#i really love le comte honestly...i just think that he knows more and plans more than he lets on...

[ieyasukenshinsandwich]

A Turn of the Hourglass

I had a sudden thought about an Ikevamp Reset Theory AU after rereading the prologue and realizing just how much some of it sounded...rehearsed...especially the scene when Le Comte runs into the MC at the Louvre. A few written down thoughts turned into a fanfiction. 

Warnings? None. Spoilers? Very minor ones from the Prologue and the Saved Stories option under Memories for the released suitors. Notes? 1.  A * marked before a dialogue means that it is taken directly from the Prologue. 2. The last section of this fanfic will make a lot more sense if you are familiar with the last part of the Prologue -- it reads a bit awkwardly otherwise.

Under the cut because it is 3,775 words. 

A Turn of the Hourglass   

     The room was, to most, eerily silent. He found that worked well for him. When he delivered a lecture, he purposely waited until the silence entered into their minds. The weakest lasted several minutes, Jean had lasted nearly an hour, but the subtle waiting quiet of the room wore down their sanity until they broke and asked -- each in their own unique ways that he found endlessly fascinating -- for him to start his lecture. Perhaps it was a brief reminder of the void of death they had each experienced that unnerved them. Whatever the case, it was always a test of their sanity. It certainly was a constant test for him. Le Comte, unlike his residents, knew what created that subtle waiting silence. He could actually hear the constant shluff of falling sand from the various hourglasses that lined his room. The noise that put the residents on edge as they subconsciously waited for the next grain to drop. A sound that Leonardo despised. 

     Despite being one of his oldest friends, Le Comte doubted that the Inventor knew why he kept so many hourglasses. He had never asked so he had never told. Leonardo scorned keeping such meticulous track of time -- often cursing their own immortal march -- and he broke or creatively reimagined every timepiece he had put in his messy room. Sometimes he would find them just outside his door. A clear warning that he nearly always ignored. Le Comte imagined that he would not be impressed -- perhaps, he thought with a sardonic grin tugging at his lips, even disappointed -- if he discovered the reason. The grin turned into a lopsided smile as he quickly poured himself a drink. He tipped the glass back, chasing away the bitterness he could feel swelling his soul with the bite of alcohol, and heaved a quiet sigh as he continued to watch her hourglass. 

     Soon after she had moved into his mansion, he had dubbed this delicate, gold-lined hourglass hers in a haze of affection. The sands, as compared to the others dotting his room, were a faint pink color. The same color as the suite she stayed in. If Sebastian had noticed he had her placed the Lady’s quarters, parallel to the suite that was his by right even if he hadn’t used it in years, he hadn’t said a word. Or raised an eyebrow. Le Comte wondered if he was that excellent of a butler, Sebastian had definitely proved himself numerous times, or just ignorant of the suite’s importance. Maybe it had been before his time. Perhaps he should have relocated to the Master suite once again -- to stake a claim and make his own intentions crystal clear even to the least observant of his residents. But he hadn’t, and he was here watching her pink sands be slowly dyed a dusty blue. 

     The same dusty blue as the sands in the sturdy oak hourglass currently frozen in time inside a locked cabinet. The one he had labelled the first night after Arthur had accepted his proposal to become a vampire. One that he had actually pulled out of its cabinet to examine twice this past month to confirm the color of the sands: dusty blue. It wasn’t an ugly color, he actually quite liked it, but it wasn’t the color he wanted. He tapped the bottom of the hourglass, eyes glowing gold, and watched the final grain change from pink to blue. It was done. He managed to turn to the largest hourglass, the one that marked his ability to travel through the door into time, before a very proper knock interrupted the sound of sand. Sebastian. The door opened, someone stepping into the room without waiting for his welcoming answer. Leonardo. 

     “Monsieur Le Comte, Sakiko wishes to stay in the mansion for a bit longer and would like to ask for your permission to do so.” Excitement primly tucked away. 

     “She’s tied herself to the flirt you turned, but after everything that has happened...I can’t begrudge her choice.” Affection carefully concealed under exasperation. 

     He let their emotions wash over his own -- swift currents of positive thoughts shoving his own negative ones into corners and hopefully out of sight. He turned with a gentle smile already in place. Sebastian’s brow furrowed as Leonardo’s raised in an unspoken question. It seemed that the current had not tucked them away as neatly as he hoped. With a sweep of his hand, the faintly glowing -- and frankly distracting -- oversized hourglass was hidden from their sight. With a tiny bow, the bitterness the alcohol had only barely controlled was swallowed. These two were observant enough to see through his lies in this emotional state, so his words would need a seed of truth. 

     “I already knew.” Teasing came easy to his tongue, but not to his eyes. The teasing lilt did its job as the inquisitive looks faded to bemusement and actual exasperation. Sebastian returned the little bow, smiling with more happiness than Le Comte thought was necessary, as Leonardo carelessly dragged a cirgarillo from his breast pocket. With a flick of his wrist, he grabbed his friend’s still unlit cirgarillo and placed it far enough away on the table that it could not be reached. Not without moving him aside anyway. He relished the annoyance that flickered before sweeping out of the room. 

     “We should congratulate them, non?” The two followed without a word -- Sebastian closing the door with a click that he thought sounded a bit too final. 

          ~~~

     It had been over a month and the large hourglass was once again nearly full. It was nearly time. Le Comte had watched Arthur and Sakiko be happy, unwilling to do anything to cast a shadow of unease over them, and played the perfect indulgent host. The only shadow he had cast was over the hourglass Sakiko had inadvertently claimed her first night in the mansion. Every night, before falling into uneasy sleep, he would watch the sands swirl and remember when they had been pink instead of blue. It only took two nights of this for him to remember that hourglasses can be reset. It took four to recall that it was more than a theory, although it took six for him to realize that he knew it wasn’t a theory because it had worked before. The month was halfway over when he remembered that he had done it before.

     Pieces of the puzzle trickled in as he continued to watch over the hourglass. The residents’s hourglasses were locked away, rewound and then frozen in time, and could not be changed. Hers was not frozen and flipping hers erased the timeline. It had little impact on the other hourglasses -- the grains of pink that represented her simply faded into their respective colors one by one until she was gone. They were still vampires, they would still meet her -- they just wouldn’t remember. A clean slate. A third chance...or was it a fourth? He wished that he could remember, but the very second she accepted a place in the mansion his own sands lost her color like the others. A way to make it fair, he supposed, as fair as it could be. His power would reawaken his memory once he touched her dyed hourglass. A failsafe. A curse. His gaze returned to the oversized hourglass as the final sands fell into place. It was time. 

     “Your body, your heart, and your destiny...” Le Comte whirled the hourglass around its suspended chain several times before letting it come to a stop, staring with grim satisfaction as the sands poured unnaturally quickly into the opposite chamber. He watched as the color steadily changed to an impressionable, but boring white. A pause. The roar of the sands echoed in his ears, seemingly taunting him for his decision, as some unknown magic took hold of the sand. It changed back to pink, your color, with agonizing slowness. Once it finished, he etched a heart on the glass with a single finger. The sand briefly turned to spun gold, glowing like the power he could still feel sparking his veins and lighting his eyes, and held the heart shape. A traced image of glittering gold that seemed to pulse in time with his own. He hated watching it fade -- hopefully it would not fade again. He finished his plea on a reverent whisper. 

