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xxsycamore · 2 months

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Okay last one I swear, can you do

🍰 with Theo (ikevamp)? Maybe have him come to the kitchen when he notices MC wasn’t in bed with him in the middle of the night. But have him pass by the kitchen and make eye contact with them and they end up feeding each other the sweets MC made?

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Wow I love your idea!! 🥺🥺 Thank you!!

[🍰] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚗…

THEODORUS:

Stirring awake in the middle of the night only to find your side of the bed empty is something Theo can tolerate for a maximum of ten minutes. It''s not the rational part of his brain speaking here - he's far too sleepy for that - it's this simple feeling of missing you that prevents him from falling into the embrace of sleep again.

Groaning, he throws back the covers and after a few false attempts to find his slippers in the dark, he forgoes them, telling himself that the trip downstairs would be short anyway. You're probably taking a breather on the mansion's large balcony, it's not the first time it has happened - and as he makes his way through the hallway he hopes it wasn't a nightmare that caused this.

Lost in the thought of you, Theo almost misses the faint light coming from a room none other than the kitchen. He stops by the doorway; eyes locking in the faintly contoured figure by the candlelight. You look back at him with a cookie in your mouth.

. . .

You silently hold up another cookie at him, inviting him. Theo sighs and rubs his temples. To your surprise, not only does he not go straight upstairs to bed again, he also approaches you and leans down to catch the cookie with his mouth.

The inviting aroma might have tempted him, but you surely didn't expect him to eat out of your hand like that! At least while you're keeping him well fed with your delicious baking he can't say anything about your midnight sweets urges... surely he's not any better.

"If you're feeding me by hand, are you telling me you want to be fed as well? Open up, Hondje."

Shyly complying, you let him guide the cookie to your mouth... and something tells you you're going to be for awhile here, at least until the other few cookies from the batch are gone. You wonder if that's his way of preventing you from serving those the next morning after breakfast to anyone who's not him...

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violettduchess · 1 year

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Night in the Mansion- Vamp Headcanons🌙

A/N: This is not a request. Just an idea I had in the middle of the night 🌝 Sometimes you have to write for yourself.

Fluff

The Grandfather clock at the end of the halls chimes three times, its heavy bronze pendulum gleaming in the moonlight that streams in from the tall, arched windows. Deep within the warmth of your blanket, you stir, heavy eyelids lifting with effort as you wake…

Leonardo:

….with his strong arms around you, his long body curled around yours from behind. One leg also lazily thrown over yours, but you don’t mind the weight. It feels good. You feel warm and safe and protected. He smells faintly of cigarillo smoke and paper and he's snoring. Not loudly, just a lightly voiced breathing sound that brings a small smile to your lips. Who ever would have thought you’d find that endearing? Love makes the smallest things special. You snuggle down within the cradle of his arms and close your eyes again, allowing sleep to reclaim you.

Mozart:

…and blink as you allow your eyes to adjust to the dim, silvery lighting of Mozart’s bedroom. He is not in bed. Rubbing your eyes, you slide out from under the warm covers and into the pale lavender velvet dressing gown he gave you for your birthday. Matching slippers protect your feet from the night’s chill as you light your chamberstick and make your way out of the bedroom, through the rich, shadowy halls until you reach the music room. He is there, at the piano, pencil in hand as he leans across the keys, scratching notes onto paper at a speed which boggles the mind. It is only when you say his name that the pencil stops and his violet gaze turns to you. It takes a moment before the fog of creation lifts and he recognizes you there. Now the yawn he has been stifling escapes. You walk over, sitting down onto the piano bench next to him, your hand coming to rest against the small of his back. Just a few more minutes he promises. You nod and he graces you with that soft smile that is only yours. A gentle kiss to your temple, a caress of your cheek and then he belongs to the music once again.

Theo:

…to feel a heavy arm thrown across your bare back, a leg draped over yours, casually possessive. You smile to yourself as you shift, memories of how the night began dancing provocatively through your mind. As you move, he stirs as well, rolling onto his side. His beautiful summer eyes never open, but his arms reach for you, pulling you against him, skin on skin. He mumbles something, asking in a voice rough with sleep if you’re ok. Your arms are tucked against his bare chest, your head using his arm as a pillow. If he would open his eyes, he’d see the sleepy, soft light of affection and love in your gaze. You tilt your head up and press a kiss to his chin, whispering that you’re fine and to go back to sleep. He huffs out a grunt in answer, but pulls you even closer with his one free arm.

