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natimiles · 7 months

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What is that? (a tattooed reader)

Summary: You tied your hair in a high ponytail that morning, and it was enough for the tip of your tattoo to be visible. You've had it for so long that you're used to it, and sometimes you forget it's there — plus, you forgot that they've never seen it before.

Words: 1716

Tags: reader have tattoos; platonic relationships; more like friendships; no pronouns for reader, but you wear a dress and have sort of long hair.

Can you tell I have favorites? Only Isaac, Mozart, Jean, Arhur, Vincent, Theo, Napoleon and Sebastian show up. Le Comte is vaguely mentioned.

If you're curious to see the tattoos, I linked their images in their respective descriptions throughout the fanfic.

“What is that, mademoiselle?”

You're helping Sebastian with breakfast, moving around the dining room, but you’ve been feeling a strong stare for a while. You're already accustomed to everyone, so you don't mind. You knew that if it was Isaac trying to muster the courage to ask you something, he would eventually do it. But it’s Jean’s voice, and it catches your attention because he usually eats in silence; and he sounds unsure and curious.

You set Arthur’s coffee in front of him while you glance at the table and everything you and Sebastian made. Perhaps there's something he doesn't know, like when you baked him macarons, but today's menu is the same as usual.

“What is what?”

“That thing,” he points in your direction.

Isaac, Mozart, Vincent, and Theo are already having breakfast too, but they pause to glance at you, curious about what Jean is talking about. You feel a bit self-conscious and briefly inspect your clothes. Did you spill something? Fortunately, no.

“I don’t follow, Jean.”

“That thing you have here,” he points at his own back. “I’ve seen it since I sat here to eat, but I can’t understand.”

You raise an eyebrow at him and look over your shoulder, Arthur takes advantage that you’re still by his side to lean backwards on his chair and measure you up and down — and definitely stare at your ass.

“Stop it, perv,” you playfully spat the writer’s arm, earning a chuckle from him.

“Ah, I think Master Jean is talking about your tattoo,” Sebastian tries to help, pointing at his own nape.

Realization finally hits you. Since arriving at the mansion, you've been exclusively wearing long clothes that cover almost your entire body. However, summer started a few weeks ago, and you've been feeling the full force of the heat. It's scorching every day, and at times, you wake up covered in sweat. You've been yearning for an air conditioner or even just a simple fan. So you bought lighter clothes recently — aka Comte bought you a whole summer wardrobe as a gift. What you're wearing today is just an off-the-shoulder dress, so the front and back necklines are a bit lower than usual, but not by much. However, you tied your hair in a high ponytail that morning, and it was enough for the tip of your tattoo to be visible. You've had it for so long that you're used to it, and sometimes you forget it's there — plus, you forgot that they've never seen it before.

“What is that?” Jean is even more curious now, evident from the way he furrows his brow.

“It's a drawing on my body, made with a special kind of paint that never fades. It's a form of art.”

“Really?” You've piqued Theo's interest in art. “And what is it?”

“Music,” and now you’ve piqued Mozart’s interest in music. He doesn’t really show it, but you know him well enough to see when he’s curious. “Well, kinda. It goes a little down my spine, but it’s safe to show. Sebastian, can you help me, please?”

The butler nods and approaches you. You turn your back and move your ponytail to the side for a better view, while Sebastian lowers your neckline slightly so the others can satisfy their curiosity and see it.

It starts just at the end of your nape and goes 5 inches down. It’s an all-black DNA drawing with musical notes on the middle lines, a representation of a metronome pendulum on top, and a treble clef at the bottom. The middle actually has the same number of lines as a music sheet, and the notes can be read as the first five notes of your favorite song.

There’s only silence for a few moments, and as you turn around, you see that they're still staring at you. You think Theo hadn't even blinked until now because he suddenly blinks a lot, and his eyes meet yours.

“It’s pretty!” Vicent smiles like the angel he is. “Is it a real song?”

“It is,” Mozart hums the notes, his eyes conveying that he knows it’s your favorite song.

You've told him once, when you went to the music room to give him an afternoon snack. You were already friends (kind of), so when you saw he wasn't there at the moment, you knew he wouldn't mind if you sat down and softly played it; so you did. The next thing you knew, he was barging into the music room to scold whoever had the audacity to touch his piano, but he stopped when he saw you. He may have asked you to write down the notes so he could play it with you.

“Oh, yeah, you played it for us in the last banquet,” Isaac remembers.

“Does it hurt?” Jean asked, curious again.

“No, not anymore. It hurt when I was getting it done. Boy, that was one hell of a ride,” you laugh. “But it’s been years, so it’s all healed and okay now.”

“It suits you, hondje. Do you have more?”

“I do!” You beam at them, feeling all bubbly inside. It's lovely how they always show interest in anything about you and remember what you like. “It’s on my thigh.” You use the tip of your toes to put more leverage on your right leg, grabbing a fistful of the skirt of your dress. You lift it to show them your tattoo, but a hand stops you when it's reaching your knee.

“Nunuche, what the hell?”

Napoleon had just woken up and was joining you in the dining room. Did you say something about your thigh? He was still a little sleepy, so he thought he heard you wrong. But then you grabbed your dress… What the fuck do you think you’re doing? He was at your side in the blink of an eye, gripping your wrists tightly and looking at you with a panic expression. It’d certainly be red in a second, if the loud slap sound was any indication.

And that’s how you make vampires choke on their foods and drinks. You look at them, a confused expression on your face. Isaac spat his tea all over his plate and is now coughing to clear his throat. Jean dropped his fork, frozen in his chair. Mozart is blinking in a frenzy, his mug in such a tight grip on his hand that his knuckles are white. Vincent is blushing furiously, his mouth agape. Theo is actually amused, and you clearly heard Arthur complaining to Napoleon that it was just getting good.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, startled.

“MC, just remember we’re not in the 21st century,” Sebastian says, clearly holding a smirk.

You feel your entire face heat up. Oh my God! That was certainly an uncomfortable situation. But you were so used to them; they made you feel at home, so you didn’t really think about what you were doing.

“Oh, right, sorry,” You chuckle and blush under the intensity of their stares. “But it’s no big deal, really. Sebastian and le Comte have already seen it.”

“Say that again?” Theo asks as his gaze drifts to the butler, just like everyone else's.

“It’s nothing weird!” You can almost feel the emperor’s grip tightening. Sometimes he was so overprotective — they all were, and it was both endearing and funny. You huff. “We were talking about the 21st century, and I told Sebas that I have tattoos and showed him. Simple as that. Lots of people wear clothes that show a lot of skin in modern days. Do you think I would lift my dress to show the tattoo when I’m right next to Arthur if it wasn’t okay?” You deadpan Napoleon.

“Hey!” The writer complains, but everybody ignores him. You do have a point.

Napoleon frowns, but slowly releases you. You look at the others and just from a look they know you’ll be mad if they freak out again, so they try to act cool. Keyword: try. They’re staring so much you think they’ll open a hole in your thigh, but at least they’re quiet. You lift the dress just a little more and your tattoo is finally showing. It’s colorful and about the same size as the other. There’s white fine lines connecting dots, forming the Leo constellation, with a blue-purple watercolor background.

“Yes, luv! Now that’s a good breakfast,” Arthur smirks and places his elbow on the table to support his head as he looks at you. He’s so glad that Jean started this conversation while you were still beside him. Napoleon purses his lips and glares at the writer, but he knows better than to start a fight. His nunuche wouldn't let him live it down.

“What the fuck is that?” Theo raises an eyebrow. Don’t get him wrong, he likes the art, but he just doesn’t understand what it’s supposed to be.

“Theo, language,” Vincent scolds his brother. He doesn’t want you to think they don’t like it.

“Is it upside down?” Jean frowns and tilts his head, trying to get a different angle, but it doesn’t make a difference.

"It's the Leo constellation," you chuckle and glance at Isaac, knowing he would understand. He enjoyed stargazing and always invited you to join him, especially after discovering your shared interest — then he started rambling about physics and astronomy, and you were lost.

“Oh, the stars,” Vincent says.

"So," Theo begins, and you can tell from his amused tone that he's about to say something to make you blush, "you have one that resembles Mozart and another that resembles Isaac."

“No, no. It’d have to be an apple for Newt,” Arthur grins when the poor physicist blushes as red as… the mentioned fruit.

“You’re the worst,” Isaac mumbles under his breath.

You chuckle at their banter. “So that’s it,” you say, releasing your dress. “We have a lot of things to do. So finish your breakfasts quickly.” You clap your hands twice.

“Indeed,” Sebastian nods in agreement.

You have moments of silence after that and you go back to work, but you feel the stares the whole day. You know they still have so much to say and ask, but they stay quiet.

You have some “not-so-permanent tattoos” now — and they might have helped do some.

I don't have tattoos yet, but I really want it. I'd make the first one, but with colors.

Crossposted on AO3.

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shookspearewrites · 2 years

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Thank you for your ask, anon my duckling! This was so nice to write, oddly enough, idk just thinking about how the vamps would positively reinforce their MC makes me so happy eee ^^

- JJ x

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Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart:

MC played the ivory keys of the piano expertly, deft fingers flitting with perfect execution across the keys without error. They grinned as their hands danced along the instrument, making beautiful music that rung gloriously around the music room and out of the ajar door and into the hallway where it caught the attention of their boyfriend who paused in his tracks to listen before stepping into the music room,

“Sonata in C is for four hands, why are you playing it alone?” Mozart’s clear voice cut through the gentle twinkling of the piano, startling MC who fumbled over the keys and pressed down haphazardly in shock, letting an unpleasant array of dissonant notes sound out. MC looked almost guilty as their genius composer of a boyfriend stared at them with a mixture of his regular cool blankness and curiosity, scrambling to pick themselves up off the piano stool as heat rose pink on their cheeks, “Don’t run away.” The vampire’s tone was beautifully commanding, making MC sit back down on the stool without a second thought, albeit their embarrassment which Mozart found rather adorable as he sat himself beside his lover. He quirked an eyebrow at the lack of sheet music on the music shelf, “Playing from memory? Impressive.”

MC averted their gaze to the piano pedals, embarrassed that their boyfriend, the Mozart, had caught them playing music that he himself had written, and fidgeted a little in their seat next to him, “I’m not as good as you.” MC’s voice was timid and quiet, their eyes tinged with sadness which made Wolfgang frown deeply and take their chin between thumb and forefinger,

“That’s not a reason to discredit yourself, Liebling. You play exceptionally.” Mozart’s violet eyes were bright with affection and truth as he smiled at his love gently before placing a soft kiss to their cheek and placing his fingers on the keys elegantly, “Now, no hiding your talents from me anymore, Liebchen. Let’s play something together.”

Isaac Newton:

Isaac frowned at the endless pool of papers on his desk and the floor surrounding him, pushing his glasses up as he examined a page of equations for seemingly the hundredth time and grumbling at his own handwriting. He didn’t bother looking up at the door when he heard a knock from the other side of the wood, “Come in.”

“I brought you your lunch, professor,” MC smiled softly as they pushed the door open with their hip, their hands both busy with holding the tray of sandwiches, rouge and tea. Isaac felt his cheeks flush with heat at the title his lover used for him, a blush that only got deeper when he glanced up to see their pretty smile.

“You know you can just call me ‘Isaac’. You’re my partner, not my student.” The physicist's tight shoulders relaxed slightly when he felt MC’s careful hands gently rubbing out the tense knots underneath his skin, and he sighed softly, “I can’t seem to get these equations to make sense. It should be simple, I just can’t work out which of these calculations is throwing it off.” Isaac handed his lover the sheet he’d been pouring over for the past few hours while he reached for one of the small bottles of rouge they’d brought for him, taking a little swig before he began to eat his lunch.

MC stared at the numbers for a minute in silence, feeling Isaac’s dusty pink eyes on their face inquisitively when they spoke, “I see what you’ve done.” They took a pen from the desk and placed the page in front of Isaac, pointing to one equation with the nib of the pen, “The square root of 1018 is 31.9031122671, you’ve just missed out a 2 here in the middle.” MC scribbled a 2 in the correct place and grinned as Isaac took the pen from their hand gently and thusly corrected the rest of the maths on the page, his eyes wide when he looked up at them in shock,

“How on earth did you spot that?” There was a upturn to the corners of his lips as MC just shrugged a little and turned to leave, but Isaac caught their wrist and pulled them into a an uncharacteristically enthusiastic hug, “Perhaps I should have you check all of my work from now on.”

Arthur Conan Doyle:

Arthur smiled softly to himself as he scanned through the scrawled little story in MC’s notebook that had been left open on his desk, his eyes bright with intrigue and curiosity as he read, “You devilish little thing, keeping your brilliance from me.” The vampire was drawn from his entrancement from MC’s story by the sound of MC themselves at door, stuttering as they dropped the basket of laundry they were carrying, “Oh, afternoon, luv.”

