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ikeromantic · 1 year

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Perfect Harmony

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She nodded. “Of course.”

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

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

“Sorry! I thought-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Theo will love it, I’m sure.”

“I hope so.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You are entirely too good to me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hm?” Le Comte raised a brow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But you said -”

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

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

“I love you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I will never let you go, ma cherie.”

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niphredil-14 · 1 year

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Fill free to deny this request! But can you do Jonah, Isaac, Vincent, and comte with mc having a cat that isn't the best, and the cat is kinda mean? (Ex, biting and scratching if you try and be near her. Growling and hissing at other pets, and will hiss if you walk by them in the walkway.) My apologies, English is not my first language.

hey sorry it took me a literal year to write this...

IKEVAMP AND IKEREV REQUESTS CLOSED

Jonah: Jonah is a little cat-like and mean too, though he gets super pouty that your cat doesn't like him. Why wouldn't it? He's perfect! Would cry if your cat ever warmed up to him.

Isaac: Isaac is terrified of your cat and wants nothing to do with it. If your cat stays away from him, he will stay away from your cat.

Vincent: Look, I can't explain why, but your cat would tolerate him, I know it. Everyone and everything likes vincent, your cat included. Even if not at first.

Comte: He is the epitome of perfection and patience. He understands and will do his best to not bother your cat. Chances are though, at some point your cat will start to like him.

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ana-thedaydreamer · 7 months

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We still travel through time， but in a different universe 😆

亞伯（Abel) and 李奧納多 (Leonardo)

#cybird ikemen #otome game #cybird #ikevamp #fanart #ikemen vampire #ikemen leonardo #leonardodavinci #ikemen comte #le comte de saint germain #anadreamart #ana thedaydreamer

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weird-profiterole · 1 year

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Since I'm currently at Rouen, I feel like it's the right opportunity to share you those,

When le Comte saved Jean from the stake, the 30th May 1431 at Rouen,

Don't repost, only reblog

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arthurs-puppygirl · 3 months

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Le Comte was out here serving Le Cunt with that hairstyle ✨��‍💨

#ikemen vampire #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #ikevamp #cybird #le comte de saint germain #ikemen vampire comte #ikemen comte #ikevamp comte

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redheadkittys · 10 months

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Comte to the other residents of the mansion: "for sure...when he gets an girlfriend he'll mature"

Arthur:

#...they would absolutely do that to have fun and...#...to annoy the others what would also be fun for them🤣...#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp comte #ikevamp arthur #le comte de saint germain #arthur conan doyle #ikevamp memes #otome meme #otome crack #otome

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candied-boys · 9 months

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If you like Le Comte and sexy times and you have yet to read "It Started with a Dream" on ao3, please go indulge in this top tier masterpiece.

#ikemen vampire comte #ikevamp comte #le comte de saint germain #ikevamp #ikevamp fanfic #ikevamp fanfiction #ikevamp smut #smut

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kissmetwicekissmedeadly · 1 year

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#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp comte #ikevamp comte de saint germain #ikemen vampire comte #ikevampire comte #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp leonardo da vinci #ikemen vampire leonardo #ikevamp le comte #ikevampire leonardo #ikevamp memes #ikemen vampire meme

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eternallyfrustratedwriter · 6 months

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Sir.

#le comte de saint germain #ikemen vampire #comte has a daddy kink #ikevamp comte

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arthotsglasses · 1 year

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Can you draw Ikemen vampires in cozy hoodie blankets? It’s like a blanket but you wear it like a hoodie, it’s a top and it can be cozy with the plush.

Thank you for your time.

weeee some of them turned out really cute! maybe future keychain material??

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violettduchess · 1 year

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A/N: A day late but better late than never! I thought it might be nice to celebrate the anniversary of my first fic with the suitor who was the subject of it! Comte was my first Ikemen route ever and he holds a special place in my heart 💜

Prompt that won the poll: Pulling suitor by the tie in for a passionate kiss

Comte x f reader

WC: 875

The party in the remote country estate, several kilometers away from Paris itself, is over. It was a night filled with delightful music, warm candlelight, and the soft murmuring of people dressed in their finest clothes, drinking the finest wine and spinning across a dancefloor of the finest Italian marble. Your host, a gracious baron and friend of Comte’s, was warm and welcoming, greeting you with a smile on his mustachioed lips.

