#ikevamp count of saint germain | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

art-of-love-and-war · 10 months

Note

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

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

[୨୧] — Arthur Conan Doyle

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

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

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

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

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

[୨୧] — Comte De Saint Germain

He is a wonderful and understanding man.

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

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

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

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

[୨୧] — Isaac Newton

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[୨୧] — Leonardo Da Vinci

ADHD?

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

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

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

That’s funny, but no.

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

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

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

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

He enjoys…, grounding you, lets say.

86 notes · View notes

cherryxblossxms · 7 months

Note

Y, O, I for the NSFW ABC prompts for ikevamp Comte and Sebastian, please

Sure thing, nonnie! I'm always happy to give these two some love ❤️

Comte de Saint Germain

I for Imagination (What do they fantasize about?)

I answered that one here!

O for Oral (Giving or receiving? Why?)

This man is all about giving. Not that he doesn't go crazy when you decide to pleasure him, but he is a pleasure dom first and foremost. Your satisfaction is like a drug to him, nothing makes him happier than to have you writhing on his tongue, crying out his name as your thighs squeeze his head. He's addicted to the taste and feel of you, getting your sweet nectar on his tongue and feeling the way you twitch and pulse as he swirls his tongue around in torturous patterns. He's relentless, his vampire stamina almost dangerous, because it means he's ready to spend all night pleasing you with his tongue and not having to worry about catching his breath. And his vampire strength helps him hold down any flailing limbs, keeping you captive until he's totally satisfied.

Y for Yummy (How would they involve food/drinks?)

Comte would love to incorporate alcohol, likely champagne. He wouldn't mind just having it poured over your (or his, or both) body as is, uncaring of the wetness or sticky mess that it will leave, as he traces every rivulet with his tongue up and down your body. He knows his tongue is skilled and it let's him tease you and taste you all at once, getting the buzzy heat from the alcohol as he gets drunk in more ways than one. If he learns about jello body shots, good luck.

He's also very into the idea of aphrodisiacs, both foods that are supposedly natural aphrodisiacs such as oysters, figs, and chili peppers, as well as aphrodisiacs put into foods, such as some special chocolates or elixirs that can be mixed. He'll create a truly special plate of varying items to see what works best, what you enjoy the most or gets the most response from your body.

Sebastian

I for Imagination (What do they fantasize about?)

Sebastian admittedly fantasizes about fucking you in public areas. He can be very jealous, so truthfully, he'd never want to actually be caught, both due to the shame he'd feel as the butler but also because he doesn't want anyone else to see you in the throes of pleasure. But it doesn't stop him from picturing you bent over the dining table or the kitchen counter as he pounds into you from behind. Or maybe he'd be trailing his fingers along your sex as you try to wash the dishes, make it a game and see if you break any dishes, or how many dishes you manage to wash before you're begging for relief.

On rare occasion, he's imagined fucking you over Comte's desk, too, making a mess of the papers and making the room steamy. He wondered if the good Count would catch on to what happened later, his desk in disarray. And on even rarer occasion, he's admittedly imagined having a threesome with you and Comte. Moreso Napoleon pops into his thoughts, but he won't get into that.

O for Oral (Giving or receiving? Why?)

Sebastian is honestly for both. He loves giving and receiving in pretty equal measure.

As the butler of the mansion, he's no stranger to waiting on hand and foot for others, taking care of their needs as he saw fit and being the ideal comedic butler of his dreams. He has no difficulty including in sexual needs when it comes to you, especially after a hard day of running around completing errands when he finally has you all to himself. While he's still in uniform, he loves going down on his knees to service you, gloved hands wringing out all your tension and making you putty for him. Nothing gives him better satisfaction than seeing your wobbly smile and knees after he's had you cum at least a couple times.

However, despite wanting to be the ideal butler, Sebastian is still a man with needs of his own. He does love to be on the receiving end of oral a lot, too. After he's been run ragged cleaning up the mansion, cooking and fetching Rouge and Blanc all day, he wouldn't mind being taken care of, for once. It's incredibly satisfying for him to finally get to remove his uniform and just sit back as you pleasure him, to show you how he likes it, the parts of his cock that are most sensitive and how he likes it when you kiss around it, or twist your wrist a certain way as you stroke him.

Y for Yummy (How would they involve food/drinks?)

Sebastian would be similar to Comte. He's less knowledgeable on aphrodisiac foods in comparison, but he knows the big ones such as strawberries and chocolate. He'd love to get melted chocolate on your skin, scoop it up with a fruit and eat it, doing this to each other until you're squirming with need. He can be a tease when he wants to be, he's mastered control very well over the years, and it'd be easy for him to drive you wild with licking and sucking all over you until the chocolate is gone. If you try to do it back to him, though, you will be in for a treat with a very barely-restrained butler beneath you, face bright red and hard as a rock. And since he also manages the baths at the mansion, it'd be easy to wash off the mess in Le Thermae afterwards.

#comte de saint germain #ikevamp sebastian #ikevamp comte #ikemen vampire #ikevamp smut #akihiko satou #ikevamp hcs #spicy minx 🔥#the minx can write ✍️#˗ˏˋ꒰ minx replies ꒱

55 notes · View notes

not-krys · 1 year

Text

2022 Writing Summary

Time again for everyone's favorite post of the year: the Year End Summary!

Lots more writing than last year, so I'm happy for that. Did a few writing challenges this year as well, so that's something I'm proud of.

For previous years summaries, here's 2020's summary and 2021's summary.

And, as always, you can also check out my master list for a full list of my works past and present.

And now, let's crunch some numbers.

---

Posted works to tumblr/ao3: 8

-Start the Day [Ikemen Vampire, Arthur Conan Doyle x Reader]: 221

-Birthday Present [Ikemen Prince, Nokto Klein x Clara Laurent (OC)]: 221

-How Would That Even Work? [Ikemen Sengoku, Mitsuhide Akechi x Preg!Reader]: 755

-The Red Shawl [Ikemen Revolution, Jonah Clemence x Preg!Reader]: 1038

-A Little Tired [Ikemen Prince, Licht Klein x Reader]: 221

-A New Resident [Ikemen Vampire, Comte de Saint Germain x Preg!Reader]: 2157

-Name [Ikemen Prince, Leon Dompteur & Leona Dompteur (OC)]: 1785

-Second Glance part 4 [Ikemen Sengoku, long fic]: 3402

Total Word Count on Published Fanfics: 9,800

Published Headcanons:

-Ikevamp Suitors Help You Get Dressed: 1,549

Total Word Count on Headcanons: 1,549

Published WIPs (That Were Written in 2022): 7

-Second Glance Pt. 4 [Ikemen Sengoku: Nobutaka (OC), Nobukatsu(OC)] :1024

-Clara and Nokto in the Library NSFW [Ikemen Prince, Nokto Klein x Clara Laurent (OC)]: 693

-Silence [Ikemen Series and Obey OCs, Houki, Maddie, Abby, Clara, Miri]: 1992

-Fictober Off Season-You Keep Me Warm [Ikemen Revolution, Lancelot Kingsley x Reader]: 266

-Fictober 2022-You Love This, Don't You? [SLBP, Kojuro Katakura x Reader]: 334

-Fictober 2022-Sounds Like a You Problem [Ikemen Prince, Licht Klein, Nokto Klein x Clara Laurent (OC)]: 405

-Fictober 2022- Leon and Princess Leona snippets [Ikemen Prince, Leon Dompteur & the Fourth Prince]: 707

Total Word Count on Published WIPs: 5,421

Total Creative Works Word Count: 16,770

Essays/Commentary/Asks/Other Writings: 26

-Will I Continue Writing anon: 204

-OC Emoji Ask (Ophelia, Abigail, Miri): 649

-Yet Another Writing Ask: 864

-Artist Asks (anng): 85

-Artist Asks: (Honey): 513

-OC Emoji Asks (Ophelia, Miri): 563

-Artist Asks (Yuu): 200

-Character Bingo (Nobunaga, Hideyoshi, the Mitsus, Vincent, Arthur): 1209

-Put a character in my askbox (Vlad, Faust): 265

-Put a character in my askbox (Diavolo, Mozart, Leon): 554

-Put a character in my askbox (Ieyasu, The Mitsus, Yoshimoto): 1085

-Writer Asks (Chase): 475

-Writer Asks (Lorei): 423

-Writer's Would You Ever (Alby): 219

-Artist Ask Meme (Honey): 464

-Ikemen Tag Game: 2262

-Fanfic Writer Emoji Asks 1.0 (Lorei): 960

-Questions about Creating Your Ocs (Houki, Ophelia, Maddie, Miri): 951

-Questions for Fic Writers (Scummy): 638

-Questions For Fic Writers (Mo): 399

-Weirdly Specific Artists Asks (honey): 474

-Random Numbers Asks (honey): 34

-Random Numbers Asks (anng): 401

-Fanfic Writer Wrapped 2022 (Lorei): 369

-Give Me a Number OC Ask (Honey): 527

-Fanfic Writer Emoji Asks 2.0 (Lorei): 289

Total Word Count on Other Writings: 15,078

Total Word Count for 2022: 31,848

Lots of little things this year, adding up to some big totals.