“Arthur, you found my book-” MC blushed deeply as they rushed over to their boyfriend and tried to pry the notebook from his hands, whining when he held it above their head - just high enough so that they couldn’t reach it - “C’mon, give it back! Its not like its any good.”

“Are you joking, poppet? This writing is superb!” Arthur’s genuine grin faltered and fell to a frown when he noticed the sour look on his darling’s face, “D-do you not believe me?” His eyebrows curved downward in sadness and his heart beat thick with distress when he noticed the completely blue expression that MC wore, almost like they were about to cry, “MC, I’m telling the truth, this story is brilliant.” The author smiled softly at MC, pinching their cheek affectionately and breaking out into a grin when they shot him a small, sad smile back, “There’s that beautiful smile that I love.”

“I’ll never be as good as you though, Artie,” MC shrugged, sighing softly and turning to leave, frowning at Arthur when he rushed past them and closed the door, standing in the way, “Sebas will kill me if I don’t get back to work soon.”

“I think not, luv,” Arthur smirked when MC looked at him questioningly before he ushered them over to the chaise lounge only to pepper their cheeks with kisses, his grin only growing when MC began to giggle and blush, a genuine smile on their lips to replace the sad one they’d worn minutes earlier, “Now I want to hear all about your writing - no ‘ifs’, ‘ands’ or ‘buts’, alright?”

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alby-rei · 1 month

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Comte's Ghost Mansion (IkeVamp; Luigi's Mansion AU) Part 2

a/n: Decided to get this one out soon since Part 1 was more of a prologue. Happy reading! ✨

Tags: Humor, Crack treated seriously, Luigi's Mansion AU, Spooky scary spectral vampires, Ghostbuster MC WordCount: ~1200 words Characters: You, Ghost!Mozart, Comte (mentioned) Previous: Part 1 Next: Part 3

~*~

You lifted the oil lamp given to you by Sebastian to fight off the cold gloom of the mansion, shielding you with a warm, orange barrier. Your eyes adjusted to the darkness eventually. Trotting up the stairs, you opted to explore the east wing first.

A long hallway stretched before you, similar to the one you woke up in, if not the same one. Framed pictures hung against the wall that you passed by. Most of them were generic landscape paintings. You stopped at one that had a name engraved under it.

'Le Comte de Saint-Germain.'

It was terribly dusty. Curious, you removed the dust with the vacuum.

The force of its suction was much stronger than you expected. It latched onto the painting so hard you feared it would crumble and tear.

You, being an amateur at this, could not escape the dust storm that ensued from prying the vacuum off, sending you into a sneezing fit. You stumbled, crashing into something with your elbow. The crash of something fragile froze you in place. It sounded like porcelain.

Little embers illuminated the crime scene. You vacuumed the floor as well as you could, but the larger pieces remained as incriminating evidence. You pushed them under a chair, your sole witness, and hurried along.

“What Sebastian doesn’t know won’t hurt me,” you convinced yourself.

You peeked behind you, discerning if it was hidden enough from a distance. The darkness helped. For now.

Turning the corner, you slowed down to catch your breath. Oddly enough, lively piano music could be heard at the end of this new hallway. It was a catchy melody, one that had you walking in step with the tempo. It was hypnotizing in the way it made you forget what happened earlier. You followed the sound to its source, opening every door on the way. They were all locked.

“Aha!” Right outside where the music was loudest, the click of the doorknob meant you could go through.

You were met with a lone fortepiano in the middle of a pristine white room. Along one wall were instrument cases, probably for violins or violas. You struggled to tell them apart. From an arched window, moonlight peeked between the clouds, reflecting off the white keys in a heavenly glow. Little wispy particles danced in the air as the piano keys played themselves.

You stepped closer, mesmerized by the music, cheerful and uplifting. Familiar, the kind of merry tune that gathers dancing folk at a festival. The day before you visited the Louvre museum, you attended an orchestra concert celebrating Mozart’s 268th birthday. That must be where you heard it.

The piano played its last chord, drawing out its sound until it faded naturally. Scribbles appeared on sheet music paper leaning against the piano's rack, transcribed by a floating ink-stained quill. You blinked and tilted your head around the empty seat. Out of curiosity, you pressed some of the keys.

SLAM!

You jumped back and recoiled your hand, for a couple of reasons. One, the piano was out to get you for using it without permission. Two, there was now a fuming phantom-like figure sitting at the piano. His entire form was wrapped in an ethereal light, and you could see through him at certain angles.

“You dare interrupt my creative process?” His voice echoed in the room. “Have you no respect for a musician’s craft?!”

A gentleman, around the same height as Sebastian, stood up (he had no legs, you noted, so perhaps “floated up” may be more apt) and fixed a glare upon you. His white hair reached past his ears with a fringe swept in an arc, partially obscuring his striking lilac eyes. But it could not conceal the ire behind them. His figure towered over you as he drew near. If he was not about to kill you, you may have called him handsome.

“Hey, let’s talk about this,” you stalled as you fumbled to get your vacuum back on. “What you played was beautiful, I just didn’t notice that you were there.”

You could say he lacked stage presence, but you kept that to yourself.

He narrowed his eyes, keeping his distance from you. “That machine… Hmph, I won’t let you capture me that easily.” The instrument cases unzipped themselves, releasing floating violins from their sleep. They hovered beside the paranormal performer, who blocked your path to the exit. The violin strings acted as a crossbow for violin bows that materialized from thin air. They followed your every move.

You ducked just in time, and a violin bow zipped past you and shattered against the wall into a thousand sparks.

This ghost was not messing around!

At last, the vacuum whirred to life. It vibrated incessantly against your back, like a massage chair. Dodging with the machine proved difficult. You used the piano in the center as a shield, but you knew you had to confront the phantom eventually.

Your aim was shaky, but you managed to redirect the violins away from you. They took time to aim each shot. Once you figured out the rhythm of the attacks, you leveraged the downtime between each one to target the paranormal performer.

The tube latched onto his cravat, bending his figure like a boomerang. He flailed and stretched his arms beyond human proportions in search of an anchor. Struggling against his resistance, you cranked up the strength with an unsteady hand.

Stumbling around the room, you strained to keep the tube locked on its target. Try as he might to wiggle his way out, the paranormal performer proved no match against the Poltergust’s power. His shrieks filled the room, oddly melodic like he was singing his last goodbye to the world. Once he was fully captured, only the blare of the vacuum remained.

You breathed heavily, whirling around expecting more ghosts to pop up. Your whole body shook. You blamed the machine’s vibrations against your back. Seeing no further threats, you switched it off. The shaking didn’t stop.

“So,” you said. “Sebastian really was a ghostbuster, then.” And now, so were you.

You picked up the ink-tipped quill that the paranormal performer held. Beside it was a key. You twirled both items between your fingers. Normal to the touch, nothing magical about them.

“Was that one of the ‘esteemed guests’ I was supposed to avoid disturbing?” You scoffed. “Maybe he shouldn’t have disturbed me first!”

Feeling justified in your self-defense, you grabbed the sheet music and the quill and threw them into your item pouch. They seemed ‘of interest’ enough by your standards to return to the butler. At the very least, you had more questions for him. You kept the key in hand, maybe it would unlock one of the doors you passed by.

Stepping out of the room, you walked with a spring in your step. You just faced a ghost! And lived to tell the tale! Now knowing what you were up against, you kept your eyes peeled for any more irregular movements.

After reaching a dead end, you walked back by the broken porcelain in the first hallway. The painting of ‘Le Comte de Saint-Germain’ was still intact. You sighed in relief, and you could actually observe the painting properly.

The subject of the portrait gazed at you with mysterious amber eyes. There was wisdom behind his gaze, like that of a timeworn tome, and a touch of melancholy. His smile was warm and inviting but didn’t quite reach those eyes. Illuminated by the lamp, recognition washed over you. You’ve seen that same sweeping blond hair and tailored suit before.

It was the same man who you met at the Louvre!

~*~

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gunraekae · 6 months

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a day in the mansion for you

>ikemen vampire

>mansion residents x reader

>a/n: for context, i'm the sort who enjoys seeing the casual interactions between the residents and the mc, so these are some hcs on what I imagine a day looks like for you. i sorta placed this as being in the first week mc arrives, before anything too serious happens, but you can interpret this whichever way you choose!

also apologies, i wasn't able to write for every single suitor as i haven't played most of their routes yet! I'll do a follow-up post when i finally finish them :))

Napoleon

Restrains Jean when he attacks you in the middle of the night

Comte enlists him to guard you and show you around Paris with Vincent, being the one that you trust the most in the beginning

Accompanies you and Isaac to the école, to help you be more at ease in the town

Part of your morning rounds: you wake him up

Part of your evening rounds: you talk about each other’s days, has dinner with you if you haven’t

Arthur

After asking Sebastian to fetch him Rouge, he prevents you from escaping (sorta does a reverse psychology thing)

Rightfully blaming himself for your dislike, he charms you with his intelligence through the lounge games; he wins a conversation with you and apologises on your date

When you encounter him on your town visit, the two of you are caught with a mysterious case that employs the two of you in your mystery solving adventures.

Part of coffee addicts: your best customer, kisses you for every cup of coffee you bless him with

Part of breakfast gang: either there because he didn’t sleep or there because he slept too early

Leonardo

Spooked by the first night in the mansion, you lock yourself in your room until lunch, only to realize that Leonardo had stood guard outside your door the whole night

Remains quite protective, he calls himself your companion; finds you cooped up in the library and takes you with him on town visits

Part of coffee addicts: will come later, but will always be there

Part of your afternoon rounds: he magically finds you when you’re sad and will find some random event to cheer you up with

Jean

Starving and not in control, he unknowingly attacks you on your first night and incites you to escape

Overwhelmed, self-conscious, and wary, you spend much of the first week’s evenings in the library. To your shock, Jean is also there, learning how to write. Believing that it may be best for the two of you to reconcile, you teach him how to write.

Helps you as much as possible with your chores, especially if it’s reaching high places or something that requires strength.

Joins the residents in meals because of you

Listens to Mozart’s pieces with you

Part of your morning rounds: you have to remind him to eat

Vincent

Sympathetic to your predicament, he comforts you and shows you around Paris with Napoleon, being one of the few that you feel safe around

Invites you to a picnic with Theo

Enjoys your singing in the gardens while he paints and will frequent the outside the more you do it

Part of coffee addicts: might experiment with different roasts and enjoys it, but will like his coffee as black as possible

Part of breakfast gang: really only there to join Theo in the morning

Comte

Like a good sugar daddy, he takes you shopping and constantly spoils you. On the second day, he takes you to the town

Will ask for tea on the daily and constantly checks in on you; a most protective father figure, he keeps the residents in check

You’re his automatic partner any time he has to attend a social event (and of course he takes you shopping before). You’re his rumoured partner, and Comte does not quell those rumours he keeps them up.

Part of your afternoon rounds: you have tea with him

Dazai

After cooping yourself up in your room, Dazai is the second you confide your troubles to. He’s always attuned to your emotions and understands your mental health struggles; always ready to lend an ear (because he’d rather everyone be happy before himself ahh) He’s almost invasive with how aware he is of you

Another frequent player in the lounge games, he doesn’t play seriously and is only really there to bring everyone’s mood up; don’t include gambling though, because he gets sorta crazy

Part of breakfast gang: horrible sleep schedule has him join the morning

Part of your afternoon rounds: any time you have errands in the garden, he’ll join you

Theo

Partly due to his brother, and partly out of his own heart, he enlists you as an apprentice and they get to know the town

To bridge the gap between you and Arthur, he invites you to the lounge after dinner to play games

Teaches you the ropes of living in Paris: warns you, keeps you aware of current events, probably even helps you with your finances

Part of coffee addicts: likes your experimental sweet lattes

Part of breakfast gang: always present in the morning because he has to

Isaac

Cooped up in his room as well, Sebastian asks you to deliver his food to his room, believing him the most harmless. Isaac awkwardly welcomes you in his own way, accompanying you and Napoleon to their école

Also a frequenter of the lounge games, he attempts to impress you and win a date against Arthur

Part of breakfast gang: has to be there for his job, but enjoys whatever you make

Part of your evening rounds: sometimes he’ll be outside with his telescope, observing the stars. Once you felt comfortable, he asked you to join him

Mozart

Most intimidated by him, Sebastian forces you to deliver lunch to him. He’s cold, fussy, but would rather spend time with you than anyone else. Whenever he needs feedback or an audience for a piece, he’ll ask you first along with Jean.

You’re his automatic partner any time he has a performance, partly because you comfort him in carriage rides, partly because he just wants you around

Part of coffee addicts: crawls to get coffee from you

Part of your evening rounds: you have to remind him to sleep

Part of your breakfast gang: organized routine but also terrible sleep schedule

Shakespeare

You met him after he gave you and Vincent tickets for one of his upcoming plays. When he approached the two of you, he gave such good banter and was so amicable, you swear it almost sounded practiced (haha)

He’ll sometimes join the residents for dinner. He’s begun to join a lot more often because having you around made Arthur and Theo much less hostile. After dinner, he makes a practice of talking to you in private, endlessly charming, but oddly invasive—like he’s studying you

Any time he has a new play, you're the first to get invited to watch it. Sometimes, if he's particularly frustrated or uninspired, he'll ask you to come to rehearsals with him.

