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mangolover · 3 years

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Creature of The Dark part 3 (Theodorus van Gogh x reader)

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Find part two here

Title: Creature of The Dark (part 3)

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire / Ikevamp / Ikevam

Pairing: Theodorus van Gogh x gn! reader, Vincent van Gogh x gn! reader (platonic)

Genre: Angst, comfort

Warnings: nightmares, not eating properly, mentions of losing job, mentions of being homeless, argument, dark thoughts, mentions of a unhealthy relationship (lack of comunication), depression(?), swearing, shouting, breaking glass, breaking porcelain, humilation, betrayal, snow, mentions of time

Spoilers: Theo’s route

Word Count: 2600+ (six pages...)

Description: He broke yet another promise and you cut ties with the whole mansion, trying to live on your own in city. Losing your job and getting kicked out, you didn’t know where else to go but to the art gallery.

Part 2: Going to the gallery was a bad idea and you become aware of that after the same mistakes got repeated and sparked an argument. Now you are sitting on a bench in the park, feeling hopeless until a faimilliar figure comes to your aid.

Part 3: You secretly came back to the mansion with the help of the Vincent, and as much as he helped you, it all came crashing down when you were discovered by Theodorus. Now all that’s left is to finally find the shadow in the darkness.

This has some first person perspective, but it’s mostly 2nd perspective.

Dark thoughts are going to be present throughout whole series, so proceed with caution.

Only nightmares are explored a bit deeper, everything else is pretty much just mentioned, but if anything is triggering to you, please skip this one.

Also, when somthing is writen like this ('example'), it's from the suitor's point of view or their thoughts, not reader's.

I am making this in multiple parts, temptation won this time.

Enjoy!

Pointing to the place on bench next to you, he asks “may I sit here?“ And you just nod while scooping away, wanting to give him as much space as possible. “Thank you, Y/n!”

Vincent was always a reliable friend and a sense of comfort would wash over you whenever you saw his angelic smile. He and Theo were like hell and heaven, polar opposites. However, you were glad to have someone like Vincent to call your friend. ‘Or is he your friend anymore?’

“How have you been?” you looked up at Vincent who was staring I front of him, his hands placed on his lap and you mirrored his actions, straightening your posture and averting your gaze before answering.

“I’ve been good. I found a job and a place to stay. But I think it’s time to go back to my own time” you tried to sound as casual as possible, hoping you hid your emotions well, just like Theo always did.

“And how are you doing now?” but Vincent could see through a mask even as good as Theo’s.

“I…” you considered your next words, “I could be doing better. Some obstacles came along the way, but don’t worry! It’ll be better soon!” you turned towards him and gave him a strained smile, not knowing who you are trying to fool exactly. You were lying to both of you, but that was for the best.

Vincent turned to look at you with a worried expression. He was suspicious because you stayed there last night and now you didn’t even go ‘home’. “How about we go pick something to eat? For old time’s sake.”

You were about to refuse before Vincent gave you a dazzling smile and extended his hand out to you, “I’m not taking no for an answer, Y/n.” That was the end of the story as you took his hand and Vincent took you to get something to eat in a nearby café that was surprisingly still open.

Once you were seated and ordered your food and drink of choice, after Vincent insisted it was his treat, you fell into a somewhat comfortable silence. There was still tension in the air, no doubt, but it was better than when you were with Theo.

“I’m sorry for leaving without a proper explanation to all of you except Comte” you broke the silence with a voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s alright” to your surprise Vincent didn’t sound mad, his voice and face were full of understanding. “We were worried when even Comte couldn’t find you but considering how Theo was acting when you left and today’s situation, I understand.”

You let a smile grace your features, “thank you Vincent.”

“But please, don’t disappear on us again. The mansion is not the same without you” he looked sincerely sad. “Do you have a place to stay the night?” his voice was low and warm.

“O-of course! I told you I found a place to stay” you are sure your stutter sold you out.

Vincent didn’t even need to say anything, he just gave you a stern look and you lowered the gaze, embarrassment painting your face. “I don’t…”

“You can always come back to the mansion; I’m sure Comte would understand.”

“That is not an option. I left and cut contact with everyone” you let out a sigh. “Why do you even want to have anything with me?” Vincent looked at you in surprise. (‘Just how much have you suffered this 4 months Y/n?’)

“Because you are my friend. And we all care about you.” His reasoning was simple, but you couldn’t understand it. ‘Just why?’

“I don’t think going back to the mansion is a good idea” Vincent was ready to hear you out, always a shoulder to lean on. “Arthur will be there and he might be upset with me because Theo is his best friend. And I left Sebastian when he needed me the most. Isaac just started opening up to me and then I left. And Mozart will be annoyed by all the commotion.” You dreaded to tell who you feared to see the most, “and Theo will be there and I doubt it’s a good idea for us to see each other again.”

Vincent went quiet for a moment before speaking again, seemingly trying to work out the best solution. “The door doesn’t open for at least two more weeks. And I can’t let you sleep outside, so how about for at least tonight stay in the mansion?”

You felt uneasiness even if you knew Vincent just wanted the best for you. “I could sneak you in and you can stay in my room so others won’t notice you.”

Even if he knew that explaining why he was sneaking someone into his room last night was going to be tough and that he’s going to have to lie, he was ready to do anything for you.

“Do you promise I am not bothering?” you wanted to make sure he is one hundred precent sure about what he’s offering. Vincent nodded firmly just as your food came to your table and you both dug in, for once in so long you didn’t feel so alone.

Once you were both done eating and Vincent settled the bill, you made your way outside. Snow started falling outside and both you and Vincent enjoyed the view of the first now of a year for a bit. The snowflakes danced around the sky and landed everywhere, one of them landed on the tip of your nose which made Vincent laugh.

To him you looked like an ethereal angel in that moment. He understood why Theo had fallen for you, but to him you will never be more than a friend or a sister that he so desperately wants to protect from this cruel world, no matter the price.

Eventually, you fetched a carriage and started to make your way deep into the woods where Comte’s residence stood tall and hidden from the eyes of common folk. The long ride continued into the night, to which you were grateful as it gave you a bit more of a cover. Now all you needed was to be sneaky and you could go unspotted. Vincent draped his coat over your shoulders to conceal you even more. Wrapping his hand around your wrist, he guided you into the mansion and into his room, checking that the path was always clear of any other residents.