Thanks for everyone for sticking by me and hope to see you all in the new year!

#writing summary #2022 writing summary #krys's adventures in fanfiction #year end summary #masterlist #ikemen sengoku #ikemen vampire #ikemen revolution #ikemen prince #samurai love ballad party #obey me #krys's babies #ikesen oc #ikevamp oc #ikepri oc #obey me oc

30 notes · View notes

cirilla-fiona-riannon · 2 years

Text

Ikevamp Act 2.5

Chapter 17 Romantic

I'll find Halil's missing sister and clear the suspicion put on their family.

And if Vlad tries to punish the traffickers, I will definitely stop him.

With this determination, we planned our next move.

Comte: "I've identified the showmen, suppliers, and nobles who are deeply involved in the World Fair."

Comte: "I also found traces of some suspicious transactions."

We all look through the bundle of documents that Comte has brought.

Sebastian: "That's a very detailed information. As expected of you, Comte."

Comte: "I've been helping the organizers a bit."

Comte: "Plus, Theo and Will helped me out. They're very open-minded because of their work."

Shakespeare: "Fufu, it was fun listening in with you. Little brother."

Theo: "Tch. You were just covering your favored clients."

Vincent: "I see you two were playing detective together. Thanks for your hard work."

Shakespeare chuckles at Theo as he asks him bitterly to stop.

Arthur: "I also looked into the weird movements of showmen and aristocrats, leading me to a certain black organization."

Putting together what everyone had found out, the showman who brought Halil and his family had ties to a black market group, and Halil's sister, Ulfa, may have been sold to that organization.

Arthur: "In addition to that, I got this information."

Arthur pulled out a letter of invitation.

It was an ominous-looking black envelope with a bright red wax seal.

Mitsuki: "Let's see. On a moonlit night, we will hold our meeting."

Mitsuki: "Does that mean something will happen on the night of the full moon?"

Isaac: "There's some cryptic writing on it that probably indicates a location within Paris."

Arthur: "Mitsuki and Newt are both right on the money. A shady black organization is planning to hold a meeting."

Isaac: "How did you even get an invitation like this, Arthur?"

Arthur: "Hm? Well, I had to sweet-talk a maid who works for an aristocrat and ask her to do all sorts of things."

Isaac: "What do you mean by that?"

Theo: "I guess being a flirty writer in heat can come in handy sometimes."

Arthur: "If you're going to compliment me, you could do a little better than that, Theo."

Arthur: "And Mitsuki, this is just for research. I didn't really hit on her, okay?"

Mitsuki: "Hm? Yeah, sure. It's something you can only do. Good job!"

Arthur: "Wow. You don't even care at all."

As I tilted my head at Arthur's reaction, Comte put his finger to his chin and muttered.

Comte: "Dark gathering, huh? Sometimes, people buy and sell illegally obtained goods, slaves, and perform satanic rituals in those venues."

Sebastian: "Does that mean there's a good chance that Halil's sister will be brought there?"

Shakespeare: "If the nobles are involved, they may be colluding with the police. It's better to move with caution."

Napoleon: "If we call the police, they will escape before we even get there. They'll be on the lookout."

We should probably figure out how to move on from here.

Mitsuki: "I have a plan."

A few days later, on the night of the full moon, we visited the place mentioned in the invitation.

Nobleman: "Oh? If it isn't the Count of Saint Germain? I didn't expect to see you here."

Comte: "I've heard rumors of an intriguing gathering. When you get tired of living out in the open, there's always a lot to be curious about."

Comte: "Mitsuki, you should say hello too."

Mitsuki: "Good day to you. Let's have some fun tonight."

Comte and I linked arms as I lifted my dress lightly and did a curtsy.

Tonight, Comte and I are infiltrating the gathering as invited guests.

(Great. Looks like everyone got into the venue safely.)

I quickly look around and see Mozart playing the piano in the hall.

Jean, on the other hand, is mixed in with the guards deployed for security.

Dazai and Shakespeare also followed us right along as invited guests.

(Leonardo said he would sneak in from the back, but... he'll be fine, right?)

The other members are supposed to stay outside the venue, and if anything goes wrong, they will call the police or help us.

Comte: "Chérie, whatever happens, you have to stay with someone. Is that clear?"

Mitsuki: "Yes. Let's trust everyone that it will work out."

Comte: "Yeah, I believe in them. I have you and everyone.”

I was the one who suggested that we infiltrate the gathering.

Despite their objections, I begged them to let me join the undercover team.

As we were casually conversing, I heard the voices of the invited guests around us.

Guest 1: "I hear tonight's ritual involves a special sacrifice."

Guest 2: "They say it's going to be a child of a foreign tribe."

(Foreign tribe? Are they talking about Ulfa?)

(It looks like the guests are looking forward to the sacrifice thing.)

Apparently, this organization performs human sacrifices under the guise of rituals to pray to the gods.

Dazai: "It looks like an elegant party, but it's actually a horrifying one."

Dazai: "For Vlad, both the organizers of this group and the invited guests are likely to be purged."

Mitsuki: "Will he come tonight?"

Shakespeare: "It would be easy for that man to use his brainwashing powers to obtain information about the gathering."

(If Vlad tries to harm someone, I'll stop him.)

(But I don't know if I can really change his mind even if this whole thing settles down.)

(What can I tell Vlad...?)

Just as I was pondering this, the place started to buzz.

A man who looked like the organizer of the group appeared in the center of the hall and smiled.

Organizer: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this gathering. Tonight is the night of the full moon, a time when the power of the devil rises. Let us drink together!"

As the guests raise their glasses high in unison, a large cloth-covered crate is brought in.

Organizer: "Ladies and gentlemen, here is tonight's sacrifice."

Organizer: "She is the daughter of an aberrant race of vampires―monsters that sip the blood of humans!"

As the organizer signaled the cloth to be removed, a frightened-looking girl appeared trapped in a cage.

(He looks like Halil. That's Ulfa!)

Guest 1: "Oh, so this is the vampire. How dare you deceive us by looking like a human!"

Just the presence of one little girl makes the invited guests weep and lament, filling the air with an odd atmosphere.

Ulfa: "Where am I? H-Help!"

Several hooded men drag the unwilling Ulfa out and force her to lie on a prepared pedestal.

I couldn't help but grab Comte's coat, seeing her being forced like that.

Comte: "Bear with it. It's going to be okay."

Mitsuki: "Okay."

As I watched with bated breath, one of the hooded men took a dagger.

Ulfa: "!!"

Organizer: "Let's now sacrifice this girl and praise our God!"

He raises the dagger above Ulfa's head and lowers it.

(----!)

The next thing I heard was a man moaning.

Hooded man: "Guh!?"

The hooded man next to him squeezes the arm of the man holding the dagger.

Organizer: "H-Hey you, what are you doing!?"

???: "Sacrificing and praising God, you say? More like a satanic ritual to me."

The man who took off his hood was...

Leonardo: "Well, this is as far as you go."

(Leonardo!)

Leonardo drags the man and thrusts the dagger into the floor.

His charming, confident smile is still very encouraging at a time like this.

Comte: "As expected of Leonardo. Just as planned."

Comte: "We'll attract the guards. Will, take care of Mitsuki."

Shakespeare: "Yes. Let your instincts, hidden under a mask of elegance, run wild."

Mitsuki: "Comte, be careful!"

Comte smiled and flipped his coat.

Organizer: "Intruder! Guards, get them!"

