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natimiles · 7 months

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What is that? (a tattooed reader)

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

Words: 1716

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

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

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

“What is that, mademoiselle?”

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

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

“What is what?”

“That thing,” he points in your direction.

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

“I don’t follow, Jean.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nunuche, what the hell?”

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

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

“What’s wrong?” You ask, startled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, the stars,” Vincent says.

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

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

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

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

“Indeed,” Sebastian nods in agreement.

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

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

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

Crossposted on AO3.

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nuttytani · 5 months

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

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

Napoleon

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

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

Mozart

Makes a disgusted face and turns you down

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

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

He kicks you out of his piano room

Dude has some thoughts to organise

Leonardo

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

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

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

Arthur

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

Vincent

Thinks deeply about it and smiles at you

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

Theodorus

Scoffs at you and calls you an idiot

Why would you turn into a worm?

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

Dazai

Uno reverses you instead

Now you're trapped

Would you love him if he was a worm?

Gets sad if you don't answer quickly enough

Sebastian

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

Stays silent for a while and then sighs

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

Comte

Chuckles a bit at the thought and immediately replies yes

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

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

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

Shakespeare

Is fascinated that you even came up with such a question

His answer is yes

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

Vlad

Says yes immediately.

Thinks you'd look like a cute worm

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

Charles

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

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

Faust

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

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

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

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alby-rei · 2 months

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Growing Pains: Hand-Washing Clothes (IkeVamp; Sebastian & MC)

Prompt: Write a story all in dialogue, must include characters washing clothes. Characters: MC/You, Sebastian Word count: ~350 words Tags: Pre-relationship, Humor, MC is new to the housekeeper life a/n: Wrote this a while back as a warm up. When I saw this prompt, Sebastian came to mind instantly. I imagine they would've had this convo early on in MC's "recruitment". Figured I might as well show I'm still alive and writing! Consider this another entry in Memories of the Mansion. Back to Masterlist

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“Why must Arthur always come back with blood stains on his collar?”

“If the blood makes you uncomfortable, I can do it instead.”

“It’s not so much the blood as it is the implication of what he’s doing.”

“Ah…yes. I can see how that would be unsettling.”

“When did you get used to washing blood of everyone’s clothes?”

“Hmm. Hold on, let me hang this to dry while I think…it didn’t long, maybe two weeks? I started working at the mansion after Sir Isaac joined, specifically because of his…side-effects to his vampirism. Blood wasn’t something that particularly bothered me, but it did take time to get used to the smell of Rouge in the kitchen.”

“I see… Aha! Finally got the spot to come out. Comte doesn’t pay me enough for this.”

“He pays you?”

“Good point. We should both demand a raise.”

“Speak for yourself, I’m perfectly content as I am.”

“That’s because you have access to all of his money as his butler.”

“As do you. You know he’ll never say no to any request you make. You may as well make good use of that.”

“If there’s anything I would ask for, it’s a proper washing machine…were those not invented yet?”

“If they were, we would have our own.”

“Ughhh. No dishwasher, no washing machine. Next thing you’ll tell me, the vacuum cleaner wasn’t invented yet!”

“…”

“…Sebastian, when was the vacuum cleaner invented?”

“For the last time, just because I’m from the 21st century, doesn’t make me a walking, talking Google search engine.”

“…Worth a shot.”

[Bonus scene]

“Now then, back to work. We’ll never get to washing the bed sheets if you’re this slow with the clothes.”

“There’s more?!”

“And then the linens, and then the—”

“And you’re telling me you did all of this by yourself before I came along?”

“Yes, as to be expected. I wouldn’t want our esteemed guests to be burdened by manual labor when they should be focusing on their work.”

“Most of them aren’t even employed! They just sit around and…actually what do they do all day?”

~*~

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#alby one-shots #ikevamp sebastian #ikevamp #ikemen vampire #akihiko satou #ikevamp writing #sebastian x reader #pre-relationship #platonic #sebastian x you #sebastian x mc #ikevamp fanfic

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duckyfann9871 · 7 days

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I want to be a vampire too: rant

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

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

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

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

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gunraekae · 5 months

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love transcending time - aka ikevamp unnecessarily narrated

>ikemen vampire

>everyone x reader

>a/n: dont mind me just leaving my cave to post this

trust i have a headcanon style post in the works and uploaded sometime in the next week or so, i'm just a bit overwhelmed with term papers and stuff sorryyy

enjoy and have a wonderful day dear

Chapter II: The Banquet

At the foot of the staircase was the mysterious gentleman I encountered at the Louvre. He gave a pointed glance to the men. At the sight of him, a wave of relief surged through me and I ran down the staircase towards him.

“It’s you!” I hurried down and stopped short in front of him. Suddenly remembering my composure, I clarified the situation, “Pardon, but do you remember me? We met in front of the ‘Coronation of Napoleon’ and you helped me.”

I was met with a warm smile, “Of course I remember you.” Alright, I can ask him about an exit—any exit—and I can get a ride back to my aunt.

Before I could ask him for directions, my saviour “Leon,” stepped in between us. “She says she came here through your door. Did you bring her?” His tone, and the way he hid me from the prying eyes of everyone, all of it feels as if he was… protecting me.

“I did not. I can give you my oath if you wish,” the gentleman mused, “her arrival is just as surprising to me.”

“Then how did she get here?” Although the men didn’t seem hostile, what they were talking about still made me uneasy. What did they mean by “his” door? And why did they talk about “my arrival” as if it was an impossible feat? Where even am I? I don’t understand at all. Something is very wrong here. I just need to get out. At the new wave of apprehension, I remember my aunt. She must be so worried. How long has it even been? I rummaged around my pocket for my phone. 2:50 pm. No signal. What is going on?

I found the last ounce of courage I had and interjected, “You’ve been very kind, but I really can’t stay. I was supposed to meet up with someone. We’re still in the 1st arrondissement, yes? Where the Louvre is? That door there, does it lead outside?” I asked my questions rapidly before anyone could interrupt me.

His expression turned difficult, “Hmm… I’m afraid the answers you seek will only confuse you more.” My pleading gaze met the gentleman’s golden eyes. “This isn’t the place for a long discussion, however. Would you join me for dinner, chère?” I asked a yes or no question. Any rationality left in my mind crumbled, and it seemed to show on my face, as the gentleman hurriedly added, “Tonight’s banquet is a rare occasion for us. But afterward, I will answer all your questions. S’il vous plait.” With a sigh, I resigned myself to his wishes. After all, if there was any person who knew my predicament, it was him.

Having owned a travel blog, I’d been to many hotels, from the hidden gems to the 5-star establishments, I’d seen it all. The gentleman’s dining room was unlike anything I’d ever seen. A stretching room with a long, clothed table with fourteen high-backed wooden chairs framing it. The mahogany walls had intricate wooden carvings around the high ceiling, and a warm atmosphere coated the room with the chandeliers and the candelabras. Four men were already seated.

The beautiful pianist with the sharp tongue sat at the far end, secluded from the others. He was true to his statement from before—he truly looked displeased in being here.

Around the centre of the table sat two men beside each other.

