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Yandere(ish) Comte, "My Charlemagne"
Hello my little ducklings! I'm sorry I fell off the face of the Earth for such a long time - Tbh, there's been a load of changes in my life lately and I am just always so busy now that I'm starting my new career >2< I cannot put into words how fucking much I have missed you guys and writing and ikevamp as a whole!
I've just celebrated 1 year with my partner (Mr JJ says hi, say hey to him in the comments ^^) and I'm doing 9 til 5 every day at my work placement so that's my life update, let me know how you've been!
Anyways, I've fallen in love with the song 'Charlemagne' by Blossoms and I wrote this piece while listening to it on repeat on the train - Hope you like it!
-JJ x
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The gentle Comte's sharp golden eyes mirrored his protruding fangs as they pierced through the darkness hanging in cold Parisian air, violence brewing within his usually still core. Usually the lilting, soothing sound of the sweet mademoiselle's laugh would bring a smile to his handsome features, instead now there blossomed a deep scowl, a growl tearing from his throat as another man dared to rest his hand upon his lady's cheek - A man the Count thought of as an old friend, nonetheless. The nobleman snarled at the swirl of cigarillo smoke that hung thick in the air, circling the young lady like a halo as it slowly rose and was no doubt clinging to her clothing, staining it with another man's scent where her delicate, floral perfume should prevail. Where he should be able to smell her delectable blood, like nectar, flowing beneath her impossibly blemishless skin, waiting with baited breath until he could devour her. Her laugh, her blood, her love should've belonged to him, not another - now the dear Comte was no angel, but a Goddess like her deserved nothing less than he and he alone. He didn't like to admit that he was a jealous man, but the evidence was all there: Bloodlust on the tongue, a violent rage brewing in the gut and heartbreak pulling taught the strings within. Comte couldn't bare to watch the romantic scene unfolding by the river bank underneath the sky adorned with flickering stars for another moment. He took a short, sharp swig from the ornate hip flask he carried and turned on his heel, his body heavy like lead, weighed down with torment as he began to return home. Alone.
Time is the only true purgatory.
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IKEMEN SERIES MASTERLIST
CHEVALIER:
the small things
genre: fluff
your touch
genre: fluff
jealousy
genre: nsfw, mdni
warnings: breeding kink, degradation/praises, spanking, penetrative sex, size kink, dirty talk, creampie, female bodied reader, jealousy
do not be gentle
genre: nsfw, mdni
warnings: penetrative sex, biting/marking, rough sex, soft Chevalier
a slow death
genre: angst
warnings: main character death, mentions of violent Chevalier, gore and blood
how I miss you (French Chevalier)
genre: fluff
warnings: french sentences (translation at the end)
the scent of you (French Chevalier)
genre: fluff
warnings: none
say my name
genre: nsfw, mdni
warnings: soft sex, creampie, brief mentions of size difference, biting, marking, female bodied reader
sweet mornings
genre: nsfw, mdni
warnings: somnophilia (consented), dacryphilia, edging, overstimulation, fingering, female bodied reader
a lesson in red
genre: nsfw, mdni
warnings: fingering, edging, impact play (spanking), overstimulation, hints of dacryphilia, female bodied reader
YVES:
insecure Yves
genre: fluff, comfort, suggestive
strawberry picking
genre: fluff
the source of happiness
genre: fluff, comfort
LICHT:
The first kiss
genre: fluff, comfort
The love of an angel
genre: nsfw, angst, comfort, fluff, mdni
warnings: soft sex, mentions of breeding kink, creampie, female bodied reader
CLAVIS:
The one that got away
genre: angst, unrequited love, love triangle with Chevalier
Show our love to the world
genre: nsfw, mdni
warnings: fingering, public sex, dirty talk, very subtle mention of Chevalier being in love with MC, female bodied reader
Little song bird
genre: angst, comfort, fluff
RIO:
Building a future
genre: nsfw, mdni
warnings: breading kink, penetrative sex, praise kink, dirty talk, creampies, aftercare, female bodied reader
A taste of heaven
genre: nsfw, mdni
warnings: oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, overstimulation, dacryphilia, female bodied reader
More than friends
genre: fluff, nsfw, mdni
warnings: oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, praise kink, missionary, dacryphilia, female bodied reader
SILVIO:
Siren’s call
genre: fluff
Prompt: Cursed by Lord Huron
Lyrics: "The spell she cast on me is real”, "I gotta find me a cure.", "I was doomed by our first kiss."
JIN:
say my name
genre: nsfw, mdni
warnings: size kink, dirty talk, spanking, creampie, female bodied reader
MULTIPLE CHARACTERS:
To care for the ones you love
genre: fluff, comfort
characters: Nokto, Licht
summary: The two brothers take care of your headache
warnings: none
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CHEVALIER
in your arms tonight
genre: nsfw, fluff, mdni
warning: fingering, edging, dacryphilia, overstimulation, light dirty talk, female bodied reader
Sugar and salt
genre: fluff
summary: you bake cookies for the princes... But Chevalier decides he'd rather keep them to himself than let anyone else have a taste. Even if they taste terrible.
wc: 1,6k
RIO
To love and protect
genre: fluff, comfort, slight angst
summary: Rio aches to dance with you at tonight’s ball, but instead he might just save you from a forceful nobleman who can’t take no for an answer
warnings: overprotective Rio
wc: 2,5k
Sleeping with an angel (PART 2 of: TO LOVE AND PROTECT)
genre: nsfw, mdni
summary: You finally confess your love to Rio and the two of you spend a sweet night loving one another.
warnings: vanilla sex, first time, dirty talk, creampie, fingering, praise kink, hints of size kink, dacryphilia, reassurance kink, missionary, spoon sex, creampie, female bodied and gendered reader
wordcount: 4k
The mirror
genre: nsfw, mdni
warnings: fingering, mirror sex, praise kink, dirty talk, creampie, female bodied reader
wordcount: 1,2k
Lonesome dream
genre: fluff
wordcount: 1,5k
Prompt: Lonesome Dream by Lord Huron
Lyrics: "I lie under the starlit sky", "I watch as the planets turn", "And it's lonesome here in the wide open space", "I been dreaming again of a lonesome world, Where I'm lost and I've got no friends"
CLAVIS:
The moans of an angel
genre: nsfw, mndi
summary: Clavis doesn't care that Cyran is behind the door and that he can hear you. As long as he gets to take care of you and make you moan his name.
warnings: thigh riding, dirty talk, bondage, mentions of overstimulation and edging, mentions of dacryphilia, female bodied reader
wc: 1k
A shelter from the Rain
genre: fluff, hints of angst, nsfw, mdni
summary: Clavis finds he does not care about the scent of rain coloured roses anymore, as long as he's in your arms.
warnings: oral sex (f. receiving), outdoor sex, dirty talk, female bodied reader
wc: 1,2k
SILVIO:
Greater than love
genre: nsfw, mdni, enemies to lovers
summary: Silvio hates you with a burning passion... Or is it really hate?
warnings: fingering, praise kink, size kink, dirty talk, reassurance kink, cumming on thighs (?), wall sex, biting and marking, mentions of nipple play, female bodied reader
wc: 1,5k
JIN:
Resignation
genre: nsfw, mdni
summary: If Jin isn't going to confess his love for you, you figure you might five him a reason to.
warnings: shower sex, hints of dacryphilia, hints of breeding, creampie, bondage, praise kink, dirty talk, female bodied reader
wc: 1, 2k
LICHT:
The green eyed monster
genre: nsfw, mdni
wc: 2,5k
warnings: angry/jealous sex, dirty talk, manhandling, marking/biting, dacryphilia, overstimulation, creampie, breading, female bodied reader
prompts: angry sex, "It can wait, I want you now."