     “Please, ma chérie, give them to me.”

~~~ 

     Night had fallen much later than he had been expecting. His sense of time had always been a bit disorientated, but being pulled from death’s loving embrace only to be thrust right back into the empty embrace of existence had nearly destroyed it. Or should he say neatly destroyed it? All it had taken was a single bite -- a very neat and clean one. The thought caused him to stop short of the window, but it only held his attention for a brief moment. He had a banquet to attend and a fellow author to tease if only to see the usually well-spoken man stutter. Sakiko had really peeled away all of his layers to reveal a man as easy to fluster as his dear apple. His cheeks didn’t flush nearly as pretty as a color, but it was still worth it. He was actually happy -- he was sure it reached his eyes occasionally -- that she had ignored his warning that day in the garden. With a soft grunt, he lifted the window and prepared to clamber inside. Sakiko was staring at him in bemusement again. He lifted his hand in greeting. 

     *”Well, well, would you look at that? I’m a little late, aren’t I? ...In we go.” A quick glance had told him that the usual suspects were all there, though he found it a bit odd that Arthur and Sakiko weren’t sitting intimately close together like usual. Lost in that thought, his sleeve caught on the rough edge of the windowsill. Lovely. Dazai purposefully pulled at the sleeve in a way that wouldn’t actually help, knowing that with each passing second Sebastian’s eyes would twitch with increasing annoyance. A rip was well worth that -- even if he was forced at needlepoint to fix it himself. Issac said something. He hadn’t heard it exactly, but he could guess. 

     *”And keep everyone waiting? No, no, the window was much faster.” It was a familiar argument and his response was the same every time. Maybe Issac should be creative and come at the argument from a different angle. Maybe he should try using the window. The smile on his face was unaffected by the glares he received from most of the table. It remained as he easily unhooked the tiny thread from the edge that was keeping him prisoner -- if only it had actually been that easy in life. Sakiko was still eyeing him, so he gave his first greeting to her, uncaring of the affection that colored his tone and words. She looked uncomfortable as she responded, so he attempted to put her at ease with a neutral statement about dinner. Normally she would agree with him -- she loved Sebas-kun’s cooking with a fervor that always made him chuckle -- but her eyes slid away. What had Arthur done? He was seconds from asking when the master of the house spoke. 

     *”You arrived just in time. We were all introducing ourselves to our guest.” The tone was cool and tempered, but Dazai knew a warning when he heard one. He looked up and down the table for someone new, head still firmly facing Sakiko so she would know that he would be talking with her next. He would find out what had happened. A sense of unease crawled up his spine as his search proved futile. There was no one new here. He faced Le Comte. 

     *”You’d like me to introduce myself?” He couldn’t stop his surprise from coloring his tone. He hoped his question would be answered. Le Comte was just as good at dodging inquiries as he was. The unease doubled as Issac coughed in the general direction of Sakiko. She stared at him as if he were a stranger. A stranger. Ah. He’s done this before. He felt apathy settle on his shoulders like a mantle, the familiar weight threatening to drag him down, but a part of his brain knew that this girl would rip it off like she had done before: it was just a matter of time. Issac coughed again, louder this time, and he knew that if he waited any longer Le Comte would become suspicious. That wouldn’t do. He wondered what her name was this time: not Sakiko, not Hana, not Fusao, not Chiyo...it would take him a while to remember when someone finally bothered to tell him, but he would remember it. Dazai was good with names.

~~~

     Night had fallen much more quickly than he had expected. This had soured his mood, but he knew that lateness would not be permitted or excused. The carriage trip to the mansion had always seemed so long, but the script sitting next to him on the empty seats raised his spirits to be almost giddy. When was the last time he had been in such elation of spirit? A bump in the road disoriented his thoughts, but it was his glance to his fallen script that dispelled his mood. With a reluctant eye, he scanned the first few pages as the carriage pulled just past the gate. The words were turning color from feathered black ink to gold: a gold that he had seen numerous times before. His expression was hard as the coachman finally got around to opening his door. He knew entering the mansion was useless -- a fool’s errand -- but he would dutifully play his part. Setting the papers aside, he watched as the words on the top page slithered off to form tiny piles of golden dust. All that time -- erased. He went halfway to the door of the mansion, knowing that he was hidden from view, and counted to a reasonable passage of time before turning around. 

     *”I’ve decided not to stay.” Shakespeare didn’t need to bother hiding the tiny amount of bitterness in his voice -- it was as believable as the first time he had said it so many times ago. The coachman seemed surprised, but as if it were rehearsed, only perfunctorily questioned him. Perhaps it was rehearsed. He gave him an answer as he always did. 

     *”Capricious Fate has invited a guest of fairer mien than mine to take my chair.” Capricious as the dust that blew away when the carriage door was opened. He watched it go, settling himself on the seats, as he forced his voice to convey resentment instead of the desperation that wanted to be heard: *“Hers is center stage tonight, though I shan’t stay to see how she performs.” He couldn’t stay. One glance at her would reveal himself. He had yet another part to practice upon this stage. He knew his lines.  

     *”O, what upturned expectations have come at the arrival of this...new player?” Still not perfect -- Shakespeare had hesitated. That would surely reveal him. A thoughtful hum interrupted his internal thoughts. His eyes widened in surprise -- he had thought he was speaking to himself, as he had every other cursed rehearsal, but the coachman was still standing with his hand on the carriage door. The man scratched at his chin, eyeing Shakespeare’s formally casual wear and discarded script, before turning around to stare at the opulent mansion. The coachman’s expression was sympathetic and kind as he turned back around.  

     “There will be another chance, monsieur,” He laughed, giving the script and the stunned playwright a wink, before finishing in an overblown theatrical voice: “‘all that glitters is not gold.’” He gave the mansion one more disgusted look before gently closing the carriage door. A few short minutes later the carriage lurched forward. Shakespeare shook off his shock  -- and bemusement, the man had quoted his own words to him. Was he to play his part once again? Was he to find which part she was to play? She had already played a forlorn and frozen violet’s precious maiden, an immortal inventor’s mortal beloved, and most recently the adored red, red rose of one who slept among many petals. She had even kissed the sleeping emperor and turned him into a man.  

