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no because wdym mc expected him to give up his revenge for a woman he knew for 2 weeks and then she gets upset he doesnt 😪

the mc in ikevamp is pissing me off rn, she keeps calling theo "the man i love" bitch you've known him for literally two weeks and you don't even know he's a vampire yet. wtf do you mean you love him

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Ikevamp Masterlist

Here is a list, sorted by each character, of all the ikevamp content I have made. Please click on the character you are interested in reading about to see individual lists of fanfics, ficlets, and requests that contain them!

๑━━❥ Isaac

๑━━❥ Arthur

๑━━❥ Theo

๑━━❥ Comte

๑━━❥ Leonardo

๑━━❥ Vincent

๑━━❥ Sebastian

─── •✧ Series

─── •✧ Glimpses of Teal and Auburn

─── •✧ The Misadventures Of Vic

✄┈┈┈ Others/Crafts

2024 Valentines Letters

Isaac and Arthur Scrapbook Pages

Vincent Scrapbook Page

2024 Simp Calendar

Ikevamp Peen Emotes

Ikevamp OC Profile: Amélie

Ikevamp Suitor Envelopes (Spoiler Trio) (Envelope Files)

Suitor Envelopes Take Two

(Updated as of 03152024)

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Modern AU:

The trio went out drinking and things got out of hand. Theo almost got in a fist fight because some guy was trying to buy MC a drink, and Arthur drank too much… they got kicked out. Comte received a drunk call from Arthur… this is the drive back 😅

Don’t be fooled by Comte’s smile… he’s preparing a scolding, lecture, & punishment 😅

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[ikemeh]

Hello there uhmm i love all your HC!! Can i request on ikemen vampire boys taking care of MC who got amnesia and forgots only his boyfriend ( but the others she remember it well) and how the boys handles it... uhm can i request for theo, napoleon, faust, vlad, arthur.. if its ok thank u alot i will keep supporting u ❤ sweet ending pls hehehe thank u again

Aww, thank you anon, that means a lot, I hope you enjoy!❤

IkeVamp HCs: Amnesiac S/O

How do they handle their s/o losing her memory of them?

Suitors: Napoleon, Arthur, Theo, Vlad, Faust

Warnings: Slight spoilers from Napoleon, Theo and Arthur's routes

Napoleon

He was stricken when he first realized you didn't remember him. It takes a few moments for it to sink in as he feels something akin to a stone in the base of his throat as his chest tightened painfully.

"Nunuche..."

The longing whisper echoed to nobody apart from his own ears, resounding in his heart as his jade eyes peered into your shimmering ones, that once looked back with adoration and warmth.

He would stop at nothing to get you back. He wasn't giving you up that easily. You meant too much to him, were too precious to him. No matter how much it hurt, he would get you back.

That was a promise.

He wouldn't go too overboard on spending time with you but he would treat you exactly the same before you were a couple, in order to rebuild some semblance of a friendship with you.

He doesn't want to force you so he will be patient, ignoring the ache in his heart as he longed to see those luminous orbs of yours glowing with the warmth they always had for him.

It isn't until one beautiful evening, when he brings you to the attic, illuminated only by the star-laden sky visible through the window. It's there that he suddenly kneels in front of you and takes your hand in his and presses a kiss to it, as a devoted knight to his princess.

Whilst you blush at his sudden show of affectionate chivalry, he unabashedly renews that same vow he has always made to you and promises his love and protection to you, no matter how long it would take for you to return his affection.

He doesn't care if you've forgotten everything. He didn't care if you never remembered. He is prepared to start over with you if that's what it took. So long as it's with you.

He is absolutely prepared for that. Which is why he is taken aback when he sees your eyes swim with emotions, so strongly, so violently like a tempestuous ocean as they widen...then fill with tears of love...

"Napo...leon..."

Your soft, shaky voice sounded in the silent room in response to his loving words. It's just one word. Just his name.

But it's all he needs to just know. He could see it in your eyes.

The soldier got to his feet and buried you in his arms, your whimpers and tearful apologies swallowed by his embrace, like you were wrapped in a warm blanket during a cold winter night. That very same embrace that would always protect you from harm no matter what came your way.

"Nunuche. Don't cry, I'm right here, ma puce. There's nothing to cry about because I'll always be right here to keep you safe. Always.

Arthur

You might as well have plunged a knife in his heart. He felt as though someone had thrown cold water in his face when you turned to him and asked him who he was.

"I...Y/N...you don't..."

He couldn't form any coherent sentence due to the sudden loop you had thrown him for. You, his beloved Y/N, had forgotten all about him. You could've knocked him over with a feather.

He swallows down the rock in the base of his throat and just about maintains his composure in front of you, meeting your gaze with a flirtatious smile.

