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shookspearewrites · 2 years

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Heya my lovely anon! Thank you for your kindness, it’s so lovely and reassuring to have your support ^^ I’m sorry this took me so so long to write - my break from writing was wayyyy longer than I had expected it to be but, hopefully I’ll be properly back on Tumblr from now on!

- JJ x

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Leonardo Da Vinci:

He’ll be so gentle with you as you sob against his warm chest, telling him how you want to leave the mansion and that he should forget about you. Big capable hands will rub your back soothingly, his rich Italian accent will quietly hush your cries and tell you the sweetest affections, reassuring you of his love.

Leonardo will honestly be a little stunned when he finds out that you’re pregnant but so overwhelmingly happy that you’re carrying his baby. When you tell him that he should leave you and that he’d be better off without you, he’ll beg you to stay, “Cara mia, I want nothing more than you and our bambino. Don’t go, tesoro.”

If you tell him you need some space and time to think and process everything, Leonardo will give you space but will always be near by in case you need him for anything and to keep an eye on you (He’s very overprotective of you, especially now that you’re carrying his child). He’ll leave you trays of tea and sweets, bunches of flowers and love letters by your bedroom door until you feel ready to come out again.

Leonardo is so excited that you two will be having a child together and he dedicates himself to preparing to be the best father in the world. He’ll build nursery furniture and toys for your baby, spend hours painting the nursery and do as much of the work as he possibly can so you can relax and put your feet up: He just wants you, the love of his life, to be comfy.

Theodorus van Gogh:

“What’re you doing back here? Who’s the kid?” Theo’s voice is gruff when he sees you again, finally back in the mansion after you left three years ago without explaining yourself. He crouches down to your daughter who toddles up to him and grasps at his soft scarf and rubs it against her chubby cheek, giggling. Theo’s heart is in his throat when he notices the toddler’s icy blue eyes and caramelly brown hair, “You look just like your daddy, huh?”

The conversation between you and Theo is slow and awkward at first but after your child falls asleep in his lap, he’ll begin to open up. Honestly, he’s missed you while you went back to your time, how he’d resorted to praying that you’d come back to him and how he wishes you’d never broken things off with him.

Theo will do everything in his power to make you feel comfy and loved now that you’re back in his life; he’ll finally swallow his pride (well, most of it) and make sure that you know how much you and your daughter mean to him.

He takes to fatherhood like a duck to water and he adores being a dad. Not a day goes by when you won’t see Theo carrying your little one around on his shoulders and grinning as he teaches her about the world and she giggles back to him. He loves taking your daughter to work with him and showing her all of the art he thinks she’ll like - and then taking her to get all the ice cream and sweets that she wants because he simply cannot say no to her.

William Shakespeare:

“Mine lambkin ...” Will exhales softly when he finally sees you again after months of being cooped up in le Comte’s mansion, a baby sleeping peacefully in your arms. He’ll drop whatever papers and scripts he’s carrying and run to you, his eyes brimming with tears when he sees the new-born you held, “What a divine little angel.”

He might be a little distant at the beginning, unsure if he’s prepared to be a dad and uncertain if you even want him in your life since you left him and hid in the mansion when you found out you were pregnant.

Shakespeare will be a little hesitant when you invite him back into your life, afraid he’ll do something wrong and turn you away again but, once he gains a bit more confidence, he’ll always go above and beyond for you and the baby.

He loves being a dad, especially when your little one gets big enough to take to the theatre - you best believe that that kid is going to be a little thespian! Shakespeare will make little costumes for your baby and let them run amuck in the theatre as much as they like. Will especially loves those special evenings walking along the Seine, hand in hand with you and your child as the sun sets over Paris on the way home to make dinner together.

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klutzyroses · 2 years

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Hi! This is my first time requesting so I'm a bit nervous, I wanted to as of you could do mc who has mommy issues, like her mom mentally abused her, I'm sorry if this is too much too ask you can ignore it if you want(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

P. S I have been a fan of your work lately and have been stalking your account for any new updates lol but keep up the good work your an amazing writer (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

Ah, it's people like you who keep me writing, anon! Thank you!💖💖❤❤

IkeVamp HCs: Abused S/O

How do they handle an s/o who has been abused by her mother?

Suitors: Napoleon, Vincent, Isaac, Dazai

Warnings: Mentions of emotional and mental abuse, parental neglect

Napoleon

The former emperor was never one to pry directly into people's affairs unless they were willing to tell him and that went for his nunuche as well.

However he couldn't help but notice a sudden shift in her behavior one day when she started acting a little different.

Any criticism, teasing or any scolding she received, she took especially hard. Harder than she normally would actually.

When Sebastian had lightly scolded her over a mistake she made while Napoleon was present, one would think he had driven a knife in her heart. He hadn't said anything out of the ordinary or anything particularly cruel, but the darling looked so crushed that both men were taken aback, especially when she hurriedly excused herself and ran out the room, near tears.

Was it even a question that Napoleon went after her almost immediately?

He really didn't take long to find his belle at the gazebo on the bench, her trembling form obvious from miles away. He wasted no time going up to her and pulling her into a warm embrace.

He will wait until she is calm enough to open up.

His grip tightens around her just a little, to keep himself from shaking with anger when he hears all about her cold and abusive mother, how she berated her daughter for every mistake she did and made her feel like nothing she did was good enough.

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head as he let's her cry on his shoulder, running his hand up and down her back.

"It's okay, don't cry, mon ange, I'll protect you, and your heart from now on. So don't cry, okay...?"

He is a man of his word and he had yet to break any of the promises he made to the woman he loves.

Vincent

He had been awoken by whimpering next to him to see his sunflower crying in her sleep. Her beautiful face was wet with droplets of sorrow and distress as her soft lips mumbled apologies to someone, and promises to do better.

Worried, he gently woke her from her nightmare, unable to stand her tears for long.

If there is anyone who can understand the pain of being unloved by a parent, it's Vincent. So when she opens up that her nightmare was about her mother, her very vulgar and ill-tempered matriarch who made her life nothing short of a misery.

Vincent tenses as he listens to his beloved weep her sorrows onto his chest, his heart tightening.

With anger? Sadness? Sympathy? All three?

He couldn't be sure, but it was not a pleasant feeling. He could definitely relate to what she was feeling and it was only because of the sunflower in his arms that he could ever rise above it. And he would do the same for her.

He raises her face, holding the pretty visage in his hands as he kisses each tear away with such heart-rending tenderness, that the woman's sobs died down to quiet whimpers which are briefly cut off by a peck to the lips.

"Shh, it's going to be okay, scatje. I'm right here. I'll always be right here."

He would spend as long as he needs to shower her with the adoration she deserves. Until those woeful tears turn to the brightest of smiles.

Isaac

The physicist can very vaguely relate to having an emotionally distant mother, but to be treated in such a way? That was cruel.

He can't help but feel terrible for his darling when she opens up about how unkind her own mother had been to her and how it impacted her from early childhood.

He suddenly wishes he hadn't asked about her family. It had only been a casual question, that led to the poor dear to tear up.

He couldn't understand how anyone could hurt such a sweetheart?

If her mother was so cruel, how did she bring such an angel into the world?

Questions he could debate later but right now, his love needed to be comforted.

He tenderly takes the tearful maiden in his arms, tentatively as to not alarm or frighten her, tucking her close to his heart that aches at the sight of her tears.

