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Favourite Colour: Blue of any shade

Last Song: Level Up by Travis Japan

Currently Reading: The Lord of The Rings by Tolkien

Currently Watching: Squid Game S3

Currently Craving: Ice Cream

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1. Favorite Color: green of any variety

2. Last Song: good dancers by the sleepy jackson bc i am cold and miserable and yearning for summer

3. Currently Reading: lapvona by ottessa moshfegh. slowly. it is testing me

4. Currently watching: i don't watch much tv tbh. lately i have been comfort rewatching all of claire saffitz's gourmet makes videos

5. Currently Craving: a swim in the sea. a big bowl of beef pho. a man to put me in a headlock

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A Younger Temptation

Hello everyone, this is the fifteenth chapter of the series I’m doing of Ikémen Vampire x teen reader which I hope you’ll all like and support. I will try to update as much as possible. I can’t promise it’ll be everyday, but I’ll try to whenever I have time. This fic also may not fully follow everything that happens in the game, though I’ve tried to include some parts from the game, but they might also happen at different points. Enjoy.

I don’t own Ikémen Vampire, only my own oc’s. All rights reserved for Cybird.

Themes: platonic, fluff, first kiss, violence, fainting, vampire bite, angst

Chapter Fifteen - The Ball

Later that evening, it all started.

People would be arriving from 6pm sharp (with the exception of a couple of decorators Comte called in to help) so I, along with the others, began getting ready at 5pm.

I carefully placed the rose red dress over my half naked body, adjusting it to a more comfortable position, before slipping my matching heels on, brushing through my dark locks and dabbing light makeup on my face.

Three pieces of jewellery lay in front of me: a ruby necklace, ring and earrings that Leo had gifted me to go with my outfit.

I wrapped the necklace around my neck, the stone resting in the middle of my collarbone, pierced the earrings in my ears and placed the ring on my index finger.

As I was checking myself out in the mirror to ensure everything looked perfect, a knock sounded on my door. “Come in,” I spoke, revealing Leo who walked in and gave me a gentle smile in the mirror. “You look stunning, cara mia,” he said as I took in his own outfit.

He wore a black suit with a crisp white shirt, a navy tie and matching dark shoes which looked as though they had either been newly polished or hadn’t been worn in a while.

“Thank you, you too. Should I come down now?” I questioned as he nodded in response. “Whenever you’re ready, though, don’t let yourself be swayed by pesky boys,” he lightly warned as I turned a shade darker, vigorously shaking my head.

He chuckled as I followed him down the velvet staircase, trying to keep my composure.

The men were all standing around, talking as they waited for the clock to chime 6:00, but Comte turned as we walked over to their fairly large group.

“Wow, ma chérie, you look perfecta,” he spoke softly with a warm smile as I gave a shy grin in response.

“Not bad, hondje,” Theo interjected though the twinkle in his light eyes gave other thoughts.

“Y/N’s gonna get hooked by the end of the night,” Arthur stated with a playful smirk as I lightly hit his arm. “That is not happening, Art. You probably will, but not me,” I countered. A hand flew to his heart as he mockingly gasped loudly. “You offend me, love.”

I grinned as I took in each of their various darkly coloured suits, each seeming different, but having the same theme.

Before I knew it, the grandfather clock chimed six and, as if on cue, knocks sounded on the front door. “It’s showtime,” Arthur and Dazai spoke in unison.

The evening started smoothly.

Seb served small platters of food and drinks of all kind to the guests who danced, chatted and laughed their way through the evening, talking amongst themselves and with some of the men, causing a cacophony of voices to linger in the air.

I weaved through groups of men and women flirting and dancing as I left the sides of Mozart and Jean, Mozart who was busy playing sweet melodies on the piano; Jean who was stood awkwardly beside him in the corner, heading towards the teenage boy who I had spotted from afar.

“Hey, pretty boy,” I breathed in his ear as he spun around with a gentle smile. “Hey, pretty girl. So, you really live here?” He replied in wonder as we began walking around, arm in arm. “It’s a long story, but yeah, I do.”

Mozzie changed tunes from playing uplifting background music to a slow waltz. The brunette offered me his hand which I accepted as we glided along with everyone else.

“You’re quite a good dancer,” he complimented, guiding me around in a smooth circle. “So are you,” I replied, smiling secretively.

As I twirled around, I noticed Napo, Vince and Arth talking and watching from the sidelines, then also spotting me with Pierre. I avoided their gazes as I could already hear Arthur’s teasing laugh.

“Hey, isn’t that the rose flower guy?” Pierre caught my attention, staring past my shoulder as I turned and followed his gaze, spotting the white haired, crimson eyed florist we had seen in the market weeks ago.

He was standing silently near the back of the room in between two other men, drinking wine and surveying the room with a neutral expression as if he was looking for someone.

“Seems like it,” I spoke absentmindedly as the song came to an end and we swiftly exited the dance - ballroom - floor, heading for a hidden corner.

“So, this is where you’ve been hiding?” He chuckled with a mischievous grin which I effectively mirrored. “Of course. This is my secret abode,” I continued as he laughed - a warm sound that made my stomach flutter.

“Is your brother not here?” I questioned, noticing the younger wasn’t around, though I supposed Comte kept invitations strictly adults and well behaved teenagers, keeping children excluded.

He confirmed my thoughts. “Only the step-siblings,” he spoke with a slight shudder.

For a moment we sat in a comfortable silence, letting the buzz and low hum of the guests talking, laughing and dancing fill the air as we stared out at them. Everyone was neatly dressed in their best clothes, meaning to impress others as was the custom with the rich, flaunting their wealth through the quality of their clothes and jewellery.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the two top buttons of Pierre’s jacket were undone, revealing the crisp white of his shirt underneath. I also caught his emerald orbs glancing down at my own rose red dress as our eyes locked, the air between us growing warmer.

Until two people came over, at least.

“Well, look at this, Pierre with his commoner girlfriend. Even if you are of nobility, you lack the appearance of one,” a snarky male voice sounded as a blonde boy came into view, a sneer ripping his lips.

I instantly recognised him as one half of Pierre’s step-siblings, looking down on anyone who they deemed to be under them.

“What do you want, Laurel?” The boy beside me demanded in a hard tone, slowly rising to his feet, standing in front of my figure.

“No need to get defensive, Pierre. I just came to see the beauty you’ve claimed,” the male responded with a wicked grin, staring down at me unlike the way Pierre had.

“Claimed? What is she, an animal?” My fists clenched in anger as Laurel continued, though I had stopped listening, focusing only on one thing.

I knew how women were treated and viewed as in this time period, but I hadn’t realised the extent of the sexism that occurred. I also had no control over my 21st century learnings of women’s rights and defensive reflexes take over.

I jumped up, dusted my crimson dress down, grabbed a fistful of blonde locks and kicked him in the shin, causing him to double over and send me a menacing glare.

I threw one right back, making it crawl under his skin as he stepped back before fully leaving us.

I turned to Pierre with an apologetic look, unsure of what came over me, but a dazed smile graced his lips as he stared back, wide eyed. I shrugged in return before suggesting we leave, conscious of the wandering eyes that had begun turning to us, women and men alike whispering behind their hands.

On our way out, I caught the gold eyes of Comte who looked worried, concern creasing his forehead, before he relaxed at seeing it hadn’t been serious. Leo and Seb, who both stood on either side of him, threw me cautious and serene smiles but didn’t question my actions.

Me and Pierre walked side by side in a warm silence, no words needing to be spoken, until we came to the small pond by neat beds of multicoloured flowers where Dazai’s large koi fish resided, watching them swim lazily around, their backs arched.

“He deserved it and you look beautiful,” Pierre spoke simply, a gentle smile gracing his lips as he softly placed a kiss on mine.

“Awe, our Y/N got her first kiss,” a familiar, loud British accent pierced the air as the owner came into view, followed by a stumbling Japanese.

“Seriously, Arthur!” I groaned in embarrassment and annoyance as the two authors waddled over to us.

“She’s our baby,” Dazai enunciated, “our baby sister.” He wrapped arms protectively around me which I shrugged off, rolling eyes, a slightly awkward smile coming onto my lips.

“I’m sorry about this,” I whispered to Pierre as he chuckled, his pale cheeks heating up. “It’s quite alright,” he replied.

I grabbed Dazai’s arms and gave them to the other teen, asking for help, who readily caught them and coaxed the Japanese author back into the mansion while I dealt with Arthur.

While I was trying to convince him to turn back, I noticed his face come closer, his words slurring as his head fell onto my shoulder.

