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cloudcountry · 4 months

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SUMMARY: little things the ikevamp suitors love about you.

WARNINGS: none!! :D

COMMENTS: this is kinda to get me back in the writing groove again. i thought this was really cute as i was writing it hehe

napoleon adores your voice, the sweet sound of it carrying in the wind as you cheer him on when he spars. your voice goes higher when you talk to jupiter and lower when you talk to the kids he teaches, and although he’ll never tell you he notices these things, it’ll be evident when you look over at the teasing smirk on his face.

mozart adores the contrast between your klutziness and your grace, he’s caught you swaying to his music when you clean before, now that you two often find yourself sharing the same space. his eyes wander to you as he plays under the guise of making sure you don't slip on the sleek floors and injure yourself...but really, he is enraptured by you.

leonardo adores your lips, even more so when they’re on his own. ever the flirt, he makes sure your lips are always turned upwards in a bashful smile, the one that makes the corners of your eyes crinkle and your cheeks warm up. he touches your cheeks, brushing his fingers along your skin before kissing you, leaving you both smiling.

arthur adores your eyes, the way they’re always trained on him, the way he can see himself reflected in yours and just knows you see yourself in his. he loves how soft they look as they gaze upon him, a hopeless man, a sinner, a weak and helpless person that couldn’t save the ones he wanted to save most. you can still look at him, and that's all he could ever ask from you.

isaac adores your neck and the way it looks when you wear necklaces and different collared shirts and different hairstyles. he finds himself flustered at the thought of pressing his lips to where your neck meets your shoulder, sprinkling the skin with his kisses and dusting it with soft whispers for the both of you to cherish.

vincent adores your smile and the way it makes him happy, too. he loves that you never shy away from your feelings and you aren’t scared of his. you smile when he expresses what he wants, as if him craving and needing and wanting makes you happy, and oh if that’s what it takes to see you beam like you’ll love him forever, vincent will embrace every part of him.

theo loves your arms and how they work hard every day, only to wrap around him at the end of it all. it melts his heart when your head finds itself over his heartbeat, listening to his pulse as you shut your eyes. he’s never felt more weak in the knees in his life. you’ve ruined him, but he doesn’t care just so long as you keep holding him and working hard at his side.

dazai adores your waist and all of the uses it has. he loves kneading the flesh he finds there, making you squeal because those spots may be a bit ticklish. he finds himself placing a hand there as he walks with you, holding you close to his side, just close enough to catch your scent. it’s cheesy when he grabs your waist to lift you into the air, swinging you around in an impromptu dance, but his heart melts with love for you when your hands find themselves over his, keeping him latched onto you.

jean adores how you wake up in the morning, all sleepy and confused. every little noise you make makes his heart skip a beat, and so he captures every single one and places them in the corner of his mind labeled with your name for safekeeping. maybe then, even when you’re gone, he’ll still be able to know you. the heart that pounds so vehemently for you nearly pops out of his chest when you throw an arm over him and snuggle into his chest, a delicate smile on your face.

will adores how you smell when you come out of the shower, all freshened up. the fragrances of all the products you two picked out together waft throughout the villa, and will doesn’t find himself minding that he can smell you everywhere. after all, you’ve left your mark on this place, and furthermore, his heart.

comte adores you for staying by his side, even though he knows it’s hard. he’s been so painfully lonely for most of his life, and even now he doesn’t feel he fits anywhere. but you come along and take him into your arms, gently collecting all of his broken pieces, and you bring him back together with your embrace. this. this is where he belongs. he is certain of it.

sebastian adores your laughter and the way you seem to infect the mansion with it. he hears it ringing in his ears even when you aren’t around, the sweet sound carrying through his memories as he busies himself with chores and thoughts of you. it isn’t easy running an entire mansion, but with you by his side, bumping him with your hip as the two of you wash dishes, he couldn’t be happier.

vlad adores how you love vampires just as much as he loves humans. you have always tried to get him to bridge the gap with comte and trust humans again, and although it's not easy he sees your efforts and he loves you for it. you’re strange for not fearing him, for staying by his side throughout all he has done, but he’s glad for it.

faust adores how you’re so honest. you set boundaries and mean them, you tell people off when they’re encroaching on your space, and you make sure the environment you foster around yourself is as lovely as it can be. it makes him smug, knowing you’re so capable and he’s the one that gets to call you his.

charles adores your fingertips and the way they map out his body, pressing into his scalp to soothe him and trailing down his back when he wants a hug. you’re always so gentle with him, treating him like he’s precious like he’s loved, and he knows he can never get enough of it. you’re so sweet, indulging him like this. he will never be able to stop loving you.

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niphredil-14 · 2 months

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I’m reentering my Ikevamp phase. Send me the links to your favorite ikevamp fics!!

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alby-rei · 10 months

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Stranger Dreams (IkeVamp; Isaac & Napoleon)

a/n: Dreams seldom make sense, even when the visions may draw inspiration from familiar faces and places. I found this orphaned WIP—which was actually completed all along—and it made me laugh so much, I just had to post it. According to my previous a/n, these were actual dreams I had LOL

Tagging @scummy-writes for isaac, @xxsycamore for napo, @colorpuff for the fic sillies

[Word count]: ~550 words

[Characters]: You (1st POV), Isaac, Napoleon

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“So I saw you in a dream recently,” I told Isaac.

We were in the lounge. Isaac sat cross-legged on the floor with tools and metal parts strewn across the carpet. He tinkered with his latest telescope prototype while I dusted the bookshelves behind him. He looked up when I didn’t continue.

“Is that so? What was the dream about?” He asked with some apprehension and curiosity.

“Well…”

I was in the mansion’s courtyard. It must have been after dinnertime because I distinctly remember being guided by the light of the lanterns towards the gazebo. Fireflies danced in small groups along the path, but none of them were bothered by my presence. I heard the sound of talking at the gazebo, but I couldn’t make sense of a single word.

When I rounded the corner, I saw you, Isaac, pointing at the chalkboard behind you. You were dressed in your university robe, giving a lecture in a very urgent tone. I turned to look for whom you were speaking to, but there was no one there.

Then, your face came up super close. You gripped my shoulders and shook me silly. You looked frantic as you urged me to do… something?! I couldn’t understand a word you were saying, but I kept nodding anyways. It seemed to calm you down. You insisted that I go do the thing, whatever it was, and then… the dream ended.

“Uhh…” Isaac stared, mouth agape. “I…don’t know what to say. I’m sorry?”

“No, no, it’s okay! I just woke up wondering what you were saying, if you had told me something that I completely disregarded.”

Isaac wracked his brain in search of your previous conversations. Now you made him second-guess himself, had he asked you for something urgent? He shrugged his shoulders, eyes shifting back-and-forth as he replayed yesterday’s events.

“Hahahahha!” Another voice made itself known in the lounge. It was Napoleon. “I get weird dreams all the time, but nothing ever like this.”

He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. Napoleon smiled openly where he stood at the doorway. He walked in, steering clear of Isaac’s work zone—which was the entire carpet.

“Oh, Napoleon! I dreamt about you, too, now that I think about it. That dream was equally bizarre, if not more.”

“I’m all ears.” He lounged on the couch with feet off the ground. He perched his elbow on the armrest.

This time it was inside the mansion. I was walking down the hallway—though I don’t know where I was headed exactly—when I caught sight of you, Napoleon, inspecting the curtains of the French windows.

When I moved closer, you ripped the curtains clean off their rail and… proceeded to hang it around your shoulders?! You asked me if they suited you or not. I stuttered something out, can’t remember now. You nodded and folded the curtains on the floor.

Then, you moved to the next curtain and did the same until you were pleased with how your reflection looked in the reflective window.

“That…” Dumbfounded, Napoleon’s eyebrows shot up. He blinked twice. “…heh, sure sounds bizarre, alright.” His gaze darted to the curtains that hung over the arched windows, as if he were appraising their cape-abilities. The corners of his lips quirked upwards.

“Napoleon, no,” said Isaac.

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oigimi · 5 months

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. breakfast .

napoleon x reader . 1.1k words . fluff . a gift for @kissmetwicekissmedeadly in @lemeowade's secret santa event! .

I sighed and turned my head to face the warm, inviting sunbeams that peeked through our window. The spring wind and singing birds outside were the perfect backdrop to mine and Napoleon’s morning together. My husband was still asleep, as usual. Any wakeup time before the sun was directly above us was simply too big of an ask sometimes, but he worked very hard. He worked hard for everyone - for me, for the neighboring children, for our friends, for all the people he cared about, and it definitely showed in how sleepy he was all the time. But even when that wasn’t necessarily the case, he was still quite tired! I laughed to myself and stood up, right before a big, full body stretch, and made my way into the kitchen. It wasn’t that far of a walk. Our house was pretty small, but honestly I liked it that way. Smells traveled faster, making for some delicious aromas to waft in the air much longer, there was much less to clean, and the space felt so much more intimate. Less room for Napoleon and I to be apart, and more of an opportunity to be in his arms at any given moment.

Yup, life in the French countryside was everything I’d ever dreamed of and more. Ever since we’d taken our leave from the mansion, I’d felt amazing. But that’s not to say I didn’t enjoy the mansion! I did, I truly did, but Napoleon and I needed to be alone. We needed to live life like every married couple did. Even though, by all accounts, we were not a normal couple. How normal can a human/vampire couple truly be? I suppose it didn’t matter. I felt normal. He felt normal. We felt normal. The world was abnormal, not us. How could love between us ever be anything other than what we were supposed to be feeling?

