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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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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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tayovampr · 8 months

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How Gossip Spreads Through The Mansion.

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( warnings? ) none. ( notes? ) THIS HEADCANNON CONTAINS MY OC. just a few thoughts about how these vampires are extremely nosy and love to spread false information unknowingly :0

It all begins in the kitchen. As the coffee brews for the mansions residents, our lovely helpers: Sebastian, Mitsuki (Y/n) and Temi seem to be cooking up some trouble…

Mitsuki would unintentionally reveal something that happened thorough out the day. Maybe it was something she overheard while shopping, on the balcony or watching Napoleon and Jean spar. She always tells Sebastian and Temi what she hears about the residents—since Sebastian has that interesting hobby of his.

“Hey Sebastian, Temi?” Mitsuki calls out to the two as they washed the dishes. Sebastian was scrubbing, Temi was rinsing, and Mitsuki was drying and polishing.

The two turned their heads to look at their friend, wondering what was the matter.

“I was in Comte room earlier helping him open up some letters, and that’s when I came across this one letter. Now mind you, it was scented, had a very prestigious emblem on the wax and included a dried rose in it.” Mitsuki began.

“Le Comte gets letters like that all the time.” Sebastian responded. “Was there something special about it?”

“Well, it clearly came from a girl. And when Comte read it, he was so happy! I mean I never saw him like this before, but it makes me think if he has a secret lover—” Before Mitsuki could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by Temi, who had accidentally dropped a plate into the sink, causing the water to splash up at her.

“Secret lover?!” She exclaimed in disbelief. “What makes it worse is that it’s believable…”

“What if she’s a vampire bombshell who was childhood friends with him and lives in a gothic castle lavished in red and riches? I can’t compete in that race…” Temi grumbled afterwards. Sebastian however looked at the two thoughtfully.

“Well, we’ll do no good sitting here pondering. At dinner let’s go ask Le Comte ourselves.”

Most of the times, it’s something tame. No big deal, and not needing of attention. But as always, if your trying to keep a secret in a mansion full of nosy vampires with supersonic hearing—you better believe this game of telephone will spiral out of control.

Isaac, surprisingly, is the main catalyst for this disaster. Jean coming in a close second. ( I mean, you can see it in some events when it’s almost always these two mishearing something (*´▽`*) )

But it would always be unintentional! Isaac would just walk past an open door and when he heard something shocking, he couldn’t help to stop and get a closer ear. Jean on the other hand wouldn’t stop. He would take the bits and pieces he heard and formulate them in his mind, completing the story for himself.

‘Comte has a lover?’ Isaac thought to himself as he listened in to the conversation. ‘Why has he been hiding it from us all this time? Well—I could understand. I hope he introduces us to her…’

‘That rascal!’ Jean grit his teeth when he heard the news. Although heard would be a stretch. ‘Playing with Temi and Mitsuki’s heart even though he has a women of his own. I will get him to confess…’

And now we have three stories. The truth, an assumption, and a incomplete statement. Which one will travel throughout the mansion quicker?

Jean obviously tells Napoleon and Mozart. It slips out during their sparring lessons, and he tells Mozart on a whim—since they’re friends.

“Wait so—Comte is married?” Napoleon exclaims, as he puts his sword back into its hilt. Jean nods, sitting down of the ground to catch his breathe.

“He has refused to tell us about his secret lover for this long. It makes you wonder what else he has been keeping from us…” Napoleon loosely claims, wiping the sweat that adorned his forehead.

Jean however was thinking in his head, that he was right all along not to trust him. “That shady man…”

With Mozart, he looked a bit confused. “There is just no way Comte is married Jean, did he tell you himself?”

Then for Isaac, the words accidentally slip when he was getting teased by Arthur and Dazai. Of course, these were the worse people to tell out of everyone in the mansion.

Arthur applauded Comte on his fruitfulness. Claiming that it takes skill to hid a lover for so long. While Dazai takes this information with interest. It just so happened when he was scaling the windows, he overheard Mozart and Jean’s discussion.

For Dazai, he didn’t really believe this. As he saw in the music room, Jean wasn’t sure who he heard this information from. But being chaotic as Dazai is, he naturally wanted to be included in the fun. So he often changes up the story.

“How sly of Comte, it seems that he has not only hid his secret wife, but the fact that she will be moving in to live with us soon. Isn’t that great Ai-kun? Lovers reunited at last.” With these words Dazai left, not daring to explain anything.

“Move in with us? By Jove, you would think that old man would tell us before making the decision?” Arthur comments with a sigh.

Dazai doesn’t tell anyone else after that. He is more interested in seeing how this spreads and which one would reach Comte’s ear first. Arthur however tells his best buddy Theo. Theo tells Vincent and Vincent tells Shakespeare. By now the rumor has morphed into something unbelievable.

“Comte is a pathological liar who is hiding his wife from the residents and is planning to make her move in with them because she is expecting soon.” Don’t ask how.

Leonardo hears about this from Temi, who asks if Comte had a lover. Leonardo laughs and answers not anymore—wondering why she was asking.

“Are ya worried about “Comte’s” love life cara mia?” Leonardo jokingly asks.

Although he was joking in that moment, it just confirmed his suspicions that something was spreading in the mansion. Throughout the whole day Leonardo was hearing bits and pieces of a story that including Comte—so it was time he saw the truth for himself.

When he gets to Comte’s room he wastes no time to ask him about it.

“Have you just been in your room all day? Looks like you don’t know what’s happening outside.” Comte looks up from the papers he was sorting at Leonardo, a confused look on his eyes.

“Outside?” He asks, to which Leonardo takes out a cigarillo and begins to light it.

“Yeah…something about you being a compulsive liar who is hiding his pregnant wife from us—it gets a bit tricky because half are saying she’s gonna move in with us, and half are saying your gonna move in with her.”

Comte is just astounded. He just stares blankly at Leonardo…an awkward laugh sounding from his throat. “…Really?” Is all he could muster, as Leonardo begins to laugh.

“See I knew it wasn’t true. But you know might as well confirm before I do damage control right?”