Napoleon:

…and yawn, still half in dreamland. Napoleon’s room is blanketed in shadow and his luxurious covers are heavy and warm. You move your leg, finding a cool spot under the blanket and adjust your pillow. You reach out with your hand in the dark, sliding it across the sheets until you find his. His hand is upturned, lax with sleep. You slide your hand into his and reflexively, he responds, lacing his fingers through yours. If you don’t fall asleep in his arms, you fall asleep holding hands. Always. Connected once again to the man you love, you drift off back to sleep.

Comte:

….your head pillowed on Comte’s shoulder, your arm resting across his lean abdomen. You fit against him, smooth and precise as the stones in Ashlar masonry. You lift your arm, rubbing your eyes as you slowly come out of dreaming. He breathes in deeply and then his eyes, burnished gold in the pale light, open. He glances down at you and you feel a stab of guilt at waking him. As if reading your mind, he smooths back your hair and asks if you’re alright. His voice is the gentle breeze that stirs the sleeping leaves, soft and reassuring. You nod, lifting your upper body away from him for a moment, stealing a kiss in the middle of the night. No one has ever welcomed a thief more than Le Comte. He smiles as you settle back down against him, adjusting you until you are both comfortable. You fall back asleep to the rhythm of his hand stroking your hair.

Arthur:

…to find Arthur, eyes open, staring at the ceiling. Sleepily you push yourself up, shaking the last wisps of sleep out of your mind. In the pale moonlight, he looks almost like a statue, his pale skin white as marble, the lines of muscles and sinew echoing Michelangelo's David. You ask him why he’s awake, if everything is ok. He quickly reassures you that he is fine. And then, looking almost sheepish, goes on to explain that he woke an hour or so ago with an idea for a story. He’s been composing it in his mind ever since. Affection and admiration bloom in equal measure within the chambers of your heart. The mind of a writer when inspiration strikes is always a wonder to you. Leaning over, you place a kiss on his cheek, the other hand cupping the side of his face. Would he like to get up, make some notes? He catches your hand, turns to place a sweet kiss in your palm. And then a lingering kiss to your wrist. And then heated kisses down your forearm. And then you’re being pressed back down into the pillows, kisses suddenly raining down so quickly you can’t keep track. What about the story, you ask as the storm of kisses and caresses pours over you. That luv, can wait until morning.

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ana-thedaydreamer · 1 year

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A wip of the art dealer 🫶🫶🫶

I’m in love with his ocean eyess 🥰🥺🥺🥺🥺

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otomeloversunite · 1 year

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A Tale of Two Brothers

Story from 'Sunset Memories'

Cybird fed my Van Gogh brother loving heart with this story, the voices were adorable and the artwork is gorgeous! I needed to share a few screenshots due to cuteness overload

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arthurs-puppygirl · 19 days

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Ayyyye, they should be homies

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chevlvrs · 7 days

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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

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

The shortest and the tallest. Isaacona because of reasons. Vincent x Jean because of reasons #2.

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klutzyroses · 10 days

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IkeVamp HCs: SO wearing Another Suitor's clothes

How do they react when their s/o borrows clothes from another suitor?

Suitors: Theo, Isaac, Shakespeare, Drake

Theo

Oh no no no no no no no no. Cut. Stop.

He knows Y/N is not wearing that playboy's jacket.

When the dealer comes across his hondje one evening tucked safely in Arthur's jacket, one could see the author's lifespan dwindling with every passing minute that she wore it.

"What...the hell is this?"

Said author even saw fit to tease him about it, resulting in being chased around the mansion by his best friend/ future killer, until Vincent had to rescue Arthur from certain death and Y/N returned his jacket to him for his safety.

The reason she was wearing it in the first place? Arthur had left it when he was going out and Y/N kept it for him until she saw him again and, because she was busy all day, she had no desire to carry it around that whole time. So she put it on until she found the owner, only for Arthur to insist she kept it on for the rest of the day, because, in his words, she looks simply adorable.

No, that didn't make him feel better. His hondje should not be wearing any another man's clothing, let alone Arthur's.

End of story, no discussion, not up for debate.

And he lets her know that when he scolds her later, unplacated by her defensive answer of it not being a big deal.

This of course, results in him pinching her soft cheek as she squealed in protest.

