enters. “Unless you’re the appetizer, you can take your leave.”

“Actually no. I’m training to be the server and hopefully not become the served,” Anitis commented politely as she stays behind to shadow Sebastian.

“It seems you’re more of a Knabbeljte then I thought,” Theodorus said as Sebastian gently put down the pancakes beside him.

“Theo, it is rude to call her that,” Vincent said. He then turned over to Anitis. “I apologize for my younger brother’s behavior. He becomes shy around new people,” he said warmly with a smile.

Anitis gave a small smile. “Thank you, Vin-eh Master Vincent,” she said as she continued to quietly shadow Sebastian. Still, even with Theodorus’s words being harsh, it was true. She was nothing more than a visitor at best, and even though Comte and Sebastian tried to make her feel as comfortable as they could, she still felt small.

---

Vincent saw her smile as she passed by. A hollow smile that betrayed forced happiness. It was a smile that was familiar to him, but it was from the back of his mind. As she was almost about to leave with Sebastian, he gave a smile. “May you have a good day, Anitis,” Vincent said in an assuring way. Anitis gave back a small smile. “Thank you, Master Vincent,” she said softly. However, Vincent shook his head. “Just Vincent,” he said warmly. Nodding, she then left at Sebastian’s instruction.

It was another day of occasional banter, Anitis doing housework with Sebastian as the vampires were in the point of slightly opening up, but were still very cold to them. Vincent stayed inside most of the day in his room, painting a vase of white carnations.

The evening has arrived as Vincent picked up the vase to return the vase to Theodorus’s room. As he opened up his door and awaited for Theodorus, he heard a faint voice at the end on the corridor where Anitis’s room was located.

“Starry, starry night, paint your palette blue and grey. Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul.”

Her voice was as clear as the night sky that this evening brought forth as he waited on. Theodorus came up to his door as "I guess you’re hearing her Theo?” Vincent asked as Theodorus nodded. “I was getting worried. If you want her quiet, you don’t need to say it twice.” Vincent then walked towards the voice as Theodorus looked back, “Vincie, the location of the vase is on the other side,” Theodorus said to him.

”Now I understand what you tried to say to me.”

Vincent went more forward to the sound as if entranced when Theodorus grabbed his hand. “Come on, Vincent,” Theodorus said impatiently as he tried to pull him away. However, Vincent stayed put and though it didn’t seem he was pulling, his strength underlying it is definitely present. “No Theo, I want to hear this song,” he said with a serious face.

“...perhaps they’ll listen now.”

Theo, looking rather surprised, turned around in a slightly annoyed expression. “Fine, but I’m coming with you.”

“Of course,” Vincent said as he went on.

“Starry starry night… flaming flowers that brightly blaze. Swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.”

Vincent stopped at his name after arriving dangerously close to Anitis’s room. He had blue eyes, his name was Vincent, but he couldn’t grasp on why she’d used the lyric “Starry starry night”. Unless she meant...

“Colors changing hue: Morning fields of amber grain; Weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.” Anitis’s voice was much softer as she gently paused, almost as if she’s taking a break.

Theodorus looked at his brother and slightly shook him. There was a very rare expression of worry. “Broer? I think we should go,” he whispered softly. However, the expression of his beloved brother was a very serious one as he looked on. He gently shook his head, not making a sound as looked to Anitis’s door and placed down the vase. Theo then clenched his teeth and muttered under his breath, “Heb er geen spijt van...” He then stayed low with Vincent, ready to hide behind a curtain if need be.

Anitis’s voice came back to singing, but now it almost seemed hesitant to sing the next part of the song.

“Now I understand what you tried to say to me. And how you suffered for your sanity, and how you tried to set them free.”

Vincent looked up as she looked at the room again. Did she make this song? Or if she didn’t, how was she able to make it sound so... genuine? Like it was meant to be for him?

”They would not listen, they did not know how. Perhaps they'll listen now.”

Anitis’s voice slightly cracked at the last note as she continued on, but this time her voice wobbled so much that it can be interpreted that she might be crying.

”For they could not love you, but still your love was true...”

Her voice became softer as the brothers got closer to the door to try to hear the words. Both of them were especially cautious about walking. Not just because of being discovered, but the direction of the song that it was going. What they failed to account for was the location of the vase.

