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I say unto thee, lay thine eyes upon the field in which my fucks are grown, and behold that it is barren.
-Shakespeare
things MC has said at some point (pt.2)
"the fact that you died a virgin is really not that big of a surprise" (to Isaac)
"modern society is still horny for Sherlock, how do you feel about that?" (to Arthur)
"you're adorable, but you got mommy issues written on your forehead and I'm not sure I wanna get involved in that" (to Charles)
"you trigger my 'slap a bitch' mode every time you walk in the room" (to Mozart)
"you're kinda like Brad Pitt. everyone thinks you're hot and it makes you boring" (to Leonardo)
"you give wayyy too many murder ideas in your plays to be acting like this" (to Shakespeare)
"Comte, you should know how terrible your taste in men is" (to Comte)
If IKEVAMP was more historically accurate, Vincent would have his mental health issues,one ear , and he wouldn’t be a cinnamon roll but instead most likely a yandere but even more so than shakespeare ( he allegedly gave his ear to a prostitute as a token of affection and it would have been interesting if he out yandered the yandere, A.K.A. Shakespeare)
( honestly though this was probably my first impression of Vincent van Gogh in Ikemen Vampire, I actually thought he would have been the yandere and was annoyed that the missing ear was never brought up. I just wanted to get that off my chest)
( I still love Vincent though)
Complete this Sentence
“If IKEVAMP was more historically accurate, we could have______”
What I think the Ikevamp mansion boys would do for MC’s birthday:
Comte would take MC out for breakfast, lunch, and dinner—only the best restaurants and cafes in Paris—sprinkled between shopping for clothes, furniture, and trinkets for MC’s room. Really any excuse to spend the wealth he’s accumulated over the many many centuries for one of his top three favorite residents.
Leonardo would sketch MC with all the other residents gathered in the dining room, having a wonderful time at her celebratory dinner—eating, drinking, laughing—causing Theo to go off on one of his begging sprees for Leo to get back into painting.
Theo would purchase a painting that reminds him of MC. He would also consider buying a very large painting of a dog and leaving it in front of her room just for the joke.
Vincent, catching MC taking a nap in the garden, would paint an ethereal portrait of her laying among the flowers.
Arthur would a write a collection of short stories featuring a smart heroine, remarkably familiar to the mansion’s own favorite caretaker, who outwits Holmes on every case. He’d also slip in a coupon he made on a scrap of paper that’d say: “One free night with a sexy mystery writer.”
Dazai would write poetry and recite it to MC while on an outing to their favorite spot—the collection of hydrangeas—and some home-cooked Japanese food made by Sebastian. He’d even narrate some folktales as if she was one of the children in the park.
Mozart would compose a piece and then transcribe a whole other copy of sheet music for MC when she inevitably asks for it as a prized possession from a very special occasion.
After a late-night conversation one time about traditional Japanese attire, Jean would think to craft some type of kanzashi to the best of his limited knowledge while at work in town.
Isaac would design a watch for MC so she’ll have one token from both the past and the future; it’s adorned with mini constellation patterns they talked about that very first time they stargazed together.
With perhaps the most knowledge of cooking out of all the vampires in the mansion, Napoleon would bake macarons at Jean’s suggestion.
Sebastian would force MC to take the week leading up to her birthday off so that he can get ready to plan and prepare her birthday dinner while the other residents can present their gifts. He’d make sure to cook all of her favorite meals that entire week.
The Darkness of Love
Vincent Van Gogh as Your Lover
The below headcanons were inspired by the following: Lyrics Inspiration: In the Arms of An Angel - Sarah McLachlan
Main song inspiration (read while listening to this): To Build a Home - The Cinematic Orchestra.
Warning: NSFW content, implied anxiety and depression.
This sunflower boy would be starved to know every single thing about you. He wants to see the world through your eyes, know every fleeting thought that crosses your mind and feel everything that you do.
His curiosity about you is unquenchable, thus, there is a never dull moment with him. With that angelic smile of his, he would coax you to speak to him, the words an endless stream that never ceases to feed his ever-growing love for you.
Painting that smile on your face, being the reason for it… that’s all he ever wanted. It made him feel complete and his heart would soar at the sound of your resonating laughter or their glimmer in your eyes when your gaze locked upon his. He was graced the ability to finally accept himself, slowly allowing the idea that he was good enough for you to sink in.
Attached wouldn’t begin to describe how your presence was an essential part of his life. Without you, it was so hard to breathe. Literally.
Constant displays of affection, in public and behind closed doors, were necessary and were often initiated by him. Whenever anyone was around you, you would always find him suddenly by your side, with his arm around your waist and his face buried in the crook of your neck (if he was feeling a bit clingy) or bear-hugged from behind with him towering over you and his chin resting on your crown (which he kissed first, of course).
When he wanted affection from you? It would mostly happen as follows: looking up to you with that beautiful visage, giving you puppy dog eyes that you didn’t even know he had, his requests were made with uncanny boldness and undeniable sweetness.
Leaning and giving you his cheek for a small kiss. Unabashedly inching closer to your face, your warm breath mingling as your nose would brush against his, Vincent muttering your name in a sweet chant was all you would need to mold your lips with his. Stroking your knuckles with feather-light touches to entwine your fingers with his.
If you thought Vincent was the incarnation of peace, his heart and his mind were the epitome of chaos, a storm that would never calm unless you were near. You were his equilibrium. Even Theo wouldn’t even know how to begin to calm him down, even as he continued to reassure him of your whereabouts. Only you could calm the raging sea of his soul.
Out of breath, his heart clenching painfully in his heaving chest, he would chase every trace of you whenever he spent too much time away from you. If you left the mansion for too long, he would rush to you and hold you tightly in his arms, mumbling so softly, his gentle voice would barely register in your ear, his hands gripping you tightly and shaking from the intensity of his frazzled state.
“I’m so glad you’re home, my love… Where have you been? You’ve been out for so long… I’ve missed you.”
The first time he ever reacted that way, you would giggle and lay a hand on him and rub his back softly, reassure him and state that you were away only for a few hours. Stepping back to look into the face of the man that your heart sang for, you had offered him these words as a mere display of comfort to balance the heap of emotions wafting from him.
