#de vincent series

[ilongfor-the-arts]

Just read the museum marquis fic and I love it. I wonder what would a fanfic where the marquis de gramont met a ballerina reader?

Poetry in Motion

Pairing: Marquis de Gramont x fem! Reader

Warnings: mild language

Summary: A tall and handsome man has been watching you preform for a while. What will happen when he finally chooses to introduce himself?

Word Count: 2.5k

I got multiple reqs for this! So, here ya go! Enjoy!

“You’re late Y/N!”

I dashed into the locker room, tossing my bag atop the dressing room counter.

“I know! I know! I’m really sorry! My apartment door wouldn’t lock and there was traffic and then-”

My director held up a hand, silencing me.

“I don’t care. Please-just, be ready to go by showtime.”

I nodded vigorously.

“Yes, yes, of course. I will be ready, I promise.”

She quickly turned on her heels and began walking in the opposite direction. Her blue dress swayed gently as the dancers rushed around her. Her spine was straight, her posture rigid.

I don’t blame her. I'm just as nervous as everyone else to see how this performance goes. Unfortunately, I'm a dancer, so rigid posture isn't ideal. I'm forced to keep my anxiety bottled up inside my head.

“Y/N.”

My friend called my name, jolting me from my trance. She was fully dressed, with a full face of makeup. She stared at me, completely stunned.

“Y/N, you better hurry! Everyone else is ready to go!”

I moved rapidly, quickly opening my makeup bag, praying I had enough time.

“What took you so long?”

I slapped my palms against the table, annoyed.

“Oh, Clara, it’s been such an aggravating day.”

I stared at my reflection, watching as the foundation completely coated my face.

“Do tell.”

I took out my eye makeup.

“Well, first my apartment wouldn’t lock.”

I closed one eye and applied eyeshadow as quickly as I could.

“My key wouldn’t work! And of course I couldn’t just leave my apartment unlocked so I had to bother my neighbor to get the spare key I gave her.”

I moved on to the other eye.

“Then there was so much traffic. Then I couldn’t find a good parking spot because I got here so late. Then I had to walk almost six blocks.”

My eye makeup looked... alright. Sure, if I had an extra hour, I could make it look fantastic. But, due to my unfortunate situation, I had to settle for average.

“Wow girl, that’s rough. I’m sorry.”

I pulled out my blush.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I think that cute guy will be here tonight.”

I scoffed loudly.

“He’s always here. If he goes four days without seeing a ballet, just assume he’s dead.”

Oh my goodness, that blush color was really clashing with my eyeshadow. Shit! I didn't have time to remove it and start over. Perhaps I could just add another color to my eyes, creating a strange hybrid color that would blend well with the blush.

“I don’t know Y/N. I’ve been here longer than you, and he only started going regularly once you got here.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, right. It’s probably just a coincidence. I doubt he’d spend a shit ton of money on fancy ballet tickets just to see some pretty girl dance.”

I watched Clara shrug from the corner of my eye.

“I dunno. He always dresses like he’s ready to meet the queen, and he sits in a box. He doesn’t seem short on funds. He definitely could be the type to buy ballet tickets just to admire you.”

Okay, the blush and eyeshadow looked fine. I could handle "fine." I could work with "fine.”

“I don’t know Clara. You know, when you watch a performance, faces and names blend together because there are so many people on stage. I doubt he picked me out of the crowd and decided I was going to become the object of his affection.”

I put on some red lipstick, trying not to be distracted by the fact that all the dancers I saw in the mirror were fully prepared.

“Besides, a handsome man like that?... he probably has a girlfriend.”

Clara perked up.

“Oh, so you admit you think he’s handsome.”

I rolled my eyes for a second time.

“I mean, come on Clara, look at him!”

Clara let out a loud and obnoxious laugh. My face turned hot. Thankfully, the makeup covered most of the natural pink that had begun to appear on my cheeks.

“Oh my God you have a little crush on him, don’t you!”

I held up my hands in defense.

“I am not having this conversation right now!”

I stood, rushing over to the costume rack.

“I’ve never seen him with a girl Y/N! I think he’s single and ready to mingle!”

Clara’s loud voice drew some attention. I swiveled on my heels and placed a finger to my lips.

“Sh!”

-

The show was finished, and the final bows were taken.

The roar of the crowd washed over me like a wave. I was moved to know that they were all applauding for this performance. As the entire company gathered for one final bow, I observed the crowd's faces contort into bright smiles. I felt moved knowing that at least one person in the audience was thinking about what a wonderful job I did tonight.

I hoped it was the man whose appearance I had grown accustomed to over the past few weeks.

The gold theater sparkled. The red seats gradually vanished as people rose to pay their respects to the performers.

I was unable to avoid glancing around at the various people in the crowd. I started in the box seats, hoping to spot a tall man with a penchant for fashion.

No luck.

My gaze was drawn to the floor seats. I scanned them all as quickly as I could. Maybe he sat closer? If he truly came to see me, it wouldn't hurt to get the best view possible in the front row.

No luck.

I'm not sure why I was so desperate for him to be here. Nonetheless, I felt my heart sink slightly as I considered the possibility that he missed tonight's performance.

We finished with a company bow. We waved goodbye, and quickly scattered off the stage.

“Y/N!”

Clara exclaimed as we walked back to the dressing rooms.

“You did so well! Jesus, I thought for sure you’d be all scattered from coming in late, but you really pulled it off well!”

I didn't notice her hands cutting through the air as she spoke. I didn't even bother looking at her. I kept my head down, stuffing various cosmetics into my black backpack.

“Thanks Clara.”

I said flatly.

“Alright, what’s going on? Who’s got you bummed?”

I grit my teeth.

“He’s not here tonight.”

Clara leaned in.

“What did you say?”

“I said he’s not here tonight!”

I snapped involuntarily. Clara retreated.

“Woah woah, how do you know this?”

“I didn’t see him in the crowd.”

Clara furrowed her brow.

“Come on Y/N, there’s thousands of people in that crowd! There’s no way you could’ve checked every seat for him!”

My lips were pursed. Clara wrapped her hands around my shoulders, soothing me. She leaned into my ear, lowering her voice to a whisper.

“I bet he showed up tonight. And if he didn’t, it was his loss entirely.”

-

The cold Paris air bit at my exposed skin. The chill penetrated my tank top, chilling me to the bone. I drew the sides of my peacoat together, attempting to conceal my torso and thighs from the wind.

I began to stroll, trying to enjoy the lovely Paris evening despite the fact that so much was less than ideal.

After about thirty paces, I was struck by an uneasy sense that someone was watching me. I initially ignored it. There were numerous high-rise apartment buildings. I'm sure that feeling came from being a window away from someone's living space, and the possibility that someone was watching me inadvertently.

I couldn't shake the feeling even after another thirty paces. The buildings in this particular neighborhood were completely dark. That is, everyone was sleeping, and if anyone was watching me, it probably would go unnoticed by bystanders.

I took a peek over my shoulder to ensure my intuition was correct.

