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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 4 years

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¤~°Scary Monsters! Screaming Halloween Show: Spooky Sweet°~¤

(Y/N) and Yuu felt the warmth of the sun on their backs as the two walk to Ramshackle. The two quiet as Grim chatters about on Yuu's shoulder. "Yuu, um.. Where exactly were you from before Twisted Wonderland?" The female dorm leader asked her vice dorm leader.

(Even though she thought Yuu would be suited much better as dorm leader.)

Yuu shrugs his shoulders lightly so Grim won't fall. His left hand and right hand carrying two bags, while (Y/N) carried the other bags with ease. "To be honest, I'm not really sure.. I don't really have time to think about it."

Yuu said plainly to (Y/N)'s question.The (h/c)-nette hummed in response. Not minding the young males simplistic wording. Instead she just smiled at him, "I'm from (Y/H), well... From what I remember."

She answered simply, like Yuu. "Huh. Really? I think I remember a place like that on the map, I don't think I've ever been there." (Y/N) (e/c) eyes widen, "maybe I could show you around if you ever visit! I think you would like it."

Yuu nods, smiling back at his crush. "Sure, I wouldn't mind." (Y/N) ruffled Yuu's head, his locks turning slightly messy. The male huffs at her antics as Grim laughs. "Sorry, couldn't help myself, you look cute when you pout. Kinda like Riddle!"

The female joked, Yuu only shakes his head as the two were finally on NRC grounds. Grim hops off Yuu shoulder and fly to Ramshackle without the two. Chanting that he wants to eat tuna. "Grim..!"

Yuu calls out to the furball, who didn't hear Yuu. "Fnga!! A monster!" Grim cries as a paper dragon was covering the Ramshackle grounds. Not seeing the students scattered around the area. Working diligently on decorating the whole place.

(Y/N)'s mouth turns into a excited grin, while Yuu looks at it confusingly. Not knowing of the spooky event they would soon participate in!

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(Y/N) hears a knock on the Ramschakle dorm, curiously. She gets up from her spot on the couch and goes to open the door. Unlocking the front door, the female looks around the area. Not a single ghost, person, beastman, fae, in sight. Only a lonely brown package at the bottom of the floor.

(Y/N) picks up the box carefully and takes it inside. When walking to the lounge room, the three ghosts that lived in Rambschakle float down stairs to see what's up. (Y/N) sits back on the couch, with the average sized box sitting on her lap. "Did you three order something?" (Y/N) asked undead friends, the three shook their heads.

"I wonder what's in it?" One of three spoke up."Maybe it's something from the headmaster?" (Y/N) nods, "it could be.." She mutters quietly to herself.

(Y/N) opens the package with hesitation in each of her movements. A piece of (color) neatly folded fabric was in the box. "Huh?" Taking the fabric out, it reveals to be a lot more fabrics!?? (Y/N) and three ghosts look over the first piece of cloth and fabrics that had been in the box.

While the other colorful fabrics still sat at the bottom of the package. "Why is this here..?" (Y/N) asked, holding the (color) cloth up in front of three ghosts. "It must be left overs from the Diasomnia dorm!" The chubby ghost shouted in glee.

"Oh, right! It was probably for their costumes for the Halloween event!" The young female said, but was still puzzled. "Where did this even come from..?" "It came from the box," the smaller ghost said. "Right.. what I meant was, who sent it here?"

Pouring out the fabrics from the box to see if there was a note, or a price tag, nothing was there. "Strange.." The slinky ghost said as he rubbed his chin. (Y/N) could agree with that, but she was more drawn to the cloths scattered around on the couch. A idea pops in her head as she folds up the cloths and lays the dress on the couch.

"I think I got a idea on what to use this for. You three, please protect the stuff on the couch and watch over Yuu and Grim. I need to get some stuff from Mr. Sams shop!" (Y/N) ran out of Ramshackle and tried not to knock into the paper dragon that Senior Vanrouge and his other dorm members worked on.

