#protect your pancakes theo

[her-devils-advocate]

Nap the pain away.

♥. Genre: Fluff

♥. pairings: Napoleon/reader

♥. content warnings: None

♥. notes: Napoleon helps you with your period pains with the best way he knows how, a small nap.

This has most likely already been done so many times but after struggling with complications with mine for almost a full month, I wanted to do my own take on how he would look after the MC!

♥. Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45959077

♥. Word count: 749

Gripping the handle of the feather duster so tight that your knuckles grow shockingly pale, you groan to yourself as you hobble towards the wall, lowering down to sit with your back against it. 

You throw the duster down beside you with an unexpected annoyance invading your mood, not trusting your now shaking hands to not accidentally knock over one of Le Comte's expensive decorations.

The day had started well, unusually well considering what you knew was awaiting you, ready to strike when you least expected it. But between watching Theo drown a dozen pancakes in syrup until they were floating and chatting with Jean about his upcoming day at the weapon shop, you had been left hopeful that you would be granted an extra day before the violent storm within showed up to torment you for the next couple of days.

With a few pained murmurs, you bring your knees up to your chest to try and lessen the dull ache within your abdomen as you rest your head on your knees. Sending a silent prayer to anyone listening that the pain remained contained within your abdomen, rather than travelling up and down your back and legs as well. Of course you didn't get as lucky as you had hoped today, your period had struck with a vengeance. Sending shockwaves of dull aches throughout your abdomen and hips, making it a challenge to stand up, let alone walk.

You hold back a groan as you try to stand, only to feel a strong hand on your shoulder, gently keeping you in place as he kneels down to bundle you in his arms instead. Resting your head in the crook of his neck, you smile up at your saviour in a slight daze. Feeling your eyes fall upon him, he looks down at you with a subtle smirk painting his handsome features.

“Looks like you still need me to protect you, nunuche.” He lets out a low chuckle at the mock glare you throw him before his smirk fades into a warm smile. “Come, let's get you settled in bed. You are clearly in no state to continue with the chores, so I’ll let Sebas know that you are taking the next few days off. No protesting.”

You give him a small appreciative hum as he glides through the hallways with you cradled safely within his arms, leading you to his room and delicately placing you upon his bed, taking extra care to keep you still as he tucks you within the silken sheets. His expression is soft as he watches you snuggle into the sheets, inhaling his scent before wincing at the jolt of pain shooting through you. Before you get the chance to speak, you feel warm fingers weaving through your hair.

“Is there anything I can get for you, mon amour? Some chocolates or medicine to help with the pain?” His voice is a low murmur as he continues to glide his fingers through your hair, idly playing with the strands as he does. “I hate how much you suffer with this, I wish there was more I could do for you.”

With a small shake of your head, you lift your gaze to meet his concerned one, giving him your best puppy dog eyes as you open your arms wide, the soft sheets falling down as you reach for him impatiently.  

“If you want to help… Hold me, please?” Before you can say anything else, you feel his strong arms wrap around you as he lays beside you, bringing him to rest against his broad chest. You let out a sigh as you feel his warm hands rest against your abdomen, placing just enough pressure to help ease a small amount of pain. “Thank you, Napo.”

He places a tender kiss upon the top of your head before resting his chin over it. “You don’t need to thank me, you know that I would do anything for you, my nunuche. But for now, get some rest. I find a good nap can help with almost anything.” 

Despite not being able to see his face, you can almost feel the smile as he gets ready for yet another nap. Before you could even pretend to be against the idea, you feel your eyes grow heavy as you melt into his hold, drifting off to sleep within his strong arms, trusting him to fight away your pain until you are rested enough to fight it off yourself.

#♥. writing #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp napoleon #ikemen vampire napoleon #napoleon x reader

[alby-rei]

Piano Heist (Arthur x MC)

a/n: In which MC can’t resist the urge to steal Mozart’s piano, and Arthur pays for it. 

[Characters]: MC, Arthur, Mozart, and Theo

[Genre]: Comedy with a hint of pining  

[Warning]: One Very Angry Austrian None

~*~

Do you ever get that feeling…?

When the more forbidden something is, the more you really want it?

When all logic and reason tell you to look away, to let go of your inner desires?

What I’m referring to, of course, is the desire to play on Mozart’s precious fortepiano.

Every time I walked by his room, and the sound of his elegant performance drifted through the hallway, I could feel my fingers twitch at the thought of doing the same. And today was no different.

Mozart was out to rehearse with his orchestra, and I was in charge of cleaning his piano room.

Okay, more like I appointed myself in charge of cleaning his piano room.

The more I darted around the magnificent instrument that sat proudly in the middle of the secluded room, the more my mind began to swarm with plans to steal it, to take it for myself. No other piano has made me feel this way…

…except maybe the modern Steinway, but that wasn’t invented yet… 

I circled the piano, shifting my gaze between it and the door. I carefully walked towards the open door that led to the hallway. I leaned against the door frame to scan the hall for any signs of vampiric presence.

None. My mind was set. 

I’m stealing Mozart’s fortepiano.

I looked down at the legs of the piano. It looked like wheels were installed.

Must’ve been recent, perfect! 

I unlocked them, moving behind the piano to start pushing it towards the door. I struggled with the sheer mass of it, but I kept going. I wasn’t going to back out now.

I had about half of it through the double doors barely; it was a tight fit. I winced every time any edge of the piano made even a hint of a scraping sound.

Just then, I heard a low whistle rightward outside of the door. A mop of blue hair peaked inside. Identical blue eyes narrowed with a mischievous grin to match. All the telltale signs of one curious Arthur Conan Doyle.

“What do we have here, luv?”

I brought the piano to an abrupt halt and stood leaning on it casually. 

“…Nothing.”  

“Well, it seems to me a lot like you’re trying to snatch Wolfie’s piano.”

I stared long and hard back at his keen azure eyes, my position unchanging.

“No shit, Sherlock.”

He flinched. His grin melted off of his face into something between a grimace and a pout.

“MC!!” He whined, “You know I don’t like being compared to that woman-hating bloke.”

“Shhhhhh!” I attempted to hush discretely and assertively. I paused, on the lookout for any signs of more vampiric movement.  

None.

I rolled my eyes at his insistent snickering.

“I am taking this piano for myself, now are you going to help me, or do I have to eliminate you first?”

“Eliminate me? Last I checked, I won our last bet, and you owe me a favor.”

“You cheated! I called out your loophole and you still haven’t paid up for that.”

“…alright, dove, I’ll relent this time, but I’m not back down from my favor rights.”

The thought of Mozart’s absolutely livid expression when he finds out about this was an utter delight to the resident troublemaker.

“Oi!” I glared at the sudden feeling of contact from a gloved hand, swatting the offensive hand away.

“You’re not getting any favor until this mission is completed, Sir Arthur.”

“Alright, alright. Just don’t call me Sir again. It’s much too formal for us, pretty bird.”

Arthur proceeded to push the piano, flashing a practiced flirty wink to me.

I could not roll my eyes any further back than I already did. This man never rests, does he? Not that I minded.

Not that I would ever admit to him that I did not, in fact, mind it.

‘Focus. Piano. Mine. First.’

“Where are we taking this to anyways?”

“Your room,” I answered instantly, “Duh.”

~*~

It was a long day at rehearsal. Mozart’s entire body ached from standing, conducting, yelling, and just being out in public in general. He rubbed his temples insistently on his carriage ride home with Jean, praying he could just be in his piano room at last.

Arriving after sundown, Mozart made a beeline for his room to change clothes, then to his sacred piano room. He had a stack of sheet music tucked under his arm, as he went to unlock the room.

Wait. It was already unlocked.

Oh no. Oh no.

He opened the door with the force of a hurricane. His lavender eyes wide and enraged. The sheet music scattered on the floor haphazardly.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

The vampire composer’s sadness and sorrow could be heard loud and clear in every corner of the mansion. The crows flew off of their tree branches, the squirrels scurried off into the wilderness, and the worms hid beneath the dirt. But none of these creatures were half as terrified as the mansion’s residents.

Well, almost all of the residents.

Two lovely troublemakers leaned against the subject of Mozart’s anguish, laughing hysterically together. We currently settled in Arthur’s room with the hostage piano standing proud, nestled between his bed and his writing desk. The chaise-lounge was moved to the side for space. The fortepiano’s solid white wood contrasted with Arthur’s dark oak furniture, creating a magical air to it. It carried itself like a precious treasure out of a dragon’s den. 

Our laughter died down as I slid Arthur’s chair in front of the guest piano of honor, sitting elegantly as I would in front of an audience. I brought my hands gingerly over the keys, softly pressing to play excerpts of pieces I learned in the 21st century.

Arthur slowly settled into his chaise-lounge on the sidelines. It may have started as a prank, but now he deemed himself the luckiest man in the world to be the sole audience member in this moment.

The moment was interrupted by the sound of a furious Mozart loudly announcing his presence in the room next to us. The suddenness of it caused me to strike a harsh dissonant chord that surely reached the composer’s ears.

‘Shit shit shit shit.’

Wordlessly, I flattened myself on the floor and rolled under Arthur’s bed to hide, leaving Arthur to confront Mozart’s rage single-handedly. Luckily for me, Arthur was too caught up by the sound of Mozart’s entrance to notice. 

“Arthur…” Mozart was seething, every word dripped with venom, “what is my fortepiano doing in your room?”

Mozart’s expression was deadly calm, but the intensity in his eyes caught Arthur off-guard.

“Mozart, mate, you see… Me and—” Arthur’s confident aura dissipated as he found no MC behind the piano anymore.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t report you to le Comte.”

Arthur received his second shock of this conversation. His mind swirled with flashbacks to Comte’s relentless scolding and subsequent punishments.

“I… have none. But what I can do is help you return it to its original place.”

THE Arthur Conan Doyle... bargaining? I pressed my lips to avoid making a sound as I shook from laughter.

“Help me?! This is all your responsibility to put back without a single scratch.”

Arthur’s eyes darted for a split second to the edge of the piano.

Uh oh, Mozart noticed.

“ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE, YOU DARE DAMAGE MY PIANO?!”

Needless to say, Arthur would expect an earful from le Comte after the earful he just received from Mozart. Oh, he was definitely going to abuse his favor from MC after this.

Once the sound of their footsteps grew fainter with time, I slowly rolled out to run where no one could hear my laughter that was kept bottled up for the past 30 minutes.

I stumbled a bit as I tried to compose myself in the hallway when—

“Oi, Hondje. What are you off giggling about?”

Despite having calmed down from my previous laughing fit, recalling the past hour’s events got me doubling over in laughter again. I held up a hand as a signal to give me a minute. Theo pinches the bridge of his nose, muttering something about his time being precious.

“Ok, so basically…”

As I told him everything that unfolded, Theo went from facepalming to slightly shook to cracking a smile at Arthur’s demise.

“You brilliant Hondje,” he chuckled unexpectedly. 

I straightened up and courtsied as dramatically as I could muster with arms outstretched.

“Why, thank you.”

His smirk straighted into a line, his eyes carrying a challenging glint, “Pull that shit on me and I won’t let you go that easy.”

“Oh, I’d like to see you try to stop me,” while maintaining eye contact, I pointed a finger at his chest, “you’re next.” 

MC: 1, Arthur: 0

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[writer-akihiko]

Hello! New follower here, love your work!

Can I request an MC that just came out of a bad relationship before coming to the IkeVamp mansion? For Arthur, Theo and Mozart if possible. If you don't feel comfortable with the topic feel free to not do it!

Thx ♥️

He's Not Worth It: Arthur, Theo + Mozart

An ask that I had a lot of fun doing! Also, welcome new follower. I tried to give the MC in these scenarios different kinds of bad relationships [if that makes sense] so there are a few warnings, but the boys are loving. Cut for length.

Warnings: mentions of neglectful relationships, mentions of cheating, mentions of lying + promise breaking, mentions of emotional manipulation

Arthur Conan Doyle

For as much as he flirted with you, he thought you were going to push him away. To his surprise, you weren't welcoming but you were… surprised

He never stopped his flirtatious behaviour, but it intrigued him that you almost… appreciated his many pick up lines, and his closeness to you

You two were comfortable around each other. It was as if you knew each other for centuries with how you both worked around each other

A relationship was quick to bloom, and shortly after Arthur confessed about his own past to you. And in reply, you did the same…

You captured Arthur's much larger hands in yours, kissing the tips of his fingers as he finishes his tale about his past. You understood him in a way, which simply furthered his curiosity about you. Arthur was quick to wrap his hands around yours, before kissing the top of your hand. "I can tell you want to tell your story as well, my love."

You nodded, your shoulders shrinking as you tried to gather your courage. Arthur's presence and soft encouragements were enough to get you out of your meek shell. You lifted your head, looking straight at Arthur. "The truth is… the moment I came to mansion was just the day after I separated from my previous lover."

