#ikemen vampire scenario

[sunshineyuuji]

Surprising Facts

IkeVamp suitors with an s/o who randomly says interesting facts

Characters: Leonardo Da Vinci, Isaac Newton, Arthur Conan Doyle, Le Comte de Saint-Germain, Johann Georg Faust

Warnings: maybe ooc since I don't know their personalities well, bad English (?), some facts may be a little disturbing (Isaac's part), gn!reader/fem!reader.

Notes: hello~! It's great to write again! I hope you're all taking care. This is the first time I write anything that has to do with the Ikemen series, so I hope you like it (╥﹏╥). Also, this is a tiny bit too much inspired by things I say to my friends and family so enjoy this little random facts I know, te-hee~.

Leonardo Da Vinci

"Did you know that Samuel Morse, the creator of the telegraph and Morse code ran for mayor of New York, but was against Catholics and immigrants?"

"I beg your pardon?"

It's really fun to have them around, though he sometimes doesn't understand some of the facts they throw at him and asks them to explain.

He learns more about future events through their random facts than asking the other residents.

He gets caught off guard by some of the facts his s/o throws at him though.

"Nutmeg is a hallucinogen."

Sometimes tries to ask them things that he thinks may be difficult for them to know, but he always fails.

"Actually, Sudan has more pyramids than any other country in the world."

His s/o never fails to impress him and he loves that.

They’re just cute darlings full of knowledge! They’re pretty and smart!

Secretly wishes to surprise his s/o with something they don't know.

Perhaps his unconditional love for them.

"And did you know, tesoro, that I love you dearly?"

I'm sure they didn't know that one, did they?

Isaac Newton

"Did you know the human stomach can dissolve razor blades?"

"Y/N, please, PLEASE stop with the creepy information."

Look, he's glad they’re drenched in information, but WHY do they choose to tell him the creepy ones?

He knows some of the facts his s/o tells him, others are more modern so he asks them information about it.

But when it comes to the creepy ones...

"Acids can dissolve a body more completely than lye, liquefying even the bones and teeth."

"And why do you need this information?!"

Let's face it, it's a bit weird that they know that, but they’re full of information!

Although they always have one or two that make him smile.

"Did you know the world's longest marriage lasted 86 years?"

Isaac looked up at his s/o with intrigue.

"Why don't we break the record?" they smiled at him and laughed when they noticed his cheeks blush.

Arthur Conan Doyle

"There are four law books bound in human skin at the Harvard University Library."

"Bound in what?!"

It feels like a competition.

He wants to outsmart them in saying something they don't know, but never finds anything.

"Video cameras were invented in 1891."

"Mmm that was the movie camera called Kinetograph, but in 1888 Louis Le Prince invented a single-lens camera that created the first and oldest motion video in existence."

"Bloody hell, Y/N!"

Don't worry, there is one thing he can do that leaves them with no answer.

And that is at flirting.

"You may be a little know-it-all, but you're still my cute dove, aren't you?" he chuckles. "Oh yes, I always win in the game of seduction."

Always uses the little random facts they give him on books.

Like that one time when his s/o told him that hydrogen peroxide dissolves blood!

Comte de Saint-Germain

Let's be clear, this man knows quite a lot thanks to his time travels.

But that doesn't stop his s/o from saying a thing or two.

"It's interesting how people often paint you as a time traveler and an immortal being without knowing they're right. Isn't it ironic?"

Asks more about future events like wars that are soon to come or any type of information that calls his attention.

"In your time, which is the most famous book?"

"Currently the Bible. It's the most recognizable and famous book that has ever been published."

He always has this soft smile whenever they tell him anything out of the blue, either because of amusement or because he loves how they smile whenever they tell him any random fact.

It's adorable to say the least, and he will make sure to always make them feel proud of their knowledge.

"Ma chèrie is very smart and knowledgeable. I sure am a lucky man, aren't I?"

Johann Georg Faust

Let's be for real, he's a smart ass.

He knows quite a lot about alchemy and other stuff.

But what about modern stuff?

"You know, I wanted to watch the play that goes by your name. I read it though! Very tragic indeed."

"What are you talking about?"

Yeah, yeah, he’s smart and stuff.

Really cool.

But his face when they tell him something he doesn’t know?!

Priceless.

Even if he does know, he’s more surprised on the fact that his s/o knows that type of stuff.

For example:

“Did you know that injecting 35% hydrogen peroxide can cause inflammation of the blood vessels at the injection site? The oxygen bubbles that block flood flow and lead to gas embolisms, leading to the destruction of red blood cells.”

“May I know why you know this information?”

Secretly likes it. I mean after all, his s/o isn’t just some pretty face.

Doesn’t stop him from teasing you though.

“Your knowledge won’t help you get away from me now will it? Hm, thought so. Now come here before I make you regret it.”

Will make a quiz full of questions regarding history out of spite.

They pass flawlessly. (Yeah, just with random facts from the internet. Leave me alone, I did that once.)

“You are proficient with your little data. Well, I can't expect less from my partner.”

[natimiles]

Lazy morning with Comte

Words: 516

Tags: scenario; morning cuddles; fluffy; no pronouns specified, but Comte calls you chérie; established relationship.

He’s been awake for a while now, but he wants to savor this peaceful moment with you. With his chest pressed against your back and his arms wrapped securely around you, he envelops you in his embrace, softly nuzzling his face into your hair from time to time.

Comte both feels and hears it when your breathing changes pace, meaning you’re waking up too. A soft yawn escapes your lips as you stretch, and your hand goes to his arm to loosen it from around your body, but he tightens his hold.

“Hm…?” you hum under your breath, turning your head to glance at your lover with a hint of confusion. “Well, bonjour,” you smile warmly as you realize he is awake.

“Bonjour, chérie,” he chuckles at the confusion on your face.

You turn the rest of your body to face him fully, giving him a peck on the lips. He holds you in place by the neck to give you a proper morning kiss, and you can’t help but giggle, warmth spreading through your heart.

“Have you been awake for long?”

“Not too long,” he replies, kissing your forehead.

“What time is it?” you mumble, propping yourself up on your elbow to glance at the clock. “It’s almost time to get up.”

“It is,” he replies, his arm gently guiding you back down onto the mattress and into his arms.

“I should get up already.”

“If you want to,” he smiles with such affection that his eyes crinkle.

“Yes,” you yawn, covering your mouth with the palm of your hand as you look at him with the same loving gaze he gives you. “This way, I can take my time getting ready before helping Sebas.”

“Of course.” He shifts his arm around you, adjusting his hold on your body.

You chuckle softly. “Comte?”

“Yes, chérie?” he entwines his legs with yours.

“Can I get up?”

He is still smiling at you, trying to disguise his true intentions of not letting you leave his arms so soon today.

“Excellent question,” he hums, pretending to ponder the answer. “Can you?” He peppers kisses on your face.

“Alright, I’ll stay,” you concede with a contented sigh, “But in a few minutes, it’s going to be an obligation, you know.”

“It never is,” he murmurs, trailing his kisses down your neck and nuzzling his face there. “I’m giving you the day off.”

“Comte,” you laugh softly as his lips tickle your skin. “I can’t do that.”

“I can.”

“I have lots of things to do with Sebastian. We’ll have a busy afternoon today.”

“Then it’s settled. You’ll rest at least in the morning.”

He abruptly pulls you closer, causing your body to collide with his, and he tucks your face under his chin as a squeak escapes you. Comte laughs and kisses the top of your head, placing one hand on your head and the other on your back, rubbing relaxing circles with his fingertips while ensuring to keep you as close as possible.