You and Vincent sometimes visit him in his villa to make sure he's not writing himself to death.

Vlad

A sweet florist you met in town while you were miserable in the first week. He gave you a flower to cheer you up and was the epitome of charming, so charming in fact, that you accidentally revealed you lived in the mansion. Once you’ve revealed that fact, he began seeing you every time you were alone in town (for no ulterior motive at all)

General HCs for All!

Writes you letters daily/weekly; a habit picked up after the first night and seeing how spooked you were

Help you and Sebastian as much as they can; they can obviously clean up for themselves and even cook when they feel inclined

More residents have meals together than ever before; your presence sort of unites them and they’re super grateful for that

You’ve achieved the point where every resident is together during dinner

Birthdays, special occasions, and achievements are celebrated because you organize them for everyone

Since Halloween is your favourite holiday, the residents make an effort to dress up for it

Valentine’s Day is a bit of a mess, with you making a gift for every resident

White Day was used by the residents to give you their gifts, and it’s overwhelming, to say the least

They’re huge gossips, so any and every update on you is spread like wildfire to everyone. Good luck having an off-day

Dazai is the first to notice, being the most emotionally intelligent

Leonardo is the quickest one to take action, quite literally scooping you from whatever you’re doing to cheer you up

Napoleon is also another quick one to constantly check in on you and look for you if you come home too late

Sebastian usually keeps track of who you’re with or where you are if you guys are separated

Buys you random presents, usually connected to something between the two of you, but also sometimes follows current trends

Isaac buys you a hairclip he thinks looks darling on you

Dazai buys you a notebook to use as a diary, especially after noticing your journal’s almost full (and no he totally doesn’t peek in your writing)

Jean will always find something in town to bring to you in your night lessons

Comte… do I even need to say anything

Supports you in anything you pursue (I believe the canon says that you’re starting out as a writer, so I’mma use that)

You keep notes of your every day in your diary, sort of like a vlog and a lot of the snoopy residents read it. Eventually they suggest that you publish some of it

Being a huge fan of literature, the authors organize a writer’s night where you come up with a prompt and they share how they’d write it

If you ever end up writing something, they’re the first to hear and are your biggest fans

You’re a frequent guest teacher in Napoleon’s and Isaac’s école

You always thought you weren’t good with kids, but seeing how much the children like you reassured you

Napoleon teases you on how much you say you dislike children but secretly enjoys the time with them

Isaac is extremely grateful for how much you like organizing his lesson plans

if you've made it this far, thank you so much for reading! i hope you have a wonderful day and leave a like/reblog <3

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen vampire x reader #ikevamp x reader #cybird ikemen #ikemen series #ikemen vampire napoleon #ikemen vampire arthur #ikemen vampire leonardo #ikemen vampire jean #ikemen vampire vincent #ikemen vampire comte #ikemen vampire dazai #ikemen vampire theo #ikemen vampire isaac #ikemen vampire mozart #ikemen vampire shakespeare #ikemen vampire vlad

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queengiuliettafirstlady · 3 months

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Love Booth Challenge

Love Booth for underrated characters.

Ikemen version

Hello and welcome to my first challenge. I am proud to present to you the Love Booth challenge, a month long exploration of love for the underrated characters of the Ikemen games.

General Rules

Works and art of all forms are welcome! Fanarts, fanfics, headcanons, moodboards, playlists and everything you can manage to think of is included.

Limited to Ikemen fandoms and to certain suitors, due to popularity of some characters more than others I have decided to host a challenge exclusively for the less appreciated.

I had this idea since forever what took me so long to post it was the creations of the prompts I created in association with my lovely friend MO @xxsycamore.

I did my best to include most of the less loved characters from the Ikemen games exclusively with an English version.

That said if you think about other less popular characters, belonging to one of these games or to other Ikemen games that are not out in English yet, You are allowed to use these prompts as inspiration.

The main focus is to show love to characters not so loved by the fandom/game all year around without limit for this reason I won't make a masterlist.

When posting your works, use the tag #love booth challenge - you can as well tag me @queengiuliettafirstlady in your posts! It will help find other creations for those interested to check them out.

Posting to other sites is allowed - as long as you mention the challenge and its creators.

Reblogs are appreciated!

Content Rules

This challenge features a list of prompts, and dialogue prompts which you can match to your liking, if you want to. You can create more than one work for the same prompt, too!

Under the cut, you will find the prompts linked to the characters included in the challenge, that can be mixed up with prompts from other challenges happening around the fandom in the same month.

Any additional rules are up to the artists. You are free to choose the rating (make sure to mark your NSFW works accordingly, and if you’re minor, make sure not to interact with such!), and also the genre (the challenge’s main focus is romantic love, but it is not obligatory for your work to be of such genre), all characters and ships included are up to you (OCs, character x MC, character x character, etc.)

You’re free to take requests from your audience using these prompt lists, again please make sure to mention the challenge and its creator.

You’re absolutely free to post your works for this challenge whenever you feel like.

The final and most important rule is to have fun and not pressure yourself about full completion of the challenge. Do only as many works as you wish! :)

Here is a free-to-use banner/header for the challenge!

If you have any additional questions, I’ll be happy to help. There is no such thing as a stupid question, so don’t hesitate to get in contact with us! I wish you happy creating!

THE LISTS

Ikemen Vampire

Dazai - Storyteller - A walk under the cherry trees.

Jean - Monster - "I am not worthy of love."

Mozart - Music - "You are my muse."

Sebastian - Secrets - "My composure is an act."

Shakespeare - Bard - A poem for my lover

Faust - Alchemy - "Behave for me."

Charles - Obsession - "I wish we could stay like this forever."

Isaac - Scholar - "I don't understand people at all ... yet I found myself quite curious to know everything about you."

Ikemen Prince

Keith - Duality - "Trust me."

Luke - Bear - "I will protect you."

Jin - Sweets - "All I need is our love."

Rio - Pet - "I will love you always and forever."

Sariel - Discipline - "It will do good to remember I am quite a strict tutor."

Nokto - Facade - "Were the truth lies ?"

Licht - Scar - "No matter what I do this scars will not heal, but your presence made me forget about them."

Yves - Fashion - "Would you like to get ready together ?"

Ikemen Revolution

Zero - Identity - "I am human because of you."

Harr - Magic - "I only want to keep you safe."

Loki - Abandonment - Seeking comfort on a rainy night.

Blanc - Gentleman - "Do you remember what I warned you about when you came in Cradle?"

Mousse - Dreams - "You are the subject of my dreams. I want to know even more about you."

Dean - Strict - Stern gaze softening upon an endearing sight.

Dalim - Flirt - "You shouldn't have trusted me."

Oliver - Creativity - "The best part about my creations is seeing you smile."

Ikemen Sengoku

Kennyo - Revenge - "You make me feel complete with your love."

Ranmaru - Loyalty - "I will always be there for you."

Sasuke - Companion - Fanning over the fanboy.

Mitsunari - Knowledge - "Let me take care of you."

Yoshimoto - Beauty - Admiring art together.

Kanetsugu - Strategy - "I found quite difficult to keep my composure when you are around."

Hideyoshi - Devotion - "You're my number one priority."

Ieyasu - Teacher - Collecting herbs together.

Once again Have fun and Happy Creating! I can't wait to see all your creations. 🧡💟💌🤗

#love booth challenge #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen revolution #ikerev #ikemen sengoku #ikesen

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yanderepuck · 9 months

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Welcome to my blog~

I only write for Ikemen Vampire, but I'd like to let you know that this isn't a fandom blog, it is a personal blog, its just that Ikemen Vampire has been my hyperfixation for the last four years so that's really all that is on here.

I really appreciate it if you could comment and reblog the work of mine that you like so that I can keep writing for you guys.

Enjoy!

Commission info

Napoleon Mozart Leonardo Vincent Theo Arthur Isaac Jean Dazai Shakespeare Comte Sebastian Vlad Faust Charles Drake Galileo

Headcanons for All Things that might as well be canon The Pets

Trying sushi When mom and dad aren't home Charles x Vincent Platonic: Part 1 - Part 2 Vincent x Dazai Platonic: Part 1 - Part 2 Will x Vincent genderbend Evil Trio group chat Everyone is babies Hunter AU Sword lessons The guys in Twisted Wonderland dorms Me snapping their suspenders Mc with mental illness Secret Santa

Spicy things Masterlist Just Writer Trio Things Masterlist Pirate AU Masterlist Kiss Event Lines Masterlist Sleepwalking Isaac Masterlist Depressed Vincent Masterlist Charles Route Release Campaign Ikevamp OC Masterlist OC Masterpost Catboy Cafe AU: Part 1 - Part 2 - Mini Story - Cafe Layout

How old the guys were when they died How their ages work Vincent's Romantic Life: Part 1 - Part 2 Drake's route chapter 1&2 / Drake's Route chapter 23&24 Why doesn't Leonardo like Will?

No one believes each other They actually have vampire abilities No one understands French - Bonus I - Bonus II They have a social media following Mc is a pureblood - Bonus I Mc has an underfunded American public education

Who is eating the peas with their fish and chips Coffee or Tea?

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Free to use character sheet

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp mozart #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp vincent #ikevamp theo #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp isaac #ikevamp dazai #ikevamp jean #ikevamp shakespeare #ikevamp comte #ikevamp sebastian #ikevamp vlad #ikevamp faust #ikevamp charles #ikevamp oc #masterlist

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xxsycamore · 1 year

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𝙄𝙆𝙀𝙈𝙀𝙉 𝙑𝘼𝙈𝙋𝙄𝙍𝙀 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

featuring works written after July 1st, 2021. You can find my old (misc) masterlist here. Browse my Ikevamp fics by tag here: 🍷 #ikemen-vampire

⤶ go back to masterlist navigation

••• ━━━━━Napoleon Bonaparte

NAPOLEON-ONLY MASTERLIST HERE - [PART 1] & [PART 2]

💕special selection:

Emergency Nap(-oleon)! [fluff] Tags: Menstruation; period cramps; Sleepy couch cuddles;napping; Fluff

Our Little Family [fluff & smut] Tags: Dad!Napoleon headcanonss + scenarious; Parenthood; Married Life; Kid Fic; Pregnancy; original kid characters; Bedtime Stories; Baby Names; Bad Cooking; Chores; Tea Parties; Light Angst; Past Lives; Dad!Napoleon; Mom!Reader; the mansion’s residents are good uncles; Fluff; Tooth-Rotting Fluff; Domestic Fluff; Eventual Smut; Massage; Body Worship; Cunnilingus; Quickies; Hand Jobs; Morning Sex

KISSAHOLIC [smut] Tags: Bickering; Femdom to Maledom; Light Dom/sub; Lipstick; Kissing; Marking; Neck Kissing; Teasing; Nipple Play; Blow Jobs; Dirty Talk; Vaginal Sex; Size Kink; Multiple Orgasms; Creampie; Post-Sex Cuddless

Making a home [fluff & smut] Tags: Househusband!Napoleon headcanons + scenarios; Domestic fluff; Married characters; Working wife MC; Bathing/Washing; Massage; Foot Massage; Chores; Cooking; House Cleaning; Smut; Somnophilia; Blow Jobs; Oral Sex; Face-Fucking; Rough Oral Sex; Lap Sex; Dirty Talk; Bathroom Sex; Bathtub Sex; Vanilla; Riding; Lazy Mornings; Lazy Sex; Creampie; Tooth-Rotting Fluff

Memories [fluff]Tags: Very slightly suggestive themes; Anniversary Celebrations; Filming; Travelogue; Time Travel; They’re now living in the 21st century; Alternate Universe - Modern Setting; Cooking; Horseback Riding; Dancing; Suggestive Themes; Humor; Fluff; Kissing

••• ━━━━━Leonardo Da Vinci

Ikemen MLM & WLW stories ficlets: let's leave this in the office - Office AU (Leonardo x Comte)

Gattino [fluff] Tags: Menstruation; Period Cramps; Fluff; Pets; Lumiere

Sharing a taste ( poly threesome with Comte) [smut] Tags: Spoilers of Comte’s real name; Swearing; Smoking; Alcohol; Poly relationship; Threesome - F/M/M; Knife Play; Blood Play; Knife Cuts; Mild Blood; Mild Painplay; Mild Masochism; Blood Drinking; Come Eating; Vaginal Fingering; Cunnilingus; Dirty Talk; Double Penetration; Double Penetration in One Hole; Creampie

The season for making wishes (and for cuddles) [smut] Tags: Fluff & Smut; Cuddling & Snuggling; Cunnilingus; Come Eating

••• ━━━━━Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Catboy!Mozart [headcanons] Tags: Catboys; Cat ears; Vampires; Fluff

