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xxsycamore · 1 year

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—𝘈 𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘺

► SYNOPSIS:

Comte finds you curled up on the couch, fighting some persistent period cramps. Naturally, he takes it upon himself to help you relieve the pain in all ways he can think of.

If only he knew what you truly need is simply... him.

▍comte x reader ▍rating: G ▍tags: Menstruation; period cramps; Fluff ▍wordcount: 1,009

▍masterlist

▍a/n: Last month's self-indulgent period cramps comfort fic with Napo was really well received, so this month I decided it would be just as nice to write one with Comte, for both me and you!

Note: The beginning is copied directly from that fic in question!

I hope you enjoy <3

It's another beautiful day at the mansion, and the sun is continuing to shine brightly outside as afternoon settles in. Your list of chores is more than half-way done now, the morning was a productive one and you pat yourself on the back for pushing through at your usual pace, even if your period surprised you early this morning. Sleeves rolled up and armed with a feather duster, you march towards the lounge room to take care of another chore.

Specks of dust dance in the afternoon sun, windows wide open, as you complete your task little by little. Soon the sections left to dust decrease and you start to tire - a minor pain in your tummy appearing as well, as if to persuade you into taking a short break. You throw a look to the grandfather clock. You've been a busy bee; not even the distraction of dusting off some of Comte's highly intriguing antiques couldn't get you late on your own schedule.

You sit down at the spacious couch area, grab a throw pillow to hug, and fall on your side - shoe-covered feet juust hanging off the couch because it won't be worth the effort of taking them off for just a minute or two of rest.

Uh-oh! The pain doesn't go away and only gets worse instead. Suddenly moving as much as a millimeter equals signing a death warrant.

"Help" You whisper to yourself, clutching onto the throw pillow.

With today's newspaper folded under his arm, Comte enters the lounge room. It's not unusual for him to finish reading what he couldn't at breakfast here, or in the garden, or back in his room. It just so happens that he comes in here exactly on time to find you like this.

"Ma chérie, are you alright?" He's at your side in the next second, worry playing on his face. You've barely managed to sit upright and smile nonchalantly, anything to swipe your apparent slacking-off under the rug, but he's fast at putting a hand on your shoulder. The touch makes your arm jolt a little but not in a bad way…

"Lay down, now. Tell me how you're feeling."

He's really good at reading your body language, alas you're over with pretending that nothing's wrong.

"I, uh… I'm having some menstrual pains. I just need a minute or two and I'll be back to work."

He nods, perfectly understanding the situation and glad that it's that and not something more worrisome. Giving you a reassuring smile that is warmer than the sun in the peak of summer, he moves to take your shoes off, a clear sign of his intentions to make you rest a little longer.

"Nonsense, you need a break. I'll tell Sebastian that you're having the rest of the day off.

"But that would be-" Before you can voice out your concern about the poor butler taking in more work than all that he already has to do, your face heats up. Having your shoes taken off for you by none other than the master of the house himself is very, very embarrassing, but reaching out to do it yourself is ensured to end with another gentle push to lay down. You simply stay put, hoping that this is the end of his caring-but-dangerous-for-your-heart acts…

"Do you want me to give you a massage?"

"No!!", you nearly shout, the mere image of him giving your feet a rub getting you to overheat with embarrassment, so you're sure you won't be alive to see the rest of it. "I mean, there really is no need! I'm afraid I'm too ticklish for that."

"I see. Well, then, excuse me for a second." He's so, so understanding and kind; for a second you grieve about the lost opportunity to see his massaging techniques put into action but you value your life too much for that. Just as you sign in relief, Comte enters anew, with a small tray of painkillers and tea - your favorite blend, your nose immediately informs you.

"Why thank you, Comte! You shouldn't have!" Sitting up on the couch, you anticipate having a sip of the warm liquid. As soon as you take it in your hands, your eyelids fall closed in bliss, and you miss the moment Comte drags the nearby ottoman closer in front of you.

"Put your legs up to rest here while you're drinking, it would be better."

"Thank you!" With a cup to hide half your shy expression behind, you oblige. It does feel better.

"Would you like me to put a pillow on top of it, as well?"

"Ah, no, no need, but thank you!"

"Then, another one behind your back?"

"No, that's alright! Thank you."

"Should I have a hot bath run for you? Or would you rather I bring you your heat patch instead?"

"C-Comte…"

Having already crossed the room towards the door awaiting to hear your decision, your voice calling him is the one thing that has him returning to your side. His brows are slightly raised in that innocent way you're preciously familiar with, features remaining elegant and deeply caring, and beautiful.

"Yes, ma chérie? Can I help you with something else?"

"There is one thing, but please, forget about the rest! It's really alright, just-"

You look up at him, fighting the guilt of posing a request even though the cramps already seem to have weakened - or maybe the man in front of you has distracted you successfully from them.

"…Stay by my side for a little bit?"

Comte's golden eyes widen in surprise, but he surely heard you right, albeit in that quiet voice. He smiles, eager to comply with your wish.

"Of course, my dear."

He sits down right next to you, and it comes so naturally to you to nest yourself against his arm. Heart racing or not, you indulge in the rare moment, able to tell that Comte indulges in it, too. Hopefully, he would understand that sometimes the right remedy is the most simple one there is.

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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 7 months

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Just a heads-up to everyone, I'm going through my ask box to try to answer everything I never got around to before. I apologize for the late replies, but hopefully better late than never!

#everyone is so sweet tho going back and looking through them made me smile #also to anyone who submitted fluff abcs they will be posted soon #ppl are welcome to submit any questions/hcs/translation requests in the meantime #ill prbly be posting translations in between since im still comte-feral #what is a minnie without a comte? barren...cold...lifeless...😔💛#asks #minnie mumbles #if anyone notices a huge time gap between when they submitted and when i replied No You Didn't 🌸 (im only kidding)

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pieground · 1 year

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L E A V E S

Le Comte De Saint-Germain

In partcipation to Fall Fluff Autumn Angst by @aquagirl1978 & @violettduchess~ here is my rushed work.

🍂Prompt: Leaves

🍁Word Count: 2.6k

⚠️ Slight spoiler.

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A maple leaf idly danced as it slowly made its way to the ground, it had just fallen from a tree and was ready to join the dead leaves withering on the autumn-painted soil. A girl around the age of eight or nine was lying among them, she had her eyes closed and her breathing was soft. A shadow fell over her and as she opened her eyes, she found a man standing just beside her. He had caught the maple. She immediately thought of the man as someone odd, never had she ever seen someone enter the woods wearing such lavish and tailored clothing, let alone one with eyes the same color as the aureate sun.

The girl expected the man to go away soon but he seemed to be too preoccupied with his thoughts, it seems he did not even notice her either. He has a mysterious smile on his lips, she couldn't figure out whether it is rooted in happiness or not, his eyes do not reflect joy or sadness.

He is simply smiling at the leaf he had caught in midair.

She had given up and rose from the ground, several leaves falling off her blouse, “Is that a maple? ” the girl asked, doe-like eyes narrowing at the leaf in between the man's fingers.

“It is. ” He answers before turning to face the little girl. His eyes widened for a second before he smiled, he seemed to be delighted at the sight of the twigs that were stuck on her pigtails, which were also messy from lying on the ground for god knows how long.

The girl gets on her feet and dusts herself before cocking her head to the side. She took his form from head to toe and the man chuckled. She had no idea why he did that but she crossed her arms and stared him straight in the eyes.

“Do you know what it means when you catch a maple leaf?” she asks him again, this time, her voice laced with anger, her glare clashing with the fond look in the man's eyes.

“I'm afraid not.” He confessed, before reaching a hand to gently remove a stuck twig in her hair. He took this chance to introduce himself, “They call me Le Comte De Saint-Germain. It's my pleasure to make your acquaintance— ”

“—then throw it away, Old Man!” she yells out of the blue, making Le Comte pull his hand away. He then had to swallow a grin when he noticed that the girl was missing her two front teeth, he could fit a dime in there.

“Will you tell me why I should?” he inquired, raising the leaf above his head to protect it from the girl who then started jumping around him to reach it.

She groaned, momentarily stopping to answer him. “If you caught a maple leaf, you're gonna fall in love with the person with you!! You're too old for me! ”

“I see. How interesting,” he murmurs to himself, there is a wistful smile tugging on his lips, and his golden eyes wandered to the maple in between his fingers. “I wonder if it's true— ”

“–do you want to die?! you can't just say that! I'm just a child! I won't fall in love with an old man?! Just throw it away before it's too late!” she continued to wail, stomping and causing the dead leaves to crunch beneath her feet.

“What's your name? ” he asks.

“I won't give you my name! What if you use it to make me marry you?! You wanna die?! ”

That’s the second death threat! He grins, “I won't. I simply want to know your name. ”

The girl huffed angrily. However, it only made Le Comte chuckle in joy. She has twigs on her hair and withering leaves stuck on her clothes and yet here she stands with her head held high, accompanied by a ferocious glare and two missing front teeth! And suddenly, it had become a staring contest between a furious child and a mysterious man. The man was confident he would win but when he saw the girl's eyes watered and lips quiver, he immediately blinked.

He then folded his knees to match her height. By the time he had a good look on her face, she was already crying. “Cheríe? What happened?”

Her head hung low and in between sobs, she answered him, “I don't wanna marry you, I like Jimmy!”

His eyes twitched, “Jimmy? ”

ㅤ

Le Comte and the little girl sat side to side on a bench, watching a group of youngsters play soccer across the open field. The girl happily devoured the ice cream Comte bought for her— as a sorry for the leaf and finished it in no time. Seemingly expecting it, he handed her his untouched ice cream, which she gratefully accepted.

“Hm, if I am not mistaken, that must be Jimmy,” he spoke, eyeing a certain boy in the crowd, “the one with the ball.”

Elated, the girl nodded enthusiastically, the corners of her lips tugging into a wide grin and uncaring about the gap in her teeth. “See? Even you spotted him right away because he's so handsome! ”

“Considering you kept describing how he looks to me on our way here, I doubt it, Cherie.”

Le Comte had a smile plastered on his face, however, his eyes shone with bitterness, still eyeing the boy through the field. She was scowling at him earlier, glaring and yelling at him just because he caught a leaf, and yet with just a mention of the name "Jimmy" a smile naturally comes to her face like she's the happiest girl in the world. He felt ridiculous, is he jealous? Over a child? He wouldn't confess it outright but he is. Having to be a pureblood meant he will forever be subject to losing and today is a reminder of that.