Comte was still shocked. After all he’s done from the residents, was this how easy it was for their views to change—and when did he get a pregnant wife?

“For these being the great men I choose to revive…I wonder how great their intuition really is…” Comte mumbles to himself.

“Well, let’s go straight if things out. I’m fairly certain I know who started this.” Leonardo claims, laughing to himself. “I want to know where the story changed too.”

The residents were all gathered for dinner, the main goal being to clear up the misconceptions. Each person was made to go around and tell what they heard and what they believed, and from there they traced it down to Mitsuki, Isaac and Jean.

Mitsuki explains her thinking to Comte, I’m which he clarifies that he has no secret lover and that the letter was just from an old friend he saved years ago.

Everyone breathes out a sigh of relief. It looked like none of them were ready for a new arrival. And some, specifically Mozart, wasn’t particularly fond on a baby crying and running around…

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letterstoear · 7 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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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sunshineyuuji · 1 year

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Surprising Facts

IkeVamp suitors with an s/o who randomly says interesting facts

Characters: Leonardo Da Vinci, Isaac Newton, Arthur Conan Doyle, Le Comte de Saint-Germain, Johann Georg Faust

Warnings: maybe ooc since I don't know their personalities well, bad English (?), some facts may be a little disturbing (Isaac's part), gn!reader/fem!reader.

Notes: hello~! It's great to write again! I hope you're all taking care. This is the first time I write anything that has to do with the Ikemen series, so I hope you like it (╥﹏╥). Also, this is a tiny bit too much inspired by things I say to my friends and family so enjoy this little random facts I know, te-hee~.

Leonardo Da Vinci

"Did you know that Samuel Morse, the creator of the telegraph and Morse code ran for mayor of New York, but was against Catholics and immigrants?"

"I beg your pardon?"

It's really fun to have them around, though he sometimes doesn't understand some of the facts they throw at him and asks them to explain.

He learns more about future events through their random facts than asking the other residents.

He gets caught off guard by some of the facts his s/o throws at him though.

"Nutmeg is a hallucinogen."

Sometimes tries to ask them things that he thinks may be difficult for them to know, but he always fails.

"Actually, Sudan has more pyramids than any other country in the world."

His s/o never fails to impress him and he loves that.

They’re just cute darlings full of knowledge! They’re pretty and smart!

Secretly wishes to surprise his s/o with something they don't know.

Perhaps his unconditional love for them.

"And did you know, tesoro, that I love you dearly?"

I'm sure they didn't know that one, did they?

Isaac Newton

"Did you know the human stomach can dissolve razor blades?"

"Y/N, please, PLEASE stop with the creepy information."

Look, he's glad they’re drenched in information, but WHY do they choose to tell him the creepy ones?

He knows some of the facts his s/o tells him, others are more modern so he asks them information about it.

But when it comes to the creepy ones...

"Acids can dissolve a body more completely than lye, liquefying even the bones and teeth."

"And why do you need this information?!"

Let's face it, it's a bit weird that they know that, but they’re full of information!

Although they always have one or two that make him smile.

"Did you know the world's longest marriage lasted 86 years?"

Isaac looked up at his s/o with intrigue.

"Why don't we break the record?" they smiled at him and laughed when they noticed his cheeks blush.

Arthur Conan Doyle

"There are four law books bound in human skin at the Harvard University Library."

"Bound in what?!"

It feels like a competition.

He wants to outsmart them in saying something they don't know, but never finds anything.

"Video cameras were invented in 1891."

"Mmm that was the movie camera called Kinetograph, but in 1888 Louis Le Prince invented a single-lens camera that created the first and oldest motion video in existence."

"Bloody hell, Y/N!"

Don't worry, there is one thing he can do that leaves them with no answer.

And that is at flirting.

"You may be a little know-it-all, but you're still my cute dove, aren't you?" he chuckles. "Oh yes, I always win in the game of seduction."

Always uses the little random facts they give him on books.

Like that one time when his s/o told him that hydrogen peroxide dissolves blood!

Comte de Saint-Germain

Let's be clear, this man knows quite a lot thanks to his time travels.

But that doesn't stop his s/o from saying a thing or two.

"It's interesting how people often paint you as a time traveler and an immortal being without knowing they're right. Isn't it ironic?"

Asks more about future events like wars that are soon to come or any type of information that calls his attention.

"In your time, which is the most famous book?"

"Currently the Bible. It's the most recognizable and famous book that has ever been published."

He always has this soft smile whenever they tell him anything out of the blue, either because of amusement or because he loves how they smile whenever they tell him any random fact.

It's adorable to say the least, and he will make sure to always make them feel proud of their knowledge.

"Ma chèrie is very smart and knowledgeable. I sure am a lucky man, aren't I?"

Johann Georg Faust

Let's be for real, he's a smart ass.

He knows quite a lot about alchemy and other stuff.

But what about modern stuff?

"You know, I wanted to watch the play that goes by your name. I read it though! Very tragic indeed."

"What are you talking about?"

Yeah, yeah, he’s smart and stuff.

Really cool.

But his face when they tell him something he doesn’t know?!

Priceless.

Even if he does know, he’s more surprised on the fact that his s/o knows that type of stuff.

For example:

“Did you know that injecting 35% hydrogen peroxide can cause inflammation of the blood vessels at the injection site? The oxygen bubbles that block flood flow and lead to gas embolisms, leading to the destruction of red blood cells.”

“May I know why you know this information?”

Secretly likes it. I mean after all, his s/o isn’t just some pretty face.

Doesn’t stop him from teasing you though.

“Your knowledge won’t help you get away from me now will it? Hm, thought so. Now come here before I make you regret it.”

Will make a quiz full of questions regarding history out of spite.

They pass flawlessly. (Yeah, just with random facts from the internet. Leave me alone, I did that once.)

“You are proficient with your little data. Well, I can't expect less from my partner.”