And how you seized the night, your skirt billowing like a glittering, golden cloud around your ankles as you turned around the dance floor, the amber jewels at your throat and ears drinking in the warm candlelight. Your partners were admiring, complimentary, and above all respectful because while they enjoyed the time in your radiant company, everyone knew who truly holds your heart.

When you and Comte finally danced together, the night held its breath. The casual possession in the lay of his hand at your waist, the way he held you just a hair’s breadth too close for propriety’s sake, the way your gazes locked with one another and held, a covalent bond, hydrogen and oxygen. The way you moved together, smooth as water, across the floor, grace in motion. And underneath it, the visible crackle of electricity in the slight part of your lips, the hungry gleam in his bright eyes. There was no hiding it. Some party-goers snapped open delicate folded fans, cooling the sudden flush to their cheeks. Some felt the grip of the green-eyed monster's fist, wishing they would be so lucky to have someone look at them that way.

You bid your farewells, arm in arm, before your carriage pulls up. The driver opens the door with a polite nod, doffing his hat to you both before setting it back down on his snowy white head. Comte climbs in first and then helps you up as you thank the driver. He’s hard of hearing and often just smiles and nods, but there is no one who knows the streets of Paris and the surrounding area better.

The door closes and soon the carriage lurches forward, over the stones of the baron’s long driveway before turning onto the road that will take you the long way back into the city. A small lantern hangs discreetly in the corner of the carriage, swaying back and forth, spinning shadows within the carriage’s plush interior. Comte, sitting across from you, glances down as he carefully removes his gloves. His handsome face is half-lit in soft, yellow light and half in wavering shadow.

“What an evening,” he says as he leans back against the plush maroon cushioning of the carriage’s walls. “I had heard wonderful things about the musicians Baron Gourgaud hired for tonight but they far exceeded any expectations. I must tell Mozart–”

You have other things on your mind. Sliding to the edge of your seat, eyes bright even in the dim lighting, you reach out and take hold of Le Comte’s chocolate-brown silk tie. Your eyes never leaving his, you slowly wind it around your hand, reeling him in, closer and closer.

“Abel….I don’t want to talk about the music.” One light tug and he is breathless, balancing on his own seat’s edge, the light in your eyes sending a shower of hot sparks cascading down his spine. The tie is now your prisoner, held tight in your fist as you smile slowly. “I don’t,” you whisper as quietly as a feather on the night’s breeze, “want….” You pull him even closer, your lips now a heartbeat apart, “...to talk at all.”

You pull one last time, firmly, and your mouths meet, the sparks flickering in both your veins exploding like fireworks, sending a flood of heat rolling between you. He is a gentleman but you know what lies beneath that controlled beauty, that intelligent gaze. You know what needs to be done to unleash something uncharacteristically reckless, something thrumming with licentious want. Keeping your grip on his tie, your other hand slides up into the tawny locks of his hair, fingers curling into its strands. He is now caught in your grasp, yours to maneuver as you will. You press your body against his, forcing him back onto his seat before settling yourself over him, your voluminous skirt spread out across the cushioned seating like a shimmering, golden blanket.

His hands press into your back, warm through the silk of your gown, his face tilted up like a man searching for answers from a higher power as he meets your demanding mouth. Right now, in this moment, there is no power higher than his desire for you. No divine call that could ring through his body like yours. You release your grip on his tie and he growls softly, your name now a carnal sound, before tightening his grip on you and burying his face into the curve of your neck.

Your last coherent thought, as you feel the scrape of his teeth against your skin, the possessive clutch of his strong fingers, the shift of his body as he pulls you even closer, is how very lucky you are that your sweet driver is hard of hearing and the way back to the mansion so very long.

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ikeromantic · 2 years

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The angst/hurt/comfort with Isaac was amazing! Could you please write one with Comte next?

So what started as a first fight turned into a confession? But there is definitely angst and comfort happening ^_^ Approx. 1700 words of it!

