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littlewitty · 4 years

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Waking Up Is Hardest

This is a fic of my OC for ikevamp Lorenzo da Vinci (one of Leonardo’s brother historically)

This fic contains Comte’s real name so read at your own risk.

Ship: N/A

Warnings: None

Genre: none really...

“Lorenzo…. Move over.”

“Lorenzo… haha stop nuzzling me.”

A sharp pat to my shoulder guided me back to the tainted reality. Forcing my eyes open, flashes of blue and yellow exploded in my sight. The bright morning sun warmed my skin most pleasantly. The best way to wake up, in the arms of the person you loved the most. Just waking up and seeing their face there makes everything, every living minute worth it.

"Come on sleepyhead, time to get up," he said as he slid out of my arms. After that, comes the cold. The ice-cold blow of utter loss. Frantically, I tried to reach him. Clawing my way into the darkness to find him. I needed him near. I wasn't ready to let him go!...

A sharp breath. That's all it took for my everything to deplete into nothing. It's been about four centuries and even now, I am not ready to let Agnolo go. Life carries on, whether you chose to stay in the past or force yourself to move on. Sometimes you just have to swallow the lump in your throat and carry on to do the next right thing. But even now, I still can't do that.

Agnolo Ricci. The carpenter I spent my first few years away from the family home with. The best time of my life. Leo ran away from the family when he was young, leaving me on my own. Being forced under my families iron grip on how a 'da Vinci' pureblood life should be for so many years, finally moving out and living for myself was the best thing for me. I would never admit it out loud, but he was so much more than just a friend to me. He was everything you could think of. Of course, in Italia, I could never tell him I love him every day, only when it was night and we knew that none could hear us. Now I'm granted the royalty of regretting that decision my entire life.

"Ciao idiota, how are you this morning?" Leo asked me as I strayed into Comte's dining room. It's strange how comfortable Leo is. He spends his whole life around humans and seamlessly moves on when they pass. I couldn't do that, maybe that's the reason why after Agnolo's passing I ran back to my familia and stayed away from humans, so I would have to feel that pain again. Leonardo da Vinci, my biggest brother, was the strongest person I knew.

"Bonjour Lorenzo, sleep well?" the man clad in all things golden asked me. I somehow managed to swallow my inner turmoil and force a relatively believable reply.

"Si, grazie ....'Comte'.." I replied, smiling at the distinguished Frenchman.

"Oi, speak in french idiota." Snarled Leo. That's easy for him to say, he has been living in other countries all his life, he's used to not speaking Italian. I've only ever lived in Italy until a few months ago. Besides, it's awkward speaking to a Frenchman in french when your accent is lamentable.

" Thank you, Comte, for letting me stay here whilst I find some other accomod-" I spoke with very broken up french.

"Lorenzo, you don't need to thank me every day, I'm only glad to help a friend out." he smiled with the most reassuring voice. Sitting down at the table stacked with food reminded me of home in a weird way. In Italia, we would all eat at the same time in silence. Leo always described it as suffocating, but I liked it as unlike him, I actually love our familia. Well, I did before a few months ago when they tried to force my hand into some old marriage. All I did was send a letter to Leo about it, and it seems like the very next day I was travelling out of Italy with Abel to France as a means to escape. Of course, Abel being the prestigious noble he is claimed that he needed an experienced carpenter like me for some business back in France. It being 'Le Comte de Saint Germain', one of the most well-known purebloods in society, always in the spotlight, my familia said 'si' and let me go.

"Goedemorgen Lorenzo, have some of the pancakes, they are delicious!" said the angel next to me. In Abel's mansion lived some of the most well-known names in the history of the world. Social reformers all reincarnated as lesser vampires. Haha, if our familia knew what type of people we are staying with Leo and I would be dead meat!

"I'm good,grazie, Vincent. I'm fine with my spaghetti," Vincent van Gogh. The famous expressionist painter, and an actual angel. Then next to him sat Theodorus van Gogh, a famous art dealer, a devil but someone I have seemed to take as my chess partner.

"Master Lorenzo, would you like some more spaghetti?" asked the butler of the whole mansion, Sebastian. Even though he is very stoic, I can tell him and I would make good friends, he is just my type.

"I don't think you have any more room for more spaghetti, non?" asked Napoleon Bonaparte. Yes, the napoleon Bonaparte, the 'Nightmare of Europe'.

"You'll be surprised Napoleone, never estimate how much spaghetti I can eat," I quipped at him cheekily. Even though he did change his name to sound more French, saying the Corsican version was much easier and so I use it, so far he hasn't seemed to mind. Looking across the table, I see Comte eating a plain baguette. How can he do that without his mouth drying up?

"Abe-"

Abel looked at me sternly and coughed before I could finish the word, "It's 'Comte' Lorenzo."

I mean maybe it is now... but I have called you by your true name for nearly fifty years now, so of course I going to trip up. I can see Leo in the corner trying to suppress laughter looking in my direction.

".... okay... 'Comte', how can you eat nothing but baguettes?" He simply laughed a bit, eyes not leaving the newspaper before replying to me:

"you sound the exact same like another resident Italian. Leo asks me that all the time." No answer, really Abel? How annoying. It seems even after fifty years he's still as deflective as ever.

"hey, that spaghetti is pretty good.." Smirked Leo as he slowly ate MY spaghetti...

"OI IDIOTA, PRENDI I TUOI SPAGHETTI!" I yelled before he gave me a sharp smack on the head.

"Don't get mad, and speak in French you are in FRANCE!"

#Ikemen Vampire #IkeVamp #ikevamp sebastian #ikevamp comte #IkeVamp Leo #ikevamp vincent #ikevamp theo #ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp oc #ikevamp fic

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always-horny-for-fictional-men · 3 years

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La Lune Cache Un Côté Sombre Part Two

WARNING: THIS FIC HAS TRIGGERING ASPECTS. TALK OF SUICIDE, SUICIDE ATTEMPTS, MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ABUSE, MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE, AND MENTAL DISORDERS. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T CONTINUE IF YOU THINK YOU MIGHT NOT BE COMFORTABLE WITH THESE SUBJECTS.

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: IkeVamp x OC/ Dazai x OC

Rated: E for Explicit

Type: Full Fic/Angst (fluff and some smut later on)

Word Count: 1561 words

The girl reminded him of himself. She was just like him in the weeks before his own death. That was concerning to him. He would have to keep an eye on her........

The man led me to a room, where the gentleman from earlier was sitting in a chair. He stood up, smiling.

"Hello again, mademoiselle." I inclined my head, dug his pocket watch out of my pocket, and stiffly held it out to him.

"You dropped this." His eyes widened slightly.

"I was unaware that I dropped it. Thank you for returning it." With the same gentle hesitation as when he put my earring back, he took the pocket watch from me. He then looked at the man beside me.

"Sebastian, why don't you gather everyone in the dining room? We will be just a minute." The man- Sebastian- bowed and left the room. He's the butler. I almost wanted to laugh. A butler named Sebastian? What a cliché.

"Please, sit. We have much to talk about." The gentleman gestured to one of the chairs nearby. I took my backpack off and sat down, tucking it between my legs.

"I am le Comte de Saint-Germain. You may call me Comte." I nodded absently, fidgeting with a loose thread on my sleeve.

"Selene."

"You must have questions, Selene." He crossed his legs, his folded hands resting on his knee.

"What is this place?"

"This is my home. And it is also the home of several great men from across history." I furrowed my brows. Is this him trying to be cryptic?

"What do you mean by that?"

"Exactly what I said. Everyone living in this house has made a dent in history, one way or another."

"Get to the point, 'Comte'." I heard à voice coming from behind me. I turned around to see a man with burnished golden eyes and long, messy brown hair leaning in the doorway. Comte sighed.

"I was getting there, Leonardo." Leonardo chuckled and walked over to us.

"Nice to meet you, cara mia."

"I'm not your darling", I snapped at him. He grinned, amused. His jovial mood was grating on me.

"Selene, this is one of the men I was talking about. This is Leonardo DaVinci." My eyes widened.