“Must’ve been something pretty important to keep us waiting here. One second longer and I would’ve left.” The first man’s voice was familiar, being the Englishman’s companion in the hallway I entered. His husky voice, with the Dutch accent, matched his appearance—domineering and brusque. He had slicked-back, brown hair and steely blue eyes with a cold expression. He donned a long grey coat, fastened with gold accessories on top of a dark blue sweater, layered over a neat white button-up; basically, what a sensible businessman would wear if he was born a century ago. His tall stature and strong build were noticeable, with him being the largest of the men so far.

“Now, now. Getting angry about dinner is not going to make the food come out any faster.” The second man seemed the exact opposite, being much easier on the eyes. He had fluffy blonde hair, and even though the two had the same blue eyes, this man was so warm, you almost couldn’t tell. His dimpled smile was almost angelic. He wore a shorter dark brown coat with a yellow sweater on top of a white shirt, but the most attention-grabbing piece was his long yellow scarf loosely wrapped around him. He was somewhat smaller than his presumed brother.

“I have to be angry for two, mijn broer,” the gruff one said. The two Dutch brothers seemed close despite being polar opposites.

The kind brother’s eyes landed on me, and he gave a welcoming smile, “Who’s that? Do we have a guest? It’s nice to meet you!”

My uneasiness was somewhat alleviated by his warm character. He looked like the paintings of the angels I’d seen in the musée. A few words from him make me feel like everything’s better. We need more people like him.

The fourth man was sat a little ways away from everyone, head down and eyes studying the piece of tablecloth he was fiddling with. He looked slightly younger than the others, his innocent cherry eyes matched his auburn hair. He wore a sensible white button-up with a grey vest that had a red lapel. A golden button of an apple was stitched to the collar, giving his otherwise professional outfit an almost adorable finish.

His gaze darted around the room, briefly meeting mine then quickly returning to the tablecloth, “Whoever you are, have you considered sitting down? There’s a queue behind you waiting to get in, you know.” His voice was light and airy with a crisp English accent.

The Englishman’s chipper voice greeted the shy boy, “Newt, old boy, you do care!”

He bristled, “Can you desist calling me that wretched—!” “Newt” placed his hands on the table, as though intending to stand up.

A disciplinary clap sounded behind me. “That will be enough of that, you two. I require good manners at my table.” The gentleman gave everyone a warning look masked by his cordial smile. “Let’s be seated. There’s a few empty chairs, but we’ll have to start the toast without them.” The butler had already snuck into the kitchen, presumably preparing the dinner. The Englishman sat beside the gruff Dutch brother while “Leon” sat beside the shy boy. He gave me a warm glance as if reassuring me that I was safe here. I couldn’t muster up a smile, so instead I gave him a timid nod. Meanwhile, the gentleman gently placed a hand on my back and guided me to a seat beside his, which was at the head of the table.

The various personalities together seemed as if they wouldn’t mesh well together, but surprisingly, with everyone seated down, it felt like they were all a family.

“A vôtre santé!” The gentleman raised a glass filled with golden champagne in a toast. A chorus of toasts responded to him by the men. While most of the men kept drinking, the pianist took one sip before quickly placing down his glass. Not quite trusting the gentleman from his elusiveness, but wanting to be courteous, I pretended to take a sip instead. I was too wary. Too much didn’t make sense. It should be almost 3 in the afternoon, and yet I was having dinner in a strange mansion. I should have been at the Louvre with my aunt, and now I’m dining with seven strange men. Interrupting my thoughts, the butler brought out the first course. To say the food looked like a culinary masterpiece was doing it injustice. It was a classic French spread, the sort that I had at the hotels but somehow even better. Still, I remained wary and didn’t make a move. Instead, I turned my attention to my companions. Who are all these men? They seemed normal, if not odd, but their appearances were so unusual. And they were all from different countries, so was this an international meeting of some kind? They don’t seem to be friends, but it felt like there was an ambiguous intimacy between them all. The gentleman, noticing my uneasiness, inclined his glass my way.

“Let us toast to tonight’s most glorious and miraculous encounter. Santé.” His alluring gaze was comforting, if not off-putting in its warmth. “...à la vôtre.” With such a direct toast, it was impolite not to respond in turn. I timidly raised my glass to his. He finished the rest of his champagne, locking his gaze with mine. Feeling guilty and slightly charmed, I took a small sip of mine. Unfortunately, it tasted wonderful.

I turned back towards the food laid out in front of me. My stomach quietly grumbled; embarrassed, I looked around hoping no one noticed. Wishing to justify my hunger, I rationalized that it would be insulting if I didn’t eat. I tried the terrine. Pheasant with fresh basil. And it tasted as exquisite as it looked. The bisque was delicious too. You can taste the crab. It’s thickened just right! I closed my eyes. Whoever made this food should be as famous as Gordon Ramsay. My increasing satisfaction with the food was noticed by the gentleman, and awkwardly, I chirped, “My compliments to the chef.” The butler from earlier, who dutifully stood by the kitchen’s entry seemed to relax from his stiff composure.

He chuckled, “he’ll be pleased to hear that.” Whether it was the champagne or his ardent smile, my nerves considerably eased. Maybe he’s just a harmless nobleman and I’m overthinking everything. Really, if you looked at this scene objectively, I was having a perfectly pleasant evening. Wasn’t this the sort of romantic adventure I was looking for in coming to Paris?

At the gentleman’s words, the men’s amicable chatter was silenced. “You’ve outdone yourself again Sebastian.” His disarming charisma powered over the room. He looked over the men and said, “I believe we should take this opportunity to introduce ourselves to our guest. I will start us off. Everyone has taken to calling me Comte de Saint-Germain.” Comte? A whole count? Maybe that explains this old-word aura he has. “And once again, it’s a pleasure to meet you, chèrie.”

“Oh no, the pleasure’s all mine, Comte,” I mumbled, slightly flustered at his manners and my lack of it. I could feel the manor’s members’ eyes on me, and my face warmed at the attention. God, I’m making such a fool of myself. Le Comte de Saint-Germain next turned to his servant.

“This hard-working butler and the chef of tonight’s excellent banquet is Sebastian,” he fondly introduced. The stern butler from earlier formally bowed.

“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” he said. He spoke English with a faint Japanese accent. The butler Sebastian—how conveniently named.

The Comte turned back towards me, “It occurs to me we haven’t heard your name yet. I’d be pleased to know it.”

There can’t be any harm in telling them that. “I’m… MC,” I clumsily introduced myself. I avoided the eyes of everyone in the room, incredibly self-conscious and still apprehensive.

“That’s such a pretty name,” the kind Dutch brother piped up. His angelic face, which was sat across from me, was the first to reply, “I wasn’t expecting someone like you to turn up here. I hope we can be friends.” I finally raised my head and met his eyes to be polite, and his expression looked relieved at that. “I’m Vincent van Gogh, I’m a painter. It’s really nice to meet you.” I almost choked on my spit. A painter… named Vincent van Gogh. Is this some kind of themed event? Hoping not to seem offensive at my clumsy actions, I mustered a smile back. He seemed too kind to deserve my stupidity. “And this is my little brother. Go on, Theo, introduce yourself.”