His countenance was as serene as it always seemed yet his eyes held the sadness of a child that had been shunned. His hands that cradled your face as he pressed his lips to your forehead, hovered away from you as the tone of his voice faltered, a whispered “ sorry” lost in the air that you shared.
Your heart had crumbled to pieces instantly. He always told you that you taught him how to feel and express his emotions… and he felt rejected.
Were your eyes blinded by the happiness of the love that you shared? Did you not understand the extent of your lover’s pain… his insecurities?
The acceptance that he never had from his family, the validation, the love… Nowhere was home to him. Until he found you. And if you weren’t there, everything would come crashing down on him, leaving him to dwell in the gloom of darkest corners of his mind.
Deep down, Vincent was afraid that once you knew who he truly was, there would be a possibility that you would leave him. Not be able to stand him, be with him, speak to him after his true colours would slowly start to show as the days went by.
He was haunted and scarred by distant memories of the past, hidden and locked in the depth of his mind but would eventually emerge. Unlike what others thought, Vincent didn’t forget what happened, he chose to forget but the memories were still there. He didn’t face them then but he would come to face them. And you make sure you would always be by his side.
He couldn’t let you see his tears knowing that it would only entice your own to trickle down your cheeks. He couldn’t bear the thought of causing you any pain, when he was already riddled by what seemed to be the indecipherable looming weight that would not lift from his chest.
“Please, Y/N… Hold me… Tighter… Tighter… More…”
His heart, his soul was breaking… his body was aching. Laying behind him on your shared bed, you would envelop him in your comforting embrace, pepper his name and his shoulders with soft kisses, your soft murmurs lulling him away from the abyss of his thoughts, your warmth would slowly but surely let the coldness of his fears dissipate.
“Y/N… You’ll always stay by my side, won’t you? You won’t ever leave me… right?”
‘’Is there something wrong with me? How can you still love me… when I am this weak… I am this broken?”
“I love you too much to ever let you go, Y/N. My life won’t have any meaning if you’re not in it. I know what I need the most… You. Never let me go.”
Angel boy felt like he was the luckiest man to have found you, but Theodorus also thought the same. Even as Vincent’s pains resurfaced, his brother knew that it would be for the best to explore them and soon enough… recover and step out from the shadows cast by his childhood.
As much as Vincent is devoted to his art, the moment you became his lover, you unlocked something different, enlightening and inspiring within him. As cliché as it sounds, he finally became a man, became human after knowing you. His desires, his whims, his aspirations and his needs were no longer only about his art… But he finally began to think about his life.
Whenever he reached an art block, you were there to help him through it. You proved to him that you would be his backbone, for better and for worse.
Intimacy was an essential part of your relationship and not only revolves around sex. It might have started as so but then turned into something more… just like everything else with Vincent always does.
To him, your body is a masterpiece in itself, a canvas that would only be painted in his colours… and his alone. You were the one thing in the world that he couldn’t afford to lose.
If he ever felt like there was something holding him back from painting, you had your own therapeutic ritual.
As your body unravelled countless times as Vincent thoroughly graced your body with love, he would marvel at your beauty as you laid on your back or on your stomach completely nude. A beautiful sight that was for his eyes only.
His paint brushes were apparitions of Vincent’s touch; his lips, his tongue, his hands delicately tracing the curves, the valleys and mounds of your beauty that he worshipped.
Lazy hums of joy and slumber tumbled from your lips as your lover would make an art piece out of your body. You would take the opportunity to allow your lover to express himself, recounting what was on his mind and what weighed on his heart, while he focused the fragmented brushstrokes that he was famous for.
Vincent is very fond of the touch of your bare skin against his and relishes in the feeling when he nestles you in his longing embrace, your bodies flush as your back presses against his chest and he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck.
And sometimes before going to bed, his fingers would work dormant wonders on you as he gently presses on your bundle of nerves, helping you relax. A tingling sensation courses through you as he eases into you and moans in pure delight and relief as he slowly stretches you, feeling you clenching down on him as you accept his fullness, before the soothing warmth of your joint bodies lures you both into blissful slumber.
You had come across this necklace, curious by the intricate design until it opened up, with a locket inside with the engraving “You are my sunshine”. If this wasn’t Vincent, what else could be? You loved him so much… Even as you both found yourselves consumed by your desires, by your struggles and your insecurities, nothing could change the fact that he was the only man that you could ever love, adore and devote yourself to.
Upon seeing the sunflower necklace that adorned your neck, a wistful smile that appeared on his angelic face was both heart wrenching and utterly striking, overtaken by a flurry of emotions that ranged from adoration to obscured gloom.
In truth, you were the sunshine to his sunflower. You were the light that he followed and illuminated the darkness within him, lit his path to a life where happiness could be found.
You were not only his muse… you were the light beyond the horizons that he ached to reach, catch and lock in the depth of his heart.
Little did you know, you were the angel that saved him from the sadness that encumbered his pure soul.
He found in you the home he never had, the home he always wanted, the home he always needed.
Taglist: @kisara-16 @sweetlittlemouse @nafeary @ikefool @nad-zeta @shhhlikeme AND @marie-quentin (since I know you love Vincent, I thought I’d tag you but please don’t hate me) To read Le Comte de Saint Germain’s HCs, click here.
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Le Comte de Saint-Germain as Your Lover
These headcanons were inspired by a few songs and if and only if I’m to turn this into a series, it will be called: The Darkness of Love.
Lyrics/songs that inspired this:
“Is there anything I could do, just to get some attention from you? In the waves, I’ve lost every trace of you. Where are you?” - I Love You (Quintet Version) by Woodkid “The curves on your body become waves and swallow me up, I keep sinking, Your body temperature keeps me live, I’m trapped in your arms like this, let me hide. Feels like I’m surfing in your heart, Feels like I’m falling into the waves, Into you I wanna dive, In your heart, I wanna hide”- Dive by Jooyoung
Warning: fluff, possessiveness, suggestive and mild NSFW content, a bit of angst.
You are Comte’s treasure and he is prepared to do everything possible to ensure that you know it, feel it, see it and believe it.
Pampering you with lavish gifts , even if you don’t even ask for them, even if you didn’t want them, he would always want to let you know that he can and absolutely will go the extra mile for you. Travel the entire world for you if he has to. Give you the world on a plate made of gold.