In my thoughts, I had prepared some coffee for the two of us to share. I gazed out the window again. The sun was up higher than it had been before. “Is he still not up?” I laughed under my breath.

“He is.”

“Napoleon!” I gasped and turned around. He clasped his hand around his mouth, very clearly attempting to hold in a bout of uproarious laughter. “Oh, come on! You snuck up on me!”

“How didn’t you hear me coming?” he snickered. “Oh, (Y/N) your reactions are always so cute!” He gave into his urges and bellowed in laughter. “You’re too much!” Stepping forward, he enveloped me in a hug and kissed the top of my head. “Sorry for laughing.” Despite this, he laughed some more.

“Mhm. Well I have some coffee when you’re all finished, Monsieur de Wahaha.” I wriggled out of his embrace and handed him a coffee cup. “Freshly brewed. You’re lucky I didn’t spill anything.”

“I guess I am,” Napoleon responded, taking a sip of the coffee. “Ahh, delicious like always. Is this the Italian roast?”

“Yup! Leonardo was kind enough to gift me this. I saw him when I went into the city earlier this week, did I tell you?”

“I think so.” He wiped his mouth and stretched. “Why don’t I whip up a breakfast for us? This needs something to wash down.”

“Ooh, yes please!” I clasped my hands together. Napoleon truly made amazing breakfasts. Unlike a lot of other couples in our position, we worked together on a lot of things. He was the main chef of the house, and we cleaned together. I mostly ran errands, which was a lot of fun, especially because he’d like to join me when he had matters in town. I looked back over at him as he grabbed all the ingredients he liked to cook with. “If I were to guess, we’re having pancakes.”

“How did you know?” Napoleon teased. He began on the mix, pouring the milk into the bowl, but quickly stopped. “Hey, come here. I need you to do something.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you! Come on.” He beckoned me over and I came, standing between him and the bowl. “Crack these eggs.”

“Oh, come on! You know good and well-”

“How are you gonna ever get better if you don’t practice?” Try it. He handed me an egg. Cracking eggs was something I was never good at. Even with my subpar cooking skills, I could manage through every step except egg-cracking. I think he just wanted to tease me. I sighed and looked for a good angle to crack it at. “Here, do it like this.” Napoleon gently grabbed my wrists and guided my motions, carefully manipulating them into plopping the egg into the bowl. “Just like that.”

I turned my head to look at him. “Can you do that again? I don’t think I got it quite the first time,” I chuckled, a cheeky grin plastered on my face.

“But of course,” Napoleon laughed, moving in a little closer. He, ever so discreetly, pushed me against the counter with his hips and repeated himself, breathing down my neck this time. He gave it a little kiss, moving my hands again. “Need some more help?”

“Mayyybe.”

“Well it seems that we’re all out of eggs. But…” He grabbed the rest of the dry ingredients - flour, sugar, and other things - and poured it in the bowl. “Something tells me you might still be able to help me.”

“I figured you’d need it.”

“Oh yes, I’m the one that needs help.” Napoleon chuckled some more and put the whisk in my hands, mixing the batter with my hands that held it. He put one of my hands on the side of the bowl to keep it steady and the other around my waist, holding me close to his chest as we mixed. “Doing good,” he whispered in my ear.

“Ah…” I grinned, feeling my heart pound in my chest. How funny that even after months of marriage I still had a crush on my husband, feeling my cheeks burn with every sweet thing he did for me. When we finished mixing, he pulled away from me.

“Now we let the batter sit for a few minutes. In the meantime…” He picked me up and put me on the counter, gently pushing me down onto it. “I need to take care of something.” He grinned and kissed my lips, receiving me as I sat up a little to melt into his hug. We remained that way for what felt like forever, supporting one another and working on something sweeter and more delicious than any recipe’s final product.

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natimiles · 7 months

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What is that? (a tattooed reader)

Summary: You tied your hair in a high ponytail that morning, and it was enough for the tip of your tattoo to be visible. You've had it for so long that you're used to it, and sometimes you forget it's there — plus, you forgot that they've never seen it before.

Words: 1716

Tags: reader have tattoos; platonic relationships; more like friendships; no pronouns for reader, but you wear a dress and have sort of long hair.

Can you tell I have favorites? Only Isaac, Mozart, Jean, Arhur, Vincent, Theo, Napoleon and Sebastian show up. Le Comte is vaguely mentioned.

If you're curious to see the tattoos, I linked their images in their respective descriptions throughout the fanfic.

“What is that, mademoiselle?”

You're helping Sebastian with breakfast, moving around the dining room, but you’ve been feeling a strong stare for a while. You're already accustomed to everyone, so you don't mind. You knew that if it was Isaac trying to muster the courage to ask you something, he would eventually do it. But it’s Jean’s voice, and it catches your attention because he usually eats in silence; and he sounds unsure and curious.

You set Arthur’s coffee in front of him while you glance at the table and everything you and Sebastian made. Perhaps there's something he doesn't know, like when you baked him macarons, but today's menu is the same as usual.

“What is what?”

“That thing,” he points in your direction.

Isaac, Mozart, Vincent, and Theo are already having breakfast too, but they pause to glance at you, curious about what Jean is talking about. You feel a bit self-conscious and briefly inspect your clothes. Did you spill something? Fortunately, no.

“I don’t follow, Jean.”

“That thing you have here,” he points at his own back. “I’ve seen it since I sat here to eat, but I can’t understand.”

You raise an eyebrow at him and look over your shoulder, Arthur takes advantage that you’re still by his side to lean backwards on his chair and measure you up and down — and definitely stare at your ass.

“Stop it, perv,” you playfully spat the writer’s arm, earning a chuckle from him.

“Ah, I think Master Jean is talking about your tattoo,” Sebastian tries to help, pointing at his own nape.

Realization finally hits you. Since arriving at the mansion, you've been exclusively wearing long clothes that cover almost your entire body. However, summer started a few weeks ago, and you've been feeling the full force of the heat. It's scorching every day, and at times, you wake up covered in sweat. You've been yearning for an air conditioner or even just a simple fan. So you bought lighter clothes recently — aka Comte bought you a whole summer wardrobe as a gift. What you're wearing today is just an off-the-shoulder dress, so the front and back necklines are a bit lower than usual, but not by much. However, you tied your hair in a high ponytail that morning, and it was enough for the tip of your tattoo to be visible. You've had it for so long that you're used to it, and sometimes you forget it's there — plus, you forgot that they've never seen it before.

“What is that?” Jean is even more curious now, evident from the way he furrows his brow.

“It's a drawing on my body, made with a special kind of paint that never fades. It's a form of art.”

“Really?” You've piqued Theo's interest in art. “And what is it?”

“Music,” and now you’ve piqued Mozart’s interest in music. He doesn’t really show it, but you know him well enough to see when he’s curious. “Well, kinda. It goes a little down my spine, but it’s safe to show. Sebastian, can you help me, please?”

The butler nods and approaches you. You turn your back and move your ponytail to the side for a better view, while Sebastian lowers your neckline slightly so the others can satisfy their curiosity and see it.

It starts just at the end of your nape and goes 5 inches down. It’s an all-black DNA drawing with musical notes on the middle lines, a representation of a metronome pendulum on top, and a treble clef at the bottom. The middle actually has the same number of lines as a music sheet, and the notes can be read as the first five notes of your favorite song.

There’s only silence for a few moments, and as you turn around, you see that they're still staring at you. You think Theo hadn't even blinked until now because he suddenly blinks a lot, and his eyes meet yours.

“It’s pretty!” Vicent smiles like the angel he is. “Is it a real song?”

“It is,” Mozart hums the notes, his eyes conveying that he knows it’s your favorite song.

You've told him once, when you went to the music room to give him an afternoon snack. You were already friends (kind of), so when you saw he wasn't there at the moment, you knew he wouldn't mind if you sat down and softly played it; so you did. The next thing you knew, he was barging into the music room to scold whoever had the audacity to touch his piano, but he stopped when he saw you. He may have asked you to write down the notes so he could play it with you.

“Oh, yeah, you played it for us in the last banquet,” Isaac remembers.

“Does it hurt?” Jean asked, curious again.

“No, not anymore. It hurt when I was getting it done. Boy, that was one hell of a ride,” you laugh. “But it’s been years, so it’s all healed and okay now.”

“It suits you, hondje. Do you have more?”

“I do!” You beam at them, feeling all bubbly inside. It's lovely how they always show interest in anything about you and remember what you like. “It’s on my thigh.” You use the tip of your toes to put more leverage on your right leg, grabbing a fistful of the skirt of your dress. You lift it to show them your tattoo, but a hand stops you when it's reaching your knee.

“Nunuche, what the hell?”

Napoleon had just woken up and was joining you in the dining room. Did you say something about your thigh? He was still a little sleepy, so he thought he heard you wrong. But then you grabbed your dress… What the fuck do you think you’re doing? He was at your side in the blink of an eye, gripping your wrists tightly and looking at you with a panic expression. It’d certainly be red in a second, if the loud slap sound was any indication.

And that’s how you make vampires choke on their foods and drinks. You look at them, a confused expression on your face. Isaac spat his tea all over his plate and is now coughing to clear his throat. Jean dropped his fork, frozen in his chair. Mozart is blinking in a frenzy, his mug in such a tight grip on his hand that his knuckles are white. Vincent is blushing furiously, his mouth agape. Theo is actually amused, and you clearly heard Arthur complaining to Napoleon that it was just getting good.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, startled.