“Vincent” gently nudged his brother, the gruff Dutch businessman.

“Theodorus van Gogh. I’m an art dealer. Don’t confuse me with my brother.”

“I’ll, uh, try my best.” They couldn’t be more opposite. I’m not confusing you two. “You’re not getting anything else from me. Introduction’s over.” To hammer in his point, he took a pocket watch from his coat and tapped it repeatedly, tap-tap-tap, to show that he had better things to do. How could Vincent be older? Theo had me pegged as the older brother with his seriousness. Realizing I was staring at the two of them in puzzlement, my gaze returned to the table.

Sitting to the right of Theodorus was the shy boy, “Newt,” who was difficult to make eye contact with, the both of us too nervous. If he could’ve curled up into a ball to be swallowed up by the ground, he would have. That being said, doesn’t he live here? I had more of a reason to be afraid of him than he was of me. “I’m Isaac. Isaac Newton. I study physics.”

“Nice to meet you… Isaac,” I choked out. A physicist named Isaac. They can’t possibly be serious. Despite the absurdity of this situation, I was still fearful of being deemed impolite. “Wait. Should that be ‘Sir Isaac—?’”

Suddenly, one of the dining room windows burst open. To my surprise, a man climbed in from the outside. I flinched from my seat and quickly glanced around to gauge everyone’s reactions. To my surprise, not a single person looked even remotely startled. The man, who had dark hair and strikingly yellow eyes chuckled sheepishly as he struggled through the window. He had such an easygoing smile that betrayed his serious eyes. He had an old Taisho-style kimono, with a dark purple haori, black hakama, and an unbuttoned white shirt. “Well, well, would you look at that? I’m a little late, aren’t I?” He’d just about fully entered the room when his sleeve got stuck, “...In we go.” He pulled at it comically, his actions humorously exaggerated and ineffective.

“God’s Truth, can’t you use a door?” Isaac sighed.

“And keep everyone waiting? No, no, the window’s a much faster entrance.” He smiled, nonchalant about his sleeve still caught by the window. He caught my bewildered eyes. I sat back down, but couldn’t wrench my eyes away from the bizarre scene. “Oh, hello there, young one. Why, I’m happy to see you here. How’s your dinner been?”

“It’s…good,” I sputtered out.

“Isn’t it? Well, it’s a Sebas-kun meal, so you really can’t expect anything less. You wouldn’t believe how fast his cooking gets gobbled up here.” He nonchalantly mused and sat on Isaac’s right, who then slithered away from him.

“Not to worry, you arrived just in time. We were just introducing ourselves to our new guest here.”

“In that case, I’m Osamu Dazai, just a poor writer struggling to make his way in the world.” His eyes closed with his carefree smile, which made him all the more handsome.

“Osamu Dazai. The writer. Okay.” I took a quick swig of my champagne. If I had to listen to the rest of these wild introductions I needed to be less sober. Should I have introduced myself as Marie Antoinette or something? I took a quick glance at the “van Gogh” brothers, who had started this odd chain of improv introductions. His smile seemed too innocent to be trying to fool me like this. Who the hell are these people? Is this some sort of prank? I glanced back at my now-empty glass. Was there something in my drink?

Skipping several empty chairs was the beautiful and cold pianist I’d met earlier. The Englishman called him “Wolfie,” but I bet that’s probably short for—

“Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Composer.” Called it. His character seemed the least to play along in whatever nonsense chain the others made up. Of course, the pianist would be called Mozart.

“...Hello, Mozart,” two words I never thought I’d utter in my life.

The cheeky Englishman from earlier, who was practically buzzing with excitement piped up, “I do believe I’m next! I’m Arthur Conan Doyle. Mystery writer.” I pursed my lips and looked down at the table, uncertain whether I should laugh or sigh. “And don’t call me Sir, just Arthur. As long as I get to call you MC.” I quickly glanced up at him, and his eyes twinkled with delight. He, I could see was capable of making up this joke. But then, did that mean everyone was lying to me? No, not lying. They have to be pseudonyms. I looked around once again at everyone.

Vincent.

Theodorus.

Isaac.

Dazai.

Mozart.

Arthur.

They have to be. Maybe they have to use fake names to keep their real identities a secret for some important reason.

“I believe that leaves you.” Le Comte’s silky voice interrupted my racing thoughts. Only my hero remained. My protector. He was the only one who was genuinely on my side. The one who wanted me to get out of here. He promised to answer my questions. I trusted him, albeit instantly. But he couldn’t possibly lie to me too.

With his eyes that hid nothing, my saviour looked at me and said, “Napoleon. Napoleon Bonaparte… I’m a soldier.”

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simp-is-here · 2 years

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

😮‍💨

Did it get hot in here??

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who-ever-said-i-was-nice · 2 years

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Hi! I love your Ikemen vampire Hc's, and I wonder if you could make one about a Mc similar to Nezuko like... She has the bamboo and everything.

YES! Omg thank you for the ask I literally love you! So I had to do a little research on her, since I'm not too familiar with the character so I'm sorry if this is a bit off. I just tried to match her personality and wardrobe. Hope you like it!

Enjoy!~~

Ikevamp headcanons~ With a reader that is similar to Nezuko

Warning : None, except I haven't managed to watch Demon slayer, so I'm sorry if this is a bit off

Pronouns used: GN, generally just you, thought it can lean towards a more feminine version

Comte

our favorite rich baguette man

Now, he's been alive for many many year

He's seen a lot of things but this is new

when you stumble into the mansion he's supper confused

Is this a child? Nope, not a child. Why the bamboo mouth piece? Not human though, the eyes suggest otherwise

He's not Arthur, but he's observant

he's still very polite, but he's trying to figure out what you are

And then it dawns on him

like he's sipping his tea and his like

*Slams tea cup* ooh my...

He pulls you aside to talk about what you eat

after all he know, vampires drink blood, demons eat people

he's just about to ask you nicely to leave when you can for everyone safety

but

you say you don't eat human

???

Ok, well then

He happily welcomes you into the mansion

He finds your childish appearance rather endearing

thinks the mouthpiece is especially cute

BUT..guess what, one day when you go for a stroll you are ambushed by and upper rank demon

when he sees the after transformation

he's knocked off his feed

and when you whoop the other demons ass

congratulation you're stuck with him for eternity

"Who knew ma chèrie can be so powerful"

Leonardo

this sleepy man

he's like Comte almost, except he figures it out a little sooner

and then he straight up goes and asks if you plan on having any citizens for breakfast

You know he has a strict no drinking blood rule

so he takes this very seriously, as he's afraid it will cost a life whether turned or dead it doesn't matter

So when you say you don't do that he's like: great!

And never brings up the fact that you are a demon ever again

fist of all he loves the entire outfit

he really does

it's so different from his norm, he can't help but be curious and amazed

Now when he sees you in action, he just smirks and has this shit eating grin on his face the whole time

"My, my cara mia, you are so fierce"

either way, he loves you and is charmed by the fact that after everything, you are still rather human, you smile and cry and he's glad that you still have that

Isaac

was very curious about you from the get go, but just kind of watched you from affar

you seemed so small and sweet, like what could be wrong with someone like you

and the Comte told him

at first he was like:

???

and then was like:

!!!!!!!!!

and then he was confused again

why do people keep breaking physics and reality

like this should not be happening, but then again neither should time travel and vampires

now he has a lot of trouble controlling himself around human blood

so when he sees you handling it like a champ he's amazed by your willpower

and when he sees your demon form

apple boy might just bust a blood vessel looking at you

"My goodness y/n, that was...incredible, what else can you do?"