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shookspearewrites · 2 years

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Thank you for your ask, anon my duckling! This was so nice to write, oddly enough, idk just thinking about how the vamps would positively reinforce their MC makes me so happy eee ^^

- JJ x

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Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart:

MC played the ivory keys of the piano expertly, deft fingers flitting with perfect execution across the keys without error. They grinned as their hands danced along the instrument, making beautiful music that rung gloriously around the music room and out of the ajar door and into the hallway where it caught the attention of their boyfriend who paused in his tracks to listen before stepping into the music room,

“Sonata in C is for four hands, why are you playing it alone?” Mozart’s clear voice cut through the gentle twinkling of the piano, startling MC who fumbled over the keys and pressed down haphazardly in shock, letting an unpleasant array of dissonant notes sound out. MC looked almost guilty as their genius composer of a boyfriend stared at them with a mixture of his regular cool blankness and curiosity, scrambling to pick themselves up off the piano stool as heat rose pink on their cheeks, “Don’t run away.” The vampire’s tone was beautifully commanding, making MC sit back down on the stool without a second thought, albeit their embarrassment which Mozart found rather adorable as he sat himself beside his lover. He quirked an eyebrow at the lack of sheet music on the music shelf, “Playing from memory? Impressive.”

MC averted their gaze to the piano pedals, embarrassed that their boyfriend, the Mozart, had caught them playing music that he himself had written, and fidgeted a little in their seat next to him, “I’m not as good as you.” MC’s voice was timid and quiet, their eyes tinged with sadness which made Wolfgang frown deeply and take their chin between thumb and forefinger,

“That’s not a reason to discredit yourself, Liebling. You play exceptionally.” Mozart’s violet eyes were bright with affection and truth as he smiled at his love gently before placing a soft kiss to their cheek and placing his fingers on the keys elegantly, “Now, no hiding your talents from me anymore, Liebchen. Let’s play something together.”

Isaac Newton:

Isaac frowned at the endless pool of papers on his desk and the floor surrounding him, pushing his glasses up as he examined a page of equations for seemingly the hundredth time and grumbling at his own handwriting. He didn’t bother looking up at the door when he heard a knock from the other side of the wood, “Come in.”

“I brought you your lunch, professor,” MC smiled softly as they pushed the door open with their hip, their hands both busy with holding the tray of sandwiches, rouge and tea. Isaac felt his cheeks flush with heat at the title his lover used for him, a blush that only got deeper when he glanced up to see their pretty smile.

“You know you can just call me ‘Isaac’. You’re my partner, not my student.” The physicist's tight shoulders relaxed slightly when he felt MC’s careful hands gently rubbing out the tense knots underneath his skin, and he sighed softly, “I can’t seem to get these equations to make sense. It should be simple, I just can’t work out which of these calculations is throwing it off.” Isaac handed his lover the sheet he’d been pouring over for the past few hours while he reached for one of the small bottles of rouge they’d brought for him, taking a little swig before he began to eat his lunch.

MC stared at the numbers for a minute in silence, feeling Isaac’s dusty pink eyes on their face inquisitively when they spoke, “I see what you’ve done.” They took a pen from the desk and placed the page in front of Isaac, pointing to one equation with the nib of the pen, “The square root of 1018 is 31.9031122671, you’ve just missed out a 2 here in the middle.” MC scribbled a 2 in the correct place and grinned as Isaac took the pen from their hand gently and thusly corrected the rest of the maths on the page, his eyes wide when he looked up at them in shock,

“How on earth did you spot that?” There was a upturn to the corners of his lips as MC just shrugged a little and turned to leave, but Isaac caught their wrist and pulled them into a an uncharacteristically enthusiastic hug, “Perhaps I should have you check all of my work from now on.”

Arthur Conan Doyle:

Arthur smiled softly to himself as he scanned through the scrawled little story in MC’s notebook that had been left open on his desk, his eyes bright with intrigue and curiosity as he read, “You devilish little thing, keeping your brilliance from me.” The vampire was drawn from his entrancement from MC’s story by the sound of MC themselves at door, stuttering as they dropped the basket of laundry they were carrying, “Oh, afternoon, luv.”

“Arthur, you found my book-” MC blushed deeply as they rushed over to their boyfriend and tried to pry the notebook from his hands, whining when he held it above their head - just high enough so that they couldn’t reach it - “C’mon, give it back! Its not like its any good.”

“Are you joking, poppet? This writing is superb!” Arthur’s genuine grin faltered and fell to a frown when he noticed the sour look on his darling’s face, “D-do you not believe me?” His eyebrows curved downward in sadness and his heart beat thick with distress when he noticed the completely blue expression that MC wore, almost like they were about to cry, “MC, I’m telling the truth, this story is brilliant.” The author smiled softly at MC, pinching their cheek affectionately and breaking out into a grin when they shot him a small, sad smile back, “There’s that beautiful smile that I love.”

“I’ll never be as good as you though, Artie,” MC shrugged, sighing softly and turning to leave, frowning at Arthur when he rushed past them and closed the door, standing in the way, “Sebas will kill me if I don’t get back to work soon.”

“I think not, luv,” Arthur smirked when MC looked at him questioningly before he ushered them over to the chaise lounge only to pepper their cheeks with kisses, his grin only growing when MC began to giggle and blush, a genuine smile on their lips to replace the sad one they’d worn minutes earlier, “Now I want to hear all about your writing - no ‘ifs’, ‘ands’ or ‘buts’, alright?”

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whatever-fanfics · 4 months

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Hiiii! Congrats on 200 followers! 🥳

I'd like to request! Hopefully I'm doing it right hihi

I want 1 (fluffy) with 16 (doing work together) from part 1. And from part 2 I'll let you be creative. I'd like with Isaac or Mozart (Ikevamp). Whichever is easier for you (:

Thank you for requesting, don't worry it did everything right! 😊 I'm really excited you're my first request 🥰

P.S. I made the reader gender neutral, I hope that's alright.

Request: Fluff, with 16 "doing work together" (part 1), with 12 "Can you help me with my hair" (part 2). {Isaac Newton} {IKEMEN VAMPIRE}

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Foolish Genius

Ikemen vampire x reader

Isaac newton x gn! Reader

TW: None

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You sighed in annoyance aggressively shaking your head upwards in an attempt to wrestle with the mane on your head causing you endless frustration. You were elbow deep in old books covered in grime, dust, and god knows what else in the library. Some not having seen the light of day for a year of more. If the opening of the library door didn't catch your attention the small sneeze did.