The armed guards attack Leonardo while protecting Ulfa behind him.

As he dodged them effortlessly, one guard came up behind him and tried to knock him down.

But Comte knocked him over before he could even land a punch.

Leonardo: "Oh, you're joining in?"

Comte: "Yeah. I can't let you have the floor all to yourself... Right?"

Guard: "Agh!"

While chatting, Comte knocked one of the guards.

Their sudden appearance, standing shoulder to shoulder, without even using weapons, is enough to make the guards flinch.

Comte: "Okay, who's next?"

Leonardo: "Come on, I'll go easy on you."

The two men overwhelmed the guards with their inhuman presence.

While the purebloods show their hidden strength, the invited guests panic and rush toward the entrance.

But the door didn't open, and the pianist, who had just been playing, said these in a cold, icy voice.

Mozart: "Don't even try. By now, my friends waiting outside had probably called the police."

Mozart: "Too bad you're all caught red-handed here."

Guest 1: "Are you one of the intruders? Open the door!"

Dazai: "If the door won't open, why don't you just go out the window?"

Dazai: "I've closed that one too, though. Ahaha."

Dazai laughs as he swings a bundle of keys in his hand.

Mozart: "Looks like it worked. Dazai, when did you get the keys?"

Dazai: "Well, I just borrowed it from one of the vips."

The guests, realizing that there’s no way out, kneel on the spot in horror.

Guest 1: "Damn it! If we get caught like this, it will be the end of my family's reputation."

One of the desperate guests attacked Mozart, but a shadowy figure between them knocked him off his feet.

Jean: "It's not something an aristocrat would do recklessly."

Dazai: "Jeanie, you look so dashing and handsome.”

Mozart: "Dazai, stop talking nonsense, and help me find the other captives."

Dazai: "Got it."

Mozart: "Jean, I'll leave this to you."

After making sure Jean nodded, Mozart and Dazai ran out of the place.

While Leonardo and Comte distracted the guards, Shakespeare and I headed to Ulfa.

Mitsuki: "You're Ulfa, right? Don't worry. We talked to Halil, and we're here to help.”

Ulfa: "My brother is safe? Thank God...!"

Shakespeare: "Napoleon and the others should be waiting outside. Come on, let's hurry."

Mitsuki: "Gotcha!"

Shakespeare picked up Ulfa and ran to the escape route he surveyed beforehand.

As I tried to follow, the organizer behind me shouted angrily.

Organizer: "Our precious sacrifice! Don't think I'll let you leave after ruining our gathering!"

He picked up the fallen dagger and stared at me, sending chills down my spine.

(It's okay. I've got enough distance. If I keep running, I can―)

Mitsuki: "Kyaah!?"

I was in such a hurry that I didn't watch my step.

Seconds after my foot stumbled over a knocked down guard and fell, the man who was closing in on me swung the dagger over my head.

Shakespeare: "Mitsuki!!"

(I can't dodge it!)

The moment I closed my eyes and prepared for the pain, I felt a slight breeze and smelled the scent of roses.

(Right now...)

I opened my eyes fearfully and saw...

Vlad: "..............."

Mitsuki: "Vlad!?"

The sound of swords clashing echoes high in the air.

Jean lets out a small gasp as he knocks down the guards, trying not to hurt them more than necessary.

Jean: "Guh! One after another. Looks like the odds are against us."

The sword's tip closed in on him just as he was thinking of taking up a stance with Comte and Leonardo.

Guard: "I got you, intruder!"

Jean: "----!"

Immediately afterward, however, the guard who attacked him jumped and fell on the spot.

With a syringe in hand, the man behind him looked down at the twitching guard.

Faust: "Looks like the sedative I gave him is a little strong."

Jean: "You―no. I'll thank you later."

They glance at the guards surrounding them and put their backs against each other.

Faust: "There are a lot of guinea pigs here. How would you guys like me to experiment on you? Cutting you up with a scalpel or drugging you?"

Jean: "Hmph. Just don't kill them, Father."

Jean readies his sword again, and Faust pulls out a silver scalpel.

Their piercing look and smile are enough to scare the guards away.

As I looked up from my tumble to the floor, I saw a jet-black cloak and silver hair reflecting the light.

I have no doubt that he showed up to cover for me...

Mitsuki: "Vlad..."

Just then, another figure rushes to my side.

Charles: "Mitsuki, are you hurt?"

Mitsuki: "Charles. I'm fine, but..."

Leonardo & Comte: "Vlad!"

Shakespeare: "My Lord..."

As they all lock gazes, Vlad grabs the organizer's wrist with one hand and grips the blade of the dagger with his other.

The blade dug into his skin, but he didn't even care about the blood trickling down.

Organizer: "Eeek!"

Vlad: "You're using this stuff to glorify God?"

(He's angry.)

His usual soft voice sounds horrifyingly cold.

Vlad, obviously mad, threw down the dagger and immediately grabbed the man by the neck.

Vlad: "What will your God grant you for sacrificing this poor soul?"

Organizer: "Guh! You're hurting me. Let go!"

Vlad: "This world is rotting ugly because of stupid and wicked people like you."

Vlad continues to squeeze the man even tighter.

(He's going to die at this rate!)

Shakespeare: "Wait, my lord."

Leonardo & Comte: "Vlad, stop!"

Vlad: "I don't want flowers that do bad things to this world or humans."

Mitsuki: "Stop, Vlad!"

Previous Part╏Next Part

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp act 2.5 #ikevamp 2.5 #ikevamp jp #ikevamp #ikevamp translations #cybird #ikemen series

62 notes · View notes

ikeromantic · 2 years

Note

Hii, I really enjoy your writing and I’d like to ask if you could do Ikevamp MC being Sebastian’s childhood friend and crush and meeting him again in the mansion after having no contact in years. Thank you.

Alright anon, you got it! It's a little angst and a little fluff. Approx. 1900 words.

The two strange men were arguing. The dark haired one with the odd accent and the other flirty one. Something about dinner . . . she really couldn’t follow and didn’t want to. What she wanted to do was to get out of here. To go back to her hotel room in Paris. Text her friends and tell them what a crazy-weird time she was having on her trip.

She was beginning to panic. Her pounding pulse was almost deafening and her body felt wobbly with adrenaline.

“Messieurs.” The voice came like a cool breeze. Like a calming touch. The lightly accented French spoken with understated formality by a Japanese man dressed as a butler.

His eyes met hers and in them, she saw a flash of recognition. But he didn’t say her name or give her any other sign that he knew her at all. He only said, “Dinner is served. They are gathered in the dining room, if you please?”

Incredulity widened her eyes as a name rose to her lips. “Aki-”

“This way,” he said, cutting her off.

Over dinner, she learned that here, the butler went by the name Sebastian or Sebas. And that he served a group of . . . eccentrics. A wealthy count and his fancifully dressed and named colleagues. It was bizarre, but no more so than walking through a door in the Louvre to find oneself in 19th century Paris. It still seemed unreal.

She was caught in some sort of delusion, one she hoped she would wake from. And for some reason, her dreaming mind had conjured up someone she’d once known well. Akihiko. Though he wouldn’t meet her eyes. Perhaps, she thought, in this bizarre hallucination, the butler only looked like her childhood friend but was in reality, a stranger. That would figure.

Playing along was the simplest course, and she did. The food was good, and the odd cosplayers were entertaining, if nothing else. She managed to mostly set aside her anxiety as she was introduced. The men she’d met in the corridor called themselves. Napoleon Bonaparte and Arthur Conan Doyle, which was hilarious. Or would have been if she understood what was going on here. Dinner ended with no answers to any of the questions she had.

The count, le Comte de Saint-Germaine, invited her upstairs to finally answer her questions. None of his answers made any sense. A magical door. An hourglass. Plus her attention kept straying to Sebastian.

He looked so much like Akihiko would, all grown up. But when he glanced at her, there was nothing in his gaze to say he recognized her at all. Only a sort of perfunctory politeness.

Le Comte gave a warm smile and patted her hand. “Clearly, you’re very tired, ma cherie. Let me walk you to your room, hm?”

“Sorry. I am pretty exhausted. Did I miss something?”

“It’s no matter. We can talk more when you’ve rested.” He guided her out of the room.

She looked back just as they turned down the hall to see Sebastian’s eyes on her, unreadable and dark in the low light of the oil lamps.