"That's impossible….. Leonardo DaVinci died hundreds of years ago….." Either they were lying to me or something more…. mystical was going on.

"I'm not dead, at least I don't think I am", he joked. Comte leaned towards me.

"I am telling the truth, ma cherie. I must also tell you that we are no longer in the 21st century. By going through that door, you have traveled back in time to the cusp of the 19th century." He's not lying. In that moment, everything felt like it was crashing down on me. I looked down at my lap.

"Great. Absolutely fantastic," I muttered.

"Cara mia?" I looked up at the men in front of me. They were both wearing similar looks of concern.

"Are you ok? I mustered a slight smile in an attempt to mask the dark feelings bubbling up inside of me.

"I'm fine. So am I stuck here or is there a way to go back?" I was asking the obvious question because I felt like I had to ask, not that I wanted to ask.

"Well, the door opens once a month. You could go back then but I get the feeling that's not what you want, is it?" I met Comte's eyes and studied them for a moment. I shook my head slightly.

"Not really, no….."

"In that case, you can stay as long as you like. Anything you need, I can provide." Guilt and anxiety welled up in the pit of my stomach, making me feel almost sick.

"You- you don't have to do that. I don't want to be a burden, I can-" I was cut off by Leonardo.

"Cara mia, you won't be a burden." Comte nodded.

"I'm always willing to bring in another resident." I was about to say something whe Comte turned to Leonardo and said,

"I'm sure that Sebastian has gotten everyone together by now. Why don't you escort Selene to the dining room? I will be there in a minute, I just need to finish something up." Leonardo nodded and started walking towards the door.

"Come on, cara mia. I'm sure everyone is excited to meet you." I sighed, got up and turned towards the door.

"Oh, and Selene?" I looked back at Comte, who had a serious look on his face.

"Just know that everything you learn in the next couple days is the truth." Uneasy, I nodded and followed Leonardo out of the room.

Comte watched her leave, apprehensively. There was something in her eyes that he did not like. He had seen that look before. He had seen it in the eyes of at least one of his residents. Pulling out some paper, he started writing.

As soon as we started walking down the hallway, Leonardo started pestering me.

"So, what were you up to before you got here?" I shrugged, my eyes trained on the carpeted floor.

"Just finishing up my bucket list." Leonardo raised an eyebrow.

"It wasn't a very long list. Going to the Louvre and seeing the Mona Lisa was the last on the list." Leonardo paused.

"The last….. What were you going to do after you finished?" I looked up at his face, his expression was unreadable.

"I don't see why that is any of your business." Before he could reply, the man from before walked out of a doorway nearby. Sebastian, his name is Sebastian.

"I was just about to go get you. Everyone is getting restless, come." Sebastian ushered us into the most extravagant dining room I had ever seen. It was full of people, all of whom looked very different. I was sure that I wouldn't forget any of their names.

The moment we walked through the door, every eye turned our way. I froze, wishing that I could hide. I felt a hand on my shoulder and stiffened. I glanced up at the owner of the hand, Leonardo. Removing his hand, he searched my eyes with a silent 'are you ok?' I gave him a small nod in return and he turned to everyone in the room.

"This is Selene, she's going to be staying with us for a while. No funny business. Especially not from you, arthur." The man closest to me with dark blueish hair and- holy crap he has nice eyes- he made a noise of disappointment.

"But that's half the fun!" He was grinning ear to ear. "Arthur Conan Doyle, love. Pleasure to meet you."

That name rang a bell in my head. I pulled my backpack off my shoulder and started rummaging through it. I pulled out one of my books and held it out to arthur.

"Like, this Arthur Conan Doyle?" He took the book from me and studied it. a look of surprise crossed his face. He started laughing.

"I like you. We just met and you're already surprising me." The pink haired man nearby peeked over Arthur's arm at the cover of the book.

"The White Company?" Arthur slung an arm around the mans shoulder.

"Why yes, Newt. It's one of my less popular works." Newt shoved Arthur away from him in disgust.

"You could tell me that without touching me, thank you." He took the book from Arthur and handed it back to me. "I'm Issac. Issac Newton. Please, for the love of god, don't call me Newt."

I nodded and murmured a thanks. Next, a man with dark hair and teal eyes spoke up.

"I am Napoleon Bonaparte. If you need anything, please do not hesitate to ask." I gave him a small smile. He seemed nicer than my textbooks always made him out to be.

"Where's Jean, Napoleon?," Leonardo asked. Napoleon sighed.

"He's hiding again. He doesn't like gatherings like this." I raised an eyebrow.

"Who's Jean?" Napoleon tilted his head to the side.

"Jean D'arc. You'll meet him soon enough. He does come out of hiding every so often." I raised my other eyebrow. Jean D'arc is a man? Why am I not that surprised? a haughty man with white hair spoke up.

"He's probably hiding up in the attic again." He turned his violet eyes on me.

"Wolfgang amadeus Mozart." As soon as he told me his name, he looked away. I would have assumed it was out of embarrassment if his facial expression did not change. The next guy was almost bouncing up and down in his chair.

"Ooh! Me next!" He gave me a smile that was as sunny as his hair. "I'm Vincent. Vincent Van Gogh. It's so nice to meet you! I hope we can be good friends."

I was so mystified by the literal ray of sunshine sitting there that I barely noticed the brown haired man sitting next to him start to speak.

"Calm down, broer, we don't want to work hondje up too much." I glared at him.

"I'm not your pet. and I can guess who you are. Theodorus Van Gogh. I would say it's a pleasure but it's really not." a grin spread across his features.

"Feisty hondje." I rolled my eyes as Comte walked in.

"Sorry I'm late. Have you met everyone, Selene?" I nodded.

"I think so." Sebastian spoke up.

"Monsieur le Comte, Dazai-san is the only one left." Right as Sebastian finished talking, a clatter rang out from behind us.

#cybird ikemen vampire #ikemen vampire fic #angst #ikemen vampire dazai

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simmy-ships · 3 years

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✎ Simmy’s Writing Desk ✎

It's been a long time since I posted something, and while I've been writing in my own time I just haven't posted my fics here. So let's change that! Let's start off with a favorite of mine with the ikevamp boys!

Warnings: None!

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Sighing to himself for the millionth time in the last hour, Comte once again walked the familiar halls of the Louvre wistfully watching people stare at the various art forms⁠—that some of his residents have made, he thought to himself—in awe. Despite seeing so many faces come and go throughout his very long life, the pure raw expression of joy always made him smile.

Coming to a halt in front of a random stone bust in the mainroom, he glanced over to see a group of people laughing together and excitedly whispering to each other, speaking in what sounds like both English and French. Hearing them switch languages fluently made the blonde painfully reminiscence, closing his eyes as if to block the sight of something. Purposefully trying to push it away.

It's been 7 months since she left.

It's funny. Usually time moves too fast for his liking and yet here he was, still strung up on the woman that left his manor many weeks prior. He can still vividly remember her last night in the mansion and gentle farewell like it was yesterday, as much as he tried to come to terms with it.

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They all were sitting in the dining room, eating one last full dinner together a little earlier than usual. The air was tense as everyone was acutely aware of what time it was, taking wary glances at Akilah as she quietly ate her meal. She was relieved of her duties and wore her modern time clothes, just like how she first arrived.

People like Vincent or Issac couldn't bother picking up their utensils, instead just wringing their hands together nervously or staring down at their laps. Even Theo and Arthur bit their tongues for the day, not wanting to disrupt her while she packed.

They all were waiting for her final goodbye. For her to just up and disappear right from the table.

She finished first, with Comte a close second, and cleared her throat softly. All of the men stiffened as she stood up, pushed in her chair and walked to the barren part of the room. All eyes were on her and she took a steadying deep breath.

"I'm sure you're all aware of what day it is, so I'll make this brief," She said with a warm smile before bowing, hair gracefully falling along with her. "Thank you, all of you...for everything. Getting the chance to meet and befriend you is something I never knew I needed. This past month has been such an amazing experience that I wouldn't trade it for the world...and would happily do again. Without hesitation. I truly appreciate what you've done for me."

