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Napoleon pancake fanfic
Fandom: Ikemen Vampire
Genre: Fluff
Content warning: Contains Pancakes! View at your own discretion!
Requested by @pauinthesky
Napoleon steps into his room with an exasperated sight. He lazily let his bag slip out of his grip as he walked to throw himself into the bed when he saw some still warm pancakes on his desk with a written note next to it: "Don't overwork yourself, xxx Comte."
He sat down on his bed; it felt more comfortable than usual today. Then picked up the plate and placed it on his lap. The scent of melted sugar filled his nose.
His hand reached for a fork, but there was none. He felt too tired to get one from the kitchen and just picked up a pancake with his bare hands. It rested in between his thumb and index finger.
The dough felt very soft to the touch. As he took a bite, the warmth felt like it could melt him from the inside out. And as he began chewing, the taste became apparent and the sugary contents melted on his tongue as he slowly leaned to lay down on the bed.
He swallowed the first bite and subconsciously licked the sugary remnants off his lips before taking another bite. He began eating one pancake after another.
Until he reached for one more... But there was none left.
His hand went to rub his drowsy eyes, but he noticed how greasy his fingers were, and decided to wipe them first. He reached for the napkin laying on his desk and slowly wiped his fingers.
Yawning, he decided to lay on the bed and rest for just a little bit, drifting into sleep.
Sebastian entered the room, walking quietly to Napoleon's desk and picked up the plate. Sebastian glanced at the sleeping Napoleon, he reached to carefully slip the blanket onto Napoleon.
Sebastian then left as quietly as he entered.
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A bit on the short end, but I hope you liked it.
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yandere-romanticaa · 8 months
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He's literally one of the finest men in the game, don't @ me
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natimiles · 12 days
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Out of Context Ikevamp
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Masterlists
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[Monthly banquet]
Dazai: Synonyms are weird because if you invite someone to your cottage in the forest, that just sounds nice and cozy, but if I invite you to my cabin in the woods, you're going to die.
Arthur: My favorite is explaining the difference between a booty call and a butt dial.
Shakespeare: It's called connotations.
Arthur: *nodding* How about this one...
Arthur: Forgive me, father, for I have sinned.
Arthur: *looks towards Comte, smirking* Sorry, Daddy, I've been naughty.
Comte: *sighs* All language has now been banned from the dinner table.
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sweetlittleneptune · 2 months
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things MC has said at some point (pt.2)
"the fact that you died a virgin is really not that big of a surprise" (to Isaac)
"modern society is still horny for Sherlock, how do you feel about that?" (to Arthur)
"you're adorable, but you got mommy issues written on your forehead and I'm not sure I wanna get involved in that" (to Charles)
"you trigger my 'slap a bitch' mode every time you walk in the room" (to Mozart)
"you're kinda like Brad Pitt. everyone thinks you're hot and it makes you boring" (to Leonardo)
"you give wayyy too many murder ideas in your plays to be acting like this" (to Shakespeare)
"Comte, you should know how terrible your taste in men is" (to Comte)
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cloudcountry · 4 months
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SUMMARY: little things the ikevamp suitors love about you.
WARNINGS: none!! :D
COMMENTS: this is kinda to get me back in the writing groove again. i thought this was really cute as i was writing it hehe
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napoleon adores your voice, the sweet sound of it carrying in the wind as you cheer him on when he spars. your voice goes higher when you talk to jupiter and lower when you talk to the kids he teaches, and although he’ll never tell you he notices these things, it’ll be evident when you look over at the teasing smirk on his face.
mozart adores the contrast between your klutziness and your grace, he’s caught you swaying to his music when you clean before, now that you two often find yourself sharing the same space. his eyes wander to you as he plays under the guise of making sure you don't slip on the sleek floors and injure yourself...but really, he is enraptured by you.