The party was grand. There was no denying that. The wealthy and high born danced and drank, their conversations veiled battles in a war that would never end. Le Comte was in his element. He knew who to smile at and how, the words that would provoke or soothe as needed.

Power was inherently an unstable thing. Prone to dramatic shifts and upheavals as those without sought to have, and those with sought for more.Through the years he’d done his best to prevent tragedy from becoming worse. Sometimes he wondered if it was enough. If, perhaps, Vlad did not have a point . . . if . . .

Le Comte realized he couldn’t see his cherie in the crowd any longer. He turned from his conversation with the minister of trade, searching for her with his eyes and his thoughts.

“Sir!” The minister snorted, offended by le Comte’s sudden disinterest.

“My apologies. I only just realized my partner has gone.” He set his wine down. “Please forgive my abruptness. I need to find her.”

The minister sniffed. “Yes, the little foreign girl you came with. She probably needs a leash.”

Le Comte suppressed an urge to react. That was the purpose of such offenses. But he would remember that insult, and respond appropriately. He moved past the crowd on the balcony and down the steps, hoping to catch sight of her near the hors d'oeuvres or the punch bowl, but she wasn’t there. Nor on the dance floor. She wasn’t perusing the gallery either.

Worried now, he asked the serving staff if they’d seen her go out. They had not. Which meant she was here, someplace.

There were rooms upstairs that some retired to - those in need of respite due to drunkeness, and those seeking a private place for a tryst. Le Comte did not imagine her in either group. And there was the garden.

He walked down the marble steps and into the lantern-lit path through blossoming flowerbeds. The light here was faint and fey, turning the flowers into a dusky rainbow against the shadowed green hedges and limestone garden walls. Benches dotted the path at points, tucked into corners and leafy alcoves. The smell of crushed leaves and heavy blooms perfumed the air, and the distant strains of music from the ballroom gave it a fairytale air.

There were few people about though. This place was too far from the power brokers, the gossip, the action of the place. It almost felt like a different world, le Comte thought. The strange atmosphere distracted him so that he almost walked past the curtain of wisteria draping a small, stone arch. But he was a pureblood vampire and his senses were not so easily limited.

He felt her there, his cherie. The unexpected light in the midst of a long, dark, and lonely life. She was there, and she was crying. Le Comte paused, uncertain. What, in this place, might have made her so sad?

“Ma cherie?” He pushed aside a delicate strand of purple blossoms.

She looked up, her cheeks tearstained. She wiped furiously at her face, trying to hide what even a blind man could see. “Monsieur! Ah, I am just . . . I just . . .”

Le Comte sat down beside her and tried to settle an arm around her shoulders.

“N-no, it’s fine.” She scooted away from him. “Why are you here? Is it time to go already?”

He felt a flare of pain in his chest when she denied his touch. “I came looking for you.”

Her lips parted, then closed. She looked away. “I’m fine. You can go back to your friends. I’ll . . . I’ll go back in a moment. I just needed a bit of privacy.”

“Cherie.” His voice held an unspoken command. She obeyed, turning to face him again. “You are crying.”

“Yeah?” She smiled humorlessly. “That’s why I needed some privacy. Which you’ve now invaded. What do you want from me, le Comte?”

Her emphasis on his title was unmistakable. “Are you . . . angry?”

“Angry. Sad. Hopeless.” She laughed and it sounded as if she would cry again. “Go back to your friends, your party. Why are you even here? There are more important things for you to attend to.”

“Cherie, are you upset that I left you on your own?” He reached for her, took her hand in his. He let his thumb stroke the back of her hand gently. She was so tense even the muscles there felt tight and twitchy.

She nodded and looked down. “It’s stupid, I know. You have important people to talk to. Things to accomplish. And I’m just . . . what? Your partner? A responsibility until the door works again?” She sighed. “It’s fine, ok?”

But he could tell by her voice that it was not fine. Not at all. She was hurt and he had caused it. The pain in his chest flared to life like a fire finding new fuel. It twisted in him, burning.

“There is no one more important to me than you. Nothing more important for me to be doing than this.” He brought her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. He could not find the moment when she’d become so very precious to him. So much more than simply a guest, a friend, a companion for parties. Did she truly not realize?