The painter was the first to crack, quickly running up to her and crushing her in a hug, wailing that he's glad he met her too and that he'll miss her deeply. The woman wrapped her arms around him, petting his hair with a small heartfelt laugh.

Then one by one, each man approached her and said their piece, some more tight lipped than others, but she understood what they meant all the same. Even Jean was apprehensive when pulling away from her hug.

By the end, the only person left was Comte, who was silently watching from the back with a forlorn look on his face. Everyone must have figured he wanted to say his goodbye in private, as no one questioned him when he offered his hand to her with a sad grin.

"Ready to go?" He murmured, trying to memorize the shape and warmth of her hand in his own. "I hope you don't mind me walking you to the door."

She shook her head, eyes glittering with unshed tears she tried to blink away. "Not at all."

With a final smile back at the residents, the two of them quietly left, walking together down the empty halls towards the double doors that started it all. The closer they got, the more lonely the place seemed to become. As if she was taking the light and warmth with her.

There sat her bag full of her clothes and other apparel and novelties she gained during her stay here, having to leave most of it behind since she simply couldn't take it all at once. The nobleman held both of her hands with the utmost care, looking down at the woman that not only ensnared his heart, but the other men as well.

"Akilah I…" The blonde never stumbled on his words, having been alive for so many centuries to master it and keep up an air of professionalism at all times, but with this, he was at a loss for words. "Please believe me when I say that you've changed us for the better. Having you here, laughing with you, getting to know you...it's been the most pleasant thing I've ever had the joy of experiencing."

The look of adoration and awe on her face nearly made him want to kiss the living daylights out of her but refrained himself, deciding to use his words instead. He hasn't felt this strongly about something like this in a long time.

"You...you are something very special, ma chérie. No one could befriend those men as easily as you. I'm honestly a little jealous that the people in your time will have you longer than us." Hearing her laugh at that last comment made his old heart warm.

"Thank you Comte, for housing me, protecting me, and helping me traverse the 19th century with ease. If I ever have the chance to come back here, I'd like to try and see all of you again." With that said, Akilah wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, making him freeze before holding her with just as much tenacity. "I'll miss you."

Breathing in her scent, her familiar perfume deeply one last time with a final squeeze, he pulled away woefully. "We'll miss you too." A clock in a different room chimed the late hour, a dreadful reminder of her last moments here.

It made his heart clench watching her open the door and grab her bag off the floor, stepping a few feet into the dark hallway filled with unused art pieces before turning back to him with a bright smile.

"Goodbye, Comte."

"Farewell, Akilah."

Watching her silhouette fade into the darkness, he slowly shut the door and heard the quiet sound of time whisking her away.

- - -

Taking in a shuddered breath, the nobleman opened his eyes and looked around. The group has moved on to a different exhibit, people around him didn't seem bothered by how long he stood there for. Probably assumed he was deep in thought by the sculpture in front of him, when in reality, all he could see was her.

Pinching the bridge of his nose in self loathing, he didn't notice or care for the sudden influx of people coming into the museum and all of the mingling scents wafting in. He's grown used to these typical aromas and subconsciously blocked them out.

But one caught him off guard. It stood out among the rest and had his heart hammering in his chest instantaneously.

Whipping around, he scanned the crowd. Looking for tan skin, violet eyes, brunette hair, her infectious smile. Was his mind playing tricks on him or is she seriously here? Did she come back…?

After a few more fruitless moments of eagerly searching the masses, he sighed in defeat before deciding to head back home. He already finished all of his errands here for the month, and tonight is when the door opens again. Maneuvering through the dense groups of people, he was accidentally bumped into and the poor kid apologized profusely for the action.

Putting on his best smile, the blonde waved the kid off and continued on his way, but not before he felt someone tap his shoulder. Exasperated, he was about to make a highly out of character comment until the person spoke up.

"Excuse me, monsieur?" The voice said and he felt as if time stopped for the first time in his long life.

Not wanting to believe it was true just yet, Comte quietly looked back and was met with Akilah's breathtaking smile. She wore a simple dress and was dragging a suitcase with her. How she managed to get it through security crossed his mind briefly before his eyes landed on the item in her palm. Emotions welled up inside him.

"I believe you dropped your tie clip, the kid knocked it off when you bumped into each other. May I put it back on for you?" She offered, eyes softening when seeing his normally aloof mask crumble a bit.

He nodded, remembering back to how they first met, with the same scenario. But this time instead of her earring, it's his custom tie clip. Oh, time was a funny little thing.

"Yes," Comte shakily said, pulling her into a much needed hug and breathing in her comforting scent again. His heart swelled when she nuzzled into his chest with a giggle, allowing himself to indulge just this once. "I'll always say yes to you, ma chérie."

#simmy writes #self insert #its a short one but I'm still really happy with this!#and if you want to read my work outside of tumblr click on my carrd link and go to my masterpost!#I update that more than here #ikevamp comte

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niphredil-14 · 4 years

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may i request a theo x mc couple fight fic please?