About thirty feet behind me was a tall, lanky man in a black coat.

Alright, probably just a coincidence-

Wait.

I did a double take.

Holy shit.

It was the guy from the ballet!

This all is just one big coincidence.

I kept my head down, trying to maintain my composure.

His footsteps became audible. I focused on them, noticing that they were becoming slightly louder with every step.

Shit.

Shit!

God, this guy is a total creep! How could I be so stupid?!

I’m about to get totally kidnapped!

I started to move faster, trying to appear calm despite being aware that my heart was pounding in my ears. My blood rushed to my heart, leaving my face pale and cold.

God, he’s getting closer!

Jesus my stomach is in knots!

“Don’t look so frightened, darling.”

The man’s velvety accent pierced the air like a knife. My heart jumped.

I’m fucked.

“Really, I just want to talk with you.”

No way in hell was I stopping. My calves burned. My eyes were wide. My hands trembled within my pockets.

My chest came into contact with something solid. I stumbled back, looking up.

Oh my goodness, he was right in front of me.

How did he get there without me hearing?

The heat left my body.

I stood, wide eyed and perplexed.

The man's neutral gaze softened as he noticed my anxiety.

“I am very sorry to have frightened you, madame. I am simply a fan wishing to pay my respects.”

He placed a hand on his chest.

“I promise, I mean no harm. There is no reason to be frightened.”

He was considerably taller than me. In two seconds, he could pick me up and throw me into the back of a shady white van.

Nonetheless, his luxurious accent and courteous eyes made me believe he was telling the truth. So I allowed myself to relax ever so slightly.

“Did you come and see the show tonight?”

A smirk played on the corners of his lips.

“But of course. It would be foolish of me to disregard the opportunity to observe such talent.”

Wow, I'm going to give credit where credit is due. He’s a smooth talker. He speaks with such elegance. I'm unable to ignore his words. With bated breath, I await each sentence.

“Well, that is very kind of you to say.”

He slipped his hands into the pockets of his black overcoat, shrugging nonchalantly.

“I only convey the complete truth. In my lifetime, I have seen hundreds of ballets, operas, and plays. It is uncommon to find such a passion for the arts in the hearts of the prefromers. Few people allow creativity to encompass every aspect of them. But, I have noticed fire within you.”

He glanced deeply into my eyes, as if he wanted to capture some of the "fire" within me and preserve it for himself.

“I can tell by the way you dance and command the stage.”

The gentle breeze rustled the end of his overcoat as his pale eyes shone in the pale moonlight. He exuded a sense of mystery that beckoned me to embrace the unknown.

“Your blood runs red with creativity.”

He came to a halt, his piercing gaze catching my lips before darting back to my eyes.

“And, your beauty is unmatched.”

Forget about my face being cold; it was now scorching hot. I just hope I kept enough blush on my cheeks to hide the natural pink.

He extends his leg, the buckle of his pricey loafer catching the moonlight. He steps closer, the wonderful aroma of whiskey and bergamot wafting into my nose. The scent cloud muffles my brain, making me dizzy with anticipation.

“How long have you been dancing for?”

I raise my eyebrows.

“Oh, well, my entire life. I started the moment I could walk and I’ve pretty much been in the dance studio everyday since.”

The enigmatic man nodded, pleased with my response. I took my hands from my pockets, as they were sweating despite the chill.

“And… Do you enjoy it?”

I nodded vigorously.

“Yes, I remember, um-.”

I took a deep breath, careful not to trip over my words and reveal that my heart was racing.

“I remember my first official dance class. I was- about four or five.”

I swallowed, a lump forming in my throat.

“All the kids were complaining. I mean, y’know, at that age it basically is just an excuse for the parents to get their obnoxious kids out of the house.”

He chuckled.

Yes!

“But I never complained, not once. I loved it from the start. And, it’s completely consumed my life since then.”

He took another step forward. The distance between us was almost non-existent now. To meet his gaze, I had to almost completely crane my neck back.

“I can tell. You don’t just dance, you float over the stage. It really is beautiful to watch.”

His voice dropped to a sultry whisper.

“You are beautiful to watch.”

My stomach flipped.

My breath caught in my throat as he cupped my face with his hand. His grip was gentle, as if he were coddling a baby bird.

My mind was empty, a void waiting to be filled by him.

He exhaled deeply, a breath fanning over my face. I instinctively leaned into him, craving his warmth, craving his scent, craving…

Him.

He ran his calloused thumb along my cheekbone. My face was burning. I knew he could feel it beneath his palm.

He grinned.

“You have a very bright future in the arts. Paris is only the beginning.”

I could sense the tension rising. I was on the edge of my seat, waiting for something magnificent to unfold.

A hug?

A proclamation of love?

A kiss?

“I hope and pray that you will allow me to be an integral component of your bright future.”

He slipped something into my empty pocket sneakily. He smiled broadly. My heart skipped a beat. His smile was enticing, so simple yet so effective.

“Call me, Ma chère.”

He took a step back, turned, and began to stroll away. My shoulders loosened. My chest gave way. My cheeks had lost their warmth. The tension had been released.

I could breathe.

I could think.

“Wait!”

I shouted. He glanced over his shoulder.

His figure looked very intriguing. Most of his ridges and curves were hidden by his long coat. It enticed one to venture into uncharted territories.

“What’s your name?”

He scoffed.

“When you call, I will tell you.”

[6lostgirl6]

Heyo! Love your recent post on the marquis de gramont. Could you do a one shot where the reader manages to escape yandere marquis and manages to hide in another country for a few months before the marquis confronts them in a motel they were hiding in

No Escape

Pairing: Yandere!Vincent De Gramont x Fem!Reader

TW: General Yandere Behavior, Toxic Relationship, Mentions of Stockholm Syndrome, Mentions of Imprisonment, Mentions of Codependency, Controlling Vincent, Panic Attack, Cursing, Arguing, Forced Kissing (At first), Happy Ending. Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

Word Count: 1.5k

It took you months to earn his trust, which he scarcely showcased to anyone. The months you pretended you were finally falling in love with him, with lovely words and tender affections that gradually lowered his guard with each passing day.

There were privileges that came with trust, which you soaked up like a sponge. He eventually permitted you to roam around the mansion without him or a bodyguard, which led to him permitting you to spend time outside within the gates. Finally, you were allowed to sleep in your room without someone monitoring your door during the night.

However, you ultimately reached a breaking point when you recognized one day that those affectionate words and acts had transformed into something more…sincere. You'd lay awake in your room, your mind racing at the prospect of succumbing to Stockholm Syndrome.

Your altered phone, gifted by Vincent, lay in pieces on the bedroom floor when you made your escape. You crept out under the beauty of the moonlight, and your efforts during the day allowed you to memorize Vincent's men's routine patrols. You wore only the clothing on your back and a little satchel containing your monthly allowance, which Vincent would give you as a reward for your good behavior. The hardest thing was climbing over the fence, but you made it out with only minor cuts. Despite the joy of finally experiencing independence, you couldn't shake the sadness in your heart. You couldn't help but think you were doing something wrong.