Now this… this was something he couldn't predict. He let you continue, far too surprised to have any input of his own. You took a deep breath once more. "It wasn't a good relationship. He… He was neglectful of me, and thought lowly of me. I've never received a compliment once from him, since he'd always say I was undeserving of any. So when you walked into my life, I…"

Arthur's arm wrapped around your waist, pushing you onto his lap. Your frame locked in perfectly with his, as his other hand crept to your cheek. You leaned into his warm hand, as he pressed a soft, yet loving kiss on your lips this time, cradling your head into the kiss. He was the first one to pull away, his eyes half-lidded with the drunk taste of you.

"Oh my love… How could such a monster touch you? It disgusts me, but that man should be grateful that he's in another timeline," He muttered. His hands adjusted your position, as if you were straddling him. "YN, I'll make you forget him. I swear on it, by drowning you in so much affection that you'd never find yourself lacking in love ever again…"

Theodorus Van Gogh

Theo was not someone who approached you first. Well, perhaps it was a lie since he was lured by the scent of the pancakes to the kitchen…

Initially, he and you got along, with the occasional teasing. The conversations moved onto him talking about his business, particularly with him dealing with artist

Despite your admittance for never understanding it, he couldn't get why you were so eager to hear his stories. He'd turn red when you tell him to go on

A relationship was bound to bloom, yet Theo wanted to know the reason behind your constant compliment to him

Although your relationship just began, Theo didn't rush into such things as physical affection. He respected your boundaries, since Theo didn't want to overwhelm you. It made him jump at every chance to hang out with you, in this day, particularly with making pancakes with you. "What is it that you want to tell me about?"

You knew it was coming. Before accepting Theo's confession, you had told him that there were your boundaries, considering what happened to you. You snapped out of your thoughts, feeling Theo's palm on the small of your back. He was gentle with you, for as curt as he was. "Listen well Theo," You said. "Before you… there was another man in my life. And… he didn't treat me well, per say."

Theo's hand balled into a fist, but your hand brushed over his bicep, as if to calm him down. "I'm okay Theo," You told him. His muscles relaxed, but he tugged you to his side, as if to protect you from those memories. You continued with your story. "He… was a very manipulative man. Even though he's cheated multiple times, I somehow find myself accepting him. One day I couldn't take it anymore, so I left him."

Theo pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, muttering, "You did good, Hondje. If I ever meet him I'll give him a few punches for you…"

His aggression was almost adorable. You returned another kiss to him, right under his jaw. "Theodorus Van Gogh… the trust and love you've shown me… it's beyond my words on how it's healed me."

His arms gathered underneath your thighs, abruptly lifting you to meet his gaze. The stares did not last, as Theo peppered butterfly kisses on your neck and collarbone, with mutters of praise and 'Gosh I love you's in between. It was then, for the first time, you replied with a soft "I love you too, Theo."

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Mozart is not someone who was initially friendly towards you, but you openly respected that he was honest with you. It was odd to him, that you took such insults with a smile…

The usual talks in between your cleaning never furthered into anything much, that was until Mozart made a promise to take you out to town in exchange for your assistance for cleaning his piano so well

He found it strange that you were so expectant of it, but at the same time you were hesitant with it. He misunderstood it as you being embarrassed since it could be taken as an invitation to a date

In the end, he was a stiff mess, incapable of holding your hand as his mind kept scolding himself for being upfront with you. It was then, with a tug of his sleeve, you got his attention at the isolated hill, overlooking the town below…

"Thank you for keeping your promise, Mozart," You said, your hand feathering his own, as if about to grasp his hand. His hand was the first to encircle your wrist like you were about to disappear from the crowd, but not a single soul was seen. You smiled, meeting eyes with him. Your free hand brushed the tendrils of his hair out of his eyes, revealing those lavender hues that you love so much.

He huffed, embarrassed that he didn't groom himself properly. He was in a rush, trying to make it on time. To your thanks, he reciprocated with fully gripping your hand, his slender fingers grasping onto your coarse hands. The silence was broken by Schelm, who had found a field mouse for himself to play with.

The conversations were mild, but around you Mozart was more… open than he'd usually be. He was unsure what prompted him to ask about your nuance behaviour, but the reply was worth his annoyance and anger.

"My past lover was someone who never kept promises," You shuffled in your place, looking at the ground. "I didn't… have any hope for anyone's promises afterwards. When you upheld your promise, I was overwhelmed."

"Such a waste of human," Mozart muttered, his grip on your hand tightening, as if to console you. Sure, he's had experience with those kinds of people, but to push someone like you to a point… It was unacceptable. It was a moment out of love for you that he was angry, but it was much more important to tend to you than his own rage.

He pulled your hand to his lips, feathering a kiss on your hand. His eyes bore into your own, as he whispered. "I'll make a promise to you then, YN. A promise to love you, if you'll allow me," He said, another arm lingering just above your waist, your bodies getting closer and closer. Another quick kiss was to your cheek, as he leaned to your ear. "And the day I break that promise will be the day that my own heart breaks for you."

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[shespeaksinsongs]

Fiorellaaaaa!!! How are you doing angel?

I got plenty of ideas YAY

Food fight w the Slytherins and Draco trying to protect you but you shove your ice cream in his face and he starts chasing you around the Great Hall

HI MARCELA I AM DOING GREAT NOW THAT YOU TEXTED ME 😁😁

“Get her, Blaise!” Theo yelled across the Slytherin table, tossing him a squished pancake and half-empty syrup bottle

Blaise screamed just for the hell of it, chasing Pansy around like a wild goose.

“Ah!” Pansy exclaimed, falling dramatically onto the floor of the Great Hall. “I’ve been shot! Please help me, Y/N!” Pansy yelled, leaning over stains on the floor to tap her shoes.

“No!” Draco yelled, running in front of Y/N, cupping her body so she wouldn’t be victim to Pansy’s cunningness.

“Have it your way, then.” Pansy sighed, throwing a colossal chocolate chip cookie at Draco’s head, leaving crumbs in it.

“Hey!” Draco yelled, dusting off his head. “Can you check to see if I still have food on my hair?” Draco asked urgently, turning his back to Y/N.

“Sure, love.” Y/N smiled mischievously, getting an idea. She eyed Blaise to hand her the ice cream cone he had ready to throw at Y/N behind her back.

Blaise nodded eagerly, grinning like a dog with a bone as he handed Y/N the vanilla cone.

“It’s out now, love, you can turn around.” Y/N said, holding the ice cream cone up to his face. Right as he turned around, she smashed the cone into his face, digging the cold treat into his face, making sure his entire face was paper white like the vanilla ice cream.

Draco took a deep breath. He brought two hands up to dig holes into his eyes where the ice cream was. He popped his eyelids open, looking like the phantom of the opera. Then, lunging forward, grasped Y/N, tickling her so her defenses were low.

“Come on, darling, give me a kiss!” He teased, leaning toward Y/N as their giggles filled up the Great Hall.

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[archetype-earth]

to know that you were there will be enough for me—jean d’arc/gn.reader

Soft hands run themselves over Jean's face, warmth flowing over his features. Thumbs pressed up against his closed eyes, pointer fingers rubbing his temples gently, palms cupping his cheeks lovingly. Their fingers fall from his face, their arms instead coming up to wrap themselves around his body. Though he wants to, Jean is unable to hold their waist in return. They hug him, embrace him to the point of pain, squeezing tight and unwilling to let go. But they do. Their warmth fades, their existence itself being swept away by the cruelty of the world around them. Jean doesn't want to open his eyes. There's nothing awaiting him if he does, and so he chooses to simply stand and pretend as if nothing has happened. He doesn't know how long it's been since you've passed, but rather than focus on that, Jean reminds himself of the times when you were there. When you taught him how to read, how to write, how to open up again, how to love once more. When you were there to kiss his burn scars, to kiss his hand like you were a knight protecting him, to kiss him on the mouth like a prince waking up the sleeping princess from his fairytale nightmares. To say he's forgotten how that felt would be incorrect, despite the time that's dragged on without you. The lessons you've taught, the gifts you've given him, you yourself—is something Jean would never forget. White lilies grace the halls in your stead, Sebastian so graciously letting him decorating the manor in your honor. He washes the dishes instead of you, does the laundry, goes out shopping, engages with the residents. He plays with the kids in town, helping out Napoleon and Isaac. Arthur teaches him how to play every game, how to cheat without letting the opponent know. Theo gives him an extra pancake every now and then, and Vincent paints the memory of you to gift him. Dazai exchanges letters with him, and Mozart shows him his latest piece. Leonardo and le Comte keep him company in the late nights where he is unable to get his mind off of you. In that field of flowers, Jean rests. The wind tussles his hair gently, almost as if you're messing with it. Every touch from the lilies makes him think it's you, rubbing his cheek with your thumb like you used to. The warm sun reminds him of your love, and the cool moon reminds him of just how refreshing you were. The stars blink down, and he imagines all too easily of how you pointed out the constellations you knew of. Your smile was bright, excited, eager to show him the natural beauty of this world that he used to hate so. But even with all the beauty in the world combined would not compare to the smile you had. All sorts of gifts are propped up against your grave; the odd characteristics of the residents shown clearly. Jean allows himself to smile openly at the eccentricity of his housemates, something he wouldn't have been able to do if not for you. All the times he's shared with them, with you, replay themselves over and over in his head, and he offhandedly wonders if it's started to rain. He places his usual white lilies where you lay, next to the notebook where he still writes to you, even if you can't respond back. His handwriting's gotten better over the years, subconsciously taking the traits that you had. Jean whispers softly about his past week, how well he was getting on with the others, how work was going good, that he can finally manage to sit by your grave without sobbing. Every word that he speaks is dripping with love, with sadness, with longing. It never gets easier, he thinks, it only gets further from the day that it happened. But, dear God, he is so glad that he was able to meet you. Regardless of the pain and hurt that came with your passing, Jean never regrets meeting you, hanging out with you, learning with you, falling in love with you. He won't forget about you, that's for sure. Death is not something Jean actively wishes for, but the soft dirt where you lay is the most comforting bed he's ever had in his life.

#ikemen vampire #jean d'arc #jean d'arc x reader #ikevamp #.writing #tumblr pelase dont mess up my formatting

[annicaax]

You're The Only one

Ikevamp Fanfic. by Me.

Lecomte X Reader.

Word count: 1167

Genre: Romance/Fluff

Rating: All

Written in MC/your POV. Just like in the game. Hope ya like.

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 I bring the specially made cinnamon pancakes to the dining table. Sebastian carries the other dishes and as we serve breakfast I'm surprised by how we have all started out without le Comte. 

I know he's gone on a short trip out of Paris for a night. I know but still I imagine his smile, and grace and nearly forget that I'm pushing some dozen pancakes into Arthur's plate.

"Good gracious! Food, why, a great way to get a bloke to swoon, eh?"

I barely notice him smirk, stunned as he takes my hand lifting it up to his face.

Oh. I can pull my hand back. I'm sure that's what I'd have done but a larger hand envelops mine and pulls it away from Arthur's lips!!

This touch-- these fingers--- Comte!!

I turn my head and there's my beloved, the charismatic smile still in place, he's quite the imposing figure standing next to me.

“Arthur-- even if you must jest, you should learn not to wander anywhere near my lady. ma cherie is mine. Mine and mine alone…”

I blush. It's not everyday that he's this direct. My embarrassment comes in sync with a couple of wolf whistles. 

"Way to go, hondje! Never thought the day would be here when I'd hear such sappy love declarations from comte, let alone witness his possessive streak,” Theo says with a huge grin

“I think it's cute,” says Vincent in an angelic tone. 

Isaac stays embarrassed, biting into his apple. I'm glad these are the only ones near the table.

“Comte beat me to it,” Arthur now says with a dramatic sigh, letting Sebas destack his plate.He adds, with a pout, “I’m capable of eating more pancakes, though…”

“You're not getting any!” Theo narrows his eyes at Arthur, “also Sebas... Pass me the syrup. Though I’ve just witnessed a sickening sweet love act, I do need some syrup on my pancakes.”

Oh my! Theo never holds back, does he? And Sebas is something. His face is still stoic. But I do say there's a hint of a smile on his face. I know that. I can detect that after working alongside him for this long. 

And ah, my cheeks warmup, noticing that le Comte is next to me and his hand is still resting on mine. I try to pull away, feeling Theo's and everyone's eyes on me. But le Comte tightens his hold on me. 

With a swift tug, he pulls me to him. And my world shrinks and spins around me.

In the next instant we find ourselves in the garden.

Whoa! I can't believe he'd use his powers to get away from some healthy dose of teasing. Oh, well, I wanted to get away too...but how long can I run? How will I run? That’s our home… and those are our friends!

But I’m still happy! All of a sudden, I feel giddy, realizing that I'm with my beloved after so long. 

“I can't believe... Was that shadow warping? When did you come? Also, that was my first time experiencing that, so it's awesome!”

I grin at Saint Germain, but he only looks away with a sigh.

“Ma Cherie, there's a lot I can do… a lot that you don’t know…”

I want to ask him to show me… show me everything he is, but he goes on to talk.