IkeVamp Theo/MC -- Dissension

Fandom: Ikemen VampireWarnings: NonePairing: Theo/MCGenre: Fluff/angst

My vampiric lover, Theodorus Van Gogh, as we all know, is the epitome of possessive. Whenever I would be speaking to someone of the opposite sex, for over three measly seconds, Theo would approach, wrap his arms around my waist, place his chin atop my shoulder, and glare almost physical daggers at my ‘pursuer’. It seemed that there was no limit to Theo’s jealousy, but hey, it was just another part of the man that I had come to love. Shortly after I began my relationship with the younger Van Gogh, a certain playboy had become a very dear friend of mine. Arthur had decided it best to lay off of the flirting with me and rather, treat me as a friend instead of another of the ‘skirts’ that he chased after. In fact, we had become such close friends that we often hung out just to chat for hours on end. This particular instance had my blue-haired friend and myself seated in the lounge conversing his newest work in progress while playing a game of cards, which, might I add, I thought that I had improved greatly at ever since versing Arthur. He had continued explaining his latest chapter after laying down a seven of clubs. This installment of Sherlock Holmes had the detective trying to find a kidnapped noblewoman. I have mentioned before that though Arthur took a slight step down from his habitual flirting, this does not, however, indicate that he had altogether stopped. As the majority of you most likely know by now, it is nearly impossible to get through a conversation with this man without an attempt, on his part, to get a reaction out of me, either it be by jesting my relationship with the dutchman or by his common, teasing way of flirting with me. The man opposite me had apparently decided that after his play in the game, while I was absorbed in contemplating a way to prevent his victory, it would be the perfect occasion for a bit of his sarcastic attempt at courting. As I have previously stated, we had been talking about Arthur’s newest book, which featured Sherlock Holmes and his reliable partner: Dr. John Watson, both of which had taken up the task of finding a missing noblewoman. As to keep on the already decided topic of conversation, Arthur chuckled and decided to ask a rather bold question in relation to his writing. The query was: “Say, my dear MC, for this story, I must be rather familiar with the female anatomy. Do you think you would allow me to do a bit of research concerning the subject?” Just at that moment, I heard a low, throaty growl and was then roughly pulled by my elbow to my feet. My mystery attacker held me flush against his chest with his arms crossed around my waist, and snarled when the novelist looked at my dropped handful of cards and commented, “Oh my, there was simply no chance of you winning, MC, was there?” I turned my head to look at the man holding me and was met with no other face than Theo’s, and dear God, did he look angry. “And just what the Hell do you think you’re doing?” Theo barked at Arthur. “Oh, nothing, Old Chap! Just giving a friend an invitation!” Arthur replied, cheerily. Theo’s increasing anger was all too noticeable for my liking, so I tried to diffuse the situation. “Theo, no matter what he says, you know that I’m yours. I would never take him up on those offers, you know that.” I turned to look up at him, but the fire burning in his irises was too intense to bear, so I diverted my gaze once again. I felt the rumbling in his chest before a sharp voice cut through my ears, “He was flirting with you, MC! There is no excuse for that!” The brunette swiftly turned his scrutiny towards the writer once more. I was baffled by Theo’s anger. Arthur had always been flirtatious, and he most likely always would be. Everything he said was to be taken with a rather large grain of salt. Theo had witnessed Arthur’s toying before, and sure, he was never happy with it, but he had never gotten so irate. “Love, you know better than to take anything Arthur says seriously, he just jests, it’s alright.” I tried to get Theo to calm down, but it was to no avail. Arthur had stood up at this point, and it’s a good thing he did because not three seconds after I spoke did Theo respond with, “Why the Hell are you defending him?! Is he your boyfriend? Is he the one pleasuring you? Is he the one who has loved you unconditionally?! No, I am! But, you know what? If you would rather spend your time with this jerk-off, then fine! Be with him!” As he tightened his grip on my arms, then harshly shoved me into Arthur’s chest, where the author held me tight. My heart was beating too loudly in my ears for me to make out Theo’s parting words before he stormed out of the lounge and slammed the door behind him. A few moments passed where I just stood there in Arthur’s arms, shaking as I pressed my face into his chest. These moments were short-lived, however, and Arthur soon gently guided me by the arms out of his embrace. “Are you alright, MC?” Arthur inquired with a worried look on his face. “My upper arms are a little sore, but I’m alright. And you?” “I was not the one being so rudely manhandled. I’m sorry, I crossed the line with that one, I shouldn’t have said it, I never intended for things to get so out of hand..” Arthur apologized. “It is far from being your fault. Theo overreacted, he should have known that you didn’t mean it.” I assured my friend. He let go of my arms and an awkward silence dominated the room. “I, I’m sorry, Arthur, but I need some time to myself right now. I hope you won’t hold it against me if I were to leave you to clean up our game?” I asked. “Not at all, MC, take all the time you need,” Arthur said in a comforting tone and gave me a pat on the head as he turned to pick up the cards. This was my cue to exit the room. I spent the rest of the day doing two main things. The first, finding any possible work I could to distract me from the previous events of the day. Anything from polishing the silverware, to cooking, to rearranging the library in alphabetical order of the authors’ last names. I would do anything and everything to not give myself the time to reflect upon my eleven o’clock break. The second thing I did was desperately avoid both Theo and Arthur. Though, it seemed that was not a very difficult task, as the appeared to be avoiding me and each other as well. I had done a rather sufficient job at both of my previously mentioned tasks, but when I had gotten all ready for bed and had lied my head down on the pillow, there was no avoiding the memory and the rushing wave of feelings and emotions that had been dragged along with it. It was impossible to escape my own mind and before long, tears had begun to roll down my cheeks. I tried to will them away, but the utter sense of betrayal and hurt overcame my desire to simply fall into a deep slumber without the pain and embarrassment of getting there through weeping. The next morning, I woke up to the sun shining at its highest point. As soon as I had realized that, I jumped out of bed and got dressed, only then did I noticed the tear streaks staining my cheeks from the night before. I rushed to scrub them away, but I was only partially successful. After this, I ran down to the kitchen where I found Sebastian preparing lunch. “Sebastian! I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to oversleep. Why didn’t you wake me?” I asked. He paused his actions and turned back to me. “Good morning, MC. I’m glad to see you’re awake. As for your inquiry, you seemed to have needed the rest, so I let you have it, especially concerning the fact that you got so much work done yesterday, that there is barely any left today.” Sebastian explained. The blood drained from my face, if there was no work to do, that meant that there was nothing to do to distract myself from my woes. “But surely, Sebastian, there is something for me to occupy myself with today?” I asked, anxious about what his answer would be. “There are a few things you could do. First of all, would be to bring the residents some rouge. The second would be to set out the laundry to dry. The third would be assisting me with dinner later tonight, and finally, you could head into town to pick up some more coffee beans.” He informed me. That list seemed exceedingly short, even with only half a day to finish all of it. I would have to find some other things to do to kill time. However, I would rather be working constantly than not be doing anything at all. And so, I got to work. I started with hanging the laundry out to dry so that when I got back from town with the coffee beans I would be able to bring the clothes in for the night and then help Sebastian with dinner. So, I went from room to room -except for Arthur’s and Theo's, I let Sebastian get those, without fully explaining why- collecting the laundry. After I had washed those, I hung them up on the clotheslines, and because it was so bright and warm out, they dried quickly. As soon as I had finished hanging the clothes, I walked to town, deciding that it would take up more time, and give me less time to think. However, this plan backfired horribly. rather than give me more time to work, and less time to think, it did the polar opposite. All I could think about was Theo’s anger and Arthur’s comfort. Theo knew that I was good friends with Arthur, and he knew that I only had eyes for one man and that that one man wasn’t Arthur. I was so unbelievably head-over-heels in love with Theo that this small argument was tearing me apart on the first day. I hadn’t seen him at all that day, because I had been avoiding him out of fear of the awkward situation that would become a reality if the two of us were to meet. I missed his hugs, I missed his kisses, I missed hearing his ‘good mornings’. I missed him. I couldn’t stand the pain of separation. Soon enough, I made it to our coffee bean supplier with the money, purchased the beans, and walked back to the manor, attempting to rid my thoughts of Theo. About halfway back, I broke into a run. I couldn’t bear to be alone with my thoughts like this. There seemed to be no crueler torturer in that moment than myself and my mind. After about five minutes of on and off sprinting, I made it back. I walked into the storage cellar and placed the majority of the beans there, bringing only one bag into the kitchen with me. By this time, it was about three-forty-five in the afternoon. I had made it back just in time to start dinner with Sebastian. And so, we worked and cooked, and baked for about two hours, bringing us to about six o’clock. At this time, we brought all the food into the dining room, where nine of the vampires were sitting. I noticed that two were absent, those being Arthur and Theo. After dinner, Sebastian and I cleaned up, but the entire time my mind was stuck on Theo. It was as if I were walking around in a dream-like state, only partially aware of what I was doing and where I was going. Not long after that did I head to my room to