#ikemen vamp theo

[chaosangel767]

Admiring the Art

Fandom: IkeVamp

Pairing: Theo x F!Reader

Prompt: Enchanted Evenings Day 14: Public Sex

Type: NSFW - Minors DNI

CW: teasing, public sex, wall sex, slight breeding, rough sex, creampie, toys

WC: 1200+

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You could never get used to the amount of people at these art galleries, wishing you were curled back up at home with your husband. Tugging your dress a little more, you look around again for Theo, wanting to find him before he is swarmed with people.

“There you are Hondje, I was worried you would be late” An arm wraps securely around your waist as Theo appearsat your side, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Theo! I’ve missed you” turning to face him, you press your lips to his in a brief greeting, parting far sooner than you would have liked.

“You wore the dress?” Theo looks you over, his eyes clouding over for the briefest of moments.

“My darling husband bought me a beautiful dress to wear, did you think I would wear something else?” you question, stepping way to slowly turn in front of him, showing him how the dress fits on you, subtly showing off all your curves.

“You are absolutely gorgeous, I am going to have such a hard time keeping my hands off you” Theo grumbles in your ear, his hands already wandering lower on your waist as he pulls you to whisper in your ear.

“Behave, we are at one of your galleries, all eyes are going to be on you after all. No one wants to see you feeling me up” You scold, still pressing back against his advance and listening to the delicious groan that escapes his lips. Before he can retaliate however, people start coming to greet the two of you and praise Theo’s gallery, forcing him to socialize. You both keep one arm wrapped around each other, his fingers teasing your hips, reminding you he hasn’t forgotten.

You grow more brazen as the night wears on, the hand wrapped around his waist drops into the back pocket of his trousers, pressing your fingers there, you hear the low grow.

“Enough Hondje” he murmurs under his breath, his hand tightening against your hips.

“Keep your attention on the art” you whisper, feeling his hand dip dangerously low on your hips. Lowering his mouth so it was right over your ear he chuckles.

“I am admiring the art. Such beautiful art work” He murmurs, tucking a start hair behind your ear, watching the goosebumps flood your body. You keep your hand in his back pocket, but still your movements, not wanting to push him too far. The subtle signs of his desires only grow through the night, his movements against you becoming more and more brazen until he finally pulls you behind a pillar, away from prying eyes.

“What if I told you I wanted you right here, right now” His low murmur has desire flooding your veins, his hands rubbing through your dress and to your core. You can feel his hard length pressing against your thigh as his arms wrap around your legs, pinning you to the pillar.

“Theo! Put me down, what if someone sees?” You start to whisper, pushing against him and Theo just presses his lips against yours, silencing you.

“No one is going to come behind this pillar, but if you insist, maybe we can find somewhere else.” He lowers you down, looking around, before nipping your neck, his fangs scraping your skin and listens to the moan that escapes your lips. Finding the shadows of pillars, he pulls you aside.

“Here is good enough. Any longer and I won’t be able to hold myself back from ripping your dress off your pretty little body” His voice darkens and you can’t help the desire that floods your core. Pushing the image from your mind, you mock anger instead.

“Don’t you dare Theodorus Van Gough.” You glare, watching the amusement cloud his face. He spins you around and presses you against the wall, his hand dragging your skirt over your waist.

“You’re cute, all riled up Hondje, what if I made other sounds come out of your mouth?” Nipping your ear, Theo is careful not to break the skin with his fangs as he scraps along your lobe, listening to the moans that fall from your lips

“Just like that, though don’t be too loud, we don’t want to attract any onlookers now” Theo murmurs, his fingers hooking under your underwear to pull them down and slipping them in his pocket. His hand gropes the flesh of your bottom as you steady yourself against the wall with your hands. You can’t help the rush at knowing where you are. The sound of his belt unbuckling seems to echo down the long dark hallway and you pray that no lost guests find their way down this hallway. His length teases your folds, collecting all your slick as his fingers find their way to your mouth.