---

Anitis’s voice was small as she recalled the next two lines. The most touching and rawest lines in the song as she prepared for bed.

“And when no hope was left in sight on that starry, starry night, You took your life as lovers often do...”

She paused for a bit, but then as she looked up, she smiled and sang, “But I could have told you, Vincent: This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.”

Crash! A broken vase was heard outside of her bedroom door. She then placed on a bed robe to cover her nightgown as she opened her door. There was no one outside from she could see with only the moonlight as a guide. “Is-is someone out there?” she asked nervously. “I’m sorry Anitis,” Vincent said as he came up to her with an embarrassed expression. “I was only relocating this vase to the proper pedestal, but it was broken by accident,” Vincent said as he motioned to the now broken vase of white carnations.

“Oh, good evening Vincent,” she said as she opened the door. “Do you need help? I can get a broom and clean it up,” she said as she was about to leave. "It’s fine,” Theodorus said as he stepped out of the curtain. “It’ll be worse off if you tried to clean it,” he snapped as he worked on cleaning it up.

“Wait, why was Theo hiding behind a curtain? Actually, why are you two here this late?” she asked skeptically. Vincent slightly blushed as he fiddled with his fingers. “Well, we were going to return the vase, truly. However, your song was so beautiful that we had to come and listen,” Vincent said with a smile. “Speak for yourself, I hated it,” Theo said as he cleaned up the dirt and flowers with the bags in a storage room nearby. He then walked away as one of the carnations fell to the floor.

Anitis’s face turned beet red and she couldn’t care less at this point about Theodorus. “Y-you were listening?” she stammered as she looked down, trying to hide her face. “How much of it?”

“The last line was, ‘This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you’ I believe,” he gently said. Anitis’s face turned even redder as she started to close the door to her room. “Do you have a sudden fever, Anitis? I could call Sebastian if you need to,” he said in concern.

“Please don’t! Anything but that!” Anitis said as she burst the door open once again. “I’m alright, truly!” she restated, though she was bowing her head to keep her blush hidden.

Vincent then frowned. “So... is what you said about the song true? About how I was too beautiful for this world?”

Anitis looked up shyly. “Well, in my time, you’re a famed artist, but there were other artists whos portraits hung in empty halls and they became frameless heads on nameless walls. Those artists became poor beggar strangers that I would meet, with their ragged clothes,” she said. “However, you were one of my idols as an artist... And now I’m here and now in a world where I’m unfamiliar with, I just sang this song. It was one of my favorites,” she said. Vincent nodded with a look of understanding. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to spoil the mood,” she said as she slightly laughed.

Vincent then walked to the fallen carnation as Anitis looked up in confusion. “Well, now I think I know what you tried to say to me at breakfast this morning,” he said to her as he returned with the flower with the utmost care. “On how you silently suffered to keep your sanity in line and how you tried to set yourself free from the chaos inside you.” He then looked at her in a kind, but sad sympathy as he placed the carnation in her hands. “If you ever need someone to talk with about anything, just let me know. I’ll help you out however I can,” he sincerely reiterated as he gave a smile. However, a few tears were starting to form within him as well. “Your song made me remember several things in my life that have been good and bad. However, to have expressed it so beautifully, I’m touched, honored, and humbled to even be considered an idol of yours,” he said as he gave a small gentleman curtsy.

Anitis then gave a smile as tears started forming in her own eyes. However, these did spill. “Yes, Vincent. Thank you so much,” she said as she bowed deeply and gave a true smile- one that outshone the moonlight and brought forth the day in Vincent’s eyes. Vincent then smiled as he wiped away some of her tears gently. “No. Thank you, Anitis,” he said as he bid her goodnight.

---

As for Theodorus, he had returned to his room far earlier than the intimate exchange they had. He laid on his bed in contemplation. This woman both infuriated and relieved him as she was able to have Vincent see a new perspective of himself, but also on how much of an idiot she was for wanting to leave this place, yet sang a song that could have basically been interpreted as a love letter to his brother if he wasn’t so dense. However, he sighed. “Maybe the Knabberjlte might have some use. However, the last thing I want is to have him harmed by her, let alone falling in love with her,” he said. “Maybe I can talk to someone about this later,” he said as he closed his eyes. “Perhaps no one would want to listen and they probably never will, but I’ll do it for mijn broer,” he thought as he drifted to sleep.