You huff, knowing it’s a lost battle.

You end up taking the whole day off.

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Masterlists

[wafflesdenweaselsside]

MC at 4am : Hey Sebastian—wanna try those chickenless fried chicken things?

Arther, who was just passing by: Excuse me Luv, what the bloody—What did you just say?

MC: The chickenless fried chicken

Sebastian, who speaks fluent delusional: A particular kind of deep fried mushroom with sauce

Arther, nodding slowly: I’m going to go speak to Newt about this one

[oigimi]

. arthur as a college boyfriend ! .

you met at one of the coffee shops around campus.

at the end of your afternoon class you would always head down for a nice drink and a snack to accompany a study session

and arthur was always there.

he always sat across from someone, although oddly enough you noticed that he'd never be sitting across from the same woman multiple days in a row.

you ignored him all the time, and he mostly ignored you. you sat at tables on opposite sides of the coffee shop.

except for a few glances you'd catch him trying to steal (while trying to steal some from him).

one day you came in, and the place was flooded with people.

there was an event around your usual study time, and it only left one available seat for you:

right across from arthur.

he invites you to sit with him, and does not hold back with flirting.

he immediately goes in, talking about how pretty/handsome you are, and how nicely your outfit compliments your figure.

after your little date he asks you out on another.

that one date becomes two, then three, then four.

and before you knew it, you and arthur were texting all the time.

he tells you about what he's up to, and oddly enough he never seems to hang around random girls anymore.

you send him memes he'd like.

one day, arthur invites you to your normal spot at the coffee shop and asks you to be his date to a party happening that weekend.

you emphatically agree, and soon enough you're at a party hosted by his friend leonardo.

he bought you something nice to wear (seemingly out of nowhere).

he's actually bought you a lot of things.

he pays for your coffee dates and little trinkets he thinks are cute.

at the party, he gets a little tipsy and so do you.

"y/n, look at me. can you hear me?"

"yeah."

"listen to me closely."

he grabs your shoulders and pulls you in for a kiss, confessing his feelings in slurred speech.

you're gorgeous to him, and he can't see anyone else when he's with you.

you make him want to take his studies more seriously.

he always wants to check in with you, making sure school isn't getting you too hard (especially during finals).

he takes you fun places when you're free (you've been to the zoo, the park, and the amusement park together!)

and always listens to what you have to say.

arthur is a mix of a gift-giver and a physical affection-giver.

he likes texting, but nothing beats holding you and kissing your forehead after a rough day.

he wants to lay down with you and pet your hair, and listen to your hopes and dreams.

he cares about you more than he's cared about anyone before.

after you graduate, he goes to med school, and plans to get a little apartment for you both.

take care of him pls, and he'll always take care of you!

[ifthiswingscouldfly]

How they act around their crush?

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Napoleon Bonaparte

Act like a hero in front of his crush.

Uses all his charisma around his crush.

Can be a teaser too.

He usually show off his muscles to impress his crush.

And this always work.

Protective and genuine.

Have no shame towards his feelings for you.

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Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

When he have a crush on someone nothing really changes.

He act the same around them especially if one of the suitors are around.

But expect him to be more soft when you both are alone.

Like he will try to reassure you and have his sweet talk with you.

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Leonardo Da Vinci

There's A LOT of teasing about you kissing him.

Some of his jokes goes to the fact the you really like him.

Also he is going to show off his skills.

He will fix things that doesn't really need to be fixed just to impress you.

Will throw a horny joke just to make you a blushing mess.

It is so frustrating to be around him when he is crushing on you.

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Arthur Conan Doyle

Throws so much compliments towards their crush.

Always talking about how wonderful you are.

Have no shame to talk about how he feel when he is around his crush.

Probably he is the one that would get drunk and sing how much he love you under your balcony.

Can be a dick sometimes causing you problems including himself too.

Love to tease omg.

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Vincent Van Gogh

Baby sunflower boy is so shy and indecisive around his crush.

He would try to pick up his courage to hang out with her.

Will send her letters with sebastian telling her he want to spend time with her.

Very obliging and genuine around his crush.

He is ready to throw himself at her feet if she needed help.

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Theodorus Van Gogh

Omg he is meaner around his crush.

Like not the mean Theo in the normal situation but the meaner.

Would talk to Arthur about how much he like her.

And Arthur would tease him.

The only way he show that he care is when he give you advice.

Like he would say "work hard hondje!".

Also you'll know if he like you if you ask Arthur, he wouldn't hesitate telling you.

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Dazai Osamu

It's complicated to know if he likes you or not.

But at this point he can send mixed signals.

You'll probably find him a good listener when you're talking so he can know what you like or dislike exactly.

He always have a story to tell and he know how to keep you entertained for a while unless you were curious about him and his past he will ignore your curiosity so he don't open up.

One of the dumbest suitors when it comes to his own feelings.

Can't face the fact the he really did like you.

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Isaac Newton

He isn't the one to fall in love from the first sight.

Shy around his crush and he would try to make a space between both of you.

You'll find him staring at you from a distance.

Wouldn't take the first step obviously, that's why he need an extroverted girl.

He would invite you to star gazing with him.

While doing that he would listen carefully to every word that come out your mouth so he can analyze them later by himself.

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Jean D'arc

This man is shy too.

Would hide his feelings and bottle them up.

He wouldn't hate being around you but the main problem is warning you.

Yeah he will warn you that he is a monster and he would talk badly about himself.

Need someone who is kind and patient to reach him.

Protective when it comes to you.

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William Shakespeare

When he have a crush on someone oh God here we go again.

Would make excuses to be around them.

He will stalk his crush knowing every movement she make and who is the people she is dealing with.

Would invite her to dinner after collecting A LOT of information about her.

And she would be surprised about how much he guessed her favorite stuff, of course he knew because he was stalking her.

Seriously he is afraid of being close to her and being far away from her, but when she realized he cares about her.

She can reassure him that it is okay if they're together.

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Le Comte De Saint Germain

Okay he is very friendly with everyone so when he have a crush on someone it might be difficult to know.

He would act more cold and serious around her.

His feelings or mask will fall off the moment he sense there's a danger around his crush.

Protective and obliging towards his crush.

He is good when it comes to mind games but if his crush isn't the type for mind games he would be straight forward.

Will ask her if it is okay to spend more time with him.

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Sebastian/ Akihiko satou

He is caring in general.

But when it comes to him having a crush on a girl it is a different story.

He is still acting secretive and mysterious around his crush.

Would take her on a date but is it a real date? She'll never know.

Ask her politely if it is okay to spend time with each other.

He is really into slow burn relationships and prefer them because he can get to know the other partner on a slow realistic level.

Can't be honest with his feelings and would never show them to anyone especially his crush.

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Vlad's mansion

Vlad

When he have a crush on someone they will never know.

A lot of eye contact with their crush.

You wouldn't realize he is into you.

Same as comte he is into mind games.

If his crush is an innocent girl she wouldn't realize he is having a crush on her.

Would give her flowers and here's the game.

He is sending messages with flowers.

It is kind of interesting how he make you solve a puzzle using only flowers.

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Charles Henri-Sanson

He can't really realize whether it is just a crush or he have a real feelings for her.

Can be really desperate for attention.

But not in a bad way, you need just to teach him what is the difference between love and like.

Being with Charles is a full time job.

He love to touch you and give you all he have but all of this because of the fact that he need someone to love him for who he is.