leonardo adores your lips, even more so when they’re on his own. ever the flirt, he makes sure your lips are always turned upwards in a bashful smile, the one that makes the corners of your eyes crinkle and your cheeks warm up. he touches your cheeks, brushing his fingers along your skin before kissing you, leaving you both smiling.
arthur adores your eyes, the way they’re always trained on him, the way he can see himself reflected in yours and just knows you see yourself in his. he loves how soft they look as they gaze upon him, a hopeless man, a sinner, a weak and helpless person that couldn’t save the ones he wanted to save most. you can still look at him, and that's all he could ever ask from you.
isaac adores your neck and the way it looks when you wear necklaces and different collared shirts and different hairstyles. he finds himself flustered at the thought of pressing his lips to where your neck meets your shoulder, sprinkling the skin with his kisses and dusting it with soft whispers for the both of you to cherish.
vincent adores your smile and the way it makes him happy, too. he loves that you never shy away from your feelings and you aren’t scared of his. you smile when he expresses what he wants, as if him craving and needing and wanting makes you happy, and oh if that’s what it takes to see you beam like you’ll love him forever, vincent will embrace every part of him.
theo loves your arms and how they work hard every day, only to wrap around him at the end of it all. it melts his heart when your head finds itself over his heartbeat, listening to his pulse as you shut your eyes. he’s never felt more weak in the knees in his life. you’ve ruined him, but he doesn’t care just so long as you keep holding him and working hard at his side.
dazai adores your waist and all of the uses it has. he loves kneading the flesh he finds there, making you squeal because those spots may be a bit ticklish. he finds himself placing a hand there as he walks with you, holding you close to his side, just close enough to catch your scent. it’s cheesy when he grabs your waist to lift you into the air, swinging you around in an impromptu dance, but his heart melts with love for you when your hands find themselves over his, keeping him latched onto you.
jean adores how you wake up in the morning, all sleepy and confused. every little noise you make makes his heart skip a beat, and so he captures every single one and places them in the corner of his mind labeled with your name for safekeeping. maybe then, even when you’re gone, he’ll still be able to know you. the heart that pounds so vehemently for you nearly pops out of his chest when you throw an arm over him and snuggle into his chest, a delicate smile on your face.
will adores how you smell when you come out of the shower, all freshened up. the fragrances of all the products you two picked out together waft throughout the villa, and will doesn’t find himself minding that he can smell you everywhere. after all, you’ve left your mark on this place, and furthermore, his heart.
comte adores you for staying by his side, even though he knows it’s hard. he’s been so painfully lonely for most of his life, and even now he doesn’t feel he fits anywhere. but you come along and take him into your arms, gently collecting all of his broken pieces, and you bring him back together with your embrace. this. this is where he belongs. he is certain of it.
sebastian adores your laughter and the way you seem to infect the mansion with it. he hears it ringing in his ears even when you aren’t around, the sweet sound carrying through his memories as he busies himself with chores and thoughts of you. it isn’t easy running an entire mansion, but with you by his side, bumping him with your hip as the two of you wash dishes, he couldn’t be happier.
vlad adores how you love vampires just as much as he loves humans. you have always tried to get him to bridge the gap with comte and trust humans again, and although it's not easy he sees your efforts and he loves you for it. you’re strange for not fearing him, for staying by his side throughout all he has done, but he’s glad for it.
faust adores how you’re so honest. you set boundaries and mean them, you tell people off when they’re encroaching on your space, and you make sure the environment you foster around yourself is as lovely as it can be. it makes him smug, knowing you’re so capable and he’s the one that gets to call you his. 
charles adores your fingertips and the way they map out his body, pressing into his scalp to soothe him and trailing down his back when he wants a hug. you’re always so gentle with him, treating him like he’s precious like he’s loved, and he knows he can never get enough of it. you’re so sweet, indulging him like this. he will never be able to stop loving you.
