#Jean D'arc

[chevlvrs]

I love sad men

[lapis-caeli]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEAN!!

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“Your Light Found Me…”

Ikemen Vampire Fanfiction (May 2020) Masterlist

Featuring: Jean d’Arc x Female Reader Word Count: 1500 Disclaimer: Ikemen Vampire Characters are the property of Cybird. I make no claim on them as my own. Warnings: Zealous Angst and Depression Note: There were to previous installments of this story but they are lost to the void. I hope this one is still enjoyable.

Jean regretted your first kiss. You knew this. You knew the sting of it. The sadness in his eyes. The fear… You still couldn’t make yourself regret it. You couldn’t make yourself afraid. Not of him. When it came to Jean d’Arc your heart could not feel afraid.

He’d asked you not to seek him out after that. He’d drawn away after you’d spent so much time trying to draw closer. “Can the damned sin, __? Can a demon fall further from heaven, when he is already a fallen angel?” His questions from that night seemed to hollow out his soul. To eat at him continuously every moment he dared to exist. So even though he lived he still felt as though he were dying. “I once knew what it felt like to live a life so full of hope and light that I believed no darkness could touch me.” He’d confided to you when you had convinced him to tell you more about himself. “I never faltered when it came to fulfilling my destiny. No matter what I was accused of, no matter who I lost… I knew my own pain, my own suffering, was simply part of my journey to fulfilling my mission. A mission that was greater than myself. More important than my own life or any of my own desires.” “Yet here, as this fallen creature, this demon condemned to darkness…. my desires overcome my will. My thirst overcomes my own strength. I am weak as a child in the face of temptation. Here there is no saving light. Only a broken creature who once stood between the people of France and their destruction.” You had wondered about the burden of sadness he seemed to carry everywhere with him. It was in those few moments he had finally shown you how consuming that pain was. “I was accused of heresy and burned at the stake… why couldn't I have allowed my suffering to end? What a fool I was to believe I could face this darkness… and still manage to save others.” “I don’t know Jean.” You had replied, unable to keep your voice from trembling. “But when I look at you, I don’t see darkness. I see someone so selfless he’d pay any price to save another person. To protect the innocent, and the suffering… whatever demon you see when you look at yourself? I can’t see him. All I see is the most angelic person I’ve ever met.”   You hadn’t expected him to lean forward. To cup your chin with those long fingers of his, drawing it upward as he leaned in to press a tender kiss to your lips. The warmth of his mouth—of his touch—felt almost like a dream. For he drew away from you much like a dream faded into the morning. “I believe, mademoiselle, that a woman as angelic as yourself may only be capable of seeing light in others. Even when there is only darkness left to be found.” With that he disappeared into the night. Leaving your heart aching and empty. Tonight that ache felt sharper than usual. “Jean.” You sighed peering down into the garden where he had so often walked. He always sought the solitude of the night, drawing away from the other residents like a shadow from the light. Where was he now? It had been days since you had seen him. Despite your insistent inquiries both Napoleon and Mozart had left the question unanswered, and the worry you saw in their eyes made your heart clench painfully in your chest. You did not have much more time before the door opened. Would that night—that one kiss—be all you shared? Would Jean and all his burdens simply fade into your past? The mysteries surrounding the beautiful man that haunted your mind seemed to multiply without any hope of your finding answers. You had a feeling that even if you left all of Jean’s secrets here with him in the past they would continue to haunt you when you returned home. You drew away from your starlit view and instead headed downstairs into the deserted halls of the mansion. It was late enough that no one stirred. Well past midnight by your estimation. At times when sleep eluded you, you’d found one or another of the mansion’s residents also wandering the halls. Tonight, however, remained lonely and silent.