He acts like his normal self around you and very early on lets you know that he is your boyfriend, a statement that is confirmed by the other residents, to his relief.

However, he makes it clear that he will not pressure you or expect anything from you and rather, you can be friends in the meantime.

He will make any excuse to spend time with you. His writing is on hold, he can't focus on it anyway. Not when you had been suddenly ripped out of his grasp. He honestly hadn't felt this lost since he almost lost you to Adam Worth when you had to drink the supposed "poison"

He will take you out on little investigations, have you play with Vic and just about everything you used to do together.

It really didn't take long for you to start falling for Arthur all over again, despite not remembering him. It made you incredibly shy around him which he gleefully noticed. While it would upset him if you never remembered your former memories, it made him feel a lot better to know that your heart would still belong to him.

That was a dickens of a consolation prize.

But soon, he found that he would get even more than that when during a misunderstanding in which you thought Arthur was getting a little too chummy with another woman and stormed off, subconsciously taking the same route by the Seine that you did so many times with him.

With Arthur on your heels catching up to you, in your hurt, you accused him of potentially pretending to be lovers so he could have easy access to you. Ouch.

He picks up speed and stops in front of you, gripping your arms but what really stops you walking is the heartbreak in the sapphire blue of his eyes, a look that goes beyond that of a kicked puppy.

"Do you really think I'd do that to you? You think I'd deceive you, the most precious woman in my life? No, I didn't lie about that, I could never lie about loving you!"

He pulls you into his arms, softly whispering in shaky tones for you to try and remember, you just have to remember, as he presses gentle kisses on your neck.

"Arth-Mmm!"

Your inquiry is interrupted by the now desperate author kissing you with a passion you don't remember ever being given. It almost makes your knees give out.

When he comes away, he is graced with a flustered and dazed look on your pretty face as you blinked and murmured his name, but he felt it was...different.

"A...Arthur? W...what, w...where am I...what's going on..."

You sound so perplexed as to how you got there, but even more confused by the progression of confusion, shock, then joy and relief flooding your lover's face.

"Y/N...Oh my darling-!"

He peppers you with kisses, further deepening your confusion and baffling you completely. He would explain later but right now you would have to sit through his kisses and words of love...

"Blast it, if I knew that would work, I'd have done it sooner...Love...my love...thank you for remembering me...Thank you for coming back to me, my wonderful assistant. "

Theo

He honestly didn't even know how to react. How was he supposed to react?

"....Huh?"

He honestly thought you were joking at first, especially when you turned to Vincent and asked him who the grumpy man with him was. But soon the mystified expression you gave him very much let him know that you were being serious.

He feels a little numb actually. He wasn't sure why but it stung and then he felt numb. Maybe because he wasn't ready to face that reality just yet. The reality he may have just lost his hondje.

He somewhat throws himself into his work to distract himself for a bit. He knows full when it won't help to avoid the problem, he just needs to step away from it to think my clearly.

But once he is able to, you won't be spending much time away from Theo. He will have you with him for his work and his meetings and let you enjoy the paintings, more or less the same way you spent time together prior to being a couple.

It will take a bit of time but it seemed you were having brief moments of recollection of your shared time together, which relieved Theo to no end, though you weren't quite there yet.

It wasn't until a certain day while you were seated with him outside, the energetic King running among the grass, as you spoke in amicable pleasantries that Theo's efforts paid off.

You suddenly comment that King was so cute and huggable and that Theo has a great taste in dogs. He says nothing at first, he just stares into your eyes until you blush.

"Yeah, but I used to have to. But one of them got away from me and I'm still waiting on her to get back to her master."

Somehow, something about his low, seductive tone has you looking back up with slightly puzzled eyes, your breath hitching at the intense cerulean pinning you to the spot.

You didn't understand, yet at the same time, you understood perfectly. That's why your answer is purely instinctive.

"I am not a dog, Theodorus! Why are you always calling me that!"

The angry pout on your face was cuter than it was scary but it quickly vanishes as it's replaced by a look of surprise at your own words, very much mirroring Theo's.

You both blink at one another before his eyes soften as he reaches to you, a little hope in his visage.

"...Hondje...?"

He feels almost ready to melt when you don't shy away from his hand, but instead lean your head closer to it until it encompassed your soft cheek, allowing him to caress it. His name is a tender, timid whisper on your lips, telling him all he needed to know in that moment.

You were back. You came back.

You don't have time to try and apologize before he presses his forehead to yours and holds you close to him, right where you belong.

"You've got some nerve hondje...seriously...You realize now I'm taking you with me everywhere to make up for lost time, right."

He punctuates that with a soft kiss to your lips, his fingers caressing your waist.