After the soccer game, the two of them ended up talking and playing around the town. She told him about the books she read and the things she likes- he was grateful it didn't include the soccer boy. Comte too had told her about his adventures which she commented were a lot more fun than the ones in the books. He isn't sure if he would agree with that but if it's fun for her, then he wouldn't pop that bubble. He only had to console her with food again when she almost cried with a story he told her.

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The sun was starting to set when the he and the little girl took off. She let him hold her tiny hands as they walked side to side. At that very moment, Comte had another mysterious smile on his face. Even he couldn't figure out whether it was rooted in happiness or sorrow. It is all very familiar to him, from the gentleness of the breeze and the warmth that comes from the bowing sun. At last, he stopped, it almost knocked him off his breath when he let go of her.

Before the old library, he folded his knees to match her height and caught the back of her hands, opening her soft palms, and there he laid the maple leaf.

“But didn't you like this leaf so much?” the girl inquired, curiosity peeked behind her lashes and her lips formed a small pout as she did. He smiled, So, it's still a habit of hers, he thought.

“I love it, Cherie,” he answered and the girl frowned.

“You sure are the weirdest person I have met! Did you fall in love with a leaf?!” She huffs in disbelief, then her eyes softened, “Hey Old Man, are you leaving now? I feel sad.”

It was his turn to frown. Sad? But why? She had only met him. And so, he asked. When she answered, there was no hint of hesitation in her eyes.

“It just feels like I wouldn't see you anymore but I want to see you again… So visit me! I’ll kill you if you don’t, alright?!”

He only smiled, choosing not to answer, and then he took the conversation back to the leaf. By this time, the sun had painted the scenery in painterly orange and yellow.

He’s running out of time.

“See this leaf?” he tapped her palms, “Long as you have this leaf, you will never fall in love with me. You can throw it away but please do once I'm no longer in your sight.”

Seemingly in her thoughts, she stared down at the maple on her opened palms. Just then the autumn leaves started falling upon them, hiding them from the rest of the world, inside a bubble of their own. Comte closed his eyes, a silent teardrop had trickled down his cheek, just like a rip on a perfectly smooth paper, his mask cracked and showed the loneliness that lurked on his very being.

Reaching for her with shaky hands that he tried so much to still, he placed one last chaste kiss on her forehead before he abruptly stood up and headed towards the library, each step he took was heavy and the farther he goes, the more his heart cracked and fissured into fragments. He ignored the confused and panicked voice behind him and reached for the door's handle. And just before the door closed, he turned and caught one last glimpse of her eyes,

Of his beloved's eyes.

“I love you until the end of time.”

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The little girl hurriedly opened the library door but there was no one there when she entered. She went aisle after aisle, looking for him. But he was not there, it is as if he was never there at all. With disappointment and loneliness of losing the strange man she considered her friend, she left the library regretfully, walking back home while she stared at the leaf he laid in her hands.

That marked the first time she had met him, and to Comte, it marked as their fourth.

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In the veil of the night, the moon became the candle that lit up the darkness of the sky, and thousands of stars hung on the cloudless eve. It had always been the same and never once changed, perhaps that's why two purebloods stood side to side on the terrace, staring at the twinkling ocean above their head, maybe it had become some sort of comfort or a reminder— a reminder of the eternal sea they are sailing, of an hourglass that never ran out of sand.

“You never told me what happened there,” Leonardo said, taking out one cigarillo and placing it in between his lips. He lifted a lighter and gave it a click, it sparked but didn't light up so he tried again, only he got the same result.

Comte reached for his breast pocket, brought out the lighter he never used, and took the initiative, clicking the lighter to life. It is only when the latter's cigarillo touched the flame did he speak.

“I let her go… at last.” Le Comte uttered, placing back the lighter in the breast pocket of his coat and smiling at him– one that said a lot more than words could explain but Leonardo understood perfectly, he wasn't a stranger of goodbyes after all. He just can't fully grasp what it is like to do that more than once with the same person.

“Why now?” He let out a puff of smoke into the atmosphere before his molten gold irises met Comte's rich aureate ones, searching for some sense. “You've been looking for her and found her many times, so why now?” He asks.

“I didn't meet her as the woman she was, Leonardo.” He answered, a bittersweet smile still lingering on his lips, “She was a child…”

He then began to tell the old friend about that autumn day and by the time Comte was done, Leonardo had already finished his second cigarillo. He remained silent for a while before words spilled out of his mouth,

“I had a friend centuries ago who believed humans were reincarnated four times, it's curious so I never shut the idea. When he died, I never saw him again and neither did anyone who looked just like him. His descendants' kinda look similar to him though, of course, it's science.” Leonardo looked over at his friend who stared longingly ahead of the stars, “But his son who died of disease at a young age did return exactly four times and died similarly at the same age…”

“Since she was a child when you met her this time, you wanted her to have a life less complicated than a life with you. Then again, as I told ya before, it is not you who gets to decide…” he trailed off, reaching down to his pocket for another roll of a cigarillo, “Besides, this is her fourth. It may be the last time you will ever see her, Comte.”

“Exactly. It may be her last so I’d rather she live it free from the hurt that comes in loving someone who is subjected to eternity,” he utters, fists clenched as he glanced over Leonardo with resolve in his eyes, “She already loved me once, it is enough.”

“And spent the other three looking for her only to turn your back once you found her. You know she will always defy your expectations and crack that stubborn indecisive head of yours.” the latter sighed, stretching his arms above his head, “You’re kinda cruel, friend.”

Comte smiled in a deprecating manner and loosened his fists, “I guess I am.”

“You two are complicated, as usual.” Leonardo spoke, placing his cigarillo in between his fingers, “It’s always either you leave or she leaves. You say you want to let her go but every autumn you wish to catch a maple because that is how you always meet her. Say, you haven’t rid yourself of those maples in your room, have you?”

“I intend on keeping those.”

“You could’ve had your fourth maple, you know she’d give it to you despite all the death threats she throws.”

“No. She liked Jimmy.” Comte uttered with bitterness.

“It’s been years and you still hold a grudge over the little soccer boy. I didn’t know you were that petty.” Leonardo smirked, lifting his lighter which only gave a faint spark when he clicked it, “I guess I’ll fix this. See ya around.”

Leonardo casually raised his hand and left, leaving the count to his thoughts. He lifted his head, facing the ocean of stars twinkling above his head and the full moon once again.

He wonders if she's looking at it too but there is no point in it when he has already given up. It's like the sun and moon chasing each other and yet they are still out of each other's reach.

With one last look, he stared straight at the moon. Uttering his silent plea,

Let her be happy.

Slowly, the moon started to vanish from the sky and darkness started to inch closer to the count. He stilled, not knowing how to react when suddenly something landed on his face with a gentle slap.

He hoisted his hand and took the object off him. His eyes widened, but it was impossible.

He whipped his head around, looking for something, anything. His heart pounded wildly against his chest and his breathing was getting more shallow every moment that passed. It was as if he was thrown into a maelstrom and he heard his own heartbeat through his ears and then everything stilled.

Leonardo was right. There she is, in the garden just below the terrace, grinning at him.

“Is that a maple?”

“It is.”

“Well, you better not throw it because I didn't.” She gleamed, “After all, you never visited so I'll bite you to death.”

“Well, you certainly grew teeth.”

“Oh shut up, Abel.”

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maries-gallery · 1 year

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Hello! Your writing is lovely and I'd love to make a request for Ikevamp with the following romantic fluff prompt:

[ GUIDE ]: sender, teaching the receiver how to dance, slowly steers them through the motions while alone together.

Comte as the sender, MC/Reader as the receiver

Thank you! 💜

Requested by @violettduchess

Oh thank you! Honestly I really love your writing style too <3 The way you play with nature and imagery, I really love it! I'm so excited to write for this so thank you for the request!

Hope you're doing well <3

genre: fluff

warnings: MC stepping on Comte's feet a few times

The beat of steady steps fills the ballroom, Comte guiding you through the motion as you attempt to swirl on the dancefloor.

You don’t know how long the two of you have been practicing in the mansion’s ballroom, one of his strong hands holding you by the waist and the other holding your hand.

All you know is that the sun hangs ripe in the sky, shedding golden rays in the room, drenching the two of you in sunlight. A look that suited your lover especially well, his eyes shining like ambers penetrated by light, his hair like golden thread.

It took all you had to remain focused on the steps rather than the man holding you close.

A few days ago, you had received a personal invitation to a friend’s ball in a few days’ time. You had been close to refusing, having never waltzed in your life, but Comte had been as kind as to offer to give you dancing lessons.

Although you were infinitely grateful for his kind offer, you feared your lover might regret it later on. But so far Comte had shown no sign of regretting his choice, as gentle and patient as ever as he guided you on the dancefloor with ease.

"Un, deux, trois... There you go, Ma chérie.” Your heart swells as Comte praises you, his smile gentle and kind as ever. Not an ounce of pain on his features even as you step on his toes for a ninth time.

“Sorry...” You mumble under your breath, gaze dropping down to your feet.

“It is okay, Mon amour. You’re learning and you’ll step on me as many times as needed until you get it right.” He reassured, lithe fingers lifting your chin high. “A pretty woman should never bow her head.”

Silently, you nod.

“Don’t focus too much on the steps, just follow me. It will come naturally at some point.” He explains, his hold tightening on your waist, diffusing warm inside of you.

Slowly, without even realising it, you come to a quiet rhythm, the two of you steering through the motion. And for a time you forget where you are, forget the world around you except for the hand holding your own and the golden eyes showering you with praises.

Suddenly, your feet feel light on the floor and you giggle as Comte takes you for a twirl.

“That’s it. You’re doing very well, chérie.” Comte’s lips curve in an adoring smile, his chest swelling with pride as you follow him for another spin.

Until your feet catch in the hem of your dress and you stumble against him, his arms quick to hold you up before you touch the ground. His features darken with concern, quick to scan you up for any injuries or signs of discomfort.

“Maybe we should take a small break. We’ve been dancing for quite a long time now. And I wouldn’t want for you to exhaust yourself.” He says, hand cupping your cheek and thumb gently stroking your cheek.