Träumerei [smut] Tags: Wet Dream; Mutual Pining; Feelings Realization; Denial of Feelings; Love Confessions; Miscommunication; Fainting; Hand & Finger Kink; Vanilla; Dream Sex; Ambiguous/Open Ending

Hot Chocolate [fluff] Tags: Menstruation; period cramps; Fluff

••• ━━━━━Arthur Conan Doyle

Ikemen MLM & WLW stories ficlets: happy little accidents are fundamental for a good story - Bookstore AU (Arthur x Isaac)

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: 💋 - Pull them in for a sudden fierce kiss

A Soulmate That Wasn't Meant to Be [angst & fluff] Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting; Alternate Universe - College/University; Alternate Universe - Reincarnation; Alternate Universe - Soulmates; Soulmate-Identifying Timers; Denial of Feelings; Feelings Realization; Fake/Pretend Relationship; Pet Names; Drinking; Time Travel; First Kiss

Pleasure Trumps Pain [smut] Tags: Menstruation; Menstrual Sex; Period Cramps; Embarrassment; Kink Negotiation; Vanilla; Arthur is gentle; Pet Names; Gentle Sex; that gets a little not so gentle; Vaginal Fingering; Vaginal Sex; Kissing; Lots of it; mentions of blood drinking; Creampie; Aftercare; Post-Coital Cuddling; Crying; Dacryphilia

"I can't have sex with you Arthur, I don't have enough diamonds!!" [crack & smut] Tags: Breaking the Fourth Wall; Crack; Implied Sexual Content; Suggestive Themes

Headcanons for Arthur and Yves comforting a Reader who is insecure about her body [headcanons] Tags: Fluff; Comfort; Insecurity; Body Image; Food

Make it unfair (poly threesome with Theo) [smut] Tags: Poly relationship, Thrеesome, Smut, Public sеx, Modern AU, Heavy petting, Car sеx

Take another guess [smut] Tags: Wall Sex; Manhandling; Clothed Sex; Quickies; Vaginal Sex; Keeping Quiet; Teasing; Dirty Talk; Blood Drinking; Vampire Bites

Naughty suits you better [smut] Tags: Alcohol mention; Established Relationship; Vaginal Sex; Lap Sex; Creampie; Alcohol; Teasing

Dirty Dance for Three (poly threesome with Isaac) [smut] Tags: Modern AU; Poly relationship; Threesome - F/M/M ; Established Relationship ; Anniversary ; Dates ; Clubs ; Dirty Dancing ; Grinding ; Public Display of Affection ; Dirty Thoughts ; Living Together ; Dress Up ; Sharing Clothes ; Clothes swap ; Kissing ; Cunnilingus ; Face-Sitting ; Vaginal Fingering ; Hand Jobs ; Vaginal Sex ; Creampie ; Multiple Orgasms ; Bickering ; Humor ; Fluff; Aftercare ; Teasing

••• ━━━━━Theodorus Van Gogh

Ikemen MLM & WLW stories ficlets: between good & evil - Angels & Demons AU (Theodorus x Shakespeare)

Devi's Kindness [fluff] Tags: Fluff; Domestic Fluff; Breakfast in bed; Birthday Fluff

To Get Rid of a Headache [fluff] Tags: Menstruation; Period Cramps; headache; Massage; Fluff

Lieveling [smut] Tags: Shoe Licking; Pet Play; Light Degradation; Dirty Talk; Master/Pet; Swearing; Light Masochism; Collars; Leashes; Rough Sex; Vaginal Penetration; Doggy Style; Squirting; Multiple Orgasms; PWP; Light dom/sub; Praise Kink

Pretty Please? [smut] Tags: Begging; Orgasm Delay/Denial; Masturbation; Doggy Style; Vaginal Sex

Saccharine Showdown! (threesome with Isaac) [smut] Tags: Threesome - F/M/M; Aphrodisiacs; Rivalry; Bad Cooking; Some Humor; Biting; Marking; Blood Drinking; Vampire Bites; Vaginal Fingering; Spitroasting; Blow Jobs; Vaginal Sex; Dirty Talk; Praise Kink; Kissing; Making Out; Double Penetration in One Hole; Creampie; Comeplay; Come Sharing; Come Eating; Aftercare; Post-Coital Cuddling; i’m leaving it to you to decide whether they’re dating or not

Make it unfair (threesome with Arthur) [smut] Tags: Polyamory, Thrеesome, Smut, Public sеx, Modern AU, Heavy petting, Car sеx

••• ━━━━━Vincent Van Gogh

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: 💐- A bouquet of their favorite flowers

••• ━━━━━Isaac Newton

Ikemen MLM & WLW stories ficlets: happy little accidents are fundamental for a good story - Bookstore AU (Arthur x Isaac)

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: 🤲- Do the classic “Can you hold something for me” - giving them your hand

Saccharine Showdown! (threesome with Theo) [smut] Tags: Threesome - F/M/M; Aphrodisiacs; Rivalry; Bad Cooking; Some Humor; Biting; Marking; Blood Drinking; Vampire Bites; Vaginal Fingering; Spitroasting; Blow Jobs; Vaginal Sex; Dirty Talk; Praise Kink; Kissing; Making Out; Double Penetration in One Hole; Creampie; Comeplay; Come Sharing; Come Eating; Aftercare; Post-Coital Cuddling; i’m leaving it to you to decide whether they’re dating or not

Dirty Dance for Three (poly threesome with Arthur) [smut] Tags: Modern AU; Poly relationship; Threesome - F/M/M ; Established Relationship ; Anniversary ; Dates ; Clubs ; Dirty Dancing ; Grinding ; Public Display of Affection ; Dirty Thoughts ; Living Together ; Dress Up ; Sharing Clothes ; Clothes swap ; Kissing ; Cunnilingus ; Face-Sitting ; Vaginal Fingering ; Hand Jobs ; Vaginal Sex ; Creampie ; Multiple Orgasms ; Bickering ; Humor ; Fluff; Aftercare ; Teasing

Primal, guilty pleasure [smut] Tags: Outdoor Sex; Forest Sex; Blood Drinking; Sexual Roleplay; Fear Play; Predator/Prey; Vaginal Fingering; Orgasm Delay/Denial

••• ━━━━━Jean d'Arc

Ikemen MLM & WLW stories ficlets: treasure - Pirate/Mermaid AU (Napoleon x Jean); uncovered - Soulmates AU (Napoleon x Jean)

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: 🫂- A warm hug

Christmas came earlier [smut] Tags: Fluff & Smut; Humor; Christmas shenanigans

••• ━━━━━Dazai Osamu

Birds Of A Feather [fluff] Tags: Bunta; Presents; Light Angst

DOOR BROKEN - USE OTHER DOOR [crack] Tags: April Fools' Day; Pranks; Humor; Crack; featuring the rest of the residents

Is That Really Our Dazai?! [crack] tags: April Fools' Day; Pranks; Humor; Crack; Cursed ending; featuring the rest of the residents

••• ━━━━━Comte de Saint Germain

Ikemen MLM & WLW stories ficlets: let's leave this in the office - Office AU (Leonardo x Comte)

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: 🟫 - Kabedon them against the nearest wall

If we go even deeper [smut] Tags: Gentle Sex; Vaginal Sex; Dirty Talk; Breeding; Breeding Kink; Impregnation; Mentions of Pregnancy; Kink Negotiation; Creampie

A Simple Remedy [fluff] Tags: Menstruation; period cramps; Fluff

Final Push (poly threesome with Vlad) [smut] Tags: Threesome - F/M/M; Light Bondage; Love Confessions; Light Angst; Porn With Plot; Past Relationship(s); Implied Vlad/Comte; spoilers for comte’s real name; Denial of Feelings; Mutual Pining; Altered Mental States; Hypnotism; Pureblood abilities used with consent; Kink Negotiation; First Kiss; First Time; Loss of Virginity; Voyeurism; Vaginal Fingering; Vaginal Sex; Biting(no turning); Blow Jobs; Come Swallowing; Multiple Orgasms; Masturbation; Creampie; Resolved Sexual Tension; Sexual Roleplay; Mild Blood; Polyamory

Sharing a taste ( poly threesome with Leonardo) [smut] Tags: Spoilers of Comte’s real name; Swearing; Smoking; Alcohol; Poly relationship; Threesome - F/M/M; Knife Play; Blood Play; Knife Cuts; Mild Blood; Mild Painplay; Mild Masochism; Blood Drinking; Come Eating; Vaginal Fingering; Cunnilingus; Dirty Talk; Double Penetration; Double Penetration in One Hole; Creampie

Nothing Like Getting Your Face Shoved In The Birthday Cake [smut] Tags: Birthday Smut; Face-Sitting; Cunnilingus; Oral Sex; Come Eating; Comeplay; no food play; Wet & Messy; spoilers for comte’s real name

Make my wish come true [smut] Tags: Spoilers of Comte’s real name; Fluff and Smut; Cunnilingus; Squirting; (implied) Bathtub Sex; Vaginal Sex

One More Christmas With You [fluff] Tags: fluff; humor; christmas decorations; kissing

••• ━━━━━Sebastian

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: 💃- Pull them in for a dance when noone else is around

Yummy Solutions [fluff] Tags: Menstruation; Period Cramps; Fluff; Blankets; Food; Cooking

••• ━━━━━William Shakespeare

Ikemen MLM & WLW stories ficlets: between good & evil - Angels & Demons AU (Theodorus x Shakespeare)

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: 💃- Pull them in for a dance when noone else is around

Mine Beloveth [fluff] Tags: Cottagecore; Domestic fluff

••• ━━━━━Charles-Henri Sanson

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: 🧵- A hand-made craft 💋 - Pull them in for a sudden fierce kiss

Babyboy [smut] Tags: Breeding; Impregnation; Mistress/Pet; Petnames; Birthday Sex; Dominance; Dom/sub; Orgasm Control; Masturbation; Marking; Hickeys; Fluff and Smut; Creampie; Aftersex Cuddles

••• ━━━━━Johann Georg Faust

Creatures Of The Night [smut] Tags: succubus character; cages; mentioned vampire bites; swearing; blowjobs; rough oral sex; deepthroating; facefucking; come swallowing

••• ━━━━━Vlad

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: 💃- Pull them in for a dance when noone else is around

Fraise [fluff] Tags: Pregnancy; Fluff; Married Characters; Domestic bliss; Crochet; Some Humor; mentions of Faust and Charles

Final Push (poly threesome with Comte) [smut] Tags: Threesome - F/M/M; Light Bondage; Love Confessions; Light Angst; Porn With Plot; Past Relationship(s); Implied Vlad/Comte; spoilers for comte’s real name; Denial of Feelings; Mutual Pining; Altered Mental States; Hypnotism; Pureblood abilities used with consent; Kink Negotiation; First Kiss; First Time; Loss of Virginity; Voyeurism; Vaginal Fingering; Vaginal Sex; Biting(no turning); Blow Jobs; Come Swallowing; Multiple Orgasms; Masturbation; Creampie; Resolved Sexual Tension; Sexual Roleplay; Mild Blood; Polyamory

Well-behaved, sugar-sweet [smut] Tags: Blow Jobs; Cock Worship; Praise Kink; Come Eating; Come Swallowing; Vaginal Fingering

••• ━━━━━Galileo Galilei

When The Moon Hits Your Eye Like A Big Pizza Pie, [fluff] Tags: Humor; crack treated seriously; Romance; Cliché; Pizza

••• ━━━━━Francis Drake

••• ━━━━━Mitsuki (MC)

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: 😏- Use a corny pick-up line on them 💃- Pull them in for a dance when noone else is around 💃- Pull them in for a dance when noone else is around (2)

••• ━━━━━Other/All characters

Ikevamp Suitors in a Horror Movie Setting! [headcanons] Tags: All 17 suitors; horror typical themes - mentions of death, mass murder, blood, gore, torture, cults

Napoleon Gets Ready for a Date [crack] Tags: All 12 residents & MC; Humor; Crack; Dress Up

Ikevamp Suitors as Maids - part 1 (Napoleon, Leonardo, Mozart, Isaac, Theo, Vincent) & part 2 (Arthur, Jean, Dazai, Shakespeare, Comte, Sebastian) [headcanons] Tags: Crossdressing, Maid outfits

Pumpkin Carving Competition At Saint Germain's Mansion [crack] Tags: Humor; Crack; Mentions of Blood

DOOR BROKEN - USE OTHER DOOR [crack] Tags: Dazai/MC; the rest of the residents; April Fools' Day; Pranks; Humor; Crack

Is That Really Our Dazai?! [crack] tags: April Fools' Day; Pranks; Humor; Crack; Cursed ending; featuring the rest of the residents

Our Ugly Getalong Christmas Sweater! [crack] Tags: Christmas Party; Birthday Party; Modern Era; Alternate Universe - Modern Setting; Humor; Ugly Holiday Sweaters; Blackmail; Drunkenness; Alcohol; Singing; Exes; Napo’s exes; Leonardo and Comte are dating; and arthur and theo def have something going on; Minor Violence

Luka Clemence, The Third Prince [crack, crossover] Tags: characters that appear: mentions of Comte de Saint Germain and Leonardo Da Vinci; Luka Clemence (ikerev), all the rhodolitian princes + Sariel (ikepri); crackfic; crossover; they talk about boobs and legs at some point

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letterstoear · 3 days

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Leaving lipstick marks

Notes: Fem Reader! (just made it with a female MC in mind, but there's no use of pronouns), Suitor x reader, fluff, established relationship.