     A divot in the road caused the coach to rattle unsteadily, sending the formerly finished script into further disarray. A tiny hint of an unbalanced smile caressed his lips as he watched his own name fade from black to gold to dust. A woman of many names, many parts -- no wonder she haunted him from that first glance so many times ago. No matter, he can play his parts once again. 

~~~

     The room was, to most, eerily silent. He found that worked well for him. However, the quiet was going to be broken by his own requests to Sebastian and the soft crackling of the fire hidden within its grate. Subtle mind games were not necessary as he knew it would only be a few seconds before you spoke. He also didn’t want attention drawn to the numerous hourglasses dotting his walls anyway just in case you should ask about them this time. Not that you would. If he remembered correctly, you would reject his offer of tea and immediately ask him your impossible question -- how would you get back -- even when the real question burning your tongue and crying from your eyes was a question of “when” you would get back. It was much too early to tell the truth. He would be a gentleman and soften his omission by answering the question you voiced out loud. Dinner ended and Le Comte brought you to his suite. It all happened exactly as he remembered. He sipped his tea as you seemingly processed all of the information, doubt and suspicion etched on your face, preparing for your second impossible question. 

     *”And who are you, Comte, that you have collected some of history’s greatest figures to live here in your mansion?” The tone was just as accusatory as he remembered, but the guilt that squirmed in his stomach at the tone was more recent. One or two turns of the hourglass ago perhaps. He shifted his eyes away to glance to the side, unable to make eye contact even though he knew just how dubious it made him look, and gave his usual deflection. You seemed unimpressed and tried to wiggle your way out of staying in the mansion. That wouldn’t be allowed to happen. A few strong armed suggestions painted in the softest manner he could achieve, an assurance that you weren’t imposing -- guilt climbed upwards to poke at his heart -- and a civil conversation about the residents you had yet to meet culminated in his old friend’s sudden appearance. 

     “Are you the one, cara mia, that was taking so long?” Leonardo’s words were different from last time, although the general idea was the same. He had the feeling that someone else in the mansion retained some memories, but he also knew the feeling to be a manifestation of his own paranoia. He knew you were erased from memory -- he had twirled your hourglass himself just that afternoon. Nonetheless, Le Comte watched his friend closely. He shoved down the feeling of jealousy that tried to rear its ugly head when he saw you in his lap, flustered beyond words, and swallowed his snarl when Leonardo tried to undermine his ability to take care of and please her with his warning. She had been happy every other time in his mansion, in his Lady’s suite, and he was always one of the first to discover her missing. He grimaced at these thoughts. Guilt was now a stab so painful that it took all of his self control to not drop down and beg your forgiveness for his actions. Fortunately, or unfortunately as it may more accurately be stated, Sebastian was already leading you away to your room. He didn’t dare follow. 

     That night, he fell into an uneasy sleep. He was almost glad for his upcoming loss of memory just so he could occasionally rest at night again -- not that he really needed it. Sleep was an indulgence most of the time. Your hourglass was glowing faintly on the shelf. The pink light coming from the pink sands, as of yet undyed by any hand, seemed to call to him. That was all the convincing he needed to gently bring the hourglass down from the shelf, cradling it in his palm as he climbed onto his bed. He had just settled himself when the hourglass suddenly began to burn. In shock, he dropped it and barely managed to keep it from tumbling to the ground. Le Comte took the still burning hourglass and placed it near him on the pillow. You must be unsettled. He started to breathe in slow, methodical breaths in an effort to calm even if you couldn’t feel it. He gently patted the top of the delicate, gold-lined hourglass with affection. 

     The pinks sands flashed blood red, causing his own blood to run chill with apprehension and fangs to peep out in anticipation. He tapped down the longing filling his soul -- she was still distressed and he owed her his attempts at comfort -- and etched a soothing, swirling pattern on the glass. He welcomed the burning sensation as a punishment for his turn of the hourglass. A sin that he would gladly take upon himself, again and again, as long as it meant he could have another if she chose another. Gold dust followed his fingers as he stirred the sands from the outside. A frantic pulse seemed to fight the additional color, but the pink eventually intermingled with gold. Once the two were fully mixed, the sands slowed to lethargic pace. It was a beautiful sight. One that he wanted. 

     *“I want it all. Your body, your heart...and your destiny.” The sands pulsed once more, removing his golden dust from the pink in one fell swoop. He placed the hourglass on his bedside table and turned to face the wall. He also owed you some privacy. He would be seeing you tomorrow anyways. He would have another chance. With a small smile, Le Comte drifted off to sleep with dreams of a delicate, gold-lined hourglass filled with pink and gold sand and your arms affectionately wrapped around him in a hug. He would happy with just that, although he yearned for more and maybe this time...you will give them to him.

~~~

Tagging: @edgarbright I hope you don’t mind, but it was a theory and Le Comte-centric. @impracticaldemon I wrote something~! :D 

[atopearth]

Ikemen Vampire Part 12 - Sebastian Route

I'm excited for Sebastian!! He's the only human and he's from the same era and country as the heroine, so I think it would be nice to see how they bond. Kinda cliche to have the accidental kiss when falling to make them notice each other as it being possible for them to have something beyond friends but I guess we'll see what happens~ Lol it's kinda crazy how self-conscious the heroine is now. It was nice of Sebastian to properly acknowledge it to have happened by apologising even though it wasn't his fault. Hahaha it was obvious Sebastian wasn't his real name but it's really cute how dedicated he is to making the guys comfortable whilst observing them haha. Lmao at Sebastian asking the heroine to spy on them as well🤣 Awwww!! I love how happily they shared their observation reports at the end of the day, it was so cutee!! Jean calling macarons mararons and Mozart having a soft spot for Jean was so sweet to see hahaha, if only Sebastian got to see it in real life haha.

The heroine observing Sebastian and writing it down in the journal as well is so cute!! I honestly think it's adorable to watch Sebastian get all giddy over the guys too so I agree with her🥲 It was obvious that Sebastian was gravely sick, but to think that it's a terminal illness... It was also sad to know that he feels that he has no place back in his world because his existence made his cousin unhappy. His uncle wanted him to be the successor of his business because he's a man, but his cousin had been working so hard since she was young to be the successor and there was probably no doubt she would be until Akihiko/Sebastian appeared in their life. It's depressing to know that Akihiko lost his family, found a new one with his uncle but then lost it again because he felt like he had no place in their life and only interfered with it, and then now he's dying? He's never gotten to even properly live truthfully to himself! I don't know what's right or wrong, but I'm sure Sebastian loves them and that's why he left so they could be happy, so knowing that he's going to die here alone pains me, especially since he's not planning on telling anyone and just wants to disappear when it's his time to go. I'm glad the heroine went around hoping to find more medicine for Sebastian, but Faust is right, Sebastian doesn't have a strong desire to live, and that's probably making him feel worse. On another note, I find it so adorable how all the guys are staying at the mansion more so they can visit Sebastian, it's so cute!! Especially when Isaac gave him an apple pie hahaha. It's so nice that even when Sebastian is sick, he can still continue his journal.