'It isn't love; it isn't love.' Throughout your entire voyage to Canada, you would repeat those words in your head like a broken record. When the landlord handed you the keys to your flat, you couldn't help but feel awful. When you received your new cell phone a week later, you resisted the urge to call him.

You missed him terribly and despised yourself for it.

A month has gone by, and you weren't any better off than you were a few weeks before. You did, however, have a job interview coming up in the next month, and you were pleased that you were making progress toward regaining independence. You even purchased a new cell phone for amusement purposes.

Vincent had certain expectations for you as his lover while you were imprisoned. He wanted you to be entirely reliant on him, letting him make decisions for you and requiring his permission to do everything or walk outdoors. He promised to take care of you, to make you want for nothing, and to give you the wedding of your dreams. However, beneath the surface, you became less and less of yourself.

Sitting on the edge of your bed, you couldn't help but wonder if you would have been happier at ho-Vincent's mansion. Your eyes threatened to shed tears as you glanced at the screen of your phone.

Vincent's number was illuminated in the darkness of your room, casting a chilling glow across your face. The call button begged you to merely press it in order to make amends.

You tapped the button and placed the phone to your ear with a nervous exhale. As the phone continued to ring, your eyes were wide and stared into space. As you waited for him to pick up, your heart was racing in your chest, and you nervously chewed your nail.

'He'll be mad...'

The thought occurred to you, and you immediately regretted making the phone call. You were aware that Vincent had a temper, and while he never took it out on you, you weren't immune to his stern lectures when you got in trouble, or how he destroyed his possessions in front of you. Even his patience with you can waver, and you weren't planning on finding out.

When the person on the other end of the line picked up the phone, you hurriedly hung up, unable to handle the sound of his voice. You tried taking a few deep breaths, but your heart refused to stop pounding rapidly as you stared down at the phone.

Within the first five seconds, your phone rang, and you felt your heart was about to stop. When Vincent's number came across your screen again, you screamed and threw the cellphone against the wall. Your phone was scattered in pieces on the carpet, similar to the altered phone you left at the mansion. You prayed to whatever higher power that the call wasn't long enough for Vincent to track it down.

"Fuck!" You exclaimed, rising from your bed and walking about your room, your hands grasping the sides of your head, attempting to stabilize yourself. "Fuck, fuck!"

You couldn't sleep that night.

You were strolling to your apartment, finally entering the elevator with a spring in your step. A month had gone by with no occurrences, and your concern was fading, with your confidence progressively taking its place.

The job interview went well, and you were hired at the local supermarket in the little town where you resided. It was extremely discreet, and you preferred it that way. Anything too extravagant would have drawn Vincent's attention, which was the last thing you needed.

When the doors reopened, you proceeded to head towards your apartment door, fishing out your keys from your satchel. Sorting through your keys, you unlocked the door and walked into the dark apartment, shutting the door behind you. You walked over to the wall, flicking on the lights.

The next thing you heard caused a chill to run down your spine.

"Did you enjoy your interview, chérie?" A familiar voice spoke, prompting you to press your back against the wall in panic.

Vincent stood in front of the window, his back to you, watching the beauty beyond the glass. His hands were in his pants pockets, and his posture was rigid.

"V-Vincent I-" You stuttered but came to a pause when Vincent turned to face you.

His brow furrowed, his eyes narrowed, and his big lips formed a stiff line. He was clearly furious with you, but he tried to remain calm.

"Do you have any idea how worried I was?" He demanded, taking a few steps closer to you. His stature was imposing, towering well over six feet tall, and you hoped he'd keep his distance.

You could only stay silent; your eyes were locked on him.

"Do you?" He asked once more, his tone becoming darker.

"I-I'm sorry, Vincent, I just-" Your mind was blank, unable to generate a suitable explanation. Your heart was attempting to burst from your chest, and your breathing was growing shaky.

How can you explain your mixed feelings to your kidnapper?

Vincent's patience was clearly wearing thin as he strode towards you, seizing your upper arms and dragging you close. He disregarded your terrified yelps as you struggled to keep your distance. However, because you were close to the wall, Vincent quickly trapped you against it. Your faces were barely a few inches apart, and you struggled to keep the warmth from flowing into your cheeks.

"How could you do something like this? I thought we were happy together and that you finally accepted our love! Why would you run away and scare me to death?!" He yelled, shaking your body somewhat as he spoke. "Do you understand what you put me through?!"

Suddenly, there was a fire that was ignited in your heart that you'd never felt before. All those months poured through you and you didn't think before you opened your mouth.

"What I put you through, what about me?! You kidnapped me and kept me inside your stupid mansion like I was some doll to do your bidding! How dare you stand there and act like you didn't hurt me first!"

Before he could reply, you continued, "But, I fucking love you! Even after everything, I still fell for you, and I hate myself for it! So, I ran! I ran away from you-"

You were cut short as Vincent yanked you into a kiss, his body crushing you against the wall. As you struggled, his arm curled around your waist, and the other gripped your hair to prevent you from pulling away.

However, the longer the kiss persisted, the less you struggled and ultimately succumbed to your predicament. He's kissed you several times before in the past, but this kiss was different. It was the first kiss where you two were finally on the same page.

You returned his kiss, your arms wrapping around his waist. He growled slightly into the kiss, drawing away slightly and planting a gentle kiss on your brow. You leaned against his chest, tears welling up in your eyes as you understood what had transpired.

Vincent brought his lips to your ear, his fingers twirling in your hair as he murmured darkly, "You will never do this again, do you hear me?"

His words sent shivers down your spine, full of ownership, and you knew your independence was gone. You softly agreed, allowing him to bring you closer to him in an embrace that was everything but sweet.

"You'll never escape me; I'll always find you." He murmured again, planting a firm kiss against your temple. "Always, chérie."

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[cinemistery]

Marquis Vicent de Gramont | John Wick

[wait-this-isnt-itunes]

Louis de Pointe Du Lac - a playlist

Features: DAUGHTER - Beyoncé // Bloodsport '15 - Raleigh Ritchie // NFWMB - Hozier // Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood - Nina Simone // A Dangerous Thing - AURORA // Time Is On My Side - Irma Thomas // Hard Out Here. - RAYE // Hell Is Near - St. Vincent // Crude Drawing Of An Angel - Caroline Polachek // Never Be Mine - Kate Bush // Breezeblocks - alt-J // What Kind Of Man - Florence + The Machine // Deadly Valentine - Charlotte Gainsbourg // + more

[twistedbloodstain]

one extra detail about the marquis is that hes hella delusional. he underestimated what he felt for her bc that moment where she almost dies he kinda refuses to worry about his hidden feelings and kinda goes holy shit u took a bullet for me i swear ill repay your act of love with djsnjdjd bc i made it clear in the 2nd chap that she was in fact in the way, she didn’t jump in.

he’s wary of you, so for you to take a bullet for him, is kinda like the gunshot to a marathon of where he finally gets to act on his feelings. (and wrongfully so)

instead of simply just accepting hes developed feelings he’d rather tell himself that bc of that act was what made him love you. but its not, he always has.