You were returning to your room with a tray of warm milk and some sandwiches, hoping that between the snack and a good book you could settle your mind. Yet, when you approached your door you were surprised to find that the hallway was no longer empty. He stood just outside your door. Too far away to knock, yet staring at it as though he could not tear himself away. He was completely unmoving. You couldn’t even sense the motion of his breathing as you drew closer and he did not turn to greet you. Instead he remained a statue, as perfect and beautiful and timeless as any other sculpture. You wanted to speak, to break the spell he cast. Yet your voice wouldn’t respond to your summons. At last he exhaled and turned to look at you. That beautiful amethyst eye seemed deep as the night itself as he gazed at you. He did not attempt to explain his presence, nor did he leave. Instead he simply looked at you as he would study a beautiful painting in the Louvre. You bit your lip and finally summoned the courage to speak. “I missed you.” Those three words were all you could find. He nodded but still did not explain. You found the courage to set the tray you held on a small table in the hallway and drew closer to him. Searching for something to say. “Jean, I…” “There’s light.” He said finally. “What?” You asked looking up at him. His gaze was so intense it made your heart pound. “When I’m with you… there’s light.” You swallowed. “I never thought it would find me again. I never thought—” He lifted his hand and placed it against his heart, curling his fingers against the fabric of his uniform. “I thought darkness was my fate, __. But your light found me…” He said your name.

He always refused to speak to you in such a familiar way, but now your name on his lips made your breath hitch. When he met your gaze his expression was pained, and a tear escaped and ran down his cheek. You couldn’t bear it anymore. Whatever restraint you had shattered, and you rushed into his arms. Holding him close, a sob of your own escaped as his arms pulled you eve closer. When you lifted your face to his he began kissing you. Tender, insistent adoring kisses that stole your breath away. “I love you Jean.” You whispered between kisses. “I love you so much.” “__….” He spoke your name again with the inflection of surprise. As though the taste of it was so distracting, he didn’t know how to react. Finally, he released the breath he’d been holding and whispered back. “I love you… more than anything in this world. Please, stay right here. Let me love you with everything I have. For my heart is yours and only yours.” “And mine is yours, Jean.” You replied. His mouth found yours again. Yet the passion behind his kiss had intensified. He pressed you back against the wall and the tenderness of his touch turned ardent and seeking. His hands reaching up to tangle in your hair as his tongue parted your lips and explored your mouth. Every movement was heated and insistent. You needed to grasp his shirt front just to keep yourself upright. Your heart was pounding so fiercely you were certain it was attempting to escape from your chest. Yet all you could think of was Jean. All you could feel was Jean. He pulled back, breathing heavily, and you could see the internal battle he was waging for control. “I found people that needed my help when I left. People who couldn’t protect themselves. Who couldn’t finish their journey without a hand from a stranger. Yet, every person I helped made me think of you. I didn’t know why. I just couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He reached up cupping your face in his powerful hand. The size of it seemed to dwarf your cheek, yet the warmth of his touch was so pleasant it almost brouth more tears. “Then I realized it was their eyes. Everyone had this look—this light—in their gaze, and I realized that was it. That was what reminded me of you.” He smiled. Not his almost smile this time… it was the most beautiful thin you’d ever seen. “It almost felt as though you’d followed me, as though you’d sent these people to help me see that I was wrong. That your light was strong enough to guide me. That your love was strong enough to help me.”

He took a step back and knelt down in front of you. Then taking your hands in his he pressed his forehead to them with a reverence that left you speechless. “I pledge my heart to you, _. If you will accept my tattered soul, I offer you my life and all my love. For it was you that showed me how to break free of this darkness. To escape the trap of my existence and see beyond myself again.” “Oh Jean…” Your voice faltered as you threw your arms around him, burying your face against his neck. Would he ever stop ensaring your heart like this? It was already his. How could he capture it all over again with his knightly valor and zealous pledges. He stood scooping you into his arms and drawing you close enough to kiss. “May I enter your room, Mademoiselle? I fear I shall lose myself in my love for you…” You smiled. “Yes, and I’d be happy if you did.” “As you wish then, my love.” He smiled and carried you into his room closing the door behind him.