After teaching him what a healthy relationship and boundaries is you'll find him realizing his own feelings.

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Johann Georg Faust

He is cold and sadistic in general.

Dealing with his feelings isn't his job.

He prefer to keep everything for himself.

You wouldn't really know if he have a crush on you.

But in fact he would say some creepy lines like "you have a beautiful skeleton", "your flesh smell amazing".

Probably he will creep his crush out.

Reaching deep down he is feeling a sweet and warm sensation in his heart.

Looking at his crush he know now what is the reason behind that sweet sensation.

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Post date: 3/9/2022

Day: Saturday

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[klutzyroses]

Could I please request something with Leonardo, Comte, Theo, Arthur and Shakespeare's s/o who starts to pull away from them because she feels fat/ugly/stupid/too inexperienced to be with her suitor?

IkeVamp HCs: Distant Inexperienced S/O

How do they react to their s/o pulling away because she feels she is too inexperienced/stupid/ugly for him?

Suitors: Leonardo, Arthur, Theo, Comte, William

Leonardo

The inventor very quickly caught on that something wasn't right with his love when she started acting a little strange.

It was little things at first, from her demure manner, to her uneasy glances, but little by little, he could feel his Cara mia started to drift away.

It hurt. Alot. To feel her gradually start to slip through his fingers was a fate worse than death.

A fate he was not about to allow to befall him without a fight.

There was a slight idea of what the issue COULD be, but he didn't want to make any assumptions about her feelings. Even if she was that easy to read.

At least, to him

So of course, he hunted his principessa down whilst she had thrown herself into her work. It took some level of convincing, before the inventor opted to simply scoop her into his arms and carry her away, despite the lovely lady's embarrassed protests.

Once he coaxed the answers out of her, it made perfect sense. Actually the more he thought about it, the more he feels he should have expected it.

"Leonardo...you know I'm nowhere near your level, don't you? I'm not as smart, innovative, and...I'm not going to even talk about experience. Don't you want someone more-"

"Like you? Course."

He cuts her off before she can imply anything else he, very likely, did not want to hear. He slips his hand behind her head to hold her still as he, very gently bumps her forehead with his own.

He wants to understand, he loves her, ALL of her. He chose her for a reason, a very special, undeniable reason.

"And that's because you're you."

Arthur

The ever perceptive author noticed almost immediately something was wrong with his beloved.

Her slowly diminishing mood was obvious of course, he was, after all, the most in tune with her, the one who loved her most. So of course he knew something was wrong.

He can easily estimate what may be troubling her, but he can't be entirely certain until he asks her himself.

Though he does notice that she is particularly quiet when he is approached by one of his admirers. Not necessarily moody just...subdued....distant.

That's why he sits her down in his room and brings it up over cuddles.

"What's going on in your pretty little head, luv? You've been so melancholy lately..."

He twirls her hair between his fingers as he listens to her concerns, though what she has to say is a bit...sore.

To hear she was so concerned over being inexperienced...to hear that she thought herself unattractive...especially in the presence of his beautiful devotees. His heart ached to hear that, and he partially blames himself for letting his darling think like that. After all, he even told her, when they first met, that he preferred experienced women. While he had been flirtatiously teasing...it seems those words had a very negative impact on his beloved.

He holds her face in his hands, stroking her soft cheeks with his thumbs

"Luv, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry darling, I never meant to for you to feel this way. You have to understand how wrong you are to think that. I love your innocence, there is nothing wrong with it at all, please believe me when i say it makes you all the more precious. And... even when you're upset you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, remember?"

He presses his forehead to hers.

"All of you is perfect to me...Absolutely flawless."

Theo

The man may be busy but his hondje always comes first. So when she starts acting strange, he notices.

Her half hearted retorts to his teasing and her gloomy disposition would've been noted by a blind man.

He observes her for maybe a day or two, to actually confirm if this was going to be a problem, or just a passing mood.

Once he sees that this wasn't going away without being confronted, he drags her off somewhere private and gazes at her with a severe frown on his handsome features.

"Talk hondje. Something's wrong and you're going to tell me what."

She could deny anything being wrong, but then they would be here all day...

So she tell him the truth. That she felt dumb, stupid next to him, who was so sharp and intelligent, that she was no match for him, to the point she would rather keep quiet, lest she embarrassed him with her supposed ineptitude.

Theo...was not pleased. But at the same time, he can't help but wonder...did he lead her to think like that, through all his teasing. A small part of him can't help but worry a little. Which is why he can't help but take her chin in his hand and make her look into his strong blue eyes.

"The only dumb thing about you is thinking like that. Don't underestimate yourself, and don't even think of selling yourself short. Because...you are smart. The brightest woman I know."

He softens a bit more as he never breaks away from her sparkling eyes.

"I mean it. You really do shine in my eyes."

Comte

Comte could easily tell something was on her mind. How could he miss it? He pays such attention to her, it would be impossible to miss a change in her behaviour.

He especially notices it when he takes her with him to one of his events, surrounded by the aristocracy and nobility, she seems even more ill at ease.

He wonders if she would rather not accompany him, but she agrees wholeheartedly everytime, he couldn't bring himself to question her too much...

However, when he was surrounded by his male and female admirers, the noble, sophisticated men, the beautiful, seemingly flawless women, his cherie would just...shrink.

She seemed almost frightened to be there and rarely spoke at all. She just silently drifted away from the nobles....and from him.

It wasn't until one night that he escorts her to a balcony after all greetings are out of the way. He takes both her hands in his and peers into her puzzled eyes.

"Tell me, mon Coeur, what's been troubling you so? You seem so distant lately?"

He rubs the back of her hands soothingly, listening patiently as she speaks.

"...Aren't you embarrassed to be seen with me? I'm not as good at being a noble and...I'm not even half as stunning as any of the other women here and I...I.."

She pauses when she feels his finger on her soft lips to gently hush her.

"Ma cherie, you must understand, there is no woman who can outshine you, not by any stretch of the imagination. You bring me so much pride, to be able to bring such a diamond with me is nothing short of an honor."

And he means every word of that. She is special, perfect, breathtaking. And he would always be proud of her, whether she be in a ballgown, or in a potato sack.

William

Ah, if his fair maiden thought she was concealing her anxiety well, she would have to try harder than to fool this playwright.

This master of masks could easily tell his muse was starting to distance herself, whilst also hiding that fact and her snowballing anxieties.

And...well, he wasn't well pleased with this.

Yes, he took note of how she behaved in his presence, and how she often began to evade him, trying to not seem obvious, but the man was not fooled. No, not in the slightest.

What a playful little trickster, to think she thought he would allow her to leave his side this way. He could chance a guess upon what is troubling her, but to confirm his suspicions...

He beckons her to him, under the guise of a mere conversation he would like to start but when the poor girl came within arms reach, she found herself in an inescapable embrace, which only heightened her trepidation when she also found her wrist inexplicably bound to his with bright red ribbon.

"In this manner, you shan't find thyself able to escape me, slippery nymph."

He seems to be playful but he is serious. He is going to get to the bottom of her behavior, and she was going nowhere until he did.

So of course, he listens silently, patiently as she explains her feelings of insecurity, of feeling inadequate, unintelligent, essentially a complete airhead next to him, the brilliant William Shakespeare.

He doesn't interrupt her until she is finished speaking, and only then does he stop to chuckle lightly, and then laugh. It is not necessarily a derisive or mocking laugh, more of a teasing, affectionate laugh, like a parent listening to their child proudly explain concepts to them that they already knew.