Her hand pulled from his grasp. “You are always so kind to me.” Tears dampened her eye lashes. “I wish you wouldn’t be, sometimes. You . . . you make this very hard.” Her lips pressed into a tight smile. “Next, you will say how I am family and that of course you care. Please don’t.”

Le Comte felt a ball of ice in his belly. A thick, cold, heavy sludge that pulled at him. Had he said those words to her in that condescending tone she mimicked just now? He had. More than once.

She stood. “Look. I don’t want to mess up your night. I’m going to take a carriage home, ok? I’ll see you tomorrow. We’ll wind your watch and every-everything will be fine.” A tear escaped the corner of her eye, rolling down her cheek. It caught the faint fairy lights of the garden like a little gem. She turned her face away to hide it.

“Cherie-”

She ran from him. Her dress fluttered behind her, the stylish shoes she wore scuffed and tapped at the paving stones. Her flight took her toward the garden’s far edge, the last few lines of hedges set as a simple labyrinth before the garden ended in a high stone wall.

Le Comte gave chase. He felt torn, wounded. His whole being ached. He could not let her leave, not like this. “Stop,” he called, but she ignored him. There was nothing for it. Ungentlemanly as it may be, he caught at her.

Of course, she refused to stop running when his fingers curled around her elbow. But she didn’t get far. The two of them tumbled to the ground in a tangle of limbs and fancy dress.

He studied her tear-streaked face. “Why did you run from me, cherie?”

She sighed. “I wanted to get away from you. Away from this painful kindness you show me. I feel like if - if I can get far enough away, maybe it will stop hurting. M-maybe I can feel something else besides this pathetic . . . this pathetic yearning. That I can stop wondering what you are thinking or feeling. Stop thinking about what you might like. Or imagining your eyes. Your lips. Your -”

Le Comte’s thumb traced the edge of her bottom lip. He could not help himself. “Is that what you think of, when we are together?” His voice came out low, hoarse with his own hidden emotions.

“Together. Apart. When I sleep. I cannot escape you and I hate it.” Another hot tear escaped her eye.

“Ma cherie . . .” He kissed her temple, where the teardrop rolled and caught in the edge of her hair. “It seems we are caught together in the same trap.”

Her eyes went wide and her breath caught.

“Try as I might to think of you as a friend. A sister. Family . . . I cannot. I desire you, cherie. I thirst for you.” His breath trembled. “I did not think I could fall in love again. Yet here I am. And here you are.”

“Abel.”

He kissed her then, with all the passion of lonely eons. A desperate, hungry kiss that left both of them aching for more. But this was not the place, nor the time. Not for what le Comte had in mind. He stood and helped her up, dusting her dress off with care. “Let me take you home, cherie.” He held out his hand to her.

She took it, a smile gracing her lips. “I’m sorry to make you miss the rest of this party. Are you sure you don’t want to stay? I can wait for you at the mansion.”

“I’m afraid I cannot stand to be away from you.” He leaned his head close, breath whispering across her cheek. “And we are not done yet tonight. That kiss was only a promise.”

A shiver traveled down her body, starting at the spot his lips grazed her ear and ending at the soles of her feet. “What . . . what is the promise,” she breathed.

“Love. My heart clamors from it.” He placed her palm on his chest.

“Mine as well,” she smiled.

Le Comte looked down. “I am sorry though. Sorry that I made you feel lesser. That I put anyone, anything, above my concern for you. That I did not admit to these feelings sooner.” He placed his hand over hers. “Can I confess that I did not think you would be hurt by the distance I put between us?”

“You can. And . . . I forgive you. Mostly.”

“Mostly?” He looked up, one eyebrow arched.

“Mhmm. I can’t let you off so easily. So it’s only mostly, for now.” Her gaze was challenging.

Le Comte chuckled and pulled her into an embrace. “It seems I yet have work to do, to earn the rest of that forgiveness. All the more reason, I think, to hurry home.” Then he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the carriage.

It was good that the driver was one that minded his own business, deaf and blind to the passengers behind it. Good too, that le Comte had centuries of knowledge on hand to defeat the complexities of a lady’s fancy dress . . .