If I knew then what I came to know later on, perhaps things would’ve been different.

Without warning, Art pushed me back against a rounded tree and a sharp pain flooded my nerves. A stab wound - no, not a stab but something - pushed against my neck as my mind faltered and the world tipped around me.

Arthur, a brother figure I had grown close to, had done something to me. Caused me great amounts of pain.

“Y/N!”

I don’t know how long it took for me to wake from the searing pain that ricocheted throughout my body, the pain starting at my neck.

Days? Hours? Weeks? Years?

Time was an abstract, unknowable thing to me as I slumbered; I couldn’t tell or keep track of it.

At times, I faintly heard voices over my head as parts of speech made its way to my ears. Words coming from familiar tones.

“She’ll be fine.” “You can’t blame yourself, Arthur.” “We need to tell her, ‘Comte.’”

Arthur. Did he really injure me? Arthur.

The playful, flirty Sherlock author who had treated me as a little sister, who I saw as an older brother.

I couldn’t feel anger towards him. Perhaps I should’ve, but I couldn’t.

Arthur. Did it really happen?”

Chapter 16 coming soon.

Preface

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Masterlist

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Family Headcanons

Hello everyone, these are my headcanons of what I think the Twisted Wonderland boys’ families would be like and will include canon and made-up characters, but please don’t hesitate to tell me if there is anything I have missed about them or you would like me to add. Enjoy.

I don’t own Twisted Wonderland characters, only my own oc’s, everything else belongs to Disney and Aniplex.

Also, I’m not an artist and can’t draw so I will only provide descriptions of appearances, but please feel free to draw your own depictions if you want to.

Jamil Viper

Iain Viper

Jamil’s father.

I imagine him to have dark brown hair and matching eyes and be around 42 years old.

I feel like he’d be very caring and loving and always provides as much as he can for his family despite their servant status and doesn’t want that to shape who they are as people.

He also tries to hide their poor status from his children or, at least, doesn’t want them to know how deep they are in poverty along with his wife, despite their children having an idea of how poor they are, wanting them to grow up with as much money as they can and have as much lavish objects they can afford.

As a father, he is very much in tune with his wife and almost never gets into arguments and is quick to defend his family from anyone who talks less of them, wanting to prove his worth as a citizen and father, even if he can’t provide for them as much as others can. He’s also incredibly protective over both Jamil and Najma, especially after his overblot, and takes care to bond with them both and understand their feelings about their situation more deeply.

His character is inspired by Iago (bird in Aladdin).

Nara Viper

Jamil’s mother.

I imagine her to have chocolate brown hair and darker eyes with hair a bit longer than Jamil’s and be around 42 years old.

I feel like she’d be sweet and loving and has a similar personality to her husband as she wants to do the best she can for her children and provide them with as good a life as she can, despite their poverty.

She’s more timid and prefers to get her job done rather than complain about it and try to start again with it, having accepted their way of life with having little money, though she tries to make the best of it. She also tries to hide how little money they have from her children, even though she knows they know, and likes to imagine they can have anything they want and tries to give Jamil and Najma everything she can.

As a mother, I imagine her to be very attentive and in tune with both her husband and children and is also very protective over them, wanting to shield them from their poverty, although they understand why they are poorer than most. After Jamil’s overblot, she decides to take more time getting to know him and listens to his feelings more, doing the same for his sister as her worries over them both increase.

Her character is inspired by Nasira (Jafar’s sister).

Najma Viper

Jamil’s younger sister.

She has dark brown hair like Jamil’s and lighter brown eyes and is 14 years old.

She has a bubbly personality and is a very social butterfly, always willing to make friends and can easily interact with those she hasn’t met before, and is very outgoing and positive.

As a sister, I imagine she easily annoys Jamil without realising she is doing so as also likes to talk and chat with everyone around her, including her brother, and also has a strong sibling bond with him though he tries to deny it. She’s also quite popular among her peers and often innocently teases Jamil for being more of a loner, but rarely argues with him as she knows he is unable to hold things against her since she’s his cute little sister, and definitely knows this.

I imagine her character is inspired by Jasmine, though I’m not sure.

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M - My Universe by Coldplay and BTS

U - Under Pressure by Queen and David Bowie

L - Liar by Silia Kapsis

T - Thank U by Ateez

I - Ice On My Teeth by Ateez

S - Supernova by Aespa

T - The Black Cat Nero by Ateez

A - Another Day by Monday Kiz and Punch

N - NO1 by ATEEZ

D - Dream by Lisa

O - Over The Rainbow by Judy Garland

M - MATZ by Ateez

W - Whiplash by Aespa

R - Ride On Time by Rainych

I - Imagine by John Lennon

T - Thunder by Seventeen

E - Enough by Ateez

S - Skin by Ateez

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S - stupid liar / bigbang

Z - zutter /gtop

O - on my own / three days grace

N - number 1 / bigbang

Y - your idol / saja boys

I - i am the best / 2ne1

X - x-kid / green day

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A Younger Temptation

Hello everyone, this is the fourteenth chapter of the series I’m doing of Ikémen Vampire x teen reader which I hope you’ll all like and support. I will try to update as much as possible. I can’t promise it’ll be everyday, but I’ll try to whenever I have time. This fic also may not fully follow everything that happens in the game, though I’ve tried to include some parts from the game, but they might also happen at different points. Enjoy.

I don’t own Ikémen Vampire, only my own oc’s. All rights reserved for Cybird.

Themes: platonic, fluff, tension, Shakespearean

Chapter Fourteen - Meeting Shakespeare

“Y/N, meet my old friend, William,” Mama Bear introduced me to the newcomer as silence descended upon the room.

“What is he doing here?” Arthur asked coldly as he glared daggers at the man supposedly called ‘William.’

My eyes flickered between the authors stony blue eyes and the other man’s amused expression, sensing an unexplained tension between them hanging in the air. His heterochromatic eyes stared at me curiously as I unconsciously shrank back under his questioning gaze, feeling a surprising feeling of discomfort.

“Comte, thee did not tell me thee hath a new resident,” the dark haired man spoke in an old fashioned way as my brows tugged down, unexpectedly feeling as though I had heard this kind of speech before.

I stared as the name came over me . . . He was talking in a Shakespearean accent. Wait, this wasn’t the William I thought it was, was it?

“This is Y/N. She came through the door a couple of weeks ago and is staying here for the time being,” Comte explained softly, scanning the man’s unreadable expression, before leading him out. Before they fully left though, the blonde nobleman turned his head and shot a warning glare in Arthur’s direction.

Now, I was the curious one. “So, what’s the story?” I spoke as they disappeared into other rooms, facing the Sherlock creator with folded arms.

His face was still stone hard with an unknowable tension as he let out a very audible sigh as if he was dealing with someone he really didn’t want to, immediately replying before the sentence was fully out of my mouth. “Nothing. Just stay away from him.” So, I was given a warning, huh? But why?

Our voices almost in sync, we both stared and blinked.

“Hey, why don’t you go and make sure you’re outfits ready for tomorrow, Y/N,” Isaac suggested, breaking the tension floating in the air, as my attention shifted to him.

Slowly, I stood and hesitantly walked out but instead of heading upstairs, I crept into the kitchen where Sebastian was making coffee for Theo who was sat at the small kitchen table.

“Hey, Seb, Theo,” I greeted them with a slight incline of my head as I leant against a countertop. “Hey, Y/N,” the butler replied, placing a steaming mug of dark liquid in front of the art dealer who accepted it gratefully, taking a sip, his lips grimacing at the heat.

“What do you want, hondje?” The latter questioned - more like demanded. I took a breath of air before answering, preparing myself for any strange reactions from him as well.

“There’s a new guy, William, Arthur doesn’t seem to like him very much and he talks in an extremely old fashioned way,” I began, searching the brunettes face for answers.

He and Seb shared an unreadable look, both seeming to be having the same thoughts, before nonchalantly continuing their tasks.

“Neither do I,” Theo responded, “you should keep from going near him.” “But, why?” I pressed, wanting to know exactly what it was they hated so much about William who, if I was correct, was William Shakespeare.

After all, it couldn’t be coincidence that both he and Arthur had told me the same thing: stay away from this newcomer, William.

“Shakespeare isn’t exactly how history paints him to be,” Seb informed me quietly, choosing his words carefully, as my jaw dropped open, not quite believing my ears.

I was right. William Shakespeare. The man who had caused me so much grief in English class was under the same roof as me and everyone else here.

In a way, I wasn’t as surprised as I would’ve been two weeks ago, but it was still quite a shock as I least expected him to be here of all historical figures.