prepare myself for sleep once again. Just like the eve before, I cried myself to sleep, as I was unable to detach myself from my emotions, and devoid my mind of Theo. I woke up in the morning the same way as the day ere, but this time on schedule. I walked down to the kitchen once again, but when I arrived, I found Sebastian talking to Theo. When I walked in and saw him there, my mind froze, and so did my body. Theo stopped talking when he noticed my presence, and he shot me a dirty look. It broke my heart all over again. Our eyes had locked, but despite his angry look, I found myself unable to look away. Trapped forever in his cold, icy eyes. We were snapped out of our gazes when Sebastian coughed twice, quite loudly. Suddenly, my heels seemed to be of more interest than the world or people around me. My mind and spirit seemed broken every day that I was forced to live without my lover at my side, and so, I made up my mind to try and diffuse the situation and apologize, even though I was under no impression that Arthur nor I did anything wrong. “Theo, could I speak with you for a mo-” I began, but Theo cut me off by briskly walking out of the room. My head turned to follow him as he so coldly left me behind. In the span of two days, the manor had returned to its usual mess, and there was lots to do. I spent a rather long time dusting the furniture before moving on to cleaning the windows. I had been working on one in the west wing of the third floor when I was tapped on the shoulder. I stopped daydreaming, and my hand ceased its circular movements as I turned to look behind me, only to find Vincent’s bright blue eyes staring back at me. “Oh, Vincent! Good morning, how are you?” I greeted, but he seemed to ignore my question, something that was rather odd for the usually kind and polite painter. “Please tell me what happened between you and Theo,” He pleaded. “I have to know.” I was stunned by that. Theo was so ticked off by the misunderstanding two days before, that he had gone to his older brother and complained - or talked enough shit- for said older brother to come and confront me about it. I stuttered out a few half-words before finding a sentence falling from my lips. “I’ll tell you everything, but not here, please,” I said, a pout forming on my face. And so, Vincent and I walked to the dining room, a room that was mostly uninhabited except for mealtimes, and sat down as I began to explain what had happened. “What you need to understand, Vincent, is that Arthur may be a flirt, but ever since I started dating Theo, everything of that sort that he has said to me has been nothing but satirical. He and I are nothing more than good friends.” I began to say when Vincent interrupted me. “Did Theo know this?” He questioned. “I thought he did, but it turns out that I was wrong to assume that. Anyways, Arthur and I had been playing a card game and talking about his latest novel, when he used one of his pick-up lines on me. It was, I admit, something that would be considered scandalous as well as suggestive if someone who didn’t know that he was merely jesting were to overhear. I am guessing that this is what happened with Theo, he didn’t know that Arthur was being sarcastic, that even if he wasn’t I would decline him. Before I even had the chance to respond, I was pulled up from my chair by Theo, and severely yelled at.” I just noticed that as my anecdote was repeated to Vincent, tears had begun to fall from my face. Vincent reached for a silk handkerchief that was folded neatly on the table and handed it to me. I wiped my tears and continued my retelling. “When I attempted to diffuse the situation, he accused me of not being loyal, of being in love with Arthur, and then proceeded to throw me into Arthur’s arms as he stormed out of the room. I feel terrible about it. I miss him terribly.” I told all of this to Vincent while he listened on, silently, nodding every once and again. “That would explain why he’s been so upset. He has been working nonstop, and by the look of it, you have too.” The blonde stated, matter of factly. “I hadn’t seen him or Arthur at all yesterday. And today, I ran into Theo in the kitchen, but when I asked for a minute of his attention so that I could apologize for any offense Arthur or myself may have caused, he just walked out of the room. I don’t know how to apologize if he refuses to look at me aside from angry and accusing glances!” I said. “I just wish that he would listen to me, or give me a chance to explain!” I exclaimed as I began to sob once more. Vincent leaned forward to embrace me, letting me get all my tears out as I repeatedly muttered, “I’m so sorry”, “I love him”, and “I don’t know what I did wrong.” Vincent just sat there, holding me, and whispering that everything would be alright. After I got a hold of myself, I asked Vincent the two questions that had been plaguing me ever since he approached me at the window. “Vincent, is Theo okay? What did he say happened?” Vincent darted his eyes around the room, letting me go, and rubbing the nape of his neck. “I’m not sure that I should tell you, sorry.” “Oh, but Vincent, you must! You simply must! It’s killing me to not know.” I pleaded, desperately. And, to my surprise, he gave in. “H-he said that he was convinced that Arthur was interested in you and that he thought you might be interested in him too, so he got sca-” Vincent couldn’t finish the sentence, because the man of the hour ran into the room, grabbed his brother by the bicep, and dragged him out as fast as he had entered. But I didn’t need Vincent to finish the sentence, I had heard enough and I knew just what he was going to say. And with that, I made up my mind, tonight I would go to Theo’s room, and clear things up. I would make him hear me out! As the evening rapidly approached, my anxiety increased by the minute. The clocked ticked away, and soon it had hit eight o’clock. Though my nerves were far from steel, it was painstakingly obvious that I could not go on like this another night. I couldn’t allow for the feud to carry on any longer. So, despite my apprehension, I walked lightly to Theo’s bedroom door. When I approached, I hesitated for a moment before reaching up to knock twice. Before my hand could make contact with the wooden barrier standing between my love and I, I heard his voice call to me from the inside, “Come in, Hondje.” I was shocked, to say the least. How he was aware of my presence was unknown to me, but following his order, I opened the door and slipped inside. His gaze was harsh, but much less so than the one that had been directed towards me earlier that day and the one before. His eyes left mine for a moment and gestured to a seat, silently telling me to sit. As soon as I did, King stood up from his bed and came up to me and put his head on my thighs. There were a few seconds of silence, where neither one of us knew just what to say to the other, and so we just sat there, face to face, staring at one another, questioning who would be the one to break the silence. Eventually, I made the choice to speak and put an end to this dispute. I took a deep breath and began, “Theo, I am terribly sorry if I upset you! I didn’t mean to, I swear.” His gaze softened, and I continued, “And Arthur didn’t mean what he said to me, you know he likes to jo-” “Even when you are here, begging for forgiveness you can’t go without talking about other men?” Theo asked, a fire burning in his eyes. I moved my hand to pet King’s head. “I wasn’t talking about him because of interest, Theo. I was apologizing on both my behalf, and Arthur’s, you know that I love you, and only you.” He huffed and a light pink flush dusted his cheeks. “You shouldn’t have to apologize for him! He should be able to do that himself!” Theo barked. I looked down towards the golden retriever head t\on my lap, feeling quite chastised. “Theo,” I began, feeling the tears in my eyes begin to well up. “I am trying to apologize. You don’t understand how hard these past couple of days have been for me. Not having the privilege of you at my side has caused me immeasurable pain and loneliness!” I abruptly stood up, tears streaming down my cheeks as though a dam had burst, letting free a tsunami of water that’s sole purpose was to drown my cheeks. “I have cried myself to sleep each and every night because your anger with me is unbearable! I don’t know exactly what I have done wrong, or how to fix it, but, dammit Theo, I am trying my hardest to set things right!” I sunk to my knees, settling for a sobbing session on the floor. King trodded up to me and licked my salty cheek. “I can’t go on like this anymore,” I muttered. I remained there for a few moments, wailing to myself, uncaring of what Theo could possibly think of me now. I had reached my limit, and now, all that was left of me was a sad, broken girl, sitting, crying, on her lover’s floor, with only his dog for comfort. I couldn’t even bring myself to my feet so that I could make my escape. I was frozen, save for the shaking of my shoulders, trembling of my lips, and the heaving of my chest. I had said all that I had meant to say, but it seemed that it was not enough to earn his forgiveness, and that thought drained any and all emotions and energy from me. I had grown dependent of Theo and his love and affection, and without him, I was left empty. A mere husk of a being that once was was all that I could ever anymore, even more dead than the vampires that I resided with. I knew that crying in from of him would do nothing to bring him back to me, and yet, I couldn’t find any shred of will inside myself to care, not about him seeing me cry, not about what this would mean for me, nothing. It was then when at least five minutes of my bawling must have past, when I felt two strong, muscular arms, wrap around me and hold me tight. A chin rested atop the crown of my head and placed a kiss there before returning to simply being supported. “I am so, so sorry, MC.” Theo muttered. “I was possessive, I know that, but I can’t help but be filled with jealousy and fear when I see you enjoying yourself so much around another man. Especially when I see him trying to court you. You could do so much better than me, you could have any man you wanted wrapped around your finger with just a word. Can’t you see, we’re all helpless to you.” This new, vulnerable side of Theo was unknown to me and did a great job of surprising me. I looked up, and he removed his chin from my head, and looked down at me, with gentle, loving eyes. It was so rejuvenating, after days of separation. I wrapped my arms around his torso and buried my face into the crook of his neck. We just sat there for some time, unmoving, until King let out a playful yelp, and tried to nuzzle between us and join in on the hug, as golden retrievers do. My boyfriend and I separated just enough for our furry friend to slip between and get some of the cuddles. I giggled at how odd the situation would look to an outsider, and Theo leaned down to give me a peck on the lips.