“Suck” he commands, and you comply, letting his fingers into your mouth as his tip presses against your entrance. “Look at how ready you are. Such a naughty Hondje, taking my cock during such an important event.” You whimper against his fingers when he chastises you, his length filing you in one thrust. You are grateful for his fingers muffling your sound as your walls accommodate him. He wastes no time in thrusting, feeling your arms give out against the walls, and he presses your body closer to the wall. Only behind held up by him, you feel him lift your leg over his arm, deepening the angle.

“Right there, that’s the spot” He groans, feeling your walls clench over his length, your body quickly succumbing to the pleasure of his rapid thrusts. Only the sound of muffled moans and skin on skin fills the hallway.

“Rub your clit, I want you cumming on my cock” Theo commands, his breath hot against your neck, his control loosening as you feel his fangs tease your skin. The urge to bite you is so strong, a primal instinct as he feels your blood pumping under your skin. Rubbing your clit, you feel the coil in your core become more and more wound up, his thrusts stuttering as his pleasure builds too.

“Cum for me now” He groans, his fangs finally sinking in your neck, as your orgasm washes over both of you. Pressing you tight to the wall, your muscles go weak, and your mind goes blank as you only focus on the pleasure of the bite. You can feel him already licking your neck, his hips stilling against your core.

“Don’t waste a single drop” Theo whispers in your ear, his cock slipping out of your core, his finger slipping from your mouth to press against your entrance. “I knew I brought this for a reason” his voice is soft as he pulls out a plug, pressing it against your entrance to keep your combined fluids inside your womb. When his hand finally lowers your leg, Theo’s vampire strength is the only thing keeping you standing. Your body trembles against his, and Theo lifts you in his arms, carrying you down a hall and into a room.

“This is my office, rest here while I go say my goodbyes. Then I am bringing you home, I can’t stand you in this dress one more minute. You are too beautiful. I just want you” His promise has more desire flooding your tired body and you curl up in a ball, feeling the plug in your core. His lips brush yours before he leaves the room. Pressing a hand between your legs you caress the plug, your mind running wild with the thoughts of a child.

[duckyfann9871]

I want to be a vampire too: rant

played 2 routes of ikemen vampire so far. I love the game, but both times I have wished that there was an option to join them as a vampire at the end.

I don't understand why becoming a vampire is posed so negatively in the game, but whenever it comes up in the routes it's coded like it's a terrible option that MC doesn't want to do.

Well, au contraire! If I had a chance to become a sexy vampire in a mansion full of other sexy vampires I would take it ... especially if the person I was in love with was also a vampire. If both are vampires doesn't that mean more time you get to be together??

TLDR I want to become a vampire at the end of my romance and I haven't had my way yet,

[rhiannapenelope]

7th Anniversary of Ikemen Vampire

Time flies by so fast 😭😭 I wonder what'll happen this 7th anniversary...(hoping for some drama 😀 because I'm insane)

Btw they hot 😘

[alby-rei]

The Astral Artist and His Haughty Hound (IkeVamp; Luigi's Mansion AU, Part 5)

a/n: It's been a while since the last update. Since then, I've graduated master's! Wee! What do you do when you fall head-first into a world inside a painting? Happy reading~ ✨

Series: Comte's Ghost Mansion Tags: Humor, Crack treated seriously, Luigi’s Mansion AU, Spooky scary spectral vampires, Ghostbuster MC Word Count: ~1900 words Characters: You, Vincent, Theo, [Surprise] Previous: Part 4 Next: Part 6

~*~

After dealing with the frivolous phantom named Arthur, you weaved through the winding halls in search of your next target.

Sebastian had marked for you the rooms of the remaining residents and their favorite spots.

A painting studio next? Wow, this mansion has everything!

You wondered how different the manor looked in the daytime. If Sebastian does not find you a way home, would they let you stay with them? Did you want to? Shaking your head, you brushed those thoughts aside.

This is all just one long lucid dream anyway, you thought as you trekked up a flight of stairs.