Maybe it would be better for me to keep away from him as much as I could, not wanting to relive the painful moments of learning about Shakespearean and the technicalities the old language had.

I woke up bright and early in the morning, unwillingly, as I heard a series of bangs and shouts from the men downstairs who were, I assumed from the scraping sounds, moving furniture in the living room to create space for the upcoming ball.

The crimson dress I would be wearing was draped over the back of the chair sitting in front of my mirror with the matching rose shoes underneath.

I changed into my modern styled clothes and traipsed down the stairs to join the others who were dragging tables, sofas and chairs into the music room, bringing the piano out to sit comfortably in a corner.

Arthur and Theo were dragging the last two chairs out, panting with the effort, before Art saw me.

“Hey, love, finally awake, eh?” I tiredly grinned at him as I asked, “What’s going on?” “We’re making space for tonight and Mozart’s going to play,” Theo replied as I stared in wonder at the grand piano.

“Everything seems to be ready. Do you all have outfits ready?” Comte questioned, but I stopped listening as I wandered over to the piano, wanting to hear it be played straight up. It had been so long since I’d last played myself. But, I didn’t. It wasn’t mine and I knew how protective Mozart was over his music.

Who I would see and hear play tonight.

Instead, I joined Vincent in the garden who was painting the multicoloured flowers in front of him, the plants set out in an orderly fashion.

I watched him quietly, taking in his posture and the way his hands glided across the canvas.

It was beautiful. It reminded me of home.

Preface

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Masterlist

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Deja Vu

Hello everyone, this is a one shot I have written of Seongjoong (Seonghwa and Hongjoong) which I hope you’ll like. Enjoy.

Themes: angst, ship, breakup, talk of the past, memories

Seonghwa hadn’t wanted to end it in the way he did - or at all - but he knew he’d had no choice.

His sexuality had never been the problem for his parents, if anything, they had encouraged him, not wanting to push their only child away, and supported him fully. 

The only problem they did have was his choice in boyfriend.  Seonghwa, initially, was what anyone would call a near stereotypical goofy two shoes: he’d been class president every year since elementary, his grades were always top notch, never surpassing less than a B, he avoided trouble at all costs. Yet his type in men was anything but stereotypical.

It was his first year at college when he came into contact with the young adult every girl had dreamed of being with, marking their ultimate relationship weeks later. He’d always thought of it like another kind of fairytale, something you’d read in books, him, the nerdy nobody, falling for the popular it boy.

Memories of their first meeting, their first kiss, their first date swirled around in Seonghwas mind as he stared out at the dark grey surface of the river, its casual waves bringing shells and unfortunate creatures tumbling to the shore. 

It was in days like these that he often found himself travelling back in time to when he’d thought he’d found the one for him, someone who understood him more than he understood himself. And, truly, Hongjoong was that person.

Yet, months after their relationship became publicly official, he’d found it hard to think about anything other than his bad boy boyfriend and came close to failing his course, sparking worry in his parents over whether his partner was right for him.

So, following a hearty argument over Hongjoong, Seonghwa had vowed to limit their time together and concentrate more on his studies, wanting to live up to his expectations of being the one to bring his family pride.

It had affected both him and Hongjoong negatively, but he reasoned it was for the best and both of their sakes if they wanted to make it through college without having to retake it, though it was ultimately the thing that tore them apart in the end. 

Due to the disputes and growing tension between them, they had both called a truce to break of the relationship and move on with their lives, separately. 

A wave of deja vu crashed over him as he recalled the day of their breakup, by the very bridge he was now standing on, feeling like the rocks down below as if he was moments from being drowned and ruined, having to leave the one he thought was the one. 

Hongjoong had known, deep inside, that it was the right call - the breakup he suffered with his months long boyfriend. 

Despite his growing reputation as being a stereotypical bad boy, he hadn’t liked everything he had been accused of doing or saying, or even doing some of the things he did. 

If he was being honest, he didn’t know when he had been heralded as the school bad boy by his peers, but he noticed it was after he’d gotten into a minor fight with another boy who was more than rude to everyone, to say the least, causing Hongjoong to want to give him a taste of his own medicine. 

He just hadn’t meant for it to escalate as it had.

But, even without his infamous reputation, he was still below Seonghwa in most things: his attendance since elementary, his grades sinking low, the lowest being an F-, his need to stand up for what’s right and causing slight chaos along the way.

As the two men had grown closer, he’d steadily felt guilty for the way he had treated seonghwa at their first meeting, thinking he was nothing more than a nerd and a loner who refused to be in the public eye, consequently treating him like trash.

Yet, surprisingly, it had never pushed him away. If anything, to hongjoong at least, it had seemed as though his brashness increased Seonghwas need for interacting with him, despite their harsh relationship at the beginning.

Though, after the first initial weeks of unofficially dating, Hongjoong had discovered a new side to Seonghwa, one the other rarely revealed to anyone. 

And, so, the attractiveness increased, though he always knew it wasn’t meant to be.

Seonghwa was too good, too perfect, to be with someone like Hongjoong - someone who couldn’t care less about education or grades or anything remotely useful in the big bad world that was life. 

Maybe that was why he hadn’t tried too hard to persuade Seonghwa to keep going, instead accepting their fate and breaking apart from him, knowing his uncaring lifestyle was affecting his lover in a way he didn’t want it to.

He deserved better. Better than anything Hongjoong could give.

Staring out at the open landscape of emerald green grass, littered with the slight browning of leaves as summer came to its subsequent end, memories of the last day they spent together took over his mind, blocking out everything else around him. 

Back then, Seonghwa was all he could’ve asked for, the only thing he had truly wanted to work hard for, but it had been pointless as they were too different, too incompatible to really work together.

A wave of deja vu crashed over him as recalled the day before their breakup, picnicking on the very field he now stood in the centre of, pretending like they weren’t planning on breaking up the next day, feeling like the trees losing their leaves piece by piece, having to leave the one he thought was the one. 

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Family Headcanons

Hello everyone, these are my headcanons of what I think the Twisted Wonderland boys’ families would be like and will include canon and made-up characters, but please don’t hesitate to tell me if there is anything I have missed about them or you would like me to add. Enjoy.

I don’t own Twisted Wonderland characters, only my own oc’s, everything else belongs to Disney and Aniplex.

Also, I’m not an artist and can’t draw so I will only provide descriptions of appearances, but please feel free to draw your own depictions if you want to.

Jack Howl

Kira Howl

Jack’s mother.

I imagine her to have dark brown hair with matching eyes and be around 41 years old.

I feel like she’d be a coach for a female football team and be an inspiration for Jack to want to also follow sports which she fully supports him in, occasionally training him herself to keep his stamina and fitness up.

As a mother, I feel like she’d be very doting, but not overly so, making sure her children are well looked after but also leaving them to their own devices and to learn some things by themselves, allowing them to have their own independence as well as letting them lean on her.

She’s also very protective over her pack and strives to only give them the best and wants them to make their own decisions with little help from her. I also feel like she’d be the type to only insert herself in her kids personal lives if they needed help or advice on something, but be quite laidback and trust them to come to her, not wanting to impose too much while also looking out for them.

Her character is inspired by Kiche from White Fang (at least, I presume Jack is inspired by that movie, but I’m not 100% sure).

Hamish Howl

Jack’s father.

I imagine him to have lighter brown hair and light hazel eyes similar to Jack’s and be around 42 years old.

I feel like he’d be a sportsman who’s quite well known in their town but not overly famous, being someone Jack looks up to and inspires him to also follow the path of being athletic and do something in sports.

As a father, I feel like he’d be very protective and supportive of his children and allows them to have freedom to a certain extent, not wanting to be too overbearing, but also not wanting to be too distant. He definitely has a little tradition he does with each of his children to stay close and spend time with them.

He’s also very much in tune with his wife’s ideas and parental methods, having a close and loving relationship with her, and be very similar to how protective he is while also only wanting the best for his pack, giving his kids room and space to grow and learn on their own while also being there for them if they ever need it.

His character is inspired by Henry from White Fang (if Jack is based on White Fang, that is).

Chase Howl

Jack’s older brother.

I imagine him to have a mixture of dark brown hair with light brown eyes like Jack’s and be a 4th year at NRC at the age of 19.

I feel like he’d also be quite athletic and be training to be an athlete trainer, being incredibly outgoing, supportive and also competitive as he strives to win every time, and also wants to help others achieve gold.