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Risque Rouge pt1

... Finally. Welp, I know I’m also in the middle of my IkeSen thing right now and this would be the first long fic I have done for IkeVamp here and it sort of took over. I hope you all enjoy it.

Tagging: @umbralaperture @otome-smut-queen @silver-fox-of-azuchi @tsundere-mitsuhide @jennacat84

General warnings for the whole fic: Angst, some fluff, Mental health issues, emotional things, trauma, blood, death and possible triggers. Please read responsibly.

Darkmindsotome Masterlist

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Chapter 1

For those of you searching for a little entertainment and a performance with a little je ne sais quoi. You could do worse than set your sights to a little building in the more bohemian quarter on the outskirts of Paris. Here you could rub shoulders with a Prince as easily as you could a street merchant as all were equal under the ruby lights.

As long as you paid your coin you were all set to be whisked away into a land of fantasy. Everything here was the stuff of dreams the only nightmares were beyond the gates on your journey home. It was a strong selling point and drew a lot of custom from the streets of modern Paris to explore the artistic world and indulge in pleasures without fear of judgement.

His feet once found the establishment by accident. Wandering around to stave off the boredom of yet another endless night. The books didn’t hold his attention, music was lost in the air and the mansion felt somehow empty even with the souls residing in it. This happened every few centuries, he had an itch that couldn’t be scratched and his feet took him wandering in search of a distraction. The distraction tonight was the same as the one he had discovered by chance a month ago.

The stage was lit up with a combination of harsh electric and gas. The tables and chairs around the room were tightly packed and none of them matched. Elegant dining chairs mixed with milking stools and benches. Tables of nothing more than upturned barrels or balanced planks on brick were the standard here. It was so haphazard and yet felt so warm and inviting with the melted candles pooling on them without containers. He couldn’t help but smile at the creativity of mortals and their desire to live life to the fullest no matter how few resources they had to achieve it.

Brushing his long coat neatly under him he took up a seat and a girl sauntered over to him. Black stockings clearly visible through the splits in her flowing skirt, with a tight white blouse that was straining under the pressure of her bosom.

“Something to drink Monsieur?” She asked with a smile, her eyes roaming from his head to the tips of his dress shoes.

“Oui merci.” He returned her smile and nodded. As she turned to go and retrieve a drink for him, he called out again. “Ah pardon Madame, would you be so kind as to tell me if the nightingale has done her turn?”

“You mean Evie? No Monsieur her performance is still to come.” She seemed to pause thinking of something for a moment before doubling back to his side to lean just a little too close, making sure to press herself against his shoulder as he leant in to whisper into his ear. “If you get tired of waiting for it, you could give me a call. I’d be happy to entertain you while you wait.”

“You honour me, Madame. I shall continue to wait though thank you.” He took her hand and brushed a kiss to the back of it his golden eyes glowed and the woman walked away as if she was in a dream. She returned with a selection of bottles for him to choose from. One was the colour of deep emerald, another was brown. There was also a yellow and one with a rosy blush.

He had not really cared to learn much of the drink until he started coming here, even with a rather famous patron of the beverage being under his roof. Darker green seemed to mean a purer distillation. Yellow was aged, the rose was coloured with fruit and the brown was not made with the leaves and blooms but the roots of the wormwood. Among these discoveries, he also learned it had no real effect on him. Indicating the dark emerald bottle, he was presented with a small tray. On it was an absinthe spoon that looked like an ornate item from a palace, balanced on a glass with a small stem. There was also a bowl of roughly formed sugar cubes and a long spill.

Left alone, he noticed a few of the other men in the establishment glancing in his direction. A faint smile and inclination of his head seemed to send their eyes elsewhere as he balanced a sugar cube on the spoon and poured a dose of the liquid over it. Taking up the spill he lit the end from the candle on the table and then set light to the sugar. The flame flickered as the alcohol burned and the melting cube dripped slowly through the spoon dropping into the glass. He watched the flame dance in the reflection of the drink and the clear emerald liquid begin to change.

It was a popular drink and more commonly known as la fee Verte or the green fairy. It also had another name and one which he found himself almost preferring, the devil’s drink. There were other methods in enjoying this drink but the drama of fire and alcohol seemed to be prefered here. As the flame died with the last of the sugar falling, he took up the spoon and stirred the mixture just as the music and the lighting changed. He attended this place every day for a week while he worked out the schedules and knew this one act only performed on a few nights for about an hour at a time. He brought his glass to his lips the medicinal scent filling his nose as he took a sip. His eyes never leaving the stage for a second as the performer took their turn.

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It was always like this. Her whole body turned to a boneless mess backstage as she waiting in the wings for her turn in the lights. Worrying if she was going to mess up and forget a line. That was to say nothing of the fear she would be so badly out of step with the other girls on stage, making a complete spectacle of herself before the next act performed. She checked and rechecked her stage make up in the long mirror propped against the wall. Ghost-like white skin with dark make up on her eyes and shockingly red lips. Under the lights it balanced out and from a distance it didn’t look bad, but up close? She actually hated how it looked like a painted death mask.

“Almost time Evie!” A cheerful voice called down from the rafters. She turned her head to look up and found a smiling youth a little younger than her, his hands busy operating different ropes that changed the lighting for the stage. She couldn’t speak and gave a weak smile back as she nodded and stepped to the edge. The light cut a hard line through the shadow and part of her really wished to stay hidden, but that wouldn’t do. She owed so many for her life and this was the only way she had to repay her debt.

The ice-white feathers and pale sky-blue fabric wrapped over her figure, revealing her curves but also denying complete exposure. It was a tantalising taste of erotism that kept a lot to the imagination. Small strips of glass beads gave an eye-catching gleam to the outfit in all the right places, just enough to be suggestive but still tastefully teasing. Other establishments had reputations for being far more provocative than this.

Actually, even here there were performers and people on staff that went much further. She was constantly referred to as the Little Princess backstage because she was never pressured to go further and the owner always met that kind of demand with firm disapproval. The name was not something intended as a slight, she was in fact well-loved among the performers. Each had time to shine and all were given equal billing, so the need for petty arguing and fighting was never something to plague this performing house. No performer here was ever asked to do something they hadn't already consented to, a policy that saw the rejected stars from elsewhere flocking to them for continued employment. She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. This was her show, her performance and the Nightingale had to shine.

The two giant ostrich feather fans snapped open as she held one behind and in front and stepped out into the light. The music turned more up-tempo with a clearer beat. It was easier to follow even as the lights blinded her. Dust in the air mixed with smoke as it danced in the agitated air through the beams of light making the stage feel magical. The nerves she had in her stomach relaxed and she twitched her hands swaying in time with the music. Right now, in this moment, it was only her and the music.

A flick here, a flutter there, just enough to give a glimpse and tease of what the feathers hid from view. One remained in place as she gave a wide arc with her arm holding the other. Her eyes that had been mostly cast down now looked out into where the audience was. The tables close to the stage were lost to her it wasn’t until about halfway back into the room that she could make out some shapes. Focusing her eyes as best she could on one point, hoping it was enough before dropping them again.

Her fan dance continued even after the song finished, a paper wall appeared behind her. Slipping behind it as the other dancers hit the boards to join her. She dropped the fans and the second part of her act begun. Her voice found its volume in partial hiding and the wall became a shadow theatre of sorts allowing only a silhouette to be shown to the gathered crowd as she began her striptease.

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Mesmerising. It was the only word he had that could describe the performance and also the only adjective he had left in his vocabulary to say how he had been affected by it. She was skilled in her art and the charming innocence of her captivated the audience easily. Each patron fell under her spell one by one and when she looked up her eyes seemed to lock with his. His drink sat half drunk as he moved to the side of the room and slipped into the wings.

Furniture, fabric, ornate household items that were intended for props and décor choices were piled high on either side of the narrow space. He was careful not to disturb them in his path through them all to locate the owner. He was a proud supporter of the arts and more than once supported it in various forms when financially the artist struggled. Will had been a beneficiary of such interest in the past and continued to this day, placing pen to paper and showcasing performances that shocked and amazed. When he expressed an interest before, he was informed the Nightingale was not for sale. Clearly there had been a misunderstanding and that was what he wished to sort out tonight.

Showgirls, performers and all manner of people milled about the crowded backstage area in various stages of undress. They were rushing to change clothes, getting ready for their next turn or in a couple of cases already combined in trysts. Yes, mortals really were a colourful and lively bunch. He still couldn't shift the notion that something didn’t sit exactly right with him and the idea that such an innocent should remain here without assistance. A flash of his friend came to mind and he could practically hear the other man calling him an interfering busybody. With a wry smile on his face, he knocked on some upturned crates and waited for a response from the man sitting in lamplight surrounded by stacks of papers that could only be described as a fire hazard.

“Yes?” A middle-aged man with slicked-back oiled hair snapped his head up at the noise. He had on a shirt with an open collar and a printed scrap of fabric tied around his neck in a poor attempt to imitate a cravat. The pattern was so faded with wear it was hard to make out even its colour. It had probably once been high-quality silk but it was little more than a rag now.