In my colours
genre: nsfw, mdni
wc: 2,5k
warnings: lingerie, masturbation, voyeurism, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, sex, dirty talk, praise kink, dacryphilia, size kink, creampie, female bodied reader
prompts: lingerie and "Touch yourself for me. Look at me while you do it."
house husband Rio
genre: fluff
beach day with Chevalier
genre: nsfw, fluff, mdni
warnings: soft sex, mentions of fingering and marking
bad period cramps
characters: Rio, Licht, Clavis, Nokto
genre: fluff, comfort, nsfw (for Nokto’s part), mdni
warnings: mentions of fingering
where they like to kiss you
characters: Chevalier, Clavis, Rio
genre: fluff, suggestive (Clavis)
warnings: suggestive
Somnophilia with Rio
genre: nsfw, mdni
warnings: needy Rio, mentions of blood and injuries, fingering, somnophilia (consensual), female bodied reader
Rio teasing a shy MC
genre: nsfw, mdni
warnings: teasing, praise kink, dirty talk, mentions of fingering, sex and oral sex, female bodied reader
Submissive Gilbert
genre: nsfw, mdni
warnings: hair pulling, sub!Gilbert, needy Gilbert, biting, marking, humping and grinding, make out session, female bodied reader
Submissive Gilbert 2nd edition
genre: nsfw, mdni
warnings: sub!Gilbert, riding, sense deprivation (blindfolding), praise kink, dirty talk, bondage, female bodied reader
Pussy drunk Licht
genre: nsfw,
warnings: pussy drunk Licht, rough sex, marking and bruising, creampie, slight breeding kink, needy Licht, female bodied reader
After care with Licht
genre: nsfw, mdni
warnings: mentions of breeding and overstimulation, after care, female bodied reader
Steamy make out session with Rio
genre: nsfw, mdni
warnings: make out session, grinding and humping, fingering, praise kink, dirty talk, female bodied reader
Topping and cock warming Chevalier
genre: nsfw, mdni
warnings: cock warming, teasing, topping chevalier, dirty talk, mentions of manhandling, female bodied reader
Cock warming with Rio
genre: nsfw, mdni
warnings: cock warming, teasing, dirty talk, dacryphilia, mentions of breeding, cum (a lot of it), female bodied reader
Begging and Whimpering Gilbert
genre: nsfw, mdni
warnings: sub!Gilbert, teasing, mentions of overstimulation, marking, biting, slight nipple play, oral sex (m. receiving), needy!Gilbert
Rio eating the MC out whilst she’s reading
genre: nsfw, mdni
warnings: oral sex (f. receiving), teasing, fingering, dirty talk, praise kink, female bodied reader
Semi public sex and fingering with Rio
genre: nsfw, mdni
warnings: fingering, dirty talk, praise kink, semi public sex, oral fixation, female bodied reader
Deepthroating
genre: nsfw, mdni
characters: Licht Klein, Jin Grandet, Rio Ortiz
warnings: oral sex (m. receiving), size kink, dacryphilia, dirty talk, praise kink, petnames, face fucking, gagging, female bodied reader
dad!Rio with a daughter
genre: fluff
warnings: none
My kind of kiss
genre: fluff
characters: all
Oral sex with Silvio
genre: nsfw, mdni
warnings: oral sex (m. receiving), marking/biting, dacryphilia, moaning Silvio, praise kink, face fucking, deep throating, cum eating, female gendered and bodied reader
Colour symbolism analysis: Chevalier
Rhodolite inspired playlist
ARTHUR :
Cold Hands
genre: fluff, comfort
Of Love and flour
genre: fluff
Writing history
genre: fluff, comfort
Sick MC
genre: fluff, comfort
LEONARDO :
Suit you
genre: fluff
Jealous man
genre: fluff
COMTE :
Golden
genre: fluff
Teaching you how to dance
genre: fluff
THEO :
Work
genre: fluff
Missing you
genre: fluff
Only Angel
genre: fluff
NAPOLEON :
Talk too much
genre: fluff, comfort
Sick crowd
genre: fluff, comfort
LEONARDO:
What love is
genre: angst
NAPOLEON:
Until you fall asleep
genre: fluff, comfort
A year Together
genre: nsfw, mdni, fluff
warnings: praises, dirty talk, oral sex (f. receiving), aftercare, female bodied reader
Their major in a modern AU
genre : sfw
Their kinks : Napoleon, Mozart, Isaac
genre : nsfw, MDNI
Modern Leonardo
genre : sfw
Modern Arthur, Isaac and Vincent
genre : sfw
Vincent with a MC who is very talented at drawing but mostly works with dark and sad colours
genre : fluff, comfort
Which sport would they play and which role would they have
genre : sfw
Vincent, Isaac and Jean with a MC who loves gardening
genre : fluff
MC taking Theo, Arthur and Vincent on a modern date
genre : fluff
Comte and Leonardo walking in on MC naked
genre : fluff, suggestive (themes of nudity obviously)
Their favourite lingerie on you
genre : suggestive, mdni
Needy Arthur
genre : nsfw, mdni
Napoleon and Leonardo threesome
genre : nsfw, mdni
Carriage sex with Theo
genre : nsfw, mdni
Walking on you naked (Arthur and Isaac)
genre : nsfw, mdni
Dom!Vincent
genre : nsfw, mdni
Deepthroating for Napoleon
genre: nsfw, mdni
warnings: oral sex (m. receiving), size kink, dacryphilia, dirty talk, praise kink, petnames, face fucking, gagging, female bodied reader
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Ikemen characters mood boards
RAY :
Sleeping on my dream
genre: fluff
Ray and size kink
genre: nsfw, mdni
warnings: size kink, pussy drunk!Ray, praise kink, mating press, creampie, breeding kink, dacryphilia, female bodied reader
FENRIR :
Green is the colour
genre: fluff, comfort
A bowl of spaghettis for my love
genre: fluff
midnight tryst
genre: nsfw, mdni
warnings: outdoor sex, semi public sex, mentions of size kink and dacryphilia, dirty talk, female bodied reader
Nothing yet...
What they’d major in
genre : sfw
Mc who is uncomfortable and cautious of men (Red army, Luca and Oliver)
genre : fluff, comfort
Mc turns into a child
genre : fluff, funny
Sirius, Jonah, Fenrir and Zero with a MC who has psoriasis and feels self conscious
genre : fluff, comfort
Their favourite lingerie on you
genre : suggestive, mdni
He sees your nudes (Fenrir and Ray)
genre : nfsw, mdni
Oliver walks in on you naked
genre : nsfw, mdni
Size kink with Ray
genre : nsfw, mdni
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Match up for bowserssexyfeet
Ikemen characters mood boards
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Now announcing.... 'My Ikémen Valentine' Gift Exchange!
A sweet and spicy holiday to celebrate with your true love
The fifth installment in the Ikémen Gift Exchanges hosted by @ikemenlibrary. This one’s a bit different, as it’s not for a specific fandom, but instead, a romantic holiday!
This is open to all of the current Ikémen games released in English servers!
Main Info:
Event: Gift Exchange
Fandom(s): Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Prince, Ikemen Revolution
Creation time: January 19 - February 16
Gift sharing: February 17-18
You can sign up for the exchange here
The deadline to submit your submission to join the exchange will be due on January 12.
You will have a month to create a Valentine’s gift for your recipient and an Ikémen character that they have given to you out of their list.
If you're interested in joining, please make sure to get your answers completed and sent in before January 12. You can edit your sign up form after it’s been submitted, but please make sure to let me (the host) know if you’ve done that, as I do not get notified when that happens and I want to make sure everyone’s happy with up to date information. Once the deadline passes, I will turn off the link to edit or submit so if you have any problems after then, please contact me directly.
Once I get everyone’s information organized and sorted, I will be reaching out to everyone individually on January 19 to let you know who you’ve been assigned to create for, as well as any extra information to share at that point in time.
When your application has been accepted for the gift exchange, I will reach out with a link to join the Discord server (if you aren’t already in it from previous exchanges).**
Please let me know if you have any questions! I can be reached via Tumblr DM or if you have my Discord from previous exchanges, you may find me there as well <3
Disclaimer: **Please note before signing up that I do have a Discord server that I encourage everyone to join. We’d love for all the participants (myself included!) to get to know one another, work together, and potentially help each other out within the event. We also have some fun bots to play with!
If using Discord is something you are absolutely not comfortable with, please message me before you send in an application so I am aware that you will not be joining and can mark it down on my end for organization purposes. (If I’ve spoken to you about this before, just specify in the sign up sheet, there’s no reason to need to reach out again!)
Below the cut, there is a new update to the rules I’ve previously had in place. This is also reflected in the sign up sheet. Please let me know if you have any questions!**
Can’t wait to see you all soon!
**I just wanted to give a quick update on the rules, as I have changed a few things slightly this time around.
The minimum word requirement for fanfiction updated from 800 to 850 words
The fan art requirement has been updated from being lined with a colored drawing, to also require a background as well (this can be a solid color, or scenery, or whatever you decide. The background just cannot be white (of course, special cases may occur and I will leave it up to the artists stylistic choice))
This time around, you cannot select specific characters from a list who you aren’t interested in creating for. That would be too messy with 4 fandoms. Instead, you will get more options of characters to create based on your choices you fill out on the sign up form
You must be ready to share progress during the halfway check in point via Google Drive/Docs if you are a fanfiction creator. If you do not have access to using one of these, please send me whatever you have during the check in, and I will copy it into my Google Drive. This is so if there becomes a time where you lose your progress on something other than Google, there will still be a copy existing, even if it doesn’t completely reflect your current progress.
This will all be reiterated in the information key you will be given at the time assignments go out, so don’t worry about remembering this for the time being
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Comte's Ghost Mansion (IkeVamp; Luigi's Mansion AU) Part 1
a/n: Heavily (more like, entirely) inspired by @scummy-writes's playthrough of Luigi's Mansion. 'Twas a lot of fun merging the wackiness of that game with the IkeVamp universe! Multiple parts have already been written, to varying degrees of polish, so I'll be posting them on a schedule (Tentatively, one part per week). Without further ado, Enjoyyy ✨
Tags: Humor, Crack treated seriously, Luigi's Mansion AU, Spooky scary spectral vampires, Ghostbuster MC
Word Count: 1000 words
Characters: You, Sebastian, Comte (mentioned)
Next: Part 2
~*~
You woke up in a dark endless abyss with a headache.