[clavissionary-position]

✦ beauty is in the eye of the beholder ✦

Old art I never officially posted. Technically unfinished but shhhh. I'm setting it free. Please don't repost.

[mollycoddle707]

Luka accidentally got a cut while learning self-defence with Jean

I found another cute picrew!! Wanna join in? @bicayaya @lemeowade @tulipsaisle @keithsandwich @queengiuliettafirstlady @olivermorningstar

link: https://picrew.me/ja/image_maker/2151243 (sorry for forgetting the link the first time haha)

[ask-jean-darc]

Bonjour.

Napoleon: "Mozart! You are a terrible teacher! You have to be encouraging. I teach the children in town—let me help him."

Arthur: "Now hold on, mate. If we’re talking about who’s most qualified, it’s clearly me. Who better than a proper British author to teach him how to write?"

Dazai: "Oh? And what of me, Arthur-kun? I’m a writer too, you know. My works are considered masterpieces."

Arthur: "Masterpieces? That’s generous. Your writing’s all over the place, mate. Admit it."

Dazai: (gasps dramatically, clutching his chest) "Oh, Arthur-kun, how cruel! Do you not see the layers of my genius?!"

Arthur: "Layers? You’re like an onion—makes everyone cry and smells funny."

(The arguing grows louder.)

Leonardo: "Relax, everyone. Let’s not overwhelm him. Jean, just write whatever comes to mind. No pressure, alright?"

Dazai: "Jean, you should make it poetic! Add a touch of tragedy."

Mozart: (sighs loudly, pinching the bridge of his nose) "The real tragedy is that I have to listen to this."

Napoleon: "Poetry? He should learn to write properly first. Start with full sentences."

Arthur: "Jean, throw in a bit of wit, mate. Nothing like a good joke to liven things up. Don’t you agree, Theo?"

Theo: (shrugging) "Don’t involve me in this. It doesn’t matter to me. Let him write however he wants."

Vincent: (encouragingly) "Jean, write what feels natural to you. Express your heart—it’s the most important thing."

Theo: "Of course! That’s brilliant advice, Vincent. Only you could suggest something so meaningful. Everyone else, stop distracting him!"

Dazai: (leans toward Theo with a sly grin) "Are you tearing up? Truly, Vincent has moved you."

Theo: "Shut it, or I’ll move you—right out the window.

Arthur: "Give it a tick, and he’ll show himself out the window, no need to help."

Comte: "Gentlemen, please. Let Jean decide how he wishes to write. This is his practice, not a circus. Perhaps you should all leave, and I will help him."

Isaac: "Actually, Jean...you should consider keeping it simple. Structure is important—Napoleon might have a point."

(Sebastian walks in with a tea tray, calmly setting it down.)

Sebastian: "Or we could just let Jean practice without turning it into a philosophy debate."

Shakespeare (dramatic as ever): "Ah, the grievous toil of the quill! Let thy hand pour forth the tempest of thy soul, and may thy words strike like thunder upon the page!"

Theo: “You realize no one understands a word you say, don’t you?”

Shakespeare: "Ah, but tis not my tongue that fails thee, good sir; 'tis thine own wit that falters in its grasp!"

Theo: "Right. And yet somehow, I’m the one still making sense. Fancy that."

Vincent: “Such good emotional expression, Jean!” 

Arthur: "Well said, mate. There’s your first proper sentence spoken with some fire!"

Dazai: "Truly, a masterpiece of brevity!" 

Vincent: "See? You’re already improving." 

Mozart: (mutters under his breath) "The bar is on the floor."

Arthur: "Right, this calls for a toast! I’ll fetch the good stuff. Well, the decent stuff—I wouldn’t waste the really good stuff on Mozzie."

Comte: “Yes, a toast to new beginnings.”

Jean: (visibly exhausted) “Can you perhaps do that...somewhere besides my bedroom?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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↳ ᴊᴇᴀɴ ᴅ'ᴀʀᴄ ᴍᴏᴏᴅʙᴏᴀʀᴅ.