“I can't show you everything, but you saw something just now. This is my first time... in four hundred years... I can't believe I've turned into this… someone who's desperately hopelessly in love…”

I’m speechless. My heart beats wildly out of joy, but he is hell bent on giving me more and more happiness.

“But I believe I'm only like this because it's you, ma cherie... You're my only one.... even if it were to take a thousand more years, I'm sure this is how things are destined to be… you and me… together like this.”

What more can I say? I love, love my Comte.

I smile at him overcome with love. I barely stop myself from hugging him. I want to say something, anything, but words fail me, and he takes this opening, speaking again.

“So you better take responsibility for what you did, ma Cherie…”

The confident gentleman, the hedonistic vampire is back again. Saint Germain takes my hand, dips elegantly and goes down on one knee. He pulls out something from his pocket. 

My heart thunders! Is this what I think it is… A… a proposal?

No. But instead what I see is a glittering watch made out of gold and pearls, with an attached charm bracelet. It's so beautiful.... I'm in awe.

This isn’t a ring. There’s time for that, but this gift is equally lovely. I do love when he pampers me. I smile and accept my gift, watching him put it on me.

“Thank you."

I whisper my thanks, looking him in the eye.

“Thanks again, but I'm very much capable of protecting myself…”

I remind him just in case, and he presses his lips to my knuckles. 

“I know,” he smiles ruefully, golden eyes narrowing, glittering bangs of gold cascading down in his forehead. He looks gorgeous in the sunlight. “...but I couldn't stop. I'm a man who loves you, ma Cherie.”

This man, he knows how to make me go weak in the knees. I'm flattered but I also want to give him a taste of his own medicine.

“Mon Cher…” I lean down so I can whisper the words into his ear, “I'm a woman who loves you too…”

I kiss his forehead and emphasize my words. “Forever until eternity.”

Le Comte freezes. 

“What brought this on…”

He murmurs, but I kiss his cheek before he can recover.

“What brought this on? Well, maybe the answer is love... I love you ... I missed you…”

This time I press a kiss to his lips 

“Mmm--”

Still knelt before me, he makes a noise. He’s like a prince out of a fairytale! My only prince! Ah, and I know it's my time to get away. My cheeks heating up, I attempt to pull away. But my hand is still in his--

“I remember I have to water the flowers.”

I try to make my escape, but he tightens his hold on my hand.

Rising up to his feet, he pulls me so I fall against his chest.

“Think you can water the plants after you've tempted me, ma cherie?”

Comte... The mischievous glint in your eyes, oh my God, what have I gotten myself into... 

I wonder this, and his lips touch mine. I close my eyes and I feel myself fade away-

Together... We shadow warp... To…

(Now it's your turn to imagine where Comte took you)

***

There. I'm a lazy ass writer but I've been writing fanfiction since I’m a kid, and I’ve already graduated. Lol. Wrote something after so long. I know it's a fluffy tidbit. I don't know if ya guys like it but as someone who's waiting for his English route (spoiler free) this is what came to my mind. I hope y'all liked it. Comments are welcome. Reblog And Heart it if you like. Thank you! I do hope to write more in future. If ya guys want it/like it.

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[saphyhowl]

I have an RQ, write about Le comte having a day off

Comte had attempted to elaborate a list of all the activities he desired to do on his day off for the fourth time. He glanced at the clock. Two hours left before dinner. Then, he would be free of all his obligations and his day off would start even earlier than he had anticipated. No more checking if everyone had drunk their rouge or blanc. No fearing for an unexpected guest waltzing through his door. A whole day without worries was a rare occasion for Comte. However, he had yet to find a complete list of activities to do on his day off. You would think that as a man gifted with immortality, Comte would have all the time to fulfill all his lifelong wishes. That had been the case before he had offered the residents of this mansion, the gift of life.

An idea popped in his head and he eagerly wrote it down before it would fade away from his mind.

“A bath!” he exclaimed out loud.

He then scribbled something again as he hungrily whispered the word “chocolate”. The ideas finally flowed out of his mind and after some time Comte was satisfied with the list of activities for his day off. He stood up and went straight towards his wardrobe.

“Spending the day in pajamas?” he thought out loud.

Comte pondered whether a dignified noble like him should follow MC’s advice and give in to the temptation of being lazy for a day.

The next day, Comte was soaking in his bath, a book in his hand and a cup of coffee in the other. This was pure bliss, all the stress washed away. How calm it was today. Comte sipped his coffee. At this hour, everyone would be awake and would be enjoying their breakfast. Why were they so calm? Comte shook his head and tried to immerse himself back into the book.

A faint thud coming from the lower floor almost stirred him out of his reading, but he pushed the urge to check on the strange noise aside.

As he soaked in the bubbles surrounding him, Comte heard another thud followed by a voice proffering an insult. Comte almost thought he heard the name “Dazai” as well.

“That’s it!” Comte sighed.

He stepped out of the tub and put on his bathrobe. He carefully dried his feet before sliding them in his slippers and made his way towards where all the muffled noises occurred.

The dining room. A place that had witnessed several fights and arguments. Logically, the noises had to come from this room. Comte violently opened the door to catch the troublemakers in the act.

Comte froze. All the residents were sitting together at the table, visibly in the midst of their breakfast. They turned their heads to see a half-drenched Comte in a bathrobe anxiously looking around the room.

“You might want to close that bathrobe a tad more, Comte,” Arthur suggested.

Theo choked on his pancakes.

“You were not fighting?” Comte asked.

They all shook their heads.

“Do you want us to?” Theo asked confused.

Comte did not answer and left the room grumbling to himself that he had imagined things.

Back to the bath in which the water had turned lukewarm. Comte snatched his book and decided to sit in his armchair instead. As he read on, he eventually grabbed some chocolates from the box on the table next to him. In the background, he could still hear voices coming now from the garden. He managed to remain focused on his book until a discussion tore him away from his reading for good.

“Oh hello, little bees! Theo, look at the bees. How wonderful nature can be- Ah!” said Vincent in his usual cheerful voice.

“Sebastian! Vincent got stung by a bee. Damn those bees! ”Theo shouted.

“Did you know bees die after they sting you?” Arthur explained.

An ominous silence and then the clear sound of someone punching a person.

“What was that for?” Arthur complained.

“Sebastian! They are fighting again,” Isaac warned.

There was a sound of hastened steps crunching the gravel.

Meanwhile in Comte’s room, Comte was now finishing his third box of chocolate. The book had been long tossed on the floor. His knees were jumping up and down nervously. He was waiting for the right time to intervene. No, Sebastian had it under control. Comte munched on another chocolate piece..

A shadow passed his window.

“I am coming to your rescue Arthur,” Dazai said.

“Dazai! No jumping from the windows, especially the third floor,” MC scolded Dazai.

 A window opened on the right side of Comte’s chambers.

“Will you all just shut up! I cannot concentrate.” Mozart complained from his window.

“Arthur, we do not give the finger in this house.” Sebastian scolded.

The scolding continued in the garden while Comte was opening every drawer in his room to find the earplugs he had once found in the modern age during his numerous trips. As soon as he found them and put them on, the voices from outside became muffled. With a sigh of relief, he lied down on his bed to enjoy a nerve-calming nap. He concentrated his thoughts on relaxing his mind and preventing it to spiral around the wellbeing of the other residents.

Something tugged on his sleeve, but he ignored it. His body was gently being shaken, but he found refuge under the covers. Something tickled his feet and he jumped upright, clearly awake. He took his earplugs out and glared at the intruder…Intruders. The whole household was solemnly standing around his bed.

“How? Wh-What are you all doing in my room?” Comte asked.

“You slept until dinner time. We thought you were dead.” Arthur said and got a flick on the forehead from Napoleon.

“It is time for dinner and as we all know some of us caused a lot of trouble today. To apologize for disturbing the much-deserved rest you needed on your day off, we decided to have a special dinner outside in your name Comte,” MC explained as she glared at the culprits, namely Dazai and Arthur.

Comte blinked several times as he fully grasped what was occurring. How foolish he was to desire a day off on his own! He was bound to them all, having a day off meant isolating himself from them. While they annoyed him, made him worry countlessly, he did enjoy their company greatly and truth be told he had found it hard to ignore them.

They waited outside of his room to let him change accordingly. Comte was back to his impeccable self.

“Now Comte, please just focus on the path ahead and think about all the nice food Sebastian prepared for us.” Vincent beamed at Comte.

“Is that a hole in the wall?” Comte blinked in astonishment as he passed by a gaping hole on the wall where there used to be paintings.

“Now, it may smell like something burned, but rest assured we managed to put out the fire,” Leonardo added.

Comte blinked again in shock and only managed to whisper how one day Leo would all kill them by accident because of his smoking habit.

The crowd ushered Comte outside and into the garden before he could see the rest of their mess.

Each of them took up the task they had been entrusted to make this barbecue evening a success. Comte was given the hardest task, which was to stop worrying. There he was, enjoying the mild evening as he sipped a glass of wine. Only then, surrounded by his rather weird friends, whom he even considered family, was Comte able to fully enjoy his day off.

Then, Arthur decided to pour beer over the meat to “give it a nice taste” only to cause a large amount of smoke to spread through the garden and making everyone cough. Jean, who had been calm and peaceful until now, panicked. His warrior instinct kicked back in as he tried to protect MC, carrying her around the garden, and shouting at the top of his lungs: “Take cover!”.

Comte held onto his wine amidst the chaotic crowd trying to calm Jean down. “A peaceful day off indeed,” he sighed.

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I believe the people in this mansion have no day off  or privacy whatsoever lol. I hope you enjoyed it @crystallikelaw. 

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[mansions-maiden]

Helloooww againnnnn xD

Thank you so much for taking my request before (arthur mc switch place). Sooo i wanna request again if you have timeeee xD

About young mc was a mischievous kid, problem child and often got spanked by her mom back then. So i wanna request the scenario of mc suddenly become a little girl and 12 of them will dealing with her shit*y mischievous behavior xD. Kinda wanna see they got tired and traumatic to have children xD

Thank you so much before and i love you so muchhhhh ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

this was so much fun to write! and sorry it was late! I was busy with school work and the first draft got deleted. so had to rewrite it from the scratch. T-T. wrote it long as a compensation! Enjoy the reading! And second request from the same person! Love you too❤💕

word count: 2K.

The sun rose in the east and dyed the streets of 19th century France in it’s orange hue. Sebastian went to wake MC up as she didn’t wake up yet.

*rap rap* “MC! wake up! It’s morning already!” , he knocked MC bedroom’s door for sometime and yet, there was no answer from the other side. Worried, he went to comte and grabbed the spare keys to MC’s room.

He went inside and searched for mc. But when she couldn’t be found anywhere, he called for comte and Leonardo. Hearing his calls, Leo and comte immediately came running into the room, only to find a small girl child, fast asleep amidst the silky bedsheets.

The three men looked at each other before Leonardo gently picked up the girl in his arms. A crescent smile crawled on to their lips at the sight of the little girl.

Comte took the girl from Leonardo's arms and put her on his hip, wrapping an arm around her little waist.

"who is this little girl? Where did MC go?" Comte asked looking around the room.

The girl woke up from her slumber due to all voices and movements. The three men stared at her. " Hey Leo, why do I get a feeling that this little girl is MC? her eyes look the same as our mc..ow!" Comte cried in pain while speaking as MC was pulling his blonde locks of hair painfully.

Leo laughed at Comte and Sebastian quietly snickered before composing himself and spoke" M.comte, I think we should explain the situation to residents too."

"You're right Sebastian. I shall inform them. " Comte said, finally freeing his hair from MC's grip.

MC was giggling to herself loudly.

(Aand mama Comte and papa Leonardo mode have been activated )

All the residents stared at the new arrivals in the dining hall.

" Goodness Comte! When did you become father? Congratulations on becoming father of 13 members!" Arthur spoke from one end of the table with a mischievous grin.

"stop it Arthur. I am no one's father. And this little girl here is our MC. Looks like she took something that changed her into her childhood self". Comte said with a little frown as he took his seat.

"oh really!? MC is so cute! Come here little girl!" Vincent aka the gentle angel took her from Comte and sat her on the table. "Do you want bread lil doll?" Vincent asked, giving her the baguette.

MC threw the baguette on the other side of the table ( I can hear the sound of Comte's breaking heart seeing his favorite dish being thrown away XD. )

The baguette smacked Mozart's face and a disappointed sigh was heard from him ." It's only morning and I have to deal with little MC's ruckus? She already causes enough trouble in original form.." Mozart said.

"Mama! Papa! Give me chocolates!" MC went to Comte and tugged at his cloak with her little hands.

"wait! Why the hell is she calling you mama and papa!?" Theo asked with a surprised tone to which Leonardo replied with a shrug and laugh.

“sebastian? can you buy her some chocolates? “ comte asked. Sebastian immediately went into the town. 

"You're soo cute Toshiko- little mc! I want to squish you in my arms!" Dazai said as he poked her cheeks and suddenly, a shrill scream of pain escaped his mouth. " Ahh~! Why did you bite my hand !? " Dazai screamed again looking at the red bite mark appearing on his fingers.