As a brother, I feel like he’d be very teasing and consistently joke around with his younger siblings, but is also someone they can rely on if needed, making them all have a close relationship even if they do annoy each other from time to time. I feel like he’d also be another role model for his siblings and helps to look after them and makes sure they don’t push themselves too far, acting like another parent at times as well as an older brother.

His character is inspired by them being wolf beastmen.

Luna Howl

Jack’s younger sister.

I imagine her to have white blonde hair like Jack’s with dark brown eyes and be around 14 years old.

I feel like she’d be very outgoing and popular among her friends and classmates (going to a female version of a middle school NRC) and is the person others go to for help.

As a sister, I feel like she’d be easily exasperated by them since she’s the only other girl in a family of mostly men and sometimes finds them incredibly annoying - especially her brothers. Though, apart from the teasing, I feel like she’d be very close with all of them and helps her parents around whenever she can, also looking up to her older brothers and being protective over her younger.

Her character is inspired by them being wolf beastmen.

Crescent Howl

Jack’s younger brother.

I imagine him to have a mixture of dark blonde/brown hair with hazel eyes and be around 11 years old.

I feel like he’d be more timid than the rest of his family and doesn’t like to talk much, having a small selection of friends and sticking to what he knows instead of finding new people to connect with. I also imagine him going to an NRC-like version of middle school.

As a brother, I feel like he’d be treated like a baby (as the youngest) and isn’t always taken seriously due to his young age, but is very thoughtful and smarter than most his age, liking to read and study more than doing physical activities. He definitely admires all of his older siblings who he perceives as being incredibly cool and often wishes he was more like them, but also knows they love him the way he is.

His character is inspired by them being wolf beastmen.

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A Younger Temptation

Hello everyone, this is the thirteenth chapter of the series I’m doing of Ikémen Vampire x teen reader which I hope you’ll all like and support. I will try to update as much as possible. I can’t promise it’ll be everyday, but I’ll try to whenever I have time. This fic also may not fully follow everything that happens in the game, though I’ve tried to include some parts from the game, but they might also happen at different points. Enjoy.

I don’t own Ikémen Vampire, only my own oc’s. All rights reserved for Cybird.

Themes: platonic, fluff, embarrassment

(Frère - brother, soeur - sister).

Chapter Thirteen - A Visit to Pierre

The day before the ball, I visited Pierre who I found sitting in the park, watching his brother who was one of Isaac and Napo’s students.

“Hey, pretty boy,” I greeted him as he grinned playfully, turning his head towards me as I sat down beside him on the bench.

“Hey, pretty girl. It’s been a while,” he replied as I grinned back. “I’m sorry about my step siblings the first time we met,” he continued with a tight smile as I softened my own.

“It’s ok. They’re not completely wrong.” “But, I don’t see you like that. Nor does my brother.”

I smiled as Joséph caught my eye and sent me a huge wave while eyeing his teachers who were either oblivious or chose to be. Though, I noticed the two men briefly glance in my direction, their eyes roving the boy beside me, but I made no move to show recognition.

“I’m attending a ball tomorrow evening at Le Comte’s mansion. Would you like to join me?” Pierre questioned, his emerald eyes glued to the ground before he lifted them to meet mine.

I stared, shocked. I had been asked out many times within the last couple of years - mostly recently - but none were as genuine as this French boy was. Even if this wasn’t for a date. A comfortable outing for two people who were strictly friends and nothing more.

I debated whether or not to tell him I was already attending, lived there in fact, before settling on something close to the truth.

“I’d love to, though I am also going,” I told him which caused his eyes to slightly widen, but his surprised expression was soon replaced by an easy grin.

“It’s a date then.”

He looped an arm around mine as we waltzed down the cobbled streets, me trying to hide the blush that spread across my cheeks at his words, sometimes stopping to stare at stalls along the way.

We passed both an art and book store set up close together where I caught sight of a blonde, brunette and blue haired man, the latter noticing me as we made our way to the front. Of course we had to see Vincent, Theo and Arthur.

“Hello, lovebirds,” Arthur’s British accent trilled behind us, causing me and Pierre to whip our heads around, finding the author standing a little way behind us, a playful grin plastered on his face. Withholding a sigh, I greeted him, inwardly cringing at being seen like this.

“Hey, Arthur,” I breathed with a small smile as Pierre stood straighter, staring at the man (with the addition of Vince and Theo) with a confident gaze, no doubt getting a feel that he was somewhat related to me.

“You’re the boy our little sister is friends with,” the blonde artist remarked, as a statement or question I couldn’t decide, a warm smile gracing his lips. The brunette boy slightly turned to me at Vincent’s words as the room heated up, his leaf green eyes shining.

My eyes widened as I stared at the three men in front of us, willing for nothing more to be said, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop Vince. “You’ve talked about me?” The French boy asked as I noticed a grin spread across his face.

“What? Of course not,” I lightly teased, tugging at his arm, wanting to bury myself alive due to the immense embarrassment I was overcome with.

Luckily, our little run-in was cut short as he agreed to my request of heading back, knowing he would probably be needed back as it wouldn’t be long until the lesson was finished, meaning the two boys would be needed back home soon after that.

He chuckled heartily as we stalked past the three residents, Pierre’s emerald eyes burning into my scalp.

“Goodbye, then, lovebirds,” I head Arthur distantly call from behind us as we retraced our steps.

The sun burned bright in the centre of the sky, signaling midday, lighting up the path in front of us as a warm glow was casted onto the streets.

A slightly awkward silence hung in the air between us as we silently walked down the cobbled stones to the lush fields where Napo and Isaac were finishing their teaching to the crowd of semi-engaged children sitting in front of them.

Isaac caught my eye as we stopped a few feet away and spoke to Napoleon who glanced over, one eyebrow raised as he saw my and Pierre’s blushing states - well, me more than the green eyed French boy.

We stood there as the kids began to stand and resume their former activities or going home as Joséph did.

He raced over to us with a large playful grin smothering his face exclaiming, “Bonjour, mon frère et soeur,” as he took his place beside his brother while we began walking in the direction of, I assumed, their house.

“How were the lessons?” Pierre questioned in French which I could understand, diffusing the awkwardness that formerly stood between us.

“They were alright, quite fun today, in fact,” Joséph answered happily before glancing at each of us in turn. “Have you and mademoiselle been flirting again?”

To say that my breath hitched in my throat was an understatement. I briefly closed my eyes and took a breath, willing for the cool spring breeze to prevent the burning from spreading.

Though, it also made me think. Were me and Pierre flirting, really? I hadn’t entirely thought of it like that, but we had gotten fairly close in the two weeks we had known each other, definitely not enough time for us to develop romantic feelings for each other.

I peeked over at him, noticing his face had turned cherry red as he lightly shook his head, but that only made his brother’s grin wider.

A large brick-layered, terrace-roofed house came into view at the end of a long street which was surrounded by houses of the same style, causing me to think that this area was one for the rich and wealthy.

I was used to seeing large, posh houses, but it was different seeing true old fashioned ones built in the 19th century up close.

I hung behind Pierre as we walked through a wooden gate surrounded by bright red roses and tulips, coming to an abrupt stop as Joséph ran up the path and opened the front door, closing it softly behind himself.

“Thanks for today,” Pierre spoke, turning around to face me. “It was fun.” A gentle smile graced his lips which I mirrored.

“You too. I’ll see you tomorrow night?” I replied quietly, hoping I at least glanced him at the ball, despite the teasing I would gain from it from Arthur and Dazai.

He nodded. Before fully turning to leave, he hesitated, seeming to argue with himself about something, before placing a small kiss on my cheek in the polite French way.

I may have had a bright red blush covering my cheeks on the way home.

“And, she has returned,” a British voice spoke as soon as I closed the door behind myself. I wandered into the living room where only Art, Dazai and Isaac were sat on the seats, bickering as usual like the old ladies they were.

“Hello to you too, Arthur,” I replied sarcastically, falling into a space next to the scientist.

“How’s your boyfriend?” The author continued with an ear splitting grin as I rolled my eyes playfully, unable to quite keep the small smile off my lips.

“He’s not my boyfriend, just a friend,” I countered. Dazai smiled thinly. “Of course. Everyone says that Toshiko-chan,” he piped up, aiding the blue haired man in his subsequent teasing.

“Is your new friend coming to the ball tomorrow night?” Isaac asked with pale eyes glued to the pages of a book he was trying to read. I shrugged in response, not wanting to give it away that he was which would only increase the men’s teasing.

“Arthur, Dazai, Isaac, have you see-“

Comte’s voice drifted through to us as the noble stepped into the room followed by a tall, dark haired man who bore one crimson eye, one yellow-gold eye.