"It seems I have neglected thee for far too long, should my fair one find time to allow such thoughts to cloud her head."

He presses a kiss to her wrist, still wrapped closely to his, before nipping it.

Oh, he will definitely ease her worries. She won't have a second to think of them when he is done with her.

🌸

[soul-of-the-sanada]

taking theo van gogh to the interactive van gogh exhibit.

note, long post, so there's more along w pictures I took under the cut. (I also haven't finished his route so don't come up in here w spoilers mkay?)

just imagine, buying the tickets and taking him, but he's got no idea what it is, you kept quiet about it.

so you get him inside, slip into the showroom, and just wait. he's got to keep his eye closed until it starts of course, but once it starts, you let him loose.

it's 35 minutes of him just standing there, awestruck at the 360° animation, set to beautiful classical music.

35 minutes of silent tears.

35 minutes of the love and pride he has for his brother, seeping out of every pore in his body.

he spent a majority of his life supporting Vincent emotionally on top of financially, so seeing that someone thought Vincent's art was good enough to merit this giant exhibit? he'd be absolutely blown away.

he'd probably end up just spinning around in circles, trying to catch every detail he could. whenever one of his favorites came around, he'd probably end up grabbing your hand excitedly and just smile at you.

he's going to end up as close to the wall as he can be, admiring the detail and talent and raw emotion that comes through, in the digital projection of oil on canvas, theo is always amazed at how he knows every single brushstroke on every single work. he would definitely make you both stay until close, watching the show over and over, never getting enough.

eventually, after your 5th or 6th viewing, he'll calm down enough to start telling you the history behind every single piece. how some such mood took his broer for this piece, and how hard it was to find that specific color paint, but he'd always do it bc if his bother needed it, theo would ensure he'd have it.

what would stick with him the most though, through the multiple viewings he stayed for, is how many people came out, for one day out of the many that this exhibition has had, in the many locations its traveled. there was so many people, who gave up their time, to come see Vincent's work, work that Theo had always known would make people feel, would make people see the beauty and the soul of art. Maybe he'd see someone staring wide-eyed, with a soft smile and a hand clutched to their chest, and he'd smile too, knowing his biggest dream had been realized.

it's probably, hands down, one of the best and brightest moments in his life, blotting out any and all dark thoughts and regrets he'd ever had, in regard to the life he'd chosen as Vincent's number one supported.

[chocolate-parfait]

Heya! Not sure if I can ask this as a scenario, and if not go ahead and make this a headcanons! It's a bit complicated, so feel free to skip this if it's too much!

After some time MC came to the mansion she has had small moments of sadness and subtly avoiding the Van Gogh bothers. They eventually catch up on it but can't phantom why, until they hear her talking to Sebastian during some chores, saying how Theo and Vinc remind her of her and her own brother, and how for the good of both of them she will never see again.

Having a bit of a rough time and need some platonic fluff

Where the flowers bloom - Ikemen Vampire (Vincent & Theo) (Platonic)

pairing: Vincent x MC x Theo (platonic!!!!)

word count: 1.3k

cw/tw: fluff at the end <3

Sorry for the delay!😭 +I have never eaten a stamppot in my life I hope its not too much out of place,,🧎‍♀️

It was a rainy afternoon, and although the gloomy weather didn’t come unexpectedly, the air in the mansion was thick and oppressive. After lunch was finished, Theo made his way to his older brother’s room, hoping that witnessing his genius in action would relieve him of that weird feeling that had been following him around for days now. Hopefully, Vincent would have been able to ease the uneasiness he felt, and perhaps the two could solve together the issue that was bothering the both of them. In fact, although the art dealer considered himself to be quite experienced when it came to handling other people’s weaknesses, this time he had no solution in mind for how to solve the situation.

It had already been a few weeks ever since MC had arrived at the mansion, and it was as clear as day that her presence brightened everyone’s mood and brought all of them together. Nevertheless, the tightness of her smile never escaped the Dutch man’s observant gaze. In her eyes there always seemed to be a hint of something that went beyond logic, perhaps the expression of a suffering soul that could only be seen through the perceptiveness of an empathetic heart. Furthermore, as the days went by, this condition of hers seemed to worsen more and more, particularly when the girl found herself in the presence of the two brothers. Had Theo really been as ruthless as he wanted to appear, then maybe he wouldn’t have cared at all; but something, something suspiciously familiar was pulling at his heartstrings and stopping him from turning the other way.

Unsurprisingly, his brother had perfectly understood the situation as well, and it was only a matter of time before the two decided to openly discuss the issue amongst themselves.

“Theo, do you think we could have upset her by saying or doing something wrong?”

“I don’t know broer but… that doesn’t seem the case to me. She always seems so melancholic whenever we’re around...”

“Perhaps… Perhaps we should just ask her?” The painter’s azure eyes turned to the ground, pensive and clouded with worry, and his younger brother could not find it in himself to upset him even more.

The two men made their way through the mansion’s endlessly long hallways, heading both towards where they believed you to be. As one could expect, their vampire senses didn’t fail them, and soon they could hear your voice coming from behind the kitchen door. It was shaky, hesitant and filled with sadness, but still, it was undoubtedly yours.

“Sebastian I- …I don’t know what to do…” Were you about to reveal the secret behind your weird behavior? Vincent and Theo knew that eavesdropping was a wrong thing to do, but they were utterly out of clues about the whole situation. With a shared glance and a nod of the head, they inched closer to the door to hear you better, just like two children impatiently awaiting Santa Claus’ arrival.

“Have you tried talking to them about it, MC?” A calmer and steadier voice inquired. “Oh no, how could I? I can’t even face them, they remind me too much of me and my brother…” Moments of silence followed, interrupted by a trembling sigh. “Seeing how much they love each other, it only serves to remind me of how miserable I am”. Unbeknownst to them, you tightly gripped the now cold cup of tea in your hands, as Sebastian put a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Because you promised yourself not to see him anymore?” There it was. The root of the issue. You quietly hummed an affirmative response. “That's something I did for the both of us.”

A few days passed by after that gloomy day, and nothing much changed. At least, on the surface. Theo and Vincent had started going out more and more frequently, sparing you the sorrow that their presence awakened in your heart. They seemed more restless, always in a hurry and more avoidant than usual; even Arthur wasn’t able to give you an explanation when you asked him what the two were up to. You were glad they were giving you some space, but at the same time you felt bad. They probably thought you were extremely rude for always trying to avoid them, maybe now the Vang Goghs had enough of you and started keeping their distances themselves. Your feelings tangled up in a chaotic mess even more when, one day, you found a note on your bed.

Go to the hill at XX park where the hydrangeas bloom. Come alone.

Had someone from the mansion written that letter? The printed words would spare you no clues as to who their original owner was nor anything about their real intentions. The possibilities of something going wrong were many, but although anxiety flooded over you, an invisible force pushed you to go and see for yourself. Before leaving, you made sure to tell Comte about the card, just to make sure he knew about your location in case anything happened. Although he offered to accompany you, you politely turned him down; a little voice in your head told you that it was something you had to deal with by yourself.

As you stepped down the carriage, your feet were immediately carrying you over the place indicated by the letter. You remembered it very well, after all you, Dazai and Isaac would visit the place every now and then. The cherry-haired man was usually forced to come along by the Japanese poet, who would take the both of you on a stroll all the way to the top of the hill, the place with the best view in the whole park. These outings helped you take your mind off your brother, so you greatly appreciated the effort of the two vampires.