Everything was going smoothly until he opened the door of his room and saw Arthur down the hall, quickly he pushed you into the room and shut the door behind you signaling you to keep quiet and all you two could hear was a whistle and a quiet chuckle as Arthur’s footsteps faded away.

“That was close” Vincent let out a breath he had been holding before smiling at you.

“I’m sorry Vincent,” you were feeling embarrassed and guilty, “knowing Arthur, everyone will know you sneaked someone in the next morning and Theo will not let you off the hook so easily.”

Vincent gazed at you for a bit before bopping the tip of your nose and letting out a giggle. “I told you it was alright, now go get settled for the sofa. I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“You can’t be serious Vincent. I was ready to sleep outside on a bench, even the floor is perfectly fine for me.”

In the end, you two agreed that he can sleep on the floor, but he gets the blanket and the pillow from the sofa. He turned out the lights and you stared through the big window in his room. The moon cast its light and illuminated everything. ‘Maybe this was why Vincent became a painter? So he could etch the images like this onto the canvas, marking them for all eternity.’ Sleep won’t be coming to you anytime soon, but you just hoped nightmares won’t chase you once again.

However, your hope was all in vain.

Nightmares of losing Theo to L’Académie. Him yelling at you while you are shaking in the corner, his fangs out making him look like a monster. Each time you opened your eyes from one nightmare, another one came as soon as you closed them again. The last one was everyone you knew, even your own self laughing at you as you were freezing, telling you it’s your fault for burning bridges and trying to act like you’ve got it all together. You woke up with tears in your eyes and you gasped as you woke up, you started hyperventilating and it must’ve woken up Vincent because he was crouching next to you in a flash, one hand holding yours and other on your back, rubbing in soothing motion.

“That’s right, just deep breaths Y/n, it was just a nightmare” he probably had experience when Theo had nightmares when they were kids. “I’m here okay, just relax.” Your breathing got regular in a few minutes before you flung your arms around Vincent and sobbed in his shoulder. He only pulled you closer in his embrace and let you cry it out. You were under a lot of stress and it was normal for you to break at one point. At least he was there to be your rock.

“Do you want me to go get you something?” he asked you in a soft voice once you got a hold of yourself.

“No, thank you, I don’t need anything.” You smiled at his kindness. “Thank you for helping me calm down.”

“Always Y/n, that’s what friends are for” the warmest smile was on his lips.

“Could…” you were embarrassed to ask him, but maybe that would help you finally get some peaceful sleep. “could you sleep with me on the sofa? You don’t need to if you’re uncomfortable, you’ve already done so much-“

“Scoot over” he picked up the blanket and the pillow. Covering you with the blanket, he wrapped his arm around you and leaned into your back. “Sweet dreams, Y/n.”

“Thank you, Vincent, sleep well!”

This time you had a dreamless sleep, but you were grateful Vincent made sure you were comfortable, even if it’s only for one night. Now the pressing question was, what to do in the morning? It will be harder to leave and what if Arthur recognized you? He was extremely smart individual. You let out a sigh as you woke up when the sun has already started climbing the sky. ‘Damn it! I missed my chance to slip unnoticed!’ But what to do now? You hoped Vincent had any idea, but he wasn’t here?

If anyone walks in, you are doomed. Even worse if they see you laying on his sofa. You were Theo’s old lover, not his brother’s. As you stood in the middle of the room panicking, regretting every choice that got you to this point, the door started opening and you froze on the spot. ‘Come on God, kill me now so I don’t have to suffer any longer.’ However, to your surprise it was just Vincent, bringing you breakfast.

“You startled me” you let yourself relax a bit when Vincent closed the door behind him.

“Arthur asked about ‘the mysterious person that went into my room last night’.” Oh no… “I asked him not to tell anyone and that nothing happened.” Knowing Arthur, Theo already knows and is just trying to process everything.

“I-“

“Don’t even think about apologizing. It’s okay” it’s like he read your mind. “I also asked Comte about the door and about you.” He handed you the breakfast and you gladly accepted it.

“He told me that if any of us has seen you, we can bring you back to the mansion if you ever need anything. Our home is always going to be your home too.” You carefully mulled over Comte’s alleged words in your mind. Still, there were 9 more vampires who probably didn’t want anything to do with you. “I haven’t seen Theo, though.”

Once again you felt like you hit a dead end. Only this time, there was a wall behind you and you had nowhere to go. Whatever you choose, it’s not going to end well. But you know you are going to have to confront either the residents or Theo once he barges into Vincent’s room.

Maybe it’s better if you go and thank Comte before leaving, new day’s a new chance after all, right?

“Could we go see Comte?” you were ready for rejection, but to your surprise Vincent beamed with happiness. (‘That’s it Y/n, baby steps.’) “I want to thank him for everything and apologize for coming unannounced.”

“Sure, but first finish your breakfast” he sat down on the sofa, looking relaxed as ever. “You need to regain your strength.”

You wanted to answer, but your mouth was full and you didn’t want to accidentally spit some food onto the angelic painter that got you this far. Vincent laughed as you struggled to swallow and reply.

“You are going to choke if you don’t eat it properly!” Vincent scolded you.

“Sor-“ however you were cut off by door slamming open and Theo and Arthur barging in.

You jumped out of surprise, the plate in your hands fell out of your hands, porcelain shattering into million pieces, just like your heart. The color was drained out of your face as if you saw a ghost. A lump came to your throat and restricted your breathing, your heart threatening to jump out of your chest, a cold sweat coated your body.

Vincent jumped as well, a deeply rooted panic only getting worse when he realized just who has come unannounced. His younger boer and his author friend. The same shock could be seen on Theo’s face, eyes darting between you and Vincent. What is he thinking? ‘Does he think me and Vincent slept together? Or worse, does he feel betrayed? And what about Arthur? Vincent can hold Theo off, but I have no chance against the two of them.’