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Characters: Isaac, Mozart, Charles and Napoleon

Isaac:

Thought it was just a normal day where you were peppering him with kisses all over and Isaac went about his day like usual. Sure you had a small giggle, but he figured you were just so over the moon in love. When you pulled away and saw your smile he was still clueless that is till he met the usual suspects.

Before Isaac could even leave the mansion, he’s hearing chuckles from the other residents. Which causes him to freak out, Isaac was used to the normal teasing but not like this. There was Dazai and Arthur who were making cheering noises and commenting how jealous the two were.

Even Napoleon had a small chuckle leaving his lips as he saw the lipstick marks all over Isaac. In fact, it’s probably one of the older residents who informs Isaac about his love marks. Leonardo will walk over after making his teasing remarks to inform Isaac. He’ll also help him remove the lipstick marks you left.

Once he reaches you after the incident, he’s a blushing mess telling you about all the teasing he endured. Not like he’s going to prevent you from kissing him though.

Mozart:

With your hand on the back of Mozart’s head you were devouring him with your kisses. One on his neck, cheek, lips, and even the tips of his ears. All across his face is a flutter of your lips as you mark him. You wanted to proudly show off your lover, the love of your life.

Then, when everything is all over, Mozart wipes it all off. Much to your dismay all of your artwork is lost, it was momentary. Whatever could you do, Mozart was a clean freak, so he wanted to be kept clean. However, he would never object to you kissing him again.

No, in fact he wanted you to kiss him all over again, not that he would admit it. Instead, Mozart will have to settle with kissing you like how did to him.

From the tips of your ear to your eyelids, he’s covering you in his love. Plus, you’re also getting marked at the same time. Why, Mozart left some of the lipstick which got rubbed off onto his lips.

While it wasn’t nearly as clear as your lip marks had been on Mozart, he definitely left some kiss marks. A proud smile on his face after having just kissed you all over, he too wants everyone to know you’re his.

Charles:

He’s way too proud of your lipstick marks. I imagine he’ll even ask you to leave some on him if he really likes the color of your lipstick. Charles is in no way shy when it comes to affection.

Oh, you better believe he’s fully aware of lipstick on him but does not care. What’s so wrong about showing off the love he’s received. He’ll even put on lipstick to mark you when he feels like it.

Man has no shame, and he sees no need to feel shame, but Faust may have other ideas. Most likely makes Vlad feel single and bothers Faust of Charles “unkept” appearance.

Napoleon:

A lovesick fool who wasn’t too into the idea at first. If the two of you enjoyed it the first time he’s got no problems if you wanna do it all over again.

Oh, but he’s strict about when you could do it. If he has to go into town, he would prefer if you don’t leave lipstick marks on him. Napoleon just doesn’t want to explain it to the little kids he teaches. Other than that, you’re all good.

Want to leave lipstick marks on him then go to dinner, go ahead. He might regret whipping it off at the end of the day though. Like to him it’s saying goodbye to an act of your love. Which is why Napoleon will want you to do it all over again, when given the chance.

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #isaac (ikevamp)#ikevamp napoleon #ikemen series #otome #napoleon x reader #isaac x reader #short fluff #fluff #Charles x reader #ikevamp mozart #ikevamp charles #ikevamp isaac #mozart x reader #fem reader #established relationship

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sweetlittleneptune · 8 months

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FANFICTIONS

here are all the fanfictions i've posted so far on Tumblr! if you're looking for one of my work, it's in there somewhere!

💝=fluff | 🌧=angst | 💋=smut | 💛=crack

○♡○ Otome Games ○♡○

Ikemen Vampire

Paint me your love (Vincent x Reader)💝

Dear Diary... (Dazai x Reader)💝

Melody of a storm (Mozart x Reader)💝

A kink of theirs (hcs, MINORS DNI) 💋

Things MC has said at some point 💛

Never shake hands with the devil (Isaac & Reader)

Telling them they're submissive and breedable in front of others (hcs)💛

Teasing Comte at a party (Comte hcs, MINORS DNI)💋

You speak French?? (hcs)

Things MC has said at some point pt.2

Obey Me!

The brothers' reaction to MC indulging in their sin (hcs)💝

Dirty dream (Levi x Reader ficlet, MINORS DNI) 💋

Good girls get praises (Belphie x Reader ficlet, MINORS DNI)💋

"Wait, it's my first time..." (brothers hcs, MINORS DNI)💋

Caught red-handed (Asmo x fem!Reader, MINORS DNI)💋

One hell of a surprise! (Luci, Mams & Levi x Fem!Reader, MINORS DNI)💋

The cat is out of the bag (fun little ficlet)💛💝

○♡○ Anime / other medias ○♡○

Little wip (Viktuuri/ Yuri!!! on ice)💝

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y4h3l1n · 2 months

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Amigo, no puedo parar de imaginarme a Mozart escuchando la música de la actualidad, o Napoleón enterándose sobre la reliquia de su pene 💀 Digamos (En el Universo de Ikemen) que al final alguien hizo pasar el miembro de alguien como si fuera de Napoleón, yo lo nombraría la gran estafa...

Puedo oír las voces de Arthur, Dazai y los demás residentes riendose de esto, también me uno a la causa. Principalmente Arthur y Dazai, Sebastian estaría contando sobre eso alegremente, mientras atras de él se estan cagando de la risa.

Le Comte lo sabía antes definitivamente. Se esta riendo detras de su taza de té.

De seguro le hacen burla a Napoleón por una semana. Isaac se siente aliviado por que deja de ser el foco de atención de las burlas, pero también se siente un poco mal al ver que se burlan de Napoleón como el con las manzanas. Recurre a Sebastián para sacar datos vergonzosos de Arthur o Dazai, no sabe por qué no se le ocurrió antes...

Después de eso dejaron las bromas a parte no solo por los datos vergonzosos, si no mas bien por qué estamos hablando de Napoleón Bonaparte, el tipo que lleva una espada con él a todas partes, el ex emperador de Francia, blabla, le temen como también lo respetan de alguna manera.

Ahora nos vamos a enfocar en Mozart escuchando la música de la actualidad, reggaeton, metal, Hip Hop, etcétera.

Hay dos versiones de él, hechando espumarajo por la boca, o neutral.

Imagina el nació en el 1756 y murió en el 1791, y fue revivido por finales del 1886 por ahí (Creo, no recuerdo muy bien su ruta) me baso en la exposición Universal de Paris en los 1900 del 15 de abril hasta el 12 de noviembre que aparece en la historia de Interlude. (Cumpleaños de Leonardo el 15 jiji) Así que ambientado a la música de los 1900 debe estar.

Me esta dando ganas de hacer un fanfic, Ikemen Vampire x reader, pero que todas las rutas esten en una sola, Reader se quede un año en la mansión, y sería tan entretenido, los cumpleaños, eventos importantes, etcétera en uno solo, los pretendientes compartiendo Mc, conviviendo juntos. Me imagino que el Mc llega a comienzos de Enero o Febrero en los 1900.

Avise si hay algún tipo de error ortográfico, o comenté sobre esto, apreciaría mucho su opinión. 💕

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natimiles · 4 months

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Come a Little Closer | Chapter 5 (final)

Read: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Words: 4489

Pairs: gn!reader/Arthur; f!MC/Mozart

Tags: swearing; drinking; spoilers from Mozart’s and Arthur’s route in one big bowl of salad; lots of pet names (because I love it); MC is the one in-game, just to make it more clear; Mozart being petty; reader and Arthur being adorable and chaotic; suggestive scenes because we have Arthot as one of the main characters; Arthur simping over you.

Breakfast had been as normal as it could be. Dazai entered through the window, returning from who knows where; Theo stuffed his face with pancakes and syrup; and Jean had to be dragged out of his room to actually eat something. However, Mozart didn’t show up, and you didn’t hear him playing through the night, so you weren’t sure what happened.

When everyone finished and dispersed to their respective rooms and errands, you went to the kitchen to clean up. Arthur sometimes stayed to keep you company, chat about trivialities, and even help when Sebastian allowed him — and he didn’t approve much of Arthur’s help ever since the writer said he’d do the dishes, hit his arm on three glasses that were too close to the edge of the sink, and broke them. Today was one of those days that he stayed but wasn’t allowed to touch anything.

Sebastian went to Comte’s office, probably to give him his morning tea, while MC was assembling Isaac’s brunch. And Arthur pulled a chair to your side, hugging you by the waist while you finished polishing the cutlery.

“I’ll get this to Isaac. Be right back!” MC said, leaving the kitchen.

“Sooo,” Arthur said, a cheeky smile on his face. He got up to corner you against the counter. “Looks like we’re alone, my love.”

“Well observed, detective,” you giggled.

“Any ideas?”

"Lots of them,” you said, turning around to look at him. He grinned, but it faded quickly. “But none for right now because I have a ton of work to do.”

"Come on, honey, humor me," he pouted, and you couldn't help but burst into laughter.

“I’m sorry, honey, but I really need to finish here,” you consoled him. “But I can make up to you some other time.”

“Mmm, tempting,” he leaned in and gave you a quick kiss on the lips.

"For God’s sake, I don’t want to see it every time I walk into a room,” Mozart said, sounding disgusted. “I promised to behave, but you have to as well. And it’s not sanitary to do it here,” he frowned.

“Would you prefer we go to my room?” Arthur asked, smirking.

The musician looked at you, as if asking permission to kill your boyfriend right this instant. He opted to just groan and get something to eat. “Don’t push your luck.”

“I’m just teasing you, Wolfie. You need to get laid to relax a little.”

Mozart whipped around so fast to face Arthur that his neck snapped, his eyes widening in horror and surprise. He was blushing so hard that even his ears were red. You didn’t know if it was anger or embarrassment, probably both.

“Why would you say it out loud?” you sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Was?” His voice finally came out. Looked like Arthur broke your brother.

Silence. No one dared to say a word for a whole minute.

“Is everything okay, Mozart?” MC’s melodious voice cut through the awkward silence, prompting all three of you to stop staring at each other and turn to look at her standing in the doorway. You really liked MC, but now was the worst time for her to come back. “Your face is really red. Are you sick? Can I help you with something?”

Oh, no.

“Yes, yes!” Arthur said. You gazed at him, seeing his grin widening on his face. You told him that you thought Mozart was starting to like MC, and he couldn’t resist such good timing for teasing. “I think you’re the only one who can help Wolfie right now.”

“Oh!” She took a step forward, her eyes filled with concern. “What can I do for you?”

Mozart didn’t say anything, just glared at Arthur and left the room, muttering something under his breath; you’d bet he was swearing in German. He didn’t even have time to grab coffee or something to eat before leaving, just some blanc.

MC followed the musician with her gaze until he was out of sight. Frowning, she looked back at you. “What happened? Did I do something?”

“No, you did nothing. Don’t worry.” You glanced at your boyfriend, a scowl on your face. “But you…”

“I didn’t know that would happen!” He raised his hands to try to defend himself. “But it was funny.”

“I’d sleep with an eye open tonight, just to make sure,” you sighed.

xxx

Mozart ran to his music room and slammed the door shut. He sat down on his piano bench to catch his breath; he wasn’t used to running. Yes, as soon as he was out of the kitchen, he ran. He didn’t know why, he just knew he had to get out of there. Usually, he was really good at ignoring Arthur or making a snarky comment back, but today his brain stopped functioning; the scoundrel really outdid himself. MC arriving didn’t help either; she looked so worried, his heart panged when he saw her face.

How was he supposed to look at her now? He knew he acted weird, and she wouldn’t let it slip. She was stubborn and usually did everything she could to make him talk to her. Wasn’t that how they started chatting anyway? He didn’t know if he should be grateful or not because this was the whole reason for his predicament now, but he really didn’t want to talk about what happened.

His mood soured when he realized he had no way out. He agreed to teach her how to play the song he composed for her. She’d probably look for him when she wasn’t so busy, and deep in his heart, he longed for the time he’d spend with her. On the other hand, he knew every lesson he taught her would be a countdown to the day she’d go away — the day she’d leave the mansion forever and never come back. He groaned aloud; his sour mood only worsened now.

Mozart looked down at the piano, attempting to keep himself busy, but he couldn’t concentrate. He wasn’t oblivious or dense. After spending the night thinking about it, he came to the logical conclusion that she was the shortest friendship he ever had because he was in love with her. And that’s when the problem really started. What should he do about it? Should he say something? Would she be mad at him if he told her about his feelings? Was there even a slight chance of her reciprocating? Would she stay if he asked? Did he have the right to ask that of her? He mistreated her half of her time in the mansion; would she even believe he was now in love with her?