[verypsbfan019]

My summary of art from 2023!!!💙🧡🎶

[kavalyera]

reminder that chad stahelski gave us doomed boss x bodyguard yaoi he will not be safe from me🫶

[bosqueinvisible]

that one severance scene but make it vincent and neil

[marcia-stronger]

[theflyingfeeling]

same picture

previously in the series: click here

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[picture credit: alenle]

[estefanyailen]

"Mucha gente dice que Nueva York es la ciudad que nunca duerme. Créanme, existe otra ciudad en el fin del mundo que no duerme, y es es Buenos Aires. Está siempre despierta al acecho esperando para empujarte al vacío... o para darte una mano. Te sorprende, para bien o para mal. Es compleja, contradictoria, sofisticada, salvaje y encantadora. Y lo mejor de todo... es impredecible".

- Vincent - Nada. T1.E1.

[plazamayorcompany]

LES ESPIONS DE LA TERREUR

(Bande originale de la série) LES ESPIONS DE LA TERREUR (Bande originale de la série) Realisateur Rodolphe Tissot Avec Rachida Brakni, Fleur Geffrier, Vincent Elbaz Musique Originale Philippe Jakko Label Plaza Mayor Company Ltd The hunt for those responsible for the November 2015 attacks is putting the French secret services under high tension. Among them, Lucie, an experienced and…

[6lostgirl6]

I’m having a bit of bill skarsgård brain rot, lmaooo. Can you do a yandere alphabet for the marquis from John wick

Yandere Alphabet - Vincent de Gramont

TW: Yandere themes, Mentions of Torture, Mentions of Arguments, Stalking, Kidnapping, Forced-Marriage, Spankings as Punishment, Overprotective Vincent, Controlling Vincent

A/N: Please inform me if I did not tag something correctly. Please know the difference between fictional and reality. While fictional, these types of relationships are extremely toxic, especially in real-life. If your relationship is showcasing these toxic behaviors, please seek help from someone to get out safely. Reblogs are heavily appreciated!!

Gif Credit: @mndvx

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Vincent's love languages are gift giving and acts of service. He's used to money and connections being the answer for everything and that includes how he shows his affections for you. It would be very intense, he would practically shower you in riches if you allowed him. Whatever you wanted was yours and he has the means of making it happen.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Vincent is all about efficiency. Whatever directly concerns his darling, he would need it to be handled immediately with little to no waste, effort, or energy. He would have his men handle it or deal with it himself, it depends on the situation. He dislikes messes, however, if someone were to kidnap you, harm you, or touch you, it would be a different story.

If you were harmed, he would return it ten-fold. Remember the scene between him and Nobody with a knife to the hand? Yes, he's willing to get messy for that. If his men are handling it, he would watch and enjoy it.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Once abducted, he would treat you like royality, since you're his sweet darling. No, he wouldn't mock you because that's childish in his eyes. He understands it is a difficult situation, but he would expect you to adapt sooner rather than later. He can only be patient for so long.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

There are many things he wouldn't allow you to do with the sole purpose of protecting you. You'll have to ask for his permission for many of these things, but he isn't unreasonable. If you want to go shopping, take a walk, there's must always be someone with you. You'll either be escorted by him or his men when he's busy. Your privacy will become nonexistent.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Vincent would be closed off in the beginning, he would need to trust you completely before he can open his heart to his darling. However, once he trusts his darling completely, he will open up about many things, however he will keep things from you. For instance, he wouldn't want his darling involved with his "occupation" and the things he's done. His vulnerability is strong when he completely trusts you, he's not against telling you his feelings.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Vincent can be patient and might even find his darling fighting back amusing. However, that patience can slip away very easily if the fighting persists. He would feel somewhat betrayed from his darling's behavior. He risked your safety to have you in his life and home and this is how you repay him?

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

No, this is not a game to him and he takes it very seriously. Again, he risked your safety to have you in his life, the risk of someone using you against him. He may find his darling trying to escape humorous during the first few attempts, but it would be in your best interest to quit. He won't find it humorous anymore.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

His darling's worst experiences with him would be his outbursts and controlling behavior. Vincent's patience only goes a certain way until he explodes. Fighting against him would result in him yelling at you angrily and breaking things. For example, when Vincent broke his phone after speaking with Nobody. I believe that Vincent would break things when he's angry or overstimulated enough.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Vincent wants to experience everything with his darling. His darling is his significant other, therefore he envisions marrying his darling and having children to continue the next generation. He'll force you to marry him if he has to.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He can be extremely jealous, however it is not because of insecurity. He doesn't like anyone thinking they have a chance with his darling without going through him first. He doesn't need to cope being the Marquis, he can have that person killed if he wanted and it will happen. Yes, he will lash out in his own way.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He's extremely protective and affectionate with his darling. He can be charming when he wants, hand kisses, arm around the waist, gentle caresses, he will do it all for his darling. His darling always has his attention, even if he's busy. If you're on his good side, it's all romantic.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Vincent would do things behind the scenes, make his darling think they have a secret admirer, which is true. He would secretly send you romantic letters and expensive gifts. He would have his men secretly follow you around and get information to bring back to him. He wants to learn everything about you and prepare before abducting you.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Absolutely, Vincent would be completely different with others compared to his darling. His darling is the only one that gets the sweet side of him while he remains aloof with others.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

He would take away rights everytime you go against him. For instance, you would no longer be allowed to leave the mansion anymore, no matter how many times you try to appease him. He would need to see improvement first. Plus, he's not against putting his darling over his knee and spanking you until you're red.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

He would take away some rights from his darling and his darling would need to have his approval for things. For instance, you're not allowed in the kitchens or leaving the mansion without him or a bodyguard and your personal belongings are always monitored. For your protection of course ❤️

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Well, he would have a little more patience with his darling than with others. He'll let his darling off easily the first few times, but it would quickly change because he would assume that his darling is being ungrateful and disrespecting him and his wishes.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Absolutely not. Vincent would never be able to move on if something happened to you. If you died, he would remain heartbroken for the rest of his life. If you escape, that'd a different story, you will return to him.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

He would never feel guilty for kidnapping his darling and it never crossed his mind that what he did was wrong. He has individuals killed for a living, kidnapping his darling wouldn't be any different. He would simply try to make you understand that what he did was necessary. He would never let his darling go, you would have to kill him first.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

I would assume his childhood and the things he deals with as the Marquis. He's used to having everything he wants, call him spoiled.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Vincent would feel disappointed about your behavior, especially when this is a reoccurring problem. However, he still loves you and would want to fix this as soon as possible. He would try to comfort you as much as he knew how. If you were upset about being restrained to the mansion, he'll take you outside. He would explain to you that this was only for your protection and he only wanted the best for you.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Vincent isn't sadistic, at least towards his darling and values their feelings. He actually likes communication, you can be open with him about anything because he prefers your honesty than lying and disobeying him.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

He's used to getting what he wanted and gaining his complete trust would give his darling advantages. He would let his darling have more privileges and his darling can use that in an effort to escape. However, his trust is a long process so you'll need to play the waiting game. Be obedient and docile and you'll have him eating from your palm.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

No.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He absolutely loves his darling and willing to do anything for them. He'll buy anything you want if it meant gaining your affections. He has money and connections, he'll make it happen.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He'll pine for his darling for a few months, gaining information on them and preparing his home for his darling's arrival before he snaps. Whenever he wants something, he has to have it soon or now. Again, he's spoiled.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Yes, he would.

