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weird-profiterole · 6 months

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🎃 Happy Halloween 🎃

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sserrafeim · 1 year

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Ikemen Vampire but instead of a dating sim it’s a 90s sitcom because the idea of 10+ historical figures from different time periods and countries living together as vampires in a mansion with a human guy as their butler in 18th century Paris is already crazy enough

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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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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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rainiishowers · 7 months

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I recently downloaded IkemenVampire and I just-

Look at mah boy Issac with his lil pet hedgehog 🥺

#cybird ikemen #ikemen vampire #ikevam isaac

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sevenai · 1 year

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dazai: do you think that if a coconut dropped on your head instead, you still would have figured out gravity?

isaac: that’s not how-

arthur: dazai he would’ve been dead!!

dazai: you’re right how insensitive of me.

isaac: …i wish it WAS a coconut.

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stoneybologna69 · 2 years

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Thought of y'all

#ikemen vampire #ikevam isaac #isaac newton #ikevamp isaac

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weirdwriter69 · 2 years

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Mozart gives off short vibes like I don’t know how to explain it, but seeing him in sprite pictures with MC always caught me off guard. Along with Isaac, it’s okay for a guy to be shorter than MC. Not every Vampire is required by law to 6 foot tall.

This makes me wonder how tall MC is.

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eileenfangirls · 2 years

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GENERAL

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— Napoleón Bonaparte

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— Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

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— Leonardo Da Vinci

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— Arthur Conan Doyle

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— Vincent Van Gogh

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— Theodorus Van Gogh

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— Osamu Dazai

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— Isaac Newton

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— Jean d’Arc

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— William Shakespeare

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— Comte de Saint-Germain

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— Sebastian

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— MC

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CASTILLO VLAD

— Vlad

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— Johann Georg Faust

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— Charles-Henri Sanson

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OTROS

— Serenity Fontaine (OC)

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weird-profiterole · 2 years

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The hardest of all.

Just because @yanderepuck sent me a video reminding me I haven't posted this comic I drew months ago, so here it is 🙈

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ragfam · 1 year

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No one went to his lecture😔

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pleasepushmeoffacliff · 7 days

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There where too many characters to add in 1 pole, sorry.

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arthotsglasses · 1 year

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Can you draw Ikemen vampires in cozy hoodie blankets? It’s like a blanket but you wear it like a hoodie, it’s a top and it can be cozy with the plush.

Thank you for your time.

weeee some of them turned out really cute! maybe future keychain material??

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candied-boys · 1 year

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Blooming Red

Ikevamp x afab reader - no character specified so pick your fav vampire

Tw: period, blood, biting, blood sucking, birth control, reader orgasm

Pet names: good girl, my love

Tags: fluff, picnic, slice of life, menstruation, caring bf, feeling unwell

You should have known. You should have seen the signs that cautioned you all week. But you ignored them, clinging to the new found hope that came with the tiny technology you happened to bring with you that fateful day at the Louvre. It was the one thing you were most grateful to have when the moon waxed and waned but you chose to remain by his side.

Birth control.

You opted for the method with 99% protection, no anxiety about missing a day, and (just as importantly) a lighter period. That time of the month had always been a menace. Between the crippling pain, the upset stomach, and the exhaustion, it had stolen so many weeks of your life.

But eventually you wondered if all the suffering you put up with was worse than the ‘horrible side effects’ you'd heard so much about from chemical birth control. So when you tried the hormonal IUD and your period stopped all together, you knew it was the right choice for you.

For the first time in a decade you felt well. However, you had been warned that it wouldn't last forever, that your body would adjust to the hormones within a year or so, that the bleeding would eventually return.

And it did, but infinitely more bearable. The bleeding was hardly enough to even colour the fabric of your undergarments it was so light, and all the other symptoms had disappeared.

At least until this week.

You passed off the light fevers that warmed your cheeks in the afternoons as overexertion from work. The nagging hip tightness that gradually became an ache was nothing more than you having neglected your stretches. Surely some yoga would fix it. Even the tummy trouble was easy to dismiss as having eaten (or not eaten) something or other.

So, with a year of freedom behind you, the last thing you anticipated was pain bad enough to have you doubled over. Least of all while out on a picnic this sunny spring day.

You could feel the numbness spreading little by little as you sat there playing with the flowers you'd picked. It was negligible though, just enough to be felt but not anywhere near enough to call it a day. Only after spending a few hours in the cooler-than-anticipated breeze did the pain start to flare.

With the shadows long and the basket empty, the two of you decided to head home. You kept quiet, planning to take a hot bath once back. And so hand in hand, you left the meadow.

But you hardly topped the next hill when you were struck down, the discomfort suddenly agony, your legs aching and numb, your back sore, your head light, and your skin clammy.