At least, she thought, le Comte was a perfect gentleman. He escorted her to her room and wished her a good evening. He handed her the key to her room and left her alone with her thoughts.

After making sure the door was locked and there was no other way into her room, she fell back on the bed. It was incredibly soft and the sheets held a hint of lavender and mint. Way better than the tiny hotel room she’d been expecting to spend the night in. “Maybe it’s not so bad,” she murmured. At least, as long as she didn’t try to make sense of the strangeness. Hopefully tomorrow she could sort it out. Get some real answers. Figure out how to go home.

She fell asleep thinking of these things, but her dreams took her away from these concerns. Her worries melted away as a man she felt like she knew came into her room. In the dream, she couldn’t quite focus on him. His figure flickered and blurred as dreams sometimes do. Despite his insubstantial identity, he leaned over her and left kisses on her lips, across both cheeks, and down the line of her jaw.

So much better than she could have imagined, her dream-self thought. It was like this ephemeral lover knew all her favorite places to be touched. He took her into his arms and her clothes dissipated under his questing fingertips. His caresses drew sighs and soft moans from her lips, and her body arched against him as if begging for more.

His laughter was soft, breath tickling the skin at her neck. It felt so real that for a moment, she wondered if she was really dreaming or if someone had come into her room. Her room in the strange mansion out of time.

Her body tensed but before she could push him away, she felt his lips at her neck in the soft space below her ear. Warm and firm, the sensual brush of his tongue, and then something sharp. A searing pain that shot down from the love-bite and into her chest.

He lapped and suckled the spot, drinking her in like a vampire. The pain disappeared, replaced by a sensation she couldn’t begin to define. Like being drowned in bliss. Warm waves of pleasure that robbed her of all sense.

But something stayed with her, despite the strange ecstasy that sent tremors through her body. Vampire. That word. Yes. The man - the monster - was drinking her blood.

She shot up from sleep, adrenaline cascading through her tired limbs. Her hands curled into fists, ready to fight. But there was no one there. And her clothes were in place, her neck, untouched.

It was the weirdest nightmare to have, she thought, as she turned the beside lamp on. It clicked and flickered into life with a soft hiss. She decided to go and get a glass of water, if she could find the kitchen.

The hallways were empty and dark, as quiet as the grave. There were no sounds outside of cars or trains or planes overhead. No hum of electricity, no gleaming LEDs. That drove home the real possibility that le Comte wasn’t lying when he said they were in the 19th century. The realization did not make her feel any better.

After a bit of wandering, she spotted an open door and the warm glow of lamp light. A clatter of dishes told her the butler was probably still up.

She poked her head inside. “Umm. Excuse me. Sebastian?”

He turned in surprise and then gave her a small smile. “Ah. You’re awake. Trouble sleeping?”

“Something like that.” She came in and took a seat.

“Would you like a glass of warm milk? Or perhaps some wine?”

“No. No. Some water would be great though.” She rubbed a hand over her face. “I can get it myself if you’ll tell me where you keep the glasses.”

His smile turned up a little more at the corners of his lips, an expression so like Akihiko that it made her breath catch. “It’s not a problem. Please allow me.”

“Thanks,” she managed, watching him as he got a cup down and filled it with water. When he handed it to her, their fingers brushed. The warmth of that light, accidental touch nearly made her tear up. It was something real and kind and her emotions were all over the place after the dream, not to mention the weirdness of just everything.

“Here.” He handed her a handkerchief. It was soft and made from linen, with flowers embroidered along the edges. “You look as if you’re about to cry.”

She took it and dabbed at her eyes. “I’m really sorry. I’m just - everything is so overwhelming. I had the weirdest dream and then you. You’re so nice! And you look just like . . . like Aki-”

“I’m just trying to be a proper butler. It’s really nothing.”

“You know, that’s the second time.”

“Hm?” He turned to go back to the sink of dishes and did not look at her.

“It’s the second time I tried to say a name. You interrupted me.”

Sebastian rinsed a dish and began to dry it with a towel. “My apologies then.” His voice sounded tight, as if his jaw were clenched.

“I was going to say that you look just like an old friend of mine.”

He turned and there was something fierce in his dark eyes. “I promise you, no matter who I might resemble, I am just Sebastian. A butler. That is all I am now.”

She took a sip of her water. “I see. I’m sorry then. It’s just, I used to know someone who looked a lot like you. His name was Akihiko. He moved away when his parents died and I missed him very much. But if you aren’t him . . .”

“I’m not him but,” Sebastian fell silent, frowning. The towel in his hands was clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white. “I am sure your friend must have missed you too. If you were so close.”

“We were. He would read to me from his books and I would lay my head in his lap and close my eyes, just listening. He made the stories come alive for me. I don’t know if I ever told him that.” She searched his face for some sign that he remembered those long afternoons. “Sometimes we would play hide and seek in his family’s mansion. Or sneak goodies from their chef.”

Sebastian’s expression softened for a moment. “It sounds as if you had a lot of fun.”

She nodded, not trusting herself to say more. Was it luck or a curse to find Akihiko again, like this? When he’d become someone else, somewhere else. Someone that did not want to remember her. What had happened to the sweet, serious boy she’d loved? Her fingers stretched toward his cheek, and for a heartbeat, he leaned into the touch.

His eyes fluttered shut, and he let out a trembling breath. Then he pulled away, his face a polite mask again. “You know, it’s not my place to say, but I think you should forget this friend of yours. Move on. If he wanted to see you again, he would have found you by now.” He set the dish and towel down. “It’s really for the best to simply let go.”

“I - I -” She clasped her hands in her lap. “I should get back to bed. Thank you for the water.”

“Of course,” he said, not turning to look at her.

She felt even more lost as she took her lamp back into the dark hallway. She’d never expected to see Akihiko again, and now that she had, her heart filled with all the sweetness of her childhood romance. She wanted to turn back around and hug him. To remind him of all the silly promises they’d made to each other when they were little and all the cares of life were so very far away.

But he’d made it clear he wasn’t the Akihiko she knew. He was Sebastian now, or so she reminded her foolish heart. The boy she loved was gone and a stranger had replaced him. Yet, she’d glimpsed something when they touched. A softness that spoke of fond memories and a time he had not forgotten.

Le Comte told her she was stuck here for a month. Well, she promised herself, she’d spend that month getting to know this stranger with Akihiko’s face. Hopefully, it would extinguish the flame in her heart or rekindle the fire in his.

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp sebastian #ikevamp sebas #fanfiction #fanfic #otome #otome guys #fluff #light angst #light spice

34 notes · View notes

alby-rei · 1 year

Text

I created 37 posts in 2022

Given how busy this year was for me (graduating uni), I'm pretty happy about that :3

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@namine-somebodies-nobody

@ana-thedaydreamer

@readerinsertfanfiction

@nad-zeta

Most frequent tags in 2022

#ikevamp art - 147 posts

#ikevamp leonardo - 120 posts

#ikevamp writing - 94 posts

#leo for comfort - 65 posts

#ikevamp comte - 52 posts

#ikevamp arthur - 52 posts

#😂😂😂 - 51 posts

#😍😍😍 - 48 posts

#ikevamp theo - 35 posts

#ikevamp vincent - 34 posts

Longest Tag: 90 characters

#also also the i hope he goes easy on me / i won't go easy on you made me chuckle hueheuheu

My Top Posts in 2022:

Late Night Lullaby (Mozart x Reader)

a/n: In which a sleepless MC stumbles upon the equally sleepless resident composer, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Requested by @celmanics once upon a time ❤ Happy reading~!

Wordless ‘I Love You’ Prompt #15: Calming them down when they have a bad dream.

[Characters]: MC, Mozart

[Genre]: Fluff, Comfort

[Word count]: ~900 words

110 notes - Posted February 5, 2022

Whatever It Takes (Leonardo x Reader)

a/n: Remember when Leonardo’s family was a major obstacle in his route? Me neither! So now they’re a problem. It’s about time we brought it up with Leo. Different from my usual, which is all about the ✨ UwUs ✨ but I thought I’d give it a shot hehe. Inspired by @xxsycamore’s and @chaosangel767’s Be My Valentine, Prompt Feb. 14: “No matter what anyone says, you’re perfect for me.”