You and Isaac had a rare day off, so he shyly asked, well it's more like he told you, you offered, and he shyly accepted, in your assistance in gathering information for his research.

"Bless you" you turned to face Isaac, even bothered by all the dust he looked so cute. Sniffling a 'thank you' he turned to you, a bit surprised to see you vigorously shaking your head.

"Are you okay?"

"Hair" you said with one last shake, noticing that Isaac's hands were freshly washed you asked "can you help me with my hair?" His eyebrows raised to his hairline, blush coating his cheeks as he awkwardly scratched one and avoided eye contact with you. He grumbled out an unintelligible response. Afraid you'd made him uncomfortable you quickly added "it's alright if you don't want to"

"NO!" he interjected

"I just..." he trailed off, embarrassed. "Isaac, it's alright" you reassured, "No, I want to, I just...don't..know how" his blush more apparent than ever. "Oh..." you cooed, enamored with how sincere yet adorably embarrassed he looked. "Well here I have a hair tie on my wrist, but my hands are dirty. It's not that hard I'll show you" you put the books down on the table and showed him your wrist. He cleared his throat and made his way over to you, his blush dying down as he did so.

With unsure movements he gently takes the tie off your wrist. Immediately entranced by its material and elasticity, sensing his intrigue you started "it's an elastic hair tie, there's a rubber band on the inside. I have some more in my room if you'd like" at your offer he brightened up a bit, but ultimately focused on his next task. You wanted to laugh but held off on it, looking at his intimidated face.

Isaac breathed through his nose, determinedly, and prayed that his blush wasn't as noticeable as he knew it was before. Besides, it's just tying hair, how hard could it be?

Isaac breathed through his nose in exasperation as he tried to gently shake the hair tie from your hair, you hope he didn't notice the way your face scrunched up when he shook your hair, getting a little tangled form his efforts.

"Are you sure you don't want me to do it, I could just-" "No, it's fine I just-tell me again" he urged you, "okay first put your hand in the band and then grab my hair with the same hand, got it?" you paused, not wanting to overload him with information like before, he started once more. After his countless fruitless past attempts, he was able to pull all your hair through and twist the band "Ah!" his surprise caught your attention. Excited for him, partially because you'd been sitting there longer than you'd been searching. "You did it!?!" while you were happy for him and excited, you tried your best not to move so as to not undue his work. "What next" a bit distracted because of his feat, you quickly answered "right, take the hair through the loop again and twist the hair tie" hearing him swallow thickly practically seeing the sweat drop down his forehead in concentration, it made you happy to know he was taking this so seriously. "Okay, what next" he spoke so thickly, you almost wanted to tell him to relax, "don't worry we're almost done" you eased him. Isaac nodded trying to ease his deep concentration "last step, take the hair through the loop one last time and let the hair tie go" you're hopeful it wasn't as bad as your first time tying your hair.

"Okay" he said carefully letting go, easing his hands down to his side as if he were scared his hard work would fall apart if he let go to quickly.

Raising a hand to lightly feel your hair, you felt more bumps and noticed there were a few strands out of the ponytail rather than in. A strained smile made its way to your face, you hoped he didn't notice, he did. "It's good" a bead of sweat formed on his face as he sensed the falsity of your statement.

Seeing the melancholy look overtake his face you said "believe it or not, for your first time. You did really well" well he did feel a little better after hearing you. Looking back up, fully taking in your appearance, a small laugh escaped his throat. Which in turn escaped yours.

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A small hum escaped the young girls mouth as she shifted her weight, waiting for her father to finish her hair.

"Keep still" he mumbled out deep in concentration. She mumbled in response ready for this to be over. She had to get out early in order to talk with the girls about why-"all done" her dad said leaning down to kiss her cheek. He'd gotten better with affection since it was the main way his daughter knew how to show affection.

"Papa" she turned around to see him standing up to button his collar. As he mumbled out a response in acknowledgement she asked "where did you learn to do hair?" He turned to her, surprised, as she felt the braids in her hair. He cleared his throat as a blush took over his features "your-your mother taught me", though some things never change, he answered in a small voice. Clearing his throat once more he asked her why, "cause all the other girls at school don't believe me when I say my mom and dad do my hair, they say dad's can't do hair." She paused for a moment, then continued "I think..it makes you...better..than the other dads." She turned around so he wouldn't see her blush. He knew his smile was evident yet he couldn't bring himself to care. Nothing would beat the happiness he felt from hearing her say that.

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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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art-of-love-and-war · 10 months

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Hi!!! This is the first time I've EVER requested anything, so I'm super excited to be asking you. Would it be OK if I could have headcannons with some of the ikevamp boys? If you're comfortable with it, could I have Arthur, Comte, Isaac and Leonardo with and mc who has ADHD? I completely understand if you don't, feel free to completely ignore me. Thank youuu 😊😊😊❤❤❤

Characters: Arthur Conan Doyle | Comte De Saint Germain | Isaac Newton | Leonardo Da Vinci x GN!Reader Rating: General. Word count: 819 words Warning/s: Reader has ADHD, mentions of procrastination, hyperfocus, not enough focus. Author note: Hello! Sorry this took so long, I’ve had this on my mind for a very long time, and I even thought about doing Isaac’s route to write him more accurately but work has been killing me so I didn't get to open the DSM-V collecting dust in my shelf for this one :c

[୨୧] — Arthur Conan Doyle

There are quite some things he can understand about your symptoms. The main thing being procrastinating.

Listen, he is a writer, and he is not perfect, and there are moments where inspiration poofs out and he is forced to stop with his writer's block, or sometimes he feels stuck in a sentence and decides to do everything except finish his next chapter, so he can empathize when you go through periods where you keep pushing certain activities until the last minute.

He still worries about your well-being, even if he is not a doctor anymore; he is curious about the treatment you had back at your time and home.