Not seeing Yuu's confused stare from one of the Ramshackle window's. Once she had returned, she had a pumpkin in one hand. A bag in the other. "It's time to REALLY get into the spirit of Halloween!" (Y/N) placed the pumpkin on the counter and heads up stairs to Yuu/Grims room.

Not before taking the "mystery" box with her.

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It was finally Halloween week! The decorations and costumes were ready. The Halloween committee had decided to drop by Ramshackle to make sure everything was in order. "Wow, everything looks great!" Kalim said with enthusiasm as his ruby eyes shined.

Mallues turns a bit smug after Kalim priase. "Thank you, the Di dorm worked very hard on this." Lilia chuckles at the dorm leader and his haughty tone. Cater takes a few pics, while Deuce looks around. "Where's (Y/N), Yuu and Grim? Shouldn't they have met up with us now?"

"Maybe something came up?" Epel said, looking around the area as well. Vil sighs, "being fashionably late is not something you should do." Jack ears perk up as footsteps came towards the group. "I hear something, I think their on there way here."

Jack was most definitely right about that! Grim came to the group first before the dorm leaders. "Nyaha! Stare at the AMAZING Grim and his awesome costume!" The little feline shouted in pride and glee. His little hat tipping a bit.

"Grim! You're a ghost for Halloween?" Deuce questioned Grim, the furball gives a toothy grin. "Of course!" "What about the others.." Idia asks quietly.

A tired sigh escaped a familiar vice-prefect. Yuu showed a few steps behind Grim. "Hey guys, sorry for being late." Yuu apologized, yet the student didn't look exactly like himself at all! Yuu was dressed up today.

Yuu wore loose white shirt and a slightly grayish vest that had a tail coat attached behind him.The vest had small spider web designs that were a light shade blue, even some at the tail coats end. A pair of simple white pants and shoes. Yuu hair was rather messy, but looked very fluffy.

The final touch was a blue bow-tie that wrapped around his neck.

"You two look great!" Cater said as he started to take a few photos. "Not bad, Yuu!" Deuce says as he pats his friends back rather harshly. Yuu does his best not to double take and nods at his fellow first year.

"Thanks. You should tell (Y/N) and the ghosts that. They worked hard on them."

Almost like a genie being called. The female appeared before the group. "I'm glad you guys liked it." The (h/c) haired female said. "I had no clue what to do durring costume making, I'm greatful the ghosts had helped out."

The dorm leader says bashfully, rubbing the back of neck. "So.. What do you think!" She said with smirk, a creepy gleam in her eyes. The Halloween committee stares at her with awe.

(Y/N) wore a (f/c) dress that had bits of rips and tears. A few peices of uneven fabric hanged off her dress, almost like someone had clawed at it. Splashes of fake blood covered some areas of the dress. A simple white sash was also on her dress, covered in hints of fake blood as well. The sash said "Queen" on it in pretty hand writing.

A plastic tiara was placed crookedly on her head head. Her hair (styled/same). She held a knife in her hands that was drenched in fake blood. "Pretty cool right?" (Y/N) asked the the group.

A confident smile on her face as she waited for someone to respond. Surprisingly, Idia was the first to talk. "You look so.. MOE!" Idia fanboys internally at her costume.

Azul doesn't comment on his friends wording, he just stares at (Y/N) choice of outfit. "What was your thought process for these costumes, (Y/N)?" Jade asked for Azul. Even if the Leech brother was also in slight shock. Which was uncommon to him most days.

(Y/N) swings the knife around, like she was playing hot patato with it. But stops after Jade asked his question. "Er.. well you see. In Yuu's and my world, there was a story or song.. I can't really remember which?"

"But, it was a song about girl who wanted to become the "queen" of her dance that her school was having. Though someone stole her dream and she went on a murderous rampage during the party. Her name was Sarra, I think.. It's a bit fuzzy trying to remember. Anyway, I was inspired by it and then made these costumes with the ghosts help!"

(Y/N) explained, yet Vil looks at her with confusion. "Where did even get those clothes?" Vil gestured to her dress and Yuu's outfit. "I found them outside of Ramshackle. I think it was leftovers of from the Diasomnia dorm?"