He didn't waste time asking what the cause was, instead threading the basket handle into one elbow and scooping you up in his arms. He could see your pained expression clearly now, and quickly surmised this wasn't unexpected on your part or you would be panicking. Your calm, although very ill, demeanor told him everything he needed to know as he headed swiftly back.

You often forget just how strong he is because he's always so gentle with you, but cradled against his chest you're reminded just how much strength his loving arms hold. He doesn't struggle or huff. He shows no signs of exertion. He merely readjusts you now and again to keep you comfortable in his embrace.

Back in your room he sets you down carefully and slips you out of any restraining clothes before tucking you under the blankets. With a kiss he leaves and returns as promised a while later laden with everything he thought might help.

A bed warmer full of hot stones from the common room fireplace, your favourite tea, soup from the kitchen, sweets and treats in tins and jars, and all the natural remedies he could find in the house from herbal patches to perfumed oils.

Unsure where to start he asks what you'd prefer, but your answer leaves his mouth hanging open.

“You want me to bite you?!” he confirms in a whisper.

“Please? I think it would help with the pain… That's what the pleasurable side effect is for, right?”

“Yes, but… are you sure your body can handle it right now?” he counters, taking a seat on the bed and pressing his hand to your forehead.

“I'm already feeling so weak I'm not going to get out of bed the rest of the day… I don't think it could do more than knock me out for the night.”

“What about the blood loss? Since you're already bleeding, won't it make you anemic?”

“I don't think so. You know I'm hardly bleeding at all. You said you didn't even notice because you couldn't smell it, right?”

“I guess… if you're really certain it's what you want, my love.”

With a nod and a faint smile you assure him and he gives you a peck in confirmation.

“Then, how about here?” he asks, and rubs your leg through the covers. “I think closer to the source of the pain might be more effective. Also there's a good artery here, so it's easier for me.”

Turning down the blanket, you let him do as he sees fit.

“Lie back,” he instructs gently with a warmth in his eyes that makes you feel incredibly safe. “Good girl. Are you comfortable? Yeah? Alright, spread your legs for me. There we go.”

Holding your gaze, he positions himself, arms linked beneath each knee, hands resting on your hipbones, and his mouth against your inner thigh, then waits for your final consent. When you nod, his jaw closes around a mouthful of soft flesh. Although you know what's coming and you even begged him for it yourself, your body still jolts as his fangs slice into you.

However, the poison immediately spreads through the punctured vessel and into your bloodstream — easing the pain of the wound and, just as you had hoped, the aches in the rest of your body too. Heartbeat by heartbeat, the torment subsides until you feel yourself relax. In the wake of relief, pleasure begins to wash through you. Mild at first, it surges as he continues to drink his fill, reaching a crest and wrecking you on a shore of ecstasy.

“Feel better, my love?” he asks as he laps at the bite, blood drunk eyes locked on yours glittering with afterglow.

“Mhm,” you hum out of breath and stretch your arms to beckon him to you.

Crawling over you, he steals a kiss and wraps you up in his arms, tucking your head beneath his chin and rubbing your back as you drift off 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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lorei-writes · 7 months

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Hello!

So party weekend.

Clavis. I mean, if he sleeps. And if someone didn't already claim him.

If the guy is already taken, Isaac or Dazai.

Thanks a lot and have a nice day, weekend, week, month, year, life.

Eyo, eyo!

Clavis has been claimed (he went out yesterday), HOWEVER, I did have a less than serious idea... so let's go down the route of crack, shall we?

Clavis

Except it's an anti-prank cross. Forced on him, back when he was little. By his brothers. And it's not velcro-ed, it's leather straps with steel buckles.

The only problem was that the cuffs around his wrists were a bit loose, so he dislocated his thumbs, freed his hands, and the rest... and the rest is history, so to say. (It's a miracle Sariel hasn't gone white after that day).

Needless to say, the cross did not in fact prevent him from pranking others. In the following months, all of his brothers (with the exception of Chevalier, who already slept with a sword by his pillow) woke up inside of a similar device, of his own making... Crocheted with some very coarse, scratchy wool. Clavis had his revenge.

[And now, this, this one... take it with a handful of salt. It's just vibes speaking.]

Isaac

Nice flannel set, with a buttoned-shirt-like top. Red tartan. Very warm, perhaps a bit old, but still in a good shape, even if the sleeve tore once and needed to be mended.

The shirt is very steal-able. And he doesn't even mind (in truth, although he may be mildly secretive about the fact). After all... it's not that he really needs it, not when his lover has it.

Now, there's one coincidence that's worth being mentioned, though. The shirt has a small applique. He hasn't noticed it when he bought it. Yes. It's an apple. A little. Red. Apple.

Weekend Party

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