He is sweet and understanding, despite having some pet peeves, he does his best to understand how it's something that is part of you and can work with support. And he wants to be that support.

Arthur also finds relatable the moments where you are stuck with your hyper-focus periods, and you happen to do your and Sebastian’s chores for the day on your own, though he is hurt by you mostly ignoring him those awful days when he wants nothing but to pamper you.

[୨୧] — Comte De Saint Germain

He is a wonderful and understanding man.

I can imagine him having a lot of pet peeves with people getting distracted too easily or drifting off and, part of loving you is the imperfections you embrace of each other and, they make you perfect for him as anyone.

He is careful of the periods where you either procrastinate too much or hyper-focus too much to not exhaust yourself with the chores you take or by making you overwhelmed by taking care of the mansion and its inhabitants.

He will listen to your weekly obsession without trouble. Do you want to tell him about 30 crow facts you learned? Tell him. Did you find a new way to make Sebas flick your forehead? He frowns. Do you want to tell him about your comfort fanfic you know by heart because you can’t read it anymore? He will listen.

If you fidget too much, and if you ask, he will get someone from his multiple contacts to make a “replica” of the fidget toys you used to have back at home.

[୨୧] — Isaac Newton

I have been seriously thinking of this since I got this ask because it seems too funny even if I haven't read his route: Consider, you don’t shut up.

Isaac strikes me as the type who wants to study in peace and quiet.

So maybe your relationship is quite a bumpy ride at first.

What amazes him is your capability of telling him about 100 things that interested you in the span of a single week.

Your conversations flow at random, so he would often be working on his stuff to suddenly be whisked away by you to tell him about that one thing you found out about hedgehogs for 3 hours.

Sometimes you are the cause of some of his frustrations. Last month you started knitting? He found some yarn with a texture you like and bought it as a gift, thinking you could make something for yourself.

He came back to find your knitted sweater half done and forgotten, and now you are learning how to bake.

And it is an ongoing cycle, but he finds a bit of happiness in you trying new things, as you often drag him along, which means spending more time together.

Maybe your relationship is the answer to what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object.

[୨୧] — Leonardo Da Vinci

ADHD?

Avoid tasks? Hyperfocus? Not enough focus? This man is a master at all those (and at dozing off)

He doesn’t mind you procrastinating, he has been avoiding to clean up his room for the last century, so he can’t complain.

Now, if you forget or get distracted about other things, now that’s a different story. Did you feed Lumiere in the evening and forgot to tell him, and then he fed him that same day, and now you have a chubby cat?

That’s funny, but no.

Aside from that, he doesn’t have trouble with your condition; he is still a loving man. He always is and has been when it comes to loving you.

And he likes your energy and how you keep him awake, in a sense, always making him try new things together, like dancing! Which he is not the best at, but he doesn’t mind trying your interests.

If you take an interest in one of his multiple areas of expertise he’d definitely teach you and not be bothered if you happen to drop your interest in the activity, in fact, he invites you to try other things.

Beware, he is a strict teacher, so he doesn’t want your attention wandering off too often.

He enjoys…, grounding you, lets say.

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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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natimiles · 2 months

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Lazy morning with Isaac

Words: 235

Tags: scenario; morning cuddles; fluffy.

Notes: just a little fluffy to brighten your day (or night) with Isaac love!

Isaac is half asleep when he feels you stirring. He’s facing you, even though he’s not holding you — he loves to look at you. So when he feels you moving to get up, he takes action and throws his arm over you.

You’re facing the ceiling, but you turn your face to him and give him a smile that could make him melt on the spot.

“Morning, honey,” you whisper.

He grunts under his breath, “Mm, not yet.”

In the next moment, he shimmies closer, the side of his face resting against your chest, throwing his leg over your thighs, and pulling you in snugly. You can’t help but chuckle at how adorable and pouty he is some mornings.

You still have some time, and you can indulge him today, so you adjust to get more comfortable.

Your arm slides under his head, settling into the crook of his neck, and your hand finds its place in his soft locks. Your other arm rests across your own body, while your fingertips gently caress his face — his eyebrows, the curve of his nose, his cheeks, and back up to his eyebrows again.

He sighs deeply, burying his face even further into your chest, inhaling deeply to capture every bit of your sweet scent.

And you two stay like that for a while, enjoying each other’s company and warmth before the start of a new day together.

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having an off day 2

Ophelia - Sir John Everett Millais

>ikemen vampire

>mansion residents (+bonus) x reader

>a/n: the second half of your off day. here is how your morning and early afternoon went.

Leonardo da Vinci

While Leonardo isn’t necessarily your responsibility to awaken (he could really be anywhere in or out of the mansion, it’s far too much effort for anyone to find him and urge him to eat. Let’s not forget he’s an immortal vampire, he doesn’t even need to.), a small and guilty part of you tends to seek him out anyway. He’d done a lot for you when you first stumbled into the mansion and has acted as one of the main components of your support system since then.

It was nearing noon and after you’ve awoken Napoleon, Leonardo was surprisingly awake and in the library. Perched upon one of the oak armchairs by the window, the sunlight streaming through the glass painted him in a glorious light – reminding you of the timeless beauty the purebloods possess. He looked like he was in one of his own paintings, and you would be a villain to disturb that.

Still, his vampiric senses had a lower threshold than the others and he could sense your presence (or really, smell your blood) before you even opened the library doors.

“Surprised I’m up so early, cara mia?” The husky rumble of his baritone voice always sent pleasant shivers down anyone’s spine. His golden eyes, brightened by the sunlight, peered above the book he held in one hand straight at yours.

“I suppose.”

“Hmm… come closer will you?” His wolfish eyes narrowed in disdain at your lethargic response. Reluctantly, you follow his command and sit across from him at the window. He discards his book, leaning on his knees to get a better look at your morose disposition. A displeased hum, then he places a finger under your chin to move your face even closer to his.

“That won’t do. Such an emotion dims your eyes.” His artist-eye grazes over your face, observing your downturned lips and your swollen, teary eyes. A knowing smirk, and he settles back on the armchair. He leans on the armrest, the slouching figure alluring in his own charm.