"Where...am I?"
You were not sure how long you were out for, but it must have been a long time.
Last you remembered, you were walking around the Louvre museum in the daytime. A handsome man in a three-piece tailored suit had graciously retrieved your earring from the ground, only to drop and forgot his own handkerchief.
You, wanting nothing more than to return the favor, sought to return it to him. Your quest led you to a secluded section of the museum, barren of any foot traffic, and past a set of large double doors that appeared, at the time, as part of the museum experience.
In hindsight, the dwindling number of visitors around you should have alerted you to think otherwise.
Lightning flashed and the hallway blinked in view, like a snapshot captured with a camera shutter. Thunder cracked once, twice, forcing you out of memory lane and back into the present.
In the split-second that you saw the hallway, a line of tall arched windows stood to your left and closed wooden doors to your right. A high-backed chair was stationed between each door, and a framed picture hung above it. A wall blocked the path at one end and extended into darkness in the other. So, not an endless abyss. But it was not the Louvre museum, either.
Slowly, hesitantly, you took a step forward, and another, and then another, keeping your eyes peeled for any signs of an exit. A door creaked nearby.
You scrambled to hide behind the nearest curtains, but you were caught by two firm hands. Your heart lurched in your throat. You turned around to face your assailant, and a second round of lightning gave you a chance to get a good look. It was a young man with grayish hair swept to one side, his eyes narrow and inquisitive.
"Who are you, and how did you get in here?" He asked, though he did not wait for a response. "Doesn't matter, let's get you out before the others notice."
You followed him through the maze of hallways, each turn taking you down an identical path. It was a wonder that your guide could tell heads from tails in the darkness.
"Watch your step," he called out as the two of you descended a set of grand stairs.
Just when you thought you reached the bottom, you were met with more stairs. Blood pumped in your ears as you focused on getting out of here, one step at a time. You sighed in relief when the first sliver of light peeked through the grand double doors at the opposite end of what, you assumed, was the foyer.
Once outside, you gawked at the building you just escaped. It was a three-story mansion. Grapevines crept around and across the walls and into some open windows. Dark clouds loomed over the estate, but the rain died down into a drizzle.
"Don't fall behind, now!" Your guide called out from the garden up ahead. Rather than continue straight ahead and out the gate, he took a turn going behind the mansion. You stared at the open gate, contemplating your chance of survival. Feeling unsafe venturing out into the unknown, you kept up pace with him along a narrow cobblestone path.
He stopped abruptly, causing you to bump into his back, and asked, "Where did you say you were from?"
You huffed and said, "If you would've let me speak the first time..." You explained your situation to him, and he furrowed his brows. You then barraged him with your own set of questions. Rather than answer any of them, he turned on his heel and talked on the way.
He introduced himself as Sebastian. He woke up in a similar way to what you had described a few years prior.
“I’m sorry, did you say years?” You gaped. What hope did you have of returning home if he had not done so yet?
He continued. "I came face to face with the head of this mansion, a French nobleman who goes by the title, Le Comte de Saint-Germain. He gave me an offer I could not refuse, and so I serve the mansion as its butler."
He stopped in front of a quaint wooden garden shack.
Facing you, he wore a wry smile as he said, "I would like to consider myself lucky, as I haven't seen another human in quite some time. But you, I'm afraid, are out of luck to end up here."
Your eyes shifted. "What do you mean by that?"
"Wait here."
He ducked inside and came out with a backpack that looked an awful lot like a vacuum cleaner. The vacuum tube in his hands only further confirmed your suspicions.
He reminded you of a ghostbuster.
"Unfortunately, I don't know how to get you home. But what I can offer is a means to defend yourself for the night.
"Defend myself?" You echoed. "Against what?"
That was how you ended up back inside the mansion, carrying Sebastian's 'Poltergust 1899' (as he proudly called it) on your back, alongside an oil lamp in hand and an item pouch around your shoulder.
What’s the pouch for? You may be wondering.
After much debate with the butler, you agreed to retrieve "items of interest" for him if he promised to investigate a means of getting you back home. His final remark was to avoid disturbing the mansion's esteemed residents and, contrarily, to report back any interesting behavior you encounter, seemingly of said residents.
The main entrance door creaked open. The mansion's foyer was bedecked with a carpeted floor that stretched up its wide central staircase. White Ionic columns lined the sides. At the top of the stairs, bright moonlight shone through, enveloping the room in a bluish hue.
The door slamming shut behind you pulled your flighty spirit back into its boney prison. Several voices murmured behind the walls.
You caught some of their words, or so you believed.
"A guest?"
"They returned!"
"Oh dear."
"How delightful."
"Go away."
You wished you didn't.
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—𝘈 𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘺
► SYNOPSIS:
Comte finds you curled up on the couch, fighting some persistent period cramps. Naturally, he takes it upon himself to help you relieve the pain in all ways he can think of.
If only he knew what you truly need is simply... him.
▍comte x reader ▍rating: G ▍tags: Menstruation; period cramps; Fluff ▍wordcount: 1,009
▍masterlist
▍a/n: Last month's self-indulgent period cramps comfort fic with Napo was really well received, so this month I decided it would be just as nice to write one with Comte, for both me and you!
Note: The beginning is copied directly from that fic in question!
I hope you enjoy <3
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 to 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.
With today's newspaper folded under his arm, Comte enters the lounge room. It's not unusual for him to finish reading what he couldn't at breakfast here, or in the garden, or back in his room. It just so happens that he comes in here exactly on time to find you like this.
"Ma chérie, are you alright?" He's at your side in the next second, worry playing on his face. You've barely managed to sit upright and smile nonchalantly, anything to swipe your apparent slacking-off under the rug, but he's fast at putting a hand on your shoulder. The touch makes your arm jolt a little but not in a bad way…
"Lay down, now. Tell me how you're feeling."
He's really good at reading your body language, alas you're over with pretending that nothing's wrong.
"I, uh… I'm having some menstrual pains. I just need a minute or two and I'll be back to work."
He nods, perfectly understanding the situation and glad that it's that and not something more worrisome. Giving you a reassuring smile that is warmer than the sun in the peak of summer, he moves to take your shoes off, a clear sign of his intentions to make you rest a little longer.
"Nonsense, you need a break. I'll tell Sebastian that you're having the rest of the day off.
"But that would be-" Before you can voice out your concern about the poor butler taking in more work than all that he already has to do, your face heats up. Having your shoes taken off for you by none other than the master of the house himself is very, very embarrassing, but reaching out to do it yourself is ensured to end with another gentle push to lay down. You simply stay put, hoping that this is the end of his caring-but-dangerous-for-your-heart acts…
"Do you want me to give you a massage?"
"No!!", you nearly shout, the mere image of him giving your feet a rub getting you to overheat with embarrassment, so you're sure you won't be alive to see the rest of it. "I mean, there really is no need! I'm afraid I'm too ticklish for that."
"I see. Well, then, excuse me for a second." He's so, so understanding and kind; for a second you grieve about the lost opportunity to see his massaging techniques put into action but you value your life too much for that. Just as you sign in relief, Comte enters anew, with a small tray of painkillers and tea - your favorite blend, your nose immediately informs you.
"Why thank you, Comte! You shouldn't have!" Sitting up on the couch, you anticipate having a sip of the warm liquid. As soon as you take it in your hands, your eyelids fall closed in bliss, and you miss the moment Comte drags the nearby ottoman closer in front of you.
"Put your legs up to rest here while you're drinking, it would be better."
"Thank you!" With a cup to hide half your shy expression behind, you oblige. It does feel better.
"Would you like me to put a pillow on top of it, as well?"
"Ah, no, no need, but thank you!"
"Then, another one behind your back?"
"No, that's alright! Thank you."
"Should I have a hot bath run for you? Or would you rather I bring you your heat patch instead?"
"C-Comte…"
Having already crossed the room towards the door awaiting to hear your decision, your voice calling him is the one thing that has him returning to your side. His brows are slightly raised in that innocent way you're preciously familiar with, features remaining elegant and deeply caring, and beautiful.
"Yes, ma chérie? Can I help you with something else?"
"There is one thing, but please, forget about the rest! It's really alright, just-"
You look up at him, fighting the guilt of posing a request even though the cramps already seem to have weakened - or maybe the man in front of you has distracted you successfully from them.
"…Stay by my side for a little bit?"
Comte's golden eyes widen in surprise, but he surely heard you right, albeit in that quiet voice. He smiles, eager to comply with your wish.
"Of course, my dear."
He sits down right next to you, and it comes so naturally to you to nest yourself against his arm. Heart racing or not, you indulge in the rare moment, able to tell that Comte indulges in it, too. Hopefully, he would understand that sometimes the right remedy is the most simple one there is.