"No one touches mc!" Mc squealed and jumped on to the floor and began running. "Catch me if you can!" Mc ran out of the dining room and disappeared into the gardens.

Arthur, Vincent and Napoleon were soon on their feet searching for mc. "Now, where did this sneaky little girl go?!" Arthur said, wiping the sweat beads on his forehead. That's when the three heard heard the adorable giggles of a child.

They saw mc, covered in mud from tip to toe and Arthur's and Theo's dogs running and playing with her.

"Gotcha!" "Ahh~ Arthur! Hehee!" Mc squealed and wriggled , trying to escape from Arthur's grasp.

"hey! W-what are you doing?!" Arthur exclaimed suddenly as he found himself getting covered in dirt by mc. " Wowee! Noe Arthur us dirty! Napoleon! Shoo him away and throw him in the bath"

"Go and freshen up Arthur. I'll take care of her" Napoleon told Arthur and sent him into the mansion.

" Napoleon! Bend down! Bend down! Gimme a piggy back ride! "

"wai- woah!!" Napoleon was surprisingly pulled down by MC by his Cape.

And that's how MC had a whole tour of mansion with Napoleon as her personal horse.

The sun rose further into the sky and soon it was afternoon. All the vampires gathered at the dining table including Shakespeare, who was invited for lunch by Vincent.

Shakespeare heard the giggles of a child. "Why doth I hear the giggles of a child in thy mansion Comte? " Shakespeare asked searching for the source of the voice.

"our MC has turned into a child Will. Those giggles are of our MC." Vincent explained what had happened from the morning.

" oh- looks like destiny has strange ways of entertaining herself.." Shakespeare murmured to no one and called out for MC.

"Shakespeare! You're here. I have some stories for you. Do you want to listen?" Mc asked running into the dining hall.

"what may those stories be little Angel?" Shakespeare asked, making her sit in the chair next to his.

" Do you know, Theo has sweet tooth secretly. He even fills his entire pancakes with sugar syrup! He dips everything he finds in sugar syrup.! And he wants Vincent  to love only him!”

"oi little Hondje ! What do you think you're blabbering about?!" Theo rose from his seat, as he stopped  eating his sugar syrup dipped pan cakes. XD .

"Vincent! Protect me from your darling brother!" MC said hiding behind Shakespeare and sticking her tongue out at Theo.

The mansion reverberated with the laughter of residents as she went on and on telling her stories , which had some of the most embarrassing stories of residents and had left residents with burning cheeks.

After lunch, Theo called little mc and took her out into the town along with his dog King. “ MC! come here! Don’t go wandering off!” Theo was having hard time catching mc and looking after his King at the same time.

“THEO! Come here! You must see this! It’s so cute!!” MC approached Theo and dragged him by his arm. Theo turned to stone as soon as he saw what had caught the sight of mc. “Theo! Theo? ...Hello..Theo!” MC shook Theo by his arm and Theo immediately looked down at her with a flustered gaze,” Why would you want to show me a cat?! You little rascal!” Theo bent down to reach mc’s height. “Oh.. Are you afraid of cats? I’m sorry! I didn’t know that.. but! OH! I gotta tell this to all the members!”

“Don’t you dare!” Theo now ran after MC as she sped off towards mansion. Her mischief kept all the residents on high alert their toes and they didn’t even realize it was evening.

When mc was roaming through the corridors, she found Leonardo fast asleep near the library doors again and  a sudden idea popped in her mind. She woke up Leonardo and gave him a glass of water. “ Leo! I thought you might be thirsty. So I brought you a glass of water!”

Unable to resist her puppy dog eyes, he took a sip of water, only to spit it out the next instant .” What did you mix in this cara mia?!”

“uh-oh! I think  I mixed the salt without my knowledge. Thank you for saving my tongue Leo!” mc said laughing and ran off into the corridors.

Sebastian was in kitchen, cooking dinner  when he felt his waistcoat being tugged. “ Hey, peasant! Bow down to the queen! “ MC posed as a queen with crown stolen taken from comte’s room. “ Your lovely highness, I’m afraid you’re not a queen yet. But the princess of this mansion does deserve a treat. Here” Sebastian told as he kept a chocolate bar in her mouth. A sweet moan escaped her mouth as the chocolate melted in her mouth. “ Yours truly is satisfied peasant! You may continue your work!” MC said as she went off, still chewing off the chocolate in her mouth.

“It looks as if looking MC is much harder than all the 11 vampires combined together..” he sighed as he murmured to himself.

after sometime:

Isaac heard a soft knock on his door and he opened it, and found little mc with her hands behind her back and mischief dancing in her eyes. “I am here to give you this” MC said with a smile as she gave him  a paper. A sour face was made by Isaac as soon as he saw the paper she gave. “What is this?! Not you too!” Isaac cried out as he saw the drawing of Isaac saying, “I love apples” and many more drawings related to apples.

“OH MC! COME HERE!” Isaac shouted as MC ran away, laughing loudly on her way. The residents heard the commotion and came outside, only to find Isaac with a flustered gaze and panting heavily. “Who told mc about apples and me?! Now even she joined in Arthur’s cult!” Isaac told everyone and everyone burst out laughing.

Comte called her into his room and sate her in the chair across him as he asked,” Cherie? Here you go , I bought this for you. “ Comte said as he gave her the new dresses and chocolates.

“ aah!! Comte! thank you so much!! You’re my mama!!” Mc squealed as she hugged comte’s knees.  She stretched out her hand and told, “mama! say aah!” comte opened his mouth and soon found out that she had given him a chocolate. He took her into his arms and sat her on his lap, kissing her nose and forehead affectionately.

After dinner:

MC was on the couch yawning  and scrunching her eyes when comte and Mozart found her. “Are you sleepy cherie? Would you like to sleep?” Comte asked, bending down. “Yes..” “ I shall play a lullaby then. Will you listen to it MC? “ . “yeah...” mc yawned again.

Mozart told comte to follow him into his music room with mc. Mozart began playing  lullaby as soft as the wind chimes in the windy night on his piano. Comte ran his fingers through the hairs of mc as he watched her fall asleep, with her head in his lap with a smile on his face. ‘could this day get any better?’ he thought to himself as continued petting her head.

After MC fell asleep, he carried her gently in  a princess carry into the hall where everyone is gathered.

“Is she asleep?” everyone looked at mc’s sleeping face with adoration as Napoleon asked. “ I can’t believe she has the nerve to sleep after keeping us on our feet the entire day.” Theo sighed .

“ I do agree..she’s such a handful kid.. But it is the most refreshing day and most adorable thing I’ve ever seen”  Arthur said, stretching his hands above his head and laughed.

“I can’t believe one of the most feared emperor  ended up becoming a personal horse for a little girl” napoleon said rubbing his still aching back and shoulders.

“Does anyone want to have a kid here in the mansion?” Sebastian asked with a curious gaze.

“No! Having mc already in her original form is enough to us. She’s just like a big grown up baby. “ Leonardo said with a smile.

“I’m so glad that everyone thinks of MC the same way” Comte said laughing.

“We all are tired today due to her. Let’s call it a day guys..” Everyone retired to their own rooms and comte put her to sleep in her room before going to his room.

Next day, mc was back in her own form with no memories of the previous day. But everyone kept their mouths sealed for they wanted to hide their smile whenever they saw her and were mesmerized by her innocence.

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[silvanable]

If request are open, could I ask for Theo, Vincent, Leo, Arthur and Dazai finding out that MC is a manga artist/writer? Thank you so much!!

this is such a cute idea. as an artist and writer myself i take enormous pleasure it writing this and their reactions.

i switched these up a little bit, where the mc is an artist for one, a writer for another, and maybe both for yet another! i hope you enjoy~

↪  GUIDELINES

ー ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE

arthur just happens to find out on accident.

he knew that they had their hobbies and never really pried into that, it was something they did in their pastime just like how he was with his writing.

it just so happened to be that he was passing by the parlor when he noticed them inside with... was that his manuscript? and what were those other papers there?

nosiness curiosity got the best of him as he slips into the room to see what the mansion’s little visitor is up to.

he is, for once in his life, quite surprised to find the dear hunched over a pad of paper with a pencil in their hand.

he was quiet for a moment, examining what they were doing— which was clearly not writing— as their instrument moved over the page.

they shifted to look up at his manuscript, flipped a page, and was about to go back to their work when the noticed something from the corner of their eye.

arthur had leaned over the each of the seat, gaze fixed on the drawings in their lap and strewn about the table and seat.

the poor dear practically jumped out of their skin.

“arthur! don’t scare me like that!” they scolded him, face flush as they quickly tried to scramble and cover up their work.

“ah, was just curious to what you were doing, love,” he would flash them a grin and snatch up one of their papers before they could grab it.

“arthur, give it back!” they yelled in protest but he was far too quick for them.

his eyes scanned over the page, taking in the delicate lines of each character’s face and their expression, the texture and the design of the scenery and then his eyes fell to the dialogue...

“is this... holmes?” the genuine curiosity in his voice as he holds the paper out to them.

they try to snatch the page back but he jerks it up out of their reach before they can.

“yes okay! i’m sorry— i just saw your manuscript and i started reading it and... well, i just got inspired.”

now it has him curious and when arthur sets his mind to something, whether it be to unravel a mystery or get his questions answered, he’s going to get those answers.

after some encouragement, they finally admit to being a manga artist from their time— which as arthur understood was a unique artist who creates art to tell a story instead of words.

he is actually quite proud about the fact that his story is what motivated and drew out this creativity in them to the point they wanted to draw a ‘manga’ of his stories.

he absolutely keeps the page and a few other of their drawings he snatched up, every now and then when he’s working he finds himself drifting off to stare at it with a small smile.

ー DAZAI OSAMU

dazai was a writer and it seemed that the newest guest at the mansion was too.

of course, he never seemed to bring that up, as it seemed the writers of the mansion kept to themselves and wrote privately.

that was until the little darling had come stumbling up the stairs with an armful of paper.

of course they had not been looking where they were going, being rather preoccupied with trying to scribble down god-knows-what onto one of the pages, and walked straight into dazai as he was coming down.

he had acted fast, grabbing their wrist before they could tumble down the stairs, but the paper in their arms was less fortunate and thrown into the air.

“if you wanted to see me, ume-san, you could have just said so,” he greeted with his usual light and teasing voice.

the poor dear was flustered and apologizing profusely as they ducked around him, desperately trying to collect all of their paperwork.

well he was not just about to leave them like that, so dazai stooped to help them, only to find when he tried to reach for something they were quick to snatch it away.

the two made eye contact, both a look of surprise, as they stuttered out, “you don’t have to help— i dropped them.”

the reaction was rather cute but also he felt partially responsible, and because of this it became a game of who could snatch up what before the other.

“i— just— thanks, i’ll take those now!” the dear tried to take the papers from his hands once they were all collected, but the vampire danced around them breezily.

“why is toshiko-san so eager to get these back, hm?” he teased, flitting through what he had collected.

at first it was merely to poke fun, as he and arthur were known to do to people like poor isaac, but as he glanced over the notes and what looked like crude drawings he became intrigued.

those piercing golden eyes came up to a rather flustered person across from him, clearly embarrassed at having their work looked at.

“these are quite interesting,” his tone took on a strange seriousness as he handed them back, “what are they?”

even as flustered as the dear is, they take back their papers and shuffle them protectively in their arms, mutter a, “manga scripts and design ideas...”

of course the term was somewhat familiar to him, briefly recalling it being a rising trend before he died.

would become rather curious and invested in hearing about what the dear did in their time, finding it quite interesting that not only were they a writer but worked with artists to translate their stories visually.

ー LEONARDO DA VINCI

leonardo found it quite cute when he came across their little guest in their free time, seemingly distracted by whatever papers they had in their lap and strewn about them.

it was a reoccurring thing to find them like this as he wandered through the mansion on his way to his next nap.

this time though, that building curiosity of what they were doing finally seemed to reach the max and flood over as he approached them.

they did not seem to notice him from their seat on the floor until he was about a hairsbreadth from the side of their face.

“cara mia?” curse love languages not having gender neutral terms in their ear, causing the poor dear to jump out of their skin.

it was a wonder they didn’t headbutt in him the process and they all but threw themself across the floor to create some distance.

leonardo’s laughter was rather helpful to quell their panic, only for it to swift to a soft rage.

“leo— don’t ever do that again!” they scolded but by now the man had been distracted by the papers that had been haphazardly thrown in the dear’s attempt to flee danger.

golden eyes flickered over the pages as he gathered them up, some written over while other seemed to have sketches of what looked like persons.

they were quick to scramble back up to their feet and snatch the papers from leonardo, their face an uncharacteristically bright shade of red as they mumbled out, “they’re not ready yet...”

though their reaction and expression only seemed to encourage the vampire, after all, things that intrigued him he always pursued to understand investigate.

a soft hum escaped his lips as he looked down at them, only to snatch up another set up papers, ignoring the squeaks and protests to ‘don’t read it yet!’.

there was no getting them back at this point, as he used his height to his advantage against them, holding the pages high as he examined him.

and it suddenly made sense, it looked like a script and these little doodles were scenes from the scripts.