Very curious

Sweet boy

Arthur

so you know how Isaac is like watching from affar

not this mf

nope

you come through that door and he's already noticed a bunch of things and managed to deduce, that you are, despite the cute appearance, not human

and now he's interested

Pesters Comte about it until he gets and answer

when he finds out he just looks at you, and the back at Comte and then back at you

He's confused

he did not picture a demon to look like that

so now you have to explain everything to him

he;s in awe and after finding out he starts treating you with even more respect then before

does ask about your food, aka should he be prepared to cover up a murder

But you tell him it's not the case

when he sees you in all your glory when you got in a fight with another demon

floored

"By Jove, dove, I was not expecting that from someone as cute as you. But I must say, I was quite the pleasant surprise."

Get your mind out the gutTer-

Theodorus

mean mf

respectfully stop calling me a dog

is very scepticle

and when unsurprisingly you get along great with Vincent he's also a bit jelly

what he finds out your a demon his first reaction is

"BrOER-"

like he wants to protect Vincent and you both have to calm his ass down

you explain to him how you are not a threat

he only really believes you when you protect him and Vince from another demon

and when you tell them you did it because they feel like family to you he start falling for you

would not admit it but really likes your style

thinks the kimono with the asanoha is ✨artistic✨

"Don't be silly Hondje of course you didn't surprise me, I always knew you where a little street dog, always getting into fights"

sIR....

Vincent

sweet angel

since you're both caring sweet and cute you get along instantly

you end up telling his yourself

bc how could you not trust someone like him

and he never thinks any less of you

when you save him he's so much more amazed by you

doesn't even have to ask if you'd eat a person or no he just knows the answer

he asks if you want to talk about your transformation experience and offers to talk about his

really wants to paint you

actually sketched out a drawing of your demon form

"Look, don't you look beautiful here, would you mind helping me out while I paint this?'

Mozart

he's a little weirded out at first

I mean you look like a child

you stutter and sometimes speak muffled by the bamboo thing in your mouth

he thinks you have the brainpower of a child

but you are no child

so he just pretends he doesn't care and sneakily observes

when he finds out he's actually a little scared

he finds out about your eating habits or rather lack thereof from Comte

and then he calm down

when you save his ass is is amazed and humble

what and powerful being you are

once he's off his high horse he stats noticing things

like how even if you look small you are kind and actually rather adorable

"Oh well, i suppose I could let you listed, you look to cute meine liebe"

Napoleon

get ready to be instantly adopted

he's like: big brother mode activated

but as you get to know each other it stops being big brother mode and rather oh shit I have a crush on this curious being mode

He finds out bc you tell him, and while you're at it you also tell him you don't plan on using anyones bones as toothpicks when you're done with them

and he's like:

ok...can we cuddle now?

let's be real, he does not care

especially since you are not a danger to others

when you save him he's like

cute ANd powerful

a true queen

he fully respects you and thinks you are amazing

sometimes accidentally treats you like a child, but it's never with the intention of hurting you

he just thinks you're really cute with that pink kimono and mouthpiece

"Nunuche, don't play around now, it's time to go to bed."

Dazai

im sorry did someone order one sad writer?

someone give him a hug

he thinks you are the most fascinating little thing

the kimono and haori have him literally dead

he thinks it looks beautiful on you

though he first notices all the little things

like how you pay attention to others

how you sometimes stutter when you speak

and then he finds out you're a demon and he's like

nope not possible

so casually asks you

and you confirm it and now he's actually not as confused as he thought he's be

like now the eyes make sense

when you tell him about how you don't eat people he smiles at you

"I never though my Toshiko-san was capable of such an act in the first place

when he sees your demon form he blow away

he has a whole lot more of respect for you now

he thinks you truly are amazing

Jean

not sure he'd take the news well

like he hears demon and is like

imma just get the holly water, Comte i did not sign up for him

but this changes when you save him

he's floored, amazed and has so much respect for you now

he actually starts seeing you as a person and starts noticing things about you

he's still hesitant but he starts to open up

he ends up being really sweet and shy about the whole situation, since it's so new

is still afraid that he'll hurt or taint you and needs reassurance that he is worthy of you

"Y/n...I cannot express how grateful I am for everything you've done"

Sebastian

forehead flicking demon butler

just accepts it

oh this cute girl is a demon, ok, proceed, nono really, continue

he's seen enough ok he doesn't care anymore

when you save him and he sees your demon for all he can do is chuckle

"Never though I'd be saved by such a cute girl like you"

he's honestly very sweet and respectful

minus the forehead flicks

is relieved that you don't eat human because now he can relax knowing he's off the menu

And that's all bc I'm sure that is all the bs you can take. I'm very sorry if this is not what you where thinking of but I hope you enjoyed it^^

See you in the next one

~Lia

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y4h3l1n · 3 months

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No hay contenido de Ikemen Vampire en español, tendre que hacerlo yo...

Y si por las dudas, no, no se mucho inglés y me la paso en traductor en el juego, y también viendo otras publicaciones en el navegador para que se traduzca automáticamente.

Además soy MUY timida, me da mucha pena hablar con otros jugadores de Ikemvamp, por el traductor y se que no es 100% fiable.

Pero no pierdo nada intentando no?....

Así que podría traducirlo.

MANNN

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fang-and-feather · 3 months

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Ikemen Vampire - Leonardo x Reader

Words: 1,042

Summary: A break on a cold day, before tackling the big task of cleaning the library, in your boyfriend’s arms, cozy under your favorite blanket, was just what you needed. You didn't expect taking the "warming up" that far. Not that you were complaining.

Rating: Explicit/NSFW

Tags: Semi-Public Sex, Non-Penetrative Sex

For Week V of Ikemen Prompts at @ikemenprompts, prompt(s): Library and Sweet & Spicy Wintertime hosted by @xxsycamore, prompt(s): Touching under the blanket and favorite blanket

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You loved Leonardo, but sometimes he was just exasperating.

You shouldn’t be surprised to find him sleeping on the library’s floor. What should have been a high stack of books was now tumbled to the floor beside him, others open around.

But finding him in random spots like this hadn’t been so common during winter. It almost looked like he had better sense for once.

Of course he didn’t, and before you was the proof. As if you needed one.

Sighing, you gathered all the books and set them aside, before returning to his room and grabbing a blanket.

“You really should sleep in your room, you know?” You chuckled, kissing his forehead as you adjusted the blanket over him. “Not that you care. But for me, seeing you this vulnerable makes me want to take advantage of you.”

You leaned in to kiss him, but before you could, Leonardo opened his eyes a crack, giving you his usual smile.

“Then why don’t you, cara mia?” He asked, his husky, sleepy voice making you shiver.