"The rest I bought at Sam's shop using some of my paycheck." Yuu overheard her and looks at (Y/N) with worry. "Oh, I see." The handsome vampire said, walking over to her. Vil gently grips her chin, looking over her face.

"Hmm." He hummed, caressing one of her cheeks. "You need to put on some make-up." Vil says as he let's go of her. Pulling out a tiny tube of lipstick, he carefully applied it to her lips.

"I'll put on the rest once we are inside." Not caring for the hateful or unhappy stares of the Halloween committee. Vil goes back to Epel side. The first year looks anywhere but his dorm leader. His fists clenching tightly.

Kalim joyfully jumps over to (Y/N), "you look so pretty! And scary too!" Caring very little on how close they were. The fake werewolf holds her arm as he bombarded (Y/N) with sweet compliments. Cater steps in front of the two.

"(Y/N)-Chan~ Mind if I take a pic of you? Your super scary cute right now!" The female nods as Cater starts snapping a few photos. Hashtaging the pics under, super cute, NRC Halloween event! Cater then takes a selfie as well after, "thanks (Y/N)-Chan!"

"I think it's time to get going." Jack tells the group. Everyone agreed and started to walk to the main campus. Yuu and (Y/N) stayed in the back of group. "You didn't tell me you used your paycheck."

Yuu said as he stared at the female straight in the eye. The (h/c)-nette hurriedly says that she still has enough money for other necessities the three might need in the future. But Yuu only shakes their head, "I could of pitched in." "No way Yuu, you already used most of your Madols on groceries. You need to relax once in awhile and let me treat you!"

Yuu still was not convinced, (Y/N) sighs at him. "We can talk about this later. Right now, I want you to enjoy yourself tonight!" (Y/N) said with a determined, but a pleadding look in her (e/c) eyes. Yuu goes silent, though finally caved in. "Alright.."

"Good, cause I didn't want to abuse my power of dorm leader to make you." (Y/N) jokes, in her head she was cheering for her victory! Yuu gave her a small smile. (Y/N) grasps his hand as the two try not to lose the group.

The End!

(Alright. So I decided to add Yuu in this one because I think Yuu needs more love and free time. They keep dealing with so much stuff, so they need a break! I choose Sara Berry for (Y/N) outfit as a spooky easter egg. Grim and Yuu are her victims, so I gave them ghost costumes! Anyway, Happy Spooky Month! 👻 🎃🃏🍭🍬🍫🎇🎆)

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland halloween #lilia vanrouge #vil shoenheit #jade leech #deuce spade #mc/yuu #azul ashengrotto #malleus draconia #epel felmier #jack howl #cater diamond #kalim al asim #idia shroud #sara berry #(y/n)

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vampire03 · 3 years

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Diabolik Christmas

Everyone x reader Christmas special

"Hnnn...mmm..." Y/N woke up feeling something heavy on top of her. She opened her eyes and tried to move. She saw blond locks in front of her. Shu.

"G'morning, troublesome creature." He mumbled sleepily.

"Good morning, Shu." Y/N smiles.

Shu rolled to her side and without opening his eyes says "There is a gift here in your room. Find it yourself, it's too bothersome to show you where it is...". Then he fell asleep again.

Y/N sighed and chuckled at his usual behavior. She looked around her room and under her bed she found a tiny yellow giftbox with a neat blue ribbon on top. Y/N opened it and inside there was a silver collar with musical notes engraved on it in beautiful shapes.

(Something like this, I couldn't find a better image, Im sowwyyy TwT)

"Thank you, Shu!" Y/N said as she coverd him with an electric blanket. That was his Christmas present from her. He smiled and snuggled even more in it without opening his eyes.

Then she exited the room and started walking to the kitchen. There surely will be some leftovers on the table, right?

On the way two arms snaked around her body from behind and a familiar flirty voice was heard.

"Bitch-chaaaaaan~ Merry Christmas!"

"Laito!" Y/N chuckled and leaned into his embrace.

"Look what I got you!" He happily squealed as he spayed something on her neck.