“quite creative, your story here,” leonardo handed back the pages to their flustered creator, “what is it?”

they hesitated as them shuffled the papers, hesitating for a moment before quietly, “a manga idea, something from my time, like a visual story.”

if he had not been intrigued before leonardo most certainly was now and he wanted to know exactly what sort of story they were making.

of course, he doesn’t push but he is more than willing to lend an ear for them to listen to the passionate and eager descriptions of their characters and, if needed, offer a suggest or two when they’re stuck.

ー THEODORUS VAN GOGH

having the lost pup new guest at the mansion following him while he worked was just a way to keep them out of trouble and help him out.

of course, he had never expected them to take such an interest in art as they had, marveling at every little detail, asking questions when they weren’t with a customer, and practically hanging onto every detail theo would spare.

he would never have guessed that everything they had picked up and learned from him on the job they were translating into their own work.

theo was never one particularly nosy and whatever they did in their spare time was their business as long as it didn’t mess with anything or anyone.

so imagine his irritation when they are late for breakfast and sebastian asks for him to go get them?

he walks in, ready to grab them by the arm and drag them out of their room so he might get the chance to enjoy his pancakes for a few moments of peace.

instead, he waltzes into their room finding them pouring over their desk with numerous pages scattered over the surface and stuck against the wall... and most any available space it seemed.

at first he was ready to ask them what sort of mess they were making but stopped as he began to draw closer and examine what they were doing.

it looked like they were... drawing? not that he would judge their strange style, as he was a promoter of the arts that were outside of the norm.

“oi, hondje,” he calls out to them, placing a hand on their head in a familiar way.

the squeak they make is almost laughable but he doesn’t have the chance before they recover and looking up at him quizzically.

“why are you awake so late?” it was a genuine question.

“late? it’s morning already, did you stay up all night?” theo is quick to shoot back, only to receive an even more confused expression.

that answered his question.

“what are you even working on that you would forget to sleep? i can’t have you dozing off at work you know,” he leans down over their desk and they suddenly get shy.

they are subtle, or at least try to be, as they shuffle papers and cross their arms over them, mumbling a soft ‘nothing’.

theo doesn’t take it though and instead turns his gaze up to the art displayed literally all over the room.

before they can even think to snatch drawings away he’s already asking questions, “did you draw these?” 

it takes a moment for them to respond, as they mull over a way to answer, but finally cave in to an explanation.

“yeah, i did,” they paused, expectantly staring but theo only waved his hand for them to continue.

“for a manga—something from my time, they, um, tell stories through pictures,” they explained, spreading out the papers on the desk again, “and i got an idea last night so...”

theo is thoroughly impressed, of course they have to explain further about the detailing and techniques— he’s going to ask after all.

there are times where theo will actually watch them draw, he likes to see artists in their element and this is something entirely new he wants to learn more of.

expect that he will have a sketch or two from them, would deny it, but he keeps it in the breast pocket of his coat.

ー VINCENT VAN GOGH

vincent found it quite enjoyable having another person at the mansion, especially with how they spent time with him.

of course he knew they were an artist too, it had come up one day when they were together, while he was painting and they seemed to be doing something in their notebook.

he had asked about their work and if they would let him see but they seemed to get flustered, so he let it rest, after all he wasn’t going to force them.

but still they came around to spend afternoons together, drawing or painting, in silence with the occasional conversation.

one day that they had stayed out rather late in the garden, vincent hadn’t noticed the time passing until it was too dark to continue.

as he packed up his things, he was talking, but got no response back from his friend, and when he turned around to check if they were gone, he found them asleep on the ground.

he felt rather back for not noticing earlier, seeing as the ground probably wasn’t all that comfort and that they hadn’t said how tired they were— he wouldn’t have asked them to spend time outside if they needed rest!

vincent was quiet as he approached their sleeping form, ready to gently rouse them as he outstretched his hand, but stopped as something caught his eye.

in the evening sun, the pages from their notebook were illuminated by the fading sun.

he didn’t mean to pry, truly, but he couldn’t help curiously picking up the book and examining the pages.

some were full of notes, others these beautiful drawings, and more still with a combination of both.

one drawing in particular had caught his eye, a series of scenes it seemed, of someone who looked a lot like him making his way to the gardens and painting...

“mhmm... vincent?” they peeked an eye open groggily, rubbing their face as they looked up at him sitting beside them.

“is it dark already? i’m sorry i didn’t mean to fall asleep—” they sat up, stretching, only to stop halfway through the motion when they saw their notebook in his hand.

they flushed red but vincent only smiled sweetly as he offered them the book back.

“i like your drawings,” he said softly, “they’re very beautiful.”

they were hesitant but took back their notebook, redder if it were possible, as they mumbled a ‘thank you’.

“who were the other people in your drawings?” vincent asked as he stood, holding out a hand towards them.

“uh, well,” they accepted and were pulled to their feet as they explained, “they’re fictional—not real—for a story i was doing...”

vincent cocked his head cutely to the side as he listened, “what kind of story?”

“a visual on, a manga from my time,” they explained as the both of them began to gather up their supplies.

on the way back to the mansion, vincent listened as they explained, he found it quite interesting that someone would paint out a story, but enjoyed the idea.

vincent finds the whole idea quite fascinating and often asks them about their stories afterwards.

they are still flustered to show him many of their drawings, but vincent is sweet about it each time, and has invited them to try painting their ideas on a canvas saying he would love to see how their style reflects.

definitely adores all their drawings, his favorite ones are when they do simple doodles of the members of the mansion, often claiming they’re not great, but he loves them.

absolutely reads their manga stories, whatever they’re willing to let vincent read and he is enthralled by the stories and characters.

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #vincent van gogh #Theodorus van Gogh #dazai osamu #Arthur Conan Doyle #leonardo da vinci #ikemen vampire arthur #ikemen vampire dazai #ikemen vampire vincent #ikemen vampire theo #ikemen vampire leo #ikemen vampire leonardo #ikevamp dazai #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp leo #ikevamp vincent #ikevamp theo #ikevamp headcanon #headcanons #ikevamp headcanons #manga artist #manga writer

[shookspearewrites]

Shookspeare Christmas: Theo

Day 5 my loves & here’s our darling Theo! This one came out longer than all the others ehe - I got a little carried away cause I got excited about it when writing - oops~

Enjoy!

- JJ x

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The First Noel, Theodorus Van Gogh x MC

“Pancakes aren’t really a festive food, Theo,”  the young lady sighed as her eyes scanned over the paper wish list of ‘Foods to make for Christmas day’ that the vampires had curated for her and Sebastian. “Writing the words ‘Special Christmas Pancakes’ doesn’t make them festive, you know?”

The glare Theodorus shot MC was so cold it could kill someone - Clearly, he was not feeling the whole “Goodwill to all” vibe this year. “Nee, hondje are you stupid? Vincent and I used to eat them for Christmas morning and he wants to do it again. I didn’t write that, as if I care about your stupid list.” The Dutchman scoffed at the disgruntled look on his lover’s face, a sly smirk creeping onto his face when she didn’t retort. He strode across the kitchen to wrap his arms around her, taking account of her continued silence as her glare softened, transforming into a look a scolded puppy would give, “What is it? Kat heeft je tong?”

MC returned Theo’s embrace and rested her head against his warm chest, his natural scent which was reminiscent of ginger and cloves filling her nose pleasantly. Her words were quiet, resigned, “I just want everything to be perfect, Theo. I’m afraid that I’ll get something wrong - That I’ll make a mistake and ruin Christmas for everyone.” Silence enveloped the room as she breathed heavily against her boyfriend’s body, her gaze slowly drifting up towards those beautiful eyes of oceanic blue. Theo’s expression softened as he felt the woman tremble, the stress of organising, preparing and executing the mansion’s winter festivities almost entirely on her own for the first time evident in her troubled eyes. She’d come to the mansion in the bright summer, June to be precise. And now, December knocked upon the door, bringing a long list of traditions and events with it’s cold winds.

Tenderly, the art dealer bowed his head to lay a kiss upon MC’s forehead, smiling ever so softly as he did. “You’re a smart pup, you’ll do fine.” Even though his words weren’t overly expressive and his voice was gruff, there was no malice nor sarcasm present - Just gentle encouragement, “Besides, I can teach you how to make the damn pancakes.”

“What?”

Theodorus’ hold on his lover loosened and he chuckled softly, drinking in the bewilderment on her face, “Master will teach his hondje how to make Kerst pannenkoeken. Put on an apron, unless you want to get your clothes dirty.” He pulled two cotton aprons from one of the many kitchen drawers, tossing one to the still baffled woman in front of him and tying the other around his waist. Theo watched amusedly as his darling little MC scrambled around, washing her hands and putting on the protective material in order to keep her white blouse clean. “Ready?”

She nodded triumphantly with a burst of new confidence seeming to fill her body as a smile plastered itself on her face. The couple got to baking together and eventually produced a batch of delicious, fluffy, gingerbread pancakes. Theodorus wrapped his muscular arms around MC’s torso and smiled, brushing his lips against her neck and kissing her gently. They both sampled the breakfast food that they’d made, content smiles on both of their faces, “Not bad, MC. I have a feeling that we’re going to have a wonderful christmas this year.”

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[lorei-writes]

IkeVamp - Rating Suitors

Except it’s my cats who do the rating. (Lorei from the future: It’s more of cats disqualify the suitors vs suitors disqualify the cats). I briefly introduced them before, so allow me to just put a picture here:

The black kitty - Porzeczka! Small kitty in the middle - Rzodkiew! And lastly, the reddish tabby at the very edge - Junko!

You have no idea how hard it was to find a picture with all three of them in it.

Comte de Saint-Germain

Rzodkiew - Hm. He would spoil her. An owner who will live as long as she will and who will most likely never leave her, except for few endeavors? Owner of a huge mansion? Protective? Hmm... 9/10

Junko - she would scream in his face and steal his baguette, 10/10, he would never realise it was her.

Porzeczka - suspicious cat says no, too much shade there. WAS YOUR BLOOD ETHICALLY SOURCED, COMTE? HOW? WHERE DID YOU GET ALL THIS MONEY FROM? This cat wants answers and got none. 0/10

Leonardo

Disqualified solely for how messy his surroundings are. Porzeczka likes tearing paper apart. So... I’m not sure if it’s Leo disqualifying them, or them disqualifying Leo. Regardless, poor books, notes, actually, anything in his room wouldn’t really live through it.

Theodorus

Theodorus disqualifies the cats while trembling in fear. Rightfully so. The mighty beasts haunt his nightmares in the days to come. Junko tried to lick his pancakes. A protective cat mom hissed at him and scratched him for trying to protect his property. It’s not good for his nerves.

Vincent

The benevolent cats disqualify Vincent solely because they’d hear Theo’s cries of dismay for the reminder of their lives. But you can give them pets, sunshine. They will come visit.

Arthur & Sebastian

Hmm... Actually? 

Rzodkiew - he is mildly annoying, but she could sit in his lap while he worked on his novel/journal. HM. She likes sad people, for some reason, so she’d come scream at him to make him aware that she wants to give him cuddles... Or that, you know, he should eat/sleep/drink/ DO SOMETHING HE CLEARLY ISNT DOING. 10/10

Junko - eh, nothing going for him, but nothing against him either. Perhaps a bit too smart, given how her persistence alone isn’t enough to win in the game of “hooman food get”. WHICH IS VERY DAMN GOOD, 110/10.

Porzeczka - ohh, she always comes to cuddle me when I’m being anxious, so I’m more than sure she’d do the same for Arthur/Sebas. She’s a smart kitty and he’s a smart human, probably smart enough to understand how cats communicate. She’s a very healthy kitty, so one less kitty to stress about. He’s also organized enough not to wake up in a shredded pile of his own work. 10/10

Those kitties are really loving, okay?

Jean

Dude. Have you seen your room? Not to be that person, but you haven’t provided yourself with enough environment enrichment and as much as I want to believe that cats would push you to take better care of yourself? No. You already have a tiger. Better start building some fucking enclosure, because she will grow and she will grow fast, and her playtime may turn into murder time by sheer accident. Because, you know. ACCIDENTS HAPPEN. ESPECIALLY WITH BIG CATS.

Mozart

Cats running over the keyboard, cats running over the keyboard, cats runn... Oh, imagine it, the dramatic moment of cats skimming over the piano during their zoomies, screaming at Mozar... I think Mozart disqualified the cats. 

Napoleon

I think they’d move out after a week and go into the streets begging for food, as he sleeps in until so long they’d surely starve. 

It’s a soft no, Napoleon, don’t be sad. The hard no would be urine in your bed. That would be infinitely worse, now, wouldn’t it?

Isaac

Could he say no to them? Could he? I’m genuinely asking, I don’t know. I have a feeling Porzeczka would love him. 

Dazai

Sir, first learn how to use doors, because you will have to use them once all the windows are catproofed. Your habits are a safety hazards and given how often Junko forgets that tables have well, and ending to them, it is a hard no.