I find it really saddening to hear from Sebastian that he finds there is nothing of worth in this world to warrant him living an eternity for it. It's tough for both Sebastian and the heroine.I feel bad for Napoleon that he ended up hurting Sebastian but I'm also glad for it because it helped the heroine express her feelings, and it made Sebastian understand how much she wanted him to not give up on life and look forward to the future and feel like he can live alongside her if not for anything else. What I find the most saddening about this situation is that Sebastian finally wanted to live a normal life facing his illness, but Faust is basically turning him into a vampire to "heal" him. If it was going to be like this, I wish Sebastian took up le Comte's offer instead and became a vampire of his own will. Lmao at Isaac and Dazai watching Sebastian and the heroine clean up together and feed each other food lol. It's really so heartbreaking to see Sebastian want to live but now be so scared of stuff like the medicine not working or that he'll suddenly die when he actually has hopes for the future now. I don't want him to suffer so much when he deserves the best now😭😭 I can't believe even rouge wasn't enough to satiate Sebastian's thirst, this is more terrible than I thought, especially since he ended up biting the heroine and I'm sure he'll blame himself😭 It was so sad seeing both him and the heroine try to protect each other and sacrifice themselves for the other, so I'm glad that Faust actually had a way to heal Sebastian's illness and make him "human" again. I think the romantic ending was pretty sweet. I loved seeing Sebastian teach the residents how to cook in preparation of the day that he and the heroine may leave to go back to their time so Akihiko can face his family again without running away.

Overall, Sebastian's route was pretty nice but the way they solved everything was pretty lacklustre haha. I enjoyed how the heroine became as excited as him in terms of writing observations into the journal and then eventually noticing that she was in love with Sebastian when a lot of her observations were about him. It was also really sweet to see how everyone in the mansion cared so much about Sebastian, it was actually really touching because it really showed how much care and effort Sebastian put into caring for all of them, and they all appreciated it. I also enjoyed seeing the heroine try her best to get Sebastian have the will to live again, and she didn't do anything dramatic, but just the sincerity of her actions and her thoughts made him think that maybe he shouldn't give up so easily, and I love how we got to see Sebastian have to deal with the idea that now he wanted to live, but will his illness let him? The whole thing was solved very simply though so it made me feel like I worried for nothing, and I kinda hoped they would deal with that aspect better but it was okay I guess, I still liked it haha.

[ikemenshakespeare]

Hi again! Sorry for sending this in a bit late but thank you for letting me request!! 🤗💖 Since we both love Napoleon I was wondering if it would be alright to ask for a fic/headcanons (whichever you want! ^^) for Napoleon with a Reader who can fly? I know, odd request, but I’m interested to see your interpretation! ^^ Thanks so much again! ❤️💞✨

“Napoleon!” Isaac burst through the doors leading into the dining room, he was panting heavily. The frantic tone in his voice had Napoleon on his feet immediately.

“What’s wrong?” Before issac had the chance to respond you came rushing in after him looking just as frantic. You completely ignored his presence, all your energy aimed towards Isaac.

“Whoa whoa whoa- wait just a minute! We didn’t agree to this! This was supposed to stay between you and I!” The words rushed out of your mouth so fast it was as if you’d vomit them. Your hand slapped across your mouth and you stood wide eyed, pale as a ghost. Napoleon narrowed his eyes at you. What could you be hiding that you couldn’t tell your own boyfriend... and yet you told Isaac? Napoleon wasn’t one to get jealous but what he felt was undeniable.

“You two are keeping secrets now? Didn’t realize you’d grown so close.” Issac sighed loudly.

“Honestly! We hardly have time for a lovers quarrel!...” mostly from the shock of being told off Napoleon decided to keep his mouth shut for the time being. Isaac never showed this side of himself either. It was a day of firsts and it wasn’t about to end there although you wished it would. You gave it one last desperate attempt and interjected again.

“But- you told me you were going to get something, NOT someone! What are you planning to use Napoleon’s help for?” Deadly serious Issac looked at the man in question.

“Napoleon, what do you think of the idea of flying?” At first he cocked his head quizzically at the question. Did he mean flying as in what Jupiter does? Or was he referring to the stories of machines you’d told him about, the ones that fly freely through the air in your time? Running those thoughts through his mind he realized they didn’t make sense, considering he already knew about those things. Instead of trying to get in Issaac’s fast moving mind he asked him to elaborate. Within thirty minutes issac had laid out a theory on human flight, physically, and it sounded like nonsense to him. Isaac had been walking while he talked, the two of you following at his back. Next thing you knew he’d led the two of you all the way outside the mansion and to a clearing. It seemed to be a field of grass and flowers, then their appeared to be a sudden drop off... a cliff. Glancing your way Napoleon could tell with every step forward you were becoming more nervous. He stopped in his tracks.

“I mean no offense when I say this, but you’re sounding less like a genius and more like a mad man by the minute. Something like that couldn’t happen.”

“To tell you the truth, I don’t fully understand it myself... like I said before, I can only theorize how it’s happening. But I can assure you it’s true, I’ve seen it with my own eyes.” Issac looked to you. Your heart beat out your chest, a nauseous feeling coming over you. “It’s MC, I’ve seen her do it. She’d come to me a couple months ago saying their may be something wrong with her. That something about herself had changed since passing through those doors of Le Comtes. When she told me what that something was I laughed and said the same thing you did. That it’s not possible...” Bewildered Napoleon glanced between the two of you, then shook his head disagreeing.

“It is possible Napoleon, and I know how it sounds but at the end of the day it’s just as crazy as saying their’s a mansion full of vampires... and yet that’s all true, right? I’m really sorry for not telling you before... I was just scared.” After finally hearing the words come from your mouth, Napoleon seemed to trust it. Although he remained curious.

“So how’d you prove this to Isaac in the first place?” The conversation was bouncing from person to person, Napoleon thought he’d been speaking to you and yet it was Isaac who answered.

“Bloody hell! She only flung herself off the second story balcony right in front of me!” You snapped back immediately at his curt responce.

“You just said so yourself that you’d been laughing at me, You thought I was just spouting off like a fool! I was really worried at the time ya know!” You crossed your arms over your chest pouting. Surprising the both of you Napoleon started laughing.

“I don’t know how it is I can help in this situation, but after hearing all your theories and stories I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to see you fly first hand.” As the nerves began to build in your stomach again, Issac smirked.

“We’ve tested things out a few times so I don’t see why we couldn’t give you a demonstration.” All to quickly the three of you made your way to the edge of the cliff. Issac positioned you so your arms were out streched wide, your back facing the drop off. Issac quickly shrugged off his coat and handed it to you. The knuckles in your left hand turned white from how tightly you were squeezing it. You could only stare on at the two of them while Issac began to explain. “This is the same routine we’ve been doing the past couple days. I’ll set MC up in different ways then ask her to fall back. She can choose whether to zoom about or stay in one place. Either way she’ll stay levitated. However, I noticed her hair flowed in strange ways even when she wasn’t moving. Even if the air was still and she wasn’t physically moving her hair and clothing appeared to have no sense of gravity to them. The last thing I did before coming to look for you was have MC take my sweater with her when she jumped.” Issac turned to you and nodded, signaling you to jump. Even the thought of putting on this show for Napoleon made you so anxious you wanted to pass out. somehow though, you managed and fell back. For only a moment you disappeared below where they could see you. You heard what you could assume to be napoleons rapid foot steps approaching the edge. A stifled scream of your name caught in his throat. It was caught there because no sooner has he ran to the edge, did you come rising up. Your hair and clothing levitated in the light breeze along with Issac’s sweater which seemed to be floating on its own beside you. You knew better though. “Do you see it Napoleon?? The sweater is floating aswell! I’m quite positive anything MC is touching while she’s in the air will have this same effect. And that’s why we called you here.” Napoleon looked only at you, star struck by the sight he was seeing. If there was such a thing as a goddess you must’ve been one, that’s what he was thinking. If not for your overall beauty and pure personality alone, this most defenitly set you apart from any other women he’d seen. You were frozen in midair. The time of day was at its best with golden hour on the rise, it approached your skin leaving you stained in its colors. Gorgeous. You came back to the moutains edge, knocking Napoleon out of his trance.