“Ah Pardon. I was hoping now might be a good time—” His smile was ignored and his words were cut short as the man briskly stood and grabbed his jacket from somewhere behind himself. The fraying hems telling the same tale of the worn-out quality as his tie.

“A good time Monsieur? A good time?” He was animated more than agitated as he pulled the jacket shut and buttoned the front. “I believe I have already told you that the little princess is not for sale.”

“I understand however I do believe we are at odds as to the meaning behind my offer.” Le Comte nodded in understanding. He had been right his offer before had clearly been misinterpreted.

“Well? What is it to be then? A fine gentleman such as yourself taking an interest in the entertainment of this place is nothing new. Neither is the interest in our Nightingale. But Monsieur,” The short man brushed blithely past Le Comte glancing over his shoulder. Le Comte followed behind gracefully avoiding the obstacles in his way while the owner almost collided with them all in turn. “Not one such person has managed to obtain that which they looked for and none have received my blessing to so much as talk to the girl.”

“You are very protective.” Le Comte’s voice was soft like that of an old friend showing approval.

“Naturally the child came to us as little more than a babe in rags, found her myself and raised her here. You might say she is something akin to a daughter too me. Whatever else happens here Sir is the business of the individual but I shall not see the child bothered with such things.” The man huffed as he grabbed a couple of the sandbag weights, moving them to the side revealing a crate of bottles. He reached out dragging them closer and began counting silently with moving lips.

“Admirable to be sure. We are in agreement on several things I see which would mean we should be able to reach an agreement if only you would give me the time of day to speak Monsieur.” Le Comte’s words were polite but held an edge to them that demanded attention.

“Very well, speak. I have duties that need tending too.” The owner sighed and straightened his back to look him directly in the eyes.

“I should like to offer my assistance financially in support of the young lady. I have no ill intentions and only a desire to see she be able to live comfortably in a lifestyle of her choosing without fear of the poor house or ill health taking her security.” Le Comte’s hushed tone rang clear as a bell the owner’s eyes widened as he gave an audible gasp.

“Y-you truly want nothing more than that?” The man stammered as his arrogance of earlier seemed to melt under the strength of those amber eyes looking at him. He prided himself of being able to spot a charlatan and there was nothing in the man reflected before him that told him his words were anything but true.

“That is correct.” Le Comte nodded and found himself wondering how he managed to maintain a stoic appearance when the man he had finally managed to reach an understanding with suddenly doubled over in a dramatic display of grovelling that would not look out of place in any number of reputable theatres.

“Monsieur I should offer you my deepest heartfelt apology I fear I not only did you a great wrong but also caused you great insult in the process of protecting the child.”

“Think nothing of it. Instead, I should consider the matter settled if you would accept my offer?” Le Comte allowed a small chuckle to escape him in order to break the tension. The owner recovered himself and the stern expression he wore earlier was replaced by a much more relaxed one.

“Such generosity. However, I might act as the child’s guardian but I also have no legal right to do so. If you would come with me, I believe the girl should have her say on this matter.” He began moving again checking every few steps he took that he was still to be followed as if expecting the generous man to evaporate.

“A splendid idea.”

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The performance was over and she was now free to retire to her room. Unlike most of the performers who had other accommodations elsewhere, she was given the luxury of a private space. A gown had been handed to her as she stepped back into the shadows of the stage and she had gratefully accepted it pulling it tight over her exposed skin. The smile on her face didn't fall until she was safely inside her own room. Her door was nothing more than a heavy curtain but once it was dropped the noise from the other side faded a little and she let out a sigh.

She didn’t know when it had started to happen but she was getting increasingly more tired after every performance. The doctor had been called back several times after she collapsed in the past but nothing was done, except a suggestion of increasing her medicine and suggesting eating more food. She sat down at her dressing table and slumped over onto it. The cool surface on her forehead gave a little comfort as she felt her body shudder in a cold sweat. With a shaky hand, she pulled open the drawer and removed one of the vials. She turned it in her fingers against the lamplight, a milky white substance that looked like liquid moonlight.

After pulling the sealed cork from the glass she downed the mixture knowing it would remove the tremors from her body. When she regained a modicum of her former composure her vision stabilised and fell on the tray of food left for her on her chaise longue. She moved to stand, her legs feeling heavy as she dragged herself over to the tray and began to devour the offerings.

The first bite was all it took for her to abandon the cutlery and start taring through the cooked chicken and vegetables using nothing but her hands, finding that even then the food did not seem to go to her stomach fast enough to fill it.

A movement out the corner of her eye caught her attention and she saw herself reflected in her mirror. The appearance she had taken on with food covering her hands and face was like some sort of wild animal and suddenly the insatiable need to fill the void inside her was overridden by shock.

“What on earth am I doing?” Her voice came out in a pitiful confused cry.

She bolted over to her washbasin and poured fresh water from the jug into the bowl. Plunging her hands deep into the water she closed her eyes and visualised the fear and uncertainty melting away from her. Her fingers rubbed against her skin removing the remnants of food and brought water up to her face. The cold water running in cascades back into the bowl felt refreshing as the air she didn’t even realise she was missing returned to her lungs.

There was a knock outside and she could hear someone call her name.

“Evie? Are you in there Princess?”

“Y-yes!” She replied grabbing a hand towel to quickly wipe her hands and face.

“Is it safe to come in dear?” The voice was familiar and friendly but there was something about it that made her think it seemed more formal than usual.

“Sure.” Her answer was almost automatic and came before remembering the tray of food abandoned on the chaise. She scurried over and covered the tray with the towel in her hands moving it to a table next to her before the curtain to the room was drawn back.

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creations-of-a-certain-no-one · 4 years

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Author Interview

Tagged by: @yunohawkeye (on Misguide), @ayakashiramblings and @humi-and-co

Name: let’s say that Hyolf.

Fandoms: IkeSen, IkeVamp, IkeRev, Ayakashi Romance Reborn, MLQC (a bit), Obey Me, Shall We Date games in general, Lovestruck games in general

Where do I post: here and Ao3

Most popular One Shot: Call His Name (IkeVamp)

Most popular Multi-chapter story: Out of Time (IkeSen)

Favorite story you wrote: Shogetsu’s Room.

A story you were nervous to post: Feral is a Wolf’s Fate. Otome fandom isn’t exactly thrilled for slash but here I was, posting slash, and with a shitload of content warnings.

How do you choose your titles: ...with greatest pain. I almost never have ideas for the titles, so they're generally not very creative. Unless everything starts with a title. (I still cannot get over the fact I had a story with an epic title of Weeping Gods and forgot the plot completely and entirely...)

Complete: I… did I ever finish a fic? Oh wait, yes. Out of Time - because it was supposed to be a flash fic. Ended up having 3 chapters and being closer to a novellete.

Incomplete: Thundering Hooves, Forgotten Dreams , Feral is a Wolf’s Fate from those I started posting. On my hard drive I have many more.

Do you outline?: Almost never, but I write mostly one-shots. However, there is often a long thought process behind a fic. Especially with smut, I generally need a fixed idea what exactly I want to show and how. There’s a lot of planning, and smut fics are those you wouldn’t expect intense analysis of, but here I am, weighing all aspects and trying to find a perfect blend. Same goes for some angsty fics.

Coming soon/Not started yet: lol there's too many to list them! I have a long multivolume series planned for IkeSen (Grand Duchy series, around 10 long fics), Accretion for IkeRev, Wolves for MidCin, space fantasy for ARR, fantasy AU and custom MCs for IkeVamp, and a long fic for Obey Me.

Do you accept prompts: Yes, though haven’t said that officially yet XD

An upcoming story you’re excited to write:

Tagging... uhh, didn’t everyone pretty much already got a tag? @towa-no-yume? @alloveroliver? @volixia669? @dear-mrs-otome? @nyktoon-in-otomeland? and anyone who wants!