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O verdadeiro final de “Todo mundo odeia o Chris”! Fatos Desconhecidos – 09 abr 2024 Nos últimos dias a internet brasileira está alvoroçada com o sucesso repentino do ator Vincent Martella, responsável por dar vida ao personagem Greg Wuliger, amigo do protagonista do seriado “Todo Mundo Odeia o Chris”. Vincent, que tinha apenas 200 mil seguidores em sua rede social, já está com quase 6 milhões de…

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This is absolutely not canonical. MC is for sure. And I'm not entirely sure about some of the guys. Either I played their routes long time ago, or I don't really understand them. But I did my best.

At first, I start rewriting the entire prologue from the beginning. I don't like it for so many reasons… and finally find where to put this lovely thought of mine.

I turned around and saw a very unique looking man. Golden hair, golden eyes, golden clothes. I've never seen anything even remotely like this. It's like he's made entirely of gold… His name must be Mr. Gold!

But the more I did it, the more I realized that this is not what I wanna do. I had two small (were small at the beginning) scenes in my head, why should I write the rest?

So… here is my very odd version of the prologue after the introduction of the main characters. Everyone will be there except Jean. He didn't show up. What a shy boy!

It was supposed to be a joke. That's why I'm posting this on April 1st. I hope I'm not the only one who finds it funny. Enjoy.

Aproximatly 4500 words. Jeez how did it ended up that long?..

- So... Are you saying that you are all historical figures?

Comte smile one of his signature smile.

- That's correct.

- And how did you all end up in the same time period? I'm not a historian, but even I know that you are all from different times, even centuries?

- That's a really good question, Luv.

Arthur, sitting next to me, put his arm around my shoulders. I push his hand away.

- Mister, could you not touch me? I don't like strangers in my personal space.

The man blinked a couple of times, clearly pouting.

- But I'm not a stranger… I just introduced myself.

He smiles very charmingly, but that didn't change my opinion on the matter.

- That's right! We just met. So, you are a stranger to me.

Very naughty laugh from another side of the table.

- This Hondje is quite feisty.

I look at the smiling man and hold my gaze on him.

- I don't know what you call me, but something tells me that wasn't nice. So please refrain from that in the future.

Very gentle cough caught my attention.

- I have to apologize for my brother. He doesn't know how to behave with women.

I look at the angelic-looking man, and a smile somehow appears on my face.

- You don't have to apologize for him. He's not a child.

Vincent looked at Theo.

- Theo…

- No, no, no! You’ve got me wrong. I don't need he's apologies. I'd rather never talk to him.

-Ouch... that was harsh, Toshiko-san. You may have brought Theo-san to tears.…

The man sitting on the same side of the table as me... Dazai his name. I lean down to meet his gaze.

- Is this a local joke that I'm not aware of? Calling a new person by different names?

- I must apologize for my children. They are quite... unique…

I look at Comte and slowly observe all the people at the table.

- No offense, but how can they be your children if you all look the same age?

- That's another good question, Luv…

Arthur held out his hand to me, but stopped and took it away.

- Don't you like the food?

I thought my heart would definitely jump out of my chest. The voice came from right behind me. I turn around and meet Sebastian's gray eyes.

- Jeez... where did you come from?

- I've been standing behind you all this time... and you haven't even tried to eat...

- I’m… you are right…

I take a deep breath, calming my poor heart, and take a bite. Either I was very hungry, or it was the most delicious meal I've ever eaten.

A proud smile appears on the Conte's face

- Sebastian is the best cook. I still can't believe how lucky I was to get him.

- To get?

- He's just like you... human.

I was very unlucky that I took a bigger piece at that exact moment. But it instantly stuck in my throat. Don't try to think about it.… Just chew… I did as my brain said. I take a glass, presumably of water, and take a long sip before answering.

- That means... The rest of you are not human?

- Exactly.

I take another sip.

- Assuming it's possible… Who are you when?

- Vampires.

- Hmm.…

Ok. It's definitely not possible. I finally felt confident enough to look up, and realized that everyone was looking at me with a mixture of surprise and admiration.

- What?

- You're taking it better than we expected.

- Because it's an obvious lie.

- I assure you, it is not.

- Real vampires… I mean really existing vampires like bats or mosquitoes...they need a lot of blood. Like much more than their own weight.

- Really?

I bend down to meet a very surprised pink gaze. Isaac?

- You were so quiet, I even forgot you were here, cutie. But yes, it's true. Check on Google…

A very strange pause and suddenly...

- Did I hear her right? Did she just call Ai-san a cutie?

- Issak, you are blushing. Oh, she made old boy blush...

- Theo, what is Google?

- I don’t know. Most likely, something that we don't need.

- Who gave it its name? Goo goo... what is that?

- I guess you don't like the sound of it, Wolfie.

- Don't call me that! It's disgusting coming from you.

- So, in other words... you don't mind if someone else calls you that?

- Hahaha…

The last one was from Napoleon. I didn't hear him talking to anyone, but his laugh was something....

- I probably shouldn't have said that... - I mumble to myself.

Suddenly, the door opened and another man entered.

- I can't remember the last time we had such a lively dinner…

- Leonardo! -  Comte exclaims.

- Oh, we have a guest… Sorry for being late. Leonardo, Leonardo da Vinci.

- Aaaaaah. Another historical figure…

- …She didn't sound impressed...

- No offense, but I'm already meet a musician whose music increase brain activity.

- Wha?

- My favorite painter of all times.

- She just called…

- At least she has taste…

- And my childhood crush.

- What is “crush" mean? -  It was said in such a low voice that I couldn't make out who said it.

- Brief, but very strong, even obsessive love. Usually to a person who is out of reach.

- Thank you, Sebastian. That was very informative.

- Childhood? It could have been any of us. Well, probably not you, Dazai. No offense.

- He-he. Not taken. I would be very surprised if it was me.

- So... - I raise my voice - My point is... it's really hard to beat.

The man smiles and sits down next to Comte.

- She's very unusual…

- Actually, while my brain is still working... it's pretty noisy here… Before everything... started, I was trying to ask, who is donating blood to you?

- Oh, it's all legal. We have…

- No! I don't really care! I was asking, why is someone voluntarily giving you so much blood?

- But we don't need much.

- This is absurd!

- I like her more and more... Comte, why didn't you wake me up earlier?

- I was as mesmerised as you are right now…

- Stop it! Don't try to distract me!

- Am I really your favorite painter?

- What is the brain activity you were talking about?

- Who were your childhood crush? It's me, isn't it, Luv?