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lukkabloom · 27 days
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Loving these resident interactions
We don't see a lot of Mozart & Napoleon together so that was interesting
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nuttytani · 3 months
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random comte headcanons
he likes it when you're the one who initiates physical affection like hugs, hand holding and kisses. it makes him melt like icecream on a hot day, it turns him into a giddy teenager experiencing love all over again.
he won't ever admit it but comte enjoys it when you play with his hair. lightly scratching his scalp with your dull nails and massaging the area behind his ears, it makes him sleepy.
comte thinks that your eyes are the most captivating thing about you, they show so many emotions! and your eyelashes, the way they frame your eyes so perfectly- which is why you'll always find him giving your eyelids a peck every now and then.
whenever he sees you wear his gifts, he feels joy. because that means you liked it enough. sure, comte might love showering you with gifts, that's just a habit he has acquired over the years and it's his way of showing love. but nothing tops when you actually put his gifts to use.
comte is the type of person who will always have cookies and biscuits on the side while he drinks tea.
he wears glasses while reading newspaper, even though he has perfect vision. comte just wants to feel a bit human, besides, you always compliment him when he wears those glasses.
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xxsycamore · 24 days
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❝ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬? ❞
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╰┈➤ ⁉️ Everyone is acting so strange today, and Sebastian seems to be the only one noticing it.
Sebastian, Comte, Napoleon, Theodorus, Vincent, Mozart, Jean, Arthur, Isaac, Leonardo, Dazai • rating: G • tags: April Fools' Day; Pranks and Practical Jokes; poor sebas; Humor; Crack • wordcount: 1,682 • masterlist
a/n: HAPPY APRIL FOOLS! After Dazai pranking everyone and then everyone pranking Dazai, it seems like this year's target is Sebas…
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It's not every day that Sebastian allows himself the indulgence of enjoying a drink with his masters, even when they so generously invite him to the table in the game room. The events of last night are but a blur in his memory now, as he's not the best at holding his liquor and neither has their immunity to hangovers. But a butler must be prim and proper at all times! While he's on duty, that's it. So that's why he allowed himself the fun of last night, but is readily up and out of his bed early in the morning today.
He enters the kitchen, humming the tune to Mozart's Turkish March in this tranquil moment of being the only soul awake in the whole mansion, on his way to begin preparing breakfast-
"Oh, good morning Sebas. I'm already done with some things here, figured I might help you."
"My! What a nice surprise Monsieur Napoleon, thank you."
Huh.
"M-M-M-Monsieur Napoleon what are you doing here????"
"Helping you with breakfast."
"No, gods, I was wondering why are you awake at such an early hour-"
Napoleon looks at him dumbfounded. And so does Sebas, mirroring him. Granted, there are dark circles under his eyes but that hardly does anything about the vigor with which he moves the frying pan and multitasks with the preparation of another ingredient at the same time.
"Is it that strange that I felt like waking up earlier today?"
Well, yes it is! That's what Sebastian wants to shout at the top of his lungs, but he can only blink mesmerized instead. Fearing that he might offend him in some way if he keeps this up, he saves his confusion to himself and gets back on track with his task.
The breakfast preparation goes on swimmingly with Napoleon's help, even if he strangely seems to have forgotten how to cook all of a sudden so he needs some serious memory refreshment... Sebastian blames it on his lack of sleep, of course that would be the reason.
Soon the dining room begins filling with the real early-bird residents that pose no surprises for Sebastian, and the plates are already waiting in front of them like clockwork.
"Pancakes again? I'm starting to get tired of this. You got something else for me, Sebastian?"
The sound of pots and pans falling to the floor greatly concerns the van Gogh brothers at the table after the younger one's question, but soon after the butler emerges from the kitchen with a haphazardly pieced-together English breakfast. He places it in front of Theodorus who asked for the change, waiting. Waiting to see if he's going to eat it at all.
"Here you go, master Theodorus. Do you need extra jam, or-"
"No need, looks more than enough to me. Why are you staring at me like that? Is it poisonous?"
"Gods, no, how could it be! I'm merely...surprised is all."