You shake your head, hand covering his own. You nuzzle his palm, a heavy sigh falling from your lips.

“I don’t understand how you manage to be so grateful...” You mumble, dejected at yet another failure. “I feel like an ugly duckling!”

“No. You’re not an ugly duckling, ma chérie. You’re just learning.” He whispers, leaning over you and pressing a kiss to your cheek. His breath hot on the shell of your ear.

“I’ve been there too, and I was actually a much poorer dancer than you are.”

You look up at him, curiosity piqued. You couldn’t imagine Comte being a poor dancer at any time in his long existence.

“Were you?”

He nods, “Oh que oui, my dance instructor almost gave up on me if it wasn’t for my parents paying her a fair amount.” Comte laughed lightly at the memory, so far away yet so close to his heart.

One of the few moments he felt human, just a child at the time, unaware of loss and grief. Of time and space.

“I’ll admit it is hard to imagine you being bad at anything.” You chuckled, a finger drawing small circles on the top of his hand.

His lips curved in an amused smile, eyes twinkling with amusement. “And yet I am far from perfect at everything I do.”

Comte’s finger came to your nose in a boop, followed by his lips on your forehead.

“Don’t worry, ma chérie. You’ll learn to dance in no time.” His arms gently wrapped around you in a tender embrace, your cheek on his chest as he cradled you there.

And guided by his reassurances and gentle voice, you let him take you for another ride through the ballroom. Steps in sync with his own before long.

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twistedwonderworm · 1 year

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Bestieeeeeee <3 Cuddling with Comte on a cold winter day?

Bestieeeee <3 Sorry this took so long. I hope you like it!!!!

Sweet Angel (Ikevamp Fluff)

Pairing: Comte x GN!reader

Warnings: N/A

Word count: 339

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It was very cold that winter and the mansion was no exception. The residents weren’t really bothered by it for the most part as the cold didn’t really bother them. They did keep the fireplaces going though so they could retain a bit of humanity. As well as for the human that lived among them.

Y/N couldn’t get warm in their room no matter how many blankets they wrapped around themselves so they got up and walked to Comte’s room. Despite dating for sometime, they didn’t want to bother him too much since he was busy, but they couldn’t stand the cold anymore.

Knocking, Y/N was soon met with their lover's smiling face when he opened the door, "Ah, ma chérie, I was hoping you'd be coming here." He ushered his beloved into the room and closed the door behind them.

His room was dark, lit only by candle on his desk. His coat was hanging forgotten from his chair which was pulled out as if he had been sitting in the chair when Y/N knocked. Sitting down at his desk working. Y/N moved further into the room and sat on his bed, looking up at him with a sweet expression.

“I’m not interrupting any work, am I?”

Comte chuckled softly and shook his head, “Not really honestly. I need to take a break before I overwork myself. Sebastian has been getting onto me about that recently. And what better way is there to take a break and relax than to cuddle with you, dearest?” He asked, leaning over to gently kiss Y/N.

Y/N kissed back softly, smiling when the vampire pulled away and climbed into the bed as well, pulling his darling human against him. He grabbed the blankets and pulled them over both of them as Y/N buried their face into his chest.

“Are you warm now, love?” He asked, gently stroking their hair.

Y/N nodded and looked up, smiling at him, “Yes, I am, my love. Thank you.”

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violettduchess · 2 years

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Comte + 11 + angst

A/N: For the Fall Fluff Autumn Angst Content Creator Challenge and one of my best friends @aquagirl1978 🍂 Thanks for the request

Comte x f!reader, angst

Word Count: 1582

There is nothing quite like the Autumn Harvest Festival. A sleepy little town just a few kilometers outside of Paris transforms from rows of tiny white cottages and rolling fields to a bustling marketplace full of bright colors and smells and sounds: the red, gold and orange garlands of fall leaves and wreaths, the smell of cider and pies and warm soup, the voices calling out for visitors to stop by their booths, inspect their wares, buy their vegetables and berries and baked goods.

You squeeze Comte’s hand as you try to take it all in, to allow all the glory of fall on full display to sink into your bones and wrap itself around you. You could live in this tiny bubble, this moment of time, forever, surrounded by incredible color and liveliness, with the love of your life by your side.

You are so enraptured by all that you see that you don’t notice the softness in his golden gaze, the smile that never quite leaves his lips as he watches you. Seeing you so joyful, cheeks slightly pink from the cool breeze and your own excitement, fills him with a warmth that rivals any flame.

“Ohh look at these!” Pulling him by the hand, you stop in front of a booth laid out with ribbons of all sizes and colors. The merchant, a portly woman with eyes as green as shamrocks, offers you a bright smile.

“Welcome, welcome. Feel free to inspect any of them up close. No finer silks, satins, velvets and linens in all of France!”

Her hyperbole makes you smile as you take in the medley of colors and textures laid out before you. They are all so beautiful. You glance over your shoulder at Comte and he offers you an encouraging smile.

“We have plenty of time, ma chérie. Look as long as you like.”

Affection widens your smile as you turn back to the lengths of ribbon, your gaze running over them with an appreciative gleam. And then you spot it. A sumptuous velvet ribbon of deep ochre, trimmed with black lace. The merchant sees where you have stopped and reaches for it, lifting it and offers it to you, eyes twinkling at the anticipation of a sale.

“A beautiful choice indeed, mademoiselle. A fine match for your lovely hair.��

You take it from her, holding it in your palm as if holding a rare gem. Carefully, you run a finger down its length, marveling at how soft it is. How luxurious it feels to your skin. And the touch of black lace feels like an almost scandalous edition. You touch that too, imagining Comte’s elegant fingers pulling the ribbon free from your hair by touching that provocative trim.

You clear your throat, scattering the sensual thoughts.

"I'll take it!"

After a warm glass of apple cider and fresh apple tart, you stroll with Comte, arm in arm, until you come to the edge of a park you have visited many times when making the trip to this particular village. There is no need for words as you walk in-step together down a smaller dirt path, one that winds a bit away from the main promenade.

Your boots begin crunching over fallen leaves, beautiful bursts of red and orange and brown crumbling underfoot as you both walk towards the wooden bench you know and love. It isn’t the shiny white of the newer benches along the main, paved paths of the park. This one is old, brittle, just barely seating the two of you. It’s rough wood scratches and pulls at your clothing every time you sit and you’ve been given a souvenir splinter once or twice, but it is your favorite place in the whole park. Something about it feels like it has always been there, as if the surrounding trees themselves are offering it up as a prize to adventurous travelers who dare explore the path less taken.

Settling down next to Comte, you snuggle against his side, reaching into your beaded reticule, your fingers exploring until they feel the soft velvet of the ribbon and you pull it out with a satisfied smile.

He glances down at you, at the way you touch the soft, deep orange length of it, your fingertips skimming over the black lace once again.

“Shall I put it in your hair, chérie?”

Immediately you straighten up, excitement buoying your spirits like a burst of wind to a kite. You turn your back to him, anticipation walking along the tight line of your shoulders, painting the pale pink flush of your cheek. Comte finds the silver combs currently tucked into your tresses and gently pulls them out, one side then the other. A sigh escapes you, soft as a rustle of silk, when he pushes his gentle fingers into your hair, helping it shake itself free and flow naturally down past your shoulders. It feels familiar and comforting, something he has done for you hundreds of times and yet you never tire of it. You close your eyes, indulging in the finesse of his touch, when it suddenly stops.

Comte leans forward, murmuring to himself in French, his fingers parting strands of your hair until he says with triumph swelling his voice, “Ah ha! I have it.”

You feel a tiny tugging at your scalp and then he is holding the end of a single, soft hair, still attached. He pulls it carefully around, reaching for your hand so you can take it yourself and see what he has discovered.

“White as snow,” he says with a small smile, his eyes warm with amusement.

“A gray hair?” You turn your head to try and get a better look at the offending strand. There it is, a single hair, a thin sliver of moonlight between your fingertips.

“Perhaps I should start calling you ‘Mémé’,” he says with a grin that is full of warm-hearted affection.

Words become stuck in the desert of your throat. Your eyes are unable to look away from the thing caught in your grasp. It is only when it disappears, vanishes behind a wall of blurred autumn colors that you realize you are crying. Angrily, you pull, violently yanking the pale hair from your head. Part of you imagines that you could pull and pull and pull and it would never end, an endless spool of white inside of you, waiting for the right moment to blossom, to grow over your head like some kind of oppressive, blanched ivy climbing a wall, burying whatever is underneath until all you see is white.

Comte’s arm around your waist tightens as he reaches for you with his other hand, turning your face toward him. Even though his face is half in shadow and swimming behind your tears, the concern there is bright as a journeyman’s flare.

“Chérie?”

You turn, throwing yourself into the safety of his arms, burying your face in the soft folds of his beige coat.

You want nothing more than to stop the march of time, to stay right here on this uncomfortable wooden bench, under the protection of arboreal guards in their jackets of red and yellow, within the circle of Comte’s embrace. To pretend that time can be ignored, that age isn’t stalking you slowly from the shadows of every passing day and every dream-filled night.

His hand runs down your back, methodical, rhythmic, and you shudder. It reminds you of the steady ticking of clocks. Minutes that are born and die and with each breath push you closer to separation. A single white hair becomes two. Then ten. One wrinkle births many. These first few decades of your life were a river, flowing over rocks and curving around many unforeseen bends. But each year the water moves faster and faster. A river forms rapids and leaves you breathless, holding on for dear life. Life that for him will never end. And for you, has but one inevitable conclusion.

You don’t know how long you sit there, clinging to his strong frame as your body wrings itself of tears. He never forces you to explain. He never stops holding you. He allows you to feel what you are feeling and offers you an unwavering bastion of comfort and support. Eventually the waters calm and the wind inside your aching heart stops roaring. When you finally pull away, the last drops of sunlight are dappling his face. You reach up, cupping that beloved face in your hands, your eyes finding his.

What you find there is a love as luminous as the harvest moon, forcible enough to withstand even the most destructive of storms. A love that transcends something as trivial as seconds and years and centuries. A forever that belongs to you both, no matter if its form is a tender embrace right now under a darkening forest canopy or the warmth of this memory on a cold, autumn night somewhere around the riverbend.