- Oh... I think I have a headache…

- Would it be better if we continued in my office?

- I don't know? Does this mean there will be less people?

- Absolutely!

The Comte gave me his usual encouraging smile, and I nodded.

(***)

Only Comte and Leonardo came with me to the office. At the very moment when we sit down at the table, Sebastian appears seemingly out of nowhere with a tray of tea.

- How does he do it?

- What are you talking about, ma chère?

- Don't mind me. This guy gets on my nerves.

- Just him? I thought all of us...

- All the others are just noisy, but this one is… creepy.

- Oh, poor Sebas, she really doesn't like you.

- I don't care what she thinks.

I'm glad to know that our dislike is mutual. A very noble cough attracts my attention.

- I know that all this information can be quite overwhelming.… Maybe you need some time…

- You said that I was stuck in this time for a month. What options do I have?

-  Cara mia...

- Don't use other languages. I think I'm very lucky to have learned one, and I'm pretty sure I'm not capable of more.

- You underestimate yourself.

- Maybe so. But just... don't do it!

- If you say so…

- Well, you can stay here with us, or I can rent you a house in the city. If it suits your tastes better.

- It's a little too much for a stranger. Maybe you have another house where there are less people?

- Don't you want to live with us? Why?

That voice was coming from outside the door. And it probably belonged to Vince.

- Perhaps they are children in secret?..

- I have my suspicions about this... - behind my back. I don't flinch this time. But it's still pretty scary when he does it…

- I have another house... but my eldest lives there…

- And who is this?

- William Shakespeare.

(pause)

- He probably writes all the time. He didn't even notice me there.…

- If you like writers... why don't you stay with me. I can please you much better than he can.

- What was the point of leaving the dining room at all?..

- Ahem... But you didn't say why you didn't want to stay with us, Cara...oh, sorry... old habits die hard.

- Well... unmarried women living with... how many of you are here... 9.. 10 men… It's really bad for my reputation. Not that it matters what people think of me at this time period, I will definitely leave this place in a month. But I still don't wanna feel hostile stares at me.

- There are 11 of us.

- What?

- You haven't met Jean yet.

- Whatever… And the second... which should probably be the first… You're vampires. So... Having a bag of warm, fresh blood nearby will be too tempting to ignore.

- Sebastian has been with us for a while, and no one has ever tried to bite him.

- No offense, Sebastian, but I don't want to bite you either.

- Do you have such desires often?

Pause…

- I don't want to answer that question.

- I understood your point. So... Let's go to William. I'll ask if he doesn't mind.…

(I cannot even read Old English, let alone write. So William will speak mostly normally)

We arrived at a very nice cottage a slightly outside the city. I was surprised to see a lot of flowers in the garden. Does he even have time to take care of them? I thought this guy couldn't think of anything but writing…

Comte knocked on the door, and a few moments later the door opened. We were met by a very strange man in obviously out of time clothes. His mismatched eyes widened in obvious surprise.

- Good Comte!

- Will, I apologize for the unannounced intrusion.

- Come in.

We entered the house, and I was immediately surprised to see how neatly it was decorated. So many details. Everything sparkles and shines like a jewelry shop, no less.

- Will… I know it's a little sudden.… But could this lady stay with you for a month?

The mismatched eyes look at me as if I'm not even a person, but an object. Maybe it was a bad idea to leave the mansion after all.

- If this is that my sire wants.... I will gladly grant his wish.

- Thank you very much. I feel responsible for her well-being.

- It's not your fault, you know…

- Maybe so. But you ended up in this situation because I wasn't careful enough.

- Could you please explain to me what you are talking about.

- Oh, yes. This young lady is from the future. She noticed the door and went through it to this time.

- I thought it was impossible...

- Yes... me too… So... she will stay in this time for a month until the door opens next time.

- I see.

- Don't worry. We'll just be roommates.

- I believe he has a separate room for you…

- That's not what I meant. I mean people who live together but don't interact at all. We probably wouldn't even see each other.

- Why is that?

- I don't like to stay indoors. Taking pictures, wandering around, making small talk with random strangers… It's kind of my thing. But I also like to read books. I'm sure you have at least some…

- Hmm.…

- Wonderful. At least you don't have a headache here.

I smile radiantly and begin to look around.

- Is there anything here that I'm not allowed to touch? I don't wanna invade your privacy, so tell me in advance.

- Hmm…

- Yes, she is quite overwhelming… You get used to it.

(Some time later)

- Don't touch it!

- Why? You didn't mention it when I asked.

- Woman! What's gotten into you? Why do you need to touch everything you see?

- I don't know… I'm curious… And I didn't touch you, so not everything.

- I can't believe he just dumped you on my head!

- For a person who works with creative people, you are quite short-tempered.

- I've never met such an irritating person in my life...

- No one has ever told me that... I think we're just incompatible.

- Obviously. You said you don't like being indoors.

- I am. But I don't know this place yet and I don't wanna get lost.

- What a wonderful idea…

- What did you say?

- Nothing. Come on. I'll show you around. And you need a dress.

- Why? What's wrong with my dress?

- First of all... it's shamingly short.

- I don't think so!

- In 19th century it's too short.

- Oh... right… I forgot.

After the incredibly awkward process of buying a dress. Why do they need so many people to take measurements? I finally got outside. I need to keep reminding myself... Don't even try to breathe, it's an unattainable desire. This is not a dress, but an instrument of torture.

- Maybe I should stay indoors... - I muttering to myself

- What now?

- I cannot breathe in this...

- You'll get used to it.

- I don't want to get used to it!

Some people turn around to look at me disapprovingly. I probably don't have the right to show emotions either... Wonderful!

- So... This is the main street with lots of shops. If you turn right, you will find yourself in front of my house after a while.

- That's right… We came here this way…

- So that's it... enjoy.

- Hey! Are you seriously going to leave me here alone?

- You said…

- Right, right, I said… Sorry... See you at home…

He takes a long exasperated sigh and instantly disappears into the crowd.

- But the problem is… I don't speak French...

I take a long exhale…

- Okay. I'll figure something out...

I move with the crowd in one direction, then in another… And somehow ended up in an alley with very beautiful trees. I look around. Nobody. This is my only chance. I take out my phone and take a couple of pictures. Perfect. Well, at least I'd have something to prove that I'm not crazy. But... It's just trees, I need something more.… Oh, such a lovely church…

(This part already seems like the beginning of the route. I just cannot imagine NOT falling for him. I'm doomed)

I opened a very heavy door and entered a dimly lit church. It's empty… Interesting… I look around, enjoying the way the stained glass window casts multicolored light into the room... I walk slowly down the hall, finally find the right angle and take a shot. The echo of footsteps makes me turn around, and I hurriedly hide the phone.

Two men approached from the other side of the church. One of them had very odd white hair. Not gray, but white. I've never seen anything like that. And the other was in the priest's clothes. Right… I'm in the church, not museum. They said something, probably to me, but I didn't understand. I smiled shyly and decided to leave. I clearly shouldn't be here. But the moment I touched the handle, the door opened and the young man almost bumped into me.