Vincent chuckles a little at the exchange, preparing to dig in on his portion of...pancakes, fortunately. But he pauses.
"Theo, would you hand me the syrup? I feel like eating something sweeter today!"
"Stand up and take it yourself."
Sebastian's eyes are about to pop out of his eye sockets.
"Messieurs, is everything alright with-"
The door opens with a bang that belongs to no gentlemen living in this household.
And certainly not to Le Comte de Saint-Germain.
"'morning."
"M-monsieur le Comte, what are you wearing?"
Comte's casual walk to his place at the head of the table with hands in his pockets is rivaled only by the even more casual look he sports today, with a halfway-open shirt and a pair of checkered trousers that don't really match. To finish off the look, his hair is a mess. He lands with a thud on his chair, raising his feet to rest crossed on the table.
"What am I wearing? Since when did you start asking so many questions?"
"I'm terribly sorry."
Comte sighs and snaps his fingers repeatedly in the air. "Coffee. Now."
"I already brew a pot of your preferred morning tea-"
"Don't make me repeat myself, butler."
"I got it."
On his way to the kitchen, Sebastian overhears Comte slamming his fist on the table telling everyone that from now on, they'll be paying rent.
Sebastian must be sleeping. This has to be some kind of nightmare. There's no other logical explanation.
When he returns to the dining room the door opens to welcome another couple of residents - Jean and Mozart.
"Good morning Herr Mozart. Good morning to you too, Monsieur Jean, what a surprise!"
Mozart and Jean both turn to Sebastian...and they give him their brightest smiles. Imaginary flowers bloom in the air around them. They greet in a cheerful voice together as one, and it's the most beautiful melody. "Good morning, Sebastian!"
"We decided to grab a bite before our trip to town today."
"Your... your what?"
"That's right, I'll be taking Jean in town with me. The carriage is already waiting at the gate."
Mozart going to...town?? With a carriage?? With Jean??
"Aha! The trace of this bloody delicious smell seems to have led me to this dining room!"
Now what? Sebastian turns in the direction of Arthur's voice albeit it sounds a little different than usual, as if he's playing a role... and there he is, having just entered the dining room... with a looking glass in his hand and a pipe in his mouth.
"Good morning, Master Arthur. Your observation skills are on point as always. What's with the curious accessories?"
Sebastian doesn't know why he asks anymore.
"Why, I'll be going on a Sherlock Homles book fair later today! You know it's all the hype these days, I figured it's the best place to learn something about my beloved character that I don't know. You know my methods, Watson. Haha!"
Thank god, Sebastian is not the only one about to faint right now. Given how normal everything else was taken by his housemates. Theo says the one thing Sebastian couldn't bring himself to say.
"This idiot has reached rock bottom in his search for skirts he hasn't yet fooled around with."
Arthur looks...grossed out. As if he's been made fun of by Dazai, or something similar. Actually, there haven't been a great deal of chances to see Arthur sporting this expression. It's definitely strange.
"Theo, could you not be so foul-mounted, please? You know I hold no interest in the fair sex."
"A-Are you feeling well, Master Arthur? Maybe when you drink your coffee-"
"Ah no please, tea it is for me!"
"Are you feeling well, Master Arthur?????"
"Sebastian seems really uptight today. Are YOU feeling well, Sebastian? Why don't you sit with us for a while?" Jean smiles at him again. It's a smile Sebastian wants to protect. It should be automatically making him feel better but it only serves to increase his confusion. He even sat next to Comte. Comte doesn't deserve this! At least not with his current behavior. Oh how strange of a thought that is.
"I appreciate your concern, but, I just need to know what is happening with all of you today. I can't be calm until I ensure that you, my masters, are alright, and I demand you tell me what is happening this instant!"