"Open sesame!" You jammed the master key in. "Woah!"

As soon as you stepped inside, your foot met with air, and you plunged down a starry night cityscape. Time slowed down as the wind picked up in swirls of cobalt blue, trailing across the sky like migrating birds. Stars twinkled in zinc yellow sparks guided by the vibrant orange of a cartoonish crescent moon.

More like a croissant moon, said your stomach while growling.

You stretched your limbs out like a flying squirrel, taking in the sights of a bustling city below. Couples strolled across tiles of spotty ultramarine and red ocher. A farmer pushed a cart of straw. A waiter balanced a tray of glass drinks as he weaved between busy tables. Trees danced to the tune of the wind, each branch shimmering in shades of emerald green. In fact, every inch of the city appeared in constant motion.   

How does such a world exist within a single painter's studio?

Gravity decided you had enough time to enjoy the scenery. You swam in the air towards the farmer's cart. If there was any hope in landing safely, that was your best bet. You held your breath as you hurled down towards your impending doom.

.

.

.

Just kidding!  

You landed in the cart of straw with the grace of a cat. The straw poked into your clothes and scratched against your skin. You climb out of the cart, weighed down by the Poltergust 1899. Thankfully, it did not break on the way down. Otherwise, you would have a bigger problem on your hands.

Brushing yourself off, you looked around for any signs of the artist behind this painterly world. Upon inspection, you found that the city dwellers did not carry distinct facial features. Some had none at all, more like impressions of a face. You wondered if this was how prosopagnosia felt.

You also wondered where you heard that word before.

"Excuse me, miss," said a gentle voice. "If I may trouble you to hold that pose."

Your head darted back and forth to find the source. A blond man peeked his head behind an easel stand. Unlike the rest of the population, his features were crystal clear; cerulean blue eyes and a sheepish smile on creamy skin. Little stars shimmered and swirled onto his features like those of the night sky overhead. An astral artist as beautiful as the world he had brought to life with his brush.

This must be Vincent,*you deduced.

Refusing his request felt like a crime against humanity. Unaccustomed to this sort of attention, you fidgeted in your spot. When you stood still, the colors around you became static. When you moved, the city followed suit. The only one unaffected by this was the painter, who remained engrossed in his work. Your attempts at light conversation were fruitless. He spoke mostly with his eyes with the way they stole glances at you every now and then, studying you. Heat rose to your cheeks as your gaze traveled elsewhere. You blamed the warmth on the bright lights of the coffee shop.

Be still my beating heart, you thought. This is not the time for casual crushes on ghosts.

You were jolted when you heard a loud smack of the paintbrush against wood. Vincent was cleaning his brush from the excess paint. The astral artist's arm shook with the speed of a rubber band. You'd think that brush was possessed, given the force he used to exorcise the spirits within. He stepped back to admire his handiwork, raising the canvas to face the light. His angelic smile was disarming. 

"Can I move now?" You asked, craning your stiff neck.

"Oh, yes! Thank you for your time. You must be a guest at the mansion. My name is Vincent."

"Nice to meet you, Vincent. And what a wonderful city you've created."

He shook his head. "I just paint what I see. The real wonder is the world around us." Stars twinkled excitedly across his cheeks.

You clutched the vacuum tube, explaining to Vincent the real cause of your arrival: to return their spirits to their bodies. You almost felt bad for what you had to do.

Vincent nodded. "In that case, you should find my brother Theo here, too. But, hmm..." He pursed his lips. After rummaging through his briefcase, he scribbled on a piece of paper, then handed it to you in an envelope. "This should help convince him. Please don't be alarmed by his...fiery spirit. Deep down, he is a kind soul."

His words left you skeptical, but you hadn't the heart to voice those concerns. A fiery spirit could mean many things. Given Vincent's gentle nature, *how bad could his brother be?*

"Where would I find him?"

"He usually stays at the pub just around the corner. It's the only one on the block. I'll meet you both in front of the river Rhone."