The blanket fell aside as he reached for you, tugging on your arm, making you tumble forward, right into his embrace, before he threw the blanket over both of your bodies.

“Leonardo! I have to get back to work.” You finally managed to protest, trying to push yourself to stand up and leave, but he wrapped an arm loosely around your waist.

“Well, I think it’s about time you get a break. You work too hard, sometimes.”

“I’m not working too hard. And you were only pretending to be sleeping?”

“No. I woke up to the around of your sweet voice saying such naughty things.” He caressed your lips with a thumb. “And you’re cold. That’s enough reason for you to take a break. We don’t want you getting sick, do we?”

He turned you around so you were sitting on his lap and adjusted the blanket to keep both of you warm.

You gave in then. A break was just what you needed. In your boyfriend’s arms, cozy under your favorite blanket. Maybe a quick nap. You should have known that last part was out of question now that Leonardo was awake.

Instead, what you got was a hand groping you while the other hugged you to him.

“Leonardo. Here’s not the place for this.” You tried to protest. But it sounded unconvincing even to you. “Anyone could walk in.”

“No one will come here when they know you will be cleaning.”

“Sebastian could.”

“I think he’ll be a little too busy with you being here to supervise.” Like always, you couldn’t argue with him. Leonardo had already thought of everything. “Besides,” he added, teeth grazing the tip of your ear, “no one would even notice, as long as you stay quiet.”

Easy for him to say when you were the one who had him nibbling on your ear, as well as a pair of hands sneaking under your clothes, one cupping a breast, and the other tracing patterns on your thig.

You had to bite back a moan when he pinched your nipple, and a whimper still escaped when he rubbed over your clit with the heel of the other hand.

Despite his words, Leonardo seemed intent on making you anything but quiet.

“Seems like you’re warm already, cara mia. Do you want to stop?”

He was such a bastard sometimes! He started this, and he already knew your answer. In any other place you would have attempted to take over. Turn the tables on him. But here you just wanted this to be quick.

Didn’t mean you wouldn’t do something later.

“I want you to stop teasing me already.” You reached back with both arms and tangled your hands on his hair, pulling his head closer to your neck.

Sometimes you had such an urge to have him bite you, despite knowing he wouldn’t. What you got was him sucking on your skin, leaving marks you probably would have some difficulty hiding. Which you wouldn’t mind if they hadn’t been made while you should be working.

His hand on your breast moved down, light touches tickling your skin, making you squirm, while the other hand finally pushed your underwear out of the way, fingers making direct contact with your clit, then slipped down to tease your entrance before moving back up again.

“You’re so wet already. Is it just me, or does the risk of getting caught excites you?”

You couldn’t contain your moans for long, as his hands explored more of you, making every inch of skin tingle and burn. A louder whimper came out when his hand moved down your other thig, and an even louder moan when it moved back up, fingers twisting your clit lightly.

“That’s it, cara mia. Let yourself go. Think of nothing but me, and let me hear you.”

Your grip on him tightened as he brought you to your climax, his hands still teasing you until it subsided and your body went limp.

“Good girl.” Leonardo adjusted your position and the now-messed-up blanket to cuddle you to his chest and keep you warm. Not that the heat between you was cooling down already. “It feels better now, doesn’t it? Rest a little, and you can get back to work a little warmer.” He kissed your forehead.

From searing hot to sweetly warm. The shift would feel strange coming from anyone else, but with Leonardo, you just accepted it and snuggled into his chest.

“What about you?”

You could feel how wound up he was, and it was only right you helped a little. You weren’t so tired that you couldn’t.

“As much as I would love your help, if I get started now, I’m not going to let you go for the rest of the day.” He chuckled, kissing you. “I’ll get my books and go back to my room when you go back to work. Maybe take a bath. But if you find me sleeping again, I wouldn’t mind you ‘taking advantage’” Leonardo winked at you, making you blush.

You knew if you found him sleeping in his room for once, it would be on purpose, but that wouldn’t keep you from doing just that.

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whatever-fanfics · 6 months

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I’m most likely going to separate this into 2 parts for the act 2 gang because I can’t add anymore choices

I will also create a tag list so please comment below if you want to be tagged

❤️❤️❤️

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natimiles · 1 month

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Lazy morning with Sebastian

Words: 531

Tags: scenario; morning cuddles; fluffy; calling Sebastian by his real name; no pronouns specified for reader; established relationship.

You wake up to a light sensation of warmth against your skin — on your forehead, your shoulders, your cheeks, your nose...

With a furrowed brow and a low grumble, you turn around, faintly hearing a chuckle surrounding you. The soft touches now trace along your shoulder blades, your nape, and under your ear… They’re accompanied by a gentle voice calling out to you. You try to open your eyes, but they feel heavy.

Once more, you feel a delicate touch, different from before. It slowly drags up your arm, halting at your shoulder, and you sense a tender squeeze accompanied by a murmur against your ear, coaxing you away from the land of dreams.

Fighting harder, you finally flutter your eyes open. You notice Sebastian’s shadow in your peripheral vision, his head hovering above you as he peers down at your face.

“Good morning,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Oh, so that was the feeling.

You want more.

He chuckles lightly, his fingertips now tracing the contours of your face.

“I would love to give you more, but it’s time to get up,” he murmurs gently.

“Mmm?” You hum, your voice still husky and heavy with sleep. “Did I say that aloud?” You frown.

“You did,” he remarks, amused. “Now, come on.”

He sits up and moves away slightly, just enough for you to miss his warmth.

“Don’t wanna,” you whine, clinging to his arm, attempting to coax him back to lie down.

He sighs, though a soft laugh lingers beneath it. “Must I remind you that we need to work today?”

“Akihiko, please,” you pout, tugging on his arm.

He obliges. After all, how could he not when you call his name so softly? You turn back around to face him, allowing him to properly wrap his arms around you, and sigh happily as you feel him so close.

“Five more minutes,” he says, playfully flicking your forehead.

You gasp in shock, opening your eyes to meet his, finding a loving gaze looking back at you.

“I think I deserve ten minutes after that uncalled flick,” you pout again.

“Alright,” he concedes with a gentle smile.

His hand slides to the back of your head, pulling you closer to him so he can kiss your pout. Sebastian maintains his grip, using it to draw your face gently against his chest, while he rests his chin on your head. Your legs intertwine, and your bodies instantly relax in each other’s arms.

“But ten minutes is our limit, or we’ll be late,” he warns.

You nod enthusiastically and kiss his collarbone right in front of your face.

He feels your breath against his skin steady, and he knows you’re already fast asleep. He isn’t really sleepy, but there’s something about being able to stay a few lazy minutes enjoying your presence in bed.

Your warmth, your love, makes him seriously consider staying in bed the whole morning with you. However, he makes a huge effort to wake you up again after the ten minutes are over.

You wouldn’t know, but he actually gave you a few extra minutes just to admire your sleepy and peaceful face a little longer.