[Characters]: You, Leonardo, Comte

[Word count]: ~1200 words

[Tags]: Hurt/comfort, marriage, family, drama, anxious reader

121 notes - Posted May 18, 2022

Arthur’s Pillow (Arthur x Reader)

a/n/: In which the resident mystery writer discovers his new favorite pillow... but at what cost? (Ans: MC’s patience)

[Characters]: MC, Arthur

[Tags]: Sleepiness, Comfort, Fluff

[Word Count]: ~1000 words

147 notes - Posted February 21, 2022

The Scent of Home (Leonardo x Reader)

a/n: written as part of @xxsycamore’s and @chaosangel767′s Be My Valentine event! I’ve been watching way too many cat videos lately :3 Happy reading ❤

[Characters]: MC, Leonardo, Lumiere

[Prompt]: “Again with my clothes?” / “They smell like you”

[Genre]: Fluff, naps

[Word Count]: 470 words

177 notes - Posted February 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Ikemen Vampire RPG [Fan-made]

Hey friends, I decided to challenge myself in June to create a short game, and what better way to do that than to bring our favorite mansion to life! This challenge was a learning experience for me to learn the basics of game dev, which I enjoyed tremendously and hope to do more of!

✨ Play as the housekeeper of le Comte de Saint-Germain's mansion, who is left alone to do as they please. But there is work to do, and the residents have left notes in their respective rooms of their requests!

✨ Finish them all to gain access to entries from Sebastian's 'Oh no, they didn't!' journal and learn something new about the boys we know and love.

✨ For more info, head over to this link! (And do let me know what you thought of the experience!) 💕 💕 💕

362 notes - Posted July 14, 2022

I'm so so happy with how well-received my little game was!! Thank you to everyone that played it, reblogged, liked, and sent me feedback 🥺🥺💕💕💕💕 I hope to return to the RPG workshop again sometime!!

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

4 notes · View notes

redheadkittys · 2 years

Text

...comte and dazai in a nutshell...

#...*comte pinching the bridge of his nose*...#...well we all could count the dorky things he said and did😂...#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp dazai #dazai osamu #ikevamp comte #comte de saint germain #otome #otome meme #...on queue...

203 notes · View notes

nightkarmaqueen · 2 years

Note

Hello! Can I request an MC who is quiet most of the time and sings songs to herself when no one is looking? Ikevamp Comte Leonardo and Shakespeare?

Melodies Behind the Blinds

----- Melodies Behind the Blinds || Ikemen Vampire (Comte, Leonardo, Shakespeare) x F! Reader (MC)

Summary : Maybe only heaven knows how the angels sing. But when they heard the voice of an angel they loved singing behind the curtain, they couldn't help but fall in love even more.

WC : 772 Words (Comte), 683 Words (Leonardo), and 802 Words (Shakespeare).

Warning : Grammar errors, mischaracterization, etc.

A/N : Please ignore how I put Taylor Swift songs and various disney songs in this story. By the way, I found my old post with the same theme as the request. So I decided to add a bit of short fiction after the headcanons, I hope you don't mind. I also want to apologize since I haven’t finish both Comte and Shakespeare route so I’m afraid I would ruin the characterization of the suitors. Also, My shakespearean is suck, I really am sorry. Thank you for waiting and please do enjoy what I write below.

Comte de St. Germain

Comte knows best that you’re not the type of person who talk a lot.

He can't force you to talk and he can't shock you either because you'll have a heart attack and have more trouble of speaking.

He even talks about this to the other resident of the mansion and forbids them to surprise you or force you to say something you don't want.

On the other hand, however, Comte was very grateful that you would at least open up to him. If you talk to him, he will listen carefully with a warm, gentle smile on his face.

That day, the mansion was very quiet somehow. You didn't even hear Dazai and Arthur making a fuss at Isaac.

But one thing you know, Comte was attending one of the tea gathering that other noble vampires are holding. He won't be back any time soon.

At least, that's what you think.

Since Sebastian was taking care of Blanc and Rouge supplies in the town, the kitchen was completely yours.

You made the kitchen your hidden stage, remembering that you were alone.

If you look at the clock, it's still far from dinner time. So there is no harm to sing a bit, isn’t it?

You were singing with a sweet smile, circling the kitchen from the stove to the counter. You danced around like in a fairytale movie.

Without you knowing it, your singing was heard all the way to the dining room.

As if captivated by the sweet sound of sirens, Comte tilted his head, curious at the source of the voice he had heard.

"Oh dear, she often sings secretly like this?"

After you finish the song, the Comte gives you a round of applause, leaving you blushing in embarrassment and surprise. You have to be careful next time.

You hummed softly to yourself as you cleaned the kitchen you previously used to cook lunch. Every now and then you release your voice and sing a few lines of lyrics from a couple of songs.

You stopped singing when you're done wiping the counter and see your reflection on the marble surface. You chuckled to yourself before you finally humming again and doing your other chores.

Meanwhile, Comte stepped from the foyer into the dining room. He knew Sebastian was in town, so he looked for other creatures in the mansion to at least welcome him back.

Comte did return a bit early as the health of the host that hosting the gathering was not good. He didn't really mind that. In fact, he's glad he could at least get back to you soon.

As soon as he opened the dining room door, Comte immediately heard a very beautiful singing voice. Of course, he immediately recognized the voice. It's your voice. She’s hiding this beautiful singing voice from me? he thought.

He thought, perhaps because you were alone, you were more freer to express yourself and sing with your hidden yet beautiful voice. "Oh dear, she often sings secretly like this?"

Comte walked slowly to the kitchen, not letting a single footstep be heard. He peeked a little to see you, found you sweeping the kitchen floor while humming to yourself.

“I’ve been dreaming of a true love’s kiss, and a prince I’m hoping comes with this~”

Hearing the lyrics of the song you sing, Comte tried hard to contain his chuckles. For a moment, he lets you continue your private concert, knowing you haven't noticed his existence.

“So to spend a life of endless bliss, just find who you love through true love’s kiss~”

Seeing your pretty smile after you finished the song, Comte couldn’t help but remain silent. He came out and stood in the kitchen doorway.

You jumped when you suddenly hear someone’s applause. You automatically turned around to see who it was. It could be dangerous if it was Arthur or Dazai.

"Comte?!" Your eyes widen and heat begins to rise to your cheeks. But at least you're grateful it's Comte. "I-I thought you were at the Comtesse de La Motte's mansion with the other noble vampires?"

[ Learning While Simping With Me : I’m searching some history figures to match this story and I think Comtesse de La Motte was the most suitable figure to be a noble pure blood vampire. And she’s an adventurer like rl Comte de St. Germain. ]

“Ma cherie, I have no idea you have such an enchanting voice.” Instead of answering your question, he makes the blush on your cheeks worse.

"I-I didn't mean to hide it from you," you muttered shyly.

Comte simply nodded, knowing that it was the truth. "By the way, do you still want to get your true love's kiss?"

You jolted once again and looked up to meet his majestic golden eyes. "Comte!" you whined, didn't think he would continue to tease you after knowing your beautiful singing voice.

Leonardo da Vinci

Everyone in the mansion knows you don't really talk much.

Every time you speak, your words sound soft and gentle.

I mean, who wants to talk about something unnecessary? Save your energy, dearest!

Even so, Leonardo is the one who hears your voice more often than the others. Even your nagging voice that almost no other vampire in the mansion could hears.

"Cara mia, I'll be back at 5 for dinner, The instrument shop owner in town needs my help."

Well, he's the Jack of All Trades after all. There wasn't a person in town who didn't know Leonardo. That's the greatness of your lover.

After giving you a bye-bye kiss, Leonardo immediately went out to the town. As for yourself, you took a deep breath with the cleaning utensil in your hand.

For what? Of course, to clean your lover's room which is always messy, no matter how many times you tidy it up.

One thing that even Leonardo didn't know was your beautiful singing voice.

Soft, gentle and sweet.

You'll always be singing to yourself every time you're alone and doing long works that will bore you.

Songs from the 21st century? Songs from the 19th century where you live now? Or just the tunes of the song you often hear from Mozart's room? You name it! You're like having your own concert when you're alone.

And when Leonardo accidentally heard your singing voice he immediately fell silent as if enchanted by your voice.

Leonardo will not interrupt your song. He will continue to wait for you, listening to you until you aware of his existence.