Waving goodbye to the astral artist, you rounded the corner and found a wooden sign with a beer keg on it. Just as you made your way up some wooden steps, a bloodhound stood in your path.

Similar to Vincent, he stood out from his surroundings. His chestnut-brown fur shimmered with a spectral outline. A silver ear cuff shone on his right floppy ear. His short tail stood on end.

"Intruder! Intruder!" barked the hound. "You're not from one of my dear brother's paintings. How did you get here?"

"Woah, woah. Settle down, boy." You backed up slowly as he drew closer. "Just visiting. I'm looking for—"

He sniffed around your ankles, then your clothes. You shielded the pocket that held Vincent's envelope. The bloodhound's maw pulled back in a snarl.

"An art thief?! Not on my watch!"

"What, no!"

"You stole something of his. It’s in that pocket, I can smell it."

Unable to reason with the haughty hound, you were forced to run in hopes of losing him. He proceeded to chase you around the painted city for a solid thirty minutes.

Huffing and puffing, you looked around frantically for any sign of the river that Vincent mentioned. *Surely he would know how to pacify his guard dog, if that is what he is.*

Your legs grew heavy and rigid like planks of wood. The bloodhound leapt onto your back, sending you tumbling forward.

"Get...off...me!" You struggled against his incessant pawing at your pocket. "I NEED TO FIND THEO."

He stiffened. "For me?"

"For...huh." Still dazed, words eluded you. You revealed the envelope in your pocket, waving it.

A weight was lifted off your chest, and a hand—a human hand—swiped the letter from yours. In front of you stood a tall man with brunet hair swooped left like sharp blades of grass. His cobalt blue eyes scanned the contents of the letter.  

"Why didn't you say so sooner?"

"You wouldn't let me finish!"

He offered you a hand to get up. "Come on, then. We shouldn't keep Vincent waiting."

You got up and brushed yourself off with more insults swirling in your head. Theo was already walking away, cool as a cucumber, as you let out all your frustrations. 

After a short walk, the loud and busy cityscape gave way to tranquil waters and soft sand. A handful of rowboats were docked. The warm yellow light of the buildings reflected onto the river, extending from shore to shore. The shimmering lights above brightened. The crescent moon was out of sight. The astral artist waved and the river swayed in tandem with his sweeping arcs.      

"I hope my little brother didn't trouble you much," Vincent said with a gentle smile.

"Well..." You rolled your eyes at Theo, who whistled loudly while avoiding eye contact.

Though you didn't say more, Vincent's smile fell. "Oh no."

Theo flinched when Vincent pinched his cheek. "Theo... What did we say about reacting impulsively?"

"Urk... I was just trying to keep your work safe."

Vincent sighed. "I understand you meant no harm." His voice trailed off, flicking his head towards you.

Theo inhaled sharply and turned to you. "I'm...sorry. For the way I reacted." He rubbed the back of his neck, looking away.

Vincent pat his head. "You can make up for it with a generous plate of your delicious pancakes."

Your stomach growled approvingly.

"But first, how do we get out of here?" you asked.

"Your device should do the trick," said Vincent with open arms. "Ready when you are."

"Wait!!" shouted Theo. "Me first. I don't...think I can handle seeing Vincent vacuumed like that again."

He has memories of previous nights? you thought. A brotherly bond stronger than paranormal curses, how sweet.

Fulfilling his wish, you captured Theo first, then Vincent. As you did, the world around you swirled in on itself. Blues and oranges blended together, and your sense of direction distorted along with it. The buildings compressed like clay, and the river washed over the stars.

Everything faded to black.

When you opened your eyes, you stood on solid wooden ground in the center of a regular studio.

Moonlight shone through a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows. You recognized the paintings on display as the city you ran through. No museum experience could ever live up to what you have seen here. Maybe you should propose the idea of a walk-in painting when—if—you get back home.

Beside your feet, both ghosts had dropped something behind; a paintbrush and magnifying glass. Two more for the count. You were getting good at this.