The familiar scenery now appeared from behind the countless hydrangea bushes, blooming right in front of your eyes. However, no scary gang of thugs nor bloodthirsty criminals were waiting for you. Instead, two heads turned to look at you. “Took you long enough, Knabbeltje” Was it a…picnic…? “Ah, MC! I’m so glad you came!” By the time Vincent came to usher you towards the blanket that lay on the grass, your head was swimming in a sea of confusion. “What are you two doing here?” As you sat across them, Theo handed you a plate with a serving of stamppot, a traditional Dutch dish. “What do you mean What are you two doing here; you read the letter, didn’t you?” You recalled the contents of the note that was left on your bed, perplexity surfacing all over your features. “I’m sorry we didn’t invite you directly, MC.” The older brother filled you a glass of water. “It’s just that… we weren’t sure you would have accepted our invite if you knew who we were.”

Your doubts had now been confirmed: the brothers noticed your weird behavior and it affected them. Your chest tightened with guilt; just because they reminded you of your brother you had no right to treat them in such an unpolite way. You lowered your gaze, staring at the nearby strands of grass. “It’s because I’ve been avoiding you both, isn’t it? I’m sor-“. A deep voice suddenly cut you off. “You don’t have to say sorry.” Theo then softened his tone. “You must have your reasons, and it’s fine, you don’t have to tell us anything of what happened.” A warm hand reached for your now freezingly cold one. “Yes, MC, Theo’s right. Whatever it is that is troubling you, we hope that you can find happiness in spite of it. And if you ever need a hand or a shoulder to cry on, we’ll always be here for you.”

Vincent’s words brought spring in your hardened heart, as hot droplets of tears pooled in your eyes. The gentle expressions of the two men in front of you dazzled under the sun, whisking away all the heavy clouds that constantly darkened your mind. Despite all the thousands of words you could say to convey what you were feeling, only two words found their way out of your lips, and they were more than enough.

“Thank you.”

[lusianarendraws]

One casual morning...

Celine: mother, father! I crave violence!

Le Comte: *choking on his tea* Celine, no!

Celine: *beaming* Celine, yes!

Le Comte: who taught you this...?

Stella: *holding back laughter* that's my girl!

Le Comte: chérie! *somewhere between amusement and frustration*

[moving-to-sweet2tangy]

Dear Followers [PLEASE READ]

Due to some difficulties and a change of plans, I will deactivate this blog in 10 days and move my works to my new multifandom blog, where I will post more Ikemen Sengoku/Vampire related headcanons/content.

Additionally, I want to apologize for the lack of activity on this blog. The reason behind this is that my interest had shifted towards other series. However, I very much appreciate the love and support you guys have given my work and I love the wonderful friends I have made along the way. I am still a fan of Ikemen Sengoku/Vampire and, while it may not be as frequently, will post more of my work on my new blog.

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[corpiote]

charles route spoiler (not really for anything that happens in it though, just a small piece of info)

pre-relationship charles "taking care of his clients" (sleeping with them) -> jealous, possessive mc

mc kills last client he slept with -> charles finds out

mc begs him not to leave them, promising never to do it again if he doesn't

4th one is talking abt what he thought it was b4 his route ending (tho it doesn't fully aline he could twist it that way)

[sunshineyuuji]

Happy Valentines day to you too!

Would you mind writing an imagine of reader/MC surprising Vlad with roses she grew herself?

Thank you

Rose Bed

Character: Vlad

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Warnings:guys, don't make me repeat. You know it's my maybe cranky English. Also! Maybe ooc Vlad since I don't know him well?, fem!reader

Notes: Ok so hiiiii! First request of Valentine's Day~. This is great timing 'cause I just got out of school so I'll have time to do this request. I hope it's to your liking! If anyone else has requests, please share them before I close them~.

It is known that Vlad loves flowers, but do you know what he loves more than flowers? You, especially when he sees you surrounded by flowers.

Today is Valentine's Day, a day that humans celebrate to "demonstrate love for the other". Neither you or Vlad needed a special day to demonstrate each other's love, but you still wanted to try this concept.

"Dragul meu, I'm back."

Vlad arrived at the castle at around half past six in the evening, as many clients bought roses for their partners. Of course, he didn't have to buy you flowers because he himself gave you the ones he grew.

"Draga mea, where are you?" Vlad called out for you, but received no answer.

Vlad was not a man (vampire) who lost his sanity so easily, but when it came to you he was willing to wipe out all humanity as long as you were safe and by his side.

"Y/N." he called seriously this time.

"Out here, my love! At the garden!" you finally answered.

He breathed a sigh of relief at hearing your voice and hurried out into the garden. When he arrived, all he could see were all the flowers that he had planted with your help.

"Follow me!" you spoke from a distance and started running away.

"Y/N!"

Vlad was fast, of that there is no doubt. In a matter of seconds he was already on your heels, but you didn't care. You just wanted him to see the surprise.

"I got you." Vlad grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer to him. "You better give me a good explanation as to why you were running away from me like that."

You laughed. That's all you could do, just laugh. The adrenaline was pumping into your veins and your heart was racing with excitement to see the reaction on your beloved Vlad's face.

"I have a surprise for you." you whispered then giggled softly. "A surprise you may like."

Vlad's expression soften a bit, but the intrigue was now all over his face.

"And what might that be, hm?" he asked, moving his hands from your waist to your cheeks.

"Look at your left, silly." you ordered and bit your lip in excitement.

When he did as you ordered, he was left speechless for a few seconds. A rose bed was before him, roses as red as blood swaying gently with the breeze.

"Happy Valentine's Day, my lovely Vlad."

You planted them. He knew you planted them because neither Charles or Faust would help you with this. Well, maybe Charles, but he was sure he didn't. You did this... for him.

"Look at these healthy and beautiful roses." he whispered completely entranced with your gift.

"Go on, take one." you offered him and gave him a smile. "I planted them for you."

There is something he loves more than flowers, and that is you, especially when he sees you surrounded by flowers. But this? These roses were planted and cared by you so you could gift them to him. All of them.

"Marry me, woman." he grabbed you confidently and kissed you passionately.

If it weren't for the roses having thorns, he would've swayed you around the roses. But don't worry, for he'll use the petals of those roses in bed tonight.

[natimiles]

Lazy morning with Leonardo

Words: 400

Tags: scenario; morning cuddles; fluffy; established relationship; no pronouns specified for reader; I changed his pet name to “amore mio”.

The sunlight sneaks through a gap in the curtain, waking you up in the morning. You scrunch up your nose in a grimace and try to bury your face in the pillow, but it fails to protect you from the offending light. You’ll have to properly close the curtain, then.

Sighing, you try to move softly so you don’t wake Leonardo up. Frowning, you realize you couldn’t move even an inch; you’re still in the same position, lying on your stomach. Smiling, it dawns on you that Leonardo’s body is almost completely draped over yours, his chest pressing against your back, his legs intertwined with yours, and his arms locked around your torso, his fingers laced with yours.

It’s astounding how you hadn’t realized before just how trapped you were.

Gently, you try to free your fingers, but his grip tightens. As you attempt to move your legs, you feel his intertwining with yours, keeping you in place.

“Where do you think you’re going, amore mio?” His husky voice sounds close to your ear as you feel him nuzzling his face into your hair.

“The sun is hitting my face,” you pout.

Your frustration must have dripped into your voice because Leonardo softly lifts his head from the pillow to look at your face, then at the crack in the curtain. He smiles and flops back down, his grip tightening on you.

“I got you,” he says mischievously.