“MC, just remember we’re not in the 21st century,” Sebastian says, clearly holding a smirk.

You feel your entire face heat up. Oh my God! That was certainly an uncomfortable situation. But you were so used to them; they made you feel at home, so you didn’t really think about what you were doing.

“Oh, right, sorry,” You chuckle and blush under the intensity of their stares. “But it’s no big deal, really. Sebastian and le Comte have already seen it.”

“Say that again?” Theo asks as his gaze drifts to the butler, just like everyone else's.

“It’s nothing weird!” You can almost feel the emperor’s grip tightening. Sometimes he was so overprotective — they all were, and it was both endearing and funny. You huff. “We were talking about the 21st century, and I told Sebas that I have tattoos and showed him. Simple as that. Lots of people wear clothes that show a lot of skin in modern days. Do you think I would lift my dress to show the tattoo when I’m right next to Arthur if it wasn’t okay?” You deadpan Napoleon.

“Hey!” The writer complains, but everybody ignores him. You do have a point.

Napoleon frowns, but slowly releases you. You look at the others and just from a look they know you’ll be mad if they freak out again, so they try to act cool. Keyword: try. They’re staring so much you think they’ll open a hole in your thigh, but at least they’re quiet. You lift the dress just a little more and your tattoo is finally showing. It’s colorful and about the same size as the other. There’s white fine lines connecting dots, forming the Leo constellation, with a blue-purple watercolor background.

“Yes, luv! Now that’s a good breakfast,” Arthur smirks and places his elbow on the table to support his head as he looks at you. He’s so glad that Jean started this conversation while you were still beside him. Napoleon purses his lips and glares at the writer, but he knows better than to start a fight. His nunuche wouldn't let him live it down.

“What the fuck is that?” Theo raises an eyebrow. Don’t get him wrong, he likes the art, but he just doesn’t understand what it’s supposed to be.

“Theo, language,” Vincent scolds his brother. He doesn’t want you to think they don’t like it.

“Is it upside down?” Jean frowns and tilts his head, trying to get a different angle, but it doesn’t make a difference.

"It's the Leo constellation," you chuckle and glance at Isaac, knowing he would understand. He enjoyed stargazing and always invited you to join him, especially after discovering your shared interest — then he started rambling about physics and astronomy, and you were lost.

“Oh, the stars,” Vincent says.

"So," Theo begins, and you can tell from his amused tone that he's about to say something to make you blush, "you have one that resembles Mozart and another that resembles Isaac."

“No, no. It’d have to be an apple for Newt,” Arthur grins when the poor physicist blushes as red as… the mentioned fruit.

“You’re the worst,” Isaac mumbles under his breath.

You chuckle at their banter. “So that’s it,” you say, releasing your dress. “We have a lot of things to do. So finish your breakfasts quickly.” You clap your hands twice.

“Indeed,” Sebastian nods in agreement.

You have moments of silence after that and you go back to work, but you feel the stares the whole day. You know they still have so much to say and ask, but they stay quiet.

You have some “not-so-permanent tattoos” now — and they might have helped do some.

I don't have tattoos yet, but I really want it. I'd make the first one, but with colors.

Crossposted on AO3.

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nuttytani · 5 months

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

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

Napoleon

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

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

Mozart

Makes a disgusted face and turns you down

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

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

He kicks you out of his piano room

Dude has some thoughts to organise

Leonardo

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

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

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

Arthur

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

Vincent

Thinks deeply about it and smiles at you

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

Theodorus

Scoffs at you and calls you an idiot

Why would you turn into a worm?

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

Dazai

Uno reverses you instead

Now you're trapped

Would you love him if he was a worm?

Gets sad if you don't answer quickly enough

Sebastian

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

Stays silent for a while and then sighs

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

Comte

Chuckles a bit at the thought and immediately replies yes

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

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

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

Shakespeare

Is fascinated that you even came up with such a question

His answer is yes

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

Vlad

Says yes immediately.

Thinks you'd look like a cute worm

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

Charles

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

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

Faust

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

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

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

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gunraekae · 6 months

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a day in the mansion for you

>ikemen vampire

>mansion residents x reader

>a/n: for context, i'm the sort who enjoys seeing the casual interactions between the residents and the mc, so these are some hcs on what I imagine a day looks like for you. i sorta placed this as being in the first week mc arrives, before anything too serious happens, but you can interpret this whichever way you choose!

also apologies, i wasn't able to write for every single suitor as i haven't played most of their routes yet! I'll do a follow-up post when i finally finish them :))

Napoleon

Restrains Jean when he attacks you in the middle of the night

Comte enlists him to guard you and show you around Paris with Vincent, being the one that you trust the most in the beginning

Accompanies you and Isaac to the école, to help you be more at ease in the town

Part of your morning rounds: you wake him up

Part of your evening rounds: you talk about each other’s days, has dinner with you if you haven’t

Arthur

After asking Sebastian to fetch him Rouge, he prevents you from escaping (sorta does a reverse psychology thing)

Rightfully blaming himself for your dislike, he charms you with his intelligence through the lounge games; he wins a conversation with you and apologises on your date

When you encounter him on your town visit, the two of you are caught with a mysterious case that employs the two of you in your mystery solving adventures.

Part of coffee addicts: your best customer, kisses you for every cup of coffee you bless him with

Part of breakfast gang: either there because he didn’t sleep or there because he slept too early

Leonardo

Spooked by the first night in the mansion, you lock yourself in your room until lunch, only to realize that Leonardo had stood guard outside your door the whole night

Remains quite protective, he calls himself your companion; finds you cooped up in the library and takes you with him on town visits

Part of coffee addicts: will come later, but will always be there

Part of your afternoon rounds: he magically finds you when you’re sad and will find some random event to cheer you up with

Jean

Starving and not in control, he unknowingly attacks you on your first night and incites you to escape

Overwhelmed, self-conscious, and wary, you spend much of the first week’s evenings in the library. To your shock, Jean is also there, learning how to write. Believing that it may be best for the two of you to reconcile, you teach him how to write.

Helps you as much as possible with your chores, especially if it’s reaching high places or something that requires strength.

Joins the residents in meals because of you

Listens to Mozart’s pieces with you

Part of your morning rounds: you have to remind him to eat

Vincent

Sympathetic to your predicament, he comforts you and shows you around Paris with Napoleon, being one of the few that you feel safe around

Invites you to a picnic with Theo

Enjoys your singing in the gardens while he paints and will frequent the outside the more you do it

Part of coffee addicts: might experiment with different roasts and enjoys it, but will like his coffee as black as possible

Part of breakfast gang: really only there to join Theo in the morning

Comte

Like a good sugar daddy, he takes you shopping and constantly spoils you. On the second day, he takes you to the town

Will ask for tea on the daily and constantly checks in on you; a most protective father figure, he keeps the residents in check

You’re his automatic partner any time he has to attend a social event (and of course he takes you shopping before). You’re his rumoured partner, and Comte does not quell those rumours he keeps them up.

Part of your afternoon rounds: you have tea with him

Dazai

After cooping yourself up in your room, Dazai is the second you confide your troubles to. He’s always attuned to your emotions and understands your mental health struggles; always ready to lend an ear (because he’d rather everyone be happy before himself ahh) He’s almost invasive with how aware he is of you

Another frequent player in the lounge games, he doesn’t play seriously and is only really there to bring everyone’s mood up; don’t include gambling though, because he gets sorta crazy

Part of breakfast gang: horrible sleep schedule has him join the morning

Part of your afternoon rounds: any time you have errands in the garden, he’ll join you

Theo

Partly due to his brother, and partly out of his own heart, he enlists you as an apprentice and they get to know the town

To bridge the gap between you and Arthur, he invites you to the lounge after dinner to play games

Teaches you the ropes of living in Paris: warns you, keeps you aware of current events, probably even helps you with your finances

Part of coffee addicts: likes your experimental sweet lattes

Part of breakfast gang: always present in the morning because he has to

Isaac

Cooped up in his room as well, Sebastian asks you to deliver his food to his room, believing him the most harmless. Isaac awkwardly welcomes you in his own way, accompanying you and Napoleon to their école

Also a frequenter of the lounge games, he attempts to impress you and win a date against Arthur

Part of breakfast gang: has to be there for his job, but enjoys whatever you make

Part of your evening rounds: sometimes he’ll be outside with his telescope, observing the stars. Once you felt comfortable, he asked you to join him

Mozart

Most intimidated by him, Sebastian forces you to deliver lunch to him. He’s cold, fussy, but would rather spend time with you than anyone else. Whenever he needs feedback or an audience for a piece, he’ll ask you first along with Jean.

You’re his automatic partner any time he has a performance, partly because you comfort him in carriage rides, partly because he just wants you around

Part of coffee addicts: crawls to get coffee from you

Part of your evening rounds: you have to remind him to sleep

Part of your breakfast gang: organized routine but also terrible sleep schedule

Shakespeare

You met him after he gave you and Vincent tickets for one of his upcoming plays. When he approached the two of you, he gave such good banter and was so amicable, you swear it almost sounded practiced (haha)

He’ll sometimes join the residents for dinner. He’s begun to join a lot more often because having you around made Arthur and Theo much less hostile. After dinner, he makes a practice of talking to you in private, endlessly charming, but oddly invasive—like he’s studying you

Any time he has a new play, you're the first to get invited to watch it. Sometimes, if he's particularly frustrated or uninspired, he'll ask you to come to rehearsals with him.

You and Vincent sometimes visit him in his villa to make sure he's not writing himself to death.