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alby-rei · 1 month

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Comte's Ghost Mansion (IkeVamp; Luigi's Mansion AU) Part 1

a/n: Heavily (more like, entirely) inspired by @scummy-writes's playthrough of Luigi's Mansion. 'Twas a lot of fun merging the wackiness of that game with the IkeVamp universe! Multiple parts have already been written, to varying degrees of polish, so I'll be posting them on a schedule (Tentatively, one part per week). Without further ado, Enjoyyy ✨

Tags: Humor, Crack treated seriously, Luigi's Mansion AU, Spooky scary spectral vampires, Ghostbuster MC Word Count: 1000 words Characters: You, Sebastian, Comte (mentioned) Next: Part 2

~*~

You woke up in a dark endless abyss with a headache.

"Where...am I?"

You were not sure how long you were out for, but it must have been a long time.

Last you remembered, you were walking around the Louvre museum in the daytime. A handsome man in a three-piece tailored suit had graciously retrieved your earring from the ground, only to drop and forgot his own handkerchief.

You, wanting nothing more than to return the favor, sought to return it to him. Your quest led you to a secluded section of the museum, barren of any foot traffic, and past a set of large double doors that appeared, at the time, as part of the museum experience.

In hindsight, the dwindling number of visitors around you should have alerted you to think otherwise.

Lightning flashed and the hallway blinked in view, like a snapshot captured with a camera shutter. Thunder cracked once, twice, forcing you out of memory lane and back into the present.

In the split-second that you saw the hallway, a line of tall arched windows stood to your left and closed wooden doors to your right. A high-backed chair was stationed between each door, and a framed picture hung above it. A wall blocked the path at one end and extended into darkness in the other. So, not an endless abyss. But it was not the Louvre museum, either.

Slowly, hesitantly, you took a step forward, and another, and then another, keeping your eyes peeled for any signs of an exit. A door creaked nearby.

You scrambled to hide behind the nearest curtains, but you were caught by two firm hands. Your heart lurched in your throat. You turned around to face your assailant, and a second round of lightning gave you a chance to get a good look. It was a young man with grayish hair swept to one side, his eyes narrow and inquisitive.

"Who are you, and how did you get in here?" He asked, though he did not wait for a response. "Doesn't matter, let's get you out before the others notice."

You followed him through the maze of hallways, each turn taking you down an identical path. It was a wonder that your guide could tell heads from tails in the darkness.

"Watch your step," he called out as the two of you descended a set of grand stairs.

Just when you thought you reached the bottom, you were met with more stairs. Blood pumped in your ears as you focused on getting out of here, one step at a time. You sighed in relief when the first sliver of light peeked through the grand double doors at the opposite end of what, you assumed, was the foyer.

Once outside, you gawked at the building you just escaped. It was a three-story mansion. Grapevines crept around and across the walls and into some open windows. Dark clouds loomed over the estate, but the rain died down into a drizzle.

"Don't fall behind, now!" Your guide called out from the garden up ahead. Rather than continue straight ahead and out the gate, he took a turn going behind the mansion. You stared at the open gate, contemplating your chance of survival. Feeling unsafe venturing out into the unknown, you kept up pace with him along a narrow cobblestone path.

He stopped abruptly, causing you to bump into his back, and asked, "Where did you say you were from?"

You huffed and said, "If you would've let me speak the first time..." You explained your situation to him, and he furrowed his brows. You then barraged him with your own set of questions. Rather than answer any of them, he turned on his heel and talked on the way.

He introduced himself as Sebastian. He woke up in a similar way to what you had described a few years prior.

“I’m sorry, did you say years?” You gaped. What hope did you have of returning home if he had not done so yet?

He continued. "I came face to face with the head of this mansion, a French nobleman who goes by the title, Le Comte de Saint-Germain. He gave me an offer I could not refuse, and so I serve the mansion as its butler."

He stopped in front of a quaint wooden garden shack.

Facing you, he wore a wry smile as he said, "I would like to consider myself lucky, as I haven't seen another human in quite some time. But you, I'm afraid, are out of luck to end up here."

Your eyes shifted. "What do you mean by that?"

"Wait here."

He ducked inside and came out with a backpack that looked an awful lot like a vacuum cleaner. The vacuum tube in his hands only further confirmed your suspicions.

He reminded you of a ghostbuster.

"Unfortunately, I don't know how to get you home. But what I can offer is a means to defend yourself for the night.

"Defend myself?" You echoed. "Against what?"

That was how you ended up back inside the mansion, carrying Sebastian's 'Poltergust 1899' (as he proudly called it) on your back, alongside an oil lamp in hand and an item pouch around your shoulder.

What’s the pouch for? You may be wondering.

After much debate with the butler, you agreed to retrieve "items of interest" for him if he promised to investigate a means of getting you back home. His final remark was to avoid disturbing the mansion's esteemed residents and, contrarily, to report back any interesting behavior you encounter, seemingly of said residents.

The main entrance door creaked open. The mansion's foyer was bedecked with a carpeted floor that stretched up its wide central staircase. White Ionic columns lined the sides. At the top of the stairs, bright moonlight shone through, enveloping the room in a bluish hue.

The door slamming shut behind you pulled your flighty spirit back into its boney prison. Several voices murmured behind the walls.

You caught some of their words, or so you believed.

"A guest?"

"They returned!"

"Oh dear."

"How delightful."

"Go away."

You wished you didn't.

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klutzyroses · 6 months

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Pirate's Revenge

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Francis Drake x Fem!Reader

Day 11- Frottage/"Don’t play innocent now. I know you want this"

Tags: Female reader, NSFW, dry humping, cheeky reader, bondage, light dom/sub dynamic, BrattySub!Reader, CunningDom!Drake

Summary: Just because she thought he was at a disadvantage, didn't mean she had the advantage. There's only so much you can do before a pirate takes his revenge. Especially if he isn't as vulnerable as he seems. Inspired by the Chapter 1-3 of Drake's route.

Word Count: 3139

Thoughts: In bold, Y/N: Your Name

Part of Visions of Temptation event by @xxsycamore

Minors DNI!!

"Heh...Little fawn, I’m going to get you for this."

Y/N felt a pleasant chill down her spine when she heard the sailor's lewd threat, giving him a sweet smile in return as she ground her hips against his in response. A few hours ago, if she had been told she would be stripped down to her underwear, humping the famous pirate, Francis Drake while he was tied to a chair...she would've laughed.

But...here she was.

~⚓️

When the man had come through the door like a hurricane and held her at knifepoint, she had mostly been consumed by the terror of suddenly being threatened with a knife by a complete stranger in her own home. A very handsome stranger, now that she had looked at him at a safer distance. But a stranger nonetheless, a rather dangerous one, considering he seemed to match Napoleon in combat which...both unnerved and intrigued her a bit. Even as he was tied down and surrounded by the residents, he didn't even seem to bat an eye. He remained completely at ease, or at least seemed to, even laughing in humor at his situation. He wasn't afraid of them. In the slightest.

When it was confirmed that he indeed was Francis Drake by both Sebastian and Shakespeare, the tension eased by a minute degree, only to pick right back up when she, out of compassion for the seemingly lost pirate, had made the suggestion that he remained at the mansion for the time being. It was met with skepticism, which…was reasonable all things considered.

“Are you crazy? He attacked us out of nowhere and you want him to stay here?” was the incredulous question posed by Mozart and the pretty lady had to fight hard, very hard not to roll her eyes to the sky and retort to him, but she held her tongue, choosing to be patient.