"Kyaaaah!" She welped in surprise. Then se smelled... perfume? A really nice perfume with vanilla and something else, that made the aroma sweet and sexy at the same time.

"Nfu. Use it wisely!" He chuckled and pecked her cheek, dissapearing as fast as he appeared. She will give him the fancy watch she got him later, it seemed.

Y/N blushed and smiled, putting the perfume in her pocked as she finally reached the kitchen. There a pile of deleicious food awaited her, a certain black-haired vampire with glasses was turning the leftovers from Christmas Eve into masterpieces.

"Good morning, Reiji, and Merry Christmas!" Y/N happily greated.

"Aaah, good morning, Y/N! And Merry Christmas. He smiled as he gestured towards to table, inviting her to sit.

She sat down and in front of her were served delicious dishes - steak with vegetables, fruits with whipped cream, baked apples and candies. Her eyes filled with joy.

"Ah! I almost forgot!" Y/N handed Reiji a blue giftbox with silver-red ribbon. His facial expression became somewhat happy and excited in a really childish way. Inside the box was a... blue baggy sweather?

"You are always dressed up in a formal manner... Why don't you wear more comfy clothes once in a while?" Y/N happily said as she looked at him. He had already put on the sweater and looked so cute. They both smiled.

"But where are my manners?" He asked himself as he gave her a tiny black box. She opened it and inside was a silver ring with a big sapphire on top.

"It's so beautiful!" She said as she put it on.

"I'm glad." Reiji smiled and handed her a cup of tea. Y/N thanked him and took a sip. When she looked around again, Reiji was nowhere to be seen.

"Hm? They dissapear and appear so fast!"

She looked around the kitchen for more leftovers to eat and saw a bunny plushie and a note attached to it. "This is Lilly. Me and Teddy decided she will enjoy being your friend." Was written by a certain purple haired vampire. Awww. She has prepared new clothes for Teddy and a fancy, somehow lolita coat for Kanato. She will have to give them to him later.

She then turned towards the exit to walk away and saw a note on the table.

"Oi, Chichinashi. Me and this Kino guy decided to have fun with you. We won't give you you presents so easily - you gotta find them!"

Yup. That's in Ayato's style. And the handwritting was so messy. There was no mistake. Y/N took the note and searched around for something left from Ayato and/or Kino. Almost half an hour later, she decided to search in the pool area. And she found another note on a bench.

"Did you think that we will give you the present so easily, Princess?" You will have to earn it! And swim all the way to the bottom of the pool to get it, hahaha!"

That handwritting was also messy, but still neater than Ayato's. Kino. Of course when these two pranksters somehow find a way to work together, it will be something like this. Good thing that she knew how to swim. She dived in and found a tiny black box on the bottom of the pool. She took it and got out of the water.

She opened it with excitement, only to find another note.

"Hahahaha, you fell for it!" Was written in Ayato's handwritting. "That was just a warm-up, the real present is on the bottom of the lake!" Was written in Kino's handwriting. These two jerks! Urgh!!!

Anyway, Y/N stretched up nicely and prepared herself. She went to the lake and dived into the cold water.

After a few unsuccessful tries she finaly found two red boxes with black ribbons and took them.

Once on land she opened the forst box.

"Ha! I knew you will open Ore-sama's present first! Now you can enjoy my scent whenever you go!" Was written on a card.

In the box there was one of Ayato's old shirts he used for basketball tranings. It was neatly washed, and folded. Heh, guess someone had aked Reiji for help. Was that present a sign of his ownership over her? Knowing Ayato, probably it was. And there were these nice sporty shoes too. They were really comfy and nice! She will play basketball with him after that. She smiled.

Then she opened Kino's present - inside there was a brand new iPhone.

"Now you can download that multiplayer game I told you about and we can play it together, right, princess?" Was written on a tiny card. That looked expensive. But more importantly, it was so sweet too! She will now spend more time with him as well.