This might make you think that he is extreme in his affections and to be completely honest, you’re not really wrong to perceive things in that manner. This would manifest not only in your domestic life but also behind closed doors, in your intimate relationship.
Comte was no poet. Or, that’s what everyone thought.
Alexandrines whispered in your ear, sonnets murmur against your skin as he peeled each and every single layer that would dare separate him from you.
Shakespeare, Honoré de Balzac (I bring him up a lot because his love letters are some of the most beautiful creations), Baudelaire and many more held nothing against this man.
The words that spilled from his lips would make you tremble, heat building in your core and sending shivers over your skin, the words he would write to you and for you would be enough to make men and women all over the world weep, yearning for a lover like him. Yet, you were the lucky one that was chosen by him, the one his heart has chosen and he was fortunate enough to be chosen by you.
Comte wanted to surround you with his love in your every waking moment, even in your dreams. Every time you close your eyes, every time you take a breath or at every beat of your heart, he wanted to be there. A part of you… just like you were a part of him.
Your blood was not only his sustenance but one of the reasons he was alive and well.
You owned him and had him caught under your spell. Once a broken man, he was now even more breakable than ever before. You could do anything to him… but as long as he had you in his life, in any shape or form, he would be happy.
Louis Aragon had said: “by the time we learn to live it’s already too late”. Comte had an eternity to live… but you didn’t. Whether he turned you into a vampire or you remained human, you would still be vulnerable and a victim of the human condition… as ironic as that sounds.
The happiness that he held onto so tightly, was as ephemeral and fleeting as the life of cherry blossoms. One day, you would be taken away from him… whether he liked it or not. Deep down, he has hidden those dark thoughts, stored them away… far from your reach so you wouldn’t be affected by the vileness of despair.
Comte would treat you like a Goddess and worship you, every single day of his life, as if it were his last day on Earth, despite him being a pureblood.
Your body is his temple, your heart is his shrine and your heart is his most prized treasure.
As Pablo Neruda said, Comte wanted to do to you what the spring does with the cherry trees. Comte would be selfless in the abandon of pleasure that he gave you but his intentions were always not necessarily so.
Splayed before him on the bed that you shared, his lips would worship you with tender kisses, tasting and caressing every inch of your skin. The gentle touch of his hands as he explored the depth of your love for him, coaxing you to show him how much you truly loved him. Your cries, your moans, your whimpers, they were what he wanted but they were still not enough.
They would never be enough to calm the raging storm in his heart and his soul. Comte would be selfish, the only thought spurring him on was to have you only think of him, his name the only prayer that falls from your bitten lips and tears trickling down your heated cheeks.
As he would ravage you for hours, long nights where you would bathe in nothing but the moonlight that kissed your skin and Comte. He did this quite often, without even taking you. Making love to you with his words, tearing you apart until you saw stars with his lips… his tongue… his teeth and heaven was where he was, whenever he touched you with feather-light caresses. Claim you as his, over and over again until you would eventually succumb to sleep.
You would not dare look into his topaz orbs, in fear of being consumed by the desperate yearning that they exuded. But you couldn’t… wouldn’t miss feeling yourself… drown in the sea of love that he was. You were not allowed to look away from him. He would never say it but everything about his wanton, vulnerable yet dominant demeanour expressed it.
Beneath the strong and graceful man that everyone knew, he was a man starved for your touch, your love and your affection and just a look in his eyes would make your chest tighten with pain, knowing how much this man is devoted to you.
He yearned for your warmth, to feel you writhing under his touch, the heat of your skin teasing his lips, the delicate sound of your heart beating loud in your chest and the invigorating rush of blood running through your veins… all signs that you were alive… and his. He would watch and take in every breath you took, every move you made, every step you took, he wanted all of you… all for himself. No one else.
He would seek your attention, all of it. Endlessly, relentlessly. He would be constantly chased by the thought of losing you, just like he has lost lovers before you. He is, was and always will be damned and cursed with immortality yet blessed to live a long life knowing that he was bestowed with pure bliss by having loved you and being loved by you.
He knows the day will come where he will lose you, where you will no longer be by his side and the void inside him that you had filled would be empty again. Under the veil of poise and utter grace that he wore would linger an abysmal apparition of what is left of a man.
Completely crazed and lost without you.
If he could, he would want to be the centre of your life… world… your universe. If he could, he would keep you all to himself, away from everyone and everything in the world but he knew that it wouldn’t be possible.
It was eccentric behaviour that was not befitting of a man of his stature nor would it be right by you. Would you be happy isolated in a life where you only had him?
Your life was already too short compared to his, so he could never do that to you, even if it was his strongest desire to do so.
You would be his princess that he pampered and spoiled.
You would be the queen that reigned over his immortal heart.
You would be the only Comtesse he always dreamed of.
You were his precious.
And he will make sure with every ounce of his being that you will be so, until the day where the fates forcefully bring your days to an end.
Taglist: @kisara-16 @shhhlikeme @sweetlittlemouse @nafeary @ikefool Hope you enjoyed this 💜 Please feel free to leave comments/feedback! Masterlist Literary references, if you are interested: Pablo Neruda - Every Day You Play; Louis Aragon - There Is No Happy Love; Honoré de Balzac - Lettres à Madame Hanska
When They Are Self Aware [IkeVamp Edition]
(After reading many tumblr posts about sagau and sahsrau, I pondered...)
Warnings: Long, somewhat ooc (some of these are based of my own impression towards them after looking through posts related to them), 4th-wall destroyed, grammars
What happens when the suitors of Ikemen Vampire become self aware that they are game characters?
That question can lead to two possible answers: it's either chaos or wonder.
For now, it's wonder.
Think about it. They are characters based off of existing historical figures from different eras, right? Obviously, this kind of "technology" will baffle them slightly. Because this kind of thing wasn't even really a thing in their prime. The Protagonist serves as your eyes to see everyone. The residents also take notice of this. You can't really share your message across through MC's mouth. But your words did come across through the wind.