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"Writer's Block"
Pairing: Reader (2nd person) x Le Comte
Warning! This fic contains suggestive/NSFW themes. Reader is a romance author. Established relationship with Comte.
Note: This is my first time writing for Ikemen Vampire, my first time writing Comte, my first time writing in second person, and my first time writing something on the spicier side I am very scared to post this!
Word Count: 1342
Without realizing it, you let out your hundredth sigh of the day as you hung the sheets to dry. Sebastian suggested taking a break from writing to allow your mind to refresh itself, but you couldn’t just do nothing. Doing chores around the mansion was relaxing compared to sitting at your desk, hunched over, and having a mental breakdown because you can’t figure out the right words to describe a scene you’ve been stuck on. And it wasn’t like you can press backspace and everything would be erased like nothing happened. Piles of crumpled papers littered the desk and spilled onto the floor.
Another sigh escaped your lips as you hung the last sheet. Standing back to take a look at your work, you weren’t prepared for Arthur’s sudden appearance from behind.
“What’s with that frown?” Arthur asked.
“Arthur!?” you blurted.
“I was on my way to get some coffee but I saw you standing out here,” Arthur said.
“Oh, I see. Well, let me brew you a fresh pot of coffee.” Arthur followed you back inside and you prepared some coffee.
“You still haven’t answered my question.” He crossed his arms and leaned against the counter. “Is there something bothering you? Is it Comte? You know you can always come to me if you ever need a shoulder.”
“No thanks. And no, it’s not that. It’s writer’s block,” you told him.
“Why didn’t you say so earlier? As a fellow writer, we should help each other through these things!” Arthur’s smile was bright and mischievous. “Do you want to know how I overcome writer’s block?”
“Uh… sure,” you agree, hoping that it’s actual advice and nothing stupid.
“I usually enjoy the company of a pretty lady,” Arthur said. And it was something stupid…
You sighed deeply once more, “This is why I didn’t ask in the first place.”
“Well, it's better than what Dazai does. He just goes in and out of the windows more frequently. But you missed my point. You should do something that you enjoy doing. Go out, have some fun, and have new experiences,” Arthur explained.
“It’s not like I don’t have any inspiration. I’m having trouble describing a certain scene and I’m not sure why. Nothing I write on paper makes sense or feels right,” you told him.
Arthur seemed to be in deep thought but as soon as an idea popped into his head, he snapped his fingers and his face lit up. “Have you tried reading your sentences out loud?”
“Of course, that’s why I feel like they’re a bit off.” You frowned and Arthur mirrored your expression as he wracked his brain for more solutions.
“Hmm… Maybe you should act it out? If you can put yourself in your character’s situation, then maybe you can have a better understanding of what’s happening and you’ll be able to write it better,” Arthur suggested. “All right, I’ll be your scene partner. So tell me about the scene.”
You panicked as you stuttered an excuse, “It’s a complex scene and you need lots of context to really understand and I can’t explain it all right now. And besides, you write mysteries so I don’t think that you’d be able to act it out.”
“Nonsense! I’m not a complete stranger to romance… Unless it’s a scene you can’t act out because you’re too embarrassed.” You didn’t give any response, but the blooming red hue on your face answered Arthur anyway. “Ah, so that must be it. I wonder what kind of naughty scene you’re writing.”
Again, you didn’t say anything but that gave him all the information he needed to discern the truth. You ignored him and continued to brew the coffee, even though there wasn’t much to do except awkwardly stand there and watch the water filter its way through the coffee grounds. “Then why don’t you just ask your lover? I’m sure he wouldn’t have a problem doing dirty things to you so that you can write them down,” Arthur chuckled.
“I can’t just ask him to do that,” you mumbled.
“Sure you can, in fact you can ask him right now!”
You whipped around to see Comte standing in the doorway with a gentle smile on his face. “Is something wrong, ma chérie?”
“Comte! How long have you been standing there?”
“Not long. I smelled coffee and I thought I’d ask for some before everyone else does,” he answered nonchalantly.
Theo strolled into the room too announcing his intentions, “I smell coffee.”
“It’s not for you, it was brewed for me,” Arthur told Theo.
“Does it have your name on it? No? Then it’s for everyone.” Theo took more coffee just because Arthur was being stingy. Then he disappeared like he was never there. Comte politely held out a mug and you filled it with a generous amount.
“This coffee was supposed to be for me,” Arthur sulked.
“Does it have your name on it? No? Then it’s for everyone,” you repeated Theo’s words. “Besides, you could always brew more.”
Arthur refused to brew it himself claiming, “You make the best coffee.”
He frowned and Comte chuckled, “You’re a skilled coffee brewer, mon amour.” Arthur took his coffee to go, grateful for what he could receive. Comte lingered a bit longer, sipping his coffee while gazing at you. “Did you want to ask me something earlier?”
“Arthur and I were just talking and he was just teasing,” you replied.
Comte was not satisfied with your answer and he slid closer to you. “That’s not what I asked,” his voice dipped down into a seductive whisper. “You can ask me anything.”
“Arthur and I were just talking about writer’s block and he suggested I act out my scene so I have a better idea of how to write it,” you explained.
Comte hummed, “So, tell me about this scene.”
“Well, the male and female lead spend an intimate night together when they reunite for the first time in years,” you told him.
“I see.” Comte smiles. “Would you like to act out the scene with me?”
“Are you saying you want to help me?”
“Why wouldn’t I want to help you?” Comte closed the space between you two. “I’m at your command. Direct me in any way you need me and I’ll do my best to follow your instructions.”
“Well, how about pinning me against the wall?” you asked him.
Without question or a second thought, he pushed you up against the nearest wall. “Like this?” He was gentle and graceful with his movements and with the way he held you.
While it was enjoyable, it didn’t really capture the emotion of the scene. “It was good, but shouldn’t it be more… rough?”
He took a few steps back and you took a few steps forward. This time, he was a bit more rough and assertive. You were sandwiched in between the wall and his body while his hand hit the wall with a dull thud. An unexpected kabedon was a pleasant surprise, but it just didn’t feel right? “ I’ll just take this scene out because I’m not good enough to write that kind of scene,” another sigh escaped your lips. “Thanks for trying to help.”
You walked away from Comte feeling defeated. But he wasn’t about to let you go just yet. He grasped your wrist and pulled you back toward him and suddenly you were back against the wall. His frame eclipsed your own as his forearm leaned against the wall and his leg blocked your path. “You shouldn’t say that about yourself,” he whispered in your ear, “you’re an excellent writer. Don’t limit yourself, believe in yourself. You are enough and your skills are enough.”
His smile is encouraging and his golden irises are burning with love and passion. “Thank you.” You smile back at him.
“Now say it. Say you’re good enough to write this scene.”
“I’m good enough to write this scene,” you repeat.
“Good, because when I’m done with you, you’ll have no problem writing the scene, ma chérie.”
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Kiss Me Goodnight
Will comforts the reader after they wake up from a bad nightmare.
Fandom: Ikemen Vampire
Rating: G
Tags: Fluff, Nightmares, Comfort, First Person
Word Count: 1,433
Tossing and turning in my sleep, I snap awake from my nightmares. I find myself in a familiar place. Will’s favorite soft silk sheets are beneath me, and I carefully turn over to see him sleeping next to me. I sit up in the bed, trying to clear my head. I can’t recall what exactly happened in my nightmare, but it made me feel absolutely terrified like I had been swallowed by a black abyss, never to escape. I take a deep breath and try to lay back down.
A few moments later, my body viciously shakes me awake. I am forced to lay awake once again, but this time, Will stirs awake. A soft sigh escapes from his lips before he stretches and grunts. He isn’t sure what awoke him. Regardless, he puts his arm back around me, signaling me to lay back down and curl up next to him. I easily do as I am told. Pressing my ear against his chest, I love hearing the rhythmic thumping of his heart. He mumbles in his sleeping voice, “What happened, my precious one?”
I quickly whisper, “Nothing, just nightmares again.”
His discolored eyes flick open as he becomes fully alert. His glaze focuses on me. “What haunts thou at such a late hour? The only thought that should stuff our small heads is the blessed silence of sleep or if we are lucky, the holy land of dreams, but never shall thou be cursed with nightmares, not under my roof nor under my arm.”
His sweet poetic words carry the truth, yet they are far from it. I find myself haunted by my past. I left my time period so long ago; however, my past or the upcoming future taints my every waking moment.
I have spent the last three years with Will after moving out of Comte’s mansion. I decided on a whim to give up on my dream of getting my Ph.D. in America. Well, it was never my dream. It was some idea passed down onto by my parents. I was halfway through my bachelor’s when I went to study aboard one summer in Paris, and I followed a strange man through a time traveling door. The rest is history.
I do not regret my choice. I am much better off here than I was there. My passion has always been in the arts, and Will recognized that. He saw my love for creative writing and acting. Under his wing, I became a successful actor in his troupe, and I have even begun writing manuscripts for stories of my own.