The awkward physicist may not be as silver-tongued as the blasted authors that tease him on a daily basis, but he would be damned of he couldn't pour every ounce of love inside his heart into the fragile beauty in his arms.

"Please don't be upset...I can't stand to see you cry. I...love you too much."

He tries, he really does. He just wants to see that beautiful smile and nothing else.

Dazai

His heart aches, more so than usual when he finds his beloved Y/N in tears one evening. She was cooped up in the library, all by herself in just her nightgown, staring far off into nothingness with just a handkerchief to wipe her never ending tears and the many books to keep her company.

He found himself moving towards her before he could stop himself and seating himself beside her before taking her in his arms, earning a startled gasp from the distraught maiden.

He doesn't push her to tell him what's wrong but he doesn't plan on letting her go until she is better. It's then that he finds out about her experience dealing with her cruel and negligent mother.

How she called her names, how she blamed Y/N for everything wrong in her life, how she always insulted her in every possible way...

As she weeps through her tale, she is pressed to her lover's chest, so she couldn't possibly see the tension in his expression. But if she looked up, she'd see his lips pressed into a flat line and his golden eyes narrowed ever so slightly as they gleamed with the almost imperceptible flicker of anger.

He doesn't speak until she is finished and he only holds her tighter, cradling her as her body wracks with sobs as he whispers sweet words of comfort into her ear. He wants to let her know that none of those cruel insults were true. That she was a wonderful person and she meant the sun and moon to him.

"You're adorable, even when you cry but please, dry your tears my love, I'd much rather see you smile. If you don't smile, I'll just have to make you, won't I?"

He may not be able to make her happy, but her smile is his peace and she is his joy. He'd tell her he loves her as many times as she needs to hear it. The man is good with words.

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natimiles · 2 months

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Arthur & Isaac: relationship headcanons

Tags: sfw; relationship interactions; first kisses.

Notes: just some random thoughts about my lovely couple :3 It got longer than I anticipated, HIASUEHAS

♡ It’s hard to pinpoint who fell first and who fell harder. Arthur was the one to try getting closer, but he wasn’t really sure if it was that type of love.

♡ Arthur loves PDA, while Isaac wants to dig a hole in the ground and bury himself. The writer knows how shy his boyfriend can be and he tries to play it cool, but his teasing side usually wins.

♡ They always hold hands when walking around the mansion or secluded places. If they go to town, they don’t always do it, but they’re always glued side by side. Sometimes Arthur throws his arm around Isaac’s shoulder in the most nonchalant way he can — and it’s only a coincidence that it always happens when someone tries to flirt with Isaac, and the physicist stutters while looking at Arthur, pleading for a rescue, okay?

♡ Lots of kisses. When they wake up, when they say goodnight, when Isaac leaves the mansion for work, when Arthur goes to meet his editor in town, and even when they’re still inside the mansion but need to go to separate rooms to concentrate on work — although they often end up getting distracted by each other and falling back into each other’s arms.There are always kisses, and they’re always deep and full of love.

♡ They used to kiss in front of the other residents too. Correction: Arthur used to pull Isaac in for a kiss at any time of the day, whether they were alone in the bedroom or in the middle of a banquet with everyone in the dining room. Mozart always rolled his eyes, Napoleon smirked, Theo teased and complained they were tainting his brother, Vincent said they were adorable together, and Jean pretended he wasn’t seeing a thing because he thought those things were supposed to be done only when alone. Despite the reactions, Arthur would continue to pull Isaac closer for a kiss. They only stopped when Isaac agreed with Jean, suggesting they should keep the PDA to a minimum.

♡ (Arthur still tries to steal kisses in hidden corners though. Spoiler alert: they’re not so hidden, and Isaac knows exactly what he’s trying to do.)

♡ Their first kiss was while stargazing. Isaac had set up the telescope in the garden and was stargazing and taking notes when Arthur arrived. The writer came with the excuse of bringing him coffee and a blanket for the cold night. And after all those months of flirting (in the form of bantering), exchanging meaningful glances, and making Isaac a blushing mess, Arthur finally grabbed him by the lapels and crushed their lips together. It was eager, messy, loving, gentle, and awkward. Exactly like them.

♡ Isaac can fluster Arthur as much as Arthur can fluster him. Once, Isaac gave him a drawing of the position of the stars. Arthur already thought they were pretty, but then Isaac (God bless his soul, he was blushing the most furiously he’d ever seen) told him it was the alignment of the stars from the night they first kissed. The physicist had never seen his boyfriend speechless for so long.

♡ Isaac is an ‘acts of service’ lover, while Arthur is ‘words of affirmation’, but they make it work really well for both. Isaac will tidy Arthur’s room when he’s too busy, open the windows, and bring him coffee and fudge. He also tries to learn how to voice his feelings more. Arthur, on the other hand, will try to understand all those formulas and physics rambles, and offer praise for how smart Isaac is and what a good teacher he is becoming. He will also express gratitude for every little thing Isaac does for him.

♡ They both enjoy quality time as well, so sometimes they simply sit side by side and work in silence, holding hands.

♡ They have matching piercings as their commitment rings, and I will die on this hill. Arthur pierced Isaac’s ear for him.

♡ In a Modern AU, they also wear matching nail polish.

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xxsycamore · 1 year

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𝗖𝗮𝘁𝗯𝗼𝘆!𝐍𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧 😼🐾

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► What if Napoleon was a catboy? Nyapoleon, if you will? Well here are some headcanons...! I originally wrote these a loong time ago but lost motivation, promised myself to post them for cat's day (02/22). Hope you enjoy! If when you're done reading those some other headcanon comes to mind...I'd be more than happy to see... 👉👈

Napoleon Bonaparte x MC • rating: G • wordcount: 1,015 • masterlist

What if Napoleon rose from the dead, not ONLY as a demi-vampire…but also as a demi-cat catboy, as well?

Aside from the pointy fangs in his mouth, Napoleon finds additional inhuman traits on his new body…

A svelte, tar-black tail, fur short and velvety to the touch, curls in the form of a question mark as he stares at the mirror - similarly, a pair of cat ears point sharply upwards in attention.

What were you expecting, of course Catboy Napo has little tuffs of white hair at the tips of his ears! It matches his hairstyle!

Touching them in curiosity with half-folded fist, Napoleon inspects them as they give a small twitch. This is new…

He thinks it's just that. Just like how his bloodthirst hasn't kicked in, hence him being a demi-vampire, maybe his cat traits are, too, just for decoration. Wrong!

There is a rumor among the mansion residents that his eyes appear to "glow" in the dark, reflecting light just as any cat's can do…

Why do you think he loves the garret so much? The little room situated in the attic is perfect for him: the alcove is a high spot with limited room, big enough just for him to curl up and have a nap there.

The reason why he sleeps in so late is because he loves the quiet hours of the night when even the merriest of the residents go to sleep.

He feels more energetic during the night, which works perfectly with him as he frequently takes gigs as a bodyguard at balls around Paris.

Comte's mansion is full of expensive decorations and antics with rich history just like himself, if not older than him. It's a shame when he accidentally knocked off an ornate vase once, breaking it into dozens of pieces. Who placed it so close to the edge of the table, anyway? And worse: why did it feel good to knock it off?

Having acquired a tail, Napoleon is suddenly provided with extra balance that comes in handy in his sparring sessions. That makes him a tough opponent for Jean, but it's also making his fellow soldier less warry of hurting him.

Cats love horses, Napo loves horses.