- Pardon... - he said and, without slowing down, ran inside the church.

He said something swiftly in French. I didn't understand a word, but something caught my attention and I looked around. My eyes met the priest's and my heart skiped a bit. How did I not notice this before? He's gorgeous… Tall and undoubtedly muscular frame, fluffy dark hair, sharp gaze… I cannot even look away.

- Hello… Do you perhaps speak English?

I look in the direction of the voice. It was a man with white hair.

- Actually, I do.

- What brings you here? - A deep vibrating voice, and my brain just stopped working.

- Huh? -  I stare at the priest, dumbfounded.

- You look so cute.… Can we play? - The guy with pink hair who had just arrived suddenly came close to me and whispered in my ear.

- Could you not invade someone else's personal space…

- What are you talking about? – A completely innocent look of confusion on his face.

- I'm talking about my personal space. And I don't like strangers in it.

- Right, we didn't introduced.

- She came to us. She has to introduce herself first.

- Huh? – And again... What is this man doing to me?

The absolutely sincere laughter sounded especially loud in the empty church.

- I didn't expect that... - The white-haired guy. Up close, I noticed that his eyes were red. Is he sick or something?

- Why are you looking at me? She probably has hearing problems…

- Right… I wouldn't expect anything less from you…

- I'm Charles. Nice to meet you! – Guy with pink hair smiled brightly.

- I'm Vlad. And this grumpy priest is Faust.

- An unusual name.

- It's not a name. But he prefers to be called that.

- I see. I'm Jane.

- Really?

I look at Vlad and feel uncomfortable for no reason.

- I have a pretty ordinary name…

- I think it's beautiful. Just like you! - Charles ones again has come too close to me, and I look at him disapprovingly.

- I just told you…

- It's pointless. He only hears what he wants to hear. -  I look at Faust and somehow manage to nod. Oh, progress! I'm not as hopeless as I feared.

- So, what brings you here? – This time the question was from Vlad, and I managed to answer.

- I think… I got lost... - I allowed myself an ironic laugh.

- It doesn't seem to bother you in the slightest...

- Oh......It's been a very long and eventful day, and I just cannot bring myself to feel something anymore... I guess...

- I've never heard of this.... Docteur you?

- No. But somehow I understand what she meant...

- Lovely... -  Vlad smiles and happily claps his hands.

- If she got lost… Maybe we could take her home?

- I'm not a stray kitten!

- Huh? I think you're cuter than a kitten.…

- ...I have a headache again…

- Really? I can look for a medicine for you…

- No... that's not what she meant...

- Charles, we cannot keep her, but we definitely have to feed her.

- Once again, I'm not a stray kitten!

- Welcome to my world…

I look at him, and for the first time, something like real emotion shows in his eyes. Oh... whey are green... Pretty...

There was a mountain path behind the church. I was sure I was going to die before we got up that damn mountain. It seems that this ascent will never end. But I was the only one who was out of breath. Right. They probably do this all the time…

As soon as we got to the top, Charles said something about food and disappeared. My head was spinning and my lungs were on fire, I fell to the ground, unable to stand any longer.

- You have so little stamina...

"Really? You noticed?" - I wanted to say ironically. But at the moment the top of my abilities were probably not as scary as I hoped gaze. He smirked and disappeared into the... What is it? A Castle? I just noticed...

- You shouldn't be sitting on the ground. You'll catch a cold…

After several attempts, I finally managed to stand on shaky legs. Vlad holds my hand. My breathing still resembles asthmatic in the worst possible stages. I need to practice. Walking is not enough exercise!

- Come on… I'll show you the garden. Charles needs some time to prepare the food.

He pulls at my hand, but I stop in my tracks.

-Really?

- Excuse me?

- Why all people at this time period... are so desperately trying to feed me? Do I look that hungry?

The man's eyes seem to open a little wider than usual.

- This time period?

- Don't mind me… The garden, you say.

We bend the castle, and behind it opens the most beautiful garden I have ever seen. I thought William's garden was cute, but this…

- So beautiful…

- I'm glad you like it. This is my garden…

- You mean... You planted, tended and... everything else?

- Yes.

- But it's huge! It's like... a mile long. And there are a lot of flowers… How can one person do this?

- I have all the time in the world…

Ring the bell!

- Don't tell me…

- Do you have a question?

- I have, but... what the hell, I have nothing to lose! I mean, even if I don't ask, you'll probably kill me.

His eyes widened ones again.

- Are you a vampire?

He blinks. The pause seemed to take forever.

- And what exactly gave you that idea?

I turn at the sound of oh so much familiar voice and meet with green eyes. He seemed to be much closer than I expected… How did he manage to sneak up on me unnoticed? And somehow that thought allowed me to finally talk to him.

- I don't know.… The same vibe…

- Vibe…

I take a deep breath. Don't tell me they don't have that word as well.

- I don't know... he just seems different.

- How so? People don't even suspect me.

- Well... if you don't expect something different, you won't notice a thing.

- And you expect it... So you knew…

I look at Faust questioningly.

- Charles said there was a girl in the mansion…

Wonderful. So, I got the confirmation I was asked for.

- Why do vampires find me? Does my blood smell good or something?

- You found us. So you tell. Do we smell nice?

Faust! What the hell are you doing? How can you ask this so bluntly? And my voice, which has just returned to me, disappears again.

The charming laugh attracts my attention... Vlad seems to be enjoying my suffering. Suddenly Charles jumps out into the garden and points an accusing finger at Faust.

- How could you make her fall for you in my absence? It's so sneaky of you...

- I'm not in love with him!

- Really? It's very hard to believe…

I'm looking at Vlad seriously.

- It's called crush. And I'll get over it in no time, as soon as I realize that he has nothing but good looks.

- You sound so sure…

- I have experience.

Yes. Experience. The first was a scientist who died before I was even born. Then a couple of actors. And finally, my college teammate. The last one was the worst. He knew and only exploited my feelings. I hate him. I hate him so much! But that's all in the past. And now... the priest. At least my addiction to unreachable guys hasn't changed…

- Did I miss something?

- You obviously did. But let's go inside. The food is waiting…

Carefully avoiding looking at Faust, I follow Vlad and Charles, who is bouncing at every step.

(***)

After an extremely delicious dinner, I finally felt relaxed. So... What should I do? I looked around and chose a victim.

- So… I have a question…

- Of course. What would you like to know?

- Do you dye your hair?

- W-w-what?

- I have never seen such a shade of hair.… You probably killed them when you did it.… Can I touch it?

- No... no! Stop it!

I begin to pursue Vlad, who is dissatisfied with my desire to touch his hair. Have know idea why.

- Voïvode? Do you need a help?

We ran around the table a couple of times before he finally realized that he was taller than me and his hair was completely safe. I got tired of running and fell down on the couch. What's next? I look at Charles.

- You can do whatever you want with me.

- No.

- Aww. Why?

- I don't know. Probably because you agree so easily.…

Charles looked at Faust very sadly.