“What—” You’re interrupted by your own yelp.

He pulls you closer and rolls his body, causing you to pass over him and land safely on the mattress on the other side of him.

“There,” he smiles lazily. “Safe and sound from the sun now.”

“Leonardo!” you try to scold, turning to look at him. But you find it hard not to smile too, soon laughing. “Honestly…”

“No excuses to leave me now,” he says as he brushes your hair to the side and kisses your forehead.

“I still have to get up for work soon.”

“We have time,” he murmurs. “Until then…” He gently kisses your eyelids, coaxing them to close. “Have a good sleep.”

You settle comfortably in his arms, nuzzling your face against his chest, and he embraces you again. You can hear his heart beating steadily, smell the soothing scent of his cigarillos, and feel his fingers ghostly caressing your shoulder and back.

And soon, you’re back to sleep.

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Masterlists

[oigimi]

. fantasy: act one .

. arthur x reader . 2k words . tw: attempted assault (not from arthur, similar to in-game content) .

this is gonna have a sequel, perhaps. lemme know what you think!

I sighed and looked out the window of my shop. The skies were blue, the wind was still, and the air was a crisp chill, perfectly suitable for autumn. The cold air was attracting a lot more customers to my cafe, which was something I both looked forward to and dreaded. We’d only been open for business for about one year, so gauging how good or bad each season was was still something I was getting a firm grasp on. This season was always fun, though. Everyone’s coffee order was different. Some people wanted caramel syrup and extra foam, some wanted it cold with no ice somehow, and others wanted things we don’t even serve. It was strange, but I always had a customer who ordered his coffee black. Who orders black coffee at a cafe? But he’d always give a charming smile and say something sweet, so I didn’t mind it. Plus, a black coffee is much less work for me.

Around 2:00 PM is when he stepped into my shop that crisp autumn day. He ordered his black coffee as usual, but I heard an unusual yet all too familiar sound.

“Ah, Vic! Quiet please, they’re doing us a service. I’ll add a bit of beef to that order, too. Don’t bother with putting it on a biscuit. How much extra would that be?” he chuckled, looking down. I peered over the counter and gasped. At the man’s feet was a fluffy Cavalier King Charles spaniel, letting out a little bark and wagging his tail as fast as he could.

I couldn’t suppress the smile growing on my face and the giggle that escaped my lips. “Aww, don’t worry about it. I’ll give it for free,” I offered, turning to grab a piece of beef.

“Are you sure about that? It’s really no trouble, I’m not about to con a lovely bird like yourself.”

“No, no. I’m happy to get something for him. You know, in my year running this place no one’s ever brought a dog in.”

“Really? Well, it’s a little small. Or, intimate, I should say. It makes sense why dogs wouldn’t be in here all that much.”

“It’s small now, but I’m gonna grow it. Just you wait.” I fixed him some black coffee and put the beef in a bag. “Here you are. Enjoy! And I hope she enjoys it too.” I smiled again and waved at Vic.

“I’m sure he will. Vic here is a boy,” he corrected, but smiling anyway. “I don’t blame you for getting confused. He fooled me too at first! Ah…” He took a sip of the coffee and sighed. “Perfect. Here. For excellent service and to support your growing business endeavors.” He took some coins out of his wallet and dropped them in a little cup on my counter.

Peering into the cup, I let out a sharp gasp and covered my mouth. How on earth did he get that much…? “A-ah! Thank you, but I can’t accept this! This is a lot of money, sir!”

“Really? I think a beautiful little thing like you should get more, frankly.” He stretched. “Well I’m off. I hope you have a lovely day.” He gave me a wink and turned out the door.

Something changed in me as soon as I saw him disappear into the Parisian streets. The air became… warmer somehow. The sun shined a little bit brighter, and all of a sudden I grinned at every little thing. Someone was out there who cared about my little cafe, the little cafe I’d always hoped for since I was small. The idea satisfied some of my fantasies from that time, if I was being honest. The man was very handsome, with a very distinct, charming smile and shining blue eyes. He moved like someone with staggering confidence, but led his dog like a kind, caring owner. He was everything I’d ever wanted, but I didn’t even know his name. How silly. How… juvenile.

He’d come in every day as of late. He’d always have something new to say, and something to compliment me on. I had to keep my cool, trying to pretend like his words didn’t send my heart into a rhythm no metronome could ever count. He’d proven himself generous and kind, always asking about my day outside of the cafe. I didn’t think to ask about him, I was too nervous. But he was sort of mysterious, and I liked that. He had the face and mannerisms of a man who was perfect for anyone as a partner. Someone you could count on to make your day.

“Maybe he’s got a secret or something…” I mumbled, cleaning up the tables during a closing shift. “Wouldn’t that be something? What if he’s like… A British prince or something? Or a wizard? A wizard would be cool.” Letting these childish fantasies about the man who would frequent my shop, leaving something a little extra (in terms of money and flirtatious exchanges) every day was a perfect time killer. His smile and shape of his lips filled my thoughts, and I began to fill in the blanks myself. What it’d feel like if he wrapped his hand around my waist and pulled me in, pushing my hair behind my ear, leaning in to warm my already burning face with his breath as he kissed my lips. Oh, how soft they looked. I’d’ve done anything to taste them…

“Or what if he’s a vampire or something? Now that would be crazy.” I laughed and closed the door behind me, making sure it was properly locked. “Ah… What a kid I can be.”

About halfway down the path to my house, I began to sense something was off. Sometimes I heard faint footprints, or see a shadow moving behind me. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I slowly sped up my walking until I was in a slight jog. Unfortunately, this tipped off my followers, and I was grabbed and yanked backwards.

Two huge men, dressed in dark clothing, pushed me against a wall, and began to tie me up. I tried to scream for help, in the loudest screech I could muster. I thrashed, I wriggled. I did everything I could, but the brute force against my body was enough to make my strongest efforts as futile as that of an infant. “Just look at them, how much do you think we could get for them?”

“A few thousand at the very least. Soft skin, shining eyes, soft hair… Yeah, this one’s a jackpot for sure. Get them back.”

“NO!” I shrieked, only to be gagged with some sort of cloth. They began to push me into a carriage, until something knocked them down off their feet. Forcing myself to look up, I saw an extremely familiar face, next to a completely unfamiliar one. It was the man from earlier! And… someone else! They locked themselves into a fight with my assailants, throwing punches that bruised entire patches of skin. They kicked, they swung, they dodged like they had superhuman abilities. It was unlike anything I’d ever seen before, and I clung close to the wall I was originally shoved into, praying nothing else would try to touch me while the two men who’d tried to capture me were becoming weaker and weaker.

“That should take care of them. What bastards. Attacking people in the dark,” the unfamiliar man grunted. He had soft-looking brown hair, a very tall build, and a nice brown coat. “Hey, are you okay?” He came over to me and offered his hand, but I just remained where I was, unable to move.

The one I’d come to know looked around, making sure no one dangerous was around anymore. “Give them some space, Theo,” he replied. “That was a truly awful thing they went through…”

Theo backed off and watched me. “Maybe you should walk them home, Arthur. Make sure they get back okay. Is that alright with you? You two seem to know each other or something.”

“Uh…” My gaze shifted to Arthur, who had the most concerned look on his face I’d ever seen. His brows were furrowed upward, eyes wide and glossy. I wiped away tears I had no idea were streaming down my face and rushed forward, sobbing into Arthur’s chest. “Th-thank you! Thank you so much! Th-tha-thank you and your friend both! I’m- I-“ As I bawled, Arthur hugged me and rubbed my back.