“I can’t allow him to jump with me! That’s just crazy! We don’t know if the same thing will happen if it’s something as heavy as another human!”

“I’ll go.” He responded to quickly for you to wrap your head around. You faced Napoleon, confusion spreading wide across your face.

“You both must be crazy then!”

“This is actually rather perfect if you ask me. I knew to ask Napoleon to do this over anyone else for two reasons. One obviously being because he’d do anything as long as it was beside his beloved,” you both blushed furiously at that. “And two because he’s the only man crazy enough and the only man to survive a fall off a cliff before.” The last part he winked.

“That’s a bad joke!” You weren’t any less worried and yet Napoleon’s contagious laughter reached your ears once again.

“But most importantly that was actually three reasons, come now Issac. You’re supposed to be mr. smarty pants, am I right?” For obvious reasons Issac didn’t look offended, he knew this was Napoleons way of agreeing to the expeirment for certain. Napoleon took your hand in his and gave you the look of a fearless hero.

“Well, what are you waiting for? We have to get in position, don’t we?” Issac got the two of you settled on the side of the cliff and explained to Napoleon how to relax himself as much as possible. You waited for the count down.

“Alright then! Three, Two-” Your body began to fall even before you’d let yourself go. Your breath stopped as you watched Napoleon. His eyes were shut and he was the one pulling you over the edge. He had a light smile on his face, so beauitful and vulnerable. Almost as if he could sense your tension without even seeing you he spoke aloud.

“Don’t worry MC, I believe in you. I know that when I open my eyes that I’ll be in for one of the best views and experiences of my life. You won’t let me down.” Your heart was full and you already felt your body light as air and wouldn’t ya know, Napoleon was right by your side in mid air as you swam through the blue/orange skies overhead. His eyes were fluttering open now and his mouth dropped in astonishment. It was more beauitful and amazing then he’d imagined. You’d taken him up high and could only see a small Issac standing at the moutains edge, he was faliling his arms like the mad man he was becoming as he scribbled things down in his note book furiously. You grabbed napoleons other hand and the two of you were still in what seemed like heaven.

“Thank you for believing in me Napoleon. I love you.” You couldn’t tell for sure if it was the sunset hues or a blush which creeped upon his face in that moment. Only that he looked more sweet then he’d ever had before, at the top of the world with you.

[worlds-smallestviolin]

Petty Revenge pt1

Note: I started playing Mozart's route, and boy, does he know how to push my buttons (I know I'll probably fall for him eventually, though). MC being her sweet and innocent self, is all like "I'll get him to like me", while I just wish I could punch him. So it got me thinking: what if instead of forgiving ball of sunshine, our MC was someone who was not above messing with the boys to get some payback. Also, let me know in comments if you’d like a part 2.

Mozart:

Traveling through time to 19th century, only to find herself trapped in a mansion full of prominent historical figures, who also happen to be vampires, MC was not exactly having a good time.

Well, seeing as there was no going home for a whole month, she offered her help around the mansion, which is how she came to be responsible for delivering a breakfast next morning to one Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, AKA His Royal Rudeness.He used every opportunity to remind her how annoyed he was that she was even here, which is something she had no control over.

After exhausting all her energy on trying to talk to him only to get showered with insults, she finally gives up. If he wants to hate her, she will give him a good reason for that.

The hardest part was finding the right moment to carry out her plan. He rarely left the mansion and spent most of his time in the music room. Finally, after being asked by le Comte, he leaves one night to perform at the ball. She picks up tools that she managed to “borrow” without Sebastian noticing, and with a smile on her face heads to the music room.

Next morning, after setting down his cup of coffee and music sheets, Mozart sat down in front of his piano, only for the bench to let out a laud creak. He froze up, then moved slightly, as if to make sure that really happened. And sure enough, there was that sound again.

Not wanting to deal with it at the moment, he tried playing while sitting stiff as a board, making sure to only move his hands, but even that was followed by that annoying noise, so he marched out of room, frustration written all over his face.

He got Leonardo to fix it for him, only for the bench to start creaking again a few days later. He found himself in a never-ending cycle, fix the problem, only to have it reappear, sometimes even later the same day. One day, he stormed out of music room, red faced and eyebrows scrunched up with anger, and went to the town to buy a new one, hoping to finally put the matter to rest. It didn’t work.

Maybe it’s telling you that you’re fat attitude should go on a diet. MC stood at the door, gazing at Mozart leaning defeated over piano. He turns, seeing her smirk, realization finally dawns on him. But as she walks away, he simply stands there, mouth open, having to many things to say, but being too exhausted to voice them.

Theo:

She didn’t think that he ever used her name, sometimes she doubted that he even knew it. No, to him she was Hondje, a dog. And when he wasn’t busy calling her one, he was busy comparing her or treating her as one. That he claimed to like dogs did little to make her feel okay with it.

No amount of polite asking did anything to change this. Fine. There were other ways to get the message across. It was Sebastian who gave her a perfect idea, letting her know an interesting little detail about Theo. Honestly, the amount of information that guy had on the residents was frightening.

It was a long day for Theo. After spending it running across town, selling paintings, trying to butter up stuck up nobles, and then getting into a fight with those assholes from L’ Academie, he was really looking forward to seeing his bed.

After he checked up on Vincent, who was still painting despite the late hour, he headed to his room, only to run into MC in hallway. Hondje, you’re still up? He expected her to pout, as she always does when he calls her that, but instead she greets him with a smile. Just finished my chores. I was on my way to my room. And as she passed by him, her smile growing even bigger, she adds Good Night, Theo. Something in the tone of her voice told him she was up to something, but he was too tired to deal with it tonight.

Finally arriving at his door, he opens them, light from the hallway spilling into his room, and he freezes. It’s a miracle how he managed not to let out a scream, or how he was even able to lift his hand and pinch his cheek to insure that what he was seeing was real.

His room was filled with cats. Not a cat, which was terrifying enough. Cats. Ten, he thinks, though it’s difficult to count them due to them jumping all over the place.

Somehow managing to close the door, he practically runs back to Vincent’s room. He grabs him by the sleeve, like a little boy, and stuttering explains to his brother what’s wrong. Vincent enlisted Arthur to help, and between the two of them, they soon got all the cats out into the garden.

After he cautiously walked into his room, Theo found a note on his bed. 

Just letting you know, I’m more of a cat person.

Arthur:

To put it simply, Arthur was a walking, talking, breathing sexual harassment. MC could deal with his flirting; him trying to bite her, however, was another matter entirely. He gave her some kind of apology, saying how he did it because he wanted to warn her about vampires, because words are apparently overrated. 