Jean may be wary about this, pondering "is this some sort of witchcraft? Or have God decided to come and punish me by filling my mind with madness and uncertainty?". Because, there's someone out there?? Outside this world observing him?? Some being he didn't know?? And they care for him too (judging from how he sometimes heard your quiet sobbing and desperate pleas, telling him to be aware that despite everything, there are people who care for him) ???? But why? He wondered, why? He don't know who or what is this being that is watching him. Certainly, it wasn't God.
But soon, everyone followed. Jean is no longer the only one who become aware of the presence of this being. One by one, the residents of the mansion followed suit.
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Sometimes, whenever Vincent paint sunflowers, everything feels much brighter. He felt some sort of giddiness whenever he draw beautiful scenes. He felt like someone is watching him painting. But this feeling... it didn't frighten him. Rather, he was content. It almost felt like he's a child drawing something while a relative or a parent watching with fond eyes. Sometimes, he swore he heard "I wonder what kind of painting he's making" or "I'm sure his painting is beautiful like the real deal. Too bad they don't show a picture of his paintings".
It's nice that whoever or whatever says this compliments his painting. But real deal? Does this mean someone has painted what he painted before? If so, who? Vincent cannot help but wanting to meet whoever this person is and told them that he wanted to give them credit for the original (poor guy doesn't even know the person you're talking about is the real life counter part of himself).
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Theo often hears soothing whispers in his dreams. Though he sometimes had a nightmare about how his brother died in his arms, these days they are followed by someone (or something) comforting him. Telling him that he's already good enough of a brother. And Vincent will still and always love him. But of course he prefer not to tell anyone about this, including Vincent. He didn't think it was necessary.
But, Theo often felt the same presence around Vincent. Whenever he accompanied him to buy art supplies or helping him with the next exhibition, he felt someone or something watching both of them with benevolence. Like a guardian angel, perhaps. Pair of eyes looking at them with fondness whenever they are together in any occasion. Perhaps there is indeed someone out there that care for them both.
×××
Let's face it, Arthur may or may not put up some theories on the wall of his room at first.
He began to note down these weird feeling of being watched. He will be intrigued. No matter where he looked at, this presence were nowhere near him. Or at least, not physically. But how come their presence lingers despite having no physical appearance? Did they use some sort of invisibility cloak? Or maybe this being is like a fairy, like the ones he believes in?
He may or may not use this as an inspiration for his next story
Though whenever he writes his next manuscript, the presence comes off even stronger. A pair of eyes ogling on him. Arthur felt like he was back in those days where he's working on his assignment as a student while being supervised by one of his professors. But it's different. There's a bit of pity in these invisible pair of eyes. But why did this being pity him for writing? What part of him is pitiable?
×××
Comte knew.
Nobody need to tell him about it. He already sensed this presence–your presence–that watches him and the residents. He have seen many unusual things, especially for someone who have lived for centuries.
Those nights he spent by looking at the sky, his golden lances glances specifically at the moon. Thinking that perhaps the celestial object in the sky could serve as your other pair of eyes aside from the woman who came through the door that was supposed to serve as your "vessel".
He longed for this presence. He longed for you. He felt all of your emotions whenever and wherever he is. Sometimes he felt happiness, bashfulness and sorrow. Like Arthur, he wondered what part of him that you pity. But he's content nonetheless. After all, he knows that there is someone out there who think of him.
×××
Isaac will be curious.
He never stops being curious, despite being awkward and socially shy. He's a scientist, a physician. Scientists ought to be curious of their surroundings.
While your (invisible) presence slightly scares him at first, he wondered where you are. If you're not here, then how are you watching him? From where are you watching him? Could it be that there's another world out there beyond his reach? Beyond the boundaries of this world he currently settles in? Was the theory of the existence of parallel universe gain its fame from now on?
He'll never know unless he finally got to meet you. Science has no boundaries, right?
×××
When Sebastian realized this for the first time, he is... unsure how to feel. Considering that he came from the year where advanced technology is still in research and work in progress overall. Could this be the so called simulated world? Like the ones in those fictional stories? But that's too advanced! No way a human can replicate this kind of experience on such a device! Even if they did, what kind of device is it?
Sometimes he heard your adoring whispers of how he is such a big history geek. It kind of caught him off guard. Getting praised by the residents is more than enough to give him a heart attack but when you did it? He might as well lay down on a sofa for a while to process this newfound sense of content.
×××
Like Comte, Vlad is also aware of this.
To think that there is a world out there, and you living on it. Vlad would definitely be content whenever you log in to the game. To the point he will frequently appear in your check-in screen. Saying things of how he is so happy to see you and your presence always made his day.
He also felt your eyes looking at him whenever he goes on to his usual routine. And you wouldn't believe how giddy it made him feel. He felt like a kid again.
Vlad will also look at the moon whenever he think of you. Once again, like Comte, he believed that the moon in the world he lives in serves as your other pair of eyes to see what's going on in this world. If you were out there watching him, the world you lived in must be a peaceful one. Since he sometimes heard your soft giggles in his dream.
This time, he will find a way to see you. Maybe he could borrow Comte's door for a while.
Or maybe he can... find a way to tinker with the game's mechanics to communicate with you.
×××
Napoleon doesn't really think much about the existence of other worlds. Until now.
He once said that he didn't really care of what people think of him. Or how the books described him. He's just a man right in front of you. In front of your screen, that is. Because that's what he told you. But when he came to realized that the world he's living in is a game, a dimension among the binaries simply with a purpose to satisfy those who seek the thrill and adventures of romance, he is shocked.
What do you mean that there are other people out there who played his route? The only presence he felt was yours. He didn't feel anyone else. Is this some sort of fate? Another destiny given to him?
Sometimes, Napoleon heard your whispers in the wind. One time, when he was teaching the children, he heard your faint whisper of praise. Telling him that he's a good teacher. It made him blanked out for a moment until a child have to tug his hand to get him back on track. Despite contemplating whether to tell Isaac about this or not, he did it anyways. And surprisingly, Isaac told him that sometimes he experiences the same thing.
The former Emperor may look calm on the outside. Meanwhile, he began to bury his face on the pillow as he recalled that day.
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When Dazai blanked out in the rain, he swore he heard an echo of you calling his name. His eyes blinked as more raindrops falling to his skin. Soaking every inch of his clothing wet. His eyes looked around, wondering where your voice came from before looking back to the cloudy sky once again.