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp le comte de saint germain #le comte de saint germain #fanfiction #fanfic #otome #otome guys #angst and comfort

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niphredil-14 · 1 year

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Hi there! Just found your blog and holy moly I love it. Could I request a fic with the ikevamp boys (Mozart, Comte, Leonardo, Will, Theo, and Vincent) with an MC who has a super dominating/confident (but not in a cocky way) personality? Thanks, love!!

IKEVAMP REQUESTS NOW CLOSED, DC REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Comte: It is well known that Comte has canonically said that he loves the idea of a woman who would step on him. He has the hots for them 100%! Though he knows that they are very much capable of doing things themself, he will still insist on pampering them in so many ways, but he will occasionally let some pampering come his way if they really want to. In the bedroom, I get switch vives from him. He loves to dom and take care of his partner, but he also enjoys them taking control and demanding things from him. He wants to be wanted.

Leonardo: I love the idea of him with somebody confident! He is definitely a very confident man in many aspects, but his power is a quiet, lazy type. It's there but is subtle, so I love imagining him with someone who has more of an outward confidence, the contrast is just *chefs kiss*. A lazy man, he will probably let you take control in the bedroom as well if that's what they want, but he def has some dom in him, and may just wanna power bottom every now and again.

Will: Will, I believe, isn't half as confident as he lets on. I find him to be deeply insecure. He loves their confidence, he is drawn to it like a moth to a flame, hoping that if he interacts with them long enough, that some of it will rub off on him. And I think with time, to some degree, it will! He is a total bottom you cant change my mind, tie him up. do it.

Theo: If game Theo is anything like IRL Theo, then he is a total sucker for strong women. His wife was a huge influence, turned him down several times before agreeing to marry him, and after his death, made sure that his and vincent's hard work wasnt for nothing, making vincent famous! This man loves confidence! His MC is one of the feistiest! Absolutely whipped for a confident and dominant lover. Though I think he would prefer to dom in the bedroom, he would probably be willing to negotiate.

I have no idea what to write for vince sorry.

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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 8 months

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Comte Election Story, 6th Anniversary Event (JPN 2023)

I managed to get Comte's collection story during the 6th year anniversary event in the JPN version of the game. As usual, my translation skills are rudimentary at best, so this is just a rough/general sense of the contents. Rest of the translation is below the cut:

Sweet and lovely, our everyday life is irreplaceable. After becoming a vampire, I’ve lived with him forever like this. I seek out more and more of the man I love than anyone else--

Comte: Good morning, MC. You’re up very early today.

I went down to the dining room a few hours before dawn--only to find Comte nursing a teacup gracefully at one end of the table.

MC: Good morning. I managed to wake up somehow…how about you?

Comte: Actually, I just got back.

When I asked, he told me that the host of the party started talking to him all night, and they didn’t part ways until after midnight.

Comte: I was going to finish this cup of tea to unwind, and then try to rest til noon.

He runs a hand through his freshly washed hair and brings the cup to his mouth in a series of elegant gestures that makes me fall in love with him all over again. I’m not sure if it’s because I’ve been up all night, but my heart readily starts beating faster.

Even Comte seems to notice my reaction…

Comte: …looking at me like that, are you seducing me?

Comte's eyes narrowed mischievously and he left his cup behind to approach me. A beautiful beast gazed at me as if to take aim at his prey, and he drew me in with supple hands.

MC: I didn’t intend it that way but…it’s true that I'm captivated. Your damp hair and lovely gestures are so sexy that I’m at a loss…

Comte: Saying such a thing…you’re a naughty woman, MC. Even though I tried to quell my ardor with a cold shower and hot tea...I’m glad to hear it, even though I’m far from calm.

When I raised my head--having looked down in bashful embarrassment--I can see burgeoning in Comte’s eyes an indisputable, feverish desire…

MC: Ah, mm…

His soft lips playfully brushed against the nape of my neck.

Comte: No one else would be awake at this hour…though we could be interrupted any moment. Make sure to keep your voice down.