“Let’s go home,” you whisper, your thumbs running over the sharp lines of his cheekbones.

He reaches out with one hand, running it over the softness of your hair.

“Of course, chérie.” He leans forward, placing a gentle kiss to the corner of one eye, then the other, and then another on your lips, love sinking into your skin at every point of contact. Standing, he reaches down for your hand and says in a voice steeped in the honeyed tenderness of loving devotion, “Let’s go home.”

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nuttytani · 2 years

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Free games that the ikevamp characters would play on their phone in the 21st century

a/n- no I am not reliving my childhood games through them nor am I being biased to certain characters laughs nervously

Theo secretly loves playing pancake tower on his phone. The excitement that he feels when he is able to break his highest current record is something else.

Jean enjoys playing once upon a tower. All you need to do is hit some goblins and stay away from a dragon, stress free game, wouldn't you agree?

Of course, Piano Tiles is most loved by our dear Mozart. Yes, he started playing it just to make fun of it but is now ironically... playing it like his music career depends on it. Later on he discovered project sekai, which he has to say, is close to becoming his most favourite game overall.

Do you remember Fruit Ninja? Yeah that game, guess who loves playing it? Our poster boy, Napoleon. Slicing these bad ass fruits with swords that have different effects is just chef kiss for him

Arthur LOVES LOVES LOVES playing dangerous fellows. No I am not taking any criticism on this, he just loves it, okay? Oh his close second is Mystic Messenger. The weird chat timing doesn't bother him because he barely sleeps on time, and it's always a nice break in the middle of 3 am.

Candy crush is Comte's favourite. No one knows why. He just enjoys it.

Vincent doesn't like playing much, but when he's in the mood, he adores my little terrarium, it's super relaxing for him.

Dots and Co., is Leonardo's jam. He installed the app on a whim but ended up getting addicted to it. Plays it whenever he's not sleeping or is free.

Dazai is also not really a fan of playing games, but tap tap fish is close to his heart. No stress, just cute little aquatic animals.

Does anyone remember unholyc? It was quite the hype like some time ago, Shakespeare got curious and installed it to see what it was about. He doesn't regret getting it

Sometimes, the mansion residents and shakespeare have game nights. They all play among us while voice chatting through discord.

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chaosangel767 · 2 years

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Here is one of your requests darling. @queengiuliettafirstlady This is one of my all time favorite fics, ngl ❤ Enjoy ^-^

Tale As Old As Time

Fandom: IkeVamp

Prompt: Being too short to reach something and having their lover get it for them.

Pairing: Comte x Reader

Type: Fluff

Wc: 423

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The thrill of the hunt excites you, having gotten a quest from Sebastian, you open the library doors and slip inside. Your eyes scan the rows of books, hunting fir the precious book. Golden letters catch your eyes, the lighting from the lantern hits them, and they draw you in.

Beauty and the Beast

Looking around you spot a chair that you can use to boost yourself up, trying to reach the book. Your fingers graze the spin of the book, almost reaching it, but not quite there.

The arms around your waist startles you, and you squeak as you are lowered to the floor. You relax once you catch the golden eyes, a pout forming on your lips.

"What did you need?" The warm chuckles sends warmth through you and you point up at the book you are after.

"Sebas told me that it is the original story of Beauty and the beast" your voice is full of excitement. Comte laughs, reaching up to the shelf with ease. He pulls down the book, handing it to you gently.

"The original story by Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve. This was one of the first editions made."

You look down at the book, awe fills you, the simple blue cover has a single rose etched into it with gold.

"A tale as old as time" you murmur, admiring the ancient print. Pressing a kiss to Comte's lips, you thank him.

"I'll be careful" you promise, Comte laughs and wraps an arm around your shoulder.

"Come, Sebastian has given you the rest of the day off. If you would like we can read this together." Comte proposes, his fingers brushing along yours. Butterflies burst in your stomach at his touch and you smile shyly up at him.

"I would love too"

It isn't long before the two of you are situated in Comte's room, your head nestled in his lap while he reads. One hand idles in your hair, and your eyes flutter shut, visions dance behind your eyes as you picture the story. His voice is as smooth as honey, reading the tale to you. A smile has permanently fixed itself on your face. The feeling of something grazing your hand has you lazily opening your eyes. A delicate golden rose lays in your hand. Your fingers graze the petal, the gold matching the eyes of your lover. His lips brush against yours. Resting your head back in his lap, his voice continues late into the night, reading you the tale as old as time.

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikemen vampire comte #ikevamp fluff #my heart is still melting #I guess I really needed some fluff 🥺

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ikeromantic · 1 year

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Perfect Harmony

At 2nd place in my IkeVamp 1K Follower Celebration: Fluffy Le Comte. The resident hedonist nobleman, sweet and dry like a fine wine. Approx 3000 words of love and loneliness.

Le Comte knew he was falling in love. The way his pulse raced at the sight of her. His breath catching at the slightest touch. The flutter in his chest when she stood close. She made him feel in a way he had not for such a long time. Made him remember that this endless life of his had more in it than the shallow, brief encounters of his social circles.

And yet, it was this that made him avoid her too. Filling his schedule. Pushing her away with his gentle, polite, but cool responses. Each time he looked at her and felt his heart leap, he was reminded too of the pain he would feel when she was gone. Already, he knew it would hurt to let her go. Back to her time, away from the mansion and out of his life. Allowing her close would only bring them both more sorrow in the end. Even if she stayed. Especially if she stayed.

He held this truth in his thoughts, reminding himself of it with the constancy of prayer.

It was this line of thought that gripped him when she laid a hand on his shoulder. “Are you alright? You look . . .”

Le Comte smiled at her, pushing his dark thoughts to the back of his mind. “I was just considering how I might reward you for your kindness. It is such a weighty concern. I am not sure anything I do could properly show how much I appreciate you.”

She looked aside, her cheeks heating. “I haven’t done anything special. Just letting me stay here is enough. And you’ve done that and more. Half the time I feel like a princess instead of an unexpected guest.”

“You should feel like a princess.” He knew he shouldn’t, but couldn’t help himself as he reached for her hand and lifted it to his lips. Her skin smelled of the lotion she used, a slight scent of olives and lavender. Beneath that, the faint smell of just her. Sometimes he thought her scent was floral, the slight trace of a bloom in the air at spring time. Other days he thought it more like the welcoming smell of bakery kitchen. Hints of vanilla and sugar and spice. All comfort and sweetness.

His lips brushed her wrist, and he allowed himself to enjoy the brief sensation of her skin against his mouth. The tantalizing feel of her pulse, racing as much as his was right then. Temptation. Resistance. For a moment, his gaze locked with hers and he knew from the way her eyes widened that she could see the heat and hunger in his eyes. He veiled the truth as he pulled back. Polite smile firmly in place.

“I . . . I appreciate you too.” Affection and hurt played across her expression before she managed to conceal them both. “I just wanted to ask if you had a preference for your afternoon tea. I was thinking with the season, maybe you would like jasmine or rose?”

“Jasmine. And your company, if you would give it?” He let her hand go with a reluctance he did not show.

She nodded. “Of course.”

When she left, his study felt more empty than it should have. “I’m an old fool,” he murmured. His scarred heart thudded in his chest, reminding him that love would bring pain, no matter the beauty of the bloom.

A short while later, she returned with the tray in hand. Le Comte stood and helped her set it out. Their fingers brushed against each other as they both reached for the teapot, stilling for a heartbeat before they both drew back.

“Sorry! I thought-”

“No, no, I should apologize. But please allow me to pour.” Le Comte brushed his knuckle gently along her jaw. “Sit down, ma cherie.”

She sat, cupping her cheek where he’d touched her. She did not look at him as he filled their cups. The petals in the tisane floated to the top and then sank again, vivid against the pale porcelain.

They sat together, quiet for several breaths. There were a thousand things le Comte could say. He knew how to draw a person out, or close them off. How to ease someone closer, or push them away with a subtle sting. But he could not find the words he wanted to say to her. What could encapsulate the torrent that poured hotly through his veins and churned in his chest?

“I was thinking I would go to town this afternoon.” It was she that broke the silence finally, with courteous and proper conversation. “I need to pick up a few things in the market. Theo’s birthday is coming up and I wanted to make him something special.”

“Oh?” He sipped his tea. “What did you have in mind?”

Her smile shifted to one of genuine pleasure. “I found a recipe for a brown butter pancake. It’s supposed to be very sweet and very fluffy.”

“Theo will love it, I’m sure.”

“I hope so.”

“Perhaps I can accompany you?” The words left his mouth before he had a chance to consider them.

Her eyes widened. “You want to get groceries with me? Aren’t you too busy?”

“I am never too busy for you.” Which was a lie and a truth. He’d begged off spending time with her or disappeared for days to see to his projects and acquaintances in Paris. His multitude of investments, estates, and schemes. Yet he would have rather been at her side each time, the importance of these events merely manufactured to keep the distance between them. And it would be wiser now to hold to that but . . .

“Abel . . .” She blinked and looked to the window. He did not miss the sudden dampness in the corners of her eyes. “I would- I would love that.”

He wanted to pull her into a hug and erase her sadness with a promise to never let go. He wanted it the way a man dying of thirst aches for cool water. Instead he took a sip of tea. Swallowed it. A breath. Then, “Excellent. We’ll make an event of it. There’s a shop I’ve been wanting to show you so this is a perfect excuse.”

“I really don’t need another dress, le Comte! I think I nearly have one for each day I’ve been here!”

“Ah, so I’ve missed a few days then? We must rectify that.” His answer won him a crooked smile from her. “Truly though, I love being able to spoil you while you are here.”

She gave a soft laugh. “And I love being spoiled. I just feel a little guilty. Since. You know. I should have gone home already.”

Le Comte felt a sudden sharp coldness in his belly. Home. He’d almost let himself forget. “That is my fault as well, ma cherie. The door. I haven’t been able to fix it. So please, let us both enjoy spoiling you for now.”

They left a short while later, taking a carriage to the city. The shops and markets were busy, full of people from all walks of life selling and buying all manner of items. It only took a little time to find what was needed for brown butter pancakes, and rather than carry the groceries around, le Comte arranged delivery to the mansion.

“So, what is this shop you are so keen to show me?” She looked happier than she had at the mansion, he thought. As if being outside the gates brought them closer together. Perhaps it did. It was hard to remember to keep her at a safe distance when his arm was looped with hers and he could feel the brush of her hip against his as they walked.