When the sound of rain masked any other noises in his surroundings, your voice went through to him. Your voice sound so sad. He thought, Why do you sound so sad? Who are you feeling sad for?
Yet he yearned for your voice. He sometimes wished it will be raining the next day. Or the next month. All because he felt like your voice is much clearer when it's raining. Sometimes he sits so close to the window when it's raining, eyes looking into the distance, and face looking solemn.
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The thought of lovers limited by otherworldly boundaries is such an interesting concept for Shakespeare. It's like Romeo and Juliet but... much better? And with a bit of magic?? No one is dying except that they are now pining for eternity without resolution??
Better be prepared of extra letters you will receive. Sometimes it came from your in-game mailbox. You might want to read it, because it's mostly collection of poem dedicated for you, his so-called otherworldly muse. So many metaphors and shakespearean terms, you might need an expert to help you translate them. Unless you have an experience in arts of theatrics.
Shakespeare will not hesitate to write this down as his new play. About a man who fell in love with a woman who lives far away. And the only thing that could keep them connected was the whispers in the wind. As for how the tale will end, he might need to think about it later. He knew that many of his fans will be a little surprised in this sudden turn of his style. But, hey, he's eager to see you beyond the screen as you watch him directing his play.
×××
Giddy is an understatement. Charles is truly ecstatic. It doesn't matter if he's just a game character. There's someone out there who care for him and loves him? Well, mark him down as happy. He's ready to smother all of his love for you. All he needs to do left is to find a way to get the message across.
What should he send you? An extra diamond? extra drop rate for his card gacha? A bonus secret letter that only you can access? And where should he send his presents? The mailbox? Or just outright on the check-in screen? Charles have so many options yet so indecisive. Because he wants do all of it.
Charles would do anything for you. ANYTHING. He will go through the seven seas and seven land even if it meant that he could finally see you. He's ready to break the game as long as he can talk to you. He's quite lonely, you know?
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Faust chuckled in amusement. The scientist have become the observed guinea pig, huh? What an interesting turn of events.
He wondered if you enjoyed watching him. Now that you see him through the eyes of the female protagonist that became your eyes. He wondered if he looked deeper into her eyes, he will saw you. Right there, beyond the screen. Perhaps giggling or just smiling. Or just having neutral expression.
×××
Overall, once they have realized that they are just game characters and they can "see" you, expect for sudden extra diamonds sitting in your mailbox or their greeting become much much livelier than usual.
Natiii hiii
If your requests are open, is it alright if I request a part 2 of the platonic sibling headcanons for your favourite Ikevamp boys? Where they find out that reader, their precious beloved little sibling, is actually in love with/dating Dazai. I think it would be hilarious xD
Take your time, and remember to put your own health first! ❤
Hi hoooo, Silveeeer! (if you don’t get it, you don’t get it; and it means I’m really old)
Platonic relationships are so cute! Half of them would die if the reader dated anyone, to be honest, HAISUEHSAUIEHSAUIEA. But oooohhh, it was fun to imagine my dearest Isaac! 🤍
I'm sorry it took so long and I hope you liked it! 🤍
gn!reader with a sibling-like relationship with them starts to date Dazai | Isaac, Mozart, Jean, Arthur, Theo and Vincent, and Napoleon
Tags: minor spoilers for Dazai’s route; platonic relationships; sibling-like bond; teeny-tiny suggestive parts for Mozart, Jean, and Theo and Vincent (but still sfw, don’t worry!)
Notes: kind of a part 2 of this post, where gn!reader has a sibling-like relationship with them.
Isaac
“I’m dating Dazai.” — Do you hate him? He feels like you do now.
He was never overprotective or one to pry into your business, but he felt like he should tell you something about it. You are his dearest younger sibling, after all.
He won’t try to separate you not exactly. He just wants to make sure you’re okay — stop glaring at him!
He will ask for Napoleon’s help to have a talk with Dazai. Napoleon is there just giving moral support because he has nothing against the writer. Isaac is in such distress after this talk, he probably got some gray hair. Dazai teased him, and Napoleon didn’t help.
He will tell you about this and every other time Dazai teased him or pulled some kind of prank on him. Might he remind you it was Dazai who gave him wine and said it was juice at the last banquet?
He can finally have a proper talk with Dazai — without being embarrassed or teased — a few weeks later. He can see now that Dazai really cares for you, and his teasing has lessened (but didn’t stop; it never stops).
Just remember your brother is a contrarian, okay? He’ll complain and grimace when he sees you two kissing, but he’ll help you out if Dazai ever tries to avoid you again. He really hopes you two stay together forever; he wants to see you happy.
Now stop bringing him apples every day with the excuse that you’re taking care of your family, Dazai!
No, Dazai, he doesn’t need someone too! Stop trying to set him up with random people!
Mozart
“Dazai asked me out and I said yes.” — “Pfff, no, you didn’t.”
And it’s not because it’s Dazai. It’s because you’re dating. That’s it.
Overprotective brother activated successfully. Every breath you take, every step you take, he’ll be watching you.
Seriously, he’s watching you two like a hawk. You thought Theo had brother issues? Pff! He won’t leave you alone. Or he’ll try to not leave you alone, but Dazai is too cunning and he always finds a way to evade Mozart and take you with him. Your brother might be fuming by now.
He doesn’t even try to talk with Dazai; he just knows he’s not worthy of you. No one is.
You end up having ‘the talk’ with Mozart. Does he remember when he was having a composer’s block, and Dazai helped? That’s how you start your list of “why Dazai is the safest vampire you could date”. You end the list playfully asking if he’d prefer if you dated any of the other writers, like Arthur, and you swear his eyes twitch with only the thought of it.
He tries to keep his pettiness in check for you. Keyword: try. Spoiler alert: he’s not good at it.
He never sees bite marks on your neck, so he thinks everything is okay and still… decent. He freaks out when Arthur points out that Dazai might be biting you on other parts of your body that don’t show when you’re fully dressed. You want to kill Arthur, while Dazai is just giving that closed-eyes smile of his.
Congrats, overprotective brother is back again at full force.
Jean
“I’m dating Dazai.” — “Alright.”
Chill brother ftw!