Vlad

A sweet florist you met in town while you were miserable in the first week. He gave you a flower to cheer you up and was the epitome of charming, so charming in fact, that you accidentally revealed you lived in the mansion. Once you’ve revealed that fact, he began seeing you every time you were alone in town (for no ulterior motive at all)

General HCs for All!

Writes you letters daily/weekly; a habit picked up after the first night and seeing how spooked you were

Help you and Sebastian as much as they can; they can obviously clean up for themselves and even cook when they feel inclined

More residents have meals together than ever before; your presence sort of unites them and they’re super grateful for that

You’ve achieved the point where every resident is together during dinner

Birthdays, special occasions, and achievements are celebrated because you organize them for everyone

Since Halloween is your favourite holiday, the residents make an effort to dress up for it

Valentine’s Day is a bit of a mess, with you making a gift for every resident

White Day was used by the residents to give you their gifts, and it’s overwhelming, to say the least

They’re huge gossips, so any and every update on you is spread like wildfire to everyone. Good luck having an off-day

Dazai is the first to notice, being the most emotionally intelligent

Leonardo is the quickest one to take action, quite literally scooping you from whatever you’re doing to cheer you up

Napoleon is also another quick one to constantly check in on you and look for you if you come home too late

Sebastian usually keeps track of who you’re with or where you are if you guys are separated

Buys you random presents, usually connected to something between the two of you, but also sometimes follows current trends

Isaac buys you a hairclip he thinks looks darling on you

Dazai buys you a notebook to use as a diary, especially after noticing your journal’s almost full (and no he totally doesn’t peek in your writing)

Jean will always find something in town to bring to you in your night lessons

Comte… do I even need to say anything

Supports you in anything you pursue (I believe the canon says that you’re starting out as a writer, so I’mma use that)

You keep notes of your every day in your diary, sort of like a vlog and a lot of the snoopy residents read it. Eventually they suggest that you publish some of it

Being a huge fan of literature, the authors organize a writer’s night where you come up with a prompt and they share how they’d write it

If you ever end up writing something, they’re the first to hear and are your biggest fans

You’re a frequent guest teacher in Napoleon’s and Isaac’s école

You always thought you weren’t good with kids, but seeing how much the children like you reassured you

Napoleon teases you on how much you say you dislike children but secretly enjoys the time with them

Isaac is extremely grateful for how much you like organizing his lesson plans

if you've made it this far, thank you so much for reading! i hope you have a wonderful day and leave a like/reblog <3

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duckyfann9871 · 11 days

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I want to be a vampire too: rant

played 2 routes of ikemen vampire so far. I love the game, but both times I have wished that there was an option to join them as a vampire at the end.

I don't understand why becoming a vampire is posed so negatively in the game, but whenever it comes up in the routes it's coded like it's a terrible option that MC doesn't want to do.

Well, au contraire! If I had a chance to become a sexy vampire in a mansion full of other sexy vampires I would take it ... especially if the person I was in love with was also a vampire. If both are vampires doesn't that mean more time you get to be together??

TLDR I want to become a vampire at the end of my romance and I haven't had my way yet,

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nobunagas-chatelaine · 2 years

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Ikemen Vampire reaction to MC wanting a hug from them

1. Napoleon Bonaparte

He'd rub his eye open and give you a sleepy half hug but then his arms would fall on the small of your back and Napoleon would instantly pull you inside the covers with him. He then shows you a naughty smirk as he tickles your sides -

"Lay with me for awhile Nunuche"

2. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

He hugs you grumpily saying that he was busy composing pieces and kisses your head. You giggle at your cute boyfriend and tiptoe to kiss him but he moves away and inspects your face -

"What's with the sudden affection are you feeling unwell?"

3. Leonardo Da Vinci

He chuckles when you ask him that and still picks you up in his arms and places playful kisses across your shoulder and collarbones. You two then end up making out only to find Sebastian looking at you wide-eyed-

"I guess they found out about our little secret cara mia"

4. Arthur Conan Doyle

He moves side to side and plays hard to get so you two end up chasing each other in the garden and at last you spring out from a bush and tackle him down and give him a nice and long smooch-

"Luv, if you wanted me that bad you could've just said so."

5. Isaac Newton

Surprisingly Isaac smiles at you and pulls you to his chest his exhaustion long forgotten. He strokes the sides of your face and goes to sleep hugging you like that.

"Sleep well my darling"

6. Jean D' Arc

Jean wasn't a big fan of cuddles early on in the relationship but now he'll paractically melt if you hug him. Your lovely smell relaxing him.

"Don't tell this to anyone but I find your hugs very comforting."

7. Comte De Saint Germain

He smiles at you and hugs you tight. Maybe he'll procrastinate his paper work for a while and snuggle with you. *Wink wonk*

"You know you don't have to ask for a hug right, cherie?"

8. Sebastian/ Akihiko Satou

He's a busy man so he'll give you a quick hug and place a soft kiss on your brow showing you a guilty smile. You can't blame him though, it sure is hard taking care of a mansion full of vampires.

"Allow me 5 more minutes my love, I'll attend to you shortly."

9. William Shakespeare

He knew you were under the weather so it doesn't take much time for him to spread his arms wide for you and cradles your face in his hands placing a chaste kiss on your forehead.

"Fair maiden of mine, do tell what is the reason behind all your worries."

10. Vincent Van Gogh

He puts down his paintbrush and gives you a bright smile. He kisses you on the cheek and hugs you tight, still giving light kisses on your nape and ears.

"Would you like to see me paint my Schatje ?"

11. Theodorous Van Gogh

He blushes and grumbles how you shouldn't be doing things like this and just hug him whenever you like. Lets you sit on his lap and play with his hair.

"Don't mess up my hair too much Hondje, or I'll have to tickle you down."

12. Dazai Osamu

The writer picks you up spins you around as sounds of pure joy erupt from both of you. He sets you down and gives you an adorable bear hug, his hugs sure are the best.

"You're real adorable, you know that right?"

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letterstoear · 13 days

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Ikemen Vampire inspired jewelry part 2

In addition to the first set, I'm proud to announce the second addition to the collection. With this set I decided to include necklaces and bracelets, but not so much on earrings.

Purchase from my shop here: Shop — Letters to Ear (squarespace.com)

The necklaces are $12 each and the bracelets are $8 each. If you live outside of the U.S and would like to purchase please DM for further information.

Johann Georg Faust Despicable Love

Faust's necklace is a reversable chocker, one side is a velvet nightly blue and other side is a maroon satin ribbon. I figured it would be nice to use the MC's colors along with his.

Purchase Despicable Love here: Despicable Love — Letters to Ear (squarespace.com)

Napoleon Bonaparte Tie Me With Your Love

Napoleon's necklace features a ribbon closure which you can use to feature a bow on the side, front or even back. This time around I went with his signature colors in a more simplistic chocker necklace.

Purchase Tie Me With Your Love here: Tie Me With Your Love — Letters to Ear (squarespace.com)

Isaac Newton Tinted Love

Unlike the other suitors in this collection, Isaac's jewelry item is a bracelet. I made this with the idea of items he would collect along a walk with his lover.

Purchase Tinted Love here: Tinted Love — Letters to Ear (squarespace.com)

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart Graceful Love

Made with glass beads this necklace is inspired by Mozart's color pallet. I wanted something that would be delicate and gentle, so I went with softer colors and chose to not include purple. Another color Mozart is often associated with.

Purchase Graceful Love here: Graceful Love — Letters to Ear (squarespace.com)

Galileo Galilei Did Our Love Shine Or Did it Blaze?

One of the newer suitors to the game I took inspiration from Galileo who has yet to come to the English server. This was made in mind with what kind of necklace Galileo would gift his lover.

Purchase the necklace here: Did Our Love Shine or Did it Burn? — Letters to Ear (squarespace.com)

Charles-Henri Sanson Chained by Love

Charles' necklace is more of a streetwear style instead of a elegant chocker. I chose this style because I felt as though Charles would wear something similar in modern day.

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cloudcountry · 4 months

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SUMMARY: a handful of insecurities the ikemen guys would adore.

WARNINGS: none!! :D

COMMENTS: happy holidays everyone!! i hope this makes at least one person feel loved by their fav <3 just know that this isnt a decisive list and that no matter your insecurity your favorite suitor would adore you to bits.

you might think that they're silly for adoring your stomach so much, worshiping any extra fat or polished muscle you possess. they revel in your softness, burying their face into your midsection whenever they get the chance, kissing the skin there when they wake up and resting a hand over your belly button when you two go to sleep. if you’re ticklish there, watch out, because they take great joy in poking and prodding you just to hear you giggle.

arthur, dazai, will, charles, luke, silvio, edgar, kyle, seth, loki, masamune, mitsunari, motonari.

they don't understand what’s so embarrassing about your body hair. to them, it adds a sort of human softness to your legs as they run their hands down your calves, feeling the slight prickle of where each strand begins and ends. they think it’s beautiful, smiling so softly as they cup your knee, rubbing their thumbs across your skin. they do the same to your arms, cherishing every inch of your body, just to remind you that even if you don’t like your body hair, they do because it's you.

leonardo, vincent, faust, clavis, zero, sirius, fenrir, mitsuhide, shingen.

your nose is often where their kisses land, sprinkling the bridge of it with their love and affection. they caress your face so tenderly as they bump their nose against yours, and you can feel the smile on their lips when they lean in to kiss you again. no matter what shape or what size, they will never stop thinking that your nose suits you just perfectly.

isaac, jean, leon, yves, sariel, keith, jonah, luka, dean, oliver, hideyoshi, keiji.

they think your acne and your scars are beautiful, even if you hate the way they look on your body. they insist it could never take away from your beauty, that you will always and forever be radiant, even with the red marks and the dull, faded scars. they’ll help you take care of them so you aren’t hurt, but they will never let you believe that you’re ugly. that word should not be associated with you, not when you have constellations speckled across your face and scars that are on their precious love and their precious love alone.

napoleon, sebastian, licht, nokto, alter keith, ray, dalim, mousse, yukimura, kanetsugu, kicho.