"The next time I catch you wearing another man's clothes, you'll get a lot more than this."

The implications of his words are not lost on the woman.

Y/N's scowl was overshadowed by the blush spreading across her face.

Isaac

When Isaac was faced with the sight of Y/N fully dressed in Napoleon's soldier uniform, he wasn't sure what to feel.

He wasn't even sure how to call attention to it, sputtering a little when he saw her at first.

"What...what on earth are you wearing?"

When he did manage to bring himself to ask her, Y/N had answered that Napoleon had offered to let her wear it after she asked out of curiosity.

He wasn't entirely certain how he felt about that. He supposed there was no harm meant by it but still...

He wouldn't bring it up after that, and would try to put it out of his mind, but as she wore it the whole day, he couldn't help sneaking slightly sullen looks in her direction. She looked engulfed in the clothing...almost like she was engulfed in Napoleon.

No, not a pleasant line of thought at all.

When the two of them are finally alone by the end of the day, he plucked his courage and turned towards her with a huffy, but very embarrassed face as he cut off her sentence.

"I...don't like it much when you wear another man's clothes. Please refrain from doing so in future."

He said it all in one breath, his cheeks red, his face set in a frown he hoped was serious, as his beloved gaped back at him, blinking rapidly in confusion.

It was after all, a very random switch of topics. She hadn't even been aware that it was even bothering him. But she had to respect how vocal he was being in that moment, especially because open communication wasn't his forte.

"I know I sound childish but...it's just the way I feel..."

He locked eyes with her upon saying this, making her heart skip a beat.

As if she really needed another reason to fall for Isaac...

Shakespeare

Oh...oh this could be a problem.

When his mismatched eyes land on Vincent's scarf coiled around his muse...?

He is none too pleased.

The only reason she was wearing it, come to find out, was because Vincent had asked her to wear it, because he wanted to paint the pattern and needed her as a mannequin of sorts.

Then he allowed her to keep it for the remainder of the day as thanks and since she was comfortable in it, here she was.

Will stared back at her with an unreadable expression as she explained, not speaking until she was finished.

Once she is, he gives a perfectly calm smile, saying that it suited her. The smile made her a little bit...chilly though...

And he brought no more attention to it...but at some point, Y/N noticed she is missing the scarf.

She completed lost her mind trying to find the item and when neither she and the oh so innocent Shakespeare couldn't find it, she went home to Vincent, dejected and preparing to tell him she lost it...

Only to find Vincent wearing it.

The scarf might not have been lost anymore, but she certainly.

Shakespeare for his part, only smiled and answered her puzzled look with-

"Perhaps the scarf found itself longing for it's owner and thus made haste back where it belongeth....which is not upon the shoulders of my love..."

He's a scary one, that man. Y/N shuddered slightly as she gave her beloved a nervous laugh.

Drake

His fawn prancing around in another man's clothes? No.

Why Y/N had Galileo's cloak draped over her bare shoulders while she waited for him at the university was completely beyond him.

When he had initially seen her, he had blinked multiple times, asking why she was wearing it, the answer being that she had been waiting for him to pick her up as they planned, but she had gotten a bit chilly because of her dress being off shoulder and Galileo had seen her and gave her his cloak while he went to teach a class.

An innocent enough answer...but he still didn't like it. The surprise faded away from Drake's face as his expression went flat, sending a chill down his lover's spine.

Suddenly he smiled cheerfully, after being silent for a beat.

"Say, little fawn, why don't you let me hold Galileo's cloak, and you can just cuddle with me instead?"

He said it with such a sweet, persuasive tone that Y/N didn't need to put much thought into shrugging off the cloak and trading it for the comfort of Drake's arms. She lay her head on his chest as she was wrapped in his warm embrace, his hand caressing the top of her head. He then pulled her head up to meet his suddenly serious aquamarine eyes.

"...It's just a cloak, but it's like he's laid claim to you. "

He smirked a little, almost rueful as he stroked her cheek.

"I won't hand over the privilege of protecting you to anyone. Even if its just from the cold."

The man is a pirate, through and through.

🌸

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namine-somebodies-nobody · 4 months

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MC: The floor is lava!

Vincent: *helps MC onto the counter*

Theo: *kicks Arthur off the sofa*

Arthur: *lays on the floor*

MC: ...Are you okay?

Arthur: No.