- What? She completely ignores me. 

- Lucky you!

- Vlad! What's there?

I pointed to a door that didn't seem to have been used for a long time…

- I don't know…

- Good! Let's explore…

I jump up and try to open the door, but it won't budge.

- Owww.… It's closed. Vlad!!!

- Where does she get so much energy from?

- Maybe she's 5 years old?

Oh… good idea! Thanks Faust.

(Several days later)

- Oh, candy!

- No! You cannot give her sweets! – Vlad is almost crying.

- Sorry... sorry... She was smiling so radiantly that I forgot.

I think it's time to slow down a bit. I'm desperately trying to keep a smile from spreading. I feel someone's gaze on me and meet Faust's eyes first time for a very long time. Damn, he noticed. I raise an eyebrow questioningly. But he just smirked and didn't say a word. Didn't expect that...

I'm going back to my room in the castle. I have no idea why they still want me to stay with them. I'm constantly harassing both of them. I'm too clingy and overly emotional with Vlad and, on the contrary, very cold and distant with Charles. They're really weird.

William must be overjoyed because I got lost. I haven't heard from him since the first and the last day we saw each other. It's probably for the best. Charles regularly tells me about what's going on in the mansion. I don't know who is providing him with information, and I don't really care. According to him, all the residents are very worried about me. I have no idea why. I was pretty rude to them. Vampires are certainly strange creatures…

But my biggest problem is… Faust. I lie down on the bed and cover my face with a pillow to muffle the scream.

- How can he be so damn perfect?!?

This crush has a very high probability of developing into true love.

I'm doomed.

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🔝 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋 ℙ𝔸𝔾𝔼 🔝

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[endless-ineffabilities]

le marquis et le moineau

Marquis de Gramont x f!reader

themes: angst, twisted business associates(?) to lovers, dubious morals, the Marquis has his eyes set on you and only you (but you don't know that ofc)

a/n: this bloody Frenchman has been plaguing my thoughts (thanks to a very sinister portrayal by one Bill Skarsgård). Mind you, I still haven't even seen the film John Wick 4, but I'm a fan of the series, and the morsels I've seen of the Marquis have been more than enough to give rise to a new lil fixation.

word count: 932 ▪︎ more of moineau ▪︎ other works

It started as a little game.

Just some passing fancy between yourself and the Marquis.

Or at least, that was what it was supposed to remain. Only that. A game.

But you should have known better. You should have known that any game played with Marquis Vincent de Gramont may eventually turn deadly.

Your high-risk job at the Continental usually also reaped the highest of rewards.

Tip off the right person and receive a gold coin. Deliver a message, without any bumps or bruises to all parties involved, and your reputation would be given a much-needed boost or two.

This business was danger wrapped in deceit wrapped in glamour. And you knew how to deal the right cards.

Although it seems, things are not as easy when it comes to the Marquis.

Vincent was every bit a menace as his reputation decreed. The Marquis tasked with restoring the authority of the High Table, he was nothing short of cunning and ambitious, prepared to take down any and all those who posed a threat to his objectives.

Dangerous. Deceptive. Glamourous as well, mind you. He was perfectly suited to this world.

He was also brazen, pretentious, snobbish.

And beautiful.

He knew just how to tug at your strings and make you bend. Or at least, he always tried to.

Like he was doing then, in one of the bigger rooms in his palacial estate, wherein only the two of you stood with only a few feet in between.

"What did we agree upon, mon moineau?" His silky accented voice implored.

My sparrow, he called you. The reason for which remained undisclosed to you, not for a lack of trying to wrench it out of him.

Why couldn't he call you something sweeter? Of the more classic French romantic sobriquets?

Chérie, perhaps. Mon amour. Mon coeur.

But no. You were stuck with measly ol' "my sparrow".

Of course, not that it mattered. Perhaps the Marquis reserved his sweeter words for those he actually cared for. At the very least, well-regarded enough to be associated with. Those impossibly beautiful and refined members of European aristocracy that he was so often rumoured to be wining and dining.

Unlike you. Renegade, foul-mouthed vagabond.

You stared up at his pacing figure. "I am fully aware of what we agreed upon, Vincent. What I have done does not breach that. I am perfectly capable - "

His head snapped to you menacingly. "You could have been killed, moineau."

You shrugged. "Consequences. I did not enter this damned line of work without considering the risks. As it goes, getting killed would not exactly be an uncommon occurence."

"Don't jest." He shut his eyes, and pinched the bridge of his nose, in obvious annoyance.

You took a step forward, trying to find his gaze. "And if I were to... pass... so what? Everything would simply go on. The truth is that I'm already a ghost. Doing what I do in our world makes me some kind of spectre. I am already not there."

You knew this. You repeated this to yourself when you woke, and before you went to sleep. It was the only truth you could hold on to.

Until him. Until some buried, twisted part of you began hoping that he would care.

But hope is a dangerous thing.

You continued, as he kept looking away. "You would go on. Perhaps even find a new sparrow to play with."

You felt it. As your words hung in the air, his entire mood shifted. He straightened, and with both hands burrowed in the pockets of his impeccably tailored trousers, his eyes land on you.

He slowly took a step forward, and then another, until his figure loomed over you.

In all your shared moments, you learned to discern the quick switches in his temper and his expression. But not enough, not completely.

The look he was giving you then was impossible to read.

"You think..." His left hand drifted to the hem of your blazer, toying with it. "... that I..." His index finger then drifted upward over your silk shirt, stopping in between your collarbones. His tongue briefly darted out to wet his lips, catching your eye. "... would simply replace you?"

You finally felt his touch on your face, his fingers delicately caressing your jawline.

He made a fleeting tsk tsk sound with his tongue, as if in disapproval.

"I believe you underestimate just how much you matter to me, mon moineau."

You did your best to remain unfazed. This was the game, wasn't it? Whatever you might think it can become, what you hope it can unravel into - set it aside as delusion.

Don't fall.

It's just a game to play.

Don't fall.

You took a deep breath, then smiled sweetly. Mockingly. "What makes you think I would even pay any mind to how much I matter to you? That line of thinking doesn't work for people like us, Marquis."

"People like us," he repeated, amusement furrowing his brow. "Non, mon moineau. There are no other people like us."

He leaned in, eyes not leaving yours, all but eliminating the distance between your faces. You could feel his breath on your skin, could count the faint spotting of freckles around his nose.

You wished to ask him what he wanted, but held back.

No. There was something better to say.

"What are you waiting for?" You managed to voice the words despite your very heart lodged in your throat.

He smiled, proud of his precious sparrow.

"Mon coeur... I've been waiting for you my entire life."

Ahhh! 🖤 Everybody say thank you Bill Skarsgård and the on-set stylist for the visual treat that is the Marquis.

I'm not even sure if this will find the right crowd - seeing as my lovely followers are of the HotD persuasion. But oh well, I had to get it out of my system.

Could be more of this... idk 🤷‍♀️ Rest assured I haven't forgetten about all my series works, even the ones I haven't started but said I would do...