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp vincent #ikevamp theo #headcanon #kilesplaysthings #fluff #slightly angst #fanfic #songfic #vincent starry starry night #good song btw #slight sorry but not really #first fic please don't kill me #ikevamp oc #oc x character #this is also really long

[niphredil-14]

Hello! Can you do a Tomboy MC with Comte, Leonardo, and Shakespeare?

Hello, dear! Of course I can do this for you! I wasn't entirely sure where to go with this, so I mainly focused on fashion sense. I hope you enjoy!

Comte, Leonardo, and William With a Tomboy! S/o

Le Comte:

For starters, Le Comte respects and admires women of all kinds, whether they be feminine, masculine, or androgynous. Seeing your sense of style, I think that he would immediately get you an entire wardrobe full of clothes of your preference. If you wanted to attend a ball with him, he would be more than willing to have you a custom suit made if you'd prefer to not wear a dress.

Leonardo:

Leonardo is one of the most chill people I have ever heard of, and I doubt that he would be phased, much less care a whole lot, about your choice of clothes. So what if you preferred a more masculine style? It looked good on you, and so long as you're happy, he's happy. If anyone dares to give you shit about it, he will have some very choice words for them.

William:

As both a playwright, director, and an actor, he is no stranger to one gender wearing the clothes most associated with another. If anything, he finds it very attractive that you are so comfortable with yourself as to wear what makes you happy despite some people disagreeing. He loves your style, and ill not hesitate to tell you so!

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[niphredil-14]

May I request for some headcanons for Le Comte, Vlad, Leonardo, and Sebastian when they witness a werewolf bite on their S/O, and their S/O starts changing, please?

Sure thing, Nonny! Thanks for requesting, I love this idea! I hope you enjoy!

The Purebloods and Sebastian When Their S/o is Turned Into a Werewolf

Leonardo worked so hard to control himself and his bloodlust, al for the sake of your humanity so that you would have the privilege of a human lifespan. Seeing you lose that humanity right in front of his eyes would break his heart. He would waste no time in running the wolf off before taking you into his arms, being there for you through the entirety of your transformation. Leonardo fell in love with you for your humanity, and he would continue to love you even after you lost it. He would be with you every step of the way as you navigate this new life.

Le Comte would be upset that you didn't have a choice in being turned. Once the two of you became an official couple, he had the intention to eventually bite and turn you, so it would not be your humanity that he missed so much as your ability to choose your fate. Comte has many friends and many acquaintances, so I am sure that he knows a few werewolves, who would most likely tell him everything that he needed to know that he didn't already know in order to best help your transition and your adjustment.

Sebastian would be shocked, but obviously would not love you any less. This would be a learning experience for the both of you, figuring out what changes exactly were taking place, and how best to care for you with any new types of self care you might have to do. Depending on how you feel about yourself and your new form after this, he may or may not crack a few twilight jokes.

Vlad would not hesitate to kill the one who bit you. Whether or not you kept your humanity was your choice, and your choice alone, and that wolf had absolutely no right to take that from you. He would support you throughout your adjustment, and it would not at all change how he viewed you. He would do his best to comfort you if you were ever feeling bad about yourself because of this, I can really see him making you flower crowns whenever you're upset by your new form.

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[fandom-collective-writers]

Breathe in Moonlight (Le Comte de Saint Germaine x MC)

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Le Comte de Saint Germaine x MC

Prompt: bite, goosebumps, full moon

Warning: Smut!

Intended Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 1,684

Requested by: anonymous

Written by: @lordsisterxotome​ (Click here to support me on ko-fi!<3)

Disclaimer: I do not own Ikemen Vampire or any of its characters. All of that goodness is the property of Cybird. I do, however, own the plot of this fanfic. Please do not repost this on any other website.

       She could feel him, his gaze bringing goosebumps to her skin. Even if she herself couldn’t make him out in the gloom, she knew he was there, could feel him in her bones. 

       Her heart pounded in excitement, but MC kept her steps even as she picked her way over the forest floor, her breath blooming in pale clouds before her face and sounding too loud in the pin-drop quiet. The rest of the forest knew what roamed under its canopy, hushed in reverence for the ancient creature and his chosen mate.