Vlad

The immediate feeling of loneliness washed over him, his heart aching painfully.

"...You poor thing..."

It was like the blood in his veins turned to ice water. That's how it felt when he looked into that gorgeous face of yours...and saw nothing.

You looked at him as though a stranger, like you had never met before and while outwardly, he is calm, he can't deny the empty sinking feeling inside him.

You were his beautiful flower, his entire world, he could never survive without you.

He isolates himself for days, by all appearances he was brooding and wallowing but that's not it at all.

The man was merely considering how to help you come back to him. He could, would do it, but he doesn't want to harm you in the process.

When he finally works out the details in his mind, Vlad puts his plan into motion by bumping into you while you were in town running errands. You were attracted to his flower cart and he struck up a conversation, making the tremendous effort to act as though you were strangers.

He charmed you into following him to somewhere more private, preferably somewhere with flowers, before suddenly turning to you with his eyes of crimson engulfing you, pulling you in as your world disappears around you and changes to one of beautiful stars in the night as red petals flutter in the air around you, tickling your skin and caressing you in intimate ways. Through the pleasurable sensation, you feel the most gentle hand take your own as the ethereal pureblood leans his forehead against yours.

"Surrender to me...let yourself fall into my arms as my love consumes you fully."

Your mind is filled with his silvery words and sultry tone, your heart filling to the brim with his love.

When your eyes clear, you are back in reality, held lovingly in his arms like a bride as his newly worn cloak blows slightly in the evening breeze.

Shaking slightly and eyes glassy with warmth and sorrow as your head laid against his chest as he watched and handled you with absolute care.

"V...Vlad...I...I..."

You could barely finish your apology before you felt his lips brush your forehead.

"There's no need for that. Just rest for now, my rose. Rest."

At his whisper, your luminous eyes flutter shut as you fell into a pleasant slumber, surrounded by his warmth as he took his beloved queen back to the castle with him.

Faust

He will outwardly act as though it was more of an annoyance than something that genuinely bothered him. He acts like the blank stare you give him doesn't sting, like the curious tilt of your head as you pondered who he was.

"Hn. How irritating."

He may seem unaffected, but even Charles noticed he was even quieter than normal, more sharp-tongued, and spent more time locked away in his room, supposedly working on something.

He will never admit it, but he was hurting. Why must everything be taken from him by Fate? What divine punishment was this?

He doesn't leave his room often, and when he does, Vlad and Charles just barely see him before he is gone again. What nobody knows is that he has been tirelessly working to reverse your condition. No matter what it took, he would reverse it.

And reverse it he did, when, in just a week, he manages to convince you to take a concoction of his creation. How? He fed it to you by injecting it in your favourite treat.

Your eyes grow somewhat bleak and dazed as soon as you ingest it.

You question what he gave you as you sleepily rubbed your gorgeous eyes and peered at him through your lashes and pause when you actually get a look at him.

"...Faust?"

Your voice is small, questioning and confused. He can sense the familiarity, the worry and of course, recognition.

Beautiful, blessed recognition. You remembered him.

He still maintains his composure but the flood of relief he feels as he peers into those shining eyes that see him once again threatens to crush his facade. He gives you a sharp glare, though it feels a little weak as he grasps your shoulder with a secure and gentle hand.

"You have subjected me to a great deal of stress. Unforgivable."

Your saddened and teary-eyed murmurs for forgiveness make the corner of his lips tug upwards.

"You will have to make it up to me."

He tugs you into his chest where he holds you securely with no intention of letting you after finally getting his much loved guinea pig back.

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[SPOILER ALERT] Ikemen Vampire Event: - Sexy Valentine’s Day, Part 1: The Giving (Arthur)

Spoilers for Arthur’s Event Story on Part 1 of the Valentine’s Event below the cut~

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DYWHSGDYXGWBS ARTHUR REALLY BE EXUDING THAT SPOILED BOYFRIEND VIBES HERE

GAHAGAHAHAHAH ARTHUR WHYYYY OMG THE AMOUNT OF DISRESPECCCC I--

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[SPOILER ALERT] Ikemen Vampire Event: Last Love (Arthur)

A bit late cuz I have class today and I kind of regret reading this during my break because I had to do it like I’m doing something illegal cuz my damned bf won’t stop asking me why am I smiling like I won the lottery WELP SORRY BABE CAN’T HELP IT THAT ARTHUR CAN MAKE ME SMILE SO MUCH AGDGSHGAJ HE’S JUST TOO ADORABLE

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Event: I Thee | Isaac's Secret Ending

These screenshots were taken when I played it, in June, 2020

I love how he's so happy, he just starts crying :')

Masterlists: Writing | Screenshots & Such | Edits

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Wait…

Is this Lucien?