...and along with acne, they know you could never look prettier, especially not without your cellulite or stretch marks or anything in between. they trace the folds and warps in your skin with reverence because you are their love, their light, and their darling, and for as long as they live they want nothing more than to be able to hold you. because you are a human being who is worthy of love, if not for your humanity then because of your humanity.

mozart, theo, comte, vlad, jin, chevalier, rio, gilbert, lancelot, harr, blanc, nobunaga, ieyasu, ranmaru, kenshin, sasuke, yoshimoto, kennyo.

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violettduchess · 11 months

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Congrats once again Violet!! ❤️❤️ I hope you get lots of requests to your liking and have fun!! Thank you for all your hard work and the amazing fics you give us 🙇🏻‍♀️ Can I please have...Napoleon + laughing while kissing? 🥺💕 Gahh im excited!! Have a great day!!

A/N: Here you are @kissmetwicekissmedeadly 💜

Napoleon x reader

WC: 1174

You blame it on the fact that you still haven’t quite gotten the hang of operating an oven from the nineteenth century. You’ve watched Sebastian use it and Napoleon, of course. They make it seem effortless. And yet somehow….your efforts have resulted in your Hato Sabure, traditional Japanese dove-shaped butter cookies, looking less like doves and more like blackened crows. A frustrated sigh shuffles past your lips as you look over your personal baking disaster. All you wanted was to make Napoleon a treat, to thank him for the time he has spent with you. All the walks through town, where he points out little things around the city most people would not glance twice at, introducing you to his students, the ones who stare at him with starry-eyed admiration, and especially for coming to your aid the other night, when you were out too late in a town that is too dark for a lone woman hurrying home by dim streetlight. A shudder runs through you at the memory of that circle of men with their hungry eyes and yellow smiles. And Napoleon, appearing like an avenging angel out of the shadows, scattering them back into the dirty corners of the city from whence they came.

The kitchen clock chimes, shaking you out of your reverie, sending a jolt through you. Napoleon will be back soon! You barely have time to make a fresh batch. Your lips press together in a stark line of determination. You have to try.

And you really, really have to hurry.

The Hato Sabure are a beautiful gold, edged in crispy brown and still warm from the oven when you knock on the door of Napoleon’s room. Your heart surges forward when it swings open and he is there, his jacket hanging over the wooden chair by his desk, his crisp white shirt unbuttoned at the neck.

“Nunuche,” he says with a smile that reaches the beautiful jade of his eyes, warming them like the waters of the South Pacific. “What’s this?”

You step inside, holding the plate of cookies, willing yourself to steady your breathing in the hopes that your heart will follow suit and settle down.

“I wanted to thank you for the other night. Therefore…..cookies.”

His smile grows and your heart is beating so wildly at its beauty that your lungs are starting to follow your heart's lead, ignoring your brain's commands to breathe evenly.

“Cookies are always welcome,” he says in that voice of his, that deep, sonorous voice that melts you like chocolate powder in warm milk. He takes the plate from your outstretched hands, his fingers lightly brushing yours. Your skin tingles at the point of contact, his touch sending tiny fireworks of excitement cartwheeling through you. He sets the plate on his nightstand and sits down on the edge of his bed, reaching for a cookie and eagerly takes a large, enthusiastic bite.

You watch his expression carefully, your lower lip caught between your teeth. They may just be cookies but they are also a piece of you, your homeland, your history, as well as a token of your affection for him.

Your admiration.

Your yearning.

He blinks those beautiful nebulous eyes, his chewing suddenly slowing.

He stifles a polite cough behind one large hand, swallowing the mouthful down. This time his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“They are….unlike anything I have ever tried before.” He takes another bite but you notice the way he tenses while chewing.

Oh no….he doesn’t like them.

Despair floods you, too warm and too quick. It leaves you dizzy as you step forward, taking a cookie from the plate and quickly taking a bite. You have to know what's wrong……or they bad...or is it you?

And just as quickly as you bit it, you spit it out with a gasp.

It definitely isn't you.

“They….they’re so salty!” You stare down at the cookie, feeling betrayed and then despair gives way to horror. You were in such a rush to make a new batch….and the salt was in an identical crystal bowl as the sugar…..

“Napoleon, don’t eat anymore! I mixed up salt and sugar!”

“Dieu merci”, he mutters, setting down the half-eaten monstrosity and then at the look on your face, his eyes widen. “Nunuche?”

You can’t help it. You've started laughing. “You….were eating that horrible thing. My god. I am so sorry….I…” Your words are being swallowed by your relieved giggles. The cookies were truly awful. It really wasn’t you.

Your laughter sparks his own and he reaches out, taking your hands in his and pulls you down onto the edge of the bed next to him. The sound is warm and welcoming and when mingled with yours, it's music to your ears.

“Y-you were going to keep eating that…that…salt lick, weren’t you?” The idea of him choking down those terrible accidents fills you with equal parts amusement, affection and admiration of his kindness.

He squeezes your hands, nodding even as he laughs, his gaze downcast as he takes in the sight of your hands in his, a perfect fit. When he looks up, you’re still laughing, softly, eyes bright as you meet his gaze. And then like magnets, you’re both leaning in at the same time, unable to resist each other’s pull, hands gripping each other tightly as the laughter trickles away at the press of his lips to yours.

Your heart explodes with sunlight, warmth spilling forth from its chambers and filling you with a glow that only he can ignite. A small, final, breathless laugh escapes you and you feel the curve of his smile against your mouth before he begins moving his lips in earnest, his kiss blossoming from something small and contained into something bigger, something new and beautiful and utterly delicious.

When he pulls away, your lips parted in silent protest. He inhales, then gifts you a smile that would brighten even the darkest of midnights. He lifts your hands to his lips, placing a kiss on the top of one, then the other. You allow yourself to be so bold as to run a hand over his soft hair like you’ve been aching to do ever since you laid eyes on him.

“I believe," he murmurs, turning his face to where your raised arm is stroking his hair and placing a kiss on the inside of your forearm, “that this may be the key to removing the taste of your well-intentioned but dreadful treat.”

Again laughter bubbles up from within, from this new-found well of happiness that Napoleon has formed in your heart.

“Is that so?” Your voice is soft with tenderness, effervescent with joy, warm with desire.

He nods, reaching out and winding an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. “Oui. I am sure of it.” His gaze is bright. Playful. Sultry.

He leans in, capturing your mouth again like the conqueror he is.

Et tu te rends joyeusement.

And you surrender happily.

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art-of-love-and-war · 10 months

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Can I ask for Napoleon, Nobunaga, but especially MASAMUNE and MITSUHIDE being called cute by his s/o? In the current event the reader called Masamune cute and he was No, I’m not cute! But I can’t help to think they are cute, very cute. Your headcanon a are very good, I like them, keep working please ❤️❤️❤️

Characters: Napoleon Bonaparte | Oda Nobunaga | Date Masamune | Akechi Mitsuhide Rating: General. Word count: 1,231 words Warning/s: None Author note: Howdy! I’m so sorry this took me so long to write, but I’m writing this at work lmao, please get me out of here.

[୨୧] — Napoleon Bonaparte

Cute? Him?

Of course, he is.

When you call him cute he just blinks a couple of times, making you think maybe he didn’t like that or was taken aback about being called it...

Him? The Emperor? Called “cute” by his sweet nunuche?

He just does a big smile, and puts his hands under his chin, mimicking a sweet cherubim. “Am I the cutest?”

This only makes you laugh until your tummy hurts too much.

And Napoleon only keeps pressing about it. “What am I not cute?” while making an exaggerated sad face.

He starts chuckling then, asking you if he is really cute. And just as you thought, he would never in his life (lives?) have been called cute and he is happy you are the first one to think so.

Honestly, he does a lot of cute things, like kiss you the first thing he wakes up, and speak nonsense.

Hell, you could pull up his hair in pigtails and he’d own it, calling himself cute.

Also, I can imagine him pondering it sometimes. Like, in the kitchen.

Sebas is polishing the silver while Napoleon cooks, and when he needs to wait for food to be ready, he leans against the counter and asks. “Sebas, do you think I’m cute?”

Sebas wants to say yes, but he forces himself to say no and instead asks about what brought the question.

“Hm, never mind. Just thinking about some nunuche.”

[୨୧] — Oda Nobunaga

If you call him cute I can imagine him as the type who shot circuits at the thought of himself being cute.

He ponders and reflects if he has done things that might be classified as “cute” lately.

Then with his face twisted, eyebrows scrunched up together, lips pressed into a thin line.

“You are growing bolder every day by now, daring to call me cute, fireball.”

Says the man who uses his haori as an invisibility cape whenever he wants to sneak out and steal konpeito from the kitchen.

Says the man who stole your teddy bear because it amused him.

There are things of him that are terrifying, yes, and thankfully, he has learned to be more human about certain traits of himself, thanks to you.