He blamed your stupid advice; that was the reason he was going crazy. ‘Won’t hurt to just think’, his ass! He spent the whole night thinking about MC, without being able to reach a conclusion that made actual sense and wouldn’t hurt anyone. When he realized, the sun was rising while he was still staring at his ceiling in silence, his heart beating faster than ever before.

He didn’t realize he had missed lunch until his uncomfortable thoughts and lonely silence were broken by the worst person — again. Three knocks on the door and her sweet voice calling him.

“Mozart? Are you in there?”

He thought back to what Arthur said in the kitchen in the morning, how worried she looked, what you told him about his feelings… it all made his breath hitch in his throat. He heard her mumble something and realized he hadn’t responded yet. She was probably leaving, assuming he wasn’t there. Would she continue to look for him or just give up and go back to her chores?

“Come in,” he replied, his voice was hoarse, so he cleared his throat to try to make it better. He turned around to look at her, and as soon as she entered the room, her sweet, alluring scent hit his senses hard. He was so screwed.

“You didn’t show up for lunch,” she said with a smile that seemed to illuminate the whole room, and he thought he’d go blind. “So I brought you a plate and some blanc.” She set the tray on his coffee table, studying his face with a frown. “You look tired.”

“I stayed up all night.”

“Really? I didn’t hear your piano like I usually do.”

“I was in my bedroom, just couldn’t sleep,” he wearily answered.

“Mmm… If you need something, tell me,” she said, her voice filled with worry. “I’ll try to help in any way I can.”

“Yes, thank you,” he sighed.

“I mean it,” she said matter-of-factly, reassuring her support to him. He only nodded, and she smiled. “Great.”

He noticed how she stood in the middle of the room, looking at him and fidgeting with her fingers. “You want to ask about your lessons, right?” he inquired. She was too easy to read, and he found it delightful.

“Ah, well… yes. But I don’t wanna impose! You already spent the whole night awake, you should rest.”

“It’s fine. I’m free now,” he shrugged. If he was gonna suffer with her presence, it’d be better to just do it already. “What about you?”

“Ah, I need to help clean the kitchen, but then I’ll be free for a while!”

“Alright, I’ll be here then,” he tried to sound nonchalant as usual.

She left the room with a big smile and promised to be back quickly so as not to disturb his composing. If only she knew she was disturbing even when she wasn’t there — not that it was her fault anyway. With a deep sigh, Mozart got up and reached for the food and blanc she brought him, trying not to dwell on how the drink seemed to make no difference to his thirst.

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Despite his heart telling him to scream from the balcony so the whole of Paris would hear that he liked MC, he didn’t do it. He kept quiet, even though it was proving to be hard to keep it to himself during their music lessons. And with each passing day, he felt like he was about to explode the whole mansion, because each day that passed brought him one day closer to her leaving.

“Wait, what was this note again?” she asked, pointing at the music sheet in front of them. Mozart had dragged another bench for her to sit beside him, to make it easier to teach her, of course.

“An E,” he replied patiently. “It’s this one here.” He played the key.

“Okay!” She tried playing again.

“Just remember, it changes when the clef changes.” She shot him a quizzical look, and he thought it was the most adorable expression he had ever seen on her face — at least at the moment; he believed she had many other ‘most adorable expressions’. He pointed to the music sheet. “Pay attention here. See? With the treble clef, it’s E. But with the bass clef, it’s G.”

“Ah, right…” She frowned and sighed.

“Do you want to play with only your right hand for now? It’s easier.”

“No, I can do it!” She perked up and smiled again. She stared intently at the music sheet, and he heard her mumbling the notes to figure out where she should place her hands. “Here, right?”

“Right. But use this finger.” He gently guided her left hand, his touch lingering a second longer than necessary.

She hummed in agreement and started to play. She wasn’t the best music student, but he could tell she was really trying. Slowly pressing the keys, she took her time to think about which note to play and then executed it, prolonging all the durations. She was biting her lip in concentration, grimacing whenever her finger didn’t press the key with the necessary strength, and the sound was almost inaudible.

If any other person played the way she did, Mozart would find it hideous and make them stop. However, it was her. And as quickly as he figured out his feelings, he realized they ran deep, because, for him, she was playing something beautiful.

She was still in the first page and probably wouldn’t be able to finish learning the whole song before leaving, but he could tell that she was happy with just learning it at all. She had a huge smile when she turned to look at him, caught by surprise to find he was studying her face.

“A-ah… Erm… How was it?” She hesitated, the words seemed to fly away from her brain when she gazed into his eyes.

“Not the worst,” he replied.

He leaned over a little, enough to be closer than usual. Taking a deep breath, he frowned. It was already hard to sit beside her, but her scent was almost unbearably more intense this close. He twirled a lock of her hair around his index finger and brought it to his face, savoring her delicious scent as he kissed it without even realizing what he was doing.

“Um, Mozart?” she asked, her face blushing.

“Are you wearing a new perfume?”

“No,” her voice was almost a whisper. “Why do you ask?”

“Just curious,” he replied dismissively.

She opened her mouth to say something but closed it again when she looked into his eyes, noticing how they stared right into her soul. Her breath hitched, and she saw his gaze waver; it lasted for a second or two, but she noticed — she paid him enough attention.

He continued to stare at her intensely. With his keen ear, he clearly heard the hitch in her breath, and he wondered if he could also hear her heartbeat.

Could he hear her blood pumping in her veins?

Could he feel it?

Unconsciously, he leaned closer, entranced by his own thoughts.

He stopped when he heard her release a low whimper. What was he doing? His eyes widened slightly; he had never felt this out of control before. Though he should back away, he found himself unable to move. She showed no sign of retreating either. He assumed she was too stunned to move, and he was right, though not for the reason he initially thought.

She was already nervous around Mozart, but it intensified now. She wasn’t clueless or stupid; she knew she liked him, even if they had gotten close just a week ago or so. She didn’t want to tell him anything — not now, at least — and risk ruining the friendship they had just started. However, how was she supposed to keep it together when he acted like... that? She swore he was about to kiss her or... bite her — maybe both. Goosebumps ran up her spine, and she took a deep breath, trying to calm down her heart. Keyword: try.

“I-I’m on dust duty after this,” she stuttered, her voice still low. He raised an inquisitive brow, not following where this topic was coming from. “I’ll help Sebas with dinner later and probably go downtown with YN to run some errands. Some residents asked us to buy stuff next time we were downtown…” She was rambling; he had never seen her so nervous. She was always a talkative person, but there was something endearing about how she was speaking so rapidly and randomly in that moment. She even slipped in some words in her mother language. “I noticed we’re running out of coffee while brewing some this morning, so I have to buy some coffee too… Do you also drink tea? I like tea more than coffee. If you’d like to try some, I can tell you about the ones more likely to suit your taste.”

He couldn’t say anything in response. What was he supposed to say anyway? She stopped talking abruptly, licking her lips and biting them to prevent herself from nervously ranting again. His eyes flicked down to follow the motion and then turned to hers, observing how they apprehensively looked at him.

Mozart knew his feelings were still new, but if he didn’t do or say something now, when would he? She’d leave in a day and a half… He didn’t have time. On the other hand, it could turn out badly and ruin everything for good. From his point of view, he had two options to consider at the moment: 1. feign innocence and kiss her cheek as a way of expressing friendship, pretending this was his idea from the start; 2. pull away and risk not being able to share his feelings with her, likely also lying that he never tried anything.

However, a third option lingered, one that existed only in her mind for now.

Unable to bear the tension any longer, she was never one to think before acting — that’s how she got there in the first place. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes tightly and prayed for the best, closing the gap between them. It was nothing more than a brush of lips, and then she pulled away slightly, fluttering her eyes open.

“What was that for?” His voice came out as a husky whisper. His face was flushed, and his eyes were unreadable; she thought he might be mad at her.

A little panicky, she straightened her body, averting her gaze. MC nervously fidgeted with her fingers, her throat felt dry, and she believed she had lost her voice. She thought about running away, lock herself in her bedroom, and cry until the door opened again, so she could throw herself straight to the 21st century even if this wasn’t what she wanted. Yes, she was thinking about staying, but if he got angry and she ended up ruining everything, her anxious mind thought it’d be better to just go back to her time in shame — not her home, because she felt at home in the mansion now.

“I-I-I…” She attempted to say something, but her voice caught in her throat, and her lips quivered. A soft sniffle escaped her, and she felt her cheeks getting wet. She wasn’t sure if her legs would be able to keep her steady enough to stand up and run now.

“Why are you crying?” His eyes widened momentarily. Internally, he was panicking and screaming, but he had to maintain a calm expression to avoid startling her further. Gently, he reached for her face, turning her to look at him while wiping away her tears.

MC tried to formulate something, but a sob was the only thing that came out. Feeling vulnerable, stupid, and confused, she found herself surprised by the gentle touch, especially after he had sounded annoyed when asking about the kiss.

Mozart couldn’t stand to see her crying, especially because he didn’t even understand why she was crying in the first place. He pulled her against his chest, embracing her reassuringly. “Don’t cry.” He threaded his fingers through her hair to help calm her down. “Stop crying already.” His words were stern, but his voice remained soft, gentle, and filled with concern. His calm façade was crumbling down.

It took her a few minutes to calm down, and Mozart held her in tightly the whole time. Finally, she let out a shuddered, relieved breath, and he tried to keep her in his arms, but she pulled away. Nervously, she glanced around the music room, as if searching for the right words. He didn’t press; he simply waited, gazing into her puffy eyes and her red, tear-stained face.

“I’m sorry,” she softly murmured. He considered saying something, but realized she probably had more to express; she was only struggling to find the right words. “I didn’t mean to impose and make you upset. It was stupid, and I apologize for… you know.”

“I’m not,” he replied, frowning.

She looked at him as if she had discovered some brand new information. “You’re not?”

“No.” He raised an eyebrow. Was she bad at reading people or was he bad at showing his feelings? Perhaps a little bit of both.

“Annoyed then?” She frowned, trying to understand. “In any case, I apologize-”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he interrupted. “But you indeed made a mistake.” Her eyes wavered for only a second.

Mozart leaned in closer again, but this time he didn’t stop to think; he just closed the gap between them. Keeping his eyes open to gauge her reaction, he noticed how she widened her eyes before closing them, and only then did he close his too. Sliding his hand behind her neck, he kept her close to deepen the kiss, feeling her shudder a breath and grab him by his lapel.

It was good, it was like being complete, and it was about to make Mozart be driven by bloodlust. He broke the kiss to gaze into MC’s eyes. She pulled back, and she was about to take her hands away from him, but he held them in place.

“Can you see your mistake now?” he asked, chuckling at her puzzled gaze.

She frowned while playing with his lapel. “But can you blame me?” she said, her voice still stammering a bit. “You send me mixed signals, I’m not sure how to feel, how you feel.”

Oh, he knew what the problem was. He was just too stubborn and shy to admit it out loud. Pulling her into a hug, he hid his flushing face from her while he contemplated how to confess. “I’ll try to make it clear from now on, so you better not cry about it again because I’ll keep you close for a good time.”

“Is this your way of telling me you like me?” She giggled, shaking his body with hers. “See, you need to practice the delivery; it’s still confusing. You talk like you’re scolding me.” She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him back with a squeeze.

“I know.” He smiled and kissed the top of her head.

They stayed there, enjoying the peace and quiet for a few minutes, until she looked up at him, placing her chin on his chest. “It’s really nice here, but I need to go.”

His arms instinctively tightened around her body. “No. I won’t let you go, I can’t.”

“But-”

“No buts. I’m being selfish, and I don’t care.” He gently cradled her face in his hands, treating her like the most precious and delicate thing in the whole world. “You’re staying, you hear me? I might not deserve you after mistreating you for a good time, but you can’t leave! You’re not allowed to leave me!”

Breathing heavily, as if he had just completed a marathon, Mozart continued to gaze into her eyes. His own eyes attempted to convey his feelings. She blinked a few times, tilting her head to the side and leaning into the palm of his hand. It was an action that would’ve made him swoon if not for the extremely confused expression on her face. Didn’t she feel the same? But they just kissed… Didn’t she want to stay?

“What are you saying?” she inquired.

“Exactly what you heard.”

Raising an inquisitive eyebrow, she tried to understand. A playful smile spread across her face in the next second. “Well, well, it looks like I’m not the only one making mistakes today, Mozart.”

He frowned and lightly pinched her cheeks. “Why are you laughing?”

“I was talking about needing to go help Sebastian with dinner.”

“... What?”

“I should ask you: what?” She chuckled. “Did you think I was talking about going to the future? Because I’m not going back; I’ll stay here in the mansion. I already talked to Comte.”

He blinked slowly, processing her question. “You’re not going back home?”

“Mmm, I’m already home.” She flashed him a loving smile, and his heart skipped a beat. “I made up my mind last week. I like it here better than in the future.”