       The cool air nipped at her exposed arms and neck, the straps of her dress hanging off her shoulders and the neckline sitting loose above her breasts. She barely felt the cold though, the sensation doing little more than serving to make her even more excited.

       There was a full moon tonight, already hanging in the twilight sky when she left the mansion with her lover on her tail. MC didn’t know how long it had been since she’d disappeared into the forest, teasingly evading Le Comte when she could. Deep down though, she knew he could catch her any moment he wanted to, letting her play for a time, but the game was soon to end. 

       Ahead, the trees stopped, giving way to an open field. Stepping out into the moonlight, she sighed as the cool, pale glow bathed her skin, turning all it touched into silver and shadows. She didn’t turn when his presence loomed at her back, didn’t jump when his hands brushed her elbows and smoothed down her arms. 

       “What are you doing out here all by yourself, ma cherie?” his deep voice murmured in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.  “Dangerous things roam the woods at night.”

       “I’m not by myself though, am I?” she replied, keeping her gaze on the moon. “And I don’t think there’s anything in this forest so dangerous as you.”

       He chuckled, the rich sound sending sweet pangs to her core. “You’re right about that. “ Taking her hand, Le Comte came around to stand in front of her, guiding her further into the moonlight. “So what’s a lovely lady such as yourself searching for in the darkness?” His hand was soft around hers, gentlemanly as he led her to the center of the field. The gleam in his eyes was less so, hungry and golden and dangerous, waiting for her to step into his arms so he could sink his fangs into her and never let go again.

       “A moment with my lover,” she whispered, meeting that look with one of her own from beneath her lashes. “As for you, mon Comte?”

       The pureblood vampire stopped, tilting her chin up with a few elegant fingers. To the right of his head, the full moon hung in the sky, highlighting the couple as they stood amongst the wildflowers. A smile curled at his lips, his eyes narrowed to gentle yellow slits. “The same as you, ma cherie.” His hands traced her sides as he circled behind her again, his arms slipping around her waist as his form pressed flush against her back.

       “Will you claim this moment then?” MC purred, slipping her fingers into his hair as he nuzzled against the side of her neck. 

       “I fully intend to.”

       She mewled and tilted her head back against his shoulder as he grasped a full breast, squeezing as his knee parted her legs and his free hand drew her skirt up over her thigh. Le Comte groaned as she ground her ass back against the bulge in his pants, yanking down on the loose neckline of her gown so her breasts spilled into the night air. A moan fell from her lips when his fingers ghosted over her pebbled nipples, pinching and tugging them. Together, they sank into the grass, his hands guiding her to sit on his lap as he rutted against her.

       Her arousal had already seeped through her panties, staining the front of his trousers as he ground his erection against her covered core. “So wet already, mon amour?” he purred, a few fingers prodding the soaked cotton and making her mewl. “Do I need to prepare you or can you take me as you are?” he questioned softly. Le Comte was a most attentive lover, always bringing her more pleasure than she thought she could handle before seeing to his own needs. Whenever they made love, he was careful not to bring MC any pain, well, any pain she didn’t want.

       “As I am!” she answered, her hands fisting in the skirts pooled around her waist. A whine left her throat when his hips stopped humping into her, fidgeting in search of that delicious friction. She froze when the clink of his belt unbuckling reached her ears, a new shiver of anticipation wracking her form as his naked cock sprang up against her ass. 

       His fingers prodded her entrance, testing her wetness, before dancing over her clit, drawing another wave of arousal from between her clenching thighs. She could feel him, throbbing and hot against her, and all she could think of was having that heat inside of her, stretching and filling and melding until it wasn’t clear where he ended and she began.

       “Oh god, please!” she mewled, reaching for the cock slipping through her folds and swirling her fingers around the engorged head. “I need you!”

       “You need me or god?” he chuckled, cutting off with a grunt when her digits wrapped around him. “Because I can promise you he and I are nothing alike.”

       Pouting at him over her shoulder, MC melted when his lips claimed hers deeply, sweetly. Her tongue tangled with his as it prodded past her parted lips, stealing her breath away as he bent her further into his lap, curving her spine so her breasts stuck out in the cool, night air.

       Le Comte’s hand brushed over hers still on his length, positioning himself, and a moment later she yelped as her core stretched to accommodate him, creating a delicious burn in her abdomen. Her lover grunted into her shoulder as her tight walls wrapped around him, pulsing inside of her.