“Hello to all,” the newcomer spoke in an old fashioned British accent. An accent which I felt as though I had come across before.

Preface

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Masterlist

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A Younger Temptation

Hello everyone, this is the twelfth chapter of the series I’m doing of Ikémen Vampire x teen reader which I hope you’ll all like and support. I will try to update as much as possible. I can’t promise it’ll be everyday, but I’ll try to whenever I have time. This fic also may not fully follow everything that happens in the game, though I’ve tried to include some parts from the game, but they might also happen at different points. Enjoy.

I don’t own Ikémen Vampire, only my own oc’s. All rights reserved for Cybird.

Themes: platonic, fluff, shopping, future talk

(Luiaard - sloth).

Chapter Twelve - The Dress

”Cara Mia, come on. ‘Comte’ has the carriage waiting.”

I quickly slipped into my coat as I heard Leo’s shout from outside. A week from the weird, questionable day, we were getting ready for the ball Comte was hosting at the end of the week and, according to Mama C, I needed a “gown fit for a queen.” Even though I already had a bunch of dresses in my wardrobe.

I sprinted out of the door and ran over to the carriage where the two men were sitting inside, waiting, led by two chocolate brown horses at the front, pawing at the road.

The Italian gave me a hand to help me up the high step and I settled comfortably next to Comte.

“Hey, Comte. Sorry I took a while,” I spoke with a small, apologetic smile. He chuckled graciously. “It’s no problem, ma chérie. We’ll be at the boutique in no time,” he assured me as the carriage began moving.

My stomach turned over at first before settling. The movement felt similar to riding a horse or the take off of a plane, but this was my first time in a carriage so I wasn’t quite used to this slightly odder feeling.

We were heading towards a designer dress place called ‘Emilie’s Boutique’ which sold expensive, limited edition dresses fit for any occasion. That’s what Comte told me, anyway. Kinda like a 19th century Gucci.

I stared out of the carriage windows at the passing houses and people, thinking back to the many times I had gone to get measured for new outfits for concerts and photoshoots. It had been nice, but got annoyingly repetitive at times, but it was what was needed to, both, feel comfortable and give the best performances.

Due to my reverie, I didn’t notice Comte’s honey toned voice talking until he waved a hand in front of my face, causing me to look over at him, a warm smile gracing his lips as Leo stifled a chuckle. I tilted my head curiously.

“So, ma chérie, as I was saying, for our little trip you’re going to portray my newly adopted daughter,” he told me as I nodded in understanding, realising it may seem weird for a young girl to be travelling with two older men, unless their relation to me was specified.

Glancing down at the more modern clothes I wore, I wondered about the odd stares and looks I would be given since it was foreign, in this time period, for women to wear the clothes specifically made for men. Especially since we were going into a clothes shop for the rich.

A large building with a hanging wooden sign at the top greeted us as the carriage came to a slow stop, allowing us to get out as Comte hung back to pay and thank the driver, and Leo led me to the entrance where a couple of dresses were being modelled in the only front window.

Before stepping inside, we waited for Comte who led us to the front desk and cashier where we were greeted by a tall, brunette, brown eyed woman who came around; Comte placing two kisses on her cheeks.

“Bonjour, Comte. How are you?” She asked in French with a warm smile, her chocolate eyes flickering from him to Leo to me. “Je bien, merci,” the nobleman replied as the woman continued to gaze at me curiously.

“Who is this, Comte?”

I shifted my weight onto one foot as I tried to avoid her piercing gaze. No doubt wondering about my clothes and how she’s never seen me around before. Especially since she seems to know my temporary carer.

“Ah, yes, meet my newfound daughter, Y/N. Y/N, this is the owner and my good friend, Emilie,” Comte introduced us as I nodded respectfully with her relaxing and sending me a wide grin.

“Could we buy her a dress?” The dark blonde continued in English, hinting at my limited French. “Of course. I’ll have to take her measurements and make sure to pick out the perfect one for her,” Emilie said pleasingly as she beckoned for me to follow her.

She directed me to the back of the shop to a makeshift dressing room with large blankets wrapped around a tent-like structure. Being reminded, once more, of home and life on tour, I complied with anything Emilie asked of me as the process was no different to the ones I had done before.

Emilie measured my height, waist, breasts, and feet in a concentrated silence as I stood still. I had gone past the point of feeling embarrassed.

“I may have a dress and additional accessories to fit which will complement your figure perfectly,” she informed me happily before exiting, leaving me alone. I wrapped my bare arms around myself to protect my body from the draughts of cool air which filtered through.

I also had time to think. Did Emilie know about Comte and Leo - possibly the other residents - being famous people from before and past her time? I thought not.

Minutes later, the dressmaker returned holding a crimson dress and shoes to match. I put them on and, when I turned around, Emilie’s face lit up, her dark eyes sparkling as a satisfied grin graced her lips.

“You look stunning, young miss,” she spoke softly. I smiled in thanks as she led me out to where my two guardians stood waiting, staring absentmindedly at some suits which I knew they already had. “Please, just call me Y/N,” I said to her to which she nodded. “Fine, but you must also call me Emilie.” I could live with that.

“Comte, it seems your daughter is quite a stunner,” she spoke aloud to catch their attention as they both turned, adoring looks on their faces.

“Ma chérie, you look beautiful,” Comte spoke as I gazed down at the floor bashfully. Sensing my shyness, Emilie took me back to the dressing room and stood outside while I changed back into my regular clothes.

I thanked her greatly as I stood beside Comte who paid for the whole lot. I wanted to offer my own money before remembering that I no longer had any with me since coming through the door and, besides, Mama C probably wouldn’t have let me anyway.

We took the same carriage back and the conversations we had were interesting, to say the least.

All of the men gathered in the living room to Comte’s call as he couldn’t resist the temptation to show off my ball gear which I wore, once more, and took in the men’s impressed expressions.

“Wow, love, you’re gonna look ravishing,” Arthur teased with a playful grin as I blushed and nudged him.

“The only time you won’t look as much like a hondje,” Theo spoke with a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. I rolled my eyes. “You’ll still look like a Luiaard,” I responded, both Van Gogh brothers eyes widening.

“Cor, Y/N, what did you say to get Theo and Vincent looking like that?” Arthur laughed. I shrugged with a sly smirk. “Oh, nothing.” Ruffling my hair in annoyance and exasperation, Theo, Arthur, Isaac and Dazai sat down on floor cushion, Comte and Leo sat on the sofa, Napo and Jean sat on chairs, Seb sat quietly in a corner, Vincent stood painting and Mozart sat beside Jean with me beside Arthur.

Our seating positions which became a regular occurrence.

“Say, Y/N, what’s the future like?” Art asked curiously as I thought through history. “Well, there’s equality for both men and women, no one’s judged too much and people are more accepting,” I began slowly to which the men looked gladdened by - especially Napoleon.

“You’re all extremely famous as well,” I added. Theo raised a brow. “Well, there isn’t much known about Comte, Leo’s known for painting the Mona Lisa, Arthur for being an author and, well, Sherlock Holmes.”

I sent the said man an apologetic look as he inwardly winced.

“Isaac for being a scientist and the gravity apple story.” “Apple-Kun!” Dazai laughed loudly as Isaac sighed dejectedly, shaking his head.

“Dazai for his books, Theo for being Vincent’s brother, Vincent for his art, Mozart for his music, Napoleon for being an emperor and Jean is regarded as a saint.”

“We didn’t do too bad,” the blue haired man spoke, but I could tell what I told him affected him.

“There is also one other famous person in this room,” Seb said with a knowing smile in my direction. I grinned back as he confirmed what I had wondered. He knew who I was.

“Y/N is a famous singer in her time.”

All eyes turned to me.

“It’s no big deal,” I stated as I stood up and directed myself to the long staircase heading upstairs. “So, Hondje is famous, huh?” I heard Theo say as Sebastian told them about my rising career.

I preferred not to talk about myself as it reminded me of home too much and how my team are probably worried as I mysteriously disappeared.

Settling down for the night, I thought about the upcoming project I had and artworks I was drawing inspiration from. Maybe I could still carry on so I had something to make up with for disappearing on everyone when I left.

If I left.

Preface

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Masterlist

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A Younger Temptation

Hello everyone, this is the eleventh chapter of the series I’m doing of Ikémen Vampire x teen reader which I hope you’ll all like and support. I will try to update as much as possible. I can’t promise it’ll be everyday, but I’ll try to whenever I have time. This fic also may not fully follow everything that happens in the game, though I’ve tried to include some parts from the game, but they might also happen at different points. Enjoy.