“But you said you wanted to learn the music to play when you went home…”

“Ah, yes… Well, I wasn’t exactly lying; I was still indecisive then. However, I also used it as an excuse to spend more time with you and see if I could do something about my feelings.”

“Honestly…” Mozart sighed and frowned, but she could see him suppressing a smile. “What am I gonna do with you? You better take responsibility for deceiving me.”

He leaned down to kiss her once more, and she laughed. It was so typical of him; she was already getting the hang of reading into his words and actions, but she knew she’d get even better.

They’d have plenty of time, after all.

xxx

Little bonus scene:

Comte was throwing another party to celebrate another guest deciding to permanently live there with them — and he was going all out again.

You were sitting on the couch, a glass of wine in one hand, your boyfriend’s arm over your shoulder, and happiness bubbling inside you. It all felt familiar, as if this entire scene had happened before. And it really had, but things had changed a lot since last time.

This time, you didn’t have to drag your brother or pull the young sibling charm to convince him to play; he was there by his own accord, sitting by the piano with his girlfriend and smiling. You saw Shakespeare passing by, staring at Mozart’s smile, probably thinking someone had already given him alcohol. You knew he hadn’t drunk anything; as cheesy and sappy as it sounded, he was drunk on love.

Arthur was nuzzling his nose against your face and kissing you like another love-drunk vampire when you heard MC’s voice ringing in front of you.

“Hey, guys!” She sat by your other side, smiling.

Mozart wasn’t with her, but he arrived a few seconds later, with a plate of appetizers and a drink in his hands. He frowned looking at you three and turned to MC, going to sit on her other side. He could sit between you and her, but despite not liking to share her attention, he knew she liked talking to you — and you to her. He gave her the food and drink, and she beamed at him, kissing his cheek.

You and Arthur couldn’t help but notice that Mozart didn’t take a second look in your direction, not even saying anything about how close you were or anything. To his credit, he had been better ever since he and MC got together; his possessive and petty behavior was now fully focused on his girlfriend — who thankfully knew very well how to handle it. They were really a good couple, and you were happy that you had the whole idea of setting them up.

“Told you he needed to get laid to relax,” Arthur said with a mischievous grin.

MC and Mozart whipped their heads to you and Arthur, widening their eyes, while you sighed loudly.

“You really need to stop saying these things out loud…”

Aaaand it’s over! Thank you for your patience waiting for this last update! 🤍

Masterlists

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp fanfics #ikevamp mozart #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp x reader #ikevamp x mc #ikevamp arthur x reader #ikevamp mozart x mc #ikevamp wolf #ikevamp wolf x mc #ikevamp writings

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fang-and-feather · 1 year

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Ikemen Vampire Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Suitor x MC/Reader/OC

Arthur

I'm yours Tonight - Arthur x OC (Amy) - Smut

New Spring Tradition - Arthur x Reader - Smut

Sharing a Taste - Arthur x Reader - Fluff

New Companion - Arthur x Reader, Family Fic - Fluff

Charles

More Time with You - Charles x Reader - Fluff

We Belong Together - Charles x Reader - Smut

A Little Escape - Charles x Pureblood Reader - Smut

Comte

Love like a Fairytale - Comte x OC (Hikari), Soulmates AU - Fluff - Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Yours Forever - Comte x Reader - Smuty Fluff

Isaac

The gift of your Touch - Isaac x OC (Amy) - Smut

Hope - Isaac x Reader, Coffee Shop AU - Fluff

Isaac x Reader, Reincarnation AU - Angst with a Happy ending - Lost Stars, Found Treasure

Change of Plans - Isaac x Reader - Smut

A Taste of Domesticity - Isaac x Reader - Fluff

Weird Feelings - Isaac x Reader - Fluff

Jean

Bonds of Fate, Bonds of Love - Jean x OC (Amy), Soulmates AU - Fluff

Walking into our Future - Jean x OC (Amy), Soulmates AU - Fluff

The Beginning with You - Jean x Reader - Fluff

How Far We've Come - Jean x Reader, Family fic - Fluff

First Birthday - Jean x Reader - Fluff

Chasing Hope - Jean x OC (Amy) - Bittersweet Fluff

Leonardo

Shower of Love - Leonardo x MC, Family fic - Bittersweet

Fake Promises, True Dreams - Leonardo x MC, Magic and Arranged Marriage AUs - Fluff

Under the Spell of your Passion - Leonardo x Reader - Smut

A Break to Warm Up - Leonardo x Reader - Smut

Mozart

Tune of Love - Mozart x OC (Amy) - Fluff

Calm in the Storm - Mozart x OC (Amy) - A Song in the Storm, Harmonious Lullaby - Comfort/Fluff

Safer with You - Mozart x OC (Amy) - Fluff

Back to You - Mozart x OC (Amy), Mermaid AU - Fluff

Schätze - Mozart x Reader, Family Fic - Fluff

Napoleon

Love and Care - Napoleon x Reader - Comfort/Fluff

Bloom - Napoleon x Reader, Family Fic - Fluff

Sunshine - Napoleon x Reader, Family Fic - Fluff

Love Worth Protecting Series: Worth Protecting, The Me in You - Napoleon x OC (Amy), Bodyguard AU - Warning for blood and injury

Napoleon Pre-Birthday Musings Collection: Adaptation, No Longer Alone - Napoleon x Reader - Fluff

Sebastian

Shadow of the Past, Light of the Future - Sebastian x OC (Amy) - Chapter 1, chapter 2

Irresistible Urges - Sebastian x Reader - Smut

Adjusting to a New Life - Sebastian x Reader, Family fic - Fluff

Masks Off - Sebastian x Pureblood! Reader - Fluff

Vincent

Family Outing - Vincent x Reader, Family fic - Fluff

Intoxicating Heat - Vincent x Reader - Smut

Vlad

Sweet Meetings - Vlad x Reader, Coffee/Flower shops AUs - Fluff

Other

A Promise of Tomorrow - MC x Unspecified Suitor - Angst with a Happy Ending

Platonic

Leonardo

Nostra Unica Famiglia - Leonardo & Reader - Fluff

Polyamory

Arthur/Vincent

The case of the Fox - Arthur x Vincent x OC (Reina) - Fluff

Isaac/Arthur

Surprise Valentines' - Arthur x Isaac x OC (Reina) - Fluff

Flowers for You - Arthur x Isaac x OC (Reina) - Fluff

First Celebration Plans - Arthur x Isaac x OC (Reina) - Fluff

Revelations - Arthur x Isaac x Reader - Fluff

Written with Love - Arthur x Isaac x Reader - Fluff

Connected Stars - Arthur x Isaac x Reader, Family Fic, Triadverse AU - Fluff - Chapter 1

Jean-Isaac

Dawn of a New Destiny - Jean x OC (Amy) x Isaac, V Relationship, Soulmates AU

Jean/Mozart

Changing Hearts - Jean x Mozart x OC (Amy), Polyamorous World AU - Fluff - Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Jean/Vincent

The Call of Light - Jean x Vincent x Reader - Angst and Fluff - Chapter 1

Eternally Yours - Jean x Vincent x Reader - Fluff

Leonardo/Comte

Dual Temptation - Comte x Reader x Leonardo - Smut

Leonardo-Theo

Inspiration - Leonardo x MC x Theo - Fluff

Napoleon/Jean

Joy - Jean x Napoleon x MC, Family fic - Fluff

Exploring new Desires - Jean x Napoleon x Reader - Smut

Napoleon/Sebastian

Celebrity Boyfriend - Napoleon x Sebastian x MC - Fluff

Break Day - Napoleon x Sebastian x OC (Amy) - Fluff - Chapter 1

Shakespeare/Vincent

Love Returned - Shakespeare x Vincent x Reader, Magic AU - Fluff - Chapter 1

Other

Cultural Differences - Arthur x Female OC (Gale), more ships to be added - Polyamorous World AU - Fluff - Chapter 1

Suitor x Suitor

Shakespeare/Vincent

Time with You - Shakespeare x Vincent, Angels and Forbidden Love AUs - Fluff

#ikemen vampire #cybird ikemen #ikevamp #fang's writing

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alby-rei · 2 years

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A Quarter Rest (Mozart x Reader)

a/n: Music historians look to Mozart for inspiring confidence in his work, no matter what musical genre he tackled. So it may come as a suprise to you to find out that he is more prone to burnout than the history books would have you believe. A story in which MC tries to convince Mozart that even prodigies need a break sometimes.

[Characters]: You, Mozart

[Word count]: ~1000 words

[Tags]: pre-relationship, comfort, creative burnout, humor, suitor habits

~*~

It was a peaceful day at the mansion. Everyone was out and about on their errands or at work. All except for one. You walked to Mozart’s room to deliver his Rouge, following the sound of his playing, though it wasn’t going smoothly. The same melody repeated over and over again, faster, and more frustrated each time. A few experimental riffs here and there, followed by low muttering and paper crumbling. You slowly slid the door open.

You frowned at the sight of him sitting hunched over the piano keys, hands tangled in his hair, and a scattered pile of crumbled papers beneath his bench. His face was riddled with clear signs of distress. Several days of unrest were evident in his sunken eyes and forming dark circles—not a pretty portrait for the resident musical prodigy.

“Looks like somebody needs his Rouge break,” you said.

Mozart took a deep breath, sitting upright as he rubbed his face with his hands to release the tension across his features.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“Too many noises and too many nuisances in this mansion that I can’t focus on my composition.”

“Nobody’s home today though. Are you sure it’s them that’s bothering you?”

He looked down dejectedly at his hands. “Maybe this is it. I’ve peaked.” He clenched his fists.

“Sounds to me like you’re burnt out, my dude,” you replied. “You haven’t slept properly for days, and no amount of caffeine or Rouge can ever replace proper rest.”

“The concert is a week from now,” he sighed. “And I still haven’t prepared an opening score.”

He groaned in agony over his dilemma, hiding his face in his hands once more. Even prodigies have their off days, but this was the first time you’d seen it in-person—and from Mozart of all people.

“Sometimes we lose sight of our goal when our own doubts obscure our vision.”

‘A distraction is in order,’ you thought. ‘If only I knew more about him. Does this guy even have any hobbies?’

You placed the tray on a nearby desk, sweeping the crumbled papers away from Mozart’s bench and around his piano. Then, you scooted next to him on his tiny piano bench, pushing against him to make room for yourself. In return, he sent you a sideways questioning glance.

“You know this bench isn’t made to fit two people, right?”

“I know.” You smiled.

“I’m practically falling off the edge here.”

“I know.” You smiled wider. “Anyways, why don’t we take a break and go on a walk or something?”

“Couldn’t you have said that while you were standing? Besides, I can’t. I have to get this done now or else it’ll never be finished. And that would bother me for the rest of the day.” He pushed back against you with a huff, prompting you to stand again with crossed arms.

“Weren’t you the one who composed an overture from scratch the day before the opening performance?” You nudged him back.

“Don’t remind me,” he winced at the memory. But, beneath the hand that rubbed his temple was a fond smile.

“Started at midnight, actually,” he admitted. “And the only things that kept me going were coffee and…” His smile wavered.

“And?”

“…and Constanze, reciting all sorts of tales to keep me awake."

“Your former wife, is that right?” You tilted your head curiously.

“The one and only.” He turned to properly face you for the first time since you entered the room. “She was a lot like you in that regard. Always there when I needed support.”

Your eyes widened from a sudden bashfulness that overcame you. His smile returned to his handsome face.

“Well, she clearly saw that you were up to the challenge!” You nudged him.

You also handed him the Rouge he had requested, which would keep him occupied, if only for a second, while you composed yourself and thought of ways to redirect the conversation.

“So, what drives you to work hard every day, composing new music, day in and day out?” you asked.

“It’s my life’s work. It’s the only thing I’ve ever known since I was a child,” he said as he returned the empty decanter to you.

“Hmm, let me rephrase, then.” You returned the decanter to its tray. “If the composer’s life hadn’t chosen you, what would you have done instead?”

He shrugged, “Nothing else would’ve suited me the way that composing does.”

You hummed as you looked around. He sure kept his music room bare of any decorations or memorabilia, same goes for his room.

“You know, you’re pretty good at keeping this place clean, huh?”

“MC, are you trying to suggest I become a maid, instead?”

“Well, funny you say that because,” you offered your hand, “I’ve got a lounge in need of cleaning, want to help out?”

He stared at your hand. “Is this your way of avoiding your own work?”

“…Maybe.” You couldn’t deny that having him aboard would save you half of the effort, or so you thought. “Think of it this way: You get some time away from composing, as you’re clearly burnt out at the moment, and I get some quality time with you. How does that sound?”

“Sounds like a lose-lose situation to me.”

“Oh, come on! I’ve even got chocolates prepared in the kitchen. You’ll get first pick.”

Mozart stared back at the black and white keys of the piano, as if searching for an answer in their reflection. With a resolute huff, he stood up.