Right now, it does not make sense why the past haunts me so. I should be happy and carefree with everything that has happened to me. I am with the man of my dreams for Christ’s sake, yet some part of me feels as if I am burden in this time period. Will often joking teases me that I am not fit for this time. Even after three consecutive years in the nineth century, I still stick out like a sore thumb.
I look up to Will. “It’s nothing now. I can’t recall what even happened.”
He stares at me for a moment longer to look at the truth within my eyes. His expression relaxes while he gently strokes my cheek. “There is a cloud behind thine irises. A rainy day, no matter how small, can still ruin a party, and the last thing I wish is for thee to be tortured by the pains and chills of harsh rain. I want thee to suffer no storm alone,” Will whispers to me.
His ostentatious words convey his care. Before I can form a reply, he sighs and hugs me, “If words cannot depict the horrors within your fragile mind, relax into me, my darling.”
“I think… it was a nightmare about my past. People were upset and angry with me that I left everything on the flip of a dime. They demanded that I return all the happiness I somehow stole from them. There was a points system and everything. It didn’t make much sense. Heh, my university was after me as well because of my unpaid tuition I still owe them,” I carefully pieced together what was bothering me, “Look, I don’t regret staying at all, but sometimes, I can’t help but wonder what is happening back in the future. Other times, I worry about what would have happened to me if I choose to go home or if I didn’t have the wonderful opportunity to meet you and all the other residents at the mansion.”
Will sympathetically nods, “Please do not fear what is no longer reality. I know it is one thing to say and another thing to do. I am glad that thou stayed in a realm different from thine own; however, I understand that it seems like a sacrifice on nights like this. Thou owe no one any emotion nor are thou required to pay debts with points and trials.”
I stare at the blank ceiling as the room is swallowed into a shallow silence broken by soft breathing. The words fall to come to my lips, but I let out a small chuckle, “yeah, I just worry. I worry a lot over the small reasons regardless of if they are real or not, ya know that. Heh, this reminds me of the first nightmare I had coming here about a vampire who bite me, and Sebastian warned me not to give anyone my heart or my destiny.”
Will follows along with the story. “I do recall someone running off in fear, and that is how I found the beauty in front of me. Time is a collection of random tragedies and comedies, my dear. Nothing ends how we want it to, but all’s well that ends well. As thou hast seen, time travelers are not free from the hands of chance and fate. Thou did not give up thine heart nor destiny; instead, thou followed thine heart and destiny.”
A smile slips across my face. “Thank you, Will, for being here and being there for me. I know it’s hard for you to grasp the reality we live in as well. You woke up from the 1600’s and got thrown two hundred years into the future while for me, it was getting tossed two hundred years in the past. Two sides of the same coin of troubles you might say. Forgive my ramblings, but I deeply appreciate you, Will.”
I lightly tap his nose. “In fact, I love you,” I tease him as I echo the same words he has heard over and over again, but I still mean it just as strongly as when I said it to him the first time.
He pinches my nose in return. “I love you too, Juliet”
“You prick!” I jokingly yelp at him while softly smacking him with my pillow, “If we are but a fleeting, teenage romance to you… well, I- I… I don’t have a comeback for the Bard of Avon.”
He sticks out his tongue while laughing. “Like Romeo, I was at death’s door for my love, but unlike the fool who plays with the strings of love, I came to you because I heard the music. My words utter no false ills. Our romance was not the end of us. It was a new beginning in a new era.”
I can never match his mythical language, but I could quote his works back at him. “If music be the food of love, play on.”
Will puts on a fox’s smile, “a writer should know better than to quote another author so blandly. Thou did not do the line the justice it so rightfully deserves, but alas the adorable look you wear makes it worth it.”
I completely forgot that I woke up because of a nightmare. Will had his magical way of distracting me. Exhaustion sank into my bones as the moonlight came through the window. I settled down, pulling the covers back up.
Will pouts, “I may be a tease, but I wish thou would kiss me goodnight.”
I hold his warm cheek in my hand, and I press my lips gently on his forearm. “Goodnight, William. May the land of sleep bring thou dreams instead of nightmares plagued by false lies and promises. Tomorrow, we will wake up to a new day, but for now, we must rest.”
He steals a kiss from my lips. “Now, this bard can sleep happily with his love in his arms forever more.”
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—Kisses and giggles
Suitor(s): Arthur
TW: None
Genre: Fluff
Notes: Gender neutral MC || Even I couldn't help smiling and giggling while writing this help || A little thingmbob for @mcofthemansion to feed your very Arthur mood 😌💜
"Can I kiss you?"
Arthur looked down at you who was laying on his chest, eyes cast slightly off to the side and not looking at him while you spoke. It wasn't embarrassment nor shyness but simply the comfort of it being something that you had become used to asking that you no longer felt the need to make a big deal about it.
He moved one of his hands out from under his head and brushed it lightly on your head with a smile, none of his usual flirtatiousness or teasing in his words; just pure unabashed affection which twinkled in his eyes and showed itself in the warmth of his smile and the lines that formed at the corners of his eyes along side it. "Sure you can, luv. I'll rarely say no to you."
You match his smile and shuffle to be able to reach his lips. It's just a little peck but he still moves to sit up on the bench, moving you with him so that you were situated on his lap.
He can't help but move in for another, and another, and another, his smile so prominent on his lips that it almost hurts, giggles leaving your lips as well as his which you can feel against your skin as he begins to kiss at other parts of your face: cheeks, forehead, temple: none of your face goes unkissed and you have to push him away a little bit, your cheeks warm with how much you'd been laughing in between his kisses and you try and catch your breath while he does the same, a few airy giggles still leaving both of your lips every few moments before you both manage to level your breathing.
He gazes at you with eyes so so warm and bright, like sapphires, and you hope that your own expression shows the same level of adoration.
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The Mailbox With The Pink Flower - Leonardo
I’ve had this idea since 2021 and finally wrote it out. This is set in the modern day but it isn’t an AU. It’s crazy to think that the guys could see MC in the modern day after already spending a lifetime with her but she’s still got her life with them ahead of her. I often think about stuff like this. Please read and tell me what you thought about it!
Words = 1.3k
Excerpt = He wasn’t necessarily here to look for her but if by a miracle he could chance upon her then he’d take that opportunity to see her again
The year was 20XX, it had been over 50 years since Y/n passed away and left Leonardo. He moved to Japan a few years ago to be closer to Y/n, he knew she had already been born into this world, a younger Y/n that hadn’t yet gone back in time. He wasn’t necessarily here to look for her but if by a miracle he could chance upon her then he’d take that opportunity to see her again.
It was a Wednesday afternoon; Leonardo had just exited a client’s house that had hired him to fix their grandfather clock. He’d been doing this same ‘renaissance man’ job for centuries but it still filled him with the same joy as it had the first time.
He walked the streets of the clean middle-class neighbourhood, now his final job of the day was done, he was intent on going back to the place he called home in this foreign country. Gazing up at the clear blue sky, he idly wondered how the others were doing back at the mansion.
A school bus pulled up on the opposite side of the road and broke his chain of thought, a few young children got off the bus and waved as it drove off. As Leonardo carried on walking, he couldn’t help but think that perhaps somewhere Y/n was also coming home from school.
His gaze drifted back towards the young children skipping down the road. The children were parting ways and only one was left walking on the street next to Leonardo.
To the world, a grown man staring at a young child would look very suspicious but Leonardo couldn’t help it, he couldn’t help but see his beloved Y/n in the honey-coloured locks cascading down the young girls back.
The girl was bouncing a ball as she walked with a smile on her face. It was such a familiar smile, Leonardo thought.
Suddenly the ball bounced off the curb and into the road towards Leonardo’s direction. The child giggled before stepping into the road to retrieve the ball.
Thank the lord that Leonardo was watching her so intently, else he might have been too late to notice the silver car speeding around the corner. The tires of the car squealed against the concrete at the sheer velocity of the vehicle. The girl turned in surprise in the middle of the road, she shrieked and her eyes went wide as the car got closer.
An urgency flared throughout Leonardo’s body and he was moving faster than any human could to pull the child towards him and away from the oncoming car. He bypassed the ball as it bounced harmlessly passed him.
The car whizzed by seemingly not caring about the speed limit. Leonardo looked down at the child that he was holding onto, he scanned her for injuries before letting her go.
Now they were safely on the street, he stepped back from the child and the girl burst into tears. He didn’t know what to do, he didn’t want to scare the child more when she was still recovering from the shock. He offered her a gentle smile and her sobs turned into quiet sniffles.
He picked up the ball that was behind him and held it out to the young girl. She stared at him warily.
“I’m not going to hurt you; this is your ball, isn’t it?” he informed her kindly and the girl nodded her little head slightly. She held her hands out for the ball and he placed it in her palms gently.