Does this mean Lucians withholding some luscious locks from us?? 😂

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Okay okay okay, this isn't really a request, just a question for opinion, or... A fub little something? No idea.

You know how people generally tend to have some weird little habits? Say, some people need to clean things in one particular order, or have items only they can use, or have a little song they sing when nobody watches? That sorta stuff.

Do you think IkeSen and/or IkeVamp guys have some?

My personal headcanon is that, although Masamune is ambidextrous, he can hold knife only with his right hand. Chopping stuff while holding it in his left one just feels clunky??

Oh, and for Mitsuhide 👀 He strikes me as a person who'd sing quietly once it's dark? You know, it's late and he's coming home, and humming to himself to kill the time...

Ohohoho this was too fun but not sure if I can call these habits per se?? 😸😸 here’s what I figure:

Kenshin

He walks every inch of the castle alone either very early in the morning (like before sunrise) or late at night before he goes to bed. I mean, he’s just so bored. But! While he’s patrolling, looking for a reason to fight someone or something, he actually comes to find that maybe, he really enjoys this! Hooray! While everyone else can see why a walk can be a great way to meditate or alleviate stress, Kenshin is just a tad bit confused as to why he’s compelled to incorporate these walks into his busy schedule.

Yukimura

Okay, as much as he feels affronted that Shingen has him selling women’s accessories, he still wants to do a good job and refuses to give anyone trying to do honest business a bad rep, and so, without fail, Yuki will always arrive to his post early (irrespective of his spy duties) and take his time arranging all the charms and whatnot so it’s all presentable—presentable in a way that makes sense to Yuki, so we’re not talking about organizing it by color or accessory type, but rather in size order lol. All with a determined look on his face. (Maybe his tongue is poking out a bit because, of course, arranging the accessories in such a way requires concentration.)

Hideyoshi

Now, this is specific to Mitsunari and MC. As the mother hen he is, I think if he sees one part looking out of place (obi, a lock of hair, etc.), he feels very compulsive and rather than fixing that one part first, he’ll go from the bottom up (or top down) and scan your person and will fix anything that needs to be fixed in that order so Mitsunari and MC will always look prim and proper.

Mitsuhide

I agree, he definitely hums a little diddy when he’s by himself, whether it’s walking back to his manor in the middle of the night or getting out of the bath and getting dressed for bed. Something very traditional and maybe even a melody he considers to be really beautiful and sweet. I also like to think that if ever a performance happens at the castle (traditional Noh theater for example) he’ll find himself mumbling the words later on.

Mozart

I believe that whenever there’s a family dinner with all the residents and Mozart undoubtedly finishes first so he can go back to practicing, he will always dab his mouth with a napkin, refold it, and set it on the table; he’ll place all the utensils the way they were before he began eating; and if he’s grabbed the salt or pepper, he’ll put it back in the exact position as he found it. Everything is spotless, everything looks the way it did before dinner was called. It’s almost like he was never there. No one bats an eye at his behavior. But Sebas has tried to tell him time and again that it’s unnecessary but Mozart, for all the times he’s been a bit rude or short with Sebas, this was his way of helping out by making his mess as inexistent as possible. Though he would never say it aloud.

Isaac

I think Arthur and Dazai tease Isaac about him only reading books about philosophy and science and that he should be adventurous and dive into fiction, but little did they know, if Isaac can spare the time, he’ll check out books from the library—all titles the two of them have said in passing conversation, and he’ll make little notes on scrap paper since he can’t annotate in the margins, and he’ll have conversations with himself about the plot as he’s reading before bed. And he has to resist the urge to talk about the book he’s currently reading lest he be teased even more for giving in to the authors’ previous jests.

Jean

I think this is more of a recent thing where he never really minded a messy station or working area whenever he was in town at his job, but now he’d like nothing more than to have everything in its own place and it definitely makes life just a tad easier. And ever since MC started teaching Jean how to read and write, he’ll label anything he can and is really proud of how organized he can be. And I think Jean would do that with anything else that can be labeled as long as he knows he’s not being a disturbance to anyone in the mansion. He’d probably start in the kitchen with jars and spices (under supervision from Sebas, of course).

Theo and Vincent

I think they both share similar nervous ticks. It could be tugging at their ear, bouncing their leg up and down, checking their wristwatch—all simultaneously. It never makes sense to anyone in the mansion to see them like this cause they’re almost never nervous wrecks but damn, once you see them so anxious, they look like two boys again. Usually, everyone is quick to console and/or help tackle the problem at its source. For Theo, it’s whatever gallery he’s secretly holding next. For Vincent, it’s usually because Theo has lost his cool.