Even if the old clock kept on tickling, the precious time getting lost like sand in wind, it seemed as if everything stopped. No one moved a muscle anymore. Breathing stopped. Even Arthur was speechless, his emotions finally out in the open, he seemed confused, almost hurt. ‘But that’s just your mind playing tricks on you, right Y/n?’

Theo finally broke the trance and Vincent instinctively took a step back towards you, trying to shield you from their eyes.

“What?” is all Theo muttered, however. It seemed like he wasn’t even mad, just utterly confused, betrayed. “What’s the meaning of this? Boer what is Y/n doing in your room?!” He raised his voice and you flinched. But neither you nor Vincent found the voice to explain just what’s happening. Letting out a sigh and casting his glance down, Theo walked away, his pace fast, his strides long and his nails cutting into his palms. The commotion brought Leonardo and Sebastian to Vincent’s room and you felt like you might pass out. Your worst nightmares came to life and now Vincent needs to pay the price as well.

One casted glance from Vincent over his shoulder was however all you needed to find the strength and courage to run past the stunned vampires and the butler, following into the direction Theo went.

You don’t have a plan; you almost never did. However, all you know is that Theo needs to understand and that silence won’t bring you two anywhere. You followed him out of the mansion and into the woods.

There are shadows in the dark, you finally remember that and you are ready to show that to your lover as well, it’s now or never.

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ga-yuu · 3 years

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Ikemen Genjiden ~ Ibuki 1st Birthday Story ~ “A Lewd Play”

(As expected, Kyoto is a beautiful city! Although its different from Kamakura.)

I was visiting Kyoto alongside with Yoritomo-sama and Kagetoki-san, for some business related matters....

After introducing me to some high officials and greeting them, they were kind enough to let me enjoy my free time this way.

Kid 1: “Are you sure?”

Kid 2: “Yes. I am.”

(Ah, these kids. Looks interesting.)

Few children ran past me while I was walking. While watching them with a smile....

???: “Hey, do you not want to hide?”

Yuno: “Hm?”

Suddenly I heard a voice and I turned around.

Kid: “You have to hide or a demon will catch you.”

(....! How beautiful.)

(Maybe his face....no, his eyes are more captivating.)

Kid: “What’s with that look?”

His voice was surprisingly matured, considering the elaborated make-believe appearance.

Yuno: “Even if you warn me....I will be fine because I’m an adult.”

I looked at the little boy and smiled back.

(Anyway, where is he from?)

(He is wearing fancy clothes which means he is obviously not a commoner....Maybe you’re a son of some high ranking official?)

Yuno: “Hey, what is your name?”

Kid: “Ibuki.”

Yuno: “I’m Yuno.”

(I know its none of my business, but I feel like it’s dangerous for a child like him to be walking around by himself...)

Yuno: “Ibuki-kun, aren’t your family members with you?”

Ibuki: “No, I’m lost.” (With most deceiving saddest expression but at the same time its cute.)

Yuno: “....I have never seen a kid like you getting lost. Hmmm. Would you like me to help you find your way back home?”

I don’t want to leave him by himself and so I made an offer....

Ibuki: “Will you?”

His clear blue eyes stared at me, and the little red lips drew an arc.

Yuno: “Yeah. Let’s get you home before the sun goes down.”

Ibuki: “Okay. Let’s go.”

Ibuki-kun walked up right next to me and took my hand as a matter of course.

Ibuki: “This way.”

Yuno: ‘Eh? Okay.”

I followed Ibuki-kun, who pulls my hand and started walking.

(Although he’s lost, he walks without any hesitation,...)

Yuno: “By the way, Ibuki-kun. How old are you?”

(He looks like he’s ten or twelve...)

I asked that while feeling a peculiar heat from his his palm radiating my body.

Ibuki: “I’m 1200 years old.”

Yuno: “Huh? Wait....Don’t make fun of me.”

Ibuki-kun laughed at my ridiculous response.

Yuno: “ If you’re like this from a young age, I’m worried about your future.”

Ibuki: “Heh, this is the first time someone is worried about my future. Also, I made a mistake. I’m aging one more year today.”

(Ah)

Yuno: “Is today your birthday?”

Ibuki: “Yeah.”

Yuno: “Congratulations! I mean......You’re not teasing me this time, right?”

Ibuki: “You’re a ruthless person to doubt an innocent child, Yuno.” (Innocent? huh!)

Ibuki-kun, lifts one end of his lips which didn’t seem innocent.

Yuno: “If it’s your birthday today, you have to go home quickly and celebrate.”

Ibuki: “Nobody lives with me. So it doesn’t matter.”

Yuno: “No one...”

(I know that’s not possible, but what’s going on?)

Ibuki-kun peeked at my face when I didn’t speak.

Ibuki: “If you’re going to look like that, will you celebrate my birthday, Yuno?”

(Hm?)

When I stared back at him in dismay, I saw a somewhat amused color in Ibuki-kun’s eyes.

(Maybe because he doesn’t have a family, might be the reason to his matured personality...)

When I think about that, I feel like I can’t leave him alone.

Yuno: “Okay. I can’t stay long, but I’m happy if I can.”

Ibuki: “Okay.”

Seeing Ibuki laughing with satisfaction, I also relaxed.

(I have to celebrate his birthday properly.)

Yuno: “Oh, wait.”

After asking him to wait, I quickly ran to a nearby store. Without him notice, I bought him a small gift and then we made our way towards Ibuki’s house.

When the sky turned red, we made it------

Ibuki: “Welcome, make yourself at home.”

Yuno: “Um..yes.”

Ibuki guided me to a house in the outskirts of the town without hesitation.

Yuno: “.....So. Is this where you actually live?”

Ibuki: “Is it strange?”

Yuno: “Because, this atmosphere is different from any kid’s room.”

The room, that Ibuki-kun claims is his, had a somewhat lewd atmosphere.

Ibuki: “I’m the only one who lives here. But I did bring many guests before.”(But seems like no one has made it alive!!)

The light coming from the window illuminates Ibuki-kun’s cheeks. For some reason, I felt a shiver run down my spine at a mysterious premonition.

Ibuki: “What’s wrong?”

Yuno: “......”

(Something is wrong. Ibuki-kun looks much more.....frightening.)

I unconsciously backtracked to Ibuki-kun who is approaching me.