The mansion's oh-so-thoughtful butler, Sebastian, has a whole section of his diary dedicated to Napoleon's catboy-ness, frequently sharing the little things he learns about the former emperor with the man himself, ready to help him in his journey of exploring his new body. One of the pages begins with, "Today Monsieur Napoleon hissed at me as I tried to wake him up."

He actually comes to you if you minou-minou-minou at him! (french for ps-ps-ps)

His favorite food is crepes, right? Why? Because it often has whipped cream in it? His diet suddenly involves a lot of dairy products among other foods that would suit a feline's palate.

The course of his days changes as a girl enters through the door, all the way from the 21st century. Being made her personal bodyguard led to an adventure involving lots of both bickering and laugher… and love.

MC's scream fills the entire mansion one morning as she finds a catboy curled up at the feet of her bed. A freshly slapped-across-the-face, tail-between-his-legs Napoleon pouts, ears flopping on his sidies. "Your bed shouldn't be so comfortable if you don't want me sleeping in it, Nunuche."

With MC's arrival , Napoleon's world is turned upside down yet again. Having come to terms with his new body only somewhat, falling inlove with a human girl reminded him of how unhuman he was now. Fortunately, love turned out stronger than even his stubbornness, and despite, ermmm, certain events that took place soon after, it all turned out good for them in the end.

That same sequence of events saw him becoming a full-fledged lesser vampire… but what about his other nature?

His instincts unfurled tenfold. Sharper senses now see him recognizing MC's steps with crazy accuracy, enough to tell when she returns home from her shopping trips… in addition, he's ready to welcome her at the door with remarkable speed as well, as result of his body being flexible and sturdy.

It's a show of affection towards the person you love if you suddenly want to nuzzle against them! It totally has nothing to do with being a catboy, and that's totally not Napoleon being in denial.

And MC doesn't find it odd or anything, oh no. She's lucky to have such a cute chaton all to herself, she wonders what would happen if she gives him some pets…?

Purring. Purring happens.

The first time it's devastating for Napoleon. He's flushed silly at the bizarre low sound escaping his throat uncontrollably. It's embarrassing. He doesn't know how to stop it, and worse of all, he wants more. He feels fully at ease when she pets him, when he's in her company, when he receives her love… if he could play cool and save his skipping heartbeat to himself up until now, from hereon there is evidence of his being utterly down bad for MC.

He obediently lays his head on her lap for more pets. Just experimentally, until he has this purring business figured out. She finds it adorable: he loves making her happy; it feels good; he starts to give in… soon he's cheeky about it.

"I only purr like that for you, Nunuche… you make me feel so comfortable. Don't stop. Let me lay on your lap all afternoon."

Sunbaths? Sunbaths. He knows a spot. *takes MC to that one field*

Just a lot of napping on her, everywhere, even during her chores…

Cue MC having a lot of those "help I can't stand up ever again, nope" moments

To sum it up: Napoleon as a catboy is loving, sleepy, curious, slick and flexible, cheeky and wanting to be pet constantly, purring loudly… What is there not to love?

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iglitterinbaroque · 2 years

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My theory: Leonardo almost never gets drunk, but when he does he gets Damiano-David-at-Coachella mood.

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nuttytani · 2 years

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Hi there as promised here is my request :D. Jean and his lover had a shallow argument and so she went to sleep into her room but later she sneak into his bed cause she was scared of that night thunderstorm Thank you so much for liking it Have a wonderful day 😻☺

Quarreling with Jean

pairing: jean x gn!reader

tw: possibly ooc jean (?) + not proof read

a/n: hey hey! changed the reader to be gender neutral! hope you don't mind also hmmm I don't believe jean is the type to have petty arguments with his s/o... so whatever it might be, it's probably huge :0 but then again, I've never played his route. what is your take on this though? I'd like to know. + just realised that the pov jumps here and there in this xD sorry about that!

"Stop overworking yourself... That is all I ask," he pleaded you.

"I'm not overworking myself, stop exaggerating." You didn't even turn around to look at him properly, only focused on preparing dinner.

Jean looked at you with a frown, not happy with whatever you said.

He was not exaggerating, in fact, all of the mansion residents believed that you were overworking yourself.

But you say he's exaggerating? Not a single day has passed where you've had proper rest. Working tirelessly, unnecessarily. Looking for more things to do.

Whenever he'd tried to coax you to relax with him, he was always met with "I'm sorry Jean, not now" or "Ah... I still have a few more things to do, tomorrow for sure!"

Like that, many days passed. He knew you had a penchant of keeping yourself occupied, and were quite the workaholic. That is all fine, working is not a problem, but not knowing your limit is.

However, you, don't know your limit and neither have you taken a single rest. That is concerning, not only to him but to everyone else as well.

Jean left the kitchen wordlessly after that. Thinking it was useless to talk you out of this. You'd come to understand sooner or later by yourself.

What he didn't know is that, you thought he was angry with you. Your head was too foggy and tired to actually think properly and decided "oh so we're quarrelling".

And thus, a misunderstanding occured.

And that developed into you ignoring Jean throughout the day.

Meanwhile Jean was left feeling like this: 🧍"what did I do?"

The other mansion residents were also uncomfortable with the tension between you two but couldn't do anything other than... Awkwardly smiling or ignoring the situation entirely. No in between.

But like I said, Jean was feeling very 🧍 so he barely talked with you, thinking back about what he might have done for you to give him the silent treatment.

Jean was laying quietly in his bed when the weather started to act up again. The past few days had been raining heavily, and today was no exception. By night time, it got worse. Now it was raining heavily with thunder and lightening.

Sebastian and you were busy running around to prepare for the sudden thunderstorm, preparing items and food for emergencies. Once most of the major things were wrapped up, you got forcefully sent back to your room to sleep.

Then it hit you. It's thundering and it's loud. The floor and windows were shaking, you could feel it while sleeping in bed too. For a moment there was a flash of white outside the window and then a huge crack followed after.

(insert: this is fine meme)

The loud noises kept you awake even though you tried to sleep, and slowly anxiety creeped in which kept you tossing and turning. Then you also felt the guilt of ignoring Jean. Honestly, you knew he only wanted for you to take a break... And you were in fact overworking yourself.

Perhaps you were mad about the fact that Jean was right, and maybe because he left the kitchen wordlessly afterwards.

A while later, you gave up, grabbed your pillow and slowly sneaked out of your room. You suppose it was time to apologise to your boyfriend and maybe get some snuggles.

It was almost as if Jean was waiting for you

Poor lad, still in the 🧍 phase 😭 but he was glad that you came to him anyways.

Both of you had the talk™ and cleared out the "misunderstanding"

Eventually falling asleep while hugging eachother to sleep.

"Good night," Jean whispered, softly placing a kiss on your head.

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arsnovacadenza · 2 years

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Jean x Gilles des Rais is the best and worst ship I've ever conjured. Their dynamic and potential for angst is just so juicy.

(Spoilers down below)

Gilles could've become a serial killer after seeing Jean cope with war by killing people. Like, what if he started killing all those 'sacrifices' to feel whatever touch of divinity that Jean felt upon killing his enemies. And maybe, maybe by reaching that state of divinity he can finally reach wherever Jean has gone.

I've seen too many bloody mecha anime with teenage soldiers that I refuse to believe Jean's ferocity in battle is 100% bloodlust.