       He allowed her a few heartbeats to adjust, licking over her heated skin and placing his hands on her breast and hip, before beginning to move against her. She could feel his need to pound into her in the tension in his muscles, but he still took the time to start off slow, being careful not to hurt her with the first few thrusts. It was only when she buried her fingers in his silky hair and tugged his face to her neck with a murmured plea of, “Fuck me,” that he began in earnest, lifting her off his cock before slamming her back down and thrusting his hips up simultaneously. 

       Her breasts bounced as he hilted into her, his grip tight on her hip, and she cried his name when he pinched and tugged at her nipple, her head thrown back against his shoulder. Juices ran down his cock with each harsh thrust, dribbling over his balls, and the sound of their lovemaking echoed across the field with each slap of skin against skin. With each exhale she breathed out lust and breathed in moonlight, the full, silver disk in the sky above filling her pleasure blurred vision.

       His fangs scraped against her skin, not daring to break the skin, but sending shockwaves through her body. Clawing at his arms, MC tried to slow her oncoming release, searching for some sort of control in the throes of ecstasy gifted by her lover. Her thighs trembled as he continued to pump into her, threatening to give out from beneath her.

       “C-Comte, I-I can’t - ah!” The world tilted and she found herself face down in the grass, screaming as the greater vampire resumed his pace, his thick length reaching deeper. Her fingers scrabbled for purchase in the grass, ripping tufts from the ground as she moaned and whimpered, begging him to keep going.

       His fingers digging into her hips as he pulled her back against him with each thrust were sure to leave bruises, but she hardly cared. All that mattered to her was this beautiful man she had fallen in love with and the way he was working her towards her climax.

       “What if someone were to find us?” he idled, delivering a smack to her ass before caressing the tender skin. “Some traveler lost in the woods. What would they see? Two lovers or a monster claiming his mate?”

       “I - mmh, ahhh!” When her lips parted to answer, Le Comte gave a particularly hard thrust, his balls slapping against her clit and making coherent words evaporate on her tongue.

       “Answer me, ma cherie.” A hand wrapped around her throat and pulled her up into a kneeling position. “What would they see?” he asked again.

       “B-Both!” she managed. Her trembling hand smoothed tenderly over his jaw, wild yet controlled golden eyes meeting her own as MC turned to look at him. “My monster, my lover.”

       He smiled, pleased, and his hand traced over her hip affectionately before he pinched her clit savagely, all trace of gentlemanliness erased from his expression as his cock tore into her and threw her into an ocean of pleasure. She might’ve screamed as she came, clenching around his manhood, but she didn’t know, lost in the overwhelming feeling of his cock drilling into her oversensitive core through the heat of her orgasm.

       A few heartbeats later, he reached his own release, her body twitching as he spilled deep inside of her. His protective growl vibrated against her skin as he nipped at her neck, covering it in pink and purple lovebites until he was completely spent.

       Falling back together, she lay supine on his chest as they caught their breath, Le Comte’s softening cock still tucked in her core as their combined release oozed around him.

       “Your monster,” he affirmed, lacing his fingers with hers and placing a soft kiss to her knuckles. “Your lover.”

#ikemen #ikemen series #cybird #cybird ikemen series #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen vampire le comte #ikevamp le comte #le comte de saint germaine #otome #otome x reader #ikemen vampire le comte x reader #ikevamp le comte x reader #le comte de saint germaine x reader #breathe in moonlight (le comte de saint germaine x mc) #romance #smut #ikemen vampire fanfiction

[niphredil-14]

Leonardo, Arthur, Isaac, and Theo With an S/o Who Was a Pole Dancer

@memekingofwwiii​ asked: Okay so, recently I’ve been binge watching pole dance competition performances and wondered how would the IkeVamp bois Arthur, Leo, Theo and Isaac react to MC telling them that her career from the present was pole dancing. And she has to explain what it is because it wasn’t invented until 1968😂

That sounds hilarious! Sure thing!

Leonardo:  - Leo will smirk throughout the entire explanation, he absolutely adores the idea. Not so much of other people seeing you perform though. - Will ask Comte to have a pole installed in his room, much to Comte’s dismay. - Will always be asking you to perform for him, but it requires him to clean up his room, so that you have room to dance, which he will, fortunately do. - It’s pretty much a reward system. He cleans his room; he gets to see you dance.