Her expression calmed and she looked up at him. “T…thank you for saving me, mister”. The full force of her eyes hit him then, her eyes were so similar to the eyes of the woman he loved.
“No problem, you be careful on these roads from now on, cara mia” he spoke in a light scolding tone. It was only after he’d finished speaking, that he realized that he’d called the child ‘cara mia’, why did that slip out, he thought.
The little girl nodded at him with a wide smile and looked left and right before crossing the road. Leonardo watched her make it safely across the road. She turned back around and waved goodbye to him before skipping off further down the street.
He was a second too late waving back, she’d already turned around before she’d seen it, since when was I so slow, he thought.
It felt like his brain was trying to connect dots, his heart was beating faster than usual but he brushed it all off and continued on his way. Just before he turned the corner, he heard a distant voice.
“Did you have a good day at school, Y/n?”
Upon hearing that name, Leonardo spun around quickly and his eyes zeroed in on the same child he had just saved, she was at the front of a door step.
“Yes mommy, we learnt there are all sorts of languages in the world, it was so cool”
Leonardo’s heart was beating too fast now. His brain was trying to rationalize with his heart telling him it could just be an incredible coincidence that the child that reminded him so much of his cara mia was also called Y/n.
It was at this moment that Leonardo recalled a memory from his time with Y/n.
“Tell me something about your childhood” he had suggested to her
It was late at night; she was lying on his chest as he carded his fingers through her soft hair.
She pondered for a moment before speaking. “Ah, I thought of something, so when I was about 6 years old, my parents and I painted our mailbox, I painted a pink flower right in the middle and I was so proud of it, the last I saw of it, the paint was all faded and you could hardly see it”
At the time he had hummed at her story and imagined her as a child, laughing with her family with paint on her cheeks.
He snapped out of the memory with a start, his eyes scanning the garden for a mailbox, he wasn’t sure if he was hoping it really was her or not.
Then he saw it, right at the front of the fence, a white mailbox with a freshly painted pink flower in the middle. His breath caught as he stared at it with wide eyes. The girl had long entered her home and the door had long closed.
It was her; he was sure of this now. The young girl he just saved was his cara mia long before she met him. He stared at the house for a few more long minutes before prying his eyes off it and turning around.
It was hard to not turn back around but he continued down the street. He’d been in her life before they even knew each other.
He was never necessarily looking for her but now he’d found her all his morals dissipated and at this moment he knew that there was no doubt he wouldn’t end up walking down this street again one day.
Talking to her again though was out of the question, as much as he might want to. He didn’t want to accidently change history. He’s missed her so much for decades now and when she got older, he could love her in this time instead and get to be with her again but he wouldn’t, it would ruin everything they built together because if he did that then their time together in the 19th century never would have happened.
He'd walked far enough now that the house was no longer in sight. He took a deep breath and prepared himself to carry on living without her for all eternity.
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Hmmm. So Comte, Vlad and Leonardo are purebloods and purebloods are born, so theu could in theory knock up MC and they would have a baby. So my thought is, WHAT IF that would happen AND then MC would actually turn to pure blood too? Or what if when having sex while her having her days she would turn to pureblood? So that is how purebloods would actually being made, having sex when human having her days. Which would be why there aren't so many purebloods because not many like having sex while on their days. I would LOVE to read a fic where one of them would have sex while MC is on her days and Boom, she turns slowly to pureblood. I especially would want to see Leonardo's reaction! And of course Vlad's and Comte's reactions too. Because i bet they wouldn't know about it either.
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Hello! I can’t believe the rude anon the other day!! :( some people are so rude!! But the weekend event is exciting! if you’re still taking requests, would you write quality time with Leonardo? I feel like quality time with him would be so relaxing! Painting or reading together, or one of the other million things Leo can do! Even just napping together would be so nice and chill. Thank you for hosting events like these! They’re always so fun <3
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Hi anon! Thanks for the sweet thought <3 Am fine though so no worries, it takes more than that to bring me down!
Honestly I was so excited to see an ikevamp request for this event because it's been a hot minute since I last wrote anything for this :,) So when I saw both Theo and Leo stand in my inbox I was so happy to deliver!
Leonardo is indeed huge on quality time! And thank you so much for sending in a request <3
genre: fluff
warnings: none
As a pure blooded vampire, Leonardo is aware of how precious time is. Not to him, he has plenty of it. But human life is fleeting, in comparison to the thousand years he’s lived and still has ahead of him. So every tick of his wrist watch reminds him of how little time he has with you. Of how little time he has with you in the grand scheme of things.
A big part of him tries to forget about this, the idea of a life without you, something he cannot fathom, something he does not want to imagine. For the moment he does his heart plummets down to his stomach and his lungs press to his throat.
And he knows that dwelling on this wouldn’t do either of you any good. For there is no use in wishing time could stop when time has no other master but itself.
So Leonardo settles for enjoying every day, every hour, every minute and every second he gets to spend by your side.
It does not matter what you are doing, as long as he is by your side, as long as he can see your smile and hear your voice, his world lives through your eyes.
Sometimes you just sit together in his room or in the library, book in hand and Lumière on your lap, Leonardo’s head resting on your shoulder as you read to him. He doesn’t care about the genre, anything suits him as long as you are the one reading.
“A fairy tale book, Cara Mia?” He says, inspecting the title and summary of the book you had just retrieved from one of the many shelves in Comte’s mansion’s library.
“Yes, I often read this book as a kid!” You beam at him, a bright smile that fills his chest with warmth.
“Okay then, let us begin.”
And the two of you sit together, Leonardo’s attention swinging between the expressions on your features and the story.
Sometimes it is him teaching you one of his many skills. Varying from painting, to chess, to repairing things to fabricking new things out of scratch.
“Gosh I can’t do this!” Your hands fall at your side, shoulders sagging as you stare disapprovingly at the broken watch in front of you.
Leonardo allows himself a chuckle, gently looping his arms around you from behind and scooping the broken mechanism in his hands, “Now, now, now. No need to get frustrated, Cara. Look.”
And he doesn’t care how much time it takes for you to understand or get the hang of it, simply happy to share his knowledge with you and watch you acquire new skills by his side.
“See? Was it worth giving me that pout?”
Leonardo is all for partaking in your hobbies too, whatever they may be. Even if he is not good at it. If just for a sight of your smile.
“Santo Cielo, what have I done to deserve such a beautiful smile?”
And sometimes it is just him following you into the streets of Paris to run errands when his time table allows it, which is pretty often. The two of you aren’t doing anything special per se, simply enjoying one another’s presence as you do what you have to do and carry on with your day.
“Let me carry this for you, Cara Mia.” Leonardo’s hands cover your own as he fetches the bag from your hands, “Now where do we need to go next?”
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Comte's Ghost Mansion (IkeVamp; Luigi's Mansion AU) Part 2
a/n: Decided to get this one out soon since Part 1 was more of a prologue. Happy reading! ✨
Tags: Humor, Crack treated seriously, Luigi's Mansion AU, Spooky scary spectral vampires, Ghostbuster MC
WordCount: ~1200 words
Characters: You, Ghost!Mozart, Comte (mentioned)
Previous: Part 1
Next: Part 3
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You lifted the oil lamp given to you by Sebastian to fight off the cold gloom of the mansion, shielding you with a warm, orange barrier. Your eyes adjusted to the darkness eventually. Trotting up the stairs, you opted to explore the east wing first.
A long hallway stretched before you, similar to the one you woke up in, if not the same one. Framed pictures hung against the wall that you passed by. Most of them were generic landscape paintings. You stopped at one that had a name engraved under it.
'Le Comte de Saint-Germain.'
It was terribly dusty. Curious, you removed the dust with the vacuum.
The force of its suction was much stronger than you expected. It latched onto the painting so hard you feared it would crumble and tear.
You, being an amateur at this, could not escape the dust storm that ensued from prying the vacuum off, sending you into a sneezing fit. You stumbled, crashing into something with your elbow. The crash of something fragile froze you in place. It sounded like porcelain.
Little embers illuminated the crime scene. You vacuumed the floor as well as you could, but the larger pieces remained as incriminating evidence. You pushed them under a chair, your sole witness, and hurried along.
“What Sebastian doesn’t know won’t hurt me,” you convinced yourself.
You peeked behind you, discerning if it was hidden enough from a distance. The darkness helped. For now.
Turning the corner, you slowed down to catch your breath. Oddly enough, lively piano music could be heard at the end of this new hallway. It was a catchy melody, one that had you walking in step with the tempo. It was hypnotizing in the way it made you forget what happened earlier. You followed the sound to its source, opening every door on the way. They were all locked.
“Aha!” Right outside where the music was loudest, the click of the doorknob meant you could go through.
You were met with a lone fortepiano in the middle of a pristine white room. Along one wall were instrument cases, probably for violins or violas. You struggled to tell them apart. From an arched window, moonlight peeked between the clouds, reflecting off the white keys in a heavenly glow. Little wispy particles danced in the air as the piano keys played themselves.