‘No, he attacked me and he apologized already, but alright…’ With that curt thought shoved to the back of her mind, she turned to Comte.

“If you’re worried about him being a threat, why don’t I stay back and question him one on one?” As she expected, all eyes fell on her, mostly a mix of surprise, concern or incredulity.

“Y/N, is that wise?” An uncertain Comte responded, his golden eyes slightly narrowed as they peered at her with worry. She felt warmed by his concern, but she was partially doing this for a selfish reason. She did want to learn a bit more about this man herself, partially out of interest but also because she was actually concerned if he was trustworthy and as she was the one to suggest he stayed, she should take responsibility. Though…she wasn’t about to tell anyone in this room that she just wanted a bit of time alone with the gorgeous stranger who seemed to have no fear in the world.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be okay. I’m the one who made the suggestion, so I should deal with him. It’s probably better, it might be more comfortable for him to answer truthfully if he isn’t surrounded by intimidating vampire men.” She smiled reassuringly, her eyes flickering over to the man in question, whose aqua gaze had not left her since she started speaking, “A woman’s touch is more convincing than scrutiny sometimes, don’t you think?”

“You have a point but..” Napoleon’s viridian eyes crackled with dismay. She could tell nobody in the room was entirely comfortable with that idea. She wanted to be annoyed but she couldn't help but feel touched that they were so concerned about her.

“If it’ll make you feel better, I’ll keep him restrained until I’m sure he can be trusted. And if anything goes wrong…” She meets the gaze of the pirate, to see he is still watching her with a rather…cryptic look on his face. She hadn’t the slightest idea what he was thinking and she couldn’t recall anyone ever looking at her with such ambiguous intensity. It made her feel…some kind of way.

“...well I’ll just scream up a storm.”

~⚓️

“You’re pretty brave, little fawn, interrogating me all by yourself.” Were the first words out of Drake as soon as they were alone, said with a cheerful, breezy smile. She turned to him, considering her words briefly before answering him.

“Well, like I said before, I have to take responsibility for you staying here since it was my idea.” She felt a bit nervous now. What could she possibly ask that he hadn’t already been asked? This was an ill thought out plan and now she was waffling. Not that she would let him see that. His aquamarine eyes narrowed playfully at her as his lips curved into a smile.

“Hehe, don’t look so nervous. I already promised not to hurt you.” He was the one tied up and yet was still acting as if he could do something to her. He was a brazen man, this one. But oddly, she wasn’t offended, just…attracted to it? Strangely enough, she was attracted to how bold and unafraid he was. There was something alluring about it, something magnetic calling to her.

“Are you mocking me, Sir Drake?”

“Not at all.”

“Good because…I could easily torture you for answers instead of asking nicely.” A more or less empty threat, but she simply wanted to see if that would instil even a little apprehension in him.

“Torture me, huh? A nice, pretty girl like you? That’ll be the day.” It did not. The smirk starting to form on Drake’s face made sure she knew that. For a moment, her mind went blank when saw him smirk at her and she prayed that he could not tell her thighs were squeezing together beneath her long dress. How was she being toyed with like this? She was the interrogator here!

“You think I’m pretty?” Her questions earns her a tilted head and a slightly wide eyed, confused look from the “captive”.

“Eh? Isn’t it obvious? You’re gorgeous. Why do you think those guys didn’t want to leave you with me?” He didn’t seem like he was teasing her then, he seemed genuinely confused by her question. Y/N felt her cheeks heat up as she cleared her throat.

'Hskerinfiuridhi…' Was her predominant thought as she composed herself and tried to muster a stern face.

“Well this gorgeous girl is fully capable of torturing you to get information, so be careful!”

“Oh yeah? How?” Oh dear. He expected an answer. She couldn’t bring herself to hit him or cause him any pain for the sake of prying information from him. She would have just asked him directly without force but now, she was forced to come up with something and her pride would not allow her to back down, now that she had already opened her mouth. As they say, pride before the fall. She may as well fall with style.

“Are you sure you want to know?” A weak, pitiful attempt at buying time, she knew it, and she knew that he knew it from the way his smile deepened.

“Yeah, I’m curious. Go ahead and torture me, little fawn.” She wanted to whimper. But an idea sparked within her. He had called her gorgeous. She remembered what she said to Comte.

You’re gorgeous…A woman’s touch is more convincing…

'What if..' This was ludicrous. Beyond embarrassing. So overboard, so reckless. Just to save her pride from being wounded. Okay, she was a little attracted to the fearless pirate, but this was…

“Well, little fawn?” His smirk read, ‘your move.’ as clear as day. Well then...

She pouted slightly, facing him defiantly and reaching for the front of her dress as she unbuttons it. She hesitated for a moment but the sight of Drake’s eyes widening gave her a sliver of satisfaction that pushed her forward. She smiled seductively at him as she uttered her declaration.

“I’m going to torture you with my body.”

“...Huh?” Her thoughts exactly. If she wasn’t screaming with embarrassment on the inside, she’d have laughed at the comically dumbfounded look on Drake’s face. Before she could talk herself out of it, her dress slid down her body, the sailor’s eyes following it as it hit the floor and pooled around her feet. She stepped out of her shoes and ambled over to him, in nothing more than her underwear before sitting herself down on his lap slowly. Summoning courage from the fountain of confidence she didn’t know she had, she moved one leg over his knee, straddling him snugly, placing her hand over his shoulder, the other on her own thigh for balance. She peered down into his face.

“I’m going to torture you with my body. You asked for it, right? Ask and you’ll receive.” She simpered at him, walking her fingers up his torso before she got the opening of his shirt where his chest was partially exposed and drew circles on it teasingly. After a few more seconds of being stunned, Drake’s face cooled to that same inscrutable look he had earlier. His eyes seemed to sharpen to a degree that sent many, many shivers down her spine. Suddenly, she wondered who the prey really was in the situation. It was both very unsettling, but very arousing at the same time.

“Giving your body to a guy you don’t know? You’re reckless, little fawn.” Very reckless, but she’d gotten this far, no point backing out. Her ego would never allow it. That and…well she had to admit this was thrilling. Liberating. To throw caution to the wind completely to allow herself this stolen moment of pleasure with an attractive, audacious pirate…there was no feeling like it. It was as if his boldness had rubbed off on her already.

“Maybe, but it’s my body, so I decide who I give it to.” She aligns her hips with his, consciously aware of how broad he was in comparison to her smaller form. A flash of something lights across those beautiful aqua eyes as a smirk makes his way across his face. She had to wonder if he knew how wet she was for him already.

“You’re a feisty girl. And pretty honest about your desires. I like it.” She resisted a shiver at that, and instead opted to respond by rolling her hips into his, holding her reaction to the shock of pleasure firing through her body from the friction.

“Then we’ll see how much you like my torture.”