You just believe, after learning of his story and life before meeting you, that he is still just a child at heart.

Oh, but if you insist that he is cute, be prepared.

He’d get all dominant, like the conqueror he is, towering over you with a dark smile.

“I. Am. Not. Cute.”

You battle this by reaching out, as fast as lightning, and touching the tips of his ears, making him cringe away from you while covering his ears, his cheeks turning into the most lovely shade of pink.

“Yes, you are.”

[୨୧] — Date Masamune

Oh, to tame the wild tiger.

In my head, Masamune is just like a tiger, yes, but the type of tiger that if left with a cardboard box nearby, will sit if it fits.

He also loves to deny that he is so adorable it makes butterflies bat their wings violently in your stomach because it only makes him cuter.

When you tell him out loud that he is cute, he looks beyond offended.

How. Dare. You. (...Tell the truth).

This makes a game of “No, you” start between you two, where he is deemed to lose.

You only reach to pinch his cheeks, tugging at his face affectionately while trying to make the harsh frown on his face disappear while he does the same to you.

I can imagine him being bothered about it, he just wants to play a brave front and be the perfect leader for his clan and people, he cannot be cute.

You beg to differ, he only is cute with you, and you are glad you are the only one who gets to see him like that.

Though, he is too hard-headed to admit it.

He is very insistent when you keep calling him cute. “No, I am not!” it's such a great way to tease him and make his cheeks go red and his usually wild personality become coy.

These kinds of arguments always end up in one of two ways.

The first one is with him chasing you all over the castle until you say the contrary, the staff, and servants already knowing what was all the spectacle about and even just stepping aside to let you and the lord run.

The other is with him, cuddling you in bed after a tickle fight he won, taking the place of the big spoon, he hides his face against the crook of your neck, cheeks still tinted red as your words replay in his head.

“I adore it when you are this cute! It's like you are a big kitty!”

He hates how warm it makes him inside

[୨୧] — Akechi Mitsuhide

Where do I start with this man?

He is…difficult to tease by calling him cute.

You have already called him “cute” before, comparing him to a white cat that had crossed your path when you were walking through the market.

Resulting in him, smiling at you (beware, it was the snake smile), which made a heavy weight settle on your tummy.

But then with his hands imitating cat paws, saying “Meow”.

You didn’t know if to cringe or if to laugh until you coughed a lung out.

The way he kept his smile made you wheeze until you were struggling to get air because he kept acting that way.

(He is torturing you this way, by the way)

And he is having the joy of his life by watching you struggle to breathe as you laugh.

And he is the type to not take it seriously, you are calling him “cute”, and he thinks you are trying to tease him.

If you stand your ground (after laughing your lungs out), he’d just blink, and you can’t quite read what he is thinking. And that is terrifying.

Mitsuhide honestly doesn’t know how to react to his first instinct is to go blank, thinking of how to respond properly.

Mostly, because he thinks he is far from cute, and people have found him to be scary with his demeanor, and he doesn’t blame them. He likes to give off that vibe to protect you and himself.

After his blank expression, he only frowns, “I doubt I can be considered cute, but I believe this is something of you that is rubbing off on me.”

He smirks after this, noticing the way you blush, having turned the tables.

You, however, are not happy, you just want to make sure he knows he sometimes is cute!

He absolutely keeps trying to do everything possible to turn it around every time until you are frustrated, turning your head the moment the door opens.

You are left staring at Kyubei, who just bows deeply in greeting.

You don’t let the vassal talk before you ask him. “Do you think Mitsuhide is cute?”

Kyubei is sweating bullets at the question, it's not known if it's because of your question or the killer look his master is directing at him.

Without a word, the vassal decides he doesn’t want that question to be the last one he answers, so he leaves without saying a word, leaving you with an argument unresolved.

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Ikemen Vampire - Jean x Napoleon x Reader

Visions of Temptation Challenge hosted by @xxsycamore

Day 25 Prompt: Edging

Also written for August's Polyam Shipping Day, Prompt: Explore by @polyamships

This started, long ago, as a draft of a Napoleon/Reader pegging fic. Them I realized the polyamory event would happen right before Napoleon's birthday and was a bit lazy to start a new fic so it turned into this threesome as a pre-birthday event. Never finished it in time, but I finally managed to make something out of this old WIP, late for both events. It could fit a few kinktober prompts but in the end I chose this one.

Tags: Pegging, Light Dom/sub play, Oral Sex, Edging

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To trust someone enough to feel safe enough to explore new things, parts of you that had to be hidden, or things you just never got the chance to explore, or even things you were afraid of, was something special. But taking the first step with someone new and trusting these things you were afraid of for the first time, even with people you otherwise trusted, could be difficult.

And it was by trust that Napoleon found himself in this predicament, his body under yours as he ate you out.

He always loved the taste of you. The way your body quivered as he licked you. The way you cried his name in response to the pleasure he gave you.

But you being, not only on top but also in complete control, not only of yours but of his pleasure too, was a great deal for him. Napoleon wasn’t used to giving up control, but he trusted you enough to put himself completely at your mercy.

And this was his reward, before you moved into the primary plans for the night. You didn’t try to dictate how you would like to be pleased, letting him use his mouth and tongue as he wished.

That didn’t mean you hadn’t started to take control of other things. Or that you were being nice to him, the offered reward becoming more of a challenge.

Your body was positioned facing his, so you could reach out and stroke his cock, your movements slow, with barely any pressure, just enough to cause his pleasure to build up but not to bring him to a release, and then you would stop, taking your time to get more lube, before resuming your task.

At first, he thought you were just stalling until your own release, but you had come twice now, and not only did you seem to have surprisingly more stamina than usual, but you still kept him on edge.

It was driving him insane. How long would he be able to hold back from flipping you over and fucking you senseless, all other plans for the night be damned?

At the limit of his control, Napoleon held your hips, pulling you closer, only to stop when he received a hard pinch to one of his nipples in response.

“Who said you could touch me?” You reproached in a playful, sultry tone. “You’re so impatient. Do I need to tie you?”

He chuckled. This was frustrating, but there was something both hot and amusing about you being this bold.

It also made him a little flustered by being commanded in such a way. It wouldn’t be easy to get used to, but Napoleon couldn’t say he hated it.

“You’re enjoying tormenting me, aren’t you?”

“Maybe.” You answered, playfully.

“But you’re also stalling. Waiting for Jean, aren’t you?”

He tried to hold back from laughing when your body stiffened. He was sure you were blushing.

“Should we wait for him?” You asked, hesitantly.

“He’ll show up if he’s ready.” Napoleon reassured. “And if he wants, he can join whatever we’re in the middle of. Unless you want to wait.”

“You’re the one who invited him.” You turned around, sitting on his chest instead. “But if it’s up to me, then no. It’s not like our plans depend entirely on him. Or do you want to wait?” You adjusted your body, brushing his in a way that made him moan, and kissed him before he could answer. “What about a couple more minutes? You can finish what you started, and you help me with my gear while we wait.”

Finishing what he started was something he could hold back a little longer for. If you allowed, he could spend the whole night at that.

Maybe tomorrow he would, as a birthday treat.

“You’re so greedy tonight. Is dominating me that exciting for you? Or is it the idea of fucking me?”

“I’m not that greedy!” You protested, a little flustered.

Napoleon laughed, flipping you down as he kissed you, before resuming his place between your legs.

“Well, I don’t mind you being greedy with me, ma Reine.” He kissed the inside of your thigh. “I am at your orders tonight.”

Seeing that you didn’t complain as he held you down this time, Napoleon eagerly resumed his task.

He licked and sucked with greed, as if he was starving despite it not being your first round. The way you moaned, already greatly stimulated from earlier, the way you tangled one hand into his hair, trying to pull him closer, body grinding against him, only fuelled his passion, and he sucked harder. It wasn’t long before you came for the third time, with a loud cry of his name, and soon he was reluctantly pulled away.

Napoleon knelt up, watching you try to catch your breath. You were panting, with your eyes closed, your entire body flushed. He especially loved seeing you that vulnerable and tempting. A shame he couldn’t have you right away.

He reached for the toy left on the nightstand, wondering, not for the first time, where it had come from. But again, he didn’t question you, silently helping you adjust the straps that held it in place.

A shiver of both excitement and apprehension ran through him. There was something so strange but sexy about the way you looked wearing that, and something always ached within him in response every time he saw that while you two had been preparing for this, but especially now, with the way you teased him earlier.

Napoleon looked up, eyes meeting yours. He smiled and, without breaking eye contact, leaned down, holding your thighs again, then licking the fake cock from base to head, feeling you shiver as you watched him, entranced.

You couldn’t feel it, so Napoleon didn’t understand why you reacted so strongly, but he liked to watch. He took the tip into his mouth, noisily sucking on it, watching the way you blushed, before you smirked at him.

“You make a better performance every time. I will love to watch how you deal with a real one. But why don’t we leave the show for another time?”

You nudged him back, and Napoleon followed your lead, allowing you to flip your roles again. But before you could do anything, you heard the door being unlocked and practically leaped away, scrambling for the sheets. Napoleon laughed and pulled you back to him. It could be only one person at this time, and he couldn’t believe you had forgotten.

“It’s not that funny.” You pouted, recovering from the scare. But when he couldn’t stop laughing, you leaned back over him, pinning him to the bed. “Do you want me to punish you?”

“Sorry.” Napoleon tried to stop again. Not because he was afraid of your threat. He knew you didn’t have the drive to be too rough, especially on your first time playing like that, and especially not in front of Jean. Besides, he considered he might actually enjoy that. “But you’ve been stalling to wait for Jean, but got distracted enough to forget he was coming.” He said, still chuckling.