Ibuki: “It’s not wrong but don’t you think its too late to be vigilant.”

Yuno: “Eh.....”

That’s when Ibuki-kun rolled up his long sleeve and I saw what looked like a very old looking bracelet. The moment he took it off-----

(.....!)

Ibuki (Daddy version): “That’s why I warned you before,didn’t I?. You have to hide from demons.”

Yuno: “You.....”

(What is happening.)

Ibuki-kun, who I thought was a small kid, is now transformed into a young man in front of me. He has two horns growing on his head and had bright blonde hair.

Yuno: “Oni....”

When I was surprised, the young man----Ibuki, laughed as if he was amused.

Ibuki (Daddy version): “Correct.”

(No. I must not space out like this, I have to run away!)

My body moved as if it sensed danger and I ran to the door.

Yuno: “Eh.....Why won’t this open.”

Ibuki (Daddy version): “Oh yeah, I locked the door with a magic spell. Do you think a human could leave safely after entering a devil’s den.”

(That’s....)

I stared at Ibuki as hard as I could with my back to the door.

Yuno: “What are you going to do to me? Maybe this has something to do with the rebels...”

Ibuki (Daddy version): “I know one guy from the rebels, but other than that, this not has nothing to do with them.”

Yuno: “Then...?”

Ibuki (Daddy version): “Don’t worry, I approached you because I have a personal interest in you. That’s it.”

(I’m pretty sure he’s hiding something....but what does he want....)

At least there is no murderous intent in Ibuki’s eyes. Even so, I can’t let my guard down and be weak....

Ibuki: “So. How long are you going to stand there? Don’t you want to celebrate my birthday?”

(.....How serious are you?)

I can’t read anything from Ibuki’s teasing tone.

Yuno: “I only wanted to celebrate your birthday, because you were posing as little kid.”

Ibuki (Daddy version): “Isn’t it your fault for not checking in advance if I am suspicious or not? Humans only see the surface. That’s what’s so cute about them.”

I looked at Ibuki while being confused as he continues to speak with amusement.

Yuno: “I made a promise and I’m not comfortable breaking it. But.... I really don’t know what you’re thinking. What’s your purpose?”

Ibuki (Daddy version): “That’s simple. If you managed to satisfy me, I’ll let you go.”

His blue eyes gleamed dangerously and my heart pounds with an anticipation. He takes my hand invitingly and brings me closer.

Yuno: “Wait....”

Ibuki (Daddy version): “It’s okay. There’s plenty of time. For you, that is.”

(Ah)

As he sweetly bites my finger, my shoulders bounce.

Yuno: “Mm...why...why are you doing this?”

Ibuki (Daddy version): “Say my name.”

Yuno: “Ngh........Ibuki!”

In the midst of my spinning thoughts, I reflexively called out his name as requested.

Ibuki (Daddy version): “Well done.”

As if to maintain the anticipation...Ibuki’s fingertips slowly unties my hair.

Ibuki (Daddy version): “Yuno. It’s just a for fun. So relax.”

(............)

A sweet dangerous sensation hits my body as he hugs me.

Yuno: “Mm.”

When I felt his lips touching me neck, my voice slipped out.

(This is not good.)

My body became numb at the feeling of his tongue. But then my body follows Ibuki’s words and I relaxed.

Ibuki (Daddy version): “You like this, don’t you?”

Yuno: “.....Let go. You’ve had enough, haven’t you?”

Ibuki (Daddy version): “No way. Demons are greedy. At this rate, I’ll have to devour you completely.” (No wonder your son is Kurama. You raised him just like you.)

(Wait....)

Yuno: “ Are you saying that you’re literally....?”

Ibuki chuckled when I asked him fearfully.

Ibuki (Daddy version): “We are not little kids. Of course, you know what I meant.”

The touch of his fingertips at my throat tickled and made my body heat up.

Ibuki (Daddy version): “Or do you want me to celebrate and please you in some other way?”

His fingertips slides down from my throat, tracing the curves of my body teasingly.

(This is bad. If I don’t quickly satisfy Ibuki....then!)

When I tried to work my head, I caught something in the corner of my eyes.

Yuno: “Oh yeah, the gift!”

Ibuki (Daddy version): “Hm?”

I pulled away from Ibuki’s body and picked up the gift and pressed it against his chest.

Yuno: “I bought this while we were in town....It for your birthday, so take it.”

Ibuki (Daddy version): “You are not very sexy in this kind of situation, are you? Oh well.”

Ibuki began to open the gift in a relaxed manner.

Ibuki (Daddy version): “If you are bothered to give it to me, that means you’re very confident about this, right?”

Yuno: “Well....”

(I gave it on the spur of the moment to stop his play. But the stuff inside is....)

Ibuki (Daddy version): “...!”

Ibuki’s eyes widened as he sees the gift.

Ibuki (Daddy version): “----Cat figurine?”

It was a cute wooden carving cat that I intended to give to a small child.

(Please tell me you like it.)

Yuno: “Well, you see...actually---”

Ibuki (Daddy version): “You’ve got a good taste, I’ll give you that.”

Yuno: “Huh”

Ibuki happily looks at the cat figurine as if he was in good mood.

Ibuki (Daddy version): “The loveliness of the cat is well expressed.”

He continues to talk to himself while arranging the figurine on his shelf.

Yuno: “....Do you like cats?”

Ibuki (Daddy version)(pouting): “Is there anything not to like?”

(Well yeah,....cats are cute, though)

Yuno: “How surprising...”

Ibuki (Daddy version):(Pouting) “Insolent woman.”

Having said that, Ibuki didn’t seem to be offended.

Ibuki (Daddy version): “Okay. I can’t help it, I was originally planning to play with you until morning.....but Yuno, you can go home.”

Yuno: “Eh!?”

Ibuki (Daddy version): “I promised that I would let you go when I’m satisfied, didn’t I?”

Yuno: “Yes, you did....”

(That was easy.)

Looks like he a disciplined type who keeps his promises.

(Forcible, dangerous, disciplined, cat-loving demon?)

I don’t know which is the actual Ibuki, but....before I knew it, my fear was completely gone.