#ikevam jean #ikevam headcanon

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pseudofaux · 2 years

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would you like to do some more spicy dream hcs for ikevam?any character is fine :)

I WOULD. :D Thank you so much for asking for more of these! Last time I did Comte, Dazai, and Mozart hearing their MC having a spicy dream next to them. This time let's do... Theo, Leo, and Charles-Henri.. eo. Please enjoy!

(Requests are closed, I am trying to finish up outstanding ones ASAP. Seven left after this! I'll post a masterlist when they are all done.)

He'll tease her when she wakes up, but until then he's content to. Well. Tease her.

You know you don’t get to get to have all the fun, sognatrice…

“Tell me everything,” he whispers brightly. “Everything you remember about your dream just now. Don’t you dare leave anything out.”

Theo is so attuned to her that her first shift in sleep opens his eyes. He closes them easily enough, but tucked close as they are to one another (big snuggle couple), he feels and hears every other way her body reveals what kind of dream she's having. Soft whimpers and whines are too obviously the sounds she makes during sex, and Theo's not usually one to take this kind of liberty... but he's also not one to deny they're literally sleeping in each other's arms because they're together and in love. He'll tease her when she wakes up, but until then he's content to. Well. Tease her. He'll gladly slide his hands down her back to her ass and pull her closer, and he will rock right back against her. If he ends up whimpering or whining from the way it feels to have his woman against him, oh well. Her fault. Theo won't be able to wait long, he'll kiss her or pinch her awake after a couple minutes. And then if she really needs it, he'll gently raise one of her legs so he can press inside, slow and full. He loves the idea of sleepy sex (because he likes her that domesticated and content). But in the morning he’ll be telling anyone who will listen that SOMEONE wouldn’t let him REST last night…

Leo laughs (beautiful bastard) when he realizes what kind of dream she must be having, and plans to leave her alone. He probably touches her cheek and mutters fondly that he'll let her sleep it off. But when her hand slides inward from her hip, he's not about to leave that alone. He’s on that wrist in a possessive flash. He won't be so careful when he tugs the hand to his mouth that there’s no way the movement will wake her, but if she stays asleep... he might nibble her palm, or maybe breathe all over her collarbone and throat, warming her and taking in the scent of her skin. He loves the way her body is present in his breath as it comes back into his body. If he truly thinks she’s still (somehow!) asleep, Leo will prop himself up over her and keep her in place with his hips on hers, gently but immovably pinning her to the bed since she’s so determined to keep dreaming. You know you don’t get to get to have all the fun, sognatrice… He will only move when he’s ready to touch himself, and then he’ll get off easily as he grins over her, dark and pleased over his sleeping beauty.

And then he’ll slide down slow, so all his mess moves with him as his mouth goes between her legs. There, Leo will pull out all the stops to wake her up: lips and tongue, and of course those deep rumbling murmurs she won’t be able to help but feel once he’s got her as sensitive as she made him.

Charles knows something is about to happen to her before it actually does. Her smell changes and her body tenses a little, like when she’s about to sneeze, but... not. He is across the room, working on something as she dozes late at night, but of course he’s conscious of her every breath, and the way soft sounds leak into a few of them. He goes to her on silent feet, curious how much of this he’ll be able to observe without waking her (she is delightful when awake, but so full of movement and she looks away so often). When he kneels by her chair, he is delighted by the gentle but unmistakable scent of her arousal, and he has to ball his hands into fists to keep from touching her. He’s so torn, because of course he wants to wake her-- he suspects she would be needy or at least extremely receptive, which he loves-- but he sees this for the opportunity it is to watch her as closely as he wants without making her fidget, for once. He settles for hovering his hands over her thighs, and his nose in front of her belly, and bites his lip to keep his own soft sound from escaping.

When her hips make an innocent but indecent roll in the chair, he can’t take it any more. He nearly tears her skirt trying to get it up and out of the way, and wakes her up with an eager kiss and the strength of his arms lifting her out of the chair and then settling her back down... onto his lap.

“Tell me everything,” he whispers brightly. “Everything you remember about your dream just now. Don’t you dare leave anything out.”

Perhaps he pulls a little more out of her than she actually dreamed. But he makes it up to her by making true the dreams she does confess.

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gakiatsukaii · 4 years

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Party one of "cute date idea" w/ ikemen boys (right now I'm trying to be serious ok )

Bonus:

Party two

Party three

#ikemen vampire #ikemen vincent #ikevam arthur #ikevam jean #ikevam leonardo #ikevam mozart #ikevam isaac #ikevam shakespeare #ikevam dazai #ikevam sebastian #ikevam comte #ikevam vincent #ikevam theo #ikevam napoleon #ikevam #otome game #ikevam headcanons

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shookspearewrites · 2 years

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OC Relationship Drabbles (Leonardo x Jane)

A little while ago I wrote a few drabbles of my one of my OCs Freda with her boyfriends Theo and Arthur; You can find that post here! And so I decided to do this for all of my OCs, how exciting (❁´◡`❁) This one is Jane x Leonardo and y’all can find Jane’s character profile at this link~

Please note that drabble 3 contains some suggestive content but nothing explicit, please proceed with caution.

And you can find my OC Masterlist here!

- JJ x

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Jane’s bright forest green eyes blinked a few times, taking in the space around for the first time with curiosity, “You library is magnificent, Monsieur,” she spoke softly, taking one small step further into the room. The former Queen smiled ever so slightly, her delicate little hands clutching at the green velvet skirts of her dress in anticipation, jumping a little in place when she saw a broad, olive skinned man curled up underneath the coffee table in the corner, “Monsieur, is that man alright?”

Le Comte chuckled warmly when his golden honey eyes found Jane’s concerned expression, resting his warm hand on her shoulder carefully, “Leonardo enjoys taking his siestas whenever the mood strikes him. He doesn’t seem to care where he falls asleep, ma chere.”

“I gather so,” the lady smiled carefully, her gaze finding Leonardo once again, her pale cheeks flushing pink when the man’s eyes opened and he smirked at her, “Oh! I apologise for staring, Sir.” Jane turned her gaze to the floor to hide her blush and curtsied to him as he began to stand up, “Jane Grey. Queen Jane. ‘Tis a pleasure to meet you ... Monsieur Leonardo?”

“Si,” his voice was smooth and confident, alluring in it’s huskiness, “Leonardo Da Vinci, signora,” he took her hand in his own and kissed her knuckles affectionately, once again making the lady blush. Jane gasped softly as she heard his name. an excited twinkle bright in her wide India green eyes which made the Italian man’s thick brown eyebrows raise curiously, “Oh? Ya like that, Your Highness?”

“No non è quello,” she replied almost breathlessly, turning his hand over in her own to shake it excitedly, a grin spreading across her face, “È un piacere conoscerla Signor Da Vinci!“

Leonardo chuckled warmly, shaking Jane’s hand - which was tiny and pale in his own - in return, his eyebrows still raised as he glanced over at le Comte, “She speaks Italian?” He turned his attention back to Jane who had stopped shaking his hand but still held on to him, “Il piacere è tutto mio, cara mia.”

“Leonardo, I need your help!” Jane called from the mansion’s foyer, her arms full and her tiger red eyebrows turned downward with effort.

Leonardo walked briskly from the direction of the kitchen and picked up the pace when he saw Jane, rushing to her side and scooping up the large white and ginger cat from out of her arms, his amber eyes softening when Jane’s expression relaxed, “Cara mia, what is this?”