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nuttytani · 5 months

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Would you love me if I were a worm? Featuring ikemen vampire cast. (With gender neutral reader)

(a/n: when you have too much free time and need your hands to be occupied. Some random bullshit begins to form on your notes)

Napoleon

He finds it funny, why would you turn into a worm?

After seeing your frown tho, he says ok ok yes I will love you

Mozart

Makes a disgusted face and turns you down

First of all, you won't turn into a worm. So why should he answer?

"if people can turn into vampires, why can't I turn into a worm?"

He kicks you out of his piano room

Dude has some thoughts to organise

Leonardo

Laughs at you and says, "what will you do if I say no?"

Pretends to forget about it but after some hours, he comes back to you

"no matter how and what you are or will turn into, I'll still love you"

Arthur

"is this some sort of trick question? Well the answer is obviously yes, my love!"

Vincent

Thinks deeply about it and smiles at you

"of course, I'll still love you. I think you'd make a cute worm too."

Theodorus

Scoffs at you and calls you an idiot

Why would you turn into a worm?

And by chance, you DID turn into one, how was he going to take care of you? There's so many worms out there in the world. What if you get lost and he gets some random worm instead and you, are lost and out in the cold, ready to be squashed by big feet.

Dazai

Uno reverses you instead

Now you're trapped

Would you love him if he was a worm?

Gets sad if you don't answer quickly enough

Sebastian

"I am not doing this right now. If you're free, wash those potatoes instead. I'm already busy as it is"

Stays silent for a while and then sighs

"no matter what, I'd love you always and forever"

Comte

Chuckles a bit at the thought and immediately replies yes

He'd give you a good environment to live in. Some really nutritious soil and compost. Maybe a tiny rock for you to play with

"Comte, you just need to say yes... No need to.... Elaborate on what else you'd do"

"Alright. Well, would you love me if I were a worm?"

Shakespeare

Is fascinated that you even came up with such a question

His answer is yes

But at the same time, he's coming up with scripts that include a dramatic romance between worms. For his own pleasure

Vlad

Says yes immediately.

Thinks you'd look like a cute worm

Maybe he'd put roses next to your habitat or in it.

Charles

"of course! In fact, we can both be worms together! We'll be a happy worm couple"

He's actually taking the idea too seriously and goes ahead making worm habitats and gets a book on "how to raise a worm"

Faust

"I'm not sure. Though I suppose researching on a worm wouldn't be that bad"

Seeing you look unimpressed, he just chuckles while patting your head

"I'm only joking. Of course I'd love you"

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xxsycamore · 1 year

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𝙏𝙤 𝙂𝙚𝙩 𝙍𝙞𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚

↬ When period cramps are not enough, so you gotta have a headache too... and Theo's fingers happen to know exactly how to deal with those.

Theodorus van Gogh x reader • rating: G • tags: Menstruation; Period Cramps; headache; Massage; Fluff • wordcount: 800 • masterlist

a/n: Another fic for the series! If you happen to suffer from cramps and you want your favorite ikevamp suitor comforting you in their own unique way, I have for you: Napoleon, Comte, Mozart 💕(all fics in this series share the same opening scene)

It’s another beautiful day at the mansion, and the sun is continuing to shine brightly outside as afternoon settles in. Your list of chores is more than half-way done now, the morning was a productive one and you pat yourself on the back for pushing through at your usual pace, even if your period surprised you early this morning. Sleeves rolled up and armed with a feather duster, you march towards the lounge room to take care of another chore.

Specks of dust dance in the afternoon sun, windows wide open, as you complete your task little by little. Soon the sections left to dust decrease and you start to tire - a minor pain in your tummy appearing as well, as if to persuade you into taking a short break. You throw a look at the grandfather clock. You’ve been a busy bee; not even the distraction of dusting off some of Comte’s highly intriguing antiques couldn’t get you late on your own schedule.

You sit down at the spacious couch area, grab a throw pillow to hug, and fall on your side - shoe-covered feet juust hanging off the couch because it won’t be worth the effort of taking them off for just a minute or two of rest.

Uh-oh! The pain doesn’t go away and only gets worse instead. Suddenly moving as much as a millimeter equals signing a death warrant.

“Help” You whisper to yourself, clutching onto the throw pillow.

***

The thud of the door opening makes you snap out of it, as you peek behind the pillow to see who walked in.

"You lazing around, Hondje?"

Oh. Great.

"Hmhp."