A smile on his face, Leonardo can't wait to see you again and hug you after half a day apart. His steps down the hall of the mansion felt light. Of course, nothing can make you happier than being with the person you love after a tiring day.

“When it’s my turn? Wouldn’t I love, love to explore that shore up above~”

Just as he was about to push the door to his room, which was not completely closed, Leonardo immediately halted when he heard the voice of a woman who was none other than you singing beautifully.

Wanting to confirm that it was your voice, Leonardo opened the door slowly. There, he sees you singing the song with his books in hand and tidying them up on the shelves.

Leonardo knows you don't talk much because you're shy and stuff. But when he heard the soft golden voice coming out of your more often locked lips, there was a certain euphoria in his heart. He knows you only sing to yourself because your singing voice is low but very sweet to his ears.

You paused for a moment when you reached the climax of the song you were singing. You lowered your voice which even Leonardo could barely hear. “Out of the sea. Wish I could be part of that world…”

You finished arranging the last book in your hands as you finished singing, smiling faintly and sweetly to yourself. You turned around, intending to go out and help Sebastian prepare dinner. You're sure Leonardo will be back soon to—

“Goodness!” You jumped in surprise when you see the figure of your lover already standing in the doorway, smiling at you. "Leo?!"

Realizing the possible reason Leonardo was there, you blushed furiously. “S-since when were you there?!”

"Who knows? It's not that important, yes?" Leonardo chuckled in his seductive voice. "Won't you give me a welcome kiss?"

You walked up to him with your burning cheeks. “I-if you heard something earlier… uh, forget what you just heard, okay?” you plead.

"My, why? I was so surprised when I heard you sing alone. Do you do it often? I thought an angel came down from heaven in my room. Apparently the angel is my compagna."

Feeling your face about to explode from the heat, you immediately buried yourself on his chest. You thought it would cool your cheeks, but it didn't because the sweet smell of cigarillos clinging to him made you blush even more.

William Shakespeare

If Shakespeare wanted to, he could get anything from you.

If you're willing to give it, you'll give it. But if you don't want to, then Shakespeare has two options.

He can let you be and choose to give in. Or he can force you in various ways. That's one of the reasons why he's called a yandere, isn't he?

Including your voice when you're singing so beautifully. All the tragedies that were in his mind seemed to be erased for a while. Because there is only heaven that he saw when he heard your voice.

Like an addiction, this is one of the reasons that triggers Shakespeare's heart to be able to hear your voice again.

Shakespeare may brag of it to his acquaintances proudly or he may make your voice for yourself and for himself.

For the second option, if Shakespeare doesn't let other people hear your beautiful voice, then he will use your shyness as an excuse.

That day, the household had a visitor. But since you have no very important business with the guest, you choose to return to your lover’s room after preparing tea for the two.

To kill some times, you pulled one of the play scripts that Shakespeare wrote in his human life from the shelf.

You pulled a script with the title "Romeo and Juliet". There is nothing happier than being able to read the original script of the most legendary story, right? You sat yourself on the bed and enjoy your time reading the script.

Before you know it, you started to sing a song you've known from your time. You deliberately lowered your voice so that it wouldn't be heard by those in the living room and disturbed them.

Even so, Shakespeare can still hear your faint voice. After he escort his guest to the door, your lover immediately came to find you who was peacefully reading in his room.

Just like Comte and Leonardo, Shakespeare will let you finish what you sing and let you notice his existence yourself.

You only realized Shakespeare was there when Puck jumped into your lap.

"Let the seven heavens beest the witness, how can a story full of tragedy like yond beest did maketh into a very quite quaint tunes as if it have a joyous ending?"

Hang in there, your cheeks will be really blushing afterwards.

"It's an honor to beest able to talk over tea, gentleman. I wilt ponder the giveth thee hath't did tender me," Shakespeare said with his knowing smile.

After his guest disappeared behind the gate, Shakespeare immediately closed the door of his residence. He was silent for a moment, trying to hear the very, very small and hard to hear tunes. " I bethink, the curtain yond hath been did close for a long time is opening again but with a quite quaint ending."

In the playwright's room, you're still enjoying your reading session of the script you found on the shelf. Even in various versions of Romeo and Juliet, you always like the ball dance part where the two main characters meet. It triggers your memory of a song from your time.

“Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone. I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run. You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess. This a love story, baby, just say, “Yes”.” You sing in a very low and gentle voice. There's no way you jump around and sing the song. You can't even imagine it.

"Oh? Puck, what's wrong?" you asked when a rabbit suddenly jumped into your lap, where you put the script of the play you were reading.

After getting your attention, Puck jumped back to the floor. Your eyes followed his movements until he rubbed his body with his owner's feet.

In shock, you raised your eyes, realizing that Shakespeare was already smiling warmly at you. "Will?! S-since when—?”

"Let the seven heavens beest the witness, how can a story full of tragedy like yond beest did maketh into a very quite quaint tunes as if it have a joyous ending?"

Noticing your still surprised figure and your blushing cheeks, Shakespeare chuckled. “Ah, i'm mine most humble apology for surprising this lovely nymph. I didn't expect thee to sing so beautifully like yond. Do you always hide your lovely voice behind the blinds, dearest?” Shakespeare asked you.

“I-I just remembered a song from my time, so I sang it,” you reply, whether it's a truth or a lie. “I'm sorry if it bothers you.”

Shakespeare nodded. He walked over and sat beside you. His cold hand caressed your cheek warmly. “Don’t be, darling. Thither is nay sweeter tragedy when it is sung by thee. Even a tragedy can be heaven for me.”

Like I said, hang in there. The day after, he will continue to tease you.

Have a nice day/night. See you at the next work!

377 notes · View notes

lusianarendraws · 2 years

Text

When The Stars Align, Chapter 2

When The Stars Align is my IkeVamp fanfiction on AO3, featuring Stella and le Comte.

And I've just published chapter 2! I'd appreciate it greatly if you could read here and leave a kudo and/or comment! Sharing this is just as much appreciated!

#ikemen series #romance #ikemen vampire #oc x canon #ikemen oc #ikevamp #fanfiction #ikemen vampire comte #ikevamp count of saint germain #ikevamp comte #cybrid #dating sim #ao3fic #please read #le comte de saint germain

3 notes · View notes

beautifulsnake2162020 · 1 year

Text

I made an ao3 link for those who cannot see the original tumblr post:

Again please leave comments or feedback to how I may improve on erotic writing. 😁😅

#ikemen vampire comte #ikevamp le comte #ikevamp comte #ikevamp abel #ikevamp count of saint germain #ikemen vampire #ikemen comte #ikemen Abel #Count de Saint Germain #comte de saint germain #birthday fic

7 notes · View notes

aquagirl1978 · 2 years

Text

#he can call me his naughty little thing...#its a lie he got tired of counting - he forgot his age #problems of being immortal #ikemen series #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp comte #ikemen comte #comte de saint germain #otome #otome game

78 notes · View notes

katriniac · 3 years

Text

Today I learned:

Napoleon Bonaparte had started a committee to gather information for a dossier on none other than the mysterious Count of Saint Germain.

That information got me thinking about the characters in Ikemen Vampire:

(these years are approximate)

1700 - Le Comte de Saint Germain traipsing about Europe having a grand time and making twice as many friends as enemies.

1800 - Napoleon creates his special think tank to uncover the count's secrets (who was reported to still be just as young and influential as he had been 100 years earlier, piqueing the curiosity of the emperor).

1900 - Le Comte brings Sebastian (a historian from 2000 who is fanatical about Napoleon) into his mansion full of revived famous men, including Bonaparte.

The result?

Sebas filling notebooks with his fanboy observations of the French emperor, night and day.

Hmmm.

Was Le Comte planning this long revenge just for the fun of it???

...I don't know if I should trust that mysterious smile.

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp le comte #ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp sebastian #le comte de saint germain #count of saint germain #Napoleon Bonaparte #akihiko satou #ikemen vampire le comte #ikemen vampire napoleon #ikemen vampire sebastian #cybird #ikemen series

133 notes · View notes

cirilla-fiona-riannon · 2 years

Text

Ikevamp Act 2.5

Chapter 11

One late afternoon...

On a hill where red roses bloom under the setting sun, three pureblooded vampires faced each other.

Leonardo: "............."

Vlad: "I didn't expect you to send Da Vinci to fetch me."

Comte: "Long time no see, Vlad."