Y/N decided she will give them their presents later at dinner - for Ayato a pair of jeans with one of its legs originaly shorter. Just in Ayato's style. And for Kino - a waterproof mini camera. He would love making unique photoshoots with it! She smiled yet again and went to take a shower, so she won't catch a cold after that.

After the shower she went to her room. She found a silver beautiful bracelet with the infinity sign and a tiny note, written in a messy manner.

"Merry Christmas! I wish you health and luck and whatever you mortals wish each other." Aaah, Subaru. Always Tsundere. She had already left his gift in his room. It was only a matter of time for him to find it. A very fluffy white pillow for him to hug in his sleep. She knew he secretly needed to hug something in his sleep.

She looked around her room again. And her gaze landed on her desk. There she found a weird heart? It was made of wires?

"Dear Eve. This is a part of the gift from the Mukami brothers to you. The other parts are in the music room, the garden and the torture chamber. Please seek Yuma for help if you have troubles assembling it. We want you to enjoy finding your gift and constructing it." Was written on a note with neat letters by Ruki, apparently.

Y/N searched all the places she was told and thankfully the Mukamis didn't prank her like Ayato and Kino did. She found 3 other hearts like this, a frame and some more wires.

Somehow she assembled it all on her own and got this:

(Imaginge that instead of "Be mine" is written "Be ours")

It was a night lamp! A very creative one! Now her nights won't be completely dark. She put it on the nightstand and enjoyed its light some more before turning it off again and going to each of the Mukami's rooms to leave them her presents - a professional kitchen knife set for Ruki, fancy jewelry for Kou, this giant encyclopedia about gardening Yuma wanted so much and an ukulele for Azusa.

And as she walked away from Azusa's room, she was suddenly hopped on the back of a certain wolf. "Nii-san is waiting for us!" Shin huffed as he ran really fast through the hallway.

He reached Carla's room where the white-haired man was waiting for them. He handed her a big fancy box.

Inside there was on of those two-pieces paintings.

"This is from our mansion's art collection. Feel honoured and Merry Christmas" Carla explained.

She thanked them multiple times. There was an wide ugly empty space on the wall in her room. Now it will finally be pretty!

"Carla, Shin... Did you find your Christmas presents?"

"Yes!" They cheerfuly said in unison and took out large doggy sweathers, put them on and changed into their wolf forms. They looked so fancy snd royal like that!

They woofed happily and Y/N went to the kitchen, smiling, remembering she has to help Reiji with dinner now. When she passes through the living room, a sleepy Shu pulled her into his embrace. She giggled and hugged back, as she felt Reiji take her hand and kissing it. Then the triplets came - rubbing their noses with hers, kissing her face. Kino appeared from behind and started playing with her hair. The Mukami brothers also joined in the kissing and hugging, as two way too familiar wolves came and snuggled with her. Subaru came out of nowhere as well.

Before she knew it, she was squished between 13 demons, who showered her with kisses and love, feeling like one big, big family.

Merry Christmas and Happy New year!

Sorry that there are no pictures for some of the presents. Tumblr has limit of 10 photos per post...

#diabolik lovers #dl #tsukinami #kino sakamaki #mukami #scenario #sakamaki #x-mas #special #christmas #christmas special

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snow--blanket · 4 years

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tread lightly

word count: 1570

characters: vincent van gogh, theodorus van gogh

fandom: ikemen vampire for @ikevampzine! ***

Theo sighed. He had lost track of which idiot was which. “And this is your only wish?”

The man was on his knees, hands clasped together like in prayer. As if Theodorus was a father listening at the confession box and not the devil trapped inside this blasted glass cage. “It is! It is, so—!”

He rolled his eyes, then snapped his fingers. Dust gathered in a cyclone, and what was whipped from ash and lint revealed a beautiful young woman, red-dressed and hair the faded colour of corn husks. When she opened her eyes, she saw the man, weeping at her foot. Theo held back his laughter. There was a look of disgust there.

Then the two of them went off on their merry way, only leaving Theo with the memory of the girl's grunts as her dress caught on the attic ladder and the whimpering fool that followed suit. Theo sighed. August was not as quiet as he hoped.