He continued to flirt, seemingly unaware of what personal space means, and well, it was quite exhausting. She wanted to punch him so many times, but she knew that would do little to solve the problem, it might even encourage him.

Watching his interaction with Dazai, who seems to be the only person capable of getting under his skin, gave her an idea, something very simple.

Arthur was heading to the library, intent on doing some research for the book he was working on; only to find it occupied by one very pretty skirt. She had her head in the book and didn’t appear to have noticed him walk in.

Smirk on his face, he slowly approached her, already picturing her little gasp of surprise that was sure to be followed by a glare, as he set next to her and threw his arm around her shoulder. But her reaction wasn’t what he expected, in fact there was no reaction, she simply turned her head and looked at him. 

He was taken aback for a second, but than flirt mode was back on. He went on and on, teasing her and complimenting her, yet she didn’t blush or said anything. She just kept looking at him, eyes narrowed in concentration, as if she forgot something, and was trying hard to remember it. Noticing this, he too fell silent, and for a moment they simply stared at each other. Suddenly, her eyes went wide, she snapped her fingers, smile appearing on her face. It’s Sherlock, right? I’m sorry, I’m not very good with names. 

From then on every time he talked to her, she referred to him as Sherlock or that guy who wrote Sherlock. To make matters worse, Dazai joined in on the game.

Sebastian:

He is a perfectionist and very strict, understandable considering his occupation. She didn’t mind that; after all she volunteered to help around the mansion, which quickly proved to be a not so easy task. She understood that she needed to learn the ropes as quickly as possible, otherwise she’d just make things more difficult for Sebastian, so his constructive criticism didn’t bother her too much.

What did bother her, however, was his passive-aggressiveness. He would always make some snide remark, delivering it in a way that left her unable to reply lest she end up being the rude one. Add to that his habit of flicking her forehead, as if she was a little child, and well... He had it coming.

 So one night, after diner she was volunteered into cleaning up the kitchen by herself, after being flicked again, because a single spoon wasn’t polished to Sebastian’s standards.

 The next morning, Sebastian walked into the kitchen, part of him expecting to find something out of the ordinary, after all we are talking about MC. The kitchen was spotless and nothing appeared to be unusual, at least not at first glance. Feeling relieved, he went on to start preparing breakfast and make coffee for the residents.

He opened the first cupboard to take out coffee cups, and stared at it in shock. Gone were the cups, as well as all glasses that were supposed to be there as well. Instead he was greeted by plates that should be in a different cabinet. And not only were they misplaced, they were stacked completely out of order, piled in one disorganized mess, rim soup bowl on top of a salad plate, on top of a dinner plate, on top of a bread and butter plate, and so on.

He proceeded to the other cupboards and drawers, his horror growing with each one opened. He found saucers in the drawer where utensils were supposed to be, cups and glasses where plates used to be kept, spoons, forks and knives all mixed together, frying pans, cooking pots, spices, all piled in one giant nightmare.

It is a miracle how he managed not to have a heart attack. He started pacing, hands running through his hair in frustration, desperate to figure out how to begin putting kitchen back in order. It was at this point that MC walked in with a cheery Good morning!, soon to be followed by the rest of the residents.

What happened here?, asked le Comte. Looks like Sebas loves cleaning so much, he does it in his sleep, only not as successfully as when awake, MC said, and before he could deny it, the boys were already cracking jokes about it, while he was left desperate to try and maintain his cool.

Later she was left alone to clean up her mess, which was fine, she wasn’t trying to make Sebastian’s job more difficult, she simply wanted to get a reaction out of him. She paused for a moment to rub a red mark on her forehead. He flicked her so hard, she was sure her brain did a flip. Worth it, she grinned, Wait until he finds out I changed the order of keys on his key chain.

[fieryanmitsu]

A Taste of Home | Ikemen Vampire – (Sebastian/Female MC)

I had this idea outlined for almost two months, but didn’t have a chance to actually write it out during  @unappreciatedotomelove’s “Unappreciated Character Month” back in June! My goal was to finish writing before the end of July so that I could at least pretend to contribute this to the event! OTL Luckily, I was able to squeeze in some writing in between work the past few days!!

For this piece, I decided to focus on our lovable butler! Sebastian is actually one of my favourite characters from IkeVamp, and I’m very excited to finally write something for him! This is actually my first time writing for IkeVamp in general, as well, but hopefully it won’t be the last!!

Just going to quickly tag @b1a4seeyou – I’m sooooooo so late, but here’s that Sebastian fic I was talking about, haha!! Also tagging @otonymous and @pseudofaux! No pressure at all, but if either of you have some time, I’d really appreciate hearing your thoughts - especially with Sebastian’s characterization (and since I’ve finally written something in a fandom you’re both active for)!! ☺️

Please enjoy~!

A TASTE OF HOME

Written for “Unappreciated Character Month”

PROMPT: Day 19 – Being ill

CHARACTERS: Sebastian, Female MC

PAIRING: Sebastian/Female MC

My fanfic masterpost: Here

AO3: Link in my Blog Menu

It was an unfamiliar feeling for Sebastian – this consistent throbbing in his head and rawness in his throat. He prided himself on his resilience and excellent immune system, after all. Yet, here he was, flat on his back on a plush mattress, his cheeks flushed with a fever.

The historian couldn’t even remember the last time he had been sick. It certainly hadn’t happened since he had arrived at M. le Comte’s mansion, at the very least. Even though – for months and months on end – he had single-handedly taken care of the cleaning and cooking for all the residents of the mansion with nary a break, he had never taken a sick day.  

As he pondered his recent medical history – or lack thereof – a distant memory flickered across his mind. A memory from many years past and a previous life. However, before his fever-addled brain could grasp it firmly, his bedroom door creaked open.

“How are you feeling, Sebastian?” the newest resident of their mansion asked as she pushed a trolley into the room and quietly closed the door behind her.

“I’ve been better,” he replied dryly, before a cough wracked his body.

“I’ve brought your medicine, and something for you to eat,” the young woman responded with a sympathetic smile. “Can you sit up?”

Sebastian grunted and managed to move his arms, heavy with fatigue, and propped himself up into a seated position. He leaned back against the plush pillows and sighed wearily. Once he was settled, his colleague proffered him several small pellets and a glass of water.

Swallowing the bitter medicine, he watched as the woman next to him lifted the lid off his meal.

“Is that... rice porridge?” he asked incredulously.

“It is! Are you surprised? But, when I heard you were sick… well, I just knew that it had to be rice porridge – there’s just nothing quite like it when you’re not feeling well, right?” she replied. “I added in some minced chicken for protein, too – so that you can get your strength back up.”

Sebastian could only stare speechlessly as she set a serving tray over his lap and placed the piping hot bowl in front of him, along with a couple of ramekins and a saltshaker.