“Well, you’re lucky he’s here. Or I would really make you regret this.”

Napoleon would have challenged you to go ahead with it. Since he was already putting himself in this position, might as well go all out and see how the two of you would like it in the end, right? But Jean had made his way to the bed during the exchange, standing there, observing the two of you, and Napoleon noticed the hesitation in his eyes, so he waited for a reaction.

Jean sat on the edge of the bed, leaning forward to kiss you.

“There is no need to hold back because of me.” Then his attention turned to Napoleon and he reached out, lightly touching his cheek at first, but then the hesitation was replaced with something hot and alluring and his hand slid down, gripping his chin firmly. “Or should I punish him for you?”

From someone who was so torn about agreeing to do this, despite his own curiosity, this change in tune was unexpected. And even if Jean hadn’t been so hesitant about this, it was more than Napoleon would have expected of him, anyway.

Both of you had been worried before, but there was no reason to make sure Jean was certain of his decision to join you. Not after such an answer.

“Well, as long as he behaves, I think we can leave him off the hook for now. Not that I think he would mind that much.”

Jean blushed, hesitating a little again.

“I was only joking, mon amour..” He said, before smiling and kissing you. “But I will keep that in mind.”

Then Jean turned back to Napoleon. For a moment, they stared at each other in silence, Jean hesitating a little again before he closed the gap between them. Their first kiss was barely a brush of lips before Jean pulled away, confidence seemingly returning to him as his hand moved to the back of Napoleon’s head, pulling him into another kiss, deeper this time, tongue exploring his mouth.

“You taste like her.” He muttered.

“What can I say? I love how she tastes.” Napoleon winked at you.

Jean’s attention also returned to you, and you kissed him, pulling him so he would turn around to properly face you.

Napoleon watched as Jean touched you all over, teasing your sensitive spots and you did the same to him, your moans muffled into each other’s mouth. Feeling left out, he moved behind Jean, starting to remove his clothes.

His shirt was gone in an instant, the two of you barely paying the action any attention, except to make sure not to get in the way.

When he went to undo his belt and pants, Jean tensed a little, causing Napoleon to stop.

“Don’t hesitate telling any of us if you ever need to stop.” He reassured, waiting for Jean to nod before he continued his task, placing gentle kisses along Jean’s neck and shoulders.

When all the clothes were out of the way, you nudged Jean to turn around, back to Napoleon instead, who straddled Jean’s waist, kissing him.

Napoleon only heard you leave the bed and felt you climb back behind him, at first kissing his back, hands reaching around to explore his chest, pinching a nipple, then you pulled him from Jean’s lap and to a kneeling position.

Although he’d been naked from the start, for the first time in the night Napoleon felt a little exposed when Jean looked him over. Maybe because he realized that was exactly your intention. Your hands left him, only for one to return, a wet, slightly cold finger massaging his hole and lubing him up, before being slowly eased inside.

It wasn’t the first time you tried that part, but it always felt both pleasurable and a little strange. The most strange part was probably the lube.

Your other hand wrapped around his cock, barely creating pressure when you moved, just like you had in the beginning. Jean watched your movements with interest, looking up when you teased the tip of Napoleon’s cock and he let out a soft moan.

“Do you want to try?” You asked Jean. He nodded, and your small hand was replaced by his bigger one.

Napoleon welcomed the extra pressure, although Jean’s movements were hesitant and even clumsy, until he found a comfortable rhythm. Jean barely tensed when Napoleon returned the gesture tentatively, trying to match that same rhythm.

Although Napoleon found it hard to concentrate. Besides Jean’s hand on his cock and the heated kisses they shared, you now had two fingers inside him, moving a little too slow for his liking, your other hand roaming his body, from teasing his balls to pinching his nipples, your mouth biting and kissing at his neck. His mind was overloaded with all these sensations, the sweet whispers of love and praise you whispered in his ear and the delicious moans he drew from Jean. He was ready to melt under all of it.

But everything ceased abruptly, and Napoleon blushed at the disappointed whimper that escaped him. His hand was gently taken away from Jean, who had a similar reaction at the loss.

“Just switching positions. Be patient.” You said soothingly.

You were totally teasing him, and you knew exactly what you would get from it. In fact, that might be exactly why you wanted to arrange this on the night before his birthday.

With a few pushes, pulls and nudges, you guided him to the position you wanted and Napoleon found himself on his hands and knees.

Napoleon looked up at Jean, silently asking for permission, and his answer was a hand at the back of his head, gently nudging him.

He fit as much as he could of the cock before him into his mouth. Napoleon wasn’t used to doing something like this, but he’d had some pratice with you, although Jean was bigger than your toy.

He stater moving his head, at first slowly, adjusting to the size, exploring the feel of it with his tongue and savoring the taste. And he liked that taste more than he expected.

Napoleon was barely getting used to the position when he felt the tip of your toy begin to push into him.

“Ready?” You asked.

He only made a noise of approval, not even interrupting his task, but switched from moving to just sucking.

You eased inside slowly. Napoleon loved the way it stretched him, and the way he found himself stuffed full on both ends.

With just a few thrusts from you, Napoleon came in an explosive orgasm that almost made him choke on Jean, who pulled back to let him breathe, and every new thrust from you made him see more stars. He never expected it to feel this good.

Would it feel better with a real cock? Maybe, but there was something quite hot about having you being the one doing this to him. The way your roles were reversed as you fucked him, gently at first, but when his orgasm died down and he started to thrust back, you started to actually pound into him.

Jean, who had so much difficulty accepting his own curiosity to be there, had switched from hesitating at a simple kiss to face fucking Napoleon as if they had done it many times before.

You stopped for a moment before adjusting your rhythm to match Jean’s. Or trying to, but stopped again because Jean was losing his own rhythm as he got near his limit, his moans growing louder and more frequent.

Napoleon nearly choked again twice as Jean’s cock hit the back of his throat, making him tighten around your toy, increasing his own pleasure.

With a couple more thrusts, Jean finally came, the taste of his cum better than Napoleon expected.

He looked up, eyes meeting Jean’s, and made a point of audibly gulping it down, enjoying the way Jean blushed, confidence seemingly lost again.

“Are you that shy about me? Because I love how you taste, too. I wouldn’t mind another performance some other time.”

“You’re just being so…” Jean looked at you, then away, scooting a little back.

“So what?” Napoleon grinned. In any other position, he would have chased Jean.

“You’re acting a little too slutty, that’s what.” You answered, pulling out of him and pushing him down so his upper body was resting against the bed, ass in the air, but despite your rough movements, he could notice a hint of shyness in your voice as well.

Napoleon was a bit embarrassed, too. He wouldn’t have gone that far at another time. It didn’t feel natural for him to do so. But they were in the moment of experimenting things and he felt a boost of confidence to try these things now.

“I thought tonight we were supposed to go all out. You weren’t holding back until now, Nunuche.”

“That’s who you are when you go all out?” You asked, playfully.

No. Napoleon doubted he had reached his limit, because he doubted you had reached yours. Then there was also Jean, who was just starting. He was just a reflection of his partners, and he was only reflecting your own energy tonight.

“Only when you keep teasing me.”

You pushed back into him in one swift motion. The angle of the new position feeling even better, making him moan your name.

“Then I will stop teasing.”

You didn’t waste time fucking him as hard as you could. There was a shift in the bed, and Jean started pumping him.

Between the two of you, he didn’t last long. You slowed down, but didn’t stop until his orgasm subsided, only pulling out when he started to come down from his high, tired body collapsing on the bed.

Napoleon took a deep breath, trying to steady his heart, and rolled to lie on his back and be able to look at you.

“You look so hot like this.” You were still eying him as you reached for a cleaning cloth you had left on the nightstand earlier.

Napoleon followed your gaze as it shifted over to Jean, who was sitting there, staring at his hand, stained in Napoleon’s cum. To both of your surprises and Napoleon’s both embarrassment and excitement, he licked it, although a little hesitant.

He closed his eyes, expression unreadable for a moment, before opening them again and noticing you were staring at him, growing embarrassed at the realization.

“I actually like how you taste, too.” He said, gazing at Napoleon without any hesitation, despite his red cheeks.

Napoleon’s cheeks grew even hotter, and a shiver ran down his spine. He couldn’t resist how both you and Jean were. A mix of shyness, innocence and sexiness, overwhelmingly tempting.

Jean looked away again. Now embarrassed, he reached for the cloth in your hand to finish cleaning himself.

Napoleon sat up just as you retrieved the cloth, starting to clean him now.

“Hey, Nunuche, I can do that myself.”

“No.” You also shook your head, gently pushing him to lie down again. “Let me take care of you tonight.” You leaned forward, kissing him, before resuming your task.

Napoleon watched you for a moment before speaking again.

“You did great tonight. Both of you. I don’t mind if you want to do this again.”

You blushed, finishing the cleaning in silence and setting the cloth and your toy aside.

“I wouldn’t mind so, either.” Jean spoke first.

You looked at one, then the other, and gave them a quick nod.

“I’m glad it all worked out. Thank you for joining us, Jean.” You kissed him. “And you, for agreeing to it.” You kissed Napoleon, who wrapped an arm around your waist, keeping you there with him.

“You also agreed to my own ideas. All of us had things we wanted to try tonight. It was a fair exchange. Next time you have something in mind, don’t hesitate to tell me. I have little I wouldn’t try with you. Now,” he flipped over, laying over you with a grin, “it’s past midnight. Do you know what that means?”