Ibuki (Daddy version): “What’s wrong? You don’t want to go. If you want to do it, I’ll do my best to satisfy you.”

Yuno: “No no no! I’m fine.”

Before Ibuki changed his mind, I quickly touched the door.

(...! It really opened.)

Ibuki (Daddy version): “How rude. At least you could say ‘I’ll miss you’.”

(Being unreasonable, but ......)

Yuno: “Hey, Ibuki.”

While hesitating, I stopped behind the door and stared at Ibuki.

Ibuki (Daddy version): “....? What?”

Yuno: “I know it’s little late. Happy Birthday! I didn’t get to say it earlier.”

Ibuki (Daddy version): “...........”

In the faint light of twilight, I could see Ibuki opening his eyes slightly.

(Ah..... Ibuki can look like that!?)

Somehow that unexpected expression shook my heart....

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savagetrickster · 4 years

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In My Blood | 01

— BNHA BOOKCLUB BINGO EVENT—

— In My Blood —

anime | character: bnha | todoroki shouto x reader (in 3rd PoV)

words: 2.1k

prompt/crossed-out: “Myth AU”

Themes/Warnings: SamuraiShouto, Warring States AU, SengokuEraAU (not accurate at all), angst, romance, fluff, mythology-ish AU, star-crossed lovers theme

Inspiration/Song: too many songs, mostly East Asian songs (Japanese, Korean, Chinese songs) such Gurenge by LiSA, A Thousand Years by Christina Perri, Light Years Away (光年之外) by G.E.M, Crescent Moon Bay (月牙湾) by F.I.R, Ikemen Sengoku Opening Theme - these few stood out to me.

Beta-readers:@bakublossom, @sugacookiies thank you so much girls! <3

Tags: at the bottom of this post <3

— part one

In a region located east of feudal Japan, the lands there were graced with prosperity, flourishing with thriving businesses and rich agriculture.

Secured by the esteemed Todoroki clan, the daimyo ruled with wisdom from within an unshakeable fortress protected by this bloodline of warriors.

Glistening blades of their katana gleaming crimson red, these fiercely loyal and protective warriors living by the bushido - literally translated as the ways of the warrior, fought anyone who tried to bring him down with a ferocious fighting spirit.

Intertwined by a thousand-year-old blood bond — sometimes said to be a sacred oath, sometimes a curse in disguise — made between two sworn brothers was the one that started it all.

Down the lineages, the tenacious connection between the Azue family and the Todoroki clan ran deeper than bones, deeper than blood.

Strong enough to last over thousands of years, tangible and rooted so deep that no amount of time can dissipate it.

Even till today, in the time of the Warring States where chaos and disorder wrecked across feudal Japan, the formidable strength of the Todoroki clan was called on, needed more than ever.

The careful, practiced steps of the servants making their rounds along the veranda connecting the main manor and the Todoroki manor was the sign of a new day in Azue.

The manicured and lush, green garden between the two residences was occasionally disturbed by the guards whose shoulders were subtly tense with caution as they patrolled the premises for unwanted intruders.

The morning sun was barely up, feebly lighting the sky above. The warmth it was meant to emit was still too weak to make any difference in the thick lingering cold left by the waning night.

Even so, the heavy coat of sweat plastering his hair over the clench between his eyebrow was a contradiction to the chilly morning.

“89, 90, 91…”

Powering through his morning training, his countdown to his hundredth swing sifted through his gritted teeth in hisses.

Red and white strands on his head intermingled to every jolt his body made with the swings of the bokken in a pair of hands too young to be calloused and littered with peeling skin.

Lean muscles flexing under the white, wide sleeves of his gi, his piercing eyes had a look of ice and fire in them as the polished wooden sword in his hands slashed through the air with a deadly swift in each swing.

Too immersed in his resolve to press through his daily routine to notice the distant gaze on him.

Curious eyes watching from above a pair of softly curved cheeks blinked in amazement and wonder from the wooden veranda across the courtyard.

Ingrained in her body clock to rise bright and early, the boy training on the other side of the garden was the other reason why she was always sitting on the veranda watching him.

She had been warned against stepping into the other side where the Todoroki clan resided, like a mantra from her father, never understanding why.

That didn’t mean she did not try her luck.

But unfortunately, she wasn’t the best at running in a kimono so the last time she tried to sneak over, her father grounded her to her room for a full week and it was soooo boring.

Being the only kid in the manor, the only company she had was the servants and the stiff, dull adults who spoke harshly in low voices to each other with straight, serious faces.

And occasionally, randomly shouting in booming, passionate voices over a big map she once thought was a paper game board she could join, much to her disappointment.

Living in a manor this dull would drive any twelve-year-old crazy bored, but it definitely beats being in her room for a week!

At least with her allowed to be out and about in the manor, she had the servants to play harmless pranks on and could take the opportunity to tag along with her father’s trusted vassal, Enji-san, on his errands out in town no matter how stiff and grumpy he was.

She couldn’t really be blamed for being so delighted to realize that there was a kid her age on the other side right?

Chin propped on her hand, her eyes slipped over to the pile of buns placed beside her thoughtfully

And back to the boy.

A slow, careful exhale was blown through his lips as the hundredth swing he sliced through the air brought his morning training to an end.

The gi tied around his waist were hanging slightly off his shoulders by the time he was done.

Lowering the bokken to his side, the leg he planted before himself moved back to join his other, breaking the stance that held him steady through the hundred swings.

Beneath the tousled red and white tresses interlacing over his face, heterochromic eyes lowered their gaze to the reddish flush across his palm, watching his hand fold into a fist at the dull ache throbbing across it.

“...Pssst.”

His fingers curling in to meet his palm went stiff along with the eyes on them.

The shoulders he had allowed to sag were set once again, muscles tensing for a battle as how it was etched into him like a natural instinct for the last seven years.

Light and snappy on his feet, the bokken in his hand was raised and was held to the neck his eyes instantly zeroed on the moment he turned.

“—Wait!”

The breath in her lungs jerked out to the wood pressing against the uneasy bob in her throat, her eyes shakily leaving the wood beneath her chin and to his.

Only for her next breath to be caught in her throat.