Arthur: - Why would you ever tell this man about something that could ever be misconstrued as sexual? - Are you crazy? Yep, definitely crazy.  - Oh well, he will be super excited, demanding a performance, and begging to have a pole installed, much like Leonardo.  - He will definitely find a way to incorporate it into your more “intimate” times.

Isaac:  - This man literally becomes an apple - He won’t directly ask for you to perform for him, but he will imply that he is interested in seeing it. - If you do catch on, he will be blushing the entire time. - He probably won’t be able to get that image out of his head.

Theo: - “Oh, so the hondje can do some tricks?” - Relentless teasing until you threaten to not perform for him. - He will probably ask you to wear a collar during your performance, just because it’d turn him on even more.

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[alby-rei]

Masterlist

🌙 Resident of the @starlitmanor-network 

Some links for quick navigation to my posts! 

Legend: ✨ New, 💕 Faves, 🔜 Coming soon

~ 🎇 Play Ikemen Vampire RPG

Ikemen Vampire x Reader/MC

~ Multi-suitor, Luigi’s Mansion AU, Ghostbuster!Reader:

Part 1 [ft. Sebastian]

Part 2 [ft. Mozart]

Part 3 [ft. Dazai]

✨ Part 4 [ft. Arthur]

🔜 Part 5 [ft. Vincent & Theo]

Part 6 [ft. Comte]

~Multi-suitor, Gen. Fics:

IkeVamp Bloopers and Outtakes

IkeVamp plays Mafia (part 1)

💕 IkeVamp plays Mafia (part 2)

Finding Vincent™

Class is in Session 

✨ Stranger Dreams 

~Reader pranks the mansion residents, Gen. Fics:

Prank: Piano Heist [Targets: Mozart, Arthur]

Prank: Sorry, Not Sorry [Target: Theo]

Prank: What Goes Up, Must Come Down [Target: Dazai]

~Leonardo da Vinci 💘

Sharing is Caring and that includes Naps

Keep your Eyes on Me

💕 Hugs and Guessing Games

Protect You

My Snowman and Me

In Your Loving Embrace (I almost died)

Cat Naps

The Scent of Home

💕 Whatever It Takes

On Cloud Nine

~Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart 🎶

Late Night Lullaby 

A Quarter Rest

~Arthur Conan Doyle 📘

Midnight Snacks 

💕 Arthur’s Pillow 

Blind dating game 

~Vincent van Gogh 🌻

Paint My World in Shades of You 

💕 Painting on Buttercream Cake 

The Wandering Painter 

~Theodorus van Gogh 💼

A Spoonful of Sugar 

A Moment of Peace 

~Isaac Newton 🌌

Defender of Your Dreams 

✨The Shy & Clumsy Physicist

~Osamu Dazai 💜

Hold on Tight (unless you want to fall) 

~William Shakespeare 🎭

💕 Intermission

~Le Comte de Saint-Germain 💛

💕 Moonlight Waltz

Getting Ready Together

~Sebastian/Akihiko Satou 🤍

Growing Pains

✨Growing Pains: Hand-washing clothes

~Vlad 🌹

Dessert for Two 

Tears of Themis x Reader/MC 

When You Wish Upon a Lucky Star

Warmth in Your Hands, Warmth in My Heart

Memes

Who’s beefy, dumb, AND kind in IkeVamp?    

Jean’s New Groove 

Ikevamp reacting to the Lion King 

Puns ft. Dazai, Mozart, Comte, and Jean 

Breaking spaghetti breaks Leonardo’s heart 

Doodles & Gifts for friends

Portrait of the English Bois [Arthur and Isaac]

Portrait of the Big Bambino [Leonardo]

Portrait of Sir Naps-a-lot [Napoleon]

Pikachu Gasp™ [Vlad] 

Isaac and James Newton [for Shookspearewrites’ story]

Chibi Vlad + Strawberries [Vlad; Bday gift]

Kiss the Cook [Masamune; Ikesen]

Do it for Them [Naruto; Secret Santa]

Nobunaga & Mitsuhide as Tokaido travelers [Ikesen; Bday gift]

Darius Morgan SR [Tears of Themis; Bday gift]

Tobirama & Kakashi [Naruto; Bday gift]

Chibi Inumaki [JJK; Bday gift] 

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