By the way you flushed, you did, but you also looked worried, making him laugh.

“Don’t worry. I will be nice to you. If you behave.” His birthday was just starting, and he would take his time paying you back. “Would you mind joining us, Jean? There is no one else I’d rather share my birthday gift with.”

I probably will write the next scene at some point...

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simp-is-here · 2 years

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Do you ever just think of how attractive it would be if a vampire slowly laid you onto a couch and leaned over you, brushing your hair away from your neck as they lean in till their fangs are just poking your pulse point, their breath against your neck as they tease the idea of biting you before pulling away with a smirk on their face, then before they leave they put two fingers under your chin and give you the smallest peck then head out the door, leaving the tingles of their touch in their wake.

😮‍💨

Did it get hot in here??

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natimiles · 4 months

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Natiii hiii

If your requests are open, is it alright if I request a part 2 of the platonic sibling headcanons for your favourite Ikevamp boys? Where they find out that reader, their precious beloved little sibling, is actually in love with/dating Dazai. I think it would be hilarious xD

Take your time, and remember to put your own health first! ❤

Hi hoooo, Silveeeer! (if you don’t get it, you don’t get it; and it means I’m really old)

Platonic relationships are so cute! Half of them would die if the reader dated anyone, to be honest, HAISUEHSAUIEHSAUIEA. But oooohhh, it was fun to imagine my dearest Isaac! 🤍

I'm sorry it took so long and I hope you liked it! 🤍

gn!reader with a sibling-like relationship with them starts to date Dazai | Isaac, Mozart, Jean, Arthur, Theo and Vincent, and Napoleon

Tags: minor spoilers for Dazai’s route; platonic relationships; sibling-like bond; teeny-tiny suggestive parts for Mozart, Jean, and Theo and Vincent (but still sfw, don’t worry!)

Notes: kind of a part 2 of this post, where gn!reader has a sibling-like relationship with them.

Isaac

“I’m dating Dazai.” — Do you hate him? He feels like you do now.

He was never overprotective or one to pry into your business, but he felt like he should tell you something about it. You are his dearest younger sibling, after all.

He won’t try to separate you not exactly. He just wants to make sure you’re okay — stop glaring at him!

He will ask for Napoleon’s help to have a talk with Dazai. Napoleon is there just giving moral support because he has nothing against the writer. Isaac is in such distress after this talk, he probably got some gray hair. Dazai teased him, and Napoleon didn’t help.

He will tell you about this and every other time Dazai teased him or pulled some kind of prank on him. Might he remind you it was Dazai who gave him wine and said it was juice at the last banquet?

He can finally have a proper talk with Dazai — without being embarrassed or teased — a few weeks later. He can see now that Dazai really cares for you, and his teasing has lessened (but didn’t stop; it never stops).

Just remember your brother is a contrarian, okay? He’ll complain and grimace when he sees you two kissing, but he’ll help you out if Dazai ever tries to avoid you again. He really hopes you two stay together forever; he wants to see you happy.

Now stop bringing him apples every day with the excuse that you’re taking care of your family, Dazai!

No, Dazai, he doesn’t need someone too! Stop trying to set him up with random people!

Mozart

“Dazai asked me out and I said yes.” — “Pfff, no, you didn’t.”

And it’s not because it’s Dazai. It’s because you’re dating. That’s it.

Overprotective brother activated successfully. Every breath you take, every step you take, he’ll be watching you.

Seriously, he’s watching you two like a hawk. You thought Theo had brother issues? Pff! He won’t leave you alone. Or he’ll try to not leave you alone, but Dazai is too cunning and he always finds a way to evade Mozart and take you with him. Your brother might be fuming by now.

He doesn’t even try to talk with Dazai; he just knows he’s not worthy of you. No one is.

You end up having ‘the talk’ with Mozart. Does he remember when he was having a composer’s block, and Dazai helped? That’s how you start your list of “why Dazai is the safest vampire you could date”. You end the list playfully asking if he’d prefer if you dated any of the other writers, like Arthur, and you swear his eyes twitch with only the thought of it.

He tries to keep his pettiness in check for you. Keyword: try. Spoiler alert: he’s not good at it.

He never sees bite marks on your neck, so he thinks everything is okay and still… decent. He freaks out when Arthur points out that Dazai might be biting you on other parts of your body that don’t show when you’re fully dressed. You want to kill Arthur, while Dazai is just giving that closed-eyes smile of his.

Congrats, overprotective brother is back again at full force.

Jean

“I’m dating Dazai.” — “Alright.”

Chill brother ftw!

Sweet, clueless, and innocent brother doesn’t see anything wrong with your relationship.

He’ll just make sure this is what you want and that you’re really happy. He doesn’t need much assurance. He trusts you, and he knows you never lie to him.

He doesn’t have a problem with Dazai, so why should he be worried?

However, he will miss spending more time with you in the beginning of your relationship. So Dazai makes sure to include him in your plans sometimes. He might even help you teach Jean how to write and read. (This is too wholesome to imagine)

Jean doesn’t even know what ‘the talk’ is. The roles are reversed: Dazai ends up having it with him, and you’re freaking out. It ends well though; it seems your new boyfriend didn’t say anything weird. This time.

His only problem might be if he sees you two leaving the same room in the morning. He won’t think much of it until Arthur makes some comment about it. And now Jean thinks you two need to get married. Congrats and thank you, Arthur.

Arthur

“Dazai asked me to date him.” — “Oh, hell no!” — “Oh, hell yes!”

Anyone but him! Seriously! If you don’t want any of the other residents, he can introduce you to someone! He has some acquaintances downtown... That’s when you hit his arm and glare at him. Okay, message received.

He won’t have ‘the talk’ with Dazai, he can’t stand the idea of having this conversation with Dazai.

Again, are you sure you don’t want someone else? If you want a writer, even Shakespeare could be acceptable… You hit him again. Fine! Shakespeare wasn’t acceptable either anyway; he was just desperate.

Dazai doesn’t tease Arthur, so your brother will bring up the times Dazai teased you, like that time you two got stuck downtown because of the rain.

And you bring up the times Dazai helped you, or when he tried to cheer you up. You even list all the times he tried to help him, and Arthur was rude to him.

Touché.

Canonly, he wants to see you breaking Dazai’s masks. So he might accept your relationship just so he can see it and finally be able to read him. Spoiler alert: he still can’t read Dazai, and it drives the sore loser him crazy sometimes.

But you can, so he has to shut his mouth and support you. He’ll be happy for you, eventually.

Theo and Vincent

“I’m dating Dazai.” — “You’ve got the worst taste in men.” — “Oh, congrats! Can we all have lunch together sometime?”

Guess who said what.

Vincent is really happy for you! He already knows Dazai, so he doesn’t need to make sure he is a nice person for you.

Theo is not happy for the exact same reason: he knows Dazai.

He protects you like he protects Vincent and sometimes even more because you are younger. Did you know Dazai goes to the casino? What else does he do downtown? Do you know? Do you seriously trust him?

You have to throw back at Theo that he goes to the pub with Arthur all the time. What does he do there? Why does he only come back in the morning? … Okay, he got it.

Theo promises that he’ll try to contain his brother issues if you’re too upset with him. He doesn’t promise he’ll succeed. Vincent is gladly there to scold him every time.

Vincent will ask if two can pose together for a new painting, while Theo will glare and curse a lot. It’s a lovely painting that you hang in your bedroom.

They’ll both be mad if you shed a single tear because of the writer. Dazai better run, and he better run fast because an angry Vincent is even worse than an angry Theo.

“Sleeping with Dazai is one step removed from sleeping with Arthur.” (he actually says it in Dazai’s route) WAIT. You haven’t slept together yet, have you? HAVE YOU? Vincent had to drag him out of the dining room because Dazai gave that signature smile of his and said, “Oh my, I can’t remember.”

(Imagine Theo lashing out, and Vincent just goes, “Calm down, they just slept together! What’s wrong with sleeping?”)

Theo will try to find a way to have ‘the talk’ with Dazai without you and Vincent knowing. It’ll turn out surprisingly fine, and he starts to trust Dazai a little more. A little.

Arthur is talking about the bite marks not being visible when you’re fully dressed again, just so he can see his best friend losing his mind. Vincent doesn’t understand what’s the problem; he thinks it’s in your arms or some innocent place. God bless this angel.

Theo is back at glaring and cursing.

Napoleon

“Dazai asked me out.” — “Alright, have fun.”

Chill brother ftw! #2

He knows Dazai and he has nothing against him.

He trusts you and your decisions, so he won’t pry or be an overprotective brother mode.

He taught you self-defense and he knows you’ll come to him if you need something anyway.

He will talk to Dazai, but it won’t be exactly ‘the talk’. He just wants to make sure he’s not just killing time with you, even though that’s not something he believes the writer would do… But he’s gotta make sure. It was nice, like friends chatting to catch up on their lives, y’know?

If Dazai runs away from you like he does on his route before you start dating, he will not be pleased. But he will try to help you out, if you ask.

If a single tear is seen in your eyes, you bet he throws the chill-brother-state-of-mind out of the highest window of the mansion along with Dazai.

Seriously, he won’t freak out about your relationship, and he won’t do anything unless you ask him to. He really just wants you to be happy.

He’ll try to read Dazai’s books. Gotta support family.

(Can we imagine him ruffling your hair and then ruffling Dazai’s hair? Okay, sorry…)

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