He gave her a bright smile, anticipating her reaction. “The shop designs and makes clothing, of course. And shoes and handbags as well. But what makes them special is the fabric they use. You see it’s all im-”

She interrupted as the shop window came into view. “Oh my god! Le Comte! Those are from my country!” Her hand shook a little as she pointed at the display. A mannequin in a flowing dress of embroidered silk. The color and cherry blossom pattern were gorgeous, and shown to great effect by the cut and drape of the design.

“Yes. They have items and fabrics from all over the world. I thought we might find something you liked here.” He felt a burst of warmth as she leaned into him, slipping her arm around his waist in a quick hug. Too quick by half, he thought, as she pulled back to the more polite grip on his forearm.

“You are entirely too good to me.”

“Truly, ma cherie, you deserve even more. Now let’s see what they have for us, hm?” He felt a deep ache in his chest at her bright smile. The way she was almost bouncing on her toes with excitement. He wanted to see her like this everyday. For the rest of his life. He wanted the impossible.

Inside, they were ushered to a private room to look at swaths and templates. Chilled white wine and a tray of delicacies were set out for their enjoyment. No less than three assistants were at their beck and call, running and fetching any item they thought le Comte and his companion might be interested in.

“This shade is exquisite with your coloring,” one of the assistants told her, holding up a cloth sample dyed in sunset shades of gold that deepened to a crimson so dark it was nearly black.

“Your lover would look stunning. And I have the perfect design in mind for her shape,” another commented to le Comte.

The comment took her attention, and though she pretended disinterest, he could see how closely she listened for his response.

“My lover looks stunning in everything she wears. But I agree, those colors suit her.” Le Comte’s golden gaze met hers as he said it. He could not keep the yearning from his voice nor the heat.

Her eyes held a reflection of that fire laced with the ache of his constant and gentle rejections. “We aren’t lovers,” she corrected the shop assistant. “Only friends. And he knows he shouldn’t tease me about it.”

“I do, ma cherie. You have my apologies.”

The assistant spoke up. “It’s my fault! I shouldn’t have assumed!”

Le Comte gave her a kind look. “It’s only natural to assume I would take such a beautiful creature as my lover. You are not at fault.”

The other two spoke in a rush to fill the sudden awkwardness between le Comte and his companion. Complimenting her and rambling on about the design and fit. They were quite good at distraction and the moment passed.

Soon enough, she was smiling brightly again, and laughing with the assistants as they escorted her off to fit her. Le Comte waved her goodbye and promised to wait right here for her return. One of the assistants stayed behind, ostensibly to show him some shoes that would compliment her chosen fabric.

“You know,” the assistant said, glancing up from the selection of shaped shoe samples, “they say it’s better to regret something you did, than something you didn’t do.”

“Hm?” Le Comte raised a brow.

“Sure? I mean, if you never do anything, you miss out on a lot of beautiful moments. You get to dodge the sad ones too, probably, but you definitely lose the good stuff right along with it.” She grinned.

Before he could come up with a reply to this unexpected line of conversation, she gestured to a delicate, slightly heeled slipper. “This one, by the way. The color on the toe matches the lightest gold in the fabric. It will look perfect when it peeks past the hem. And they’re pretty comfortable.”

Le Comte nodded. “Yes, to the shoe.” He paused and took a breath, considering. “And the rest as well. Thank you.”

“My pleasure.” She packed the selection back up and hurried off, leaving him alone with his wine and his thoughts. Had he chosen to regret something he could not bring himself to do? After so many long and lonely years, so much self denial. Perhaps it was time to admit . . .

She stumbled in as he was contemplating what that meant for him. For them. And wondering if he had been a fool again in creating this wall of courtesy between them.

“Abel?” She took a step forward. “What do you think about this cut? I wanted to show you but it’s hard to walk in this thing when all the seams are pinned!” Her smile was vibrant.

He took in the sight of her as if seeing the stars for the first time. The dress she wore was made of linen, thin as tissue. He could trace her form beneath it, from the curve of her shoulder to the flare of her hip, the length of her firm legs. Le Comte felt his mouth go dry with desire.

“I love the way the skirt drapes and moves. Look,” she spun slowly, sending the cloth fluttering away from her legs. Her bare skin drew his eye like iron filings to a lodestone. A flash of calf, the back of her knee, the swell of her thigh.

“Beautiful,” he said, his voice rasping on the word as if he had choked. Le Comte stood, unable to keep distant, unwilling to even try. He cleared his throat to try again. “Ma cherie, you take my breath away.”

She laughed shyly, hand covering her mouth. “You always say the nicest things.”

He caught her hand and drew it into his own. “Not always.”

Her smile caught on the jagged edge of his words and faltered. Afraid of what he would say next. What polite cruelty he would set between them to keep her affection at bay. She pulled her hand away, fingers curling into a fist at her side.

“I should, though. Always say only the nicest things.” He brushed a fingertip along the side of her face, relishing the way she leaned into his touch, eyes fluttering shut.

But it didn’t last. She took a step back. “You said,” she swallowed, “we’re partners. Just for the dances. And dinners.” She smoothed her skirt, trying to force herself to relax and let the tension between them flow away. “We’re friends. That’s all we can be. Because I -”

“Am human. Yes.” He closed the space between them again, his eyes trying to catch hers.

“You will live forever and I will grow old and die. I know that. It’s just so hard to remember when you - when you look at me like that.” She finally lifted her head, defiance flaring in her. “I love you, Abel. Even if you can never really love me.”

Those words spoken into the air between them set his heart ablaze. He could not deny her any longer. The love he felt, foolish as it might be, tore through all of his defenses, burnt away all his caution. “Love is a powerful thing, ma cherie.”

“Do you think I don’t know that? I’ve been trying to deny it. To smother it. To feel anything else for you than this - this stupid love. And I can’t. Love has been eating me alive for weeks. I can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t spend a single moment without thinking of you. About you.” She set her hand against his chest as if she might push him away or perhaps to pull him closer. ��Please don’t hate me for feeling like this.”

Le Comte knelt at her feet, holding her gaze with his bright, golden eyes. “I could never hate you.” He took her hand and kissed the tip of her pinky finger, then the ring finger, and the middle.

She made a soft sighing sound, and a tremor ran through her body.

“Your love is not stupid.” He continued to her pointer finger and thumb, then pressed his lips to her palm. “Nor should you deny it.”

“But you said -”

“I have said many foolish things. I always think I know best.” He trailed kisses down the lines of her palm to her delicate wrist. “And yet, I am wrong so often.” Le Comte paused in the motion of his lips to look up at her. “I am sorry, ma cherie, that I did not realize sooner.” He paused, almost afraid to speak the words even as they battered at his throat and burned in his chest. “I love you.”

She looked for a moment as if she might fall. Swaying slightly, her eyes filling with tears even as a smile tugged at her lips. “Say it. Again. Please.”

“I love you.”

Her knees did bend then and he helped her lower to the floor in front of him. He held her, cupping her face in one hand. She felt so fragile. So precious.

“I didn’t think I would ever hear you say those words. I thought I would leave through the door, holding to my smile by a thread. And spend my whole life hoping for a glimpse of you again.”

Le Comte gave a ragged laugh, so at odds with his normal composure. “And I thought I could let you. But we cannot squander this gift. So few people find the one they love, who loves them in equal measure. I want to enjoy life with you at my side, even if I cannot have you forever.”

She leaned into his touch as if it were all that held her to this world.

“Might I kiss you?” Le Comte leaned a little closer.

“If you don’t, I’ll kiss you first,” she smiled.

“Can’t have that. It would ruin my reputation.”

She laughed softly, sending warm puff of breath against his cheek. “What reputation is that?”

Le Comte smiled, close enough now to feel the slight motion of her lips as she grinned back. “Don’t you know, ma cherie? I’m a hedonist, a seducer, a celebrant. If you kissed me first-”

Her lips caught his, all honeyed-heat and satin.

He kissed her back with the pent-up passion he’d kept firmly chained for so very long. The loneliness of centuries, the sweetness of the last few weeks together. In his long years, it was the most passionate kiss - the most heartfelt. Le Comte lost himself in her touch and taste. The feel of her in his arms. He wanted to weep for every moment he’d resisted, and kept them apart. What use eternity if he denied himself this love?

“I will never let you go, ma cherie.”

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp le comte #ikevamp le comte de saint germain #follower celebration #otome #otome guys #cybird otome #fanfiction #fanfic #fluff #light angst

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xx-lemon-drop-xx · 1 year

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Valentine special prompt six- Stargazing w/Comte.

The stars are quite beautiful tonight. It'd be a shame for you not to stargaze with your boyfriend on this warm night.

Warning: ooc Comte, Small fic, gn reader.

Words: 436.

⚝⭒⭑ Stargazing ⭑⭒⚝

The stars filled the sky with beautiful twinkles. Golds and silvers dripped and drizzled through the sky, filling it up with brilliant light. The moon shone High above the two of you, and the blanket dipped, dropping from your shoulder.

Though, Comte's favorite part of tonight was the way the sky reflected from your eyes, lighting them up like the embers of a fire, shining through the everlasting night.

His nimble fingers slid up, readjusting the blanket on your shoulders so it covered you. After all, Comte didn't want his beloved to catch a cold. That was the last thing he wanted.

You both had a blanket under you, Comte had made sure it was a soft one so it'd be nice and cozy under you both and a heavy, big one wrapped completely around both of your bodies. You were sat in his lap, and his arms slid back down around your waist, dipping under the hem of your shirt to stroke and draw small patterns on your stomach.

Comte rested his head on your shoulders, gaining your attention.

"Ma Chérie, are you enjoying the view?"

He'd asked, eyes softening soon seeing you relax further into his touch completely resting against his chest now.

"Yes. They're… so beautiful, Comte."

Your heart fluttered as his hand trailed down your stomach, grabbing onto your hand from under the blanket and squeezing it in his gently.

"I'm glad. It was a beautiful night out today, I just couldn't help but to ask to have you to myself for the night to see the stars."

He admitted, and you perfectly understood what he meant. After all, it was probably hard living in a mansion full of vampires with clashing personalities. And while he loved and cherished them like family, he also needed his own alone time.