“I couldn’t get my hands on any pickled plums or the other really Japanese toppings, but Dazai was able to find some fresh ginger and scallions for me. He was so excited to hear that I was cooking Japanese food, he scoured the foreign markets for hours to find the ginger, you know,” she chattered, a chuckle slipping past her lips. “Oh, and here’s another one for your diary: Napoleon wouldn’t stop hovering as I cooked – he was so fascinated with the concept of rice porridge that he sat and watched the pot almost the entire time it cooked.”

“I have no idea what diary you’re speaking of,” he retorted automatically with a frown. If only his arms didn’t feel so heavy, he would flick her in the forehead for that comment.

Apparently ignoring him, she turned her attention to the tray and seasoned the rice porridge with a dash of salt and sprinkled on some julienned ginger and slivers of scallion. Mixing the porridge gently, she scooped up a small spoon and blew on it carefully before lifting it to hover in front of his mouth.

“Say ‘ahh’,” she instructed, eyes crinkling with a mischievous smile.

Cheeks flushed – from the fever, or something else, he wasn’t quite sure – Sebastian hesitated, eyes flickering to the door. Confirming that it was indeed firmly shut, he finally leaned forward and took a bite.

The taste was so nostalgic that he became overwhelmed. The fleeting memory from earlier now slammed into him like a truck. And, suddenly, he was in university again – when he had collapsed in his apartment after weeks of stress, overexertion and lack of proper meals and sleep. With his completed thesis safely handed in to his professor, his body had finally surrendered. It was his sister that had found him on the floor, hours later.

He had eaten rice porridge back then, too, with ginger and scallions – they had been his sister’s garnishes of choice since childhood. And, as the taste lingered in his mouth and the warmth of the porridge slid down his throat, spreading through to the tips of his fingers, he felt another unfamiliar feeling prickling at his eyes.

When was the last time he had cried, either?

“Oh no!! Was it too hot?! You’re tearing up!” the woman beside him cried in panic.

“No, it’s fine. Stop flapping around,” he responded with a sigh, closing his eyes for a moment, regaining his composure.

“Oh, thank goodness,” she sighed, her hand pressing against her chest in relief. “How does it taste, anyway?”

Sebastian paused. Instinctually, he wanted to say: ‘It tastes good’; which wasn’t a lie. Though, he honestly would have been quite concerned if it hadn’t been palatable considering it was just rice and water. However, another word had popped into his head instead.

‘Home.’

It tasted like home.

Sebastian’s always so unflappable and competent, I just thought it’d be really cute to see him helpless, for once! Also, I was actually trying to figure out how long Sebastian’s been at the mansion – I haven’t read all of the routes yet and couldn’t remember if it was mentioned in any of the routes I did read – but I wasn’t able to find the answer easily, so I left it kind of vague. I know that, in his birthday story, he mentioned that he hadn’t seen his sister in years, but he didn’t specify if it was because he was at the mansion or if he was already estranged from her previously. If anyone does know the answer, I’d love to know!

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this little fic! Please feel free to leave your thoughts – I love hearing what readers think! If you’re interested in my other entry for the “Unappreciated Character Month”, I also wrote a quick piece for Ikemen Sengoku as well (found here). I plan to round out my entries with one more piece – for Ikemen Revolution – so please stay tuned for that in the next couple of days!

Thank you so much for reading and any reblogs are always appreciated!

-Anmitsu

[tartagilicious]

I know this is kind of a weird ask but could I get a mc not telling the ikevamp boys about her birthday and they find out by stumbling upon her id from the future or something? My birthday is the 10th and I honestly would forget to tell them my birthday unless they asked so I wonder what they would do or react.

don’t worry, that’s totally not weird at all! I did technically finish this ask before the 10th, but I figured it’d be a nice surprise~ happy birthday! 

*dis, this does exclude Sebastian, as i’m not sure I really consider him a suitor (much less a romantic option) but, if you’d like, send me an ask I’d be happy to add him in for you. 

Napoleon: found out when your birthday was by almost walking in on you writing in your journal, and hearing you mumbling to yourself about how that would be the first year you wouldn’t spend it with friends. (or anyone from your time, of course) from then on, he tried his best to guess the dates, since he hadn’t really ever thought about it before, but caves after a while and ends up just having to ask you out of guilt of possibly getting the date wrong or missing it. To his relief, it’s soon, and believe me when I say that he would do everything possible for you to have a great day. It’s your first in his time together — it should be an occasion to remember. And it is :)

Leonardo: he’s a sneaky boyo. so, he’d probably find out through the ID, like you gave as an example. and ohh, the inventor has been to tons of parties over the course of his long life, but he wants to give you a birthday to remember. Because, well, it’s with him. Your first with him, actually, and hopefully not your last. He even coerces with Sebastian and Le Comte to plan everything just to make sure it’s perfect— and that’s just yet another guarantee that the day will be super fun. 

Mozart: he would be embarrassed that he’s even curious about it in the first place, but would still try his best to figure out when your birthday is nonetheless. It comes up when he hears about all of the ‘fun’ Arthur has in town on his own birthday, and suddenly he can’t help but think about you. You’d never mentioned it before, even after the month you were originally supposed to stay in the mansion passed. So, he takes measures to find out himself (I’ll leave the specifics up to you) he’s a fairly blunt person, though, so after finding out, he’d totally come right up to and ask why you didn’t mention it. 

Arthur: “Aww, you don’t trust me enough yet to tell me your birthday?” lmao but honestly he’d take it just as seriously as the others if not more, just while considering his personality. But, something that would set him apart from the others is that because he’s clever and able to figure things out quickly, he didn’t need much time to make an educated assumption, nor to find out the actual date. While he’s doing so, believe me when I say he’ll vaguely tease you about it, like little things that kind of don’t make sense at first until the actual date of your birthday actually comes. But when it does come, he’s ready. 

Vincent: true to his character, he’d be totally polite about everything, yet still curious. I think it would come up while you’re sitting outside together talking about his and Theo’s childhood, and suddenly Vincent realised that he didn’t know when your birthday was. It’s not secretive on his part in the least, and you can see that when he’s asking he’s genuinely curious. The thing is, though, you’re not expecting much to come out of it. That doesn’t change the fact that Vincent is more of a person to show his emotions through actions than words, so expect a heartfelt birthday with him~

Theo: “Eh? What are you talking about? I forgot you had a birthday in the first place, hondje.” Theo finds out about your birthday when you casually mention it to him in a conversation, no ulterior intent on your part, literally just you forgetting that you’d never mentioned it before. He’d act like it’s not a big deal, like he doesn’t care and it doesn’t change anything, but both of you know full well that he’s taking mental notes. It’s a well-known fact that while Theo might as well have a label on his forehead that reads ’straight from hell’, but he’s extremely kind and thoughtful to those he cares about. You’re absolutely no exception. 