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THIS ATE✋🏻🙏🏻 the characterization 🙏🏻🙏🏻

IkeVamp HCs: Their Pregnant S/O Fighting

How do they react to their s/o fighting with someone while pregnant?

Suitors: Napoleon, Arthur, Theo, Jean

Napoleon

Being four months pregnant did not mean Y/N would let anyone disrespect her emperor in her presence.

Napoleon's wife had joined him and Isaac at their little school, chatting away with a few of the children, who gazed at her with wonder- for her general beauty, and her cute round belly.

It was a bit tough for either Napoleon or Isaac to get the kids to concentrate when they kept insisting on touching Y/N and unfortunately for Isaac, he was on the receiving end of "Where do babies come from?", to the amusement of Napoleon.

However, the pleasant atmosphere didn't last as, when school was out, Napoleon was dealing with the angry mother of one of his students. He remained civil and calm, but the incensed woman kept poking him in the chest and getting in his face.

This of course, sat about as well with the emperor's wife as one would expect. Next thing anyone was aware of, Y/N was by his side, shoving the woman away from him.

"Don't put your hands on my husband! Apologize to him!"

"How dare you, who do you think you are?!"

The angry mother stepped forward again, only to get shoved back again by the expectant woman.

"I think I'm the one who's going to put you in the hospital if you don't apologize and leave right now."

Livid, the mother shoved Y/N right back, causing her to fall backwards. Napoleon moved like lightning, catching her with ease. He sent a reproachful glare to the woman, who stood frozen, as if shocked by her own actions.

"Isaac, keep an eye on Y/N."

Y/N reluctantly stayed by Isaac's side while Napoleon dealt with the woman until she left. Later, he took her in his arms, sighing as he lifted her head to lock eyes.

"Don't do that again, nunuche. You can't just get into fights with people. Not in your condition."

He felt a chill up his spine when he thought of what could've happened if she had actually fallen and he wasn't there. He instinctively pulled her closer to him, her head between his neck and shoulder.

He was touched that she had stood up for him, but the last thing he wanted was for her and his baby to be getting into any fights at all.

Arthur

Sometimes, his former flings just...didn't quit, even when he was married with a child on the way.

One such brazen woman had approached Arthur while his wife, who was 4 months along, was with him.

The sheer audacity of it- unabashed flirting with a married man in front of his pregnant wife?

Honestly...

Arthur had no time to rebuff her advances before his scandalized wife moved in front of him and confronted the little viper right there.

"Are you really so desperate you're going to pretend I'm not here, or are you stupid?"

The argument only got more heated from there, finally reaching a tipping point when the spiteful woman made mocking comments about Y/N's body, and even further by implying that she trapped Arthur using the baby.

Neither Arthur or the shameless troublemaker saw the slap coming. Y/N threw the fastest slap ever thrown and the other woman found herself suddenly looking the other direction, her cheek stinging.

Y/N for her part, was slightly red faced and teary eyed and was ready with another slap when the woman righted herself. And another. And another.

Arthur was too stunned at first to react, but he jumped into action when the former fling, infuriated, raised her hand to retaliate.

He caught her wrist in a second, his other arm coiling around his wife as he tugged her back towards him, his hand on her stomach protectively.

"Enough! You don't touch her! Y/N, come with me, darling."

Not wanting her to spend anymore energy on this, he maneuvered his upset wife out of there and somewhere more safe.

His heart ached when confronted with her pretty face flushed and streaked with tears of anger and humiliation. He gently wiped them away.

"Come on now, luv, please don't cry. It's alright..."

He pulled her into his chest as he rubbed her belly, his own pulse starting to slow. His heart had almost given out when he had seen the woman about to hit Y/N.

"Darling, please don't put yourself at risk like that. I can't stand anything happening to you...either of you."

He rubs circles on her stomach as he kisses her cheek.

Theo

Theo is used to dealing with L' Academie by now, but he was not expecting that his hondje would ever have to do so in her state.

And yet, he found himself in said position when one of them came to do their usual shenanigans, but this time, Y/N was with him.

Theo felt more exasperated than nervous, until his wife, four months pregnant with twins, stormed up to the man in the middle of whatever nonsense he was spouting and faced him head on.

"Can't you do anything other than bother him? Go find something to do!"

"It is the duty of L'Academie and he is nothing but an upstart allowing riff raff into the art world!"

Indignant, and hormonal at that, Y/N decided to put the man, and the Academie, in his place once and for all.

"How dare you, you don't get to decide what's art and what's not, my husband is better than any elitist highbrows and you know it, that's why you keep harrassing him! But I won't let you anymore, leave. My. Husband. Alone."

She punctuated her words with a slap so fast across the man's face that it makes her stumble a bit as she holds onto her stomach for balance. Theo had never moved so quick in his life, the second the man's eyes flashed with rage, the younger Van Gogh pulled Y/N to him, his hand on her stomach, both to keep her at bay and to just reassure himself that she was out of harm's way.