"I'm so glad you asked me. I wouldn't have wanted to miss this ever."

Your eyes lit up when you'd noticed a shooting star, pointing up at it, proud of yourself.

"Comte, my love, make a wish!"

"Me? I wish we could do this every night."

"Heh, you weren't supposed to tell me, silly."

You moved, kissing his nose. His eyes went half lidded watching you with a soft look and a smile.

"But, I wish this happens more than often too. I love you, Comte."

"I love you too, ma chérie."

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xxsycamore · 1 year

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—𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘠𝘰𝘶

► SYNOPSIS:

Deep down, Comte is a greedy man.

If Christmas time reminds him of his beloved, it's only natural of a greedy man to start indulging in it early.

▍comte x mc ▍rating: G ▍tags: fluff; humor; christmas decorations; kissing ▍wordcount: 1,250

▍masterlist

▍a/n: Another fluffy fic! I don't know how many of you happen to have played his route around the holidays, but for me there will always be something about Christmas and Comte... and, I thought this would be a cute little thing between them if it happened in canon. Either way, I hope you enjoy!

Written for mine and @voltage-vixen’s ‘Tis The Season For Love challenge!

PROMPT: Starting with preparations way too early

Entering through the front door, MC nearly drops the shopping bags she's holding to the floor. What is today's date again?? Did she run through any time-warping doors on her way to the marketplace? Upon exiting this morning, she clearly remembers the chilly early November air hitting her face-first, and the fact that she remarked it being early November. Now, she's not so sure. The mansion appears thoroughly, utterly, excessively decorated for Christmas.

"We just took down the Halloween decorations…what is this?"

She mutters to herself, getting a better grip on her many shopping bags, bracing herself to bring them to their final destination in the kitchen already. She desperately needs to ask a certain butler what's all of this about, assuming that when something is happening in the mansion, Sebastian would be the first to know.

Released from the weight she's been carrying, MC doesn't get to also be released from the heavy question mark lingering over her head, as the kitchen is empty. Ignoring her pending tasks for the time being, for the sake of sating her curiosity, she goes on a little investigation, tying her housework apron while walking.

She bumps into a very confused looking Jean, glad that at least she's not the only one feeling like this. Asking him if he knows any details, however, leaves her even more puzzled. He leaves shortly, and MC snaps from the trance only when she spots a familiar black suit through the opened door of a room up ahead. She speeds up her walking, having had enough of being left in the dark.

"Sebastian what is going on with the-"

She walks on the sight of a very worried Sebastian holding the ladder as Comte appears to be putting up garlands. Now, this is something you don't see everyday, and even for MC and her new bizarre life, this is certainly something she didn't expect seeing.

"Ah, ma cherie, you're home early." Comte's face lights up in a near grin that is only barely hidden by years and years of mastering a perfectly modest smile. He gets down the ladder shockingly fast, much to Sebastian's concern. A greeting hug is offered to MC, and while it's not a gesture too intimate that she'd blush from it (moreso when only Sebastian is present and Sebastian has seen everything already), she puts an early end to it, looking in Comte's eyes for answers. It seems like he sees nothing he needs to explain himself for, so she tries with words.

"What is happening here?"

"My, what does it look like? We're preparing for Christmas. I'm putting up some decorations, but don't fret. I know how much you love doing that, I made certain to leave the major spots for you, especially the tree."

"But," she starts, not much less confused than before. Comte seems to have gotten the wrong idea about what part of all of this needs to be addressed. "But, why now? It's definitely too early for this! I just ran into Jean, poor Jean, did you know that he thought he simply slept through and skipped a whole month? He never keeps track of time, imagine how confused he was…"

"Ma cherie."

Comte grips her by the shoulders to gain her attention, and gently moves her hand until it's linked with his elbow. Then he leads the way to the garden, not without ensuring that MC has put her coat on, of course.

The familiar walk towards the gazebo is not as calming as MC remembers, but soon the racing thoughts in her mind are cleared out for an even bigger question mark taking their place. Everything around the gazebo and the gazebo itself is covered in fluffy white snow.

"I swear it hasn't snowed today, I was just out in town fifteen minutes ago!"

Comte lets out a mysterious little chuckle, honey-colored eyes following her reactions. He's not so heartless as to keep toying with her this way, so he moves to stand before her, bringing up her hands in his own to grasp lightly.

"Comte," MC interrupts, just one important question before everything else. She appears pale as a sheet and very, very worried about this one. He hums, still smiling, waiting for her to go on.

"Is this. Asbestos."

"Oh no, it's baking soda."

MC releases what feels like the biggest sigh of relief in her entire life. Ignorance is bliss, and coming from the 21st century with knowledge about all the slow killers (an understatement) in the daily life of a normal person in this time era is… a headache, to say the least. At least her lover comes with a sizable brain and with remarkable levels of knowledge from his many visits from the future.

"Ma cherie."

"Ah, yes?" Color returning to her face, she takes note of the way Comte rubs gentle circles in the skin of her cool hands.

"You were wondering why I'm doing all of this so early." He looks down briefly for a moment, looking at their intertwined hands. "But the answer is very simple, it's almost laughable. You're free to call me a fool because of it, my dear."

Frozen and caught in a suddenly embarrassing and romantic scene, MC waits for him to go on. Even though the answer starts forming in her mind, she doesn't want to guess on her own.

"When we got together, it was Christmas. With the weather turning cold, it was as if it only became warmer and warmer in my heart. I'm a greedy man, ma cherie."

Breath hitching in her throat, MC wants to say something, but can only stare at her Abel and his little guilty smile. It all makes sense now. But he says the rest of it, just in case. Because he loves laying himself bare in front of her and her alone.

He leans in, his voice a whisper, close to her already reddening ear. Would he notice, he'd be fast to take her inside, even if he knows better than to assume that the cold is at fault here.

"And greedy as I am, I couldn’t wait for Christmas, so that I could get to relive those precious memories we share. Seeing you run around merrily, kissing your hair that smells of those special cookies you made for all of us last year… Ah, I told you it's laughable. You seem to have reduced me to a little kid that cannot wait for the holidays to come."

The laugher that Comte expects doesn't come, because MC can't produce any sound when she's pressed to his chest. It's a little surprising how tightly she hugs him, but he welcomes it gladly, returning the hug. If he is the one to break it first, it would be only in order to kiss her. And that's exactly what he does, having long accepted that around his darling he's never going to be as in control of himself as he normally is.

"I'm looking forward to the second best Christmas ever, Abel."

Second best? Now that sounds like a challenge, through as much as he thrives to impress her, Comte is not so sure how he's going to compete against the miracle of love that took place last year. He feels that same youthful excitement rushing through him, and he kisses MC again as if to make her feel it, too.

One thing is certain; it would be a Christmas to remember. Their second Christmas together.

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them as boyfriends.txt

━ type: bts x gn! reader ━ masterlist

━ about: fluff ━ pictures taken from Pinterest

━ previously posted on soraviii

NAMJOON:

Conversations! I am extremely chill about it but still insistent

Conversations about stuff!

Doesn't even have to be like here's the top 10 reasons why Auguste Comte was a cunt but like overall

Why do you enjoy doing some things and why are these things his hobbies you know

Why he knows that some of his habits are bad but he can't seem to stop them and so on

I always think that Namjoon is very concerned about doing the Right Thing, you know, being an objectively good person within a subjectively impossible world he probably worries a lot about "oh, was this thing I said perhaps going to rub you off the long way", "is what I'm doing with my influence enough, is it right?" "oh, you said it was okay but could it be that when I did this you wish I didn't and so on"

Wants to do right by the people he loves so open, frequent communication he views as an opportunity to improve and be assured that he's not an ignorant tool

A multifaceted individual so you get to see all sides - cute and cuddly, shy and embarrassed, the hoe side

Does absolutely wake you up in the mornings like "get up, sucker, we're going somewhere, get up"

Often says he's bringing you to a little something and it could be anywhere between a specific tree in a park and a booked-out art gallery during the night

Tries to echolocate you if he's out and forgot to take his glasses

He's insecure that he can't cook so he probably cleans a lot

Probably has read an article about weaponized incompetency and therefore tries to split chores evenly and keep them regularly done

He's actually torn up he can't do most things he would want like - wait for you after work or walk along the river freely

So he puts the extra effort in all he gets - lazy mornings, eating brunch abroad etc.

I can for some reason imagine him slow driving a bike at night and you're walking beside

Why is he not giving you a lift? He's scared he'll crash and you'll be hurt

If you can drive and own a car he will indicate that he wants to be driven not by asking but by sitting in the seat and putting a seat belt on in front of your eyes

When on tour or working late nights sends you short videos of the animals he finds along the way (think of that Instagram video of him harassing a crab on the way home from work)

Deep morning voice! Lord!

Absolutely the one on the list to have sex to relieve pent-up anger

Sleeps shirtless

Just get like ear plugs or straight-up knock yourself out because I just know he snores like a whole ass truck

If he's in love, really, I mean truly in love you're straight up becoming immortalized in the songs

Like he assigns a symbol that he associated to you whether a specific flower or a word or a concept but it's a little thing that keeps mentioned throughout

If it's a private track will ask you to moan for it to be used in a track

On like one day in a year when you convince him to be lazy, for sure, sits and watches TV with like a passive-aggressive frown and munches on chips really loudly

It's not even a bad show it's just how his face looks then

When meeting your friends, has an awkward "smile and wave, boy, smile and wave" stance

Definitely plays up his hotness once in a while - sleazy smiles, and those bedroom eyes, there are two wolves within him, a romantic and a player

If you're walking through an art gallery, for sure talks about every single thing he sees

The way you're on his Instagram is by sharing the photos you take, through them he can see the man you fell in love with and he becomes giddy over it

YOONGI:

So hear me out but when Yoongi is crushing he's like a boyfriend, when he's in a relationship he's like a married man with two kids and a mortgage

It's not that the spark is missing (guy can get you hot and bothered in a matter of seconds, you know what I'm saying) but it's literal comfort

Everything about him is comfort

He's like what men think men should be but so much better

E.g. fixes stuff - lamps, chairs, bulbs

Has plans on doing renovation

He never does it but he insists that when he gets the free time-!

"Next weekend."

"Yoon, you said it last weekend."

"Yeah, and eventually I'll do it. Consistency is key."