The lady let out a sigh of relief, now only holding one tiny white Persian kitten, and she smiled a little guiltily, “I saw them on the side of the road and - a-and they looked so helpless, I couldn’t leave them, Leonardo-” She held up the impossibly small kitten against her cheek, flashing her boyfriend her best pleading puppy eyes, “We can handle just two more!”

“You said the same when you brought our pup home, Jane, mi amore,” he smirked at her, his big warm hand already stroking the fat Norwegian forest cat in his arms. He sighed, giving in - though, he knew that Jane could convince him to do anything, he loved her that much - “We can keep them. Lumiere needs more cats to play with.” Leonardo wandered closer to Jane and reached out to the kitten she held, “Ciao, gattino,” he cooed down at the tiny cat, smiling fondly at it, “Have you named your new little friends, cara?”

“Mhm!” Jane nodded happily, gently stroking the back of the white cat’s head with the back of her index finger, “This is Lady Katherine - I think she looks like a little lady and that,” she cocked her head in the direction of the big fluff ball that her boyfriend held, “That gentleman is called Piero.” And with that, Jane and Leonardo now had taken in four strays between them: Lumiere, Lady Katherine and Piero, their band of troublemaking kitties and Edward, their loyal Great Dane who acted like a big grey lapdog.

“Mhm, principessa,” Leonardo hummed lowly, his saffron eyes fluttering shut as he pressed a kiss to Jane’s cheek and they lay in bed naked, cradling each other underneath soft cotton sheets, “I feel like we should stay like this forever.”

Jane smiled tiredly as she snuggled up to her boyfriend’s side, sore beyond compare but unbelievably happy when his arms tightened around her small frame. The lady felt the blush on her cheeks - that had been present throughout their entire evening - deepen as realisation dawned upon her, “G-goodness me ... we just - Leonardo, do you realise? We just-”

“Made love?” He chuckled quietly, brushing Jane’s blushing left cheek with the calloused pad of his thumb, his brow quirking with curiosity when his gentle affection didn’t slow the racing of her pulse, “Somethin’ wrong, bellezza mia?”

The shy young lady shook her head smally, averting her big forest green eyes to look at anything else but her beloved’s inquisitive gaze, “But, we’re not married. Surely we shouldn’t have-” Jane was cut off by Leonardo’s mouth on her’s, his lips kissing away her worry slowly and carefully. When they parted, there remained a look of worry painted on her pretty face and that sinking dread in her heart.

“Do you regret it?”

Jane blinked, confused, “Whatever do you mean?”

Leonardo sat himself up and pulled his girlfriend up onto his lap, one of his large hands holding onto her slender waist and his other tenderly cradling her jaw. They held eye contact, the intimacy between gentle green and emboldened amber speaking volumes as their hearts beat as one, “Do you regret sleeping with me, Jane? Would you be happier if we waited until we got married?” Jane didn’t answer, stirring Leonardo to continue, a cheeky grin on his lips, “If so, I’d put a ring on your finger by morning.”

“No,” the queen thought out loud, placing her hands on Leonardo’s cheeks and craning forward to give him a fleeting, butterfly light kiss. She felt the stormy seas in her heart settle and self-assuredness wash over her like fresh rain in the garden, “I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you,” Jane smiled softly at her boyfriend who squeezed her waist with both of his warm, capable hands and smirked at her, “And an experience so heavenly couldn’t be sin, of that I am sure.”

Jane giggled in the summer sun, gently holding onto her shopping basket as she spoke with her friend William Shakespeare. Her white summer dress seemed to gleam under the bright sun but even that looked grey compared to her radiant smile and anyone who saw her would surely say she was sweeter than the season’s finest fruits. Despite her joyful mood, Leonardo, her darling boyfriend, scowled when he spotted her from the other side of the town square conversing with such an unsavoury character as Shakespeare. The artist handed the now-fixed violin back to the little girl he’d been sat with and hurriedly strode towards his beloved Jane. The lady jumped a little when she felt a squeezing hand upon her side, but relaxed at the voice that followed, “Sorry to interrupt, but cara mia and I have plans now. Scusa, Will,” Leonardo almost growled the poet’s name before grasping his lady’s wrist and leading her towards a secluded alleyway.

“Leonardo?” Jane’s thin eyebrows raised in surprise and confusion when the couple stopped, with Leonardo having pinned her against a wall, “Leonardo what has gotten into you?” She put her hands up against his broad chest and pushed him back so she had room to properly observe his face, sighing when she recognised his darkened expression, “You don’t need to be jealous of him, cuore mio.” Jane gently cupped Leonardo’s cheeks with her delicate hands and she smiled sweetly when he nuzzled against her touch before burying his nose against her neck.

Leonardo sighed into her pale skin, leaving a few careful kisses on her neck before he raised his head, his expression a mixture of a wounded lion and a heartbroken schoolboy, “I know, Jane, mi amor.” The taller vampire smiled guiltily, standing back a little and anxiously rubbing the back of his neck, “Scusa. I just ...” he looked away, Jane’s rich Spanish green proving too beautiful, too much for his heart to handle, “I want you all to myself. I don’t want that scarafaggio crawling in here.” Leonardo placed his warm left hand over Jane’s heart, smirking smally when her pulse beat faster underneath his touch.

The lady smiled softly, throwing her arms around her boyfriend’s waist and snuggling up against his toned body, “Il mio cuore è tutto tuo.”

Leonardo chuckled warmly as Jane’s hand brushed his own when they both reached for the orange paint, “What are you painting with that shade, la mia tigre?” He squeezed her hand softly before withdrawing to grab a jar of dark green paint instead.

“Hm, you’ll see,” the former queen grinned confidently at her lover, sending Cupid’s arrow straight through his chest and filling his heart with overwhelming warmth and affection. They both turned their attention back to their paintings, comfortable in the warm sunshine that streamed through the windows whilst the radio played quietly somewhere in the background. Leonardo noticed Jane occasionally peeking up from over her canvas and gazing at him before turning back to her painting. Likewise, the pureblood was doing the same thing. Without much warning, Piero, the couple’s fat ginger and white cat jumped from his seat on Leonardo’s lap and onto the floor, knocking over several jars of paint as he padded out of the room. “Oh dear,” Jane sighed, kneeling down to clean up the bright splotches on the floor.

“Let me help, cara mia,” as he reached for a rag to wipe the floor, Jane swiped her index finger across her boyfriend’s cheek, giggling when his eyes widened in shock at the cool feeling of paint on his face. Leonardo glanced at himself briefly in the mirror, frowning slightly when he noticed the bright blue splotch on his olive toned skin, “Hey, not fair.” The artist smirked to himself as he dipped his finger into the puddle of sky on the wooden floor and swiped it onto Jane’s button nose.

The pair of them laughed at each other, continuing to splat paint onto one another until they were breathless, grinning in each other’s arms until Jane spoke quietly, “I finished my painting.”

“Oh yeah?” Leonardo stood up and walked around her easel to view a beautiful portrait of himself with the fluffy Piero in his lap. There was a serene smile on his face which matched the one painted in acrylics which he turned towards his beloved, “ ‘s beautiful. You’re beautiful.” The pureblood reached out towards his own canvas and spun it around to show Jane a portrait of herself in vibrant pigments, “Ah but, this doesn’t compare to the real thing.” He dropped to his knees in front of her and placed a warm kiss to her lips, making the lady gasp softly.

Jane muttered against her boyfriend’s lips, “You’re beautiful too, Leo.” And with that, Leonardo picked Jane up and carried her bridal style to the baths to help wash all the paint off of her porcelain perfect skin.