Which explained the current situation. Y/N continued to grind on Drake, the friction driving both of them wild. She held back a whine when her wetness met his erection for the umpteenth time. Try as she might, it was difficult to feign control and indifference when it felt so good. What helped though was the flush spread across Drake’s pale face and the lustful frown he had accompanying it, his chest heaving slightly as his eyes gleamed with desire. Desire for her. She throbbed at the thought of getting him off this way, though it would be…interesting to explain to the others why their future new inhabitant was soaked from the waist down. Still a fun thought though. The real challenge, however, was appearing unaffected. She was supposed to be torturing him, but frankly, she had begun to forget what she was supposed to be doing originally. She was probably in a worse state than he was, she wouldn’t be surprised if she got off him and found a wet stain on him where she had just been. To distract herself, she ran her fingers through his silver hair and pressed a meaningful kiss to his cheek.

“My, Sir Drake, you seem flustered. Whatever is the matter?” She teased, feeling a wave of power when his arms twitch behind his back. He wanted to touch her, he wanted to touch her bad, but obviously couldn’t. She revelled in his groan, though unsure if it was lust or frustration or maybe both, when she once again deprived him of release at the last moment for the 3rd time in a row.

“Fawn…” His displeased mutter sounds against her skin as she kisses his cheek yet again, giggling enticingly into his ear.

“Frustrated about something? Sir Drake, I can’t possibly imagine what has you so disappointed?” Her little jab at him earns her a slight glare promising retribution.

“Don’t get too cheeky, little fawn. I’ll get you back if you get ahead of yourself.” A warning she had the feeling she should be taking seriously. However, he was tied up wasn’t he? It wasn’t like he could do anything to her. Even if she wanted him to touch her just as badly as he did. She was curious to know what he would do to her if she untied him right that moment.

“Get back at me, you can’t even move your hands to touch me.”

“But you want me to, right?” She blinked, taken aback by his blunt retort. Did he see through her? He suddenly smiled at her sharply, his eyes glinting with that dangerous glow that turned her on in ways she thought impossible.

“Huh..?”

“Don’t play innocent now. I know you want this.” He shifted a bit, causing her to slide against his cock, making both shiver at once.

“How would you know what I want, Sir Drake?” A meek challenge, an attempt to remain in control, futile as she knew it was. She had the feeling she was in the palm of his hand at that moment and he couldn’t even use his hands!

“You’re soaking, little fawn, and I can feel you throbbing on me. Not to mention, your cute face is telling me everything. This isn’t just torture for me.” He teasingly rolled his hips against hers once, smirking wider when he felt her grip on his shoulder tighten as she whimpered slightly.

“It’s torture for you too.”

“Ahh...Sir Drake...”

“Heh...So you do want it. You really are so cute.” She just barely had time to process that before he claimed her lips in a kiss that had her melting within moments. She coiled her arms around his neck, her fingers in his hair as they rocked together to increase the friction to ecstasy inducing heights. The dining room was filled with sounds of kissing, moaning, panting and naughty whispering as Y/N felt her climax creeping on her, causing her to arch into Drake. She could feel it just around the corner, about to send her over the edge and…was that a hand on her thigh?

She pulled back from his lips in surprise as she looked down and indeed, a large pale hand had clasped around her thigh, holding her closer to Drake. Her wide eyes followed the appendage up an arm that indeed was attached to…

“How did you-?!”

“Don’t underestimate pirates, little fawn. That knot was pretty tough…” His other hand came up from behind his back to rest on the curve of her backside. His smile was downright wicked at this point. ”...But I’m tougher.”

She gaped at him, both in awe and a little scared silly. And yes, turned on, more than she already had been. But she was not prepared for what he said next.

“I actually got free a little while back. I just didn't say anything. Just to see how far you’d take this.” His casual admission nearly made her mouth fall open.

“Why did you-?”

“Because it was fun. You really are something, you know, Y/N? Also…” She gasped when she felt his fingers brush aside her panties, brushing his knuckles against her wet entrance, finding her clit and rubbing it gently. At first.

”...I told you, I would get you, right? Its payback time, little fawn.”

The crafty, mischievous, conniving-

“Ahh, mmm…!” She moaned out when his fingers increased the fierce rubbing on her clit.

…Sexy, bold pirate had her wrapped around his finger…quite literally actually as her folds went slick against his venturing hand. She would say the tables had turned…but to be honest, it seemed like he had always been ahead of her, from the beginning. Not that she could even mind, apart from the mild worry that she may not be able to walk straight by the end of the night.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Y…Yes?”

“I’d really love to make you ‘scream up a storm’, but those guys will come barging in if you make too much noise.” He tilted his head, a lock of silver hair falling into his face. “So, I’ll have to make it quick and get you cumming…maybe three or four times?” He seemed to actually be contemplating how many times he would bring her over the edge as if he was choosing what dessert he wanted. Y/N’s eyes widened as she felt a rush of excitement and arousal…although, she did like walking. And she had a feeling he had every intention of taking that away from her.

“Erm…Sir Drake?” His eyes met hers as his fingers paused from pleasing her between her legs at her slightly timid hesitation. She gave him a nervous laugh as she fiddled absently with his ponytail.

“Is there maybe a chance you could let this slide? I think you can be trusted now, meaning you can stay so…uh, you can just let me go…right?” She tried half hopefully.

“...” His grip on her hips tightened as he gave her a deadpan look.

…Yeah okay. She didn’t think so. She couldn’t pretend that she wouldn’t have been disappointed if he had let her go though. Walking straight was overrated anyway.

~⚓️

Napoleon blinked, looking dumbfounded as the pretty Y/N emerged from the dining room, disheveled, flushed and…limping and stumbling all over the place. The look on Comte’s face mirrored his own.

“Y/N, what-”

“He’s trustworthy, let him stay.”

“But-”

“Please.” Comte and Napoleon shared a look before the master of the house acquiesced to her plea.

“Thank you. Now, if you would excuse me, gentlemen, I need to go and…um, lie down. I’m a bit tired. Goodnight.” Her voice strained slightly as she wobbled her way down the hall, using the wall for support.

Six. Six whole orgasms. Two for Drake, four for her. She knew she would sleep like a baby as soon as she made contact with her bed. They say orgasms, especially several consecutive ones, make for a good sleeping drug. That had some truth to it, if her drowsiness was any indication. That said, she would have to make a note to keep her panties in her line of sight around Francis Drake, seeing as the ones she had been wearing were no longer on her person, but rather, they were in the possession of a fearless pirate...

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gunraekae · 6 months

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a day in the mansion for you

>ikemen vampire

>mansion residents x reader

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

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

Napoleon

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

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

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

Part of your morning rounds: you wake him up

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

Arthur

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

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

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

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

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

Leonardo

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

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

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

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

Jean

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

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

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

Joins the residents in meals because of you

Listens to Mozart’s pieces with you

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

Vincent

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

Invites you to a picnic with Theo

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

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

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

Comte

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

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

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

Part of your afternoon rounds: you have tea with him

Dazai

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

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

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

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

Theo

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

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

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

Part of coffee addicts: likes your experimental sweet lattes

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

Isaac

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

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

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

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

Mozart

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

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

Part of coffee addicts: crawls to get coffee from you

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

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

Shakespeare

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

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

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

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

Vlad

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

General HCs for All!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Isaac buys you a hairclip he thinks looks darling on you

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

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

Comte… do I even need to say anything

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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