“You’re a smart girl. You can guess what’ll happen next, can’t you?” His handsome smirk grows at your knowing sigh.

“Just don’t throw me over your shoulder this time.”

“No promises, cara mia.” He huffs as he rises and moves to your side. With a motion for you to raise your arms, he at least carries you princess-style as he speeds to the mansion’s exit.

It’s not entirely unpleasant being in Leonardo’s strong arms, and you find the warmth almost soothing to your turbulent thoughts. He takes you to your signature spot: a small dock on one of the more solitary ends of the Seine river. He wants to give you the princess treatment, so he’ll slowly row the two of you down the water.

On the romantic boat-ride through the Seine, with Leonardo’s golden eyes trained on your face and giving you his full attention, it would be quite difficult to resist confiding in him. In your lowest moments so far, he’d been nothing short of comforting — holding you in his arms when you were afraid during your first night, sleeping outside your door for the following week, and whisking you away from your chores to dispel the unhealthy façade you kept up.

In fact, a small part of Leonardo is ecstatic that you felt safe and comfortable enough with him and the other residents that you could freely express your more negative emotions with them (but hopefully mostly with him. Forgive him, he can be a bit possessive).

However long it takes you to quell the darkness in your mind, Leonardo is there to receive anything you throw at him. He can wrap you in a warm embrace and caress your back, offer you wise advice to your problems, or just listen to your thoughts. Whatever you need most, Leonardo will give it to you.

Leonardo hopes you’ll always run into his arms any time you have problems and allow him to fix it, like he does with machines. That being said, he doesn’t mind seeking you out and literally carrying you away from your responsibilities to ease your torment. Wrapped in his big, strong arms and shielded from your worries, it’d be difficult not to feel at ease with this loveable dork. Anything and everything you ask for he’ll deliver, and if you don’t know what that is, he’ll give you a familiar experience that comforted you in the past. There isn’t much that fazes him with his long years on Earth, but just the teary sheen over your eyes is enough to twist his heart in painful knots.

Isaac Newton

Lost in his bustling mind and distracted by an equation he couldn’t quite solve last night, he unfortunately only caught Theo’s grumbles of “pouring his own damn coffee,” and your departing figure to the kitchen. He thought nothing of it, believing Theo was just being his usual insufferable self and holed up in his study for the day.

If you weren’t responsible for delivering lunch to him, he’d have never caught wind of your off-character today. So when your voice behind his door lacked its usual lively pitch, he wanted to bash his head open for not noticing it during breakfast.

When you entered his study you quietly placed the tray on one of his tables, wishing for an easy escape from his calculating rosy eyes. At your quickly retreating figure, the swirling worries in Isaac’s head scolded him for his indifference and how that coldness definitely would break your heart. He grasped at your sleeve and pulled you with more force than he intended, landing your entire upper body on his lap. (You’ll have to forgive his awkward execution, he really means well.)

“I’m terribly sorry mc! I didn’t mean to do that.” He bristles and helps you regain your composure. “Actually, I did intend to pull you closer. I want to apologise as well for not noticing you sooner. I should have been the first to seek you out.” While he does mean what he says, he finds that maintaining eye contact is a bit difficult and from his blushing ears, you can tell he’s just nervous.

“The first? Isaac, you don’t have to do anything.” Similar to him, you felt ashamed that he felt obligated to comfort you. Isaac, upon noticing that, wildly shook his hands in firm rejection of that implication.

“Not at all! You’ve always been there for me mc; defending, accompanying, encouraging me. Perhaps it’s even a bit selfish, but seeing your smile is the highlight of my day. Without it, I find I’m in a bit of a bind, as you can see.” He gestures for the messy scrawls of that damn equation he can’t seem to solve.

“I hope you won’t let Theo’s boorish manners bother you. And I hope you won’t mistake my foolishness for indifference either. I want to be here for you, mc. I’m not like Napoleon, so I admit this doesn’t come easy to me, but I want to be close to you.” Isaac rises from his chair to move closer to you.

Despite his rapid pulse, his trembling hands find yours and squeeze them gently. “Please tell me all that ails you, all your frustrations, and stresses, and allow me to do for you what you’ve always done for me.”

His sincerity is touching. Isaac sits you down on one of the seats by his table and offers you half the sandwich you made for him. Whatever you indulge Isaac with, he eagerly accepts. He can’t help the fascinated gleam in his eyes at the unfiltered emotions in your expression — in fact, his heart actually warms at being able to do this for you.

It was inevitable that a few tears escaped your eyes; while it did sink his heart, Isaac seized the opportunity to be closer to you. In a surprising show of boldness, he tucks a strand that obscured your face, behind your ear. “Thank you, darling, for showing me this side of you.” He murmured intimately.

“Isaac, you’re—”

The confidence that deluded him in that moment quickly dissipated at your surprised face. “I apologise! I’m not sure what came over me then.” Perhaps it was because it was just you and him, and he found your presence far easier to relax in than anyone else, but he found it in him to laugh.

“You’re really a wolf in sheep’s clothing sometimes.”

“You can blame my teasing on yourself. After all, you’re the reason my new life is more hectic—” Isaac chuckles “but I can’t say that hasn’t made it so much happier.”

After supper, Isaac timidly approaches you in the kitchen. “I’ve set up my telescope out in the yard tonight… Would you care to join me?”

Laying on the soft grass with Isaac was incredibly soothing, the picturesque night sky splattered with the many shining stars, unpolluted by the 19th century Paris city. Isaac would focus the lens on specific constellations and allow you to view them through the telescope. While you admired its brightness, he’d excitedly tell you about each one. Eventually, the day’s fatigue would catch up to you, and Isaac, noticing it, would seat himself a little bit closer to you, in hopes you’d lay your head on his ready shoulder.

Finally, soft peace had settled on your hardened features. It was during moments like these with you that Isaac envied the artists’ talents — they could capture this moment for eternity and he only had his memory to keep the sight in his mind. In spite of that regret though, a part of him was proud that it was him who could witness this adorable sight.