A near dozen pairs of eyes blink at Sebastian as if he's indeed the crazy one. He sits down on the offered chair, then quickly stands up again. "No, please tell me what is-"
The door opens yet again and this time it's Leonardo and Isaac who enter. Sebastian paces left and right, trying to spot empty plates to take to the kitchen before he can witness anything weird again-
"Isaac, mio amico, can you please not smoke in here? You know I can't stand the smell..."
"AAAAAAAGH!" Sebastian yells, breaking his professional image and running straight towards the door. He can't do this. It doesn't matter if he escapes now. It's just a nightmare. Just a nightmare-
He nearly crashes into the person entering at the same time.
"Hello Sebas-kun~"
Through the DOOR?
Sebastian breaks. Like a stone statue slammed by the pressure of a cataclysm despite the decades of stoicism, even if he thought he'd seen everything...
He falls to his knees in defeat.
...
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"APRIL FOOLS'!"
Before he has a chance to remove his hands from his eyes where he tried to block the world, a wave of residents quite literally falls over him, each embracing him and laughing.
Okay, NOW he's confused.
"April fools? But- But my calendar said it's-"
"Someone had a little too much to drink last night and had to be carried to his room... let's say we meddled a little with it. Sorry, Sebas." Napoleon pats his shoulder. "Okay, can I go to sleep now?"
Sebastian laughs, and despite what he predicted for himself just a minute ago, it's not out of descending to madness. It's a genuine laughter, one he hasn't had in a while.
"I would never guess you could be capable of doing such a thing! Every one of you! My god, you got me quite well."
"Heh, guess you don't know us well enough then, eh? Remember this well, some of those guys are going to remember it for the rest of their second lives." Leonardo says, finally lighting that cigarillo. Good thing they didn't have to put on the act for longer than that.
"Indeed. I hope we weren't too harsh on you, Sebastian. My residents are always such naughty boys." Comte consoles, suspiciously looking as if it was his idea all along.
Sebastian chuckles some more, then he stands to his feet, dusting off his uniform and letting out a small cough behind his fist.
"My masters, that was indeed too naughty of you! I appreciate seeing you have fun, and I have to admit, you got me well. But that doesn't mean I won't find it fitting to flick some foreheads."
"Sebaaas, can we please have our usual breakfast now?"
"Why yes, coming right away!"
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yanderepuck · 5 months
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@faust-bite and I were talking about this for a few hours.
But the mansion + the castle is doing secret Santa. Everyone pulls a name. BUT. rather than a gift they have to do a PowerPoint presentation on the person, just going off of what you can find in history books. You cannot talk to the person for information.
Minor rules:
The writers can't do each other
The Frenchies can't do each other
The castle trio have to do someone in the mansion
The brothers can't do each other
Sebastian will obviously not be part of this, but he is enjoying every single moment.
Theo got stuck doing Will. Which he was really upset about, but now he's invested.
Vincent is doing Charles...the lil angel baby is up there talking about ALLLL the shit Charles has done. Faust is covering Charles ears every now and then so he doesn't have to hear.
Leonardo: I hated researching you
Mozart: ...what the hell did you find
Leonardo: WHY would you write to your sister about SCAT
Mozart: ....
Leonardo: AND YOU MEOWED AT PEOPLE. Goddamn catboy
You also have to take a shot every time there is immense trauma.
Theo and Mozart bonding over how much they loved their wives
Arthur and Dazai bonding over being awful to their wives
Theo: you may be into scat.. but at least you were nice to your wife
Mozart: forget everything you've ever known about me.
Vlad is doing Dazai, aka Sebastian is saying half the word because this man can't say a damn thing in Japanese.
Vlad: here's a list of Dazai's drug abuse
Dazai: is it in alphabetical or chronological?
Also take a shot every time Leonardo attempts to say Mozarts full name. Johannes Chrysostomus Wolfgangus Theophilus Mozart
Dazai got Jean and he starts out with "So Jean is a woman."