Sweet, clueless, and innocent brother doesn’t see anything wrong with your relationship.
He’ll just make sure this is what you want and that you’re really happy. He doesn’t need much assurance. He trusts you, and he knows you never lie to him.
He doesn’t have a problem with Dazai, so why should he be worried?
However, he will miss spending more time with you in the beginning of your relationship. So Dazai makes sure to include him in your plans sometimes. He might even help you teach Jean how to write and read. (This is too wholesome to imagine)
Jean doesn’t even know what ‘the talk’ is. The roles are reversed: Dazai ends up having it with him, and you’re freaking out. It ends well though; it seems your new boyfriend didn’t say anything weird. This time.
His only problem might be if he sees you two leaving the same room in the morning. He won’t think much of it until Arthur makes some comment about it. And now Jean thinks you two need to get married. Congrats and thank you, Arthur.
Arthur
“Dazai asked me to date him.” — “Oh, hell no!” — “Oh, hell yes!”
Anyone but him! Seriously! If you don’t want any of the other residents, he can introduce you to someone! He has some acquaintances downtown... That’s when you hit his arm and glare at him. Okay, message received.
He won’t have ‘the talk’ with Dazai, he can’t stand the idea of having this conversation with Dazai.
Again, are you sure you don’t want someone else? If you want a writer, even Shakespeare could be acceptable… You hit him again. Fine! Shakespeare wasn’t acceptable either anyway; he was just desperate.
Dazai doesn’t tease Arthur, so your brother will bring up the times Dazai teased you, like that time you two got stuck downtown because of the rain.
And you bring up the times Dazai helped you, or when he tried to cheer you up. You even list all the times he tried to help him, and Arthur was rude to him.
Touché.
Canonly, he wants to see you breaking Dazai’s masks. So he might accept your relationship just so he can see it and finally be able to read him. Spoiler alert: he still can’t read Dazai, and it drives the sore loser him crazy sometimes.
But you can, so he has to shut his mouth and support you. He’ll be happy for you, eventually.
Theo and Vincent
“I’m dating Dazai.” — “You’ve got the worst taste in men.” — “Oh, congrats! Can we all have lunch together sometime?”
Guess who said what.
Vincent is really happy for you! He already knows Dazai, so he doesn’t need to make sure he is a nice person for you.
Theo is not happy for the exact same reason: he knows Dazai.
He protects you like he protects Vincent and sometimes even more because you are younger. Did you know Dazai goes to the casino? What else does he do downtown? Do you know? Do you seriously trust him?
You have to throw back at Theo that he goes to the pub with Arthur all the time. What does he do there? Why does he only come back in the morning? … Okay, he got it.
Theo promises that he’ll try to contain his brother issues if you’re too upset with him. He doesn’t promise he’ll succeed. Vincent is gladly there to scold him every time.
Vincent will ask if two can pose together for a new painting, while Theo will glare and curse a lot. It’s a lovely painting that you hang in your bedroom.
They’ll both be mad if you shed a single tear because of the writer. Dazai better run, and he better run fast because an angry Vincent is even worse than an angry Theo.
“Sleeping with Dazai is one step removed from sleeping with Arthur.” (he actually says it in Dazai’s route) WAIT. You haven’t slept together yet, have you? HAVE YOU? Vincent had to drag him out of the dining room because Dazai gave that signature smile of his and said, “Oh my, I can’t remember.”
(Imagine Theo lashing out, and Vincent just goes, “Calm down, they just slept together! What’s wrong with sleeping?”)
Theo will try to find a way to have ‘the talk’ with Dazai without you and Vincent knowing. It’ll turn out surprisingly fine, and he starts to trust Dazai a little more. A little.
Arthur is talking about the bite marks not being visible when you’re fully dressed again, just so he can see his best friend losing his mind. Vincent doesn’t understand what’s the problem; he thinks it’s in your arms or some innocent place. God bless this angel.
Theo is back at glaring and cursing.
Napoleon
“Dazai asked me out.” — “Alright, have fun.”
Chill brother ftw! #2
He knows Dazai and he has nothing against him.
He trusts you and your decisions, so he won’t pry or be an overprotective brother mode.
He taught you self-defense and he knows you’ll come to him if you need something anyway.
He will talk to Dazai, but it won’t be exactly ‘the talk’. He just wants to make sure he’s not just killing time with you, even though that’s not something he believes the writer would do… But he’s gotta make sure. It was nice, like friends chatting to catch up on their lives, y’know?
If Dazai runs away from you like he does on his route before you start dating, he will not be pleased. But he will try to help you out, if you ask.
If a single tear is seen in your eyes, you bet he throws the chill-brother-state-of-mind out of the highest window of the mansion along with Dazai.
Seriously, he won’t freak out about your relationship, and he won’t do anything unless you ask him to. He really just wants you to be happy.
He’ll try to read Dazai’s books. Gotta support family.
(Can we imagine him ruffling your hair and then ruffling Dazai’s hair? Okay, sorry…)
Masterlists
😂😂😂
He's so freaking competitive on whoever can spoil MC the most
Average day at the mansion, but make it (kinda) historically accurate
Arthur: holds that men and women are intellectual equals and discrimination based on sex is stupid while genuinely, wholeheartedly believing in gender essentialism
Me: conflicted sweating
Arthur: casually throws around the n-word while defending black rights
Me: conflicted sweating intensifies
Dazai: So what you're saying is that depression has a variety of causes but "moral failing" is not one of them
Me: Yes
Dazai: And it can be purely genetic, like heart problems. It's basically just an illness like any other
Me: Yes
Dazai: And millions of other people around the world are suffering from it just like me
Me: Yep, you're not alone :)
Dazai: proceeds to secretly resent me for eternity
Me: So I think-
Napoleon, turning to Comte: Monsieur, has society truly fallen so far into moral decay that we allow women, unwed and childless at that, to voice their asinine opinions while in the presence of respectable company?
Me and my anger issues zeroing in on his throat: Waterloo 2 Electric Boogaloo hERE I COME
Theo: Vincent, I just got a strongly worded wire and a bill from the bar downtown, what on earth did you do again???