Under the dual colors on his hair she’d seen enough from the other side, it had never crossed her mind that she would be greeted by the prettiest set of eyes.

Glaring back at her with an icy undertone beneath the mismatching turquoise and gray irises that somehow complimented his face so well, his gaze was the most enigmatic one she’d ever seen, one that seemed blazing enough to burn yet frosty enough to freeze.

Standing at a slightly shorter height, the blinking widened eyes staring back at him from a young cute face was the furthest resemblance from a threat.

And so was the plate of white buns she was trying to balance in her hands.

The intensity in his eyes softened slightly with a vague recognition, apparently realizing she was no threat albeit a stranger.

While he was no longer alarmed, he was still surprised to find a girl about his age behind him. The only girl his age he had ever known in his entire life till now was only Momo who he only saw when she visited with her father.

Her eyes were taken off him at the disappearing pressure on her neck, sighing in relief to find him lowering his arm, the tension in her body dissipating along with his.

Shouto raised his eyes back to her face once more, piecing together the hair cascading loose over her shoulders with a slight hitch at the back of her head looking like she just rolled off bed, and the simple but elegant yukata she underneath on his way up.

Servant? — was the only answer that came to mind.

No, even if he wasn’t so good at remembering the servants they had, he was absolutely sure that he’d never seen her around their manor before.

“Who are you?” Her eyes flickered back to his narrowing ones, ”And what do you want?”

In a voice round and boyish, the underlying edge in his questions forced her to tense again.

Her mouth opened, the intricately crafted introduction that she was painstakingly made to memorize, instantly dispensed onto her tongue.

She cleared her throat.“I’m the-”

Her mouth closed — I’m not even supposed to be here, a warning reminded her — then opened again.

“I’m the daughter of a servant here and I thought you’d be hungry after all that, so I bought you some food.”

An eyebrow arched into his hair.

“It’s only for today though,” Panic at the sight of his expression jostled her to quickly add, “No one’s home so my mother is worried about leaving me there alone.”

Her eyes hastily darted to the buns, “Here, have some.”

When all he did was narrowed his eyes at the plate she extended to him, her eyes rolled heavenwards.

The arched eyebrow straining on his sweaty forehead rose sharply.

Even if she wasn’t under their servitude, it was still pretty daring of her to roll her eyes at him when her livelihood depended on her mother’s job here.

But that didn’t mean he hated it. It was a fresh breeze compared to how stiff their servants acted around him.

Tad amusement followed his eyes as he watched her brush past him to place the plate down on the veranda behind him, brushing any existing dirt off her hands before grabbing one off the pile.

The doughy flesh of the bun split open in her hands, the remaining heat inside it leaving instantly as curling steam.

Shouto cringed inwardly to the grumble his empty stomach emitted immediately at the tempting sight.

A slight blush tinted his cheeks at the very unladylike snort he thought he heard from her.

His eyes left the bun in her grasp and to her face, the slight tint on his face growing brighter.

Apparently, from the amusement playing on her smiling lips, she very well did.

“Go on, take it,” Her eyes danced at him as she bit into her half of the bun, offering the other half to him.

His eyes wavered with uncertainty.

“Look I’m eating too,” The exasperated sigh she blew between her lips ended with a chuckle leaving her at his indecisiveness, “so it’s not poisonous.”

Shouto averted his eyes away bashfully, finally reaching out his hand to accept the bun.

“...Thanks.”

It was as if every sound that escaped his mother’s mouth was set to the frequency that would shatter his heart to pieces again and again and again.

As if those weren’t enough, the ugly, dark bruises scattered across her pale, delicate skin where her floral kimono couldn’t hide were relentless stabs driven into him every time his gaze fell onto one - these were the retelling of where Todoroki Enji’s hands went.

What did his scumbag of a father do to her this time?

Every fibre in him wanted to comfort her but the wisps of doubt in his head rooted him by the sliding doors separating his parents’ chamber from the veranda.

His heart, his soul, his body wanted to go over.

But how could he?

He was the product of her sufferings. His comfort was meaningless no matter how he looked at himself or his actions, when his very existence was the reminder of the pain she’d been placed through.

The pain she thought she hid well in her gentle smiling eyes, her soft touches and affection across his skin...

Sometimes it still baffled him how she could still spare him any love. Always ripping wounds of guilt that should not even belong to him.

Shouto moved anyway, his legs shedding off the hesitance holding him back as he strode forward.

The tears dripping between her slender fingers rained down on the tatami floor beneath her crumbled form as Rei remained oblivious to her son’s presence until his two small feet entered her tearful quivering vision.

Her head shot up, eyes widening.“...Shou-”

“What did he do this time?” Amongst his own tears running down his cheeks, the look on his face churned an unnerving twinge in her chest.

The rage in his gaze held all the power of a wildfire, roaring in his eyes. The powerful anger and dark grudge shaking in the innocent tint his young voice possessed was unbecoming for a twelve-year-old.

And it broke her heart.

“Oh Shouto,” Rei brought her arms around his stiff form and hugged him to her, “I’m sorry...I’m so sorry.”

She had never meant for him to see her tears; the poor boy was too young to be shoved into adult matters.

Too young for his childhood to be robbed away, just so that he could shoulder the duty of a Todoroki that awaited him at sixteen.

“No, Okaa-sama,” His jaw clenched to his gritting teeth against her trembling frame, ”... I’m sorry.”

A flame curled in the pit of his stomach as a steel glint of promise gleamed amidst the fire in his eyes.

“I swear I’ll train as hard as I can,” His piercing eyes were like the blade of a bloodied katana, “And when I’m strong enough…”

Rising up to his chest and crawling through his veins, the heat of his hatred rolled off him.

For his father.

For the Todoroki clan he had the misfortune to be born into.

For the Azue family.

And especially so, for the woman he was meant...no, made to protect in the future.

“....I will cut us loose and we will never have to look back again.”

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ikevamp-shrine · 4 years

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Ikevamp boy’s with a suicidal s/o

Author: @ikevamp-shrine

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Character(s): Isaac, Vincent, Theo

Warnings: blood, self harm, attempted suicide

I really don’t like how I wrote Isaac’s, but I’m really tired and I wanted to put something out so... yeah.