He chuckled a little before a hot sigh caressed my skin, dropping kisses one after another. He circled around the usual place he’d sink his fangs into me, and every brush of his lips made heat gather low in my body…

MC: So impatient…Abel…

Comte: …I’ve been waiting for you to give it to me

The corners of his lips lifted a little, before he buried his fangs into my neck.

MC: Mn, ah…aaaahh…

Comte: I love you so much...and whenever we aren't together, I’m starved of you. We were miles apart all night yesterday. I’ll show you just how much I missed you.

His voice--half-intoxicated with the ecstasy of my blood--was sweet and husky with his desire.

Comte: Before you, I’m always a love-starved beast.

As I gaze into those eyes burning with emotion, an electric sensation tingles down my spine.

(Ah, I’m just the same. It’s not only my heart, my body is always seeking you out too.)

MC: Me too…all day and night, I’m always thinking about you…

Comte: --Come here. Take as much of me as you want

At his encouragement and incitement, I sink my fangs into him.

MC: ah, ha…

Pleasure washes over me in an endless cascade, every sensation in my body heightened and sharp. I clenched my hands tighter through his wet hair, and dug my fangs into him greedily to devour that wellspring of ecstasy.

Comte: I'm happy to be able to share love with you like this, as a vampire.

Like drops of water moistening desiccated earth, every crimson drop fills us to the brim--

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp saint germain #ikevamp comte #ikevamp mc #comte propaganda #if you can't already tell from the contents of this one--i straight up died after reading it #THE IMPLICATIONS. FOAMING AT THE MOUTH.#the way they're both dancing around it. MC trying to be strong and endure properly (girl same) and. comte.#THE WAY COMTE BASICALLY STARTS SHAKING HIS ASS LIKE ONE OF THOSE BIRDS OF PARADISE. I AM UNWELL (AND ECSTATIC).#THE WAY HE WANTS HER TO WANT HIM AS INTENSELY/DESPERATELY AS HE DOES HER. THE WAY HE RELISHES HER BITING HIM HARD.#IM NEVER GONNA RECOVER FROM THIS ONE #ive legit just been that ace attorney meme with phoenix holding his head in his hands for DAYS #dare i even mention 'make sure to keep your voice down.' SIR. SIR ARE YOU SRS RN #man the way in purple moon event he was like 'oh nooooo haha no hank pank in public where we might get caught that's too inappropriate~ owo #I SEE YOU ABEL. I SEE YOU MONSIEUR LE COMTE DE SAINT GERMAIN.#I SEE THAT U SIT UPON A THRONE OF L I E S #i hope whoever writes comte as unhinged as possible over at jpn cybird gets a god damn raise #i have never in my life been so directly catered to in one chara i swear #'loved-starved beast' ILL DO YOU ONE BETTER COMTE JUST LET ME IN. LET ME IIIIIIIIN!!!!!!#straight up ive said it before and ill say it again #that's my emotional support softcore yan meow meow golden retriever #every event im like 'hope this doesn't awaken anything inside me.' and then immediately its just 'failed step one.'#although all jokes aside i do find it endlessly fascinating about the purebloods how like #while they don't experience as much bloodlust there is this acute sense of biting as a vital expression of romantic interest and/or claim #i dont think its a throwaway line that comte says at the end--id actually argue a lot of his desire for intimacy when she's human (cont.)->#is because he feels a level of insecurity in his connection to her caused by the lack of shared/reciprocated biting #you know now that has me wondering if that's part of why other purebloods frown so heavily upon the idea of a pureblood/human couple #basically because they can't fulfill the most basic tenet of what it means to be coupled in that community's perception #yeesh ikevamp really went 'welcome to normative vampire politics' and im like 'I Am So Normal About This. (lie + analyzes)'

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art-of-love-and-war · 10 months

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

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

[୨୧] — Arthur Conan Doyle

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

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

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

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

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

[୨୧] — Comte De Saint Germain

He is a wonderful and understanding man.

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

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

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

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

[୨୧] — Isaac Newton

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[୨୧] — Leonardo Da Vinci

ADHD?

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

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

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

That’s funny, but no.

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

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

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

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

He enjoys…, grounding you, lets say.

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