[shatcey]

Why in December?

Just a random thought that came to my mind a year ago when I wrote down the boys' birthdays in the calendar, and now that I look at this page again, I remember.

So for those of you who don't understand what I'm hinting at…

The last one is Sueharu from Ikemen Genjiden.

So… Why are so many guys with an eye patch born in the same month?

Actually… if spread a bit… At the beginning of January, we have the birthday of Jean d'Arc (IkeVamp).

The only exception I know of is Masamune (IkeSen)… He's somewhere in the summer.

So… What's the connection between guys with an eye patch and winter? Why? I really would like to know.

Oh, by the way, happy birthday, Harr. I haven't forgotten about you. And I probably never will be able to.

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🔝 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋 ℙ𝔸𝔾𝔼 🔝

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[silvadour]

[ragfam]

After pic soon xx

[hhoneypop]

@hhoneypop. — “ you'll always be mine, i know deep inside. . . all that's done's forgiven. . . ”

[chevlvrs]

Save me pretty man with an eyepatch

[aquagirl1978]

Silent Night - Jean d'Arc x Reader (Ikemen Vampire)

A/N: Day 10 of my 12 Days of Christmas event. Also part of my New Year, New Celebration follower celebration.

Pairing: Jean d'Arc x Reader

Prompt: resting head on shoulder while cuddling

Word Count: 258

Tags: fluff

“This is nice.” Jean smiled as you sipped your drinks – hot mulled wine – by the fire.

Jean was right. It was nice. After a delicious dinner and dessert celebrating Jean's birthday, you and Jean had somehow found yourselves alone in the great room. 

By chance or some small miracle, everyone in the mansion had plans after dessert. Not that you had any complaints. This was your fifth birthday with Jean. And while that number was small and meaningless in the life of a vampire, to a human like yourself, it held far more meaning. 

When you really thought about it, five years passed by quite fast. One day, you were teaching Jean how to read, and the next you were teaching him how best to pleasure you. 

In a mansion with a dozen residents, it was rare to have a quiet evening alone. And for it to be on Jean's birthday, it was a true gift.

“Happy Birthday, Jean,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Pulling back, you smiled as his cheeks tinged with pink. Still, after all this time, Jean's innocence was still visible. Even when you were alone together. 

Placing your drink on the table, you pulled a blanket to cover your bodies; you snuggled close to your lover, resting your head on his shoulder. 

Jean stroked your hair gently with his long fingers. You didn't have to look up to know his lips were curved in a smile. 

It was just one of those things you knew after loving someone for so long.

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[twistedwonderworm]

Headcanons: Residents with a Child!MC

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🍷Comte🍷

He's the father figure of the group so he'd be the closest to you. A really good father figure and very protective. Sometimes a little too protective.

Not like you can blame him though. You're just a fragile, tiny human alone so of course you need someone to protect you. 

He can be strict whenever you do get into trouble but he doesn't like punishing you too harshly. If you burst into tears at his scolding, his paternal instincts kick in and he'll do whatever he can to comfort you.

🦅Napoleon🦅

Big brother Napo is another one that is very close to you. This guy gives me the impression that he probably loves children. He is also just as protective of you as Comte is. 

If something is bothering you, you can come to him for help. Though if it's something you don't want to talk to anyone about, he won't pressure you about it.

Just know if you're ever in need, big brother Napo is there for you. He'll have your back no matter what.

📝Arthur📝

More of an uncle than a brother or father figure but I can see him liking kids. 

Most people would say he's not a good role model but I feel like he'd be a good one. Always gives you life advice and is always there to help if you need him.

Of course, he'll be a little hard to win over, especially with a human child. He doesn't like the idea of losing someone he cares about to the passing of time.

🦉Mozart🦉

Mozart doesn't even like the other residents interrupting him so of course he's not going to be going anywhere around you. It's nothing personal, he just prefers to be alone.