“There there, bird…” he whispered. “I’ll make sure you get back home. We’ll go when you’re ready.”

I nodded and looked over at Theo, giving him a quick hug too. “Thank you too.” I got on my toes and pecked his check quickly, to which he just looked downwards and cleared his throat. “It’s nothing. As long as you’re okay,” he grunted, clearly attempting to mask his flustered reaction.

“I think I’m good to go,” I told Arthur, returning to his side. He gave a small smile and linked our arms together.

“Good. Let’s go and get you home.”

As we walked, I couldn’t keep in the tremble in my steps and the slight vibration in my body. I looked around us, trying to verify our safety whenever I felt like I needed to - which was a lot.

“You fight really well,” I mumbled. “It was crazy to watch! I mean, the fast movements and how hard you could punch! It was like… Like you aren’t human or something.”

Arthur laughed and shrugged. “What can I say? You pick up a thing or two in pub brawls.”

“That’s it then? Pub brawls?”

He kept walking, declining to fully answer. “We were actually leaving the pub when we heard you. I’m glad I convinced Theo to go the short way home tonight. I don’t want to imagine what they’d do to you if we weren’t there…” He frowned again but quickly cleared his throat. “Anyway! Where do you live? In this neighborhood?”

“Yeah, actually! How did you know?”

“I could tell by your clothing and makeup. The style of it indicates someone who is by no means rich or poor. And your shop opens at 8 in the morning, giving you enough time to wake up and get ready and leave an hour before 8 to prepare. With all this, you must live around 20 minutes away, and this is the only middle class neighborhood 20 minutes away.”

I stared for a moment, completely unsure how to respond. “You got all that from my clothing?! What- what-?”

“I’m a mystery author, love! As well as an independent part time detective. It’s my business to know these things.”

“You’re good… Wow,” I huffed.

“Not the first time I’ve heard that phrase.” He looked at me, as I tilted my head. “Sorry! Sorry.”

I shook my head. “So you have a partner?”

“Me? No. Not now or recently.”

A glimmer of hope sparked itself in my heart. This was it! My handsome, romantic savior was single on top of everything! There was something inside me that felt ashamed for thinking this way after everything that happened, but it was better than dwelling on it all. I knew I’d spiral otherwise. “I see.”

We arrived at my house, and I led Arthur to my porch. “Thanks for everything. The tips, the frequent business, the conversation, the saving… It means so much to me. You mean so much to me.”

He smiled a warm, earnest smile. Different from the confident ones he sported in my cafe. This smile was comforting in a way I’d never felt before. “Well you’re welcome, dove. We should have a meal sometime. My treat.”

“Really-?! Are you sure? You already do so much!”

“Don’t worry. Once you open a world-class cafe I’ll let you pay. I’m sure that day will come soon. Alright, goodnight. I hope you sleep well. I’m truly sorry about what happened to you.”

I shook my head. “Yeah, it’s… I’m just grateful it ended how it did. You’re amazing, Arthur. Like I said, almost superhuman.”

With another smile, Arthur leaned forward and kissed my forehead. “See you tomorrow.” He poked my nose and turned around.

And as he left, I could’ve sworn I saw a pair of vampire fangs in his mouth.

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@drachonia since you wanted me to tag you in this! :3

[ifthiswingscouldfly]

What type of girls do ikevamp boys fell for?

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Okay so this post will be just my pov for each one of the boys

- Comte's mansion -

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Napoleon Bonaparte

- He wouldn't admit that but he is into funny girls. Like each time you throw a joke and how you try to make everyone laugh make him wonder how girls in 21st century changed a lot especially that women in his time wasn't allowed to laugh out loud or giggle because it was disrespectful.

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Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

- He is into honest girls. That type of girls who are mature enough and she don't know how to hide secrets from him. He find them really attractive. Every time you open your mouth to say your opinion without being afraid of people judging you can make him fell over heels for you.

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Leonardo Da Vinci

- I can tell that he is really into womanly girls. Physically, emotionally and mentally. He is not into over cutie girls or girls who are faking there personalities to get a like from other people. A girl who have a curvy body, warm color pallette, and kind enough to make him forget what he has been through.

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Arthur Conan Doyle

- This is kinda hilarious but he is into reserved girls and mysterious girls. Both of them seems to hide a lot of secrets.They both can stimulate him for the game of hide and seek. if the girl is a hard worker this would be a plus A for him.

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Vincent Van Gogh

- Artsy girls with a childish features. He isn't into bruh girls or over cute girls he just want a girl who can give him many interesting ideas for his portraits. I can see that he can appreciate any type of girls.

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Theodorus Van Gogh

- Obedient girls with dependent personality. He is a very traditional man when it comes to being committed to a woman. So, he is really into those girls who need a man that will control and plan all their life till the very end.

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Dazai Osamu

- Supportive girls. The one's who don't really pressure him to talk about his past and tragic life. A girl who can understand him and listen to him and support him. He is really sad and depressed most of the time but he hide this well. Also he admires honesty as well.

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Isaac Newton

- Motherly girls are the best. They're supportive, kind, patient and loyal. He spent all his life searching for a warm body to cuddle with. And how happy he would be when he find that type of girl.

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Jean D'arc

- He is into bubbly girls. And he actually wondered how he like them. A girl with a bright personality can be a huge turn on for Jean. He lived in the shades most of his life and he need a person who can show him the right path by changing his view to the world.

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William Shakespeare

- Talented girls are his thing. When he discover your ability to sing, dance, draw, swim, create he would be turned on by that. Also he can be fascinated by girls who can do the multitasking thing. He is really into this stuff. Can't help himself when you're around.

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Le Comte De saint Germain

- Okay, there's a ton of blogs that wrote about comte liking strong girls but I think he is really into femme fatale women. The way they're independent, bossy, strong and serious are actually a major turn on for him. Just act bossy and he will be on his knees waiting for your orders.

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Sebastian/ Akihiko satou

- Classy girls are his type. They're confident, supportive and serious. He is into girls who think and act their age with morality and wisdom. He can't stand annoying girls or dependent girls or girls with childish behaviors because he is looking for a partner not to babysitting them.

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- Vlad's mansion -

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Vlad

- Feminine girl can help him to see the world in a different view. A girl that enjoys little things in life with a huge smile on her face. This type of girls can make him want to protect her and watch over her always.

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Charles-Henri Sanson

- He is into serious girls. He wonder himself why he love them. They just keep him on the ground and motivate him when he feel low. Charles character and a serious girl can make a balanced combination in this relationship.

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Johann Georg Faust

- He love to feel smart and confident anywhere and any time. So, he like clumsy girls. They're warm and can give him a free affection whenever he wish. Also he really like the empty stupid look on their faces whenever he say something so scientific.

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[klutzyroses]

IkeVamp HCs: Getting scratched by S/o

How would they react to their s/o leaving scratches on him after a night of...activities?

Suitors: Mansion residents (All) + Will

Warnings: Slight NSFW

Napoleon

He didn't expect that from you at all. But is he complaining?

No complaints. None.

He doesn't mind a bit when he finds scratches on his back, shoulders and chest the following morning. He has dealt with worse injuries, if you can even call these scratches that. He actually thinks it's kind of attractive.

He didn't really notice you were scratching him at the time. All he could think about was you and you only.

So when you start stuttering out apologies and fretting over the pain you may have caused him, he is quick to calm you by wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him.

"I don't have a problem with it, tresor, really. Actually, I think it was kind of fun to have you scratching at me like that."