He turned around and walked to the music box that used to belong to the man. This deal of his was getting more lackluster by the day. In the war, he'd thrived in the crashing economy, for there were more people—interesting people—who sought him and traded their most precious belonging in turn for a wish.

Now, however? A music box. A measly music box! What else could a music box do but play music? There was no interesting story behind it, too. The man simply said, “it was something my mother gave to me”, and left dilly-dally.

Theo snorted. He did not care for human sentiments. What he needed was a story, and a good one.

He pinched the spot between his eyebrows. God forbid the fact that he was starting to sound like William.

“What did you get this time?” Arthur chimed, peeking over his book. His stupid, handsome face and his stupid mouth and his stupid kind-of-adorable mole was just…. inane. Theo wanted to punch his face in just to shut the mouth that let those words out.

He tossed the music box to Arthur. “Just useless scrap.”

The detective-made-demon gasped scandalously as he caught the box. “Theo! How could you call these scraps! The last one was full of sentiment, a dear treasure, a pearl in the sea of garbage—”

The pink corset came to mind. “You're disgusting,” Theo spat.

Arthur chortled. “Anyways, what's the shtick behind this? Passed down memoir from a lover or something?” He inspected the music box in his hand, even checking the bottom for brand name or engravings. “It doesn't look custom made. And the wood…” He frowned slightly. “This feels cheap,” Arthur concluded, his voice downcast.

Theo did not meet his eyes. No matter how many times Arthur had tried to prove himself as an irredeemable asshole, he was too honest with his own heart. He was a sheep in wolf skin. Theo, however, found being a demon quite easy, and very much affordable. He could spend the rest of his days without needing to pay for rent or experiencing hunger. The Comte's deal was airtight. So airtight it was suspicious.

“Think what you want,” Theo said. He saw the mirror flicker and sighed. It was time to go to work again. He shooed Arthur away and sat in front of the mirror, waiting.

Theo straightened the lapel of his vest. Dazai asked him, once. Why do you dress like that? You're a thief.

I'm a businessman.

And the difference is?

He inhaled a breath, readying himself for another moron to come by for a wish. Theo opened his eyes and waved his hand, dispersing the fog that rendered the mirror useless. He saw a blonde man with blue eyes standing there, in a dull white shirt like used chalk and beige pants. Theo held back his sardonic tongue; fashion deteriorated, it seemed.

“Wish?”

The man blinked, woken from some trance. “My wish? Um, I guess world peace…?”

I don't even know where to begin reacting to that. “No can do. I don't have that kinda power. You're better off praying to God or whoever signs your paycheck.”

The man blushed, eyes averted. “Um, I guess I'd really like new brushes… There's these new ones with really nice bristles.”

Theo sighed. “Could you be more specific?”

“It's a paintbrush with hog bristles. It's really pricey, though, so it's okay if you don't—”

Theo snapped his fingers, and three paintbrushes were thrown from the mirror into the man's hands. His eyes widened like the saucer of a teacup. How delightful. “How much did it cost? I don't have any shillings on me, but—”

Theo waved his hand airily. “No need. Just give me something important of yours.” He felt that devilish smile creep onto his face. “Your life would do, too.”

The man was silent for a moment, and then shook his head. “I'm sorry, I can't give you that. But…” He laid the paintbrush on the floor and fiddled with his ear, and then produced an earring. Theo narrowed his eyes at the sight of blood on his fingertips.

He's insane, Theo thought. Even more than Arthur.

The man extended his hand to the mirror, awaiting. Theo exhaled a sigh, and took the earring from his palm. It would have to do for now. “And the story behind this?”

The man looked excited to explain. “I wear it everyday!”

How am I the one getting scammed when I'm the demon, here? “This isn't enough,” he glared at the man. Theo reached into the mirror, grabbing at the man's hands and smiling when he saw the look of panic flit across his features. Slowly, he dragged his nails down the length of his arm and made three thin strokes of blood. It would undoubtedly scar.