Issac: Like Theo, Issac would act like he couldn’t care less about it, but couldn’t help but want to know more about it anyway when he thought of it. I mean, it’s not as if anyone knows his personality super well yet, but my very Good educated guess says that it would actually be a pretty big deal to him. He doesn’t know the birthday of the woman he loves? I feel like he would feel bad about that. He seems like the type of person that while he wouldn’t want an outright celebration for you, he’d give you the absolute best he could offer. (bonus: he figures out the exact date with Arthur’s help ^^)

Dazai: “Himiko-san, when’s your birthday? I’ll be sure to make you one of my favourite Japanese dishes~” This man has absolutely nothing to hide, and no reason to be sneaky about anything. I mean, he comes in through the window instead of the door, for the god’s sake. traditional isn’t even in his vocabulary beyond clothing and food preferences. so let just say, a birthday with him would be the simultaneously weirdest yet sweetest thing in the world. Also, it might not matter much, but I feel like, since the mc in the game is Japanese, that would be an extra type of bonding for them. 

Shakespeare: Would by far, after finding out about it, be the most extra with it. I mean, you’re technically his first love, so he literally is not the least bit ashamed to show you how much he loves you, whether it be through actual objects or just the words he knows how to use so well. He would keep it a secret that he knew until the actual day rolls around, though, because he’d totally throw the best surprise party. Maybe he’d even invite Theo, too — that’s how much he prioritises your happiness. 

Jean: 100x more awkward about it than Issac. It’s so horrible that you almost feel bad, but of course you can’t bring yourself to, because it’s just so thoughtful of him. He finds out the actual date in some random way, whether it’s you randomly mentioning it without thinking or him finding something of yours with the date on it. But, in whatever way he happens to find it, it’s always going to be completely not on purpose. He’s an awkward person, so the process might be a little tedious, but don’t forget, he still loves you — and a lot at, at that. H’es probably just embarrassed, honestly, to have his emotions so open, but because of that, you know that he means every single word he says to you that day. It’s so adorable ^^

Comte: Out of all of them, I can guarantee that he would have the least trouble finding out your birthday. Don’t ask how, maybe it’s just a really good guess, maybe it’s his vampire intuition, or maybe it’s just ~totally legal procedures~, but either way, he’d know it eventually even if you didn’t tell him. And honestly, it probably wouldn’t even occur to him that you had never technically told him about it until the date was approaching, because Comte’s smart like that yknow lol. But believe me, that sugar daddy energy would totally come up on your birthday, because he totally loves you and would do anything to make you happy no matter what.

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

Bouncing around the list @monotonous-minutia sent me, here’s Act II of Les Huguenots in 40 lines! Thank you for all the asks; keep ‘em coming!

Marguerite: Touraine is such a beautiful place and I love to dream here and pretend that the French Wars of Religion don’t exist because I have this weird thing where I want to solve them but also I want to pretend they don’t exist so rip me anyway back to talking about how beautiful Touraine is!

Marguerite, Urbain, and the Ladies-in-Waiting: Let’s sing about how sucky religious wars are and how great love is!

Marguerite: Yeah, I just want to chill out, and I want everyone else to chill out and for all of this to blow over. That’s why I’ve done a bunch of behind-the-scenes planning and also why I created this little court of love because love is what makes the world go round and also I am a coloratura goddess!!

Urbain: Indeed you are, and I love you, even though I’m just a page and you’re royalty!

Marguerite: HEY LOOK SOMEONE’S COMING

Urbain: IT’S VALENTINE YOUR FAVORITE (and prettiest, and shyest) LADY-IN-WAITING

Marguerite: Soooooooo, Valentine, how’d it go with Nevers?

Valentine: Good news for both of us- the wedding’s off! But what about my dad and Raoul? Don’t we have to get the go-ahead from them?

Marguerite: Relax, you’re always so tense! I’m sure they’ll both be fine with it, and in the meantime, I invited Raoul over-

Valentine: you did WHAT

Marguerite: okay fiiiiiiiine I’ll talk to him first for you because I’m a supportive friend!

Ladies-in-Waiting: it’s really hot so let’s go bathing!

Urbain: I’ll spy on all these beautiful ladies and Marguerite totally won’t-

Marguerite: Urbain. Ahem. What are you doing?

Urbain: ...Waiting for you?

Marguerite: I think you’re cool, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave.

*Urbain leaves and then comes back like thirty seconds later.*

Urbain: HEY EVERYONE I HAVE A FUN STORY so there’s this guy coming here and he’s blindfolded and there’s like this huge parade and everyone’s wondering who he is and where he’s going and it’s the funniest thing EVER

Ladies-in-Waiting: HAHAHA Bravo, Urbain, you are such a great, funny storyteller (and also very handsome)!

*Raoul enters blindfolded.*

Ladies-in-Waiting: ooh this guy is even more handsome

Urbain: ...I just came here to have a good time and I’m honestly feeling so attacked right now.

Marguerite: EVERYONE WHOSE NAME ISN’T RAOUL PLEASE LEAVE *everyone leaves* okay Raoul you can take the blindfold off now

*Raoul takes off the blindfold.*

Raoul: whoa this place is pretty and- WOW SO ARE YOU

Marguerite: He’s quite the charmer; no wonder Valentine loves him so much!

Raoul: I’m on the rebound and I want to get revenge on my two-timing no-good ex-girlfriend because TENOR LOGIC anyway I swear eternal loyalty to you!

Marguerite: you’re cute but I have other plans for you so no thanks

Raoul: BUT I WANNA GET LAAAAAAAAAAID

Marguerite: again, no thanks even though you’re cute, and you’ll thank me later because I’m marrying you off to the only daughter of the Comte de Saint-Bris to encourage religious peace and I know it’ll be a happy marriage because I know Things.

Raoul: I am one hundred percent cool with that.

*The nobles all enter and pay homage to Marguerite. Meanwhile, Marcel slips in and pulls Raoul off to one side.*

Marcel: You know I hate Catholics, and you know I hate women, so imagine my reaction when I heard you’re marrying a Catholic woman.

Raoul: Shut. Up. This is supposed to be a happy occasion.

Marguerite: Nevers, Saint-Bris, you guys are supposed to go to Paris to help the King out with another of his weird top-secret projects. But first, everyone’s got to swear an oath of eternal peace that will definitely last forever!

Everyone except Marcel: WE SWEAR BY AN OVERLY LONG LIST OF THINGS THAT WE WILL HAVE ETERNAL PEACE AND THAT WE WILL TOTALLY NOT BREAK THIS OATH BY THE END OF THIS ACT

Marcel: I AM ONCE AGAIN...talking about how Catholicism sucks and needs to be struck down

Marguerite: Raoul, meet your bride! Come on out, Valentine!

Raoul: NO I REFUSE TO MARRY HER

Valentine: wait WHAT?!?!?!?!?! HOW DID I DESERVE THIS also my life is OVER

Marcel: GOOD JOB RAOUL DOING THE RIGHT AND GOOD PROTESTANT THING BECAUSE SHE’S A CATHOLIC WHORE

Saint-Bris: I WILL END YOU RAOUL DE NANGIS

Marguerite: WTF IS GOING ON ALSO EVERYONE STOP FIGHTING AND GO TO PARIS I GUESS

Everyone Else: THIS IS AN OUTRAGEOUS INSULT AND NOW WE’RE GOING TO FIGHT we mean go to Paris we guess THIS ISN’T OVER