Vlad: "I haven't seen you like this for hundreds of years, Abe―no, the Count of Saint Germain."

Vlad almost utters the name he used to call him when they were still friends and quickly rephrases it.

Then, Comte, with his golden eyes, looks around the windy hill.

Comte: "This hill is the only thing that hasn't changed since then. It's as beautiful as before."

Vlad: "I used to come here once in a while, but I never saw you, so I thought you'd forgotten about me."

Vlad: "Why did you decide to see me now?"

Leonardo: "You're really asking why?"

Comte breaks the ice as Leonardo sighs at Vlad, who tilts his head like an innocent child.

Comte: "The other day, the residents of my mansion were attacked by the people they had a history with."

Comte: "The only one who can do that is you."

Comte: "After I left you, you built your own door, and you've been looking for a chance to test the great men I've revived. Isn't that right?"

Vlad: "So, what are you going to do? Kill me to stop me?"

Comte: "............"

Comte looks more annoyed by the unfazed Vlad.

Comte: "Vlad, I came here to talk to you."

Comte: "Is your ambition still the same?"

Vlad: "............"

Vlad looks into his old friend's eyes and laughs.

Vlad: "Pft-Ahaha! You're still the same man to ask my wish at this stage of the game, Comte."

Vlad: "You're as cruel and kind as ever."

He stares down and mumbles this to the rose at his feet and looks at Comte again.

Vlad: "My ambition will never change. By any means necessary, I will change the future of this world."

Vlad: "We, vampires, are immortal. We are outside the laws of the world."

Vlad: "But that's why we can change the world and watch over the humans forever."

Vlad: "Just like what I told you before we said goodbye, Comte."

Comte: "I don't agree with managing human thoughts for that purpose, much less using the talents of great men."

Vlad: "You said that before, too."

Although both parties share the same concern for the world, the future, and human beings, the words they throw at each other don't match, and silence falls.

Then...

Leonardo: "You guys are not on the same wavelength."

Leonardo: "I'm a pureblood, so I understand your feelings for humans."

Leonardo: "I once selfishly sought eternity with humans, too..."

Comte: "Leonardo..."

Comte looks at Leonardo, who reminisces and smiles bitterly.

Leonardo: "But humans live their limited lives as best they can."

Leonardo: "I'm sure you know how beautiful that is, Vlad."

Vlad: "............."

Leonardo: "No one in this world, not even us purebloods, has the right to tell humans how to live their lives."

Vlad: "You're right. People are fragile and lovable. I love them just the way they are."

Vlad: "But people make sad mistakes―mistakes that cannot be undone."

Comte: "You mean the devastation you saw in the future?"

Leonardo: "So you're going to set the course straight? You think you're a God?"

For a moment, a pang of loneliness flashes in Vlad's eyes as he hears the word, God.

Vlad: "If God is supposed to be perfect, why is there evil in the world?"

Vlad: "I remember some philosopher saying that."

Leonardo: "Leibniz?"

Vlad smiles like a ceramic doll, not a hint of loneliness in his eyes anymore.

Vlad: "When I saw that sad future, I decided that I would definitely save this world."

Vlad: "Hey, do you think what I'm trying to do is evil?"

Comte: "..........."

Amber, golden and crimson eyes intersect, mirroring each other...

After a while, Leonardo turns away.

Vlad: "Oh, you're leaving? I thought you would punch me at least once."

Leonardo: "If I punch some sense into you now, I'm no different from the brainwashing you're doing."

Leonardo: "If you're going to stick to your own justice, we'll also stick to ours."

With that, Leonardo walks away without looking back, and Comte, staring at his back, looks back at Vlad again.

Comte: "Hey, Vlad. You were once betrayed badly by humans."

Comte: "But then there was a "human" who saved you, yes?"

Vlad: "............"

Comte: "Don't you think that by controlling people's hearts, you're also trampling on the kindness of that person?"

Vlad shuts his lips in response to his question, then says something unexpected.

Vlad: "Hey Comte. Mitsuki is such a nice girl."

Comte: "Why do you suddenly mention her name? Is it because you've already investigated her?"

Vlad: "Don't be so paranoid. I met Mitsuki by chance on the street. I guess you could call it a miraculous fate."

Vlad: "I can't remember her face very well because it's been too long, but I felt like she was the one who saved me."

The look in his eyes is more wistful than nostalgic.

And yet, feeling a sense of regret that they can no longer understand each other, Comte tells him this.

Comte: "Vlad, your love is so pure. But you're constantly torn between your love for humans and your ego."

Comte: "However, if you hurt my family or Mitsuki, I won't forgive you."

Comte: "I promise to protect them with my own hands."

Comte turns on his heel, fluttering the hem of his coat, and leaves among the roses.

A gust of wind dances across the room and Vlad is left alone as petals block his view, drowning out his old friend's back.

Vlad: "It would have been better if I didn't have to carry anything on my back. But..."

Vlad: "Someone has to change things. I will only hate the sins humans commit and save this world."

Vlad: "This world in which you are living, Mitsuki."

Vlad's letter arrived at the mansion a few days later.

"On the night of the crescent moon, I will give you a gift. Show me your true worth."

It was unmistakably a warning of an attack.

[Mansion’s Garden]

Duke of Wellington: "Haa! I'll bury you this time, Napoleon!"

The sound of swords clashing violently in the garden and the yells of hatred reverberate through the air.

Duke of Wellington: "No matter how many wars I fought, a world of peace never came. And I realized, Napoleon, that if I don't kill you, my war will never end!!"

Napoleon: "Wake up, Wellington! There used to be righteousness in our fight."

Napoleon: "What's even the point of this fight right now!? Did you forget why you took up the sword!?"

Wellington attacks Napoleon and Gilles attacks Jean.

Gilles: "I couldn't save you from being accused of heresy. I couldn't do anything for you, my friend!"

Gilles: "So this time, I will kill you as you wished!"

Jean: "Gilles, maybe that's how you feel about friendship."

Jean: "But I think my true wish is―!"

Gilles: "True...?"

Comte: "Jean!"

Jean: "!!"

Comte pins Gilles from behind, breaking the position of their repeated sparring.

After struggling a bit, Gilles manages to escape from the restraints and glares at Comte.

Gilles: "You're the man who brought Jean back to life? How dare you...”

Comte: "Yeah, that's right. Gilles de Rais."

Comte: "Even if you're Jean's friend, I won't let you hurt him."

Jean is stunned by Comte's presence, enough to make the air tremble.

Then, Leonardo thumps his fist in front of Wellington, who is confronting Napoleon.

Napoleon: "Leonardo, you..."

Leonardo: "I don't like it when people mess around in other people's backyards. Even if you say you don't want me, I'll join you."

Duke of Wellington: "Well, here come the purebloods. Fine, if you won't die, I'll just cut you up into little pieces!"

Leonardo: "Never underestimate the power of a Pureblood."

Under the taunting crescent moon, the fierce battle began again between soldiers who had gone through successive wars and purebloods, who give off a tremendous air that no ordinary person can match.

While Napoleon and the others are fighting back in the garden, inside the mansion―

Sebastian: "It pains me to say this to a respected great man, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to stop you here. Ha!!!"

Salieri: "Guh!"

Sebastian stops Salieri from entering the mansion with a karate foot sweep, while Dazai comes up to him with a rope.

Dazai: "Breaking through a barricaded doorway with these slender arms―does brainwashing increase your arm strength too?"

Sebastian: "They say that humans normally suppress their natural power in their lives, so maybe he lost control of it when he was driven mad."

Dazai: "I guess you could call it superhuman strength. But I'm worried that only Gauguin hasn't shown up."

Mitsuki is left in charge of the others and has them retreat into the mansion.

Meanwhile, Salieri grunts as Dazai grabs him in the arms to restrain him.

Salieri: "Ugh, ahh! I have to kill Mozart. Mozart...!"

Dazai & Sebastian: "!!!"

Still having some power left, Salieri shakes off Dazai and Sebastian.

[Music Room]

(Sebastian, Dazai, and Theo, I hope they're ok.)

Mozart, Isaac, Vincent, and I took refuge in the music room.

Theo said he had a plan and went his separate way, and Arthur followed along, so now we are all split up.

Vincent: "Sorry. I'm going to check in with Theo and the others."

Isaac: "Eh? But Theo says he has a plan."