1-800-273-8255 Suicide Hotline Number

Vincent

“You know... I shot myself.”

Vincent’s soft words that emitted from the direction of the door startled his s/o who was sitting on the couch in his room, a knife pressed to their wrists and tears streaming down their red, blotchy face.

“Vincent,” they gasped, dropping the knife, causing it to clatter against the paint stained hardwood flooring, as if it burned them to touch. As it fell the blade glinted in the sunlight as if it was reminding the painter of not only his past, but the present issue at hand.

Vincent sighed before walking slowly over to his lover and sat down beside them, pulling them into his arms, and staring at the bright blue sky outside. How was the sky so happy when so many depressive emotions ran through the two of them?

“I shot myself,” continued Vincent as he stroked the back of his trembling s/o, “there’s a rumor, a theory if you must, that a group of kids taunted me then shot me, and I lied by saying I shot myself to protect them.”

“There was no kids then?” The human asked quietly as they breathed in Vincent’s fresh, sunflower scent, calming the racing of their heart.

“No. There wasn’t. I also ate paint to poison myself,” the painter chuckled brokenly before continuing, “can you imagine that? Eating paint to try and kill yourself? Imagine how strange it would have been... walking in on me eating paint, the colors smeared all over my face, teeth stained different colors.”

His s/o began to cry softly once more, their body shaking every once in a while as they took in deep breaths. The sun was warm on their bodies... if only that warmth reached their hearts.

“Why would you do that Vincent?”

The blonde man shifted his stare to his s/o’s eyes staring up at him with hurt and sadness, his eyes softening as he reached a hand up to brush away a tear sliding down their face.

“The same reason you had that knife against your skin. I felt alone, scared, and well sad. I thought that if I left everything behind I would be happy... those around me who I thought didn't care for me, but only for my skills, would be happy.”

“How wrong I was,” Vincent laughed again, kissing the top of his lovers head, “the moment I laid on my death bed, I regretted every once of paint and lead I put in my body. I thought I was alone in life, I wasn't, and six months after my ‘death’ Theo died. I killed my brother because I killed myself.”

“Do you understand what I’m saying _____?” Vincent smiled down at his s/o after whispering the question.

“Yeah, you shouldn’t hurt yourself because you start to be a problem for others,” the human joked sarcastically as they rolled their eyes.

Vincent joined them with a small giggle before saying, “no, mijn schatje, I’m saying that no matter how alone you feel there is always someone there for you. You might not have them then and there, but they might be there for you in a day, month, year, or at the very end of your life. I’m also saying that you have eleven men just a few feet away from you that would do absolutely anything for you.”

“Sure, whatever you say. Though I doubt Mozart would even pass me the salt, much less do anything for me.”

Vincent sighed, shook his head before pulling away from his s/o, putting his hands on their shoulders, and spoke with purpose in his voice, “you have no idea how much they adore you, how they speak with love about you. Even Mozart talks about you,” Vincent trailed off, glancing to the side and muttering, “though in his own special way. Anyway... before you do anything to yourself again, or have thoughts about doing something, please come find one of us. We will listen, especially Theo- though he’ll never say it aloud, he loves you just as much as he loves me, and wouldn’t hesitate to be there when you need him.”

Theo

“Put the damn paint down,” Theo growled as he walked into his brother’s room and instead of seeing his bright brother, saw his s/o staring at a tube of oil paint with a familiar glint in their eyes. A glint he saw many times in Vincent’s eyes before he tried to take his life only to end up prohibited from painting and put under watch.

“Why should I Theo?” They mumbled still not completely out of their trance.

Not answering, Theo stalked over to his lover before gently picking their fingers, one by one, off of the paint. The gentleness of Theo’s touch shocked the human out of their trance, his fingers lacked the usual roughness and it brought stinging tears to their eyes. One shaky breath and their legs fell out from under them as Theo’s s/o plummeted to the ground. Theo followed them, roping his arms around their body that was rattling from their sobs.

“My brother did the same thing,” Theo whispered in his lover’s ear after a few moments of hearing nothing but their chocked sobs, “he would eat paint to try and kill himself.”

“I’m so sorry Theo... sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“Look at you Hondjie, such a blubbering mess you are,” Theo chuckled as his incredibly soft eyes stared into his hurting lover’s as he once more delicately touched them, wiping tears from their cheeks.

“Nice Theo.”

Theo laughed again as they still kneeled on the floor, holding each other.

“_____, will you tell me what’s got you so riled up?”

“I don’t know... to be honest. Every since I was young I would have... episodes,” they said struggling to find the right words, “ episodes of just overwhelming sadness. It was almost like a hole in my chest I couldn't fill. I wouldn’t eat, I couldn't sleep, I felt like I couldn't breath, and I just felt so alone.”

“I tried to take my life many times before, but I never could finish it,” they sighed deeply, “I was sad I was alive, and angry that I was too scared to end it. Pathietc right?”

“No, love, not pathetic at all,” Theo whispered as he picked his lover up and walked them to his room not far from Vincent’s before laying them down on the bed and pulling the covers up to their chin, tucking them in tightly to make them feel grounded.

“I’m not good with words, ____, but I do know that when my brother was going through an attack what calmed him down each time was a long walk under the warm sun, a hug, and a nice chat,” Theo spoke gruffly as he took off his scarf among other things and crawled over the bed and covered his lover’s body with his own to add more weight onto the blankets.

His lover yawned in his arms, exhaustion in their eyes, as Theo ran his calloused fingers through their hair.

“Go to sleep Hondjie, I’ll be here to protect you now and forever.”

After a few moments of comfortable silence Theo whispered, “what am I going to do with you, you little trouble maker,” when his s/o finally closed their eyes, and their breathing shallowed as they entered the dream realm.

Isaac

“My god,” Isaac whispered horrified at the amount of blood staining the carpet below his lover’s feet. Isaac, before, had been walking to his s/o’s room to retrieve a tool he had left behind the night prior. He had expected to see the human he had fallen for getting ready for bed or maybe writing as they did every night, but little did he expect to see a knife in their hands as they stabbed themselves in the thigh to hit an artery. Though luckily, they had missed.