I don’t own Ikémen Vampire, only my own oc’s. All rights reserved for Cybird.

(Also, this chapter is more of a filler and foreshadowment for what will happen later on so I apologise for the short length.)

Themes: platonic, fluff, strange behaviour, thoughts of vampires, angst

Chapter Eleven - Strange Reactions, Strange Thoughts

It was during the evening when the interesting thing happened.

I walked into the living room, or lounge, and was met with a sight. All eleven of the men were sat around, doing their own thing. I was surprised to say the least.

It was the first time they had all gathered around together in harmony without looking murderous or teasing each other.

Leo and Comte were sat on the two seater sofa, Leo napping while Comte read a book, Seb was sat in an armchair writing in a small notebook, Arthur and Isaac were playing a round of chess (again) with Theo and Dazai as referees, Vince was stood painting on an easel, Napo and Jean were sat on a couple of dining chairs in tight discussion and Mozart was sat in a corner with a few sheets of paper.

I eloped beside Theo who gave me a disgruntled look while shifting slightly to the side to give me more room. “Hey, Hondje. Wearing that rose again?” I shrugged, concealing a small smile.

“Of course. So, who’s winning?” I questioned, watching the two British men play. “Arthur is,” Isaac said through gritted teeth. The mentioned author chuckled good-naturedly. “Calm down, Newt, it’s only a game,” he spoke with a gleeful smirk.

“So, Toshiko-chan, whose is this ‘friend’ you spoke of?” Dazai questioned with a sly smile, gesturing to the flower decorating my hair. For some unknown reason, the room suddenly became very warm and my cheeks heated up.

I noticed Isaac and Arthur briefly stiffen as the blue haired man stared at me with a look I couldn’t decipher. “Ma chérie, could you get me some water, please?” I turned to see Comte staring at me with a gentle smile, but his gaze hardened as he looked past me at the two chess players, though he tried to hide it from my view.

I dutifully fulfilled his polite ask and entered the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it with fresh water, but my mind spun with thoughts. I couldn’t understand the undeniable tense silence that had followed Dazai’s teasing statement and the men’s reactions to it.

Not only that, but it was precisely after I had blushed in embarrassment and I was in close proximity to both Arthur and Isaac, baffling me further as none of the others seemed to be acting weird. Apart from Comte, that is, but he seemed more mad - or going that way - more than anything.

I could tell something was up, but decided not to press. For now.

The tension in the air dissolved completely as I stepped back into the room. The men continued to do their personal activities, once more not caring about what the others were doing and showing zero interest in how the two men had acted.

On the outside, at least. What they were thinking on the inside . . . I had no idea of.

I carefully gave Comte his glass of water and regained my spot beside the art dealer who hadn’t shifted from the position he was in before, though I felt as though he wasn’t entirely happy with Arthur and Isaac for some reason. Anyhow, I tried to brush it off and resume as normal.

Arth grinned playfully at me, instantly banishing any unflattering thoughts and allowing us to all carry on as usual, despite the tense undertone that continued to fill the room.

After all, what I was truly thinking was impossible despite the historical men being here when they should be dead - to put it bluntly.

Vampires didn’t exist. Not now, not ever. Did they?

Preface

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Masterlist

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A Younger Temptation

Hello everyone, this is the tenth chapter of the series I’m doing of Ikémen Vampire x teen reader which I hope you’ll all like and support. I will try to update as much as possible. I can’t promise it’ll be everyday, but I’ll try to whenever I have time. This fic also may not fully follow everything that happens in the game, though I’ve tried to include some parts from the game, but they might also happen at different points. Enjoy.

I don’t own Ikémen Vampire, only my own oc’s. All rights reserved for Cybird.

Themes: platonic, fluff, angst, truths

Chapter Ten - Hatred Revelations

I finished drying up the plates and put them neatly in the cupboards, taking care to stack them in the way Seb liked them to be. “Thank you, Y/N,” he said. “Of course. You are one hell of a butler, after all,” I responded, causing us both to crack up.

“Is Mozart in his room?” I asked after a minute, a grin still evident on my face, as I tried to calm myself down from our brief hype. “Yep. He is always there. Le Comte will most likely ask him to perform at the ball,” the butler told me, gesturing in the direction of the music room with a tilt of his head.

I nodded before placing the cloth back on the counter and making my way over to Mozart’s self proclaimed music room.

The sound of a gentle melody filled the air as I stepped up to the door, hesitantly knocking, the piano sounds coming to an abrupt stop as, a minute later, the white oak door creaked open to reveal the renowned pianists scowling face.

“What do you want?” He demanded in a cool tone. I stared up at his violet eyes in wonder and awe. This was the closest I had ever been to the musician I had always loved and admired.

His pieces were so sophisticated and complex in a relaxing way and I loved challenging myself to play his works - the most recent being Turkish March, which I had performed live at my last concert - to which I had received endless amounts of praise.

“Um . . . I wanted to talk to you,” I faltered shyly as he gazed at me with a bored expression. Without wanting, he turned around and stalked back into his room and resumed playing so I cautiously followed and rested beside him, watching his fingers move swiftly across the keys.

I couldn’t help but gape in awe at his skills. Don’t freak out, don’t freak out. Taking a deep breath, I breathed the question I had wished to hear the answer to since my first week here - “Why do you hate me so much?”

Mozart’s fingers briefly failed to comply as a heavy silence lingered in the air. “I don’t hate you,” he eventually spoke softly with a small sigh. “Then why-“

“You remind me of my wife.”

The sweet melody stopped once more. I tilted my head, confused, as my brows dipped. I reminded him of his former wife, Constanze? Really? Though, I understood why it would make him act cold towards me since, especially now, she would’ve been long dead by now.

If that was the case then I no doubt reminded him of things he wanted to forget. His past life, maybe?

“You have an innocent, accepting aura about you, just like she did. You’re confident, but not overly so, and quiet, but loud,” he explained, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. I broke into a small grin.

“She sounded wonderful,” I said quietly. He nodded mutely. “Can we at least be friends?” I’m sorry if I remind you too much of her, but I’m not,” I pleaded with the white blonde, my light eyes shining. He stared up at me, scanning my face, before dipping his face downwards in a respectful manner. “Of course. My apologies.” I gave him a wide grin and snuck a quick hug, to his great surprise, before rapidly exiting the room to find the next person on my mental list.

I assumed that the male Jean was in his and Napo’s sparring room, well, practising sparring. Their room was a little further down from Mozart’s as I traipsed down the corridor, stopping in front of the wooden door, brining my knuckles up to tentatively knock. There was a small pause. No answer.

I hesitantly knocked again. This time, the door opened slightly as navy hair filled in the gap. A shocked expression swept over his face before it disappeared and was replaced by a neutral stare.

“Hey, Jean,” I whispered, clearing my throat. “Er, can I come in?” There was a beat as he slowly nodded and moved aside to let me through.

“Is everything ok?” He asked in a thick French accented English. I tried to ask as much as I could in French to make it easier for him. “Why don’t you like me?”

He stood there for a second, one hand resting lightly on the sword in his belt, staring blankly. His deep purple eyes sank to the floor then back up at me. “I’m sorry, mademoiselle, but it’s not that I don’t like you. It’s me that is the problem,” he replied softly.

My brows furrowed. He was the problem? But, he didn’t do anything.

“What do you mean?” I questioned, looking for further answers. “I am impure, so you shouldn’t get too close.” I blinked, thinking back to the story of Joan of Arc. She - he - was a saint of France, but was . . . How did they die? Burning at the stake. Was that why he called himself impure?

I slowly stepped forward and wrapped my arms around him, minding the sharp point of sword and the intake breath that he inhaled. I felt his muscles stiffen underneath me, but he made no move to stop me or push me away. Not yet, anyway. “That’s not true,” I spoke firmly, “you’re just as worthy as anyone else.” And, I meant that with all my heart.

Preface

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Masterlist

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Killer Eight

Hello everyone, this is the first chapter of a series I’m doing of serial killer Ateez x teen reader. I will try to update as much as possible, but can’t promise it’ll be everyday and I hope you enjoy and support my fic.

I don’t tolerate violence in any form and this is for fictional purposes only. Likewise, the personalities and actions of the members in this fic do not correspond with those of the real life members. Again, this is entirely fictional and not based on real life. Enjoy.

Themes: platonic, fluff, angst, death, murder, blood, kidnapping, violence

Chapter One - Five Years Ago

“Yn, come on, we need to get there on time!” 