Mozart is doing Napoleon and the title screen just says "Panty Sniffer". The weirder your title the more points you get
Mozart: so he wrote a self insert love novel
Will: yeah...ARTHUR MADE US READ IT
Dazai: it was the worst thing I read
Oh. The writers pregamed for this. They've been drinking all day just for this.
Theo starts his presentation on Shakespeare and Will sits up like "Shit. I wish I was sober for this one"
Theo: there's not much on his childhood...but he did get married as a minor
Arthur: you WHAT
Theo: he got a woman pregnant and then rushed to get married...she was 8 years older than him or something
Will: what can I say. I'm hot.
Jean got Isaac. That poor boy. He's not able to say anything of these science words.
Faust: ..and in conclusion Vincent killed himself
Theo: THAT'S WHAT THE PUBLIC THINKS??
Napoleon got Vlad and the funny thing is...he isn't in history..so he's searching for Vlad the Impaler
Napoleon: He once ate a meal and watched a kid and the parents slowly slide down wooden stakes and made the rest of the town watch it
Vlad: oh come on! Comte you know I didn't do that
Comte: *still mad at him about something from earlier* I don't know that actually
Leonardo: I said he did it
Comte is now getting everyone therapy for Christmas. That's what everyone truly needs
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klutzyroses · 5 months
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IkeVamp HCs: Virgin S/O
How do they react when they find out their s/o is a virgin during their first time and was embarrassed to say anything?
Suitors: Napoleon, Arthur, Comte, Charles
Warnings: NSFW, loss of virginity, Minors DNI
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He froze when Y/N let it slip that she had never been with a man before. And she decided to tell him this now?
Napoleon
He hovered over her for a second, his eyes watching her nervous orbs twinkling with trepidation and...appeared a little glassy.
He had noticed she seemed hesitant to take off her clothes and he had assumed it was because she was nervous that it was her first time with him as his lover.
Not her first time at all.
He reached down and held her face in his hands, looking into her eyes with a stern look. He wasn't mad, or disappointed, he was just... concerned.
"Nunuche...why didn't you say anything?"
"I...I just...It's embarrassing and I don't know what to do and...I.."
His heart panged a little when he saw the mist in her eyes thicken with shame.
He found it worrisome that she would lie about this, luckily, they had only just gotten through foreplay when she made her accidental confession.
He would've felt terrible if he had only found out after it was all said and done.
"You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Y/N. Nothing at all."
He pressed his forehead to hers, sighing.
"Geez, don't lie to me about this kind of thing. I could've hurt you, nunuche."
He won't say it, but he feels a bit proud, to be her first and her last, which is why he will be sure to be gentle with her and make it special, so that he can show her just how much she means to him.
Arthur
Um...do we remember what Arthur said in his first chapter? Because Y/N most certainly did.
Which was why when Arthur had her under him, his dexterous fingers sliding under her panties to feel her wetness as he slipped the first in slowly, he paused when he felt something...unusual.
Y/N watched the slight confusion swimming through the sapphire eyes before they widened with the realization that he had just made contact with her fully in tact hymen.
"Y/N...?"
"I...Arthur...um..."
She stuttered and bit her lip, trying to come up with an excuse. She flinched when he levelled her with a slightly hurt look that caused her to tear up.
"You could've told me, you know?"
"B...But you said...you preferred..."
Now it was Arthur's turn to flinch. Yes, he remembered what he had said the first night they met. There were so many things he did wrong that night and it seems one of the things he said stuck with his beloved long after the fact.
"I thought if you knew, you wouldn't want to...I mean."
"Oh Y/N...Darling, no..."
The amount of kisses and cuddling she received contained every ounce of regret for putting those ideas in her pretty head.
"I'm sorry luv. Let me make it up to you. "
He slides his fingers through hers as he wipes away a stray tear.
"It'll hurt at first, but I promise, this will be an experience you won't forget in a long, long time."
And he most definitely made sure of that. Once the pain dissipated, Y/N is almost drowned in more ecstasy than she knew what to do with.