The lines of jagged skin reddened like thick paint, then faded and dispersed like crimson lotuses. “A promise,” Theo said. He rolled his sleeve to show the scars that had been burned into his skin, too. Mirror images of each other. “If you don't come tomorrow, there will be another line of blood waiting.”

The man was silent, unnerved. Theo observed him. Perhaps it was overkill, given the blonde man's airy and harmless disposition, but what's done is done.

“Okay,” the man said with an odd conviction. “I'll be here tomorrow.”

Before Theo could discern the metal in his eyes, the man left, leaving him with nothing but the slightly bloody earring.

The next day, the man arrived, and he bought cream puffs.

Theo blinked. “Listen, human—”

“Vincent.”

“Vincent,” he entertained, “This is… not what I meant by something important to you. And even if it was, I have no need for baking recipes.”

Vincent sat on the attic floor, opening the box of cream puffs and turning it his way. “But it's yummy!”

“I…” Theo pinched the space between his eyebrows. “I don't need to eat food. I haven't eaten anything in five hundred years.”

Vincent looked even more worried, then. “Then you must be even hungrier than I imagined! You can have the whole box, if you'd like. I'll just buy more next week.”

Theo sighed. Well, it won't kill me. He reached his hand through the mirror and took a cream puff. When he bit into it, sweetness coated his tongue, and Theo found himself surprisingly pleased despite himself. “...It's sweet.”

“In a good way?”

Theo nodded. He shovelled the cream puffs into his mouth, impatient to extend that sugary euphoria he felt. When the box was empty, he shot a glare at Vincent. “Don't think this subsides as payment.”

“Not at all.”

Theo thought him weird, but paid him no heed, until he brought him an éclair the next day, and then a powdered donut three days after that, and then a bagful of bread crumbs.

He willed his blue eyes into icicles and glared at Vincent. “You can't honestly think you can bribe me, right?”

Vincent smiled. Theo did not talk much to him when he came by with the pastries, so it was hard to discern what kind of man Vincent was. All he knew was that he was smarter than he looked. “I'm not bribing you.”

Theo leaned back, propping himself up with his hands. He felt the need to appear demonic less and less with him. He was sure it was a common thing with Vincent. He had a way of bringing out the angel in you, even if you were Lucifer himself. “Then is it pity? You treat me as if I'm a street cat.”

That was meant to be a provocation, an insult. Theo hated cats. Instead, Vincent smiled. “You would be a very cute cat,” he said.

“Don't even joke about that,” Theo snapped. “And drop the act already.” Sometimes Vincent's eyes were as clear as water, and sometimes there was something there. Like a knife carved from dried seed pods. Theo wondered what it was that could've culled that natural softness from him.

Vincent considered his words. There it was again. His sky blue eyes shone metallic. “I have another wish,” he said.

Finally, he's not beating around the bush. Theo kept silent, letting him continue.

Then he stood up, and Theo saw that there was metal in his eyes, like a polished barrel of a gun. He was at the wrong end of it. Theo smiled. Most interesting.

“Make me a demon.”

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp writing #ikevamp fanfic #ikevamp vincent #ikevamp theodorus #theodorus van gogh #vincent van gogh

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himbowelsh · 7 years

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Don't have a specific line but could you do something Winnix/Vampires+ focused on the Vampire law of having to be invited in before entering a house??? Sorry if it's vague.

In regards to my previous request, I just saw that you have a post that deals with Vampires/inviting someone in… sooo yeah… “I-I can’t come in unless you invite me.” + Winnix😊

spooky scary skeleprompts (NO LONGER ACCEPTING)

A knock on the door sounds, jarring Nix from the almost-slumber he’s been sinking into for the past twenty minutes. Half of it is the alcohol coursing through his bloodstream; the other half is the mundanity of whatever reality show is playing on the television. These housewives are so dull that sleep would almost be a welcome reprieve, just to get away from them.The sound of rapping at his front door puts an end to all that, jarring him awake as effectively as a gunshot near his ear. Not two seconds later, the chime of the doorbell rings out through the house.