Y/N covered his hand with hers, both to reassure him she was alright, but also to show her solidarity to him.

"Don't even think about it. You won't like what happens if you try to hurt her."

The dark look in Theo's sky blue eyes, sends the man retreating wisely on his part.

Y/N was indeed scolded for her recklessness later, even if he thought she was the sweetest for it. She still put herself and the babies in danger. He hadn't liked the look in the man's eyes in the slightest.

"Hondje, what you just did? Never again, understand?"

He tugged her close to him, holding her from behind, resting his head against hers as he ran a hand over her swollen stomach, speaking softer.

"I don't want you in that position again, let alone while you're carrying my pups, got it?"

He wouldn't have known what he would have done if that man had dared to hurt her. Just that it wouldn't have been good.

Jean

The fact anyone had the audacity to attack or threaten a visibly pregnant woman sent a wave of distaste through him.

A customer was being difficult to Y/N who had been seated in the front of the shop while Jean was at the back of the weapon's shop so that Y/N was away from the weapons, because he was very wary of the sharp objects near his 4 month pregnant wife.

She had got up and confronted him alone before Jean could deal with him, pushing the rude man away herself, to the surprise of both men present.

"Get ahold of yourself, this is a place of business, not a schoolyard!"

"Why, I never!"

"Never what, learned proper manners? You don't come into my husband's shop and kick up a fuss, not on my watch!"

The man, galled, took a step forward threateningly, and that was all it took for Jean to immediately move from the other side of the shop to pull Y/N behind him.

His visible eye twinkled with something dangerous at the prospect that he was about to threaten Y/N.

"I suggest you keep your distance from this woman, lest I be forced to make you."

Nobody threatened his wife and child.

After the customer left with intimidation from Jean, the soldier turned to his wife, placing his hand on her stomach, searching her for any signs of distress.

Y/N placed her hands over Jean's on her round belly with a small smile, assuring him she was fine but Jean shook his head.

"If there is a problem like that again, let me handle it. That was dangerous."

Brave as it was that she faced the man alone, he would prefer that she be safe, after all, who knows what he would have done to her, regardless of her delicate state.

His gloved fingers caress her belly as he remains diligently beside her the remainder of the day, just to make sure she remained unharmed and unbothered.

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IkeVamp HCs: Feminine Energy Reader

How do they react to a feminine reader who is classy, mysterious, magnetic and also plays hard to get?

Suitors: Mozart, Arthur, Theo, Galileo

Mozart

Upon first meeting her, he was his typical icy self, but even so, he could still tell there was something...oddly beguiling about her.

Granted, his initial coldness is met with elegance as she gracefully turns on her heel and leaves the exchange confidently.

An example of this is when he tells her on her first day that he despises her and the commotion she has made with her arrival to the mansion, she merely blinks very slowly, her long lashes brushing her cheeks before those lovely lips parted to coolly respond with;

"Blaming me for not being unable to focus on your work seems to be your own issue of lacking the resolve. You might want to do something about that."

Before turning around without giving him a chance to respond and walking out, her head held high as he stares after her.

He finds it...appealing how she conducts herself with so much poise, yet with full confidence within her femininity.

It actually makes him feel a little...guilty for treating her the way he has. Especially since now, the beautiful woman is acting almost as frosty as himself, yet different. Less outwardly rude and more...classy, so to speak. It gives the impression that he offended a princess or something of that nature.

Her detached politeness is slowly chipped away when he clears the air himself and she very slowly begins to trust him.

Learning different aspects of her personality becomes surprisingly stimulating to the musician as she lets him discover her little by little. The fact that she doesn't offer too much of herself at once made her something of a mystery.

He in turn, opens up a little to her in reciprocation, silently curious to uncover more of her and learn her like a song he has yet to decipher and play. He figures it wouldn't be so bad if he could decode her just a little more...

Arthur

Arthur is intrigued right away. Her gorgeous looks brings the initial attraction, but its her demeanor that hooks him.

Her feminine allure, her delicate body language and soft spoken manner is something he finds quite fetching.

He learns firsthand what a challenge she would be when he first started flirting with her. She had gazed upon him somewhat impassively before her fingers gracefully move the hair framing her sweet face and responding with his flirtation with a prim;

"No thank you, Sir Arthur, I'm sure you can ask one of your admirers. Good day."

Straight shut down. Calm and classy, without being overly cruel or rude, before walking around him to be on her way.

Surprised as he was, that little exchange cemented his interest in her.

After all, being surrounded by women who threw themselves at him was the norm for the mystery author but her? No.