Theo catches the throw pillow before it can come in contact with his face, thus knocking off his fedora. He takes a better look at you, seeing that you're more than just a little agitated.

"Is something the matter?"

Soon you start to regret getting rid of the fluffy barrier between you and Theo, and with nowhere to hide, you slowly rise to a sitting position.

"I had cramps. But I think they grew into a headache instead, so there's that…"

Theo hums in approval, leaving your side just to quickly grab the book he came here for, seemingly in a hurry but not so much as to leave you in that state. He joins your side in shortly.

"Can I do something for your headache?"

"For starters, take off that ugly hat…"

Theo sighs, complying anyway. "Only if you promise it eases your headache."

"Mhm!" You beam at him, albeit with a certain difficulty through the pain, watching him place the gray striped hat on the table. Then Theo goes behind the couch, for some reason.

"Rest your back and relax."

A little curious, you do as told… Theo's fingers are a little cold when they brush locks of hair behind your ears, the left one and then the right, and you struggle to stay still. Then his fingers return to your temples, and remain there, gently pressing.

Even if you forget to relax properly as per his command, it's inevitable at some point. Up till now, you haven't paid much attention to Theo's hands, much less his fingers - and even though you can't grasp them with your vision now, there's a lot to note by touch alone. The way they massage into the skin of your temples, you're able to feel how calloused they are, a result of days after days of hard work at the gallery… images blur and move as if on a film reel behind your closed eyelids: Theo moving large canvases around, Theo shaking hands with clients, Theo taking a step back and clapping his hands together, ready for the next exhibition…

"You have experience with headaches, huh, Theo…"

Theo snorts a short laugh, thumbs continuing to work the aching nerves at the sides of your forehead.

"You learn to take care of it one way or another." Noting your relaxed brows and overall posture lacking its prior tense, Theo strokes your hair back once and then takes his hands off you. "Here you go."

"Wow, it actually worked, so fast at that! Thank you, Theo."

Theo smirks at you, retrieving his hat and aiming for the door.

"I'm going to town again. Do you need something for your period?"

The question gets you off guard; Theo is very considerable today. Kind, even.

"I don't think so, but thank you either way!" You fluff up the little pillow and return it on its place on the couch. The energy in your movements surprises you, and it seems that the cramps have mellowed down along with the headache. You ought to thank Theo more.

"Wait, Theo? I was actually going to do the groceries next. Mind if I come in town with you?"

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violettduchess · 1 year

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A/N: Just imagining some holiday fun in the mansion🎄

Arthur, Isaac, Theo and Leonardo (and reader)

holiday fluff

Word Count: 1510

Arthur - Holiday Wishlist 🖋

You wait, sitting at the end of the bed, holding your notebook to your chest as you watch Arthur’s pencil scratch across paper. Impatiently you nudge his bare foot with yours, a gesture of casual, known intimacy. “It doesn’t take you this long to write a whole novel!”

He looks up at you, those deep blue eyes framed by his dark glasses, and grins. “Has anyone ever told you, luv, that patience is a virtue? This requires careful thought.” He returns his attention to his list, his grin widening at the huff of air that escapes you. You have the feeling he is deliberately writing slower now, keeping you in suspense.

Finally he nods, satisfied. “Here we are. Exchange on the count of three. One.” He meets your gaze and there is such mischief in the curve of his smile, the arch of his brow, that you can’t help but smile in return. “Two." He stops, as if considering whether he should go on and you kick him, playfully. "Arthur!" "Oh, alright. Three!" You hold out your lists at the same time and exchange hurriedly, each immediately looking down, eager to see what the other has written.

Your brows rise with every wish you read. “Arthur. Number one is far too messy. The tinsel would be everywhere. Number two….I can’t bend that way. Number three we HAVE already done. Number four is a no go because I value Theo’s friendship and he would certainly have a problem with that. I….” You scan the list, frowning. “Is there anything on here that isn’t……lewd?”

You look up to see him frowning, lowering your list. “Is there anything on yours that IS?” You stare at him and he stares at you and for a moment all you can hear is the nervous ticking of the clock on his desk. And then you both burst out laughing. Setting your lists aside he opens his arms and you slide into them, sighing as he lifts your hand to his lips, kissing the back.

As the laughter settles back into your bodies, leaving behind big grins, Arthur cuddles you close, quiet a moment before he finally speaks. “How about a deal. You get number one on your list and in return……I get number six.”