Comte
The master of the mansion had his suspicions but they weren't confirmed until he had asked her directly just as he started unlacing her dress for her.
He knows it's not... uncommon for people to lie about these things, and while it was easier for men to get away with it but women...
Indeed, it'd be quite difficult to lie successfully about her virginity.
Which is why he asked in the first place, running a finger down the line of her back, tickling her smooth skin.
When met with her uneasy silence, he sighed and gently turned her to face him.
"Had I not asked, would you have told me yourself, ma cherie?"
The slow shake of her head caused a flicker of sadness to mar his visage as he caressed her cheek.
"Ma cherie, that isn't very responsible. You should tell me these things."
"I always wanted...to give it up to someone special...like you and now I feel...It's pathetic!"
Having travelled to her time before, he was somewhat aware that there was something of a stigma around women maintaining their virginity past a certain age, so he understood where she was coming from...but still...
"It's nothing to be ashamed of, ma beaute. I'm actually honored that you deem me worthy of being your first. But please be more honest about it. I loathe to think what would have happened had I hurt you out of ignorance."
He tucked her hair behind her ear, cupping her soft red cheek with a tender smile.
He would take care of her and make it the best she would ever experience. After all, he had every intention of not just being the first, but also the last.
Charles
Unfortunately, by the time Charles realized that his belle was as untouched as freshly laid snow, he was already inside her....oops.
He just taken notice of the pain all over Y/N's beautiful face and froze in his place before becoming aware of the ominous slickness down there. One glance at the bit of bleeding sent a chill down his spine as it hit him.
"Y...Y/N, you're a...I'm sorry, I didn't realize!"
He is so apologetic, peppering kisses all over her teary face as she shakily lets out a few whimpers, each one sending a cut into his heart.
"You...didn't realize...because I didn't tell you. It's not...your fault."
Her squeaky, pained reassurance did little to assuage his worries.
Charles remained as still as could be, not wanting to tear or break anything else. His large, cat-like eyes were wide, mournful and his lover feared he would also start crying.
"B...But why didn't you, now you're bleeding! I'm so sooo sorry!"
"I...I just felt...I thought it was embarrassing. I never did this before, because I wanted...to give it to someone who loved me and I know that you're more experienced than me and I..."
She couldn't continue before she had to bite down on her lip to restrain another onslaught of pained noises. She got her point across though, because Charles understood.
"Please don't be embarrassed! It's really sweet and I'm really happy you're letting me be the one to...Just...please don't lie to me anymore..."
Now, he actually did look like he was going to cry, nuzzling her like a love starved kitten, his tongue darting out to flick away a tear on her cheek.
Y/N swallowed thickly as she responded with a jerky nod.
Charles was always going to smother her with love, but now, she might as well have been gold. He will bend over backwards to make sure her first time with him would be earth shattering to make up for the pain.
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weird-profiterole · 1 year
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Since I'm currently at Rouen, I feel like it's the right opportunity to share you those,
When le Comte saved Jean from the stake, the 30th May 1431 at Rouen,
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natimiles · 2 months
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Ikemen Vampire: Height Comparison | Mansion
Because I couldn't find these png sprites for the castle trio :') Click for better visualization
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Isaac: 173cm — 5' 8.11" Will: 174cm — 5' 8.5" Mozart: 175cm — 5' 8.9" Vincent: 175cm — 5' 8.9" Dazai: 175cm — 5' 8.9" Arthur: 176cm — 5' 9.29" Theo: 176cm — 5' 9.29" Sebastian: 177cm — 5' 9.59" Napoleon: 178cm — 5' 10.08" Jean: 178cm — 5' 10.08" Comte: 179cm — 5' 10.47" Leonardo: 181cm — 5' 11.26"
more comparisons under the cut
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The shortest and the tallest. Isaacona because of reasons. Vincent x Jean because of reasons #2.
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Together as one epilogue photos
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evil-quartett · 7 months
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I'm back bitches
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