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klutzyroses · 2 years

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I've been looking for more headcanons about ikevam for so long now (yes, I read almost everything out there😂), anyway I'm so glad I found your account, your writing is great and accurate with every character🥰, so about the last request of the short MC, could you do it for Vlad, Charles and Faust, please? I'm obsessed with them

Aw, thank you and welcome!💖 I get you, I feel like I've read everything too!👀

IkeVamp HCs: Short S/o with long hair

(The short s/o headcanons but with Team Vlad)

Suitors: Vlad, Faust, Charles

Vlad

When he first looked upon you, he felt an instant need to get to know you.

You seemed so marvelous to him, so little, delicate and beautiful. He almost thought you a little water sprite, you were just that enchanting to him.

He would peer down at you with so much love, deciding then and there that he would make the world a better place for you, so that you would only know beauty, safety and security.

He would do anything to make your life easier. Be it lowering things to your level or simply lifting you to reach them yourself. Anything you need.

He would be absolutely obsessed with your beautiful hair. He'd often run his fingers absently through it when lost in thought, contemplating the color and thickness of it.

He would occasionally weave some of the flowers in his care into those flowing tresses, within lovely braids and plaits until you resemble a flowery princess from a mystical faraway land. Just the way he sees you.

Should you feel insecure about your height, he will shake his head fondly and tenderly stroke your hair as he cradles you to his chest.

"My little flower, I made a vow to make this world into a beautiful one...but my world is a very small, but perfect and lovely one. If only the rest of the world was like mine..."

Faust

He was instantly intrigued by you for the moment he saw you. Such a tiny, interesting woman.

He needed to know more. Why are you so small? He is curious.

He will often watch you struggle to reach things in high places, and he would do nothing at first, just to see if you reach your target. When he sees you get frustrated and opt to start climbing things, that's when he shakes his head and simply gets it for you.

He is a very tall man, so your small stature makes you seem like quite the pair, especially since he was so intimidating and you, in comparison were so sweet and cute.

He would often play with your hair idly, surprising you by lifting a lock of the smooth silk in his hand and watching it trail off his fingers slowly. He finds it soothing to do so. He would also instruct you to keep it tied when you are up and about, for your own convenience and safety.

If you feel insecure about your height, he will shoot you the most unimpressed look you have ever seen, ceasing his reading momentarily to twirl a lock of your hair around his finger.

"There is no use lamenting what cannot be changed. Don't think such things."

Charles

Your tiny stature immediately drew him to you. He just couldn't believe a girl so sweet as you even existed.

He wouldn't be able to leave you alone for even a moment, he is completely captivated by you and can't get enough of you.

He just loves hugging you, to feel your petite body in his arms is the best feeling he could possibly think of. He also adores lifting you on his shoulders or piggybacking you around Paris. You feel so light, so easily to lift, no effort is needed on his part, which makes reaching things on higher places easier and more fun.

He is just as in love with your hair as he is with the rest of you. It's so long and silky and shiny, he could almost spend all day looking at it, especially when it's loose and blowing delicately in the breeze.

Brushing your hair becomes one of his self-assigned morning duties, right after brushing le Voivode's and waking le Docteur. You have to be last, simply because once he gets ahold of those gorgeous locks, he cannot part with them for at least an hour.

If he finds you are feeling insecure about being so small, he will wrap you up in his arms in the warmest, most adoring hug he can muster, kissing the top of your head over and over.

"Non, non, ma princesse! I love your tinyness! You're so cute and adorable, I don't want you to change one bit!"

🌸

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen vampire headcanons #ikemen vampire scenarios #ikevamp vlad #ikevamp faust #ikevamp charles

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dreamscapesin1582 · 4 years

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Theodorus van Gogh + “Kutta”

hello there! thank you for requesting, and im very sorry its super late! and super dumb abvsagduv also i hope i got this right bc honestly i have no idea what im doing already---

so at first mc didnt know why theodorus van gogh was calling her “hondje”

she spent a good few days thinking theo was very friendly because he already had a nickname for her

jokes on her lmao

it was only until vincent heard it and told him off for his choice of a nickname did she realize

le gasp

“what?”

“y-you kutta!”

*imagine mc walking out in disbelief lmao*

theo was kinda sorry, but yknow,,,, not r e a l l y

u prolly could find him lurking around like shy angry puppy

but like ten parts angry

he doesnt know how to apologize so he just,,, gets annoyed instead lolol

at some point, they just reconcile without actual conversation

one day, mc and theo was supposed to go shopping together

both agreed

b e g r u d g i n g l y

“looks like hondje has no bark today”

“just thought i’d take the kutta for a walk in peace”

“................is that what i think it means?”

she only looks at him as she walks ahead, “hope you learn”

cue darius benson

#ikemen vampire #ikevam #ikemen vampire: temptation in the dark #cybird #ikemen series #ikevam theo #ikevam theodorus #ikevamp theo #ikevamp theodorus #ikemen vampire headcanons #ikevam headcanons #ikevam hcs #ikemen vampire hcs #//req'd

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queens-hoes · 4 years

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Saying ‘I do’ with Theodorus Van Gogh

We’re back!

Are there other suitors I was supposed to do first? Yes. Am I still going to do Theo instead bc I love him? Absolutely.

This boy would probably take a while to propose

Probably only really starts thinking about it after he catches you gazing at wedding cakes in town

“Does Hondje want a treat?” “No, Theo”

Vincent is the one to give him the final push he needs and even helps him pick out a ring

Arthur absolutely tries giving him ideas on how to propose

Most of them are terrible and/or illegal

“Alright, we’re going to need about seven feet of sapphire blue ribbon, at least a dozen white doves, a string quartet, two opera singers, a vanilla cake, and the town fountain—”

Arthur was nearly decked several times that day

But just as Theo is about to storm off, Arthur hits him with words of wisdom

“Bloody hell, Theo, you know you don’t need anything big to woo her. You already have her heart in your meaty paws, so there’s no doubt she’ll say ‘yes.’ Just do what feels right.”

He hates it when Arthur makes sense

So the next day in the garden he just. does it.

His ears were already super red beforehand so you knew something was up

And of course you say yes and happiness ensues

Arthur is hidden in the bushes watching the whole thing go down, quietly celebrating how good of a wingman he is

Wedding preparation time!

Arthur actually takes on a huge role in the planning process and spends more time thinking about centrepieces and tablecloths than the actual bride and groom

You and Theo are good with something simple despite Arthur constantly trying to persuade you to go big

Vincent helps a lot with the decorations, both in designing and making them

It all makes for a very cute, very pretty garden wedding

You bet some paintings are on display, can’t waste a good business opportunity

You’d go with a pretty classy wedding dress–– something simple and comfortable

Arthur tries to convince you to get a sexy one “no Arthur”

But you do add at least a lil bit of spice, whether that be through lace or a revealed back hehe

When you walk down the aisle it takes all of Theo’s strength to not cry poor boy is a mess on the inside tho

“You clean up well, Hondje”

Oh shush Theo we all know you’re just trying to hide your affection

He’ll probably cry about it with Vincent later

you’re just so pretty and you’re all his

Pancake wedding cake. There was never any other option.

You pour the syrup over the cake together

Theo smiles the entire time and everyone is either in shock or concerned bc is he okay???