“Fine, let’s go.” He grinned confidently. “Should be easy enough.”

You spent the rest of the day cleaning the lounge—though you weren’t expecting it to take the entire day—including every book in every shelf, all the glassware, and every inch of the floor until you were slipping and sliding on your way out.

Today, Mozart wasn’t the aloof musical prodigy that denied shaking your hand on day one. Today, he was a cleaning fairy, and a meticulous one at that.

~*~

A token from history: (1787) The night before the premiere of Don Giovanni, Mozart stayed up around 3 hours composing the overture of the opera (aka: the opening score) after one of his drinking friends pointed out that it was missing. Constanze, his wife, told him stories of Aladdin’s lamp, Cinderella and so on, to keep him awake.

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spopsys-archive · 8 months

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<3 | Ikemen vampire

<3 | Leonardo Da Vinci

| Care for me

Comfort/ sick fic | Polyamorous relationship (Comte x MC x Leonardo) | TW sickness (cold), coughing

| Too perfect

Fluff fic | Leonardo x OC (Julie) | TW minor harassment (a stranger briefly grabs Julie’s arm)

| Artistic MC asking for advice

Headcanon | Vincent and Leonardo (separate) | No TW

| MC on their period

Headcanon | Vlad, Comte and Leonardo (separate) | TW periods, brief allusions to blood

| Reacting to MC drinking period blood like a shot

Headcanon | Vlad, Comte and Leonardo (separate) | TW periods, unhealthy/ unsanitary practices (drinking period blood), intrusive thoughts

- — — — <3

<3 | Comte De Saint-Germain

| Care for me

Comfort/ sick fic | Polyamorous relationship (Comte x MC x Leonardo) | TW sickness (cold), coughing

| Hope in desolation

Angst (?) fic | TW death mentions, imagery of people being burnt by wax

| My one and only

Yandere fic | TW yandere themes/ mindset, unhealthy obsessions (neither are acted on necessarily in any way)

| More forward, perhaps?

Fluff fic | Female Comte (genderswap) | No TW

| Simplistic/ non-materialistic MC who doesn’t care about money

Headcanon | Oliver, Comte, Jean, Masamune and Zero (separate) | TW insecurity

| MC on their period

Headcanon | Vlad, Comte and Leonardo (separate) | TW periods, brief allusions to blood

| Reacting to MC drinking period blood like a shot

Headcanon | Vlad, Comte and Leonardo (separate) | TW periods, unhealthy/ unsanitary practices (drinking period blood), intrusive thoughts

| First kiss

Headcanon | Female Comte (genderswap) | No TW

- — — — <3

<3 | Napoleon Bonaparte

| Withholding cuddles and kisses after a (playful) argument

Fluff drabble | TW (playful) argument

| MC who is a trained knight

Headcanon | Lancelot, Mitsunari, Hideyoshi and Napoleon (separate) | TW mentions of fighting

| MC with short hair (bob/ pixie cut)

Headcanon | Napoleon, Mozart, Isaac and Theodorus (separate) | TW minor mentions of gender stereotypes

| Cuddling MC who’s tired of her studies

Headcanon | Napoleon and Vincent (separate) | TW burn out, mentions of skipping meals and sleep

- — — — <3

<3 | Jean D’Arc

| Solace

Angst with a happy ending fic | Jean x OC (Julie) I TW thunder storms, arguments, insecurity, self doubt

| Proposing to Jean first

Fluff drabble I TW marriage, crying

| Simplistic/ non-materialistic MC who doesn’t care about money

Headcanon | Oliver, Comte, Jean, Masamune and Zero (separate) | TW insecurity

| Pronoun and sexuality headcanons

Headcanon | Shakespeare, Jean and Sebastian (separate) | No TW

- — — — <3

<3 | Isaac Newton

| Keep talking

Fluff fic | TW mild insecurity

| MC with short hair (bob/ pixie cut)

Headcanon | Napoleon, Mozart, Isaac and Theodorus (separate) | TW minor mentions of gender stereotypes

- — — — <3

<3 | Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

| MC with short hair (bob/ pixie cut)

Headcanon | Napoleon, Mozart, Isaac and Theodorus (separate) | TW minor mentions of gender stereotypes

- — — — <3

<3 | Dazai Osamu

| Carefree

Fluff fic | No TW

- — — — <3

<3 | Arthur Conan Doyle

| Kisses and giggles

Fluff fic | No TW

| Theocona hurt/comfort

Headcanon | Arthur x Theodorus | TW mentions of intrusive thoughts

- — — — <3

<3 | Vincent Van Gogh

| Sketch

Fluff fic (?) | No TW

| Artistic MC asking for advice

Headcanon | Vincent and Leonardo (separate) | No TW

| Cuddling MC who’s tired of her studies

Headcanon | Napoleon and Vincent (separate) | TW burn out, mentions of skipping meals and sleep

- — — — <3

<3 | Theodorus Van Gogh

| MC with short hair (bob/ pixie cut)

Headcanon | Napoleon, Mozart, Isaac and Theodorus (separate) | TW minor mentions of gender stereotypes

| Theocona hurt/comfort

Headcanon | Arthur x Theodorus | TW mentions of intrusive thoughts

- — — — <3

<3 | William Shakespeare

| Childish glee

Fluff fic | No TW

| Fear not my dear, take your time

Angst/ hurt/ comfort fic | TW self harm, self depreciation, blood, injury, self neglect

| Yandere Shakespeare ramble

Yandere drabble | TW yandere and everything that comes with it

| MC struggling with self harm

Headcanon | TW self harm, self-deprecation, self neglect

| Pronoun and sexuality headcanons

Headcanon | Shakespeare, Jean and Sebastian (separate) | No TW

| Balding Shakespeare headcanons

Headcanon | TW cursed, a lot of regret

| Foot health headcanons

Headcanon | TW cursed, a lot of regret

| Shakespeare portrait AU

Headcanon | Portrait AU | TW manipulation mention, claustrophobia, nyctophobia

| Long haired Shakespeare headcanons

Headcanon | No TW

- — — — <3

<3 | Sebastian

| Pronoun and sexuality headcanons

Headcanon | Shakespeare, Jean and Sebastian (separate) | No TW

- — — — <3

<3 | Vlad

| MC on their period

Headcanon | Vlad, Comte and Leonardo (separate) | TW periods, brief allusions to blood

| General Vlad dating headcanons

Headcanon | TW possessiveness, fear of losing someone, food (strawberries)

| Reacting to MC drinking period blood like a shot

Headcanon | Vlad, Comte and Leonardo (separate) | TW periods, unhealthy/ unsanitary practices (drinking period blood), intrusive thoughts

- — — — <3

<3 | Charles Henri-Sanson

None yet

- — — — <3

<3 | Johann Georg Faust

None yet

- — — — <3

<3 | All

| Give it back!

Crack fic | Mostly Napoleon and Comte centred | TW swearing (quite a bit), mentions of injury, mention of rabid ferrets, mentions of feral animals

| Who I think would be the best brother

Headcanon | No TW

| MC making a Twilight reference

Headcanon | No TW

| Vampire biology stuff to explain their existences idk

Headcanon | TW blood, mentions of procreation, mentions of trying to changes ones genetic makeup, biology stuff, probably scientific inaccuracies, this is quite long actually

<3 | Series

❤️ | Love sick fool - Shakespeare x gender neutral MC

| Perhaps I am nought but a love sick fool - Love sick fool: Part 1

Fluff fic | No TW

| Love sick in more ways than one - Love sick fool: Part 2

Angst fic | TW death/death of a loved one, illness, crying

| Return - Love sick fool: Part 3

Fluff/comfort fic | TW death mention

| Love - Love sick fool: Good ending

Not yet posted

| Sick - Love sick fool: Bad ending

Not yet posted

❤️ | Shakespeare portrait AU - Shakespeare x gender neutral MC

| Reveal to me - Shakespeare portrait AU: Part 1

Angst/ hopeful ending fic I Tw claustrophobia, nyctophobia, betrayal, manipulation

| A way - Shakespeare portrait AU: Part 2

Not yet posted

| Out of the dark - Shakespeare portrait AU: Part 3

Not yet posted

| And hold my hand - Shakespeare portrait AU: Good ending

Not yet posted

| And let me keep you close - Shakespeare portrait AU: Bad ending

Not yet posted

❤️ | Mansion rules - No relationship focus

| Rule 1

Horror/ unreality fic I TW chasing, panic

| Rule 2

Horror/ unreality fic | TW allusions to mind control/ manipulation

| Rule 4

Horror/ unreality I TW blood, injury, gore, horror, panic, drowning, screaming

| Rule 5

Horror/ unreality fic I TW screaming, death, hallucinations (auditory), ghosts, blood, gore, self inflicted injury

| Follow the rules

Horror/ unreality, angst fic | TW self loathing, blood, gore, shadow people, curses, horror, religion mention

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shookspearewrites · 2 years

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Anon, thank you endlessly for this ask! As you may or may not know, my ducklings, I am a figure skater so requests of the boys + ice skating make me so unimaginably happy ^^

You may be excited to know that behind the scenes, I have been writing a big project about figure skating~ I can’t tell you guys too much yet but it is Ice Hockey player Theo x my figure skating OC Freda and includes pretty much all of the vampires doing ice sports! I think it’s real fun and cute and that Ice Hockey Theo is mega fine omg, I’m really excited to share it with you guys in the future (✿◡‿◡)

- JJ x

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Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart:

He just sits there, mouth hung slightly agape as he watches your figure twirl around on the screen of Sebastian’s smartphone. Something stirs in his heart watching the performance to Moonlight Sonata, the emotion in the skate and the music resonating within him. He’s never seen anything like it, anyone like you that has the ability to steal his breath away so effortlessly.

Mozart finds your spins particularly spectacular and often asks Sebastian to show him clips of your skating whenever he needs some inspiration for his music. Of course, Sebastian happily obliges him and talks about your skating career with great detail, making Mozart even more impressed.

It takes you a little by surprise when he insists that you go on an ice skating date with him, even though it’s snowing outside and the only rink available is a little frozen over lake out in the forest, it shows you that he really does care for you under his cold exterior, you know, since he hates cold weather.

You’ll have to hold his hands on the ice since he’s more than a little scared of falling, but Mozart has surprisingly good footwork. He does get distracted by watching you skate so elegantly though and has to sit himself down on the bank of the lake to admire you fully - He’s sure he’ll never see a sight more beautiful than you skating so perfectly with the backdrop of the wonderful winter surrounding you. And Wolfgang is certain that the snow looks almost dull and grey in comparison to your shine.

He’ll compose music especially for you to skate to, listening to all your thoughts on programmes and composing accordingly.

Theodorus van Gogh:

Oh so his new little plaything is a twirl girl, how interesting.

He will secretly admire you as you flit around the mansion gracefully, his mind wandering and imagining how beautiful you’d look gliding along the ice.

When you invite the vampires to go skating with you, Theo is admittedly a little nervous about how you’ll perceive his skating but, he disguises his nerves with bravado - skating around with a confident smirk, teasing when he glides by you with speed, “C’mon on then, show us what you got, ijsprinses.”

As you gracefully skate around, effortlessly landing jumps and performing beautiful spins, Theo finds himself a little lost for words as he watches you. He will have to step off the ice and sit down with Sebas and a cup of coffee to properly take in your performance, in awe at your ability. “Seems like my hondje knows some tricks, huh?” Theo almost spits out his coffee when Sebastian replies, “I’d expect nothing less of an Olympic silver medallist.”

Theo is an excellent businessman, so don’t be too surprised when he somehow manages to rent out the city’s only rink for the whole day for you to practice on. He’ll sit rink side and watch you with adoration in his eyes and pride in his heart as you smile brighter than he’s ever seen. There aren’t many things Theo would take a day off of work for, but seeing you skate? He’d sacrifice the world for that.

Leonardo Da Vinci:

He certainly is excited to see you skate; he’s noticed how passionate you seem whenever you talk about skating so, he can’t wait to see you glow on the ice.

Leonardo is particularly impressed with the beautiful Biellmann spin you perform, smirking when he slides up to you and whispers in your ear, “Maybe we should put that flexibility of yours to good use in the bedroom, cara mia.”

He kinda skates to the beat of his own drum. He wants to learn all of the amazing moves you can pull off but knows that he doesn’t have the patience to learn the correct techniques - This results in him throwing himself into jumps with incorrect techniques and collecting a few bruises along the way. But even when he falls over, Leonardo just grins and tells you that he’s determined to be involved in your favourite activity, even if he isn’t great at it.

Leonardo notices every time you complain about how difficult it is to skate in your 1890s attire and he stores those comments in a little notebook of his along with designs for some skating dresses for you. He’s spoken at length with Sebas about your iconic routines and dresses from your time as a professional and spends a lot of time trying to design and piece together something you’d find both comfy and cute. He’ll gift you a beautiful red velvet skate dress that he designed “just because”, made by the best boutique in Paris especially for you and he always feels so proud when he watches you skate in it.

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