Aaand the winner iiiis....

Arthur.

Solely because of the issues Sebas is facing and adding any more work on top of that could be hard to deal with :( 

#shitpost #ikevamp #ikevam #ikemen series

[leonardhoee]

Matchup

Thanks for the request @abm081104 !

I matchup you up with..

Theo!!

Your Song

At first, when you came to the mansion, Theo simply ignored you thinking that you were going to leave after a month. He felt like there was no reason to get attached to someone if they were just going to leave.

However, being as perceptive as you are about other people’s behavior, you could tell what kind of person he was within the first week of being at the mansion.

You knew that he tends to act cold, grumpy, and distant, but on the inside he is extremely loyal and protective of those he cares about and he always tries to stand up for what he believes in.

You simply decided to follow him around helping him with his work, just making his day easier in whichever ways you can. Your optimistic demeanor and actions reminded Theo of Vincent and after realizing that,he warmed up to you a lot more.

One day when you two were in town selling a few of Vincent’s paintings, you passed a café and of course your sweet toothed king Theo couldn’t resist going in for some pancakes.

It was then that both of you realized the first thing you had in common was your love for sweets. You ordered a mountain of chocolate dessert and spent the time talking about yourself and your hobbies from the future and his love for art. (He was extremely impressed that you could speak 5 languages and wanted to know if Dutch was one of them.)

Once you explained how photography works in the future he realized you had a great eye for art and beauty. You must since you’re such a great photographer. It’s like being a modern day artist!

He asked you to if you wanted to come with him to start choosing paintings for his art exhibitions. Since there aren’t cameras in that time period yet, he wanted to find some way that you can continue doing what you love. (Though he’d never admit that’s the reason he asked you to join him.)

Through that, you two became good friends (while harboring slowly developing feelings for each other).

Theo is not one to give into those feelings easily. He acknowledges that he feels something for you, but at first he doesn’t want to explore it further in fear that he’ll just end up getting hurt again.

Because of that, you decided to make the first move.

That day, you told Arthur to keep Theo distracted till after dinner time, and he came up with an “urgent mystery he couldn’t solve without Theo’s help”.

You knew how much Theo loves sweets, and spent that time baking his favorite desserts for him. It wasn’t anything super fancy but it gave you the chance you needed to tell Theo how you felt.

At night, you took him to the balcony where you set up a small picnic with the desserts you baked earlier. It was colder than you planned for and the two of you ended up wrapped in a blanket together (only because you were cold of course, not at all because Theo wanted to be closer to you😤😤) and stargazing.

To be honest you didn’t know exactly what to say and your mind went blank when the moment came for you to tell him how you feel. You ended up blurting out your feelings and kissing him on the cheek quickly before adverting your eyes because “holy shit I cannot believe I just did that”

That doesn’t last very long though because as soon as Theo recovers from his initial shock, he’s going to pull you back in for a proper kiss. The kind that really leaves your mind blank.

Your relationship isn’t that much different from your friendship, though he calls you “hondje” much less now. (Unless you want him to of course.) Both of you were already each other’s partners and now it’s just official. 🎉

He wastes no time in letting everyone know that you’re his hondje and if anyone disrespects you, they are going to be dealing with him. (Have you seen his biceps? You do not want to fight him.)

A possible source of conflict though, can be Theo’s short temper and workaholic attitude.

However, that can be easily be changed with good communication. He would never want to block you out of his life and if you told him that something is bothering you, he would do everything in his power to make you feel better.

Your happiness is truly the most beautiful work of art he can think of and he would do anything to preserve it.

He would absolutely ask you if you wanted to pose for one of Vincent’s paintings. It would be a dream come true for him. His favorite person painting his other favorite person.

Speaking of Vincent, he basically adopts you as his sister. It doesn’t matter that you and Theo might not be legally married yet. You’re his sister and if anyone says otherwise, they can eat his paintbrush.

Vince becomes this calming presence in your life and he’s where you go if you need advice about Theo or you’re feeling stressed out about life in general.

That’s not to say that Theo won’t get jealous sometimes. He has no problem letting you spend as much time as you want with Vincent but at the end of the day, he needs you.

Please cuddle him. He’s tired of acting tough all the time and sometimes he just needs a place to be loved and pampered without any judgement.

You inspire him to continue working hard for his dreams, and you gave his heart a home that it never had before.

You can fully expect Arthur to tease you about how much you love Theo when he isn’t around. It’s okay he’s actually just happy to see his grumpy friend with some light in his life.

He is very protective over you and if he ever hears about you being in distress or possible danger, he will drop everything and protect you at all costs. (Please let him, he wasn’t able to protect Vincent the first time but he wants to make sure he can protect you.)

He is absolutely whipped for you, even though he normally doesn’t show it in public. He likes to keep his hardass image intact around the other residents. However...

When he saw you playing with King one day he couldn’t keep it together. His heart absolutely melted. To him it was the cutest sight and he constantly thinks about how happy you and King looked playing fetch in the garden together.

King is now your son.

Congratulations! You guys are parents.

No matter what you’re doing, both of you will always go and walk King together. For Theo, it’s one of the few peaceful moments he gets away from the chaos of the other residents and alone on a romantic walk with you.

Moments like these are Theo’s happy place and it’s what he thinks about whenever he’s stressed out.

This man’s self care level’s are unacceptable and you will definitely need to teach him how to take better care of himself.

He devotes everything to his work, which is great...sometimes.

However he often tends to work himself into the ground and still pretend he’s okay even when he isn’t.

It’s something that will take him time to get over but with your support he’ll learn how to treat himself better. (After all, his health and happiness are what make you happy too)

Overall, you got one of the most protective, loving, loyal men in Paris. And you better believe he will always take care of you and devote himself to your happiness the way he does with his art. He never expected to find happiness like this and he will do everything he can to cherish it and prove himself worthy of being your man❤️

Hope you enjoyed it! ❤️

Here’s my Theo Playlist (I’ll always be adding new songs to them so you guys don’t get bored!)

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp theo x reader #ikevamp theo #ikevamp theodorus #theo van gogh #ikevamp matchup #ikevamp vincent #ikevamp arthur

[toloveawarlord]

Pt. 4

Characters: Alara & Mansion Residents

Tagging: @plumpblueberry​ @ihavenotfallenyet​ @lady-moonbroch​ @littlewitty​ @ladyhavilliard​ @miss-wish-a-lot​ @sakura-1819​ @voltage-vixen​ @nad-zeta​ (Please let me know if you want to tagged/untagged from this series)

A/N: Alara is back to win over the tsun musician. Enjoy! Next chapter she is going to meet Jean!

“Good morning, Alara.”

Vincent was the first to greet the girl that continued to clutch onto the writer to avoid any of Leonardo’s attempts to speak to her again. The dining hall only held a handful of the residents, the others having gone about their day or had yet to rise. Spotted around the table was the Van Gogh brothers, both munching away on an enormous stack of pancakes, and another man that she’d yet to be introduced to.

He took a sip of his coffee, violet eyes never glancing in her direction.

“Why are you clinging to Arthur like that? If you aren’t careful, his strangeness will rub off on you.” Theo gave a little jab in between stabbing bites of pancakes covered with enough syrup to nearly spill off the edge of the plate.

A triumphant grin spread across Arthur’s lips as he patted her head with a gloved hand. “Leo gave her quite the scare and she came to me for protection instead of anyone else.” The detail of him being the only one present wasn’t necessary to his story. No matter the circumstances, he was the victor.

“I saved her from a collapsing pile of books.” Leo wanted to make things right but the fear radiating off her small body prevented that. Comte had informed him of her potentially temporary stay, but no amount of warning would have prepared him for how skittish she was.

“I’m sure that rising from the floor like a waking corpse wasn’t frightening at all.” The musician’s comment tossed out with irritation laced in it.

Snickers erupted from the others, drawing the glare of the pureblood in their direction. Leonardo had no retort to the snarky but accurate statement. Sebastian wheeled in a cart to serve the newcomers. “Please take a seat of your own, Miss Alara.” He placed a plate off eggs, bacon, and pancakes in front of the empty chair next to the writer.

Alara reluctantly released her hold on him to be sat on the cushy chair. No more time for frightful glances as she stared at all the delicious food right before her. The young girl couldn’t remember a morning when a fresh, warm meal had been given; leftovers of the adult’s breakfast, however little it was.

All chatter among the ones at the table ceased. The reminder that mornings of bickering and laughter weren’t normal for one among them. Alara attempted to wipe the tears from her face with the back of her arm, over and over as more drops slid down her cheeks. An overwhelming amount of emotion rushing over her. A soft apology slipped out between gasps of air.

Sebastian placed a reassuring hand on top of her head. “It’s quite alright.” He didn’t need to say more, those few words assisting in calming the child down. As she sniffled, the butler knelt to attend to her unbuckled shoes without comment. He’d be sure to keep a closer eye on her.

“Are you leaving already, Mozart?”

Alara turned her attention to the one in question. Violet eyes met hers.

“I’m going to start composing today. In peace, I would like.” Mozart gathered his sheet music and half-filled coffee mug. He didn’t quite understand why the others were so enamored with a young human who cried over breakfast.

No sooner had the musician left, did the others begin to file out one by one. Theo and Vincent going into town, and even Arthur had business to attend to. He’d lingered until she’d had her fill of breakfast. “I’m off to do some writing.” With a gentle smile and a wave, the writer disappeared into the mansion.

The girl gathered up her plate, the only piece left on the long table and carried it into the kitchen where Sebastian was filling up the sink to begin cleaning up. “Can I help?” Alara asked, letting her plate slip into the water and sink down.

“There’s no need for that. You are free to go play—”

“I like the hot water and soapy bubbles. I’ll be really careful!” She flashed a bright smile.

Sebastian carefully considered for a moment before relenting. He fetched a chair for her to stand on, drying the dishes as she finished washing. Her movements were slow and purposeful, and she attentively scrubbed each one. “You’re doing well. I’m very impressed, miss Alara.”

“I used to help Nine clean up. She’d put extra bubbles in the water because I liked to play in them after we were done.” The memory one of the few she had from before coming to France. Alara cupped a heaping mountain of suds, squishing them away with her fingers.

The term one that he’d heard in his studies. “Do you know where you used to live before coming here?”

“Turkey, that’s where Mama said I was born and we lived with Nine for a long time.”

Sebastian dried the final plate and stacked it upon the rest. Their reason for moving to France must have been because of the relationship with her step-father. He decided against addressing it further. “Thank you for your help. I’ll do the remainder myself. If you require any assistance, do not hesitate to ask, as a lady of the house—”

Hopping down from the chair, the girl turned her gaze up to the butler. “Lady?” Her head tilted in thought before she continued, “Miss Lily was the Lady of Estate. She was very pretty but had a scary look whenever she saw me. I was forbidden from going into the big house.” She could only remember once or twice when Lily came around their house.

“The monsieur was married?” Sebastian pieced together the picture that the child wouldn’t have seen.

Alara tapped her finger against her chin twice. “Mama said that she married beau-Pierre and that I should only listen to her and no one else. Aren’t married adults supposed to share a bed?” The staff would talk as if the child weren’t there, but her mother said they were liars.

Implications that a child wouldn’t understand. His original suspicions of a transaction shifted slightly. The mother must have been a mistress. That would explain why the mistreated child had been dressed in a silken nightgown. Should any discover his secret lover, the monsieur could cover it by saying he only cared for the two, a generous gesture to a young lady and child in need.

Behind that façade was a brutal man with a heart made of stone. How shameful, the butler thought. The topic began to wear on the girl before him. Her thoughts shown on her saddening features. Sebastian cleared his throat and retrieved a cookie from the jar. “For your assistance. I appreciate the company. Now off with you.”

Cookie in hand, Alara set off into the mansion. The further she ventured, the more convinced she became that this home was a castle. The hallways seemed as endless as the number of doors leading to various rooms. A library filled with more books than she could count. A parlor with many foreign games. Any open door was subject to inspection. Even though she was inside, the girl wiped beads of sweat from her forehead. It hadn’t been long since breakfast and yet her body felt oh so heavy.

Wandering back to her own room, a door previously closed now stood ajar. The polished marble floor beckoned her inside. A piano sat elegantly in the middle. The desire to press at least one key was overpowered by how exhausted the child was. Alara wobbled as she moved inside, only wishing to lie down.

Would they be angry if she were ill?

The staff of her stepfather would have cursed her for being a bother.

Out of sight behind the curtain that swayed with the breeze coming in the open window, she succumbed to her own weight, dropping to her hands and knees before laying flat on her stomach. Her lashes dragged downward, barely able to remain open. The cool tile soothing against her heated cheek. She could sleep in this very spot.

“Why are you lying on the floor in my music room?” The salty voice laced with slight irritation.

Alara could little more than squeeze her eyes shut in fear of a reprimand.

Mozart placed his sheet music on the piano bench before he approached. Was she attempting to play with him? He couldn’t waste his valuable time on silly children’s games. Narrowed violet eyes softened upon further inspection. Her labored breathing and rosy cheeks signs even he could recognize. “You’re ill. Why are you hiding in here?”