You shake your head, not in negation but affection. “That sounds….fair.” His eyes widen and his smile sharpens in a way that suddenly has you wondering, slightly panicked: Wait……..what was number six?!

Isaac - Gingerbread House🧱

He steps back, icing knife in hand and smiles, satisfaction written all over his sweet face. “I believe I have successfully executed my design with the highest possible structural integrity at this particular size, with this particular material.”

You look up from the candy you are sorting, the basis of your gingerbread decorations, a slow smile spreading across your lips as you wipe your hands on your apron and walk over to the kitchen table. Sliding an arm around his waist, you take in what he has done, beaming with pride and astonishment: a perfect miniature of the mansion, made entirely of gingerbread. Even the rounded part in the front and the chimneys are there and in perfect proportion. “Isaac, this is incredible! You are incredible!”

His cheeks turn a faint pink, both at the way you are holding him close to you and the compliment. He picks up a smaller, sharper knife and gestures toward his construction. “I shall now lightly etch the current windows and doors onto the outside in order to assist you with your decorative sweets.” His cherry-blossom eyes are bright at both the challenge and the knowledge that he is helping you.

You glance at him. “That is….a lot of windows and doors. Are you sure you know exactly how many there are on each side of the mansion?” His smile answers your question. Of course he knows. Finding you and your inquiry endearing, he can’t help but lean down and press a quick kiss to the tip of your nose. It’s your turn to blush. “Shall we continue?”

Your heart feels like it may just burst at the open display of affection he shows you. You can't help but return the favor, leaning up to place a loving kiss on his cheek. "Let's."

Theo - Decorating the Tree 🎄

You stand back, arms crossed as you examine the tree in the salon. You promised Comte you would make it sensational. Your critical gaze runs over the tree, which seems to straighten up, wanting to present itself as regally as possible. The red and gold ornaments shine in the firelight like jeweled orbs, the red velvet ribbons you tied to some of the branches are an elegant yet almost whimsical touch. The glossy gold star at the top twinkles. And yet….

“That face is never a good thing.” Theo’s deep voice cuts through your thoughts as he strolls into the salon, a mug of his favorite mulled wine in his hand. You turn, gesturing at the tree with a frustrated hand flap. “There’s something missing. I can’t quite put my finger on what though.”

He comes to stand next to you, his beautiful blue gaze looking over the tree, filtering it through the eye of an art lover, a man with a gift for the aesthetic. Lifting the warm mug to his lips, he considers the tree as it nervously awaits judgment.

“Klatergoud.” As quickly as the Dutch word leaves his lips, the mug is on an end table and he is gone, striding from the room on long legs. You blink, wondering what just happened. But knowing the man you love, you trust he knows what he is doing. You walk over and pick up his mug, taking a long sip. Wow, Napoleon really out did himself. This stuff is amazing.

You’ve nearly emptied it when Theo strides back in, muttering to himself in grumpy Dutch. You think you catch the word “Arthur” and “idioot”. In his arms is a small brown box which he sets on the ground, crouching to open it and reach inside. He comes out with a handful of gleaming gold tinsel.

Excitedly you walk over to help him, reaching inside and taking out a large clump of sparkling goodness. “What does this have to do with Arthur?” you ask, carefully spreading out the tinsel across the branches the way Theo is.

His broad shoulders heave with a sigh. “He wondered if it might be a fun addition to…..his nocturnal activities.” You can’t help but laugh out loud. “Tinsel? How on earth…..you know what. Nevermind. I don’t want to explore that any further.” This earns you an amused Theodorus smile and you feel a warmth in your heart that has nothing to do with the fire in the salon.

After working together in companionable silence, you both step back to admire your handiwork. Theo wraps an arm around your shoulders, a small, satisfied smile on his lips. “There.” You turn, reaching up to catch his chin and then rise on your toes to press a kiss to those smiling lips. “Thank you.”

“Hondje…..why do you taste like my wine?”

Leonardo - Wrapping Presents 🎁

You’re on the floor of your bedroom, surrounded by a mountain of wrapping paper, ribbons, and boxes. The man you love is lying on your bed, snoring lightly, peacefully lost in the delicate web of his dreams as you continue to wage war with the very last present you have to wrap.