While extremely awkward in execution, Isaac’s heart breaks in two at the mere thought of you feeling upset. This is worsened when it takes him longer than the others to notice it — couple that with his less-than-stellar social skills, and he’s bound to mess up in the process. But his sweet intentions shine through his small, affectionate gestures and his eagerness to listen to you. It’s quite adorable how happy he feels that he can finally return some semblance of what you’ve done for him. He’d provide his room as a safe space, but he’ll also gladly bring his telescope and stargaze with you in the courtyard. If you doze off, he’ll offer his shoulder and feel blessed that you shared your day with him, the feeling even sweeter knowing that it was him you chose to spend the evening with.

Jean d’Arc

Part of your evening routine was to meet with Jean in the library after supper and practice writing. Tonight, despite your mood, you felt it would be far too cruel to abandon poor Jean, who found it hard to spend time with others; it was only through these sessions that you could foster a connection with the elusive man.

Jean was extremely blessed that your radiant presence was in the library for him tonight. Napoleon had informed him earlier of your despondent spirits. Initially, it spurred an almost murderous glint in Jean’s eye at whoever had caused you suffering, but with Napoleon’s clarification, his rage on your behalf settled into a thorny discontent.

Of all people to suffer torment, why did it have to be mc; his radiant angel? The kind soul who ensured that night-after-night, she found time to teach and accompany him? It was because of your beautiful self that his chest was not as heavy with the weight of his sins everyday. And yet, you also had to endure these torturous emotions, despite all that you’d done for him. It truly did not make sense in Jean’s mind. It should be monsters like him that suffer, not angels like you.

So Jean resolved it within himself that he would do all that he could to alleviate the weight in your heart and fight the shadows that dared to dim the brightness in you.

Unbeknownst to you, after his work he wrote a letter that communicated his sincere appreciation and sheer affection for you, far better than he could verbally. He wrote of his sadness that a person like you, who cared so much for others and always put themselves last, suffered behind a smile. He longed to one day be as expressive as the writers (he never thought the day would come that he’d envy the likes of Arthur or Dazai) so that he could comfort you directly with words instead of having to convey all his sentiments through a letter.

Safe to say that when Jean handed you his clumsily penned letter, tears immediately rushed down your face at his touching sincerity. Jean grew alarmed, blaming himself for causing you further distress. You stopped him from kneeling on the ground for repentance and instead, wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders.

“Thank you Jean. You’re much kinder than you think.” Jean would be a touch flustered, but would wrap an arm around your shoulders to offer you the comforting embrace he only dreamed he could give you. And yet, here he was, finally able to offer you at least a semblance of peace in small payment for all you’ve unknowingly done for him.

It was absolutely unfathomable to Jean that such a radiant and kind person like you had to suffer some of the torturous thoughts like he had. It felt wrong that God would allow those thoughts to plague your brilliant mind; so Jean, aware of his shortcomings in this department, would absolutely try his best to fight your demons for you. Words were extremely difficult for Jean to convey, but he’d try to make you proud by doing so in a letter. Your brightness prevented him from succumbing to the haunting shadows of his past. His sheer devotion and protectiveness for you would be revealed in that letter, but if you needed him to support you in-person: whether by embracing you in his strong arms, punching out your frustrations on his sturdy chest, or burying your face in his neck to block out the world, Jean would do all of it for you.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

The day had stretched on, and while most of your heartache was eased from the residents’ efforts, insomnia purged your rest nonetheless. You knew that remaining under your warm blankets would change nothing of your predicament, so perhaps a short walk (by the mansion’s standards) to the kitchen for a glass of water would arouse drowsiness back in your hazy mind.

On your way, you passed by Mozart’s studio. Tonight he played a more serene song, the soft notes floating through the air and quelling some of the remaining despair in your head. You didn’t mean to, as you knew that Mozart hated to be disturbed while practising (really only for the men — it was difficult to be upset at you), but you lingered by his ivory doors.

Suddenly, his song ceased. “Come in, mc.” Startled at the fact that he heard you, and even more at recognising you from what little sound you made, you were compelled to follow his command.

Mozart was always a vision to look at: the moonlight streaming through the gap in his window was reflected in his alabaster locks. Awaiting for you, his deep purple eyes were unreadable as it scanned your figure. If you looked even closer, there was a discernible trace of worry that twisted his brows.

“What was with you today?” Not one to mince words, Mozart hit right where it was sensitive.

“It’s nothing of concern.” Mozart huffed indignantly. To you this resembled his usual shortness with you, but inside, he was deeply envious at the fact that you opened up to everyone except him today. Wanting to remedy that inconsistency, he rose from his seat and advanced towards you.

“Liebchen.” He insisted as he reached for your hand.

“You have enough to worry about, Wolf.”

“And I want you to be one of them.” As opposed to his usual rough manners with you, he softly stroked your knuckles. Since he knew that it would be difficult for you to dredge up and unearth your worries once again, he settled for providing you a small piece of comfort for the night.

Mozart gently guided you by the wrist to sit beside him before his grand piano.

“Would you like to try a duet I drafted recently? I haven’t been able to complete it because I had no partner—” he trailed his fingers from your wrist to your hands to unclench them “until now.” He delicately intertwined his long fingers around yours and gave your hand a loving squeeze. Then, he carefully guided your hands down to the piano keys.

He slowly taught you a small part of the song, and within a few tries, you were quick enough to match the tempo he had in mind. Your attempt at the duet together went as well as expected, the discordant notes completely altering the softly romantic song to a playful one instead.

To your surprise, a loud chuckle burst out of Mozart. “How clumsy,” he said, his eyes squinting in unadulterated affection.

If you confide in Mozart of your lingering disturbance and your insomnia, Mozart will guide you toward the bedroom connected to his studio. Mozart had to fluff up the unused pillows but urged you under the covers anyway. He’d leave the door open and play the most soothing lullaby on his piano to quell your sleeplessness.