The droning voice of my insufferable older sister echoed throughout the upstairs hall with the accompaniment of her light footsteps, my bedroom door swinging open as she stood there, hands on her hips, a stern expression clouding her features.

I peeked over at her from behind my duvet, meeting her darkening gaze as her brows dipped before relaxing, an annoyed sigh escaping her lips.

I groaned in return, flopping back onto my warm, soft pillows, breathing in their heavenly scent as I attempted to get comfy again and hope sleep came over me as quickly as it did at night. I wasn’t so lucky, of course. 

Hands ripped the covers off of my now freezing body as I instantly awoke, narrowing my dark eyes at the girl who disrupted me as she merely chuckled at my reaction despite knowing how much I favoured sleep over getting up and starting the day.

Krys made things worse for herself as she ruffled my already messy curls, her hands tangling in them as I pulled away, trying to fix them as much as i could without a hairbrush. Which didn’t work, of course. A heavy sigh left my mouth as i realised I couldn’t get out of it any longer, knowing she would stay here until I actually got up and made movements which indicated i was getting ready.

Rolling my eyes to the sky, i swung my legs over the side of the bed and lazily stood, my balance slightly wavering as i rubbed my eyes groggily, forcing myself to break out of my restful mood. A wide grin spread on my sisters face as she mockingly pressed her hands together and slowly clapped, causing me to turn around and stick my tongue out at her, as she also did before leaving me alone in my room.

The bed looked incredibly inviting, but i relented and wandered over to my wardrobe where i began picking out clothes to wear, settling on something casual. After all, it wasn’t my audition we were going to so I didn’t need to worry about looking professional and cool, whereas my sister wore a crisp white blouse, long black trousers and polished shows she only wore for important work meetings and fancy day outs. Almost entirely opposite to my fashion code. 

Swiftly brushing my hair and teeth, i touched up with some light makeup before heading downstairs, taking them two at a time, joining my elder at the door who was waiting patiently as I shoved my shoes on before racing out the door. Krystal followed close behind, unlocking her car and settling in the drivers seat while i occupied the passenger, buckling in for the long ride to Seoul. 

“Where are we going, again, sis?” I spoke up after the first five minutes of jostling around in my seat, trying to find the best position, Krys chuckling under her breath.

“My acting audition in Seoul,” she replied softly, gripping the steering wheel as her breathing shallowed, a sure sign of her nerves.

It was understandable since this was her first, hopefully, acting gig since joining an acting company - well, it was mostly an idol company, but debuted actors too - which she had wanted to do since she was young.

It had been a year since then and she had received an invitation to try for the part of the main lead in a new, upcoming drama, which she was hoping to get. So, was i. Despite our daily banter, i truly loved her and knew how much she had rehearsed over and over for this day, which was why i had agreed to join her when she asked me. 

Leaning my head on the window, i trailed the lines of tall trees which stood on the sides of the road until the amount of them grew smaller, more houses and large industrial buildings coming into view as we left the near countryside and entered the start of the city we often travelled to, mostly for my both of my sisters.

Krystal kept her eyes on the road ahead of her, back straight, often inhaling and exhaling slowly as she smoothly drove to our destination. However, i sensed something was wrong when i looked over at her and noticed a frown creasing her forehead, more oak trees appearing densely as she pressed her foot on the brakes, slowing the car to a stop, flicking her caution lights on. 

She rubbed the sides of her face with her hands as a look of worry crossed her face, causing me to mirror her expression as my hearts beats increased unexpectedly.

“What’s wrong, Krys?” I questioned quietly, seeing a long expanse of greenery in front and behind us, the city’s busy roads flickering in the far distance as i realised what had happened.

“Oh, God,” she groaned, her composure disappearing as i gently placed a comforting hand on the small of her back.

“It’s ok, we can find our way back. I don't think it’s too far,” i attempted to encourage her as she snapped her head up, turning to me.

“No, Yn, i took most of the roads wrong. I’ll never make it in time. Let’s just go home,” she replied in defeat.

“No! Not when you’re so close to achieving your lifelong dream. Retrace our route and im sure we’ll get back fine.” Her lips formed a small smile as she took a deep breath in and nodded, her hands returning to the steering wheel as the car, once again, began to move. 

The vehicle crawled backwards as she pulled forward and turned the car around, resuming our way back onto the bustling roads of Seoul, but my optimism proved to be incoherent. The further we went, the more trees seemed to surround us as Krystal turned in every direction, my heart sinking further as the truth presented itself to us.

Upon every turn, we only got in deeper in, what looked like, the start of a forest which surprised me as i never thought a forest - or whatever - would be so close to the capital. Krystal sighed multiple times, her eyes straying to the phone on my lap which i often pressed to view the time as it ticked by with no luck on our part. My usual positiveness dimmed with every wrong angle until we both spotted the outline of a house a few miles from us, nestled in between the breaks of the trees which slightly obscured its view. 

I glanced over at Krys, her expression hard, as she sighed and muttered something inaudible to herself, turning the car in that direction. Alarm bells sounded in my head as i knew it was risky going to an unknown house in the middle of a dense expanse of trees - who knew who lived there? But, I trusted my sister and knew she wouldn’t be doing this unless she was desperate.

After all, this could determine her future and career in the entertainment industry, so we needed all the help we could get which, potentially, we could get from this place. I just hoped my gut was wrong and we weren’t making a mistake. 

As we drove up the dirt track leading to the house, i saw a large, metal outer building trailing behind the house which it was connected to, no doubt a door somewhere inside allowed people to go into it. Krystal put the car into a halt and opened her door, as did i, and slowly crept over to the front door with me hanging slightly behind.

She hesitated for a moment before rapping her knuckles against the bare frame as they echoed back to us. Silence hung heavy in the air between us as we stepped back, waiting, hearing the jangle of keys as the lock was turned, the door creaking open, its hinges sounding as though it was soon to break. 

A tall man with dark blonde hair, dark brown eyes and a friendly smile answered us as he scanned us intently before stepping over the threshold. “Hello, how may i help?”

His voice was as smooth as honey, one which only good, trustworthy people had, which helped to put both me and my sister at ease, though i still kept my guard up. Just in case. We both bowed simultaneously, as did the blonde, before Krystal answered with an apologetic smile.

“Sorry to disturb you, but we’re lost and i was hoping you could help…” she trailed off, grinning sheepishly, as the man gave a hearty grin and nodded. “Ah, of course, people are always getting lost on these back roads,” he spoke sympathetically before stepping closer to us, sandwiching himself in between us, as i took a slight step away. 

He raised a long arm and pointed in the direction of the road we had come off, gesturing to either side multiple times as words left his mouth, but i had stopped listening and took in our surroundings carefully, eyeing the metal compound which the bright sunlight bounced off, my heart hammering in my ears in the presence of the stranger. I knew it was irrational for me to feel this way, but I couldn’t help it. I had always been taught never to fully trust unknown people and the shiny area hooked on to the back of the large house wasn’t helping my fears. If anything, they only grew. 

As Krystal turned to me with a smile of relief covering her face, i noticed the blonde man, who remained nameless, discreetly turn his head behind him under the impression he was rolling it out and seemed to lock eyes with someone, before turning back to face us, his dark eyes meeting mine as he used his charming smile once more. This time, I didn’t fall for it.

I tugged on my older sister’s arm, releasing we were now more than late for her acting audition, as she looked down at me. “Unnie, we should probably go,” I spoke to her quietly as she nodded, her brown eyes widening as a groan left her lips.

“Of course. I’m so sorry for troubling you, thank you for your help,” she said to the man, bowing, as he lifted up a hand. “No worries. It was no trouble at all. I hope you don’t get lost again,” he told us with that friendly smile that now caused worry to spark within me. I slightly frowned at the empty feeling in my stomach, not understanding why it came to me, before following Krys to her car. The car we never made it to. 

Without warning, a pair of cold hands forced a strong scented cloth over my mouth, muffling my screams and numbing my limbs as i attempted - and failed - to fight against the pressure. Warm breath met my cheeks as i tripped back into the assaulting body, finding strange security in their body heat. 

My arms and legs felt like lead, my head spun in circles, my vision wavered and gave up until i snapped them open, tears springing into them as I stared down at the ropes that tied my hands behind my back and my feet to the hard, wooden chair.

A figure sat in the same position as me further ahead. I opened my mouth to scream for her to wake up, but sound faltered in my mouth, the words dissipating.