When you saw the small wooden clock in the window of the antique store, you knew right away you wanted to give it to Comte. There was an elegance to the rich mahogany of the wood, the ornately carved base, the black hands shaped like arrows. It was a stunning piece. And it is hell on earth to wrap. You have tried fitting it into boxes you already own and none of them are suitable. You have tried simply wrapping it in paper but the sharp edges keep maliciously stabbing tiny holes through it. You even entertain the thought of simply tying a ribbon around it and washing your hands of the whole affair, but that feels like giving up. And you are not a quitter.

“Damn it!” You’ve now ruined your third piece of wrapping paper which joins the balled up other attempts in the corner. Any more paper scattered around and your room will start looking like Leonardo’s.

Your cursing wakes him. One golden eye assesses the situation: your frustrated scowl, the smug clock ticking away, the crumbled paper. He pushes himself up, smiling slowly. “Cara mia? What did the clock do to you? Must I fight it?” You throw a crumpled wrapping paper ball at him before getting up off the floor. “I need a drink. I’ll be back.”

You journey to the kitchen, thinking angry, destructive clock thoughts as you pour yourself a generous mug of Napoleon’s famed mulled wine before shuffling back to your room, mentally preparing yourself for round four. You open your door and then freeze. Leonardo is sitting at your desk. The clock is perfectly wrapped in beautiful snowy white paper with a sparkling silver bow of perfect proportions at the top in front of him.

“How did you….” Stunned, you can only look from the clock to him and then back. He grins, a touch smug. “I am very good with my hands.” He holds out his arms and you’re already walking towards him, flooded with a mix of gratitude and relief and something warmer than them both. “C’mere, tesoro, and I will show you.”

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ana-thedaydreamer · 3 months

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Ikemen Vampire - High School AU - Student ID Card Version

Vampire Academy - School Year 2019 - Arc 1 suitors

You are a new transfer student into the academy, your new teacher hands you a student list in your class, who is gonna be your study buddy 🤭

Class President: Napoleon Bonaparte - Fav subject: P.E

Class Vice President: Isaac Newton - Fav subject: Physics

Music Club President: Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart - Fav subject: Music

Art Club President: Leonardo Da Vinci - Fav subject: Non-specific (born genius, Class sleepy-head)

Art Club Member: Theodorus and Vincent Van Gogh - Fav subject: English (Theo - for wise communication), Art (Vincent)

The silent member: Jean D’Arc - Fav subject: P.E (P.E bestie with Napoleon)

Literature Club President: Arthur Conan Doyle - Fav subject: Literature, Math

Here are their student card 😆😆😆😆😆

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cloudcountry · 5 months

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GOING ON A BAKERY DATE WITH THEO

SUMMARY: theo "takes you out for a walk." (read: takes you out on a date to a bakery)

WARNINGS: none!! :D

COMMENTS: FIRST TIME WRITING FOR THEO!!! I HOPE I DO HIM JUSTICE </33 i havent even played his route oops

“stop drooling all over the place, hondje. if you were wagging your tail any harder you’d have knocked down the display outside.”

you decide to ignore theo’s jab. you’re much too focused on the delicious looking pastries and delicately crafted cakes and powdered sugar dusted treats to care about a silly nickname, no matter how affectionate it may be.

theo grabs your hand and tugs you up to the counter, a soft grin on his face that you almost miss. his grip is tender, even though a man like him seems so rough and oh, how you love him so, because he’s such a tease and such a hard worker and loves his brother and loves you and always does his best to protect you both, and he’s always putting his best foot forward and treating you so well and—

“what would you like?” he asks, and that's when you realize just how long you were probably zoned out, staring at him like he was the pastry you wanted from the menu.

oops.

the two of you place your orders and wait at a nearby table, with you occasionally kicking theo’s shoes and him kicking you back. you don’t know if he realizes it, but each time you kick him he smiles.

he’s adorable. you’re in love with him.

and that fact only becomes more clear when he scoops up your treats, handing you your order with a gentle smile on his face and a reminder not to drool over it.

you smack a kiss onto his cheek and thank him for taking you out, and you can tell it takes all of his restraint not to pull you close and kiss you the way he wants to.

you know him well enough to know he'll make up for it.

#wow 300 words EXACTLY #kat <3 #auburn talks ikevamp <3 #auburn's fics <3 #ikemen #ikevamp #ikevamp theo #ikemen vampire #ikevamp theo fluff #ikevamp theo x reader #ikevamp theodorus #ikevamp theodorus fluff #ikevamp theodorus x reader

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