Maybe Nix wouldn’t answer, if the nighttime visitor were a little less insistent — or he less bored. Its past midnight on Halloween night, after all (though the holiday is over, technically). He can’t imagine what sort of trick-or-treater would be out this late, and if they were, they’d definitely be more inclined to the former option. Still, as the doorbell’s chime echoes in his ears, he can’t help thinking it over. There’s no reason not to answer the door. It isn’t like he’s doing anything better with his precious nighttime hours, so nothing is stopping him. Why the hell shouldn’t he answer?At best, it’ll be a determined trick-or-treater. At worst, it’ll be a murderer — and if it is, he doubts a locked door will stop them, anyway. He’ll just slam the door in their face if he sees a knife or gun on the other side, and that will be that. If they want him that badly, they can get more creative than ringing the doorbell. (If he’s going to get murdered, he wants to be murdered by someone with flair, damn it.)He opens the door, half hoping to be faced with a clearly demented homicidal maniac. In comparison, the mild looking man on his doorstep could almost be called underwhelming.Almost, but not quite, because he possesses a presence that is all his own. Dressed all in black, a dark jean jacket on over his jeans and t-shirt, the man could almost blend into the night behind him. If his pale skin didn’t prevent that, however, the bright orange of his hair does. He holds himself with a quiet confidence, shoulders relaxed and hands tucked into his pockets. Even with an unassuming expression on his face, he commands attention. There’s no way Nix could miss him on a dark night, even if he tried.The stranger smiles at him, close-lipped and benevolent. “Evening. Sorry to bother you so late.”Nix blinks at him. Maybe he really did nod off, after all. This feels like a dream. “Well, I hope you’re not a trick-or-treater,” he manages to say, and internally cringes at the obvious statement. Instead of seeming put off, however, the stranger just shakes his head.“I’m a bit lacking in the costume department, if I am. And I left my candy bucket at home.”“That’s a relief,” replies Nix, “because I’m all out. Those kids robbed me blind.” It takes a few seconds for his flustered brain to reboot enough for him to remember the obvious question. “Sorry, uhh — can I help you with something?”“If you wouldn’t mind.” The stranger holds himself up a bit taller. “My car broke down up the street, and I’m not sure how to get home from here. I don’t have my phone on me. Would you mind letting me use yours?”“Umm — yeah, sure,” Nix replies, fumbling in his pocket for his cell phone. The stranger clears his throat.“Your house phone, if you’ve got one.”There’s nothing about his tone that sounds different from anything he’s said before — and it’s that, that which makes Nix stop. Until that moment he couldn’t put a finger on why the stranger’s story flowed so smoothly, but now it couldn’t be more obvious. Every word that comes out of his mouth is silky, confident. He is not dripping with smugness, or imposing in a way that would put someone off. He is just assured that his words will have the desired effect. When he asks Nix to use the house phone he is not for a second entertaining the notion that Nix wouldn’t allow him to.And really, why would he say no? What’s wrong with letting this agreeable stranger using his phone?He’s a stranger, the sensible little voice in the back of his mind empathizes. Nix usually goes through great lengths to suppress this obnoxious voice as much as possible; but never before has it sounded so small, so far away.“You want to come in?” he says dumbly; as much as he wants to say yes, something won’t allow him to.The man shrugs. “I can’t come in unless you invite me. If it’s okay with you.”He knows he shouldn’t. He knows this goes against all rules of logic and safety. He knows he’s doing something that disregards his own welfare, and might even be called crazy.He can’t explain why he opens the door wider, only that it seems like the right thing to do. He doesn’t regret it for a second. There’s no reason to hesitate – not really. “Come in,” he says.Mild smile in place, the stranger crosses over the threshold.“I’m Dick,” he says, and extends a hand. Nix takes it. Almost immediately, the sensation of being electrified courses through his body, and he feels very nerve stand up at once. A gasp escapes him before he can bite it back. Dick’s eyes flash a bright, searing blue.He has no clue what he’s just let into his house, but the sudden certainty descends on Nix that he’s invited trouble in without even realizing it.(For some reason, that doesn’t seem like the worst thing in the world.)

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