If you do end up getting close to Jean though, he may get closer to you as well. He and Jean are close friends so Mozart loves to see Jean start letting more people in.

Also if you're a calm, quiet kid who likes music however, he probably won't mind you sitting in his room as he plays. Hell, he might even teach you how to play. Just don't be too loud, okay?

🐯Jean🐯

Most likely to stay the furthest away from you. It's not that he doesn't like you, oh no it's the opposite really. He absolutely adores you. It's just that he's afraid of hurting you.

It's no secret that Jean doesn't drink as much as he should and you're just so small and fragile. He could easily hurt a child like you if he wasn't careful.

But if you gently break down his walls, he can't run from you forever. He desperately wants to be a big brother to you like Napo but he's not sure if it's possible for him.

🍎Isaac🍎

Doesn't like kids. At least this is what he says. It's just a cover. Between not wanting to accidentally hurt you as well as not wanting you to mess with his work, he's another one who'll probably stay away from you

If you are known for wandering all around the mansion, he'll probably stay locked up in his room unless he absolutely needs something. Otherwise, he'll try to keep to places where you don't go.

He may warm up to you eventually but it'll take a lot longer than it'll take for others since he's as guarded as he is.

🎨Vincent🎨

Kids? He loves kids! Sweet little Vincent is probably the most eager to be around you besides Napo and Comte.

If you're interested in painting, he'll be incredibly happy. He's very helpful with tips and even lets you sit with him as he paints.

He'll be the absolute best big brother you could ever ask for besides Napo. I mean he does have experience being Theo's big brother.

 

🐶Theodorus🐶

He could pass on dealing with a kid. If Vincent is happy around you, then you're alright. Theo however just isn't too big on kids himself.

He does get a little jealous seeing Vincent being happy around you, but he's also very happy. All he wants is for Vincent to be happy.

Eventually though he'll start to realize that you see them both as older brothers and he'll try to start being as good a big brother to you as Vincent was to him.

🐦Dazai🐦

Did anyone say Uncle Dazai? Again he loves kids but probably isn't the best role model. And he absolutely adores being a big brother to you. Though that doesn't mean you're immune to his antics.

He loves to tease people, and that includes you so don't think he'll leave you alone because you're a child. You and Isaac are his favorites to tease after all.

🐑Sebastian🐑

How much he likes you honestly depends. Like he's probably really stressed from taling care of all the residents and you but if you don't cause him too much stress, he'll adore you.

If he bakes any sewers he'll let you have some fresh from the oven. But too many or you'll spoil your dinner. If Comte is a father figure then Sebastian is kind of like the mom.

He'll always say that you don't need to, but his heart will melt if you help him around the mansion anyway. 

🐱Leonardo🐱

As long as you don't mess up his work, Leo doesn't mind having you around. Though if you spot him napping somewhere, you can nap with him. He doesn't mind. 

Leo does really enjoy your company, no matter what he's doing and he's generally like a parent to you just like Comte and Sebastian. It's not rare to see you sitting in his lap while he's reading a book to you.

[clavissionary-position]

Jean: *avoiding stepping on cracks in the sidewalk*

Mozart: What are you doing

Jean: Avoiding the buttcracks on the pavement

Mozart:

Jean: Dazai has informed me that stepping on them will guarantee that ma mère will break her back

Mozart: Jean your mother has been dead for centuries

Jean: You... are not wrong

Mozart: And she was awful to you

Jean: She was?

Mozart: Did you not read your route?

Jean: Barring the fact that I can't read, how does one read a path? Are you referring to palm-reading? *stares seriously at his palm*

Mozart: No, Jean. Your story in the Ikemen Vampire dating simulation

Jean:

--- Yanderepuck's Jean-panic-digging-graves hc made me think he'd freak out about this kinda thing too, as would probably any normal human being

[loveinthemaze]

Jean is the sweetest, most gentleman-y, manliest, and most noble of the men. I'm completely inlove with this sweet sweet man.