Shooting off towards his paling s/o, Isaac barley even noticed the overwhelming scent of the blood that coated his hands, clothes, the floor, and his s/o, as he put enough pressure to bruise on their leg to stop the bleeding.

“What are you thinking _____?!” Isaac rushed out as the panic began to rise in his throat at the blank expression on his lover’s face. Ripping a long strip of the sheets on the bed close to them Isaac gently pushed his s/o down to lay on the floor so they wouldn’t pass out and fall.

“I wasn’t- that's the problem Isaac, I just feel blank,” their raspy whispers triggered something in him. Isaac couldn’t exactly put a name to it all he did know is that it was suffocating.

The physicist took in a deep breath to say something more when the scent of blood finally hit him full force. His fangs pulsed just like the blood pumping out of the wound on his lover’s leg, his pupils dilated, his breath quickened as he could slowly feel himself lose the already weak grasp on his self control.

“... Arthur... ARTHUR!” Shouted Isaac when he noticed his s/o’s eyes flutter closed.

“What Isaac- oh dear god,” Arthur huffed when he finally made his way through the door, only to run back out to grab his medical bag he kept in his closet, “KEEP PRESSURE ON IT, HARD PRESSURE!”

After many anxiety filled minutes and several stitches later, Isaac was sitting on a chair beside the bed, still in his lover’s room, watching as their chest rose and fell gently from under the warm covers. He sighed, running a hand down his stressed face, and closed his eyes, listening to the owl hooting and the crickets playing their song outside.

“... Isaac,” came a small whisper, sounding almost like a plea for help, or a break from the loneliness.

Shifting his tired eyes over to his lover, regret clear as day shining in their eyes, Isaac responded, “hello.”

“I’m sorry,” they said lolling their head to the side, hiding their face from the vampire.

“What are you doing?” Confusion was prominent in Isaac voice, just as much as his lover when they spoke next.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean why are you trying to kill yourself and take yourself away from me? Did I do something wrong?”

“...did I scare you?” Isaac questioned hesitantly, “are you lonely?”

His lover quickly looked back over to Isaac and shook their head furiously, “no Isaac, you didn’t scare me... I just... I don’t know, never mind.”

Isaac’s s/o sat up and threw the blankets off of them, sending a strong gust of blood scented wind his way, before he could stop them. Once more Isaac felt himself losing control as he growled out lowly, face flushed as red as the apples he is made fun of with each day, “never mind what _____? Damn it all, you have no idea how bad I want you, how much you make me lose control.”

“Show me Isaac, cause right now I really need someone to tell me how much they need me.”

“You know what _____? I’ll make you a deal- you tell me how I can help you and I’ll... absolutely ruin you,” muttered Isaac as his face got an even deeper red. He felt as if he was doing this all wrong, helping his lover that is. For Gods sake they just stabbed themselves and he is telling them he would screw them if they told him what was wrong. At least then he would have some idea as to what to do.

“Deal.”

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ikemenshakespeare · 4 years

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Day 13: “I missed this” w/ Mozart

Original fiction or fanfiction? Fanfiction!

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire!

Warnings/Triggers: N/A

Rating: General

Authors Note: MOZAARRTTTT FLUFFF!

Mozart’s sigh filled the room. Why was he suddenly so reluctant to work on his composition? A light breeze flowed through the cracked door from the balcony. He stood in an attempt to shut it, but paused when he heard a sound come from below. He walked out and took a look, he saw you surrounded by the fall leaves on the ground. You were holding a rake, glancing around with a troubled expression. The scene was comical, so much so Mozart found himself breaking a smile. He straightened his face then called to you, “what are you doing down there?” Your head shot up, shaking you from your thoughts.

“Sebastian asked me to clean up the garden, this past week all the leaves fell.”

“Sounds like boring work, good luck.” He turned his back to you, about to go inside.

“Mozart- Wait!”

“What is it?”

“Are you on a break?” He thought for a moment before answering.

“I guess you could call it that.”

“Come down here, I think I know a way to make this a little more fun.” He stared at you quizzically. What could be fun about watching you do chores? He didn’t respond, just turned and went inside. A few minutes later he appeared in the garden. To his surprise you were almost finished raking the leaves into one large pile.

“I honestly expected you to take longer doing this.” You gave him a large goofy grin.

“Well I was excited.”

“About?” You extended your hand to him.

“You’ll see.” He hesitated then took your offer. He was never much for touching others, or others touching him for that matter. Somehow he couldn’t refuse you. He also couldn’t help but think you were odd. Although you offered him your hand, you were the one blushing when your eyes met. As if to knock yourself out of it you shook your head and giggled.

“Ready?” The only answer you got was a slight raise of the eyebrows. “JUMP!” Without giving him a chance to react you lept into the pile of leaves, dragging Mozart along with you.

“Ahh-” he caught himself with his left hand, his right still intertwined with yours. Mozart’s violet eyes were all you could see, he was visibly startled. He was on top of you frozen in place, you were unable to do anything but stare at eachother. After a moment Mozart stood up haughtily, brushing any dirt off him. “Can you tell me what on earths wrong with you?!” He sounded so angry, it sent you into a fit of laughter.

“You should see your expression!” He crossed his arms defensively and wrinkled up his nose.

“Well who’s fault is that?” You still laid in the pile of leaves, the breeze lightly blowing through your hair. You looked like an adverage simple girl in that moment and it was simply beautiful to him. That’s when you spoke up in the most nostalgic tone of voice Mozart had ever heard you use.

“I missed this.” Silence passed between the two of you before you went on. “When I was a kid my brother and I would play outside all the time, during the fall we’d do silly things like this. It reminds me of my past. It’s a nice feeling.” He sighed. Although it was the last thing you expected him to do, he laid back down with you. Staring up at the clear skies above. You turned your head, astonished.

“What are you-”

“The weathers nice out, I don’t see the problem in enjoying it.” You smirked knowingly.

“Don’t tell me you actually like having my company around?”

“Really, what’s wrong with you? Did you hit your head? I just told you the reason.”

“Alright, alright. I was just kidding.” You followed his gaze to the sky. Trying to keep the expression on your face under control. You decided the last thing you needed was more of his sassing.

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