Mozart is rather brusque and difficult to approach — painfully aware of that, he knew he wasn’t the first you’d approach, as much as it hurts him to admit that fact. Still, when the opportunity arose later that night with just the two of you, Mozart jumped at the chance to ease your pain. He’d try to cheer you up in his own way, but ultimately does what he knows best. He doesn’t play for anyone at all, and while many of his songs are dedicated to important historical figures, he documents a few pieces solely to you and caters to whatever you need most at that moment. Tonight, he plays an improvised song of yearning: he imagines a quiet man, unable to properly express the depth of his love for his dearest one, humming this soothing lullaby to send his suffering love to slumber.

Bonus: William Shakespeare

Unfortunately, Will is physically and figuratively out of the loop with the happenings in the mansion. Your off day being one of the most regrettable events that he missed out on.

He longed to have witnessed the harsh colours of despair taint your lovely visage and have been the man to lift that darkness.

He yearns to have been the loving angel to embrace you while your tears wet the earth. He imagines that black roses and blue violets would grow from your tears that watered the ground.

He longs to have been the dashing knight that whisked you away from your responsibilities and brought you to a secret place that only the two of you knew about. The intimacy of being the only one to witness your vulnerable side was tragically enticing for him.

How fortunate the mansion residents were to bear witness to all the mesmerising dimensions you had. Capricious Fate has tricked him yet again in this instance as he can only hear about this event from Vincent. How tragic was he that he had only his imagination to provide him inaccurate images of your tainted beauty that day.

While he knew this day had long passed, he couldn’t stop his longing fingers from scribing a letter to you, urging a visit as soon as possible so that he may offer a belated gift of comfort and perhaps, selfishly, indulge in your presence.

He’d deliver a bouquet of those blue violets, carnations, and chrysanthemums to you (thanks in part to his vampiric benefactor), coupled with an expensive gift of several rings (so that you may imagine it was his fingers intertwined with yours) and a floral perfume that matches the flowers.

Bonus: Vlad

After your boat-ride with Leonardo, the two of you idly strolled about town. Leonardo quickly left to purchase a box of cigarillos from a foreign vendor, the limited stock too alluring for him to pass up on. You insisted on waiting on a nearby bench, a little ways away from the busy stand.

“A storm is brewing behind those lovely eyes. I wonder what caused it and what incompetent ward has allowed it to continue.” Vlad’s sweet voice sounded right beside your ear. You jumped, much to his amusement, but the underlying protectiveness under that pleasant expression was marked by you nonetheless.

“Has he been overworking you?”

You hastily quell the accusation Vlad threw in the air.

“I wonder what could be the cause of those dark clouds in my darling’s eyes.” Vlad sighs in stark concern, lifting a hand to your temple gently massaging it.

“I wonder what worries your pretty head.” He moves that same hand to your forehead and smooths the wrinkles there.

“And I wonder what caused these soft lips to frown.” He trails his fingers from your head down to your cheek, and finally on your lower lip. The delicate way he handled your face felt as if you were a newly bloomed flower that was too sensitive to nature’s forces and required Vlad’s devoted care.

There was both gentleness and a stark possessiveness with how familiarly and easily he glided his fingers across your face. It seemed he longed to touch even more of you, but found restraint and settled in tucking your hair away from your face instead.

“If you stayed in my castle instead of his mansion, you won’t know any misery or work.” He longingly stroked the ends of your hair and eventually trailed his fingers to meet with your hands. Upon closer inspection, Vlad laments the dryness from cleaning products on your hands. He lovingly strokes your knuckles before lifting them to his lips kissing each one.

“Cara mia, I don’t have to beat this guy to get him to back off, do I?”

A painful expression overtook Vlad’s sweet face, and with great reluctance, he backs off as per Leonardo’s request.

“Such brutes he houses. No wonder my flower has withered in their company.”

Before Leonardo could provoke him further, you led him away from Vlad, whose eyes longingly followed you until you were out of his sight.

Bonus: Charles-Henri Sanson

While waiting for Arthur to pay for his gifts for you, you sat on a bench outside the busy store. A pair of familiar lilac eyes brightened at the sight of your figure. He bounded over to you like a loving puppy reuniting with its owner. This unfortunately startled you as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders from behind.

“Mc! It’s been way too long since I’ve seen you. I really really really missed you.” He murmured while nuzzling his face into your neck. To your relief, he reluctantly released you from his hold, only to sit right next to you.

Only when he could take a closer look at your expression does his cheerful face crumble. He tenderly cups your face and mourns the wistful spirit of it. “My poor mc, what happened?”

You shook your head, unable to meet his worried eyes. This breaks Charles-Henri’s heart even further as he wishes he could take whatever was bothering you and replace it with his love instead. In that thought process an idea springs into his head.

He takes your hand, and after squeezing it, places it near his heart. “I want you to channel all your sadness into this hand and give it all to me instead.” His silly charade breaks you out of your stupor, and since you don’t have the heart to reject his sweet lilac eyes, you relent and play along.

“Good girl. Now, I’m going to channel all my love for you in my hand and place it in your heart. Ready?” He places his hand on your chest and playfully scrunches his face as if he was straining. “Mmmm… there! Did you feel my love enter you?”

Ignoring the suggestive statement and the even more suggestive position you two were in, his hopeful face was too innocent to reject.

“Yes, I think I felt a little bit of warmth enter me just now.”

Charles-Henri’s face lit up in adorable joy.

“Whatever you’re going through, I know you can overcome it. You’ve healed the darkness in me, and many others’ and we owe you for that.”

“Thank you Charles.”

A satisfied hum left his lips as he leaned even closer to you.

“I love you so much mc—”

“You can scamper off now, Sanson.” Arthur’s annoyed voice sounded from behind you. Charles willfully ignored him as he continued to squeeze your hand.

“I hope you can feel my love whenever you’re sad like this—”

“Leave, old boy! Can’t you see she’s had enough of you?”

“Come visit me and the others at the church soon!” Almost comically, Arthur drags Charles away by his collar. He turns around and waves at you. It’s a bit embarrassing to admit, but a small smile reached its way to your lips at Charles' cute antics.

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