She was far more...composed, enigmatic and effortlessly exuded feminine class.

She never falls all over herself to get his attention, she never has to. She naturally inspires curiosity with her gentle, mysterious charisma. She, without words, lets him know that she is not one to offer her heart at the first sign of interest.

He finds himself enjoying the chase. Pursuing her begins to be quite the fun challenge, especially because Y/N herself tends to tease him by making him work for her trust and rewarding his efforts with little glimpses of her innermost heart.

He finds pleasure in how she allows him to pursue her and her subtle expression of her interest in him by figuratively "dropping the handkerchief" was both encouraging and enticing to Arthur.

She is like a beautifully intricate puzzle box and the author is definitely up to the challenge of unlocking her heart.

Theo

So...he definitely got off on the wrong foot with the mysterious beauty.

Theo being Theo, wasn't quite expecting her to be like this when he first spoke to her. He very quickly learns that, despite her pretty face, Y/N is not to be spoken to like any average woman.

The way she carries herself, dainty and girly, elegant and confident gives him pause. Makes his insults and barbs rest in his head for a little longer than any other woman would.

He feels a little more respect for her, even if he will never say it, but soon, he has little choice in the matter when he first started addressing her as "hondje". When the Y/N caught wind of what that meant, she was quick to issue him an ultimatum.

She turns those soft eyes toward him, without breaking eye contact, in response to whatever rude thing has come out of his mouth and she speaks in a short tone of finality, hinting at her offended disposition.

"Mr Van Gogh, if you have a problem speaking to me with respect or even remembering my name, I suggest you don't speak to me at all."

She turns her lovely self around, smacking him in the face with her hair, though unintentionally, as she walked away, her hips swaying slightly after putting him in his place, without ever raising her voice.

Since then, Theo learns that if he wants the girl to even give him the time of day, he's going to have to pull some verbal punches....alot of punches.

He won't say it, but he respects and admires her for her quiet dignity, her charming confidence and self worth. She isn't arrogant or self important, but she clearly has self respect, he will give her that.

To be so overtly and unapologetically feminine in a mansion full of men is respectable in itself.

Even as they get closer, he is not quite sure what is going on in her beautiful mind, what she is thinking behind that enigmatic smile of hers.

He would like nothing more than the scrub away the paint to uncover just what she is hiding.

The man is an art dealer, so obviously, his philolocalist mind is set on opening her up to him.

Galileo

Being as standoffish as he is, he will admit that the woman is a beauty, more as a fact than something that actually moves him. Even then, it wasn't something he would state aloud.

When he first met her, his first reaction was to tell her to leave, that she was in his way. The woman did not get upset or flustered over his harsh wording or delivery. She doesn't snap at him or pout or fall into an apologetic frenzy.

Instead she leveled him with a strangely inscrutable look in her eyes, quiet for but a moment before those delicate, manicured hands push the girl upright as she stands and speaks evenly.

"I apologize for intruding. Pardon me, Monsieur."

Her soft, calming voice is the only sound in the classroom before she walks away, brushing past him slightly by mistake as she leaves, her intoxicating presence unfortunately left behind as the silent Galileo watches her leave.

He is no fool, he knows full well, despite how composed she was, that the woman was offended by him. Had he been anyone else, he probably wouldn't have realized that because of the respectful and almost regal behaviour she possessed.

Clearly not a woman that wears her heart on her sleeve. He finds himself mildly wondering what she had been thinking when she hadn't responded to him right away. In that moment, she was a mystery to him, a sweet riddle with a lovely face.

He may find himself thinking every now and again of that lovely face with the strange... soft femininity that he found a little difficult to forget.

The world is full of many mysteries, but that woman is just one more to add to the complexities he thought about.

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NSFW Faust Headcannons

These are literally just my thoughts going crazy so sorry if its disorganized LMAO. Also this is like my first actual writing post so bare with me 😭😂

Warning: If you are very religious you may not want to read these. I mean it.

Tagging: @judgemental-seal @delicateikemenmemes @aurora-morning

Under the cut🙏🙏🙏

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New Residents at the Mansion (IkeVamp meets IkeSen)

Comte went on a little trip through his time traveling door, this time to the Sengoku period, and brought back some new friends.

*****

Nobunaga: *eyes MC* Well, hello there. I think I'll make you my new lucky charm.

MC: Yeah, I don't think so...sorry.

Arthur: *mutters under breath* Note to self, do not call her your lucky charm.

*****

Mozart: There was too many people here to begin with. Nobody asked for more residents.

Ieyasu: Agreed. When can I go back home?

*****

Sasuke: So, are you two bros?

Theo: No, my broer Vincent is over there.

Yukimura: He means are you buddies.

Arthur: Yes!

Theo: No!