Her small hand patted twice against the tiles. “It’s cold.” A stark contrast to how heated her face was. The chill made the warmth a little more bearable. The girl started to lift her body up with weak movements. “I-I’ll go-”

“You can hardly stand.” He couldn’t understand. The frightful expression that had crossed her features after he’d asked a simple question and now the water pooling in her eyes as if he’d given her a stern scolding. He couldn’t bear to watch her struggle so helplessly.

Quite pitiful.

Stooping down, Mozart scooped the child up, awkwardly holding her slightly away from his body. “I’ll only escort you to your bedroom this once. Do not expect this kind of treatment from me.” The whole room would need a thorough cleaning since he had no idea what she’d touched. For reasons unclear to him, the musician wanted to be sure that the child didn’t suffer unattended.

“You aren’t upset with me?” Alara asked, the first words spoken to him since he’d tucked her into the bed.  She had no memory of the last time someone had put her to bed when sick, always a nuisance to the staff.

“Why would I be? It’s not as though one can control when they fall ill.” How absurd. Children can’t care for themselves, so it’s only natural that an adult look after them when needed.

However, that couldn’t possibly be him.

But upon further searching, there was no one else about to do so. Neither Sebastian nor Arthur, the two most qualified to watch over the sick girl, were in the mansion. Giving a resigned sigh, Mozart pulled an armchair to the bedside. “I’ll only remain until Arthur can treat you.” He’d planned to practice a new piece today, but that could wait, he supposed.

Alara rolled over onto her side to see him better. She pressed her lips together, unsure of what to say. His emotions unclear, but he didn’t look angry. Their eyes met and Alara opened her mouth to speak before promptly shutting it.

“What is it?”

“What was your name again?”

“It’s Mozart, although you cannot refer to me as that in public.” Could a child her age even understand that?

A moment of silence passed between them as her brows knit, the child deep in thought. Rubbing her fists into her tired eyes, she yawned softly. Sleep calling to her, but pale green eyes flickered back to him. “Can I call you Mozzie?” She wiggled from beneath the covers, fighting the inevitable.

Violet eyes immediately turned away to gaze out the window, a hint of pink on his own cheeks. What a peculiar child. The genuine innocence of her question too cute to deny the question. “Do as you wish.” A quiet giggle was all the response he received.

“Do you play that piano?”

For a child that was sick, she had the energy to ask a lot of questions. “Yes.”

“Will you play it for me when I’m better? I like pianos. They make pretty music.”

Mozart reached out to pull the cover back up to her shoulders. She squirmed too much. It would be easier for her to rest if only she’d stay still. “If you’ll close your eyes, I will make time to play one song.” A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips as she gasped and snuggled down, squeezing her eyes shut as if that would aid in putting her to sleep any faster.

He couldn’t bring himself to leave even long after she’d fallen asleep.

“Admit it, you like her, Wolfie!” Arthur teased the musician from the doorway after discovering him with the ill girl. He’d brought her a treat from his trip into town only to learn of her feeling under the weather. It was all too adorable to witness a softer side of him.

Mozart scoffed, abruptly standing to leave. “She’s incredibly helpless. I’ve lost a valuable day of practice.”  He cast a glance down at the girl, resisting the urge to brush her hair away from her features. It hadn’t been horrible to keep her company, but Arthur surely didn’t need that information.

As he turned to leave, a light tug on his hand brought his attention back to the bed. Peeking up from beneath the covers, Alara flashed a tired smile. “Thank you for staying with me today, Mozzie. I feel better already.”

“Rest more or you’ll only end up ill again.”  He had to admit that seeing her smile was relieving. The break from his normal routine may have even inspired the musician to create again. As he exited the room, Mozart stole another glance at their new guest.

Perhaps, it wouldn’t be entirely despicable to have her stay.

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[ikevamp-shrine]

Hi! Short and sweet, as requested!

I'm 5" tall, a tad curvy, I have an hourglass figure and really toned legs 😅 I have brown hair cut in a bob, hazel eyes and wear round-shaped glasses. My pronouns are she/her. I'm shy at first but once I start feeling more confident about my surroundings, I open up bit by bit. I'm easy-going and tend to find the best in people; I enjoy reading and going on bike rides. I also have a dark sense of humour which is a big contrast to how smol and even innocent I look (the shorter, the more evil 👀); I'm also a lot into painting, I mostly use watercolor and am fond of nature. I love the sea and enjoy being a loner, but being around people also makes me feel comfy. I'm an Architecture major and love history and the occult, as well ✨

I'd like a pretty angsty/smutty combo with Theo 👀💛💛I'm all about that sweet tough badass looking boi with a heart of gold and soft and sweet core. I love that man, yo. I'm really looking forward to this, this is my first time participating! I hope you're doing well and take time for yourself, thank you so much for doing these fun events! You are golden 💛💛💛🌻💛💛💛💛

I am doing okay, and please, you do the same (take time for yourself, that is). I wouldn’t be doing these events if it wasn’t for all the wonderful people who support me so please don’t thank me, thank them. And no- the only golden one here is you darlin’. Thank you so much for commenting, putting in an ask, and being so kind. Please enjoy. (just in case the photos are blurry or won’t load- the letter is typed out as well under the ‘keep reading’) @greatpeanutsandwich

There are nine spots left. Rules and summary of event are here

Btw sorry to any Dutch readers. Google translate is the only thing I got.

            To be honest Hondje, I had been staring at this damned paper for longer than I wish to admit. It is… difficult to find the correct words. After all, how do you tell someone just how much you love them, but the fantasy of that love can never be birthed? The truth is, my love for you rivals that of the sea’s unforgiving wrath, but we could never be together- no matter how desperate I am for you.

            I wish our love could be more than one short month, I really, truly do, but the danger that lurks around every corner is too great. I wouldn’t be able to protect you. Verdomd- I can already hear your voice saying that you can handle yourself, that you don’t need to be protected.

            You know, that’s your problem Hondje; you think you can take the danger just being near me brings, but you can’t. So, be a good pup and understand just how much pain it causes me to write these words. Believe me, when I say I can’t breathe at the thought I will no longer be able to hold you close to me each morning, smile at the slow puffs of your breath against my neck as you cuddle closer to my chest.

            I can still feel the warmth of your body seeping into mine, the taste of your lips and skin are still imprinted onto my tongue, and the marks you left on my back still sting. But that sting reminds me of you, so I guess I can forgive you for the abuse you put me through. I crave your touch, and your smile so much it hurts. That’s the issue. You’re too bright, too addicting, too fond of what the touch of another human brings. My darkness, my demons would suffocate your light.

            I still remember the first time you froze in the middle of the street. I had to pull you back and into my arms so you wouldn’t be ran over by a carriage, remember that? And when I asked you why in the hell you would be so oblivious to your surroundings, do you know what you said? ‘That building! Do you see it, Theo? Look at the structure, the advanced placing of materials, the intelligence needed to know exactly how to keep those curved planks of wood from toppling!’ All I could think at that moment was, ‘you really live up to your nickname with how wide and excited your eyes are.’ You looked like a puppy being gifted a tasty treat. That look was completely different from the glaze in your eyes as I had ran my hands up the beautiful curves of your body, seeking to memorize every dip and plane of your skin.

            Hey Hondje? Why did you look so willing to put every ounce of trust you had in that tiny stature of yours in me, even while my fingers carded through your hair, pulling at those short, silky strands? Do you know how much my teeth throbbed to sink into your exposed neck as your warmth fluttered around me? Do you realize how rough I wanted to be with you? Would you accept the fact that I yearned to see tears stream down your face from my teasing, and your blood to coat my tongue? If you’re smart, you’ll be running towards the door, frantic to throw open that barrier between me and the place you belong after reading those last few sentences.

            Grow old, build a family, have fun, don’t take shit from anyone, eat many pancakes, keep staring at the sea with love in your eyes, continue to babble on about the history you seem so fond of, never stop painting, buy a weapon and take some fighting classes- Lord knows how short you are, you uiterst kleine persoon. Never, never quit chasing after your passions. I beg of you to forget this mansion, these men, and most of all, Theodorus van Gogh.

I am a monster Hondje, and I will be damned before I drag you down with me.

                                    Forever yours, mijn reden om te leven

                                                                                            -Theodorus van Gogh

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[crimson-snowfall]

Jealous hc for Comte, Leo and Theo please! Really appreciate your writing!

Sorry for the wait, and thanks for your kind message! Here ya go~

Ikevamp HC request: Jealous Theo, Comte, and Leo

Theo

Theo is particularly vocal when it comes to Arthur playing around with you. Even though he knows Arthur does it on purpose just to piss him off, he just can’t let the flirt do as he pleases with you, so he makes sure to give Arthur a piece of his mind every now and then.

Theo doesn’t really get jealous nor wary about you interacting with the rest of the mansion’s residents, because he’s plenty confident about his ability to keep his hondje satisfied.

The only time he ever feels jealous is during those occasional instances when you would end up spending a lot of time with Vincent for days at a time, and Theo hates himself for it.

He has always admired his brother, and Theo has spent all of his life believing that Vincent is better than him, and in a good way. He thinks of his dear brother as the best person in the world, so it made him sick inside as soon as he realized that emotions of jealousy have ‘tainted’ his love for his brother.

He is deeply confused as well, because sometimes he’s not sure whom is he truly jealous about. Perhaps he’s jealous both ways?

As soon as Vincent realized how Theo feels, he promptly apologized to him. Theo visibly paled upon hearing Vincent apologize to him, panic quickly taking over him.

“What are you taking about, b-broer? You did nothing wrong, you know you can never do wro–”

“Calm down, Theo. Look… I’m just really happy that you finally found yourself a woman to love in this life. That’s why I wanted to get to know her better, and love her the same way as I do love you, Theo. Because soon enough, she’s going to be my sister-in-law, right?”

Vincent had that kind smile on his face as he said all those things to Theo, and it’s enough to make the strength in Theo’s knees leave. He pulled his brother in a tight embrace, insisting that he should be the one apologizing for even feeling that way.

It’s not often that Theo shows his weak side towards him, so Vincent had been more than willing to comfort him and dispel his worries.

After that, Theo’s subtle jealous episodes became far less often. However, when you finally realized it and confronted him about it, you could’ve sworn he got incredibly flustered for a moment.

“Huh? What are you talking about hondje? Why would I be jealous? This is my brother we’re talking about here, do you really want to get punished?”

Unfortunately, he didn’t sound nearly as convincing as he had hoped to be, and while you would’ve taken this golden opportunity to tease him, you decided against it. Theo can play really dirty if you tease him so much, and you’re not yet really ready for another night of him just teasing you until you’re nearly in tears. Instead, you spent the next few days spoiling him with sweets and fluffier servings of pancakes.

Comte

At first, you thought that Comte just really loved to spoil you. But after a while and as you get to know him better, you eventually noticed a pattern to these shopping sprees and fancy restaurant dates he often takes you to.

While the fact that he indulges spoiling you remains true, you realized that he does this mainly so he can have a valid reason to keep you all to himself, at least for the day.

Lately, he’s been starting to spoil you way too often, almost every other day. While you do enjoy the time you spend with him, your closet is starting to get crammed with all the clothes and accessories he gets for you. You’re also conscious that you may be starting to put on some weight as well.

Unsure of what to do, you approach Leonardo. Comte is good friends with him, so you thought that Leo of all people would know how to deal with your lover’s behavior.

You came to him in the library and much to your surprise, the pureblood is actually awake and not passed out on the floor like always. You told him about your troubles.

“Have you talked to him about it, cara mia?” A soft smile graced his features as he regarded you with concern.

“No. The thing is… I don’t even know where to start.”

“Well, this is actually the first time I’ve–” Leo stopped mid-sentence, his expression as though he had sensed something coming. His soft smile turned into a mischievous one as he stood from where he was seated and approached you.

“No, I think I have an idea.” With those words, he closed the distance between the two of you, pinning you against the nearest bookshelf. He tilted your head up, your eyes meeting his that were dancing with mild mischief. Leo leaned dangerously close, and it really looked like he was going to kiss you when—

“Leonardo Da Vinci.” A heavy voice came from the entrance, and there stood Comte, golden eyes on fire. Leo was shaking– surely not out of fear, instead he looked like he’s trying to hold back his laughter.

In mere seconds, Comte has you in a protective embrace whilst his vicious glare remained on his friend. The other pureblood shrugged it off.

“There you have it, cara mia. Now’s your chance. Go and tell him. There’s no way he could deny it anymore.” Leo walked out of the library as if he had done nothing wrong, and the sigh that escaped Comte’s lips nearly echoed in the room.

“What was that all about, ma chérie?” He turned you around so that you’re facing him, the rage in his eyes replaced with mild sadness.

You ended up telling him everything, how you loved spending time with him, but how deep down you wished he didn’t have to resort to spoiling you that much all the time.