Vincent: You don't have to pay-
Theo: Of course I will pay it but for the LOVE OF GOD-
Dazai at any given moment: why did I say that why did I say that why did I say that OH FUCK why did I do that why did I do that why did I-
Mozart: improvises a bagatelle around some fart joke or other
Me: hitting the griddy as the others look on, disgusted and horrified
Me and Leonardo being equally weird and adhd about anatomy:
The rest of the mansion: aggressively making the sign of the cross whenever we come near
Sebastian: long suffering mediator and professional historical context provider making sure we don't kill each other every hour
“Your Light Found Me…”
Ikemen Vampire Fanfiction (May 2020) Masterlist
Featuring: Jean d’Arc x Female Reader Word Count: 1500 Disclaimer: Ikemen Vampire Characters are the property of Cybird. I make no claim on them as my own. Warnings: Zealous Angst and Depression Note: There were to previous installments of this story but they are lost to the void. I hope this one is still enjoyable.
Jean regretted your first kiss. You knew this. You knew the sting of it. The sadness in his eyes. The fear… You still couldn’t make yourself regret it. You couldn’t make yourself afraid. Not of him. When it came to Jean d’Arc your heart could not feel afraid.
He’d asked you not to seek him out after that. He’d drawn away after you’d spent so much time trying to draw closer. “Can the damned sin, __? Can a demon fall further from heaven, when he is already a fallen angel?” His questions from that night seemed to hollow out his soul. To eat at him continuously every moment he dared to exist. So even though he lived he still felt as though he were dying. “I once knew what it felt like to live a life so full of hope and light that I believed no darkness could touch me.” He’d confided to you when you had convinced him to tell you more about himself. “I never faltered when it came to fulfilling my destiny. No matter what I was accused of, no matter who I lost… I knew my own pain, my own suffering, was simply part of my journey to fulfilling my mission. A mission that was greater than myself. More important than my own life or any of my own desires.” “Yet here, as this fallen creature, this demon condemned to darkness…. my desires overcome my will. My thirst overcomes my own strength. I am weak as a child in the face of temptation. Here there is no saving light. Only a broken creature who once stood between the people of France and their destruction.” You had wondered about the burden of sadness he seemed to carry everywhere with him. It was in those few moments he had finally shown you how consuming that pain was. “I was accused of heresy and burned at the stake… why couldn't I have allowed my suffering to end? What a fool I was to believe I could face this darkness… and still manage to save others.” “I don’t know Jean.” You had replied, unable to keep your voice from trembling. “But when I look at you, I don’t see darkness. I see someone so selfless he’d pay any price to save another person. To protect the innocent, and the suffering… whatever demon you see when you look at yourself? I can’t see him. All I see is the most angelic person I’ve ever met.” You hadn’t expected him to lean forward. To cup your chin with those long fingers of his, drawing it upward as he leaned in to press a tender kiss to your lips. The warmth of his mouth—of his touch—felt almost like a dream. For he drew away from you much like a dream faded into the morning. “I believe, mademoiselle, that a woman as angelic as yourself may only be capable of seeing light in others. Even when there is only darkness left to be found.” With that he disappeared into the night. Leaving your heart aching and empty. Tonight that ache felt sharper than usual. “Jean.” You sighed peering down into the garden where he had so often walked. He always sought the solitude of the night, drawing away from the other residents like a shadow from the light. Where was he now? It had been days since you had seen him. Despite your insistent inquiries both Napoleon and Mozart had left the question unanswered, and the worry you saw in their eyes made your heart clench painfully in your chest. You did not have much more time before the door opened. Would that night—that one kiss—be all you shared? Would Jean and all his burdens simply fade into your past? The mysteries surrounding the beautiful man that haunted your mind seemed to multiply without any hope of your finding answers. You had a feeling that even if you left all of Jean’s secrets here with him in the past they would continue to haunt you when you returned home. You drew away from your starlit view and instead headed downstairs into the deserted halls of the mansion. It was late enough that no one stirred. Well past midnight by your estimation. At times when sleep eluded you, you’d found one or another of the mansion’s residents also wandering the halls. Tonight, however, remained lonely and silent.
You were returning to your room with a tray of warm milk and some sandwiches, hoping that between the snack and a good book you could settle your mind. Yet, when you approached your door you were surprised to find that the hallway was no longer empty. He stood just outside your door. Too far away to knock, yet staring at it as though he could not tear himself away. He was completely unmoving. You couldn’t even sense the motion of his breathing as you drew closer and he did not turn to greet you. Instead he remained a statue, as perfect and beautiful and timeless as any other sculpture. You wanted to speak, to break the spell he cast. Yet your voice wouldn’t respond to your summons. At last he exhaled and turned to look at you. That beautiful amethyst eye seemed deep as the night itself as he gazed at you. He did not attempt to explain his presence, nor did he leave. Instead he simply looked at you as he would study a beautiful painting in the Louvre. You bit your lip and finally summoned the courage to speak. “I missed you.” Those three words were all you could find. He nodded but still did not explain. You found the courage to set the tray you held on a small table in the hallway and drew closer to him. Searching for something to say. “Jean, I…” “There’s light.” He said finally. “What?” You asked looking up at him. His gaze was so intense it made your heart pound. “When I’m with you… there’s light.” You swallowed. “I never thought it would find me again. I never thought—” He lifted his hand and placed it against his heart, curling his fingers against the fabric of his uniform. “I thought darkness was my fate, __. But your light found me…” He said your name.