Vincent: "Yes. But Theo is my precious little brother, and I want to be there for him."

(Vincent has the same determined eyes as when he said, "I have to protect Theo" before.)

Mitsuki: "Go ahead. I think that would be best for both of you."

Mozart: "Seriously. The residents of this mansion are really selfish. Take care of yourself, Vincent."

With a smile and a thank you, Vincent left the music room.

Inside the quiet room, we can hear the swords clashing against each other from the garden.

(That's an intense sound, I hope everyone is safe.)

As I put my anxious, cold hands in prayer, cherry-red eyes peek into my face.

Isaac: "Mitsuki, are you okay?"

Mitsuki: "Yeah, I'm fine. I'll protect you if something happens!"

Isaac: "Stupid, you don't have to act so tough at a time like this."

Isaac stares at me with narrowed eyes.

Isaac: "This is why I'm worried about you. Don't push yourself too hard and rely on me."

Isaac's kindness slowly spreads through my heart.

Isaac: "Besides, Napoleon is not someone you can beat so easily. I'm sure he's safe."

Mozart: "And Jean, too. And there are two purebloods with them. So, don't worry about it."

Just as I am about to smile, I hear the door open...

Salieri: "I finally found you, Mozart."

Mozart & Isaac: "----!"

The door slowly opens, and a pale but very sad-looking man enters.

(This guy is Salieri!?)

(And is he holding a knife!?)

Salieri: "Mozart, just being around you is enough to make me jealous."

Salieri: "The suspicion that I poison you still haunts me to this day."

Mozart: "Salieri, you..."

Salieri: "Please disappear along with this ugly emotion. For the peace of my soul!"

Salieri readies his knife and approaches Mozart straight on.

Mitsuki: "Run, Mozart!"

Mozart: "............"

Shortly after Mozart distanced himself from us...

Strong and beautiful fortissimo tune echoes throughout the room.

The moment Mozart runs up to the piano and plays a key, Salieri stops moving as if struck by lightning.

Mozart: "Thank goodness. It looks like you still have some reason left in you for not wanting to stain the piano with blood."

Mozart: "If that's how you are, I want to believe in you again."

Salieri: "Mozart, I'll kill you! That's why you have to finish me off too."

Mozart: "Tossed around by insanity, feelings, and rootless rumors―Salieri, it looks like you want me to punish you.""

(What do you mean by that?)

Remembering Mozart's words and Salieri's words and actions thus far, I remember someone.

Isaac: "I wonder if he's somehow the same as Hooke. Maybe he'll come to his senses too.”

(True. Both Salieri and Hooke seem to recognize their talents.)

Maybe that's why they are jealous.

In Salieri's case, he probably couldn't even allow himself to feel that way.

Perhaps his honesty was driven out of control by madness.

Salieri: "But I hear a voice in my head saying, 'kill, kill, kill. How can you be sure that's not what I really want!?"

Mozart: "Wake up, for goodness sake. You were a damned good musician. I know that past all too well."

Mozart: "You don't need this stuff. Your hands and mine are supposed to create music."

Mozart unfolds Salieri's fingers, and the knife falls to the floor.

(Is the brainwashing coming off?)

Salieri tries to touch the piano like he finally finds his lost treasure.

Salieri: "Ugh...Ahhh!"

Suddenly, Salieri runs out of the room, painfully holding his head.

Mozart: "Salieri!"

Involuntarily, we followed him.

At the same time, in the parlor room, Theo is glaring at his friend.

Theo: "Oi, Arthur. Why are you following me?"

Arthur: "Hm? I can't just leave my reckless buddy in the middle of an enemy attack, can I?"

Theo: "I'm not reckless."

As Theo tries to retort, Arthur points his fingertips at him in the shape of a gun.

Theo: "Arthur, you..."

Arthur: "Sorry, Theo. But did you know how much I've seen you naked?"

Arthur: "I know you're a private person, and you're careful to hide it, but I saw it one time while we were taking a bath... Your back."

Theo's sea-colored eyes flicker slightly, and he sigh.

Theo: "You're a great detective. I'm sure you have a pretty good idea of what's going on."

Theo: "He, Gauguin, is going after my brother tonight."

Arthur: "So you split up with Vincent to take advantage of the opportunity and take revenge, is that it?"

Arthur: "To the point of using Vincent himself as a decoy."

Theo: "That's not my intention. I came back for this moment. I won't make a mistake this time."

Theo: "I'll take revenge on Gauguin and save my brother. I'll make up for everything I regret that day."

Theo: "So don't stop me, Arthur."

Arthur: "............."

When Theo tries to turn away, Arthur reaches out and slaps him on both cheeks.

Theo: "!?"

Arthur: "I'm not going to comment on your purpose. So what if you came back for revenge? I don't care. You're free to do whatever you want."

Arthur: "But what are you going to do after you get your revenge?"

Theo: "That's..."

Arthur: "I can tell. You're going to leave your brother alone after getting your hands dirty."

Arthur: "You're going to disappear."

Theo keeping silent would be the same as affirming it.

Arthur: "You know, trying to hold it all together like that is just too distant."

Arthur: "I want to stay friends with you. That's why I'm stopping you."

Theo: "Wha―Arthur, you..."

Arthur: "This is my choice. I don't need you to tell me what to do."

Arthur: "Mitsuki told me before that there's nothing wrong with following your heart."

Arthur: "And while we're talking, it looks like you got a visitor."

The next moment, one of the windows bursts open.

A man jumps in through the window and points a gun at Theo.

Gauguin: "Hey, Theodorus. I've been looking for you."

Theo: "Gauguin! I thought you were after my brother!?"

Gauguin: "Of course, I'm after Vincent, too. Because..."

Vincent: "Theo, there you are!"

Theo: "Broer! Why―"

Theo's eyes widen as Vincent bursts into the room, and Gauguin smiles crookedly.

Gauguin: "Hahaha! Nice timing Vincent!"

Gauguin: "Time to make the innocent you drown in despair!"

Seconds after Gauguin raises the gun and pulls the trigger on Theo―

Arthur: "Theo!"

Theo: "Got it!"

Arthur sends a warning and kicks over the billiard table with Theo.

Theo then pulls his friend by the neck with one hand and his brother's sleeve with the other. Shortly after, a gunshot rings out.

The shot scorched the billiard table without hitting anyone.

Theo: "Broer."

Behind the billiard table that served as a shield for the three, Vincent's arms were wrapped around Theo's head to protect his brother.

Vincent: "I wanted to protect you this time because I died before you did."

Theo: "Broer, don't tell me that day―"

Vincent: "But no. Even now, you're still protecting me."

Vincent: "Theo, thank you for always thinking of me."

Vincent: "But let's both carry the heavy burden from now."

Vincent: "I'm your broer, after all."

Theo: "............"

Gauguin, after missing his shot, clicks his tongue and tries to raise his gun again, but a long leg kicks him in the arm.

Gauguin: "Agh!"

Arthur: "I'm more of a brainy guy, so I'm not really suited for this kind of physical combat."

Arthur: "Please don't try to ruin the emotional scene between the brothers."

Gauguin: "Damn it..."

Gauguin drops his gun and runs off into the hallway of the mansion, catching everyone by surprise.

Arthur, Theodorus, and Vincent look at each other and chase after him.

[Mansion’s Garden]

Wellington draws his sword widely, and the tip slices through Napoleon's cheek.

Duke of Wellington: "Hahaha! What's the matter, Napoleon? Are you having a hard time!?"

Napoleon: "Guh... We've been going at him for a while now, and he's not even intimidated by the two of us. Is he a monster?"

Leonardo: "Maybe it's because of the brainwashing."

As Leonardo joined him, Napoleon, looking for the right move, continued to parry the attack, when Wellington's sword swiped at the water in the fountain.

Napoleon: "Merde!"

The splash on his face blinded Napoleon for a second.

Duke of Wellington: "This is the end, Napoleon Bonaparte!"

The next moment, a sharp sword is thrust at Napoleon―

Shakespeare: "Guh...!"

Napoleon & Leonardo: "Shakespeare!?"

Between Napoleon and Wellington lay Shakespeare, who braced himself to take the sword.

Previous Part╏Next Part

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp act 2.5 #ikevamp 2.5 #ikevamp jp #ikevamp #ikemen series #cybird #ikevamp translations

58 notes · View notes