He revels in your blush as he nuzzles your bare shoulder and presses a soft kiss on it.

Leonardo

Who knew his cara mia was such a wild cat?

Heh, he will be very amused about the cat like scratches all over him.

He loves them really and you will never hear the end of it.

He will tease you so much about it until you're a red like the cute tomato you are.

Because you are his little kitty cat now and he will remind you of this.

He had noticed when you dug your nails into him and to him, it only added to the experience, and of course he suspected scratches would be left behind.

He doesn't give you the opportunity to be guilty or anxious about the scratches. He lets you know immediately that he loves them.

"Relax, cara mia, there's no problem here."

He gently pins you under him as he peers down at you with heat in his amber eyes.

"Matter of fact, it actually really got me going..."

Mozart

Okay so...he is not so pleased.

No, he does not like this. Why would you do this to him?

It is isn't so much about the pain as much as it is about how...primitive it seemed. It's going to be annoying to have his clothes dragging against the scratches.

He was very much aware when you were scratching him, but he didn't really feel it until it was all over.

He is grumbling about it, but when he sees how anxious, upset and guilty you were, he just couldn't bring himself to be too grumpy. After all, you were more upset about it then he was. So he softens up.

He supposed it wasn't too terrible...since they're a symbol of how good he made you feel.

"Couldn't help yourself, could you, liebe? Hn, what a clumsy girl."

With the lightest of smiles, he pulls you to him, showing you that no harm was done.

Arthur

He is so smug. So so smug.

When he sees the scratches on his shoulders and upper back, he grins before he is even aware of it.

Well, well luv~

He had felt it when you dug your nails into his back while he was attending to you and he had suspected it would leave a mark. He was not disappointed.

He may tease you a little about it being painful but when he sees you panic and stumble over your own apologies, he feels a little bad for giving his poor darling the wrong idea.

"Come on now, love, I am only teasing you! They don't hurt at all, in fact I'm proud of them! It just means I'm that good~"

He holds your face in his hands as he kisses your lips to reassure you that he is absolutely fine.

He will wear those scratches with pride, like badges for how much pleasure he gave you.

Theo

Teasing. So. Much. Teasing.

Theo smirks as he sees the marks on his upper back and chest. Oh he will never let you hear the end of it.

He had felt your nails on him, but it was more of an afterthought, he didn't really pay much attention to it at the time. But now he is all too aware of the marks leftover.

He will let you babble your frantic apologies for a few seconds before he suddenly pinches your cheek as he looks upon his little pup with teasing but loving blue eyes.

"Quit your whimpering, hondje. I'm not hurt. Though it looks like this little pup might need some training if she thinks it's okay to scratch her master..."

He claims you in a deep kiss which may lead to a little more if his schedule allowed.

Vincent

Oh, he doesn't mind a bit.

He actually barely noticed the state of his back and shoulders until you pointed them out.

He hadn't noticed you were clawing him at the time, he was far too focused on pleasing you and committing all your reactions to memory and getting lost in you. So it came as a bit of a surprise to him when he sees those scratches.

But he still doesn't mind and he is ready to soothe you when you hurry to apologize and try to find something to ease the sting of the scratches by quickly holding your hands in his.

"It's alright, really! It's not a big deal, my sunflower, I don't mind it all. If you need to scratch me, don't hold back, okay?"

He kisses each one of your fingers, one by one with with tenderness, conveying that he is not upset at all.

Isaac

Now, this boy is a little confused. How did you scratch him to this point?

That is the question on his mind as he inspects the scratches on his shoulders.

He hadn't even felt it when you were doing it so he was not expecting anything of it, having been so focused on you and losing himself completely in your shared passion.

He isn't necessarily upset about it. After all, you let him bite you all the time, surely, scratches were not such a big deal.

But when he sees you panic and figuratively fall all over yourself apologizing to him, he is a bit stunned for a moment before moving to reassure you. Though he had to silence you first with a kiss to do so.

"It's okay...it's not a problem, they will go away. I promise I'm fine, darling..."

He is a little embarrassed as he pulls you into a hug, holding the back of your head so you could lean into his shoulder.

Dazai

Aha, he is amused and a little proud of himself. When he catches sight of the scratches all over his back and chest, his first instinct is to smile.

He, of course, will not miss this opportunity to tease you. How could he resist teasing his cute little lover?

He felt it when your nails dug into his back, he had been all too aware of it, of every sensation, showering all his attention on you and your cute reactions.

So he wasn't surprised to see the marks the following morning, more amused than anything else.

He could only watch you with a fond expression as you stuttered embarrassed apologies and hasty promises to not do it again until he holds your face in his hands, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb. He meets your gaze with playfulness and mirth in his golden eyes.

"Now now, I never said I didn't like them. Actually, I could hardly control myself, you were just so cute, clawing me like that, my little one~

His smile grew at the heated blush he got out of you once you were soothed, finally moving forward to nuzzle you.

Jean

He is a little concerned when he sees the light red scratches on his shoulders. When he figures out they're from you, he is even more concerned.

Had he hurt you? Were you trying to signal him to your discomfort and he missed it? He is so worried.

He hadn't even noticed you were scratching him. Or perhaps he had and his mind hadn't addressed it? Either way, he didn't expect the marks left behind.

He will ask you if he had hurt you and if that was the reason you had scratched him.

When you sheepishly explain that he pleasured you so much that you had dug your nails into him, he is surprised but relieved.

Then it's his turn to reassure you when you bombard him with apologies and promises to tend to the scratch marks.

He doesn't mind them, especially if it meant he made you feel good.

He lifts your head to look into his night sky eyes, having yet to put on his eyepatch. There is a serious gaze in them.

"Mon ange, my only concern is your pleasure, and if you feel the need to use me as an anchor, I will accept it."

He leans his forehead on yours, conveying his love for you through that small gesture.

Comte

Oh, by all means, scratch away, cherie!

If you think you're going to hear any complaints from him, you're in for a surprise, Y/N?

When he sees his shoulders and back are covered in little red scratches, he chuckles fondly.

He knew you were scratching him. He knew it was going to leave marks and of course, he didn't mind in the slightest, especially since you were clearly in too much pleasure to think about it at the moment.

He will not hear any apologies from you. He loves to spoil you and that includes bedroom affairs.

He caresses your cheek while he holds your waist firmly, his thumb gently brushing your skin.

"Mon diamant, there is no need to apologize. You may scratch me as much as you like, I don't mind in the slightest."

He smiles when you relax and has you lean on him to rest some more.

Sebastian

Sigh...Well it can't really be helped, can it?

He shook his head, sighing lightly as he shrugged his shirt over the scratches on his shoulders and arms.

He may seem a little exasperated but he isn't really upset about it.

He had felt it when you scratched him and he expected some marks but not full blown scratches.

When you panic and apologize profusely, he hushes you gently, letting you know that it was fine.

"It didn't hurt, Y/N. Besides, what matters to me is that you felt so good."

He moved to gently cup your chin in his hand as his eyes draw you in like silver pools with an intense gaze.

William

Oh, you don't know what you've done.

He was very much turned on by the scratches you left on his arms and shoulders.

He knew you scratched him and he knew he was going to be covered in them and oh, did he ever encourage it.

He covered your lips with a finger, already anticipating the barrage of apologies about to spill from your pretty mouth.

"Thy nails in mine own skin brings me the utmost pleasure in the proof that I hath satisfied thee, my heart."

He then replaced his finger with his lips on yours, silencing any protests or worries you may have.

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