He always refused to speak to you in such a familiar way, but now your name on his lips made your breath hitch. When he met your gaze his expression was pained, and a tear escaped and ran down his cheek. You couldn’t bear it anymore. Whatever restraint you had shattered, and you rushed into his arms. Holding him close, a sob of your own escaped as his arms pulled you eve closer. When you lifted your face to his he began kissing you. Tender, insistent adoring kisses that stole your breath away. “I love you Jean.” You whispered between kisses. “I love you so much.” “__….” He spoke your name again with the inflection of surprise. As though the taste of it was so distracting, he didn’t know how to react. Finally, he released the breath he’d been holding and whispered back. “I love you… more than anything in this world. Please, stay right here. Let me love you with everything I have. For my heart is yours and only yours.” “And mine is yours, Jean.” You replied. His mouth found yours again. Yet the passion behind his kiss had intensified. He pressed you back against the wall and the tenderness of his touch turned ardent and seeking. His hands reaching up to tangle in your hair as his tongue parted your lips and explored your mouth. Every movement was heated and insistent. You needed to grasp his shirt front just to keep yourself upright. Your heart was pounding so fiercely you were certain it was attempting to escape from your chest. Yet all you could think of was Jean. All you could feel was Jean. He pulled back, breathing heavily, and you could see the internal battle he was waging for control. “I found people that needed my help when I left. People who couldn’t protect themselves. Who couldn’t finish their journey without a hand from a stranger. Yet, every person I helped made me think of you. I didn’t know why. I just couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He reached up cupping your face in his powerful hand. The size of it seemed to dwarf your cheek, yet the warmth of his touch was so pleasant it almost brouth more tears. “Then I realized it was their eyes. Everyone had this look—this light—in their gaze, and I realized that was it. That was what reminded me of you.” He smiled. Not his almost smile this time… it was the most beautiful thin you’d ever seen. “It almost felt as though you’d followed me, as though you’d sent these people to help me see that I was wrong. That your light was strong enough to guide me. That your love was strong enough to help me.”
He took a step back and knelt down in front of you. Then taking your hands in his he pressed his forehead to them with a reverence that left you speechless. “I pledge my heart to you, _. If you will accept my tattered soul, I offer you my life and all my love. For it was you that showed me how to break free of this darkness. To escape the trap of my existence and see beyond myself again.” “Oh Jean…” Your voice faltered as you threw your arms around him, burying your face against his neck. Would he ever stop ensaring your heart like this? It was already his. How could he capture it all over again with his knightly valor and zealous pledges. He stood scooping you into his arms and drawing you close enough to kiss. “May I enter your room, Mademoiselle? I fear I shall lose myself in my love for you…” You smiled. “Yes, and I’d be happy if you did.” “As you wish then, my love.” He smiled and carried you into his room closing the door behind him.
So I’ve seen a lot of headcanons and fics floating around the Cybird/Ikemen fandom spaces about pregnancy or having children, but I have yet to see any childfree content at all, as @sevenai pointed out in a post they made about ikevamp. As such, I’ve put together a list of childfree headcanons for all the ikevamp men for those of us who want such things.
Napoleon — After the tragedy of his only legitimate son’s premature death during his life, I think it’s perfectly plausible that he would not want to try to produce another child of his own. Besides, the children he teaches with Isaac do more than enough to fill the void and warm his heart. I imagine that, at some point, the topic of children would come up and, when his partner would nervously disclose that she doesn’t actually want to have any of their own, he would feel relief.
Leo — Being in a relationship with anyone at all (especially a human) is already more than enough heartbreak, I don’t think he could handle producing a child of his own that he would then have to watch die someday even though no parent should ever outlive their child.
Mozart — This man is obsessive about cleanliness and absolutely cannot tolerate noise. There’s no way in hell he’s ever having a kid.
Arthur — He had five children in his life and so I feel like, for him, he’s already done that and sufficiently fulfilled that desire, so now he doesn’t feel the need to do it over again in this second life. I think he’d be willing to give it a go if that’s what his partner wanted, but I also think he’d be just as content not to.
Vincent — I get that in ikevamp he’s a sweet boy, but he has a past full of tremendous mental health struggles, and I think he’d be afraid of passing that to any potential children. I also think he would be worried about his ability to care for a child.
Isaac — Dude’s already worried he’s going to snack on Comte’s ferret or something, like being in a relationship with a human is PLENTY for him to worry about. Also, he’s a good person who views himself as a dangerous monster, which means he definitely won’t be having kids any time soon. Plus, like Napoleon, he has their little gaggle that they teach and that is genuinely plenty for him. Yeah, I think he’d be perfectly happy to have his partner tell him that there is no desire for children on their part.
Theo — I think he’d be more apathetic about children, where he doesn’t really have a desire for them but he would be willing to have kids if that’s what his partner wanted. He already has his partner, his bother, and his career, and that is more than enough for him to be happy.
Jean — First off, Jean is 19. Secondly, he hates himself and what he is, like Carlisle from Twilight. Maybe he would’ve wanted kids in life, but there is no way in hell he’d want to create half vampire spawn.
Will — Given that he was always running away from his wife and kids in his life, I think it’s safe to assume he never wanted them, even before he died. I think, given the context of his real marriage with Anne, he would be grateful to discover that his partner doesn’t want to have kids with him and it would be another indicator to him that this relationship is actually a good match.
Comte — I think he has no desire of his own for children and I also think he is hella devoted to whoever he chooses to be in a relationship with and will do anything to make them happy, so even if he did want kids he still would 100% fold to a childfree partner. There’s also that element of tragedy like with Leonardo that we’ll also see with Vlad.
Dazai — He’s either actively suicidal or very recently got better and definitely does not feel like he has the capacity to care for a child. Also, someone who hates themselves so much they’d choose to become a vampire solely so they could live long enough to kill their infant self is definitely not going to want to reproduce. Like Isaac, he sees himself as dangerous and I don’t think he would trust himself with something like having kids and I think that being in a relationship is already massively stressful for him.
Sebastian — He has a terminal illness, so there could be concern about passing whatever it is to any future children. He also probably would just not want to have to subject children to dealing with his inevitable, premature death. Even without all that, like if he can get magically cured by Faust or something, I don’t really see him actively wanting to have children, like I think he’d be more of a “travel the world with your partner in a delightfully comfortable DINK arrangement” kind of guy.
Vlad — Yeah I think he’d 100% just be a “whatever you want” guy who values his partner above all else, including potential people who don’t exist yet.
Faust — He’s kinda weird with kids tbh in a way that reminds me of myself — uncomfortable but kind of nice and gives in easily to whatever they want — which makes me think he doesn’t really like them and doesn’t really want them. I could see him kind of wanting to reproduce with a human as an experiment, but I really don’t see him genuinely desiring to have children.
Charles — I get the vibe that he’ll be a very possessive yandere once he’s in a relationship and won’t want to share his partner with anyone at all, including potential children of their own. He actually gives me the impression that even if his partner came to him and shared that they genuinely wanted to have children with him, he might insist they not because of this trait of his.
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