You stepped closer, mesmerized by the music, cheerful and uplifting. Familiar, the kind of merry tune that gathers dancing folk at a festival. The day before you visited the Louvre museum, you attended an orchestra concert celebrating Mozart’s 268th birthday. That must be where you heard it.
The piano played its last chord, drawing out its sound until it faded naturally. Scribbles appeared on sheet music paper leaning against the piano's rack, transcribed by a floating ink-stained quill. You blinked and tilted your head around the empty seat. Out of curiosity, you pressed some of the keys.
SLAM!
You jumped back and recoiled your hand, for a couple of reasons. One, the piano was out to get you for using it without permission. Two, there was now a fuming phantom-like figure sitting at the piano. His entire form was wrapped in an ethereal light, and you could see through him at certain angles.
“You dare interrupt my creative process?” His voice echoed in the room. “Have you no respect for a musician’s craft?!”
A gentleman, around the same height as Sebastian, stood up (he had no legs, you noted, so perhaps “floated up” may be more apt) and fixed a glare upon you. His white hair reached past his ears with a fringe swept in an arc, partially obscuring his striking lilac eyes. But it could not conceal the ire behind them. His figure towered over you as he drew near. If he was not about to kill you, you may have called him handsome.
“Hey, let’s talk about this,” you stalled as you fumbled to get your vacuum back on. “What you played was beautiful, I just didn’t notice that you were there.”
You could say he lacked stage presence, but you kept that to yourself.
He narrowed his eyes, keeping his distance from you. “That machine… Hmph, I won’t let you capture me that easily.” The instrument cases unzipped themselves, releasing floating violins from their sleep. They hovered beside the paranormal performer, who blocked your path to the exit. The violin strings acted as a crossbow for violin bows that materialized from thin air. They followed your every move.
You ducked just in time, and a violin bow zipped past you and shattered against the wall into a thousand sparks.
This ghost was not messing around!
At last, the vacuum whirred to life. It vibrated incessantly against your back, like a massage chair. Dodging with the machine proved difficult. You used the piano in the center as a shield, but you knew you had to confront the phantom eventually.
Your aim was shaky, but you managed to redirect the violins away from you. They took time to aim each shot. Once you figured out the rhythm of the attacks, you leveraged the downtime between each one to target the paranormal performer.
The tube latched onto his cravat, bending his figure like a boomerang. He flailed and stretched his arms beyond human proportions in search of an anchor. Struggling against his resistance, you cranked up the strength with an unsteady hand.
Stumbling around the room, you strained to keep the tube locked on its target. Try as he might to wiggle his way out, the paranormal performer proved no match against the Poltergust’s power. His shrieks filled the room, oddly melodic like he was singing his last goodbye to the world. Once he was fully captured, only the blare of the vacuum remained.
You breathed heavily, whirling around expecting more ghosts to pop up. Your whole body shook. You blamed the machine’s vibrations against your back. Seeing no further threats, you switched it off. The shaking didn’t stop.
“So,” you said. “Sebastian really was a ghostbuster, then.” And now, so were you.
You picked up the ink-tipped quill that the paranormal performer held. Beside it was a key. You twirled both items between your fingers. Normal to the touch, nothing magical about them.
“Was that one of the ‘esteemed guests’ I was supposed to avoid disturbing?” You scoffed. “Maybe he shouldn’t have disturbed me first!”
Feeling justified in your self-defense, you grabbed the sheet music and the quill and threw them into your item pouch. They seemed ‘of interest’ enough by your standards to return to the butler. At the very least, you had more questions for him. You kept the key in hand, maybe it would unlock one of the doors you passed by.
Stepping out of the room, you walked with a spring in your step. You just faced a ghost! And lived to tell the tale! Now knowing what you were up against, you kept your eyes peeled for any more irregular movements.
After reaching a dead end, you walked back by the broken porcelain in the first hallway. The painting of ‘Le Comte de Saint-Germain’ was still intact. You sighed in relief, and you could actually observe the painting properly.
The subject of the portrait gazed at you with mysterious amber eyes. There was wisdom behind his gaze, like that of a timeworn tome, and a touch of melancholy. His smile was warm and inviting but didn’t quite reach those eyes. Illuminated by the lamp, recognition washed over you. You’ve seen that same sweeping blond hair and tailored suit before.
It was the same man who you met at the Louvre!
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—𝘍𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦
► SYNOPSIS:
Vlad dotes on his pregnant wife.
▍vlad x mc
▍rating: G
▍tags: Pregnancy; Fluff; Married Characters; Domestic bliss; Crochet; Some Humor; mentions of Faust and Charles
▍wordcount: 1,281
▍a/n: Just in time for Vlad's route release day! Have fun with it, everyone! This fic came to me in a vision, and it's very rare for me to just sit down and write those, but here it is. Depending on the reaction this receives (and my personal desire) I might write a pregnancy sex scene with vlad and mc. As a tribute to @aquagirl1978 's kinktober 😉
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Vlad crosses the hallways, trying to hide the spring from his step - it's not like him, not at all, yet this side of him would be one to unfold more and more with each passing day.
He simply cannot help himself; he needs to be inseparable from his little darling. If he is away, how would he dote on her? The caste's walls, slumbering dimly in the afternoon make way for a change of scenery. The garden is buzzing softly with nature's tireless servants, birdwings flutter from above - yet the picture is utterly tranquil. A single bird's song outvoices any other melodic crippling, and it's not a bird at all.
A string is pulled in Vlad's heart. He stays hidden for the time being, a greedy thing he is, knowing she is desiring to see him just as much as he does, yet denying her the pleasure a minute more.
Will she sing that song to their newborn, too? Ah, sweetness rises on Vlad's tongue. He breaks the magic too soon and steps forward in a relaxed manner, approaching the seat she occupies under the shade.
"I'm home, my sweet."
His gaze catches her in time to see it change - relaxed features turning animated as her eyes start to shine.
"Husband, you're early!"
Ah, you definitely shouldn't stand up with so much vigor just to greet me. The thought stays behind Vlad's shut teeth, finding it hard to scold her for anything at all when she is being so adorable. And that's just a nice opportunity to accommodate her on his lap which surely makes for a more luxurious seat.
Vlad smiles, eyes withdrawing from their greeting with hers just for a second - so he can pay attention to what's occupying her hands.
"Crochet again? Haven't I told you, dragă mea? I'll provide with everything you need for our child. Save your strength."
Now seated nice and cozily into his open arms, MC chuckles at his suggestion that such thing holds a chance to tire her. Only her hands are moving, for god's sake, and barely at that.
"I can't help it! The thought of making something myself is way too dear. What do you think?"
Swiftly dodging his scolding, she presents Vlad with a pair of booties in red and baby pink. Only one of them is finished so he picks it up to better examine, and lets out a breathy chuckle at the patch of green at the top made to resemble the calyx of a strawberry.
"They're utmost perfect, my love. But aren't they too small?"
MC's laugher is a small joyful earthquake as her frame shakes into his arms. Her emotions have been so vivid as of lately, he takes notice. His head is contently perched on her shoulder, receiving the small shakes until they quiet down.
"She will be this small, Vlad!"
"Hmm? Really?"
He plays dumb just for a little more, just for the fun of it, thumb pressing into the crocheted piece of fabric to feel the texture. His hands are so, so big in comparison. Despite of his wish to jester, he really does think about it for a second. A creature so unbelievably small, in his hands - he tries to picture it. It's hardly the first time.
A hand circling protectively her belly, he tilts his head in question, remembering her last words.
" 'She'? "
MC smiles where he can't see her, fingers fiddling with the hooked needle but not doing any work. How could she? Her husband once again makes for a great distraction. Settling her craft and tools to the side, she decides she's done with crocheting or the day. Maybe Vlad's distracting visit is her call to move on to the snack she fantasized of earlier. Faust said the tarts should be ready in a bit. He's been busing himself around the kitchen more as of lately - seemingly out of his own accord, but MC knows better that it was his Lord's command to please each and every craving of his pregnant wife in his absence. Thought, Faust is taking on his role a little too well, a little too seriously, in true Faust fashion, his glasses shimmering as he talks about a strict diet of all the nutrition she needs.
A image comes to mind, one of Faust's hair tucked back into a housework headscarf, a baby resting against his shoulder as he supports it with one arm and simultaneously preparing his milk, all while scolding MC…
She cracks up laughing again at the silly product of her own imagination.
"What is my merry wife laughing at now, hmm?"
"Faust would make for a great babysitter."
Vlad's chin nudges her shoulders as he tilts it a little more towards her, genuinely amused by the unexpected reason.
"I suppose he would. I cannot say the same for Charles, though."
The last of MC's laugher dies down in exchange for a harmless click of the tongue, telling Vlad to have some faith in him. He would be great with children! After all, MC is almost starting to think Charles is more excited to meet the baby than the future parents themselves. Or at least, he is more expressive of it. Noone knows how the lord of the house is behind closed doors.