Clicking footsteps echoed about me as i heard two voices speak in hushed tones before the shoes came closer, halting in front of me. White blonde hair crept into my vision as an unfamiliar face peered up at me, its lips twisting into a wicked grin before disappearing just as quickly as it had appeared.

“They’re awake, Hyung,” a loud toned voice spoke as i vaguely saw the other prisoner - my sister, i figured - being untied and lifted out of her seat, a sharp needle pricking her arm, as they took her away. 

I wanted to scream, shout, cry, anything, but it was useless. Footsteps sounded all around me as I heard the men talking in low tones, but i managed to catch some speech.

“A child.”

“…Not the right age.”

“…Worse than the murderers we are.”

Clicks going in circles caused my mind to ache, bile rising in my throat as i forced myself to swallow it down, despite how much it increased my nausea. Little by little, i heard the echoing footsteps become further away as, i guessed, the men in the room left. 

Wearily raising my head, i noticed the walls that surrounded me were dark grey, a metallic colour, while i attempted to move my feet and hands which, at first, proved to be difficult, but the lingering pain and numbness soon faded as i stretched, pulled and tugged at the bounds that held me in place. No success.

It wasn’t until i managed to rip the rope tying my feet down that i could properly move, doing the same with my hands, ignoring the searing pain that ricocheted throughout my arms. I pulled them close to me as I scanned the raw red marks that coloured my skin before standing up, wobbling on my feet as i tried to get used to standing and walking again, but i quickly managed to stabilise myself before stumbling over to the metal door. 

I frantically twisted the doorknob to no avail. Darting my eyes around the room, I spotted a metal tray slunk in a corner where the darkness covered its shape and colour. Stumbling over to it, i picked out a metal wrench with flecks of stained, dried blood covering its metal.

Gagging, i limped over to the door, pushing one end of the tool into the lock, twisting it as far as it would go until i heard a satisfying click that echoed around the room. Hoping that this death room was soundproof, i turned the broken knob and slowly crept out, looking left and right to check that the coast was clear. 

Seeing nothing but an empty backyard, i bolted across the expanse of grass to the other side where our car still waited, but abruptly stopped, freezing.

A few feet in front of me was the friendly blonde who had given us directions . . . And kidnapped us. He was holding the legs of Krystal while another man, a white blonde, grabbed her arms. I was expecting her to kick, scream, lash out as she tried to escape their grips, but she was still. That was when i saw it. 

Dollops of rose red blood dripped from her body, slash marks of knives evident on her stomach and torso, the torn fabric flapping in the slight breeze as the white blouse became a pool of soaked blood.

I noticed her hand twitch as they set her down beside the car, talking, her chocolate eyes facing me as her face twisted into a grimace of pain and lifelessness. Her head tilted to the side slightly as a shout of plea reverberated in her fading eyes.

She wanted me to run while i still had the chance. A sob threatened to escape my throat, but i swallowed it down. I didn’t want to leave my big sister alone here to die, she was all i had really, and i was too young to make a living for myself. 

As the men began to lift her body up again, i took my chance and legged it in the opposite direction, following the very road we had gotten lost on.

I heard shouts from behind me, but i ignored them and carried out, my arms pumping with the effort as I kept going forward.

I raced against myself as i took on the sidelines of the Seoul roads, trying to weave around cars as they honked and cursed, only slowing my pace when i came to the beginning of the small town i lived in, just before Busan.

Arms and legs burning with aches, i walked to the opposite side of the road where we lived and knocked on the door with shaking hands, willing to be  let in immediately.

The smooth door swung open as I fell into the owners arms. 

Chapter 2 coming soon.

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A Younger Temptation

Hello everyone, this is the ninth chapter of the series I’m doing of Ikémen Vampire x teen reader which I hope you’ll all like and support. I will try to update as much as possible. I can’t promise it’ll be everyday, but I’ll try to whenever I have time. This fic also may not fully follow everything that happens in the game, though I’ve tried to include some parts from the game, but they might also happen at different points. Enjoy.

I don’t own Ikémen Vampire, only my own oc’s. All rights reserved for Cybird.

Themes: platonic, fluff, playfulness

Chapter Nine - Comte’s Revelation

I eventually got round to asking Leonardo if he could build a hanger or shelf for me to put my painting on and he happily complied, showing me how to do it with him helping, though it eventually became just me doing the handiwork as he got sleepy and decided to nap on the hard floor of his room.

Afterwards, Leo used some screws and a hammer to hang the shelf on my bedroom wall, securing it, before I placed the musical picture on top and stood back. It stood just above my curtains and the sunlight lit up the bottom half of it, highlighting the notes and petals which I admired, before thanking the Italian.

Later on, the rest of the residents came home and, naturally, questioned me about my day and the rose still nestled in my hair. But, this time, I decided to leave out the part about the white blonde, crimson eyed florist. Before retiring to my room for the night, I placed the rose inside an empty, water filled vase that formally held flowers which had now been thrown out, to preserve it for the next day.

The next day in question, my 9th day, became quite a blur. I had to be woken by Seb who couldn’t help but chuckle at my contrasting morning moods as I reluctantly got dressed into a snow white blouse and black handmade leggings, adding the rose inside my hair as soon as I stepped into the kitchen. The colour and petals were slowly fading and drooping, but it was still suitable for now.

Arthur, Vincent and Theo were already sat at the dining table as I passed them. I helped Sebastian begin to cook breakfast, pancakes for all today, but was soon sent to wake Napoleon after I proved, once more, I had…interesting cooking skills, to say the least.

I slowly crept into the military leaders room and gently nudged him. “Napoleon, Napoleon, Napoleon,” I sing-songed as he groaned and rolled over. I stood back and crossed my arms impatiently, wondering what I could do to make him move. “Napo, come on. Let’s go.” I dragged the covers off of his body which caused him to start a tug of war with me, the bedsheet in both of our grips.

He was physically stronger than me which was unfair, to say the least. The only muscles I’d ever gained were from dancing regularly, mostly only using my leg muscles, so my upper arm strength wavered.

Eventually, he yielded and reluctantly slipped out of the bed on the account that he’d be one of the first to get his food, to which I’d agreed. After all, he was the one who had made the quote about men not being able to fight, or do anything, on an empty stomach.

I also collected Leo on the way who had been sleeping in the middle of the hallway like a stray cat. Downstairs, the others had also come out of hiding and were now waiting patiently at the table, chattering amongst themselves.

I continued to help Seb who gave me the duty of giving the men their pancakes and wine. It was safe to say they were wine addicts…As promised, I gave the first batch to Napo followed by everyone else. He smiled in triumph. “Merci, nunuche.” I rolled my eyes at the childish nickname he had given me - idiot, of all things.

I quickly doled out the rest of the plates before sitting in my designated seat beside Comte, who had requested for us to sit together for breakfast. For what reason, I didn’t know. I wondered if he was going to tell me about the white haired florist they had reacted negatively to, or how they were still somewhat alive in this time period.

Turns out, I had held my hopes too high.

Dazai was the last to arrive, climbing in through the window and gracefully landing on two feet like an agile cat. I had never understood why he chose to use the windows instead and of the doors, and he had always changed the subject whenever I asked. I shrugged it off. Everyone had their quirks.

We all ate in a comfortable silence with the only sounds being chewing, sipping and Arthur occasionally cracking a joke or two. “So, our little Y/N has a secret lover,” he teased with a big grin splitting his face in two. “He ain’t my lover,” I defended incredulously, giving the author a pointed stare. He chuckled. “Whatever you say, love.”

“Arthur stop being such a tease,” Dazai said with a faint smile. “I’m sure Toshiko-chan has many suitors.” I sighed, but I couldn’t deny the slight blush that spread across my cheeks. No, Pierre was nothing more, nothing less, than a newfound friend.

“Next week,” Comte began, interrupting the banter, “We will be hosting a ball for the nobles, some of whom are my dearest friends.” My ears perked up. It had been so long since I had attended any type of social event, which were usually for my music and art.

“Hosting here?” Theo asked, one brow raised. The dark blonde nodded. “Yes, for a few hours. It’d be nice for Y/N to have this experience. So, we will have to prepare. Leo, I’d like you to come with me to buy Y/N a dress soon, Vincent and Theo, I’d like you to allocate the best paintings, Napoleon, Isaac, Jean, Arthur and Dazai, I’d like you all to help in decorating and getting preparations ready for the ball,” he told us with a warm smile before departing the table as we soon followed suit.

Even though there was still a week until it happened, I could already feel butterflies swarming in my stomach at the prospect of a real life, 19th century ball.

Preface

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Masterlist