He is because he’s lucky enough to have you

The honeymoon will be in the Netherlands so he can show you the real wheat fields from his past

But you could be going to the market for your honeymoon for all he cares

What matters is that you’re with him

His beautiful and strong little hondje

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevam #ikevamp theo #ikevam theo #theodorus van gogh #theo van gogh #ikevamp headcanons #ikevamp fluff #ikevam headcanons

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emeraldtawny · 4 years

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IkeVam Headcanons: Crying Headcanons (Angst)

...I apologise for nothing. This was spawned by some filthy enablers in the IkeVamp Discord server (you all know who you are....love u guys uwu).

Vague structure is as follows: how they would cry and what made them cry. Full steam angst ahead. Enjoy~ ^w^

Napoleon

Life as an Emperor made him establish a stone face; show no weakness or emotion and let no one see you struggling. This led to Napo always bottling up his emotions whenever he felt the need to cry. And he was too good at doing so, people being none the wiser when he bottled up his frustration, his anger, his despair. However, there was a limit, even for him. When his mentality is withered down to nothing and he can’t hold back the tears any longer, his breath will leave him with a choke and a single tear will squeeze out despite itself. He’d hastily wipe it away and attempt to recollect himself, but he’s too tired, too burdened, the faint cacophony of war echoing within his brain like an inescapable terror. Perhaps that’s another reason why he sleeps so much...

Mozart

He would be physical to stop himself from crying when he feels it bubbling up. He'd punch walls, door frames, even his dear piano if there was nothing else close by. But the pain from his punches would only fuel his tears, his face tight with rage and a snarl on his lips, but his eyes sparkling with tears and his eyebrows desperately pulled together. He’d be cursing at himself as he felt the first tear fall, his self-berating words only growing into a crescendo in his ears as he fights with - and loses to - himself. He’ll probably clench his fists enough to cut his palms with his nails. His reason for crying? Simply put, he feels worthless, he doesn't feel improvement in his music despite others' praise.

Leonardo

None would consider the Renaissance genius an emotional man, even in private. And he is well aware of this stigma people have crafted for him and has since molded to it himself. Leo would be able to school his features perfectly so no one knows he's upset (except Comte of course). When MC falls asleep cuddled up sweetly against his chest and he knows she's out, he lets a soft, choked sigh escape and finally lets a few tears out, stroking her hair softly as he does so. He lies there just....dwelling on her existence, knowing her not being as long for this world as him and it weighs on him so much that sometimes he just needs to cry. But he'll only do it in front of MC when she sleeps, so she won’t see him at his weakest. He doesn’t think he could bear it.

Arthur

He would try to smile and play it off that he’s fine when he cries, even though the smile would be shaky at the edges as his lips tremble and he tries to blink back his tears. MC would just watch the collapsing of his smile, his mental state, his resilience; she would be watching a man fall apart. Tears collect in his eyes, but they wouldn’t fall until he does first, his knees collapsing and him hunching over himself as he digs the heels of his palms directly into his eyes. His breaths would be shaky, shallow and he’d be whispering countless choked apologies and baseless self-deprecating remarks of himself. He’s sinking into the black, inky depths of his own mind and even when he wails, even when he screams for release, it all feels hopeless. How he survived without MC there to pull him back from the brink of himself, he does not know. But he’s thankful for it every time, without fail.

Vincent

He may be akin to a doll and when he cries it's with the same beauty, but more in the way of if you saw an actual doll crying; unsettling and spine-chilling. For him, it'd feel like his blood stopped pumping, his body stopped responding to him. He knows that he's crying, but he can't wipe away his tears, can't lift his hands to cover his eyes, can't open his mouth to wail; nothing. His mind is screaming though, and it screams so loud that it drowns out everything else. His baby blue eyes are more striking with a thick ring of red outlining them and his bottom lip quivering like a frail fallen leaf, the faint taste of salt on his tongue from the tears streaming without obstacle down his face and past his open lips. Years of repressed and unknown emotions mean that when he cries, he cries until he physically can't anymore and needs to sleep it off. And when he wakes up? He doesn't remember a thing.

Theodorus

Theo would be pretty physical like Mozart, but just in a more violent yet shorter outburst. He might have thrown a vase to the ground with a groaned yell and shattered it into pieces, his fists clenched tight and his chest heaving with heavy breaths, as if the air was viscous and unyielding in its oxygen. The adrenaline subsides and he just sees the room around him submerge in water. When MC runs in frantically and worriedly asks what's wrong, he pulls her into a death grip embrace and rasps out to stay still and not look at him. She'll comfort him until he loosens his grip enough for her to hug him back and he'll keep his head buried in her shoulder. His cries are shaky exhales and the rogue tear that seeps into her blouse goes purposefully unnoticed by her for his own sake. His reason? The art world is shit, obstacles at every turn, and even Theo ain't strong enough to deal with that every day without fail.

Dazai

He would keep smiling through his crying until his face basically collapses into one big sob...and then, silent crying. Not a whisper of sound; no sudden intake of breath or rasped exhale. Just a man standing there with his head hung low and his mauve bangs masking the glassy, lifeless expression of long-established despair on his face. Tear streaks run down his cheeks and tears hang off of his lashes with his gold irises accentuated by his reddened eyes, yet not one ounce of emotion can be seen - can be felt - emanating from him. He just feels overwhelming moments of despair and nothingness at very frequent times. Most times, he can handle it; it’s what he knows, daresay what he’s comfortable with. But sometimes the stress of...life is just too much. Oddly fitting for a man who wants to die but can't.

Isaac

Despite his best efforts, when Isaac gets too upset to handle, he becomes extremely volatile. He would collapse to his knees and hold his chest with a pained expression. His eyes would be open, wide with fear, as he physically feels the sob bubbling within his chest and rising into his throat like a lump of lead. Moments pass in agony until he lets out a strained sob that rips from his throat and sends a dull yet prevalent pump of blood to his head, a moment of dizziness passing over him. After that, he quietly cries, curled into himself and resting his head atop his clenched hands, letting the tears soak into his skin, hoping - praying - that the pain will stop. If he happens to be in a public space when he gets overwhelmed with emotion, he’ll be quick to extrapolate himself and hide away in a secluded spot, crying with short, almost hyperventilating breaths and whispering “I’m okay, I’m okay” over and over.

Jean

The type to have the most guttural sobs where his throat is ragged and dry, and his breaths heave with effort. He would bottle it up until his vision physically blurs, his tears lining his eyes and obscuring his vision, and he would run to an isolated place if he wasn’t there already. Every time he cries, he hears swords clashing, groans of pain; every drop of blood, sweat and tears of Jean’s falls for those who have fallen for him. A growl of pain wretches from his throat and his fist collides with the nearest wall. He rests his back against the same wall and lets his feet slip out from under him as he sinks to the floor, glaring with frustration at the ceiling until the storm clouds clear from his conscience.

Shakespeare

Shakes would seem to be the type that doesn't realise he's crying until he feels it or until someone points it out. But what if he was well aware that he was crying? But his smile would look so natural and out of place to his blood and gold eyes shimmering with tears that no one would know whether to approach him over the situation or not. It’s like the boy who cried wolf; no one would know he’s actually in pain because all they see is deceit. So when he feels his heart finally begin to pump with pain, he wears a smile even when his own eyes betray him. When he has a moment to himself, he'll dab his eyes calmly with his handkerchief, all the while biting on his tongue - hard enough to bleed - to stop any unbecoming sounds escaping him. He'll massage his closed eyelids to recollect himself and return to business as usual. Sometimes, even Shakes doesn’t know why he has these moments, his memories too repressed to remember the reason for his own tragedy.