As if to confirm MC's musings, Vlad lowers his face into her shoulder, nose nudging into her like a kitten's. It takes him several more seconds to still completely, never quite getting enough of the feeling of her soft skin against his cheeks.
"We just need to make sure he doesn't feed her too many sweets…"
Vlad opens his eyes halfway, looking at nothing in particular.
"There you go again. Has my darling wife found some futuristic, 21st century-esque way to know of our lovechild's gender before it arrives?"
MC smiles at the gentle touch of Vlad's thumbs dancing around her waist, dipping ever so softly into her love handles.
"The thought has been tempting. But no." Her hands come to cover his. "Just a hitch. That and, the name Fraise has been growing on me as of lately…"
Ah, the one he suggested. The half-finished baby booties come to mind and Vlad's smile is suddenly more dazzling than the sun above.
"I personally love Ichigo just as much."
As much as they feel at home with everything french, the suggestion of a name in MC's native tongue surely makes for blushing cheeks. She'd suggested going with that concept, picking a name which holds the meaning of 'strawberry', in his native tongue, too. Such talks always go off-topic sooner or later, the parents-to-be excited with so many things on the table to think about. And at the same time, not quite hurrying for anywhere.
"I'm sure the right name would come to you as soon as you meet them." Vlad reassures her, planting a kiss against her shoulder. "And, the ones we thought about won't necessarily go to waste…"
MC let out a gasp followed by another series of chuckles as she play-slaps Vlad's strong arm encircling her full belly.
"Not planning to leave my oven empty for a moment, are you?"
Vlad gives into soft chuckles as well, shamelessly liking the sounding of that.
"We promised each other a big family."
We did. MC sighs, exaggerating tiredness of what is to come when in truth she fears being spoiled rotten the most. She's not sure what she is to do with herself with so much more dotting behavior to come. But that's not all.
She should really pose the issue of getting more creative with name ideas. Otherwise, they'd end up with a strawberry field of a family…
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Journal Entries From Anya’s Diary - Ikemen Vampire
Pairing: Vlad x Anya Nosferatu (OC)
Summary: History may have changed their story, but Anya’s diary never changes. Historians have named them the world’s most renowned couple, the setting stage for the modern day romance. This is a story of two beings who's fates easily intertwined with one another, and who were always destined to find each other, no matter how long it took to get them there.
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Notes: This is my wishing a very happy birthday to @readerinsertfanfiction. Nemo, it has been an absolute pleasure to get to know you over the past few months and I can’t wait to see how our friendship blossoms even more. I hope this next year is filled with plenty of happiness, and that all of your wishes come true.
6th June, 1887
Today, Vlad took me to a bookstore. I thought the library he had in the castle was huge, but nothing other than Father’s collection compares to this shop. From the floor to the ceiling, it was filled to the brim with books. I couldn’t keep a smile off my face!
Despite my telling him not to, Vlad would load every book I even touched into a basket. At the end, I think we ended up with 37 books. I realized halfway through what he was doing, and so I stopped touching books I knew I’d have no interest in.
Now, Vlad’s promising that he’ll make sure to help start a library of my very own for me in the castle. He said he wants a place for me to call my own other than my bedroom. He said he’ll make sure it has big windows, and will overlook the garden. I am… very appreciative of all he’s done for me.
I don’t know how to repay him. Maybe I’ll go pick some fresh strawberries for him sometime.
13th June, 1887
Charles-Henri and I went into Paris today. He was bothering Vlad, so he was sent to pick up some groceries and asked me to tag along. When he complained about being hungry while shopping, I happily gave him one of the croissants from my pocket. Charles still hasn’t figured out how I do that, and I think he’s convinced I’ve got some sort of magic powers. Truth is, I hand sew new pockets into my skirts so that I have room for some food. I don’t know if it’s because growing up I wasn’t sure when my next meal was, or if I like to keep Charles and Faust guessing, or if it’s the fact that it’s nice to have something for impromptu tea parties at times, but it’s become a habit of mine now, and not one I intend to break.
Charles-Henri is the sort of brother I always wanted but never had. Out of everyone in the castle, he and I spend the most time together. When we wake up early in the morning, he always lets me help in the kitchen, despite the fact that I am so hopeless that I can burn a pot of water! He always laughs, ruffles my hair, and fixes whatever mistake I made.
I have gotten pretty good at slicing up strawberries, however. Before, I would end up slicing my thumb and ruining the bowl of strawberries - although, Vlad usually just rinsed them off and ate them anyways - but now, I can avoid slicing into any skin and have actually even been able to cut them up to look like pathetic little flowers. Vlad loves them, and I love seeing that smile on his face when I give them to him.
30th June, 1887
I think I’m driving Vlad crazy.
Faust keeps asking me to try his experiments. I go along with it, because I’m bored, and because I know nothing can kill me. Whenever I do try something that Faust hands to me, Vlad kind of just watches from afar. He has that gentle smile on his face, the one he usually has, but his eyes burn like fire and I know seeing me put myself in danger - although never life altering - is starting to get to him.
I think he cares more about me than he would like to admit.
I think I like the idea of that.
Faust just looks on between us in utter amusement when this happens now. I think he’s more interested in his hypothesis of me and Vlad, than he is with how my body reacts to his new concoctions. I’ve noticed he’s stopped taking notes every time I eat something, and instead sits and observes Vlad’s reactions.
Vlad never gives away much. I don’t even know how much Faust gets from watching all of this happen. What I do know is that it’s always enough for me to get silly butterflies in my stomach like I’m a schoolgirl with a crush.
Maybe I need to take a page from Faust and write all of this down as well. Conduct experiments to help me come to a conclusion about my feelings.
Will come back about that at a later time.
2nd July, 1887
We got an invitation in the mail today. An old friend of Vlad’s is throwing a ball for her 326th birthday. She invited Vlad, Charles-Henri, and Faust. I wasn’t on the invitation, but Vlad says that you’re always expected to bring a partner to events like this, so he asked me to come as his. As this was happening, Charles was pouting. I think he knows that if I end up going as Vlad’s partner, that he and I will not be able to sneak off to explore around and get drunk. That does sound tempting, but I accepted Vlad’s offer.
Something about showing up in a public setting as his partner just sounds so… inviting. I know that by his side, I will have a great time. I always do.
Vlad insisted on taking me to get a new gown for this ball. I told him that wasn’t necessary; I have plenty of nice things to wear. He brushed off my concerns, and we agreed to go into town tomorrow to a dress shoppe, and he promised to take me out to lunch afterwards.
I’m looking forward to spending this extra time with him.
12th July, 1887
The ball was wonderful. It was elegant, joyous, and filled with… romance! It was just like something out of one of the novels that Vlad purchased for me.
Vlad ordered two different carriages; one for him, Charles-Henri, and Faust. The other for me. He insisted he didn’t want to see me all dressed up before he was able to bow before me and ask me to dance. Charles informed me of this with a wicked grin on his face, almost like he knew of a secret he was keeping from me.
When I had arrived, Charles met me outside and escorted me out of my carriage, informing the staff at the front gates that I was Vlad’s partner. They bowed for me, and let Charles show me the way in. The music was already lively and there were couples twirling all around on the dance floor, yet I was barely able to glance at them before Vlad was standing in front of me.
He bowed, his gleaming eyes never left my face. If I had a heartbeat, I’m sure I would have heard it rushing in my ears.
It felt like a fairy tale.
Without even speaking, he held his hand out to me and I grasped it. And then he pulled me in, whisked me onto the dance floor and I had never felt more safe and loved than I ever had in that moment.
Before the last song played, Vlad pulled me in close, his lips brushed my ear and he admitted his love for me. Before I could respond, he started dancing again, our bodies even closer than we were before.
I’ll never forget that bright smile on his face as he finished the dance with one last vow. Nor will I forget the feel of his lips against mine in the carriage ride home.
12th July, 1987
100 years spent loving each other, and yet I still find more reasons every day to love him.
100 years spent loving each other, but it still feels like only 10.
I will never take this love for granted. For all we’ve been through, for all we’ve lost, for all we’ve gained, nothing will be as special as the bond we’ve built together.
In honor of our anniversary, Vlad had 100 blood red roses preserved into a picture frame and hung in our shared bedroom, right over the headboard of our bed. In my many centuries, this was one present I will be able to cherish forever, without worrying about it fading away with time.
Vlad is currently downstairs, all of the staff members of the Castle are being worked around like crazy while he tries to get the ballroom set up just the way he would like. While our dear friend is turning 426 years old today, he threw this party specifically to celebrate our century of love. We of course had to tell most people that we’re celebrating only a decade together, although even that seems hard to believe for some people, since we look so young.
He had the dress I wore on the night he confessed his love to me altered so it would fit in during this day and age. Vlad said he wanted to relive that night the best he could.
I relive it every time I close my eyes. It still feels like almost yesterday.
Happy anniversary, my love. I’m hopeful for many more.
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