Sasuke: I have my answer.

*****

Dazai: Whatever you do, make sure you behave around Comte. He's the parent around here.

Mitsuhide: *eyes Hideyoshi* I have one of those. Thinks he is my mother with his countless lectures.

Hideyoshi: Hey! What are you up to over there?

Mitsuhide: We're exchanging recipes for tofu.

*****

Comte: *watches Mitsuhide slither around the room* I see you have your own troublemaker.

Hideyoshi: *groans* That one... I can lecture him till the sun comes up, and he'll be back at it the next day. Nothing I say sinks in. He is the absolute worst.

Comte: *smirks* You haven't met my problem child yet.

*****

Sasuke: You mean to tell me you get to live here amongst all these great men of history. The stories you must have.

Sebastian: Oh, I have an entire notebook.

*****

Shingen: (to MC) Good evening, Princess. My name is Shingen, and I was wondering if you wanted to take a stroll and gaze at the moon tonight.

Arthur: Excuse me, she only just met you. She's not going to fall for your lines.

MC: Shingen, I would love to do that.

Arthur: *curses under breath*

*****

Masamune: Hey, I'm not the token eye patch guy anymore!

Jean: Huh?

Masamune: *throws his arm around Jean's shoulder* I don't know about you, but I am starving. Where's the kitchen around here?

Jean: Let me show you the way.

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100% AGREE. I wish they had the writers from Ikesen over here for these types of routes, because Kenshin’s route? Handled extremely well.

If you haven’t read Licht’s route from Ikemen Prince yet, the writers handled these issues even WORSE (!!) It was horrifying to read from beginning to end as well but it was just more *holy shit* because Licht didn’t even want to be with her at all from day 1. At least Dazai wanted to cheer her up and wanted to be amicable buddies at first 😭

dazai’s route review [SPOILERS]

technically i haven’t finished his whole route yet, but since i only have like 2 chapters left i think i’ve read enough to form an opinion about it. obviously there are gonna be spoilers so i’m putting them under a cut. if you agree or disagree all’s good bc these are just my opinions and everyone’s free to have their own opinions, just be respectful :)

TW: mentions & discussions of suicide and mental health issues

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Ikesen Masterlist

Whole Cast: 

Athletic wardrobe HC’s

E-girl wardrobe HC’s 

When they cheat HC’s 

MC reacting to their portraits HC’s 

The suitors as Disney songs

Ieyasu, Mitsunari, Mitsuhide, Kennyo, Shingen, Ranmaru, Kenshin & Yukimura + insecure MC. 

Ieyasu, Mitsunari, Mitsuhide, Kennyo, Shingen, Ranmaru, Kenshin & Yukimura + MC on her period. 

Ieyasu, Mitsunari, Mitsuhide, Kennyo, Shingen, Ranmaru, Kenshin & Yukimura + MC having a nightmare

Ieyasu, Mitsunari, Mitsuhide, Kennyo, Shingen, Ranmaryu, Kenshin & Yukimura + MC who can’t draw

Kenshin, Mitsuhide & Masamune + MC in need of comfort

Masamune, Kyubei, Keiji, Shingen, Mitsuhide & Kennyo + Short!MC

Kenshin & Yukimura + Tall!MC

Jealous WL’s Nobunaga, Masamune, Ieyasu, Sasuke & Yukimura

Ikemen Birthdays

Ikesen & Studio Ghibli

Ikesen bar: Oda | Uesugi-Takeda | Independent

One and Only

Ieyasu Tokugawa:

Rest

Contrarian 

Keiji Maeda: 

Thief

Lunchtime

Fluff

Rainy Days

Footprints 

Proposal

Battery

Beach

Hinamatsuri 

Birthday Wish

Stable Naps

Soulmates

Keiji Home Alone

Kennyo:

Needed

Ring

Revenge

Coffee

Mother’s Day 

Together

Rain Check

Kichou: 

Dark Circles 

Future-speak

Kyubei

Coax + Art by Rui

Birthday wish

Masamune Date: 

Unrequited Love

Appeal

Corn Flower

Trial

Heaven and Earth

Celebrate

Mitsuhide Akechi:

Cold Hands

Wood

Butterfly Effect

Kotodama

Goodnight

Love Denied

Jealousy

Shy Confession

Marriage of convenience

Incense

Comfort

Solitude

Mitsunari Ishida: 

Code: Red

Motonari Mouri:

A Seaman

Fake Date

Soulmates

Nobunaga Oda: 

Goliath 

Memories

Shingen Takeda

Bar Night

Sweet Ban

Birthday Surprise

Storyteller

On Elfin’s Hill

True Beauty 

Yoshimoto Imagawa:

Charm

Yukimura Sanada:

Short Hair

Peace