Comte de Saint-Germaine

Like the other immortal, he presents himself in a way to suggest crying being a foreign sensation to him and, when he does cry, tries to repress it where he can. He at least has more of his head on to know when it's safe to cry; alone or in front of MC. He won't sob, he won't wail. If anything, it'll look like he's the one comforting MC, him holding her head against his chest so she can't see the strain on his face as he desperately holds back his tears. A few will fall - glistening scarlet, tears of immortal blood - and he’ll catch them on the back of his hand to prevent them from staining her hair red. But she won't say a word, simply embrace him back and let him cry in complete silence. Being an immortal vampire with responsibilities and obligations weighing on you every second of your endless life? It’s a miracle that the Comte hasn't broken down more.

Sebastian

Surrounded by his work and with hardly a moment to let his thoughts get the better of them, when Sebas does let his walls down, it will be controlled. He would let out a shuddering breath, his eyelids closing and his breaths forced into and out of his lungs in a controlled manner. Attempting to control his quickly spiraling thoughts, his brows furrow and his hands at work pause. The tightness and anxiety in his chest grows and he allows himself a quiet sob over the sink, before-- Tick tock tick tock. Only a few seconds passed, but they felt too long to Sebastian, his head hanging over the sink. Splashing his face with water and with a few good slaps to his cheeks, he reassures himself that he has no time for this - that if he has time to cry, then he has time to work. With a couple of sniffles to fully rid his body of its lasting bout of sadness, his hands begin to move again to finish preparing dinner. Even the perfect butler needs a moment of reprieve sometimes.

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YANDERE SUITORS HEADCANNON, i think this will be fun

Ok lol I’m sorry it took me FOREVER to answer this.. I’ve been meaning to, but I kept putting these off. life’s been...... hectic lol and I have had NO inspiration but!! I’m on vacation this week so! Here we go!

Yandere headcanons huh? I’m assuming you’re talking about the ikevamp boys? Hmmmmmm~

Let’s start with papa vamp Comte St. Germaine:

Y’all know he’s mister cool, calm and collected. It’d take a LOT to ruffle his smooth feathers. I mean, he’s seen the world, done it all.. he’s old lol The only exception is when someone tries to meddle in his relationship with his significant other.

Then, oooh, then. You’d best beware. He won’t blow up, but I can just see those golden eyes take on a deadly sheen. He’ll talk in a very calm voice that’s as smooth as Muzan from Demon Slayer and just as scary. He won’t even have to use force, bruh. He’ll just look at the infidel and smile a cold smile and talk with that voice and they’ll know never to go near his beloved ever again. And so will anyone else in the near vicinity. Thinking about it, it’s kinda hot lol

I imagine all yandere tendencies to be towards the outsider, not his beloved. But he might want them to assure him that they love him and him alone. I think he’d love his beloved too much to be rough with them, unless that’s what they want lol

Napoleon

hmmm with Napoleon I don’t know how much of a yandere he’d be. I think he’s too confident a person to have those tendencies. Noble too.

I definitely could see him getting violent if his beloved feels and/or acts threatened tho

If he ever does feel those tendencies, I have a feeling he’d try to laugh it off or joke about it while at the same time be a little more clingy with his beloved :3

Leonardo

Ooh Leo.. now let’s talk about Leo. He’s confident, sure, but he’s got that little self conscious itch that bugs him now and then concerning how old he is and the mortality of his beloved. Like, I imagine now and then he questions whether he’s right for them or not because they’re mortal and he’s immortal yada yada

So, if there is a persistent person that tries to seemingly take his beloveds attention or be a bit too flirty, I feel like he’d keep it to himself at first. However, if it bugs him, I bet he’d confront that person alone and make sure they’re aware who they’re messing with.

After, though he tries to keep things to himself, when those tendencies comes out, heh, what a night it’ll be..... nothing bad, of course, because he’d never hurt his beloved. But they won’t be leaving their bedroom for a while lol

Isaac

I can imagine this cutie having yandere tendencies, sure. He’d be ashamed of them because he’s aware it’s not healthy, but he can’t help himself at times

If someone makes the move on his beloved, I can see the poor thing not knowing how to handle it. He’d just know he doesn’t like it. Maybe he steps in at the last minute to break them up. Actually, you can kind of see it in his route when Comte is teaching MC how to dance

He’d be a bit pouty about it and later on would want reassurance that his beloved is his and his alone. He is a wolf in sheep’s clothing too, so they might be getting more than they bargained for.

Mozart

Yandere? Mozart? Most likely. And I think if he’s pissed he’ll do something to prove how much better he is than his so-called rival.

Boy is a straight savage and will also use his words to just murder the poor soul that dare approach his beloved

After that, his beloved had better prepare themselves, because they’d be in a world full of intense teasing.

Arthur

Would Artie be a yandere? I kinda think he’d be a quieter one. One that’s a bit more possessive in private.

Like, he’ll act like it’s no big thing. He’ll act confident, sure. But it’s eating him inside, especially if his beloved seems to be acting a little more friendly than normal...

Back at the room, he’d pout. Clutch onto his beloved and tell them he’s not letting them go. He’d need some consoling before he proves why he’s the only one for them. He’s good with his words too, so be ready for that~

Vincent

He’s the surprising one. You wouldn’t think he’d have the tendencies but one evening, someone is being a bit too friendly with his dear one. His only one. His muse.

He saunters up and smiles happily but there’s something scary about the way he’s talking and tightly holding his dear one’s hand.. scary enough that the other person isn’t a problem any longer

He’s not even quite aware of how he’s acting. He just knows he’s angry and wants his beloved to himself. When alone, he tells them how he’s feeling and doesn’t understand why. So many feelings are so new to him, after all. Needless to say, the both of them will be quite willing to explore how to relieve himself of these emotions

Theo

I sure do think he’d be a yandere. Quite an expressive one too.

He’ll be dominant towards the jerk that’s trying to move in on his significant other. It won’t go to blows, because this man knows how to handle things without going that far. He can argue and intimidate quite well from trying to sell his brothers works.

Afterwards, he’ll confront his beloved as well. Again, nothing hurtful or anything, but it seems this dude likes it rough. Ergo, they will remember who they “belong” to very well

Dazai

‘Kay, I love Dazai very much but y’all know this guy would be the creepy kind of yandere, always hanging around his beloved whenever possible

He’d start writing things to his beloved daily that seem loving at first but also quite possessive.

He’d also be the sneaky type, finding ways to make the unfortunate soul’s who dared mess with his beloved life a living hell, either by writing things about them or spreading secrets that he somehow found out.

Jean

I suppose he could have yandere tendencies, but he’d be ashamed of them. He too would realize that these feelings would be wrong

He would be open about these feelings and would ask his beloved’s forgiveness and would want to seek a way to prevent them

There would be some pleading for assurance that his beloved would stay with him and him alone

Shakespeare

lol isn’t this guy certified to be a yandere? Legit would want to keep his beloved to himself

Will be open to tying them up or locking them up if he feels it necessary

Still, i can see him feeling some guilt about it, maybe not like Kenshin, but it could be something he feels he probably should change. Is probably depressed too, since he always wants to write tragedies. Basically, this guy probably needs counseling......

And that’s that. I hope it’s ok. I don’t quite know how to write yanderes and I’m not fully aware of some of these characters’ behaviors yet since their routes aren’t out yet. :) if there’s any problem, feel free to tell me.

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