“I appreciate everything, Comte. But, you don’t really have to go that far every time, I… I already have so much of everything. If you’re jealous, we could just always spend more time together– just simply the two of us, together. It doesn’t have to be always extravagant.”

“I’m sorry ma chérie. I just couldn’t help myself whenever I’m with you. I want to give you everything.” Comte placed a tender kiss on your forehead.

He continues about taking up on your offer about spending time together without being too extravagant. He suggests taking you off from your household duties for the next few days, and the tender look in his eyes made it impossible for you to refuse.

“I can’t guarantee that I won’t end up spoiling you… in my own other ways though, ma chérie. I hope you’re prepared for that.”

Leonardo

Leo’s room has always been messy, but lately it’s just a disaster. For the past two days, Sebastian has been taking care of most of the other household duties while he left you in charge of your lover’s room.

On that particular day, the butler told you that your sole task is to attend to Leo’s room, and after that you can take the rest of the day off as some sort of compensation.

You came to his room, already dreading the mess that’s about to unfold before your eyes as soon as you open the door.

“Leo, how do you even manage to get your room this dirty? I just cleaned up yesterday!” You made no effort to hide your frustration as you began cleaning his room. Surprisingly enough though, this time, he helped you out.

Soon enough with his help, the room looked far more decent and actually habitable. “See? It’s much better now. You’re actually good at this, Leo. If only you would do it more often, then–”

You were cut off when strong arms pulled you into a tight embrace. “It’s been three days and you still don’t get it, do you, cara mia?” Leo planted a soft kiss on your neck before falling back into his bed and turning you around so that you’re on top of him.

He wore a somewhat lonely expression as he played with your hair. He took a deep sigh, the signature scent of cigarillos wafting on the air. “Lately… I found myself feeling rather jealous.”

“Jealous of what? And what does that have to do with any of this?”

“You’ve been doing nothing but housework lately, cara mia. You attend to everyone, and sometimes I just want to keep you to myself. That’s when I thought, what if I made it so that all the housework you’ll ever do is in my room? Then maybe I’ll get to spend more time with you.”

You looked at him in absolute disbelief. “Leo, I can’t believe you…”

“You don’t have to, cara mia. But today I helped you because… I want you to do something other than housework.”

Hope you liked it and sorry for any ooc-ness and grammatical error, my mind’s really a mess right now with all the university work piled up on me ;w; I haven’t read Leo’s route yet either so sorry if his is a little bit shorter compared to the others. I need to read more canon facts and be able to read more interactions between these characters so I can write them better in the future, but on the meantime thanks for your understanding! As for the other request (and future reqests that may be made), I’ll get to you on the 1st week of February~

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[officialthiamlibrary]

Got any canon fics set post 6B?

Here you go! A mix of older fics and some within the last month, I hope you’ll enjoy them!

Ocean Front Property and Yoda Wisdom by Diary (Teen | Complete | 1.3K) Tags: Frenemies, angst and feels Summary: Post-canon. Theo has issues, Stiles cares about Liam, and these facts interconnect. Complete. A Peek Inside: “I still don’t like or trust you. Okay, I never will. But you’ve been good for him. And I gotta admit, seeing you in love is an interesting thing.”

Hold Me. I’ve Lost My Anchor. by SterekShipper (General | Complete | 5K) Tags: Hurt/comfort, angst, there is a second fic that follows this one Summary: Once again Liam and Theo had been in a fight. There was nothing unusual about that. It happened all the time. It was a natural part of their relationship. This fight however, had a different ending. A Peek Inside: It was just a fight. There was never a reason. Not really. Their relationship consisted of bickering and playful jibes. A bond had formed the night of the hospital. The night Theo had faced the Ghost Riders head on, fully intending to sacrifice himself. All to save him.

Stones by cherrysprite (General | Complete | 2.6K) Tags: First kiss, Theo introspection Summary: Theo begins to find his place as a normal nineteen year old with an accidental rock collection. A Peek Inside: One day, he sees a man sitting outside that said cafe, playing his guitar softly while people walk past without a second thought. It’s one of the more jarring parts of Theo’s detachment, he realizes. If he were normal, he would be able to grasp how people managed to pick up on hobbies and skills. It was like Mason and his love of reading, Corey and his talent with writing, and Liam spending his weekends playing lacrosse or working out. He just always finds himself perplexed at how they’d each figured out that what they were doing was good to them.

in the hospital after the war by snaeken (General | Complete | 1.5K) Tags: Summary: "I can wipe the blood off my own face, Liam," he snarks, mainly because he doesn't know what else to do; because it's comfortable, familiar, as far as the two of them are concerned. He doesn't pull away though. "I know. But I want to." Liam looks up at him, ocean blue eyes boring into his own. Theo's breath would probably catch, if he was breathing at all. "Let me." A Peek Inside: The hospital is, well. A bit like the aftermath of a warzone. Doctors and nurses and deputies everywhere, armed with handcuffs and body bags, making arrests and treating the wounded; Theo's own wolfsbane-laced bullet wound in his shoulder was treated by Deaton, while Liam regrouped with his pack and had his own wounds treated by Argent.

it’s you, sweet baby by axebastard (Teen | Complete | 1.9K) Tags: Pining, getting together Summary: In which Theo eats a s'more for the first time and Liam isn't quite as subtle as he'd like to be. A Peek Inside: Theo blinked, one corner of his mouth twitching. So Liam was inviting him somewhere. On purpose. He didn't know whether to feel honored or suspicious.

To Take One’s Pain by Endraking (Teen | Complete | 2.5K) Tags: Minor character death, angst, sick children Summary: Liam wanders the Hospital as he does a sweep. Memories come back to him about Theo since the chimera hadn't been seen since Gabe died and Monroe fled. While walking the halls, Liam learns something that will change his perspective about Theo. A Peek Inside: Liam walked the halls of Beacon Memorial Hospital.  It wasn't that long ago that it was a battleground and not a place for the sick and injured to heal.  Memories of those times, memories of hunters killing supernaturals, memories of the Riders, memories of the chimera and the Dread Doctors pull him to wander the halls.  He's not a patient though he would garner a little less attention if he put on one of the hospital gowns.  The lights were dimmed, something the hospital did either to save money or remind some of the more active patients that it was indeed nighttime.  He moved down one hall to the next, walking up the stairs and repeating the process until he makes it to the roof.  Then he hopped into the elevator and repeated.  He was making sweeps of the hospital, but it wasn't from any present issue but his worry over his stepfather.  Doing sweeps in the preserve was one thing but it was almost too easy for the pack to forget that things attack the hospital regularly and Melissa and Dr. Geyer were right in the line of fire.  That brought him to the halls, but his mind was a million miles away as he wandered to the morgue

i know all sorts of things i don't believe by eneiryu (Explicit | Complete | 80K) Tags: Post finale, Theo Raeken centric, getting together, pack dynamics Summary: So, anyway. That’s how Theo becomes pack-mom to Scott’s merry band of supernatural misfits. A Peek Inside: Scott gets this narrow-eyed look like he knows what Theo’s thinking, but humors him regardless, “I was hoping you’d agree to stay here, help protect the town.” (...) “Okay,” Theo blurts out, cutting him off before he can speak, suddenly irrationally afraid that Scott‘s going to take it back, say nevermind, forget it, “Just until you find Monroe, right?” Scott nods, still looking perturbed but thankfully silent, “Okay. I’ll stay until then.”

you want me to hold your hand and kiss it better? by xxDreamFilledEyesxx (Mature | Complete | 3.9K) Tags: angst and feels Summary: Set after the Teen Wolf series finale: After taking Gabe's pain away, Theo thought Liam might be glad to see that he cares, so why has he been acting so strange? A Peek Inside: A few feet away stood Melissa, her face covered in pity for the life the boy on the floor had lost in a war that wasn’t his to fight. Theo's heart skipped a beat as his gaze turned to the person standing next to her. Liam.

Sun Is Up, I’m A Mess by IThinkWeHaveAnEmergency (General | Complete | 5.1K) Tags: College, mutual pining Summary: Liam transfers to San Francisco State and on his first day, runs into a face he hasn't seen in a long time. A Peek Inside: Liam steps closer to the man he hasn't seen in almost two years, his campus security guard uniform clear.

A Chimera’s First Heart by Auddieliz09 (Mature | Complete | 22K) Tags: Mild smut, first kiss Summary: Theo wouldn’t go so far as to say that everything is perfect in the months after the War, but, for him, it’s just about as perfect as his life can get. However, when someone from his past shows up on Scott's doorstep, Theo's life takes a new turn. But will it be for better or worse? A Peek Inside: When they left the hospital that night, Liam had looked at him in a way he never had before. Like he was seeing Theo for the first time without his past hanging over him. He was seeing Theo for the man he was trying to become. A man worthy of being his friend, maybe more. Theo became an official ally to the pack and began to hang out with Liam and his friends.

five punch knock out by I_write_fanfiction_sometimes (Teen | Complete | 2.4K) Tags: 5+1 Summary: Five times Liam asked what he was doing, and one time the answer was 'being happy' A Peek Inside: Theo squeezes his eyes shut and barely holds back a groan. Mint foam drips into the sink from the handle of his toothbrush and burns around the edge of his mouth. Of course it had to be Liam. Fucking Mason wouldn’t ask questions, he’d just walk right back out. Somehow though, Liam has decided he wasn’t scary.

Change of Plans by never_love_a_wild_thing (Teen | Complete | 69K) Tags: Fake relationship, light angst Summary: When Hayden breaks up with Liam minutes before his very public proposal was planned, Theo steps up to save him the embarrassment of being rejected in front of the pack. In order not to disappoint their Alpha, Theo and Liam decide to carry on faking their relationship until they can think of a good way to end it and keep everybody happy. In which Theo is crushing hard and neither of them plan things out well enough (or at all, really). A Peek Inside: Theo opened his mouth and then shut it quickly. He had argued with Liam over Hayden too many times to think that it was worth it anymore. “I just think that you should maybe figure out how she feels about it before you go and ask her to marry you in front of your entire pack,” he said.

Only you can look at me the way you do by merrythoughts, ReallyMissCoffee (Explicit | Complete | 57K) Tags: Smut Summary: But Liam knows that tonight's gonna be one of the nights where he caves in and he doesn't care. A Peek Inside: They hadn't turned up anything so why not blow off some steam and then check back later? Scott'll never know the difference.

The Truth Will Set You Free by tabbytabbytabby (Teen | Complete | 1.6K) Tags: Light angst, misunderstandings Summary: Theo realizes he has feelings for Liam, but before he can tell him he sees Liam with a girl from his class and assumes they're dating, and that Liam could never be interested in him. He makes a decision to help himself find some peace, but first, he needs to tell Liam how he feels. Liam's response surprises him. A Peek Inside: A normal morning in mid-March, standing in the Geyer’s kitchen, watching as Liam tried and mostly failed at making pancakes. He’d stood there with pancake batter all over himself, looking sleep-rumpled and adorable and the thought just struck Theo so suddenly.

The Curse of Batman and Robin by songbvrd (No Rating | Complete | 10K) Tags: Bodyswap Summary: Liam and Theo are friends. Sort of. They live together and spend a lot of time together, but they also fight. Constantly. When a body swapping curse leaves them having to pretend to be each other, shenanigans ensue. A Peek Inside: It never lasted, because as annoyed as he was by Theo, he did also like him. He would never tell him that, god forbid the already painfully egotistical chimera get another boost on his account.

The Big Bad Chimera by OTP_fandom_shipper (Teen | Complete | 643) Tags: Fluff Summary: Theo falls asleep on Liam's shoulder, so he takes a picture. Needless to say, Theo is not very happy and wants it deleted. Que the "wrestling" session in the living room. A Peek Inside: Theo arrived back at Liam’s around 5:00. The beta’s family had been gracious enough to let Theo stay with them after they found out that he had been living in his truck. He did get a job not too long ago since he had graduated high school and wanted to make his own money. He was saving to get a place of his own. Theo didn’t want to stay too long with the Geyers.

Touch my neck and I’ll touch yours by voices_in_my_head (Mature | Complete | 7.3K) Tags: Pornstar Theo Summary: ""And you, Theo, what did you do during the week?" Scott asks, clearly trying to bring him into the conversation, which no one has done aside from Liam (they talked about the new The Good Place episode, because surprise surprise, Theo got addicted to Netflix once he found out what it was) and Corey (who actually seems to enjoy Theo's presence and Liam knows they've hanged out just the two of them. Which he obviously is not jealous about, pff, why would he be? Corey has a boyfriend. ... And Liam isn't interested in Theo that way, obviously.) Theo smirks before answering, to which Liam's heart does a slight jump, hoping that no one noticed or, if they did, will be kind enough to pretend otherwise. "I did a porno."" A Peek Inside: Liam isn't entirely sure how he feels about it. Theo seems to really have turned a new leaf, and Liam is pretty sure he would have died in the hospital if he hadn't been there, but he also can't forget the way he played them all, the way Liam almost killed Scott because of him.

#fic recs #fanfiction #canon future #post season 6b #mod: mary #mod: tara #otlansweredask