"Into the pouch you go," you declared, exiting the room with a rejuvenated sense of purpose.

You opened the map to your next destination. The longer you remained here, the harder it was to convince yourself it was just a dream. You touched the furniture you passed by, as a means of testing that theory. The man you met at the Louvre came to mind. Sebastian’s master. The subject of the painting at the entrance hallway.

"Ah," said a velvety voice. "Sebastian didn't tell me we were expecting guests."

You clutched your vacuum tube, aimed at the source. The shadow of a figure came into view. "And you are?"

Expensive leather shoes clicked as a man walked into the light. A large beige coat framed a lithe figure of aristocratic air. Blond hair swept over molten golden irises faintly glow in the dark.

The cause of your arrival in this strange world. He raised a hand to his chest, tipping forward in a noble bow. "I am the head of this mansion. Better known as le Comte de Saint-Germain. Enchanté."

~*~

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[whatever-fanfics]

I’m most likely going to separate this into 2 parts for the act 2 gang because I can’t add anymore choices

I will also create a tag list so please comment below if you want to be tagged

❤️❤️❤️

[violettduchess]

Ugh. Darling. I literally typed these up immediately after your first post about angst/tension. My submissions for Broken Heartstrings:

One that would kill me is the build of MC working themselves sick. Only to find out it gave way for another, more serious illness. And if that was with Arthur or Sariel.

As for accidents, especially if it was MC protecting her love (and that if she hadn't, they would be in the same position as her), my brain dies a little at how Theo would react. Or Chev.

I'm so ready for the angst 😈

A/N: here you are, @yarnnerdally ! 💜

cw: sickness, injury, violence, blood

WC: 1421

Arthur

Why is getting out of bed so damn hard? Your bones feel like they are made of lead, your muscles barely able to lift them. You’ve been working so hard, but you always managed to push through. Until today. You’re tired, you admit to Arthur. Even those few words are difficult through a throat dry as the desert steppes. And they're thorny. This admission of weakness scrapes against your teeth, digs into your tongue. You don't want to worry him….

But his blue eyes are bright with worry, endless oceans of worry when he notices the lethargy of your movements, the hand pressed against your chest. His concern is chasms-deep because this is not the first time he's seen this, this deflated version of you. It's been happening over days, weeks. It's knocked at the window of his medical mind only to be shuttered and kept out by his apprehensive heart.

It’s nothing, you say. Your words are hollow. He hears the gray exhaustion that colors them, he sees the pallor in your cheeks, the dimming of your bright eyes. It’s nothing you repeat to his retreating form. He knows illness when he sees it and he can't deny it any longer. He wants a second opinion to quiet the riot of fear that flies through his mind.

It’s nothing, you say, shooting Arthur and Comte a weak look of annoyance even as the doctor they’ve brought around presses the cold diaphragm of the stethoscope against your back. He shushes you to silence and if you had the energy to glare, you would. He listens to your breathing, your heartbeat, his wrinkled fingers wrapping around your wrist, counting under his breath. He examines your body with astute eyes, his expression professionally inscrutable, chiseled in stone. And then he leaves the room, taking both vampires with him. 

You strain to hear what they are saying but the door is only open a few centimeters and their words float away from you like smoke.

When he re-enters the room, Arthur's face immediately tells you more than any of his words ever could: The lines of worry etched into the sides of his mouth, the press of his brows, the unnatural gleam in his eyes, a sky on fire. The way he sinks into the chair by your bedside like Atlas with the weight of the world on his shoulders. His two hands find yours, clasping that thin appendage, tenderly. Devoutly.