If he's home and you're there cooks meals 100%

For some reason, I always think he's really into cooking breakfast

It's more likely for him to cook breakfast than dinner because he would oftentimes order it in

Soft lighting in the apartment, no overhead lights

His type of touching is subtle

When you're watching say a movie, he doesn't lean into you wholly but like sits and keeps a hand slumped on your knee

Listen to this - fleeting hand holding

If you're keeping your hand on the table and he's near, he'll stroke your hand for 3 seconds take it away and repeat

Touches your pinky with his - it's like saying "hey"

Now hear me out, gossip

Jimin is for sure the no.1 gossiper but Yoongi is not too far behind himself

You're getting the freshest hottest brew about every single idol and producer he finds repulsive

Not too big of an outdoors guy but he'll do literally anything for you so if you want to go on like a few-day retreat, you sit him down and ask him:

"Is this something you want?"

"Yes -ㅅ-"

"Be honest! Are you really okay with going away this weekend and doing absolutely no work?"

"You'll be happy -ㅅ- yes -ㅅ-"

Hates it but you're happy so he's happy

I think he gets a little bit insecure about his partner not being to be able to do a lot of things so he spoils them a lot - trips and rest days and such

Is a hypocrite though

If you drink a lot of coffee nags the shit out of you only to drink seven cups himself

And here's the hill I'm going to die on - really strict when it comes to eating sweets before proper meals

He might be chill when you say you're not hungry, it sometimes happens you know, but will not! have it! for you to eat candy before dinner!

"What are you - my mom?" you sneer as he shOVES a pack of gummy worms into a deep, dark corner of a pantry where it most likely will never see the light of the sun ever again

"I'll call her," he warns, stirring whatever he was cooking that evening. "Don't test me."

Fights with him are rare and very diplomatic

He treasures you a lot so he takes a logical stance and flat out states "we both could say something hurtful, let's take a breather"

If you're in a foul mood and anNOYED at everything and itching for a fight, he'll cock an eyebrow and just say: "Is that really something you want to be spoken out there?"

Sometimes gets you cute plushies

You once walked in on him reading omegaverse fanfic and no, there is no backstory, nor an explanation given

Holds an incredibly harsh critique of snacks

Tastes a chip, hates it, discARDS the packet with a "d i s g u s t i n g"

You will absolutely hear a fuck ton of "back in my day" and "these are not Korean nuts, these are x nuts, they're no good"

Somehow I think he shits himself more before meeting your friends than parents???

Because he knows how to get along with older people but your friends who are convinced he's going to cheat on you, he's nothing but another over-inflated popstar stroking his ego? not a clue, he's a lost boy

He's so humble and helpful that, of course, he wins them over

Probably has driven your friends somewhere where they need to be, like a reception, probably offered his car for moving purposes (does anyone else help their friends move in and out of places?)

When on long car rides absolutely tries to gaslight you by saying the most impossible shit like:

"Of course, there is."

"There are no rivers in the Gobi desert!"

"But there are! Ancient people, how do you think they managed to travel all that distance? It's because they got to the river and that replenished them halfway."

Actually just wants to talk to you and this is an easy way to do so

dRUNK Yoongi just think about it and enjoy, he's so giggly and smiley and probably calls out for you with annoying frequency

Your nickname is an inside joke, many don't think it's cute at all but you know better and that's what's important

JIN:

Gets irrationally shy even after dating you after a while, say, you're changing and he walks in, for some reason puts a hand in front of his eyes??

Definitely covers his body if you're checking him out

"Can we please have some respect? Some decorum?" he whines, neck flushing at an alarming speed

Annoys you a lot, he's the annoying boyfriend

Tells the most ridiculous things, like:

"______________, I was in the bathroom and I did this," flicks hair. "And wow, I'm just so handsome. You must be a very strong person indeed to be able to bear it every day."

His confidence is a Schrodinger's cat - half true, half - farce

Somedays he wakes up and doesn't feel it at all and hides away from you saying he's ugly right now

Please assure him a lot during that time

If you work too much he's the best remedy for that

Jin is wise and helps you see how your time is the most important thing, that you don't have to prove your existence to anyone and can occupy space without proving your worth over and over again

Conversations with him don't often delve into deep waters but at the same time you don't feel unheard because he listens very attentively even if he doesn't share these anxieties and concerns

Does, unfortunately, give you secondhand embarrassment quite often

Has and will wear ridiculous outfits that have people turning their heads around

You're trailing with him, hand in hand, head low and Jin's ears too are flaming like gasoline on fire but who is he to prohibit himself from indulging things

Most likely to want morning sex, I will not elaborate

He has a special soft smile for when he feels properly cared for and babied

Appreciates being given flowers, hair tugged behind the ear

He doesn't give a fuck what's a norm, it makes him feel nice, fuck you, he'll continue doing it

If you find fishing boring, sorry you'll have to put up with it

"I guess this will be our thorn, honey, you'll just have to endure this for love"

He takes no shit, not even from you but in return never, ever prohibits you from enjoying things

For example, diving into ice-cold water in a lake is not his idea of a fun time but if you enjoy it, he'll be by the side shivering with a towel and a thermos

Definitely, 100% rehearses meeting your parents and quizzes you on his

It is no surprise at all when you meet that both of you know just the right words, the right gestures

Jin loves his family and to be put in a conflict between you and them is a walking nightmare

So he does his best to avoid that

You often eat at very random places scattered throughout the town and sometimes out of it

One day it's a luxury five-star restaurant in a penthouse, the next you're sitting on a wobbly chair at a marketplace, eating a small vegetable or meat skewer from a plastic cup

But Jin always knows how to bring a good time, so both times are just perfect

HOSEOK:

Okay so if this makes sense but Hoseok is the type of boyfriend who wants you to improve

So he wouldn't be super clingy or overly protective or madly jealous but he shows his care by reminding you to do self-care

Like skincare routine, morning and night he's there to ask you if you did it

Or whether you ate well, why not, why are you neglecting care in your life

I don't see him as overly romantic like big-ass gestures but really consistent care from the start

Now hear me out and don't tussle, he partially views you as a responsibility and a project

and befORE YOU GET PITCHFORKS LEMME TELL YOU SOMETHING

He works hard, correct?

He's a strict teacher and absolutely works himself 100% for maximum improvement

And it's not like he's hovering over you like a helicopter parent, moulding you into a version of his liking I just think he wants you to be the person you really like

So obviously it depends on what your goals are but he's really quietly motivating you to do better for yourself

It may not sound most romantic but at its core he wants you to be happy and I think he realises that it doesn't always just means being loved by a close person

So he wants you to improve, feel better about yourself and feel better about the world in such a way

Because the world is a very dark place, it can't handle even more negativity

Kinky, 0 explanation iykyk

A hype man for sure

If you're ever feeling like you can't do something he'll convince you that at the very least there's not so much loss involved as you think

Handmade jewellery especially if he's been away for a long time

I imagine him sitting at a studio, taking like a 15-minute break and he's tinkering with beads, arranging them and stringing them into a bracelet tailored to your interests

Buys you clothes more than anything else say like a car or a house

He splurges reasonably

Though them triangle bags he had back in the day cost like 300 that's my whole rent homie

It's hard to read what he'd be like as a boyfriend but out of all most likely to feel like a friend with added stuff

Which isn't bad at all

I think he struggles between the view of love in the traditional sense he's been taught and interpreting it his own, more peculiar way

Buys subtly matching clothes

Has a private Instagram and definitely hypes you up there

If he's upset but not overtly mad, he'll lie in the bed and Complain using full VFX of Hobi sound effects

Somehow managed to friendzone you once

As an act of revenge, you did that as well and now has learnt his lesson

100% has inner demons but out of all is the most likely to not share it, above Yoongi, above all

He doesn't struggle with communication per se but struggles with understanding that he himself can have faults and he doesn't have to do everything alone

He holds people he loves in high standard hence why he's so insistent on self-care; on being the best you can be within your own eyes, so it makes complete sense that he holds himself up to the highest standard, cutting himself the least amount of slack

Makes you feel like you're the most hilarious person in the world but doesn't talk much at home

If you feel awkward at an event and pressured will leave immediately, I just have a sense about this

JIMIN:

Has a knack for jealousy but the type to end with you being railed the entire night with his jaw clenched

I know we all like his cute side but he can be scary

He can be standoffish and sharp he just mostly chooses to not be

He chooses the high ground though that doesn't always mean he wants to take one

So if you have an ex he particularly loathes he will be near poisonous to that person

But lets it go because it's not about them, it's about you and you deserve his undivided attention

He needs assurance a lot because I think he's convinced himself you'll leave because honestly, it's a hard lifestyle to tolerate in a partner

Touchy but listen to this his favourite is not hugging you but leaning into you

Because it can be so variable

Like cutely leaning onto you whining at you at a full volume or pressing his nose in your cheek with a smirk

I have a feeling he'd enjoy it if you have some temper

He hates fights, absolutely abhors them, and probably has fights because he didn't voice something in the first place because he didn't want to fight

But if you're mad at someone else? If you're angry and getting heated and being bossy?

He just ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

But he often has ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) he's in tune with his sensual side

Speaking of sensual, reads the most toe-curling, filthy romance books in his free time

I'm talking like casually sipping coffee and calmly listing through like a BDSM orgy

He's the type to try everything once, within reasons

Often when talking has a soft, whiny voice and holds a part of your body rubbing circles there

I can't imagine his flirty nature not getting him in trouble at some point

But he makes his commitment known in very intense ways

Like gripping your jaw, making eye contact and saying something along that he can't even sleep without you, you're in his bloodstream

Kind of corny but manages to make it sexy because it's Park Jimin

He wants to know everything about you - what you're thinking, why you're thinking it, what made you to be who you are now and who you want to be tomorrow

Desires to make eye contact

Steals more of your clothes than you do his

Drunk, kind of out of it dancing to slow, sexy songs is a MUST for him

In a way there are two parts to being loved by him which are very representative of his sides - one is cute and cuddly, wanting you to be happy, like an idealized version of kids being in love and the other one is hungry

He wants you in and out, if you're not his in the understanding that he knows you best, that he can please you physically and please you mentally by giving you comfort, he's not happy

Sentimental, probably secretly keeps tokens of yours from the beginning of the relationship

Has a copy of all your childhood pics, argue with a wall

The one true no. 1 gossiper, he knows everything about everyone like your workplace for example

He knows why exactly that co-worker of yours left for a two-week vacation and the reason is salacious as all hell while you could be sitting there - "I have a coworker by that name?"