#tag me

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littlemissyina · 5 years

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Valentine’s Day

This was written for the Flower Challenge currently going on in the Ikemen Series Amino! This is my first fic using my OC, Yina, in her fully fleshed form. I’ve used her name in past works but now I’ve really got her down and I’m excited to use her and develop her more.

I also need to work on my IkeVamp OC hhhhhh

Anywaysss hope you guys enjoy!

Valentine’s Day

Ikemen Sengoku - Sasuke x OC(Yina)

It had been close to a month since Sasuke and Yina had returned through the wormhole into the present. It was a hard decision for both, but they knew that it was the right choice. Although they felt like they did the right thing, there were moments when they would question themselves.

Should we have stayed?

The first few days were hard - Yina and Sasuke had initially decided to go back to their own apartments and try to resume their lives, all while trying to work out the new relationship that had just started between them. When they had landed back at the present-day Honno-Ji memorial, Yina had begun crying instantly.

"Don’t leave me, Sasuke," Yina said, clinging on to the ninja.

Sasuke wrapped his arms around Yina, stroking her hair. "We won’t be apart for too long. I will come by tomorrow," Sasuke said. His stoic face didn’t give much away, but Yina could see the hint of concern in his eyes.

Yina nodded as Sasuke swiped his thumbs across her cheeks, wiping the last of her tears away. He had walked her home that night, and stayed until she was able to fall asleep.

After a week of trying to live on their own, they had decided to move in together into Sasuke’s apartment. It was larger out of the two and was closer to Honno-Ji than Yina’s apartment. Moving in together was like 2 pieces of a puzzle fitting perfectly with each other. That first night they spent together was the first time they both were able to get a decent amount of sleep since returning to present-day Japan.

They had been living in perfect harmony for the last few weeks, and their first "holiday" as a couple was fast approaching:

Valentine’s Day.

Yina had decided to make her special homemade fudge and wanted to try and make some chocolate shaped like his beloved ground spikes. She had stopped by the local market to grab what she needed, when she saw a beautiful bouquet of pink Peruvian Lillies. She delicately took the case and placed it in her cart and brought it home to put as their table centerpiece.

Luckily, Sasuke was working late that night in the lab, so Yina got some needed time in the kitchen, perfecting her edible ground spikes. Once the chocolates were solidified into their general shape, she brought the tray over to the table, turning on the TV as she began to shave off bits and pieces of chocolate, putting in detail after detail, just as if she was working on a kimono commission.

Working on the chocolates was both therapeutic and bittersweet. It helped connect her to her friends back in the Sengoku period, but it also made her miss them dearly. She missed the simplicity of living in that era, and the many people that lived both in Azuchi and Kasugayama. She missed the beauty of Japan’s landscape during that time. There was so much color and life, it never failed to take her breath away. The clear nights were always a treat, especially when her and Sasuke were able to sneak away to the rooftops and stargaze for hours.

She missed all of her friends, especially Yukimura. Sasuke would always call them the "three musketeers" or, when they would be at a banquet, he had drunkenly called them the "three caballeros".

"Cab of what?" Yukimura would always say, constantly in a state of confusion when Sasuke would spew out terms from the future.

When Yina had quiet times like this, she would always feel a bit melancholy, but there was one constant throughout her time in the Sengoku that she was immensely grateful for:

Sasuke Sarutobi.

He was her first friend in the Sengoku period, and was able to help her acclimate quickly. He was always able to make her smile and laugh when she was having a bad day, and, in turn, her happiness brought light into his life.

He was always her pillar of strength and support when she needed it the most. He always seemed to sense when he needed to be there in Azuchi, before they had relocated to Kasugayama. When they had left Azuchi and made their home in Kasugayama, Sasuke did his best to make sure she was taken care of.

She smiled to herself as she finished the last chocolate ground spike, covering them and placing them back into the fridge so they wouldn’t melt. There were still a few hours until Sasuke would be home, so she flopped herself onto the couch and started to binge watch some shows. She only made it three episodes in before falling asleep in her blanket burrito.

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Sasuke left the lab with a skip in his step, successfully finishing all of his pending tasks on his latest project. He felt bad that he had to be out longer than usual, but, in one months time, it would be all worth it. A rare fraction of a smile dawned on his face as he thought of Yina’s reaction when he brought home the good news.

He could see it in her eyes ever since they came back to the present day. Although they were both relieved to be back with the modern day efficiencies and luxuries of technology, nothing compared to the friendships and bonds they forged with the warlords. He tried his best to comfort her, but even he had moments of sadness when he thought about his BFF. Living together has made it easier on them both, but they missed their time living in the past.

He spent the last several days in his lab pouring over formulas and theories, digging up everything he could find on wormholes and their patterns. There were several whiteboards in his space filled with never ending equations, his notes scribbled everywhere around it. Some of his time was spent in the library, reading old periodicals, but when he was not there, he was in his lab speed reading what he can online while working out his own theory.

"For her," he would remind himself. "For Yina."

When he got to his front door, he stopped to take a calming breath. His stoic face would never give it away, but he was vibrating with excitement.

"Yina?" he said, opening the door. "I’m home. "

He walked in, seeing fresh flowers on the dining table, the TV still on, and a pile of blankets on the couch. Sasuke walked over to the blankets, peeling it back to find-

"Eh?" Sasuke raised an eyebrow, expecting to see Yina under the blankets, but she was not there. "Yina?" he called out again.

"Sasuke! You’re home!" Yina said, opening the door from their bathroom. She had taken a shower and was just finishing when Sasuke came home.

Sasuke froze, taken aback by what he saw. Her hair was wrapped up in a towel, and all she wore was one of his green v-neck shirts. The hem came down to the middle of her thighs, perfect for her to use as a house shirt/dress. His jaw went slack as his hand came up as if to lift his mask-

Only he wasn’t wearing his mask.

Yina walked up to him, a huge smile on her face. Her arms snake around his neck, coming up on her toes to kiss him on the lips. "Welcome home," she said, kissing him again.

The feeling of her lips on his brought him back to reality, wrapping his arms around her. He hugged her tightly, inhaling her freshly showered scent. "You smell nice," Sasuke whispered into her ear.

Yina giggled, looking up at him. "I made something for you."

She untangled herself from his arms and led him out into the kitchen. She gave him another kiss before telling him to take a seat at the table. Sasuke looked over at the bouquet of flowers.

"Do you know what those are?" Yina asked, heading towards the fridge.

"They look like Alstroemerias," he replied, stroking one of the pink petals.

"Astro what?" Yina asked.

Sasuke smirked. "Alstroemeria. Also known as Peruvian Lily or Lily of the Incas. It was named after the Swedish botanist Claus von Alströmer."

Yina chuckled as she made her way back with a covered tray. "You’re like a never ending encyclopedia. Well, it’s a part of your gift so-" she set the tray down next to the flowers and took the cover off the chocolate. "Happy Valentine’s Day, Sasuke."

Yina watched Sasuke carefully as he examined the tray.

She used the fudge that was made as ground, then set the chocolate ground spikes in a way that it looked like someone had actually thrown them. Some were resting on top of the fudge, while others were pressed into it. Each one was unique, all of them turned and spun to add to the illusion that they were thrown. Sasuke turned the tray left and right, looking at it from all angles.

"You made all of these?" he asked, picking one up.

Yina nodded, sitting next to him. "Yup, thought they would be perfect for my moderately awesome ninja boyfriend."

Sasuke popped one in his mouth, the chocolate instantly melting the moment it hit his tongue. He turned to Yina, pulling her onto his lap as he kissed her. He held her like that for a while, gently tugging at the towel on her head until it unraveled and fell to the floor.

He brought their foreheads together as he ran his fingers through her wet locks. "Thank you, they are delicious," he said, kissing her on the nose. "I actually forgot today was Valentines Day."

"Well, you’ve been very busy, so I’m not surprised. But this is my day to shower you with love! You’ll have your day next month," Yina said, kissing him on the cheek.

Sasuke grinned, knowing this could possibly be the best White Day gift he could give to her.

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen sasuke #sasuke sarutobi #flower challenge #fics by yina

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