Words are delivered with a voice that does its best not to shake and often fails. Winding through affirmations of love you hear the soft, off-key clang of anxiety, you hear things like “blood sickness”, “Dr. Virchow”, “bruising”, “fatigue”, “rest”. He does not need to say it. There is an unmistakable undercurrent of sorrow, a whirlpool of abject uncertainty and misery in his voice. He brings your hand to his lips like a prayer. Anyone else could rise on a tide of false hope, could use their lack of medical knowledge, their ignorance, as a buoy to keep them hoping for a miracle. But not Arthur. He knows the truth, he sees its ugly maw in the distance, wide-open and waiting patiently while the disease runs its course and ultimately delivers you into its jaws, taking you from him forever.

Your eyes are closed. His voice, so beloved to you, has lulled you to sleep. The words you'll deal with another time. When you're not so tired. For now it's enough that he's with you, head bowed over you, a blade of grass yielding to the winds of an oncoming storm. Bending. But not breaking. As long as you draw breath, he will find the strength to stay whole, to hold the pieces of his soul together. For you. 

Theo

It starts like any other day. Another opulent mansion. Another patron looking to make it even more opulent by hanging an eye-catching painting. Theo in his smart business suit, strategically flashing his dazzling, white-toothed smile; you offering a gentler version of that smile whenever the patron you're persuading turns his curious gaze in your direction. 

In a wood-paneled office surrounded by rich furnishings and a massive mahogany desk, with sunset's warm colors washing over all of you through crown glass windows, you do not hear the sound of the heavy front door opening, the thud as the butler falls to the Italian marble floor, the dull footsteps heading straight towards the office.

The embellished wooden door to said office is ajar and opens with a wild swing, slamming into the thick walnut bookcase with a heartstopping bang. You jump and then your mind goes blank as the sight of an armed gunman strikes your brain like lightning. 

And then time slows. The world blurs like a hand swiping across a freshly painted canvas. The gunman demands money. However he's not staring at the patron but Theo. He's mistakenly assumed Theo, in his expensive suit, is the wealthy owner of this villa. The gun shakes in his hand, aimless, not focused on anyone but rather acting as a threat of what could be. His voice trembles when he demands money. Sweat drips down his temple, soaking into the frayed edges of the worn rag tied around his lower face.

Suddenly your patron makes a run for the door and chaos explodes. All you see is the gunman turning, the gun now steadily pointing at Theo, a target in his addled mind. 

And you fly, wings on your feet, body reacting automatically. The gun spits out its bullet from a mouth full of sound and fury, and what would have lodged itself in Theo's stomach strikes your back instead. A blossom of red. A spray of crimson droplets. And then your world narrows, darkness closing in until it has taken you completely.

……….Theodorus……..

He refuses to leave your bedside. He hasn’t moved, hasn’t changed out of his bloodstained clothing. Whose blood it is, he isn’t sure. Yours, when he cradled your limp body against his chest, heavy with the anvil of disbelief and shock. The gunman’s when he turned, a monster born of fury and pain, and exacted the toll for daring to hurt you. 

Never has he moved so quickly, never have his legs swallowed the earth as fast as when he brought you to the mansion, his deep voice ringing throughout the vast rooms, singed with panic, raspy with fear. Comte goes to remove you from his arms but he will not let go. His blue eyes are nebulous, bright with the force of every shaking breath, every shuddering heartbeat. Arthur motions for him to follow and he does, only letting you go when Vincent’s gentle voice, in the softly spoken language of their homeland, breaks through the fog: Het is oké, broer. Laat haar gaan. Laat Arthur werken.

Never has Theo been more grateful for his friend. Arthur has done his best, assessing the injury, cleaning it, sewing it closed with steady, razor-sharp precision. Now those hands clamp down on Theo’s shoulder. There is nothing more he can do. Theo reaches up, his hand covering one of Arthur’s for a moment, the gesture saying more than any words could. Arthur nods, subdued and then quietly leaves you both..

And now Theo is alone with you, you so pale and small in your bed. Even the warm light of the oil lanterns cannot bring color to your cheeks.

He falls forward in his chair, runs his hands through his hair, elbows resting on his knees. It is because of him. He should have been the one to take the bullet. He would heal just fine. Why didn’t you just let him? Why did you have to throw yourself in the way, you