If you're out and he sees someone being rude, will viOLATE them

His sense of humour could make a person suicidal fr

But unlike some, he uses his inside voice

Has things that annoy him in your relationship but I don't think he says it unless it's really bad

He lets small grudges pass hoping to preserve the balance

Because only the mere thought of you leaving terrifies him

Once Jimin ties himself to someone, genuinely, he doesn't want to let them go for nothing

If you're away for a long time, let's say going abroad or really busy with work, his emotions get the best of him and he gets quite upset

But he hides it and frankly somewhat succeeds

But you can also tell when you return home that he was missing you like crazy

He needs to be pampered then, reassured that everything's fine

Does everything you want even if it's not what he would usually do

If you feel like driving for a while to stare at the moon, he absolutely would

Seduces you over and over again

Partially I think the reason he changes up his behaviour so much is to make sure he's keeping you on your toes and you wouldn't leave

It's lowkey a phobia of his

It's so obvious he's dating you

You can just see the Love

Also if he would just stop glARING at strangers for bREATHING your direction, that would be great

Reminds you to do a lot of things but also needs those reminders as well

Often so tired he forgets to do basic things so you have to wrangle him to take a shower or brush his teeth before bed because he really works himself very hard :(

If you're on your phone when it's time to sleep will yANK it away like a mOTHER

Love to him means sticking together - always

TAEHYUNG:

bops

Oh, you're expecting an explanation?

You're not getting any :)

Very soft

Also very weird

Being his partner means being his interpreter at times

You two have probably developed a language of your consisting chiefly of sounds

Sends you a shit ton of selfies

Mostly stupid and often blurry

He's a blurry sort of guy

Has sent a selfie taken from underneath his nostril

You could be sitting at work and he sends you a wet, shirtless selfie

Cause he's a menace

Big enthusiast of having soft lights as well

It makes the atmosphere feel more intimate

Everything is about intimacy when he's with you

Emotional, spiritual, physical

Where Jimin is in love with love, Taehyung loves romance

So big, classic, romantic gestures are a part of the Kim course

Date nights are unavoidable even let's say you're in two different countries he'll find a way

Sometimes by spontaneously flying out, sometimes by arranging the most ridiculous zoom call known to man

Like the camera placed where you would sit across the table with a restaurant dinner in front

Buys you lingerie, jewellery and fancy clothes

Teases you about loving him

"Ah, ______________ your passion for me makes a guy shy."

Cue to you sitting like -_-

Cause by now you're tiRED

I imagine he does get on your nerves a lot but by weaponizing all of that infamous charm at this point you're convinced he could get away with breaching the Geneva conventions

Always looks at you like he's done absolutely NO WRONG

Even if it happened like 3 seconds ago

Gatekeeps you in a way

He wants you all to himself and he's afraid if you don't like his friends, you might end up not liking him as well

Really values your opinion of him

Has gone to a fortune teller to ask how your future would look like

When you're going through a tough time, he "lends" you his angel

Misses you like crazy when you're apart

And sometimes even when you're here

If he's miraculously drunk, you're not getting him off you

Fucking Clingatron 3000 over here practically treats you as a plushie when you go to sleep

If you're the more reserved type, he's simply over the moon trying to make you flustered

And if you're really cuddly, he invites it eagerly and joyously

Jump atop of him and he'll laugh head thrown back onto the bed

Absolutely the type to find you being angry quite cute, with the exception that you're not so mad you're breaking up with him

This is of course really annoying because what if you want to establish dOMINANCE

Well good luck with that

He'll just smooch you to pacifism

Is lowkey always horny

Has kinks but I do not have the strength to think about them

Every week attempts to cook a fancy meal which ends up being an inedible concoction tasting like an armpit sweat

Promises to not do it again but lo and behold next week!

Watches a lot of movies with you

Watches you if you're out

Really zones out when you're ordering or simply waiting for something

If you're both at home plays soft music in the background so he could pull you into dance at any time

Fresh flowers whenever the old ones wilt down :(

Brings you to a lot of hipster cafes late in the evening

Quite often says the most inappropriate shit at absolutely the wrong place and time

For example, you're about to throw the bins out and he casually lets it slide -

"What if we tried for a baby right now?"

Smiles at his phone when texting you

Recalling back to the finding you cute when angry, definitely smiles and chuckles to himself if you're being huffy and complaining about work or what some dumbass did today

Begs you to share food

The type to bump into you playfully when walking

If he's going to bed, you're going to bed (can't sleep without his plushie)

Increasingly ridiculous nicknames - honey, babe, dearest, flower, sweet bean, rice cake, jujubii (warps it to sound more cuter version of jujube)

Eats up every capitalized love celebration ever invented - white day, rose day, his own made - "our first kiss day"

Really sentimental in that way

I think he wants love to feel more like a movie than it necessarily is so tries his hardest to make that dream a reality

JUNGKOOK:

It is often and with an honestly worrying frequency that you think there is nothing but mii music behind those eyes

Zones out a lot

Stops mid-sentences

Sometimes forgets to listen when you're ranting

It's because he feels safe with you

He feels that he doesn't have to make perfect sense so his mind wanders a lot because he's very relaxed when with you

The type of guy who holds your legs crossed in his lap, one hand caressing your calf when watching a movie

Speaking of movies, yes, you probably have a whole list of tv shows to watch together

(which he absolutely cheats by squeezing in extra screen time)

But you know what he absolutely does

Plays the most horrible otome games known to man

I'm talking about the horse dating simulator, every and all butler romances in the app store

At first, it's just to make fun of it

But then naturally gets really competitive and complains quite hard if the butler he's supposed to be romancing doesn't like him

"Why are men so hard to please?" he growls, fingers gripping the phone so hard the knuckles are white. "I spent 45 diamonds on this dress and "okay" is all YOU CAN SAY?!"

Though you started the game together, he's the one to finish them because it's just slightly hard to develop a romantic interest in an anime pigeon for you but not for Jungkook

Does as he's told when it comes to chores - washing dishes, cleaning, laundry, does it all eagerly

If you're messy, nags you but doesn't go as hard as, for example, Hoseok

Before you stop by his apartment, 100% tried to make it more "palatable" for you

Meaning, shOVES those 7 mattresses of his lying around into a closet or something

Whilst he's pouring a glass of wine you hear a crash come from somewhere

"What's that??" you ask and he sweats, absolutely shits himself

"Nothing," he replies, voice squeaky

"Didn't sound like nothing..."

"...dON't even worry about it."

If he has to take out the bins and your high-heeled shoes are the only thing available, he'll be strutting down to the garbage like a Victoria's Secret model

Has switched those LED lights to red to try and dance sexily in front of you only to bump his crotch into the corner of a closet

You're 90% of his impulse control so if you're gone, expect to see him with one eyebrow upon returning

Has cried at least once about thinking how much he loves you

Turns up his hotness just to see what happens

Is HIGHKEY ready to go at any given point

Even if he's dead tired, he's like "just a quick, lazy sesh, okay 🥺🥺🥺"

If you're scolding him also does this 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Finds it absolutely hilarious and endearing if you're bossy

Obeys whilst giggling all throughout

Your ass is a source of comfort for him, it's not your ass it's OUR ass once you're with him

If you're close with your family, probably the one most likely to spend a lot of time with them (of course, only with you there cause he cannot handle that tension A L O N E)

When you first brought him to meet the fam, anytime you tried to leave he would look at you with a smile on his lips but wide panicked eyes, hissing:

"do nOT leAVE me"

"I need to go to the bathroom..."

"Hold it! for the love of gOD hOLD iT."

After a while, he's a bit more chill, the type to be brought along to every camping trip and cookout

Is probably used for labour by your relatives

No, does not send you memes, he's breaking the Gen Z stereotype as he's not attached to the hip with his phone

Makes a conscious effort to spend enough time with you

He can be weaponized to kill bugs, shoo away birds, glare threateningly at strangers

Gently wrestles you for fun

Really enjoys it if you take care of him, like put hair oil in his hair, massage his shoulders, cream his hands etc.

Doesn't like spending a lot of time hanging around somewhere so he whines in your ear

"Are you going to be done soon?"

"We just got here. I need to buy a new shirt."

"You have plenty at home and they all look great on you. Let's just go eat. There's online shopping for a reason."

Gets jealous a lot but never gets angry at you and quickly lets it go

Mostly pouts and fusses if he thinks you're being too friendly with someone

Sometimes utilizes you as weights whilst working out

Like makes you lay on top of him when he's doing push-ups

Adores if you try to manhandle him only to then show you how it's really done by taking a hold of your legs and hoisting you around his waist

You have had a talk about whether he'd choose Namjoon over you and the results of that debate were relayed to Namjoon himself who just looks at you both with a frown that says "what the hell are both of you on"

Gets lowkey combative if you have bad habits that impact your health like smoking, too much drinking, or not eating regularly

Health to him is very important in spite of you pointing out the hypocrisy of it

As he often fails to take proper care of himself

But he tries so he wants you to try your best as well

Makes a secret tattoo about you

Like your favourite flower, or a favourite thing

Similar to how Namjoon immortalizes you in a way, but on his flesh

Sings around the house but is too shy to give you concerts

Sneaks you into the studio, however, for you to express your opinion

Sneaks you into a lot of places

Like an afterparty or a press conference

A member will see you and wonder out loud:

"I think I saw _____ walking by."

"You're just getting old, seeing things," Jungkook replies trying not to seem too guilty

You can absolutely tell if he has a surprise planned for you

"Jungkook, are you planning to bring me on a secret date?"

"0.0 no 0.0"

If you're mercilessly destroying him at a game, he threatens to cry

Would get upset at you for something he dreamt

Glares at you over coffee cup:

"You said you liked Yoongi better than me."

"In a dream you Dumbo," you roll your eyes. "I'm literally making you breakfast."

He answers with a vague hum, then turns up his nose, all offended:

"Said you liked his hip thrust more."

Wants to adopt more dogs, so you'll have someone to keep you company when he's on tour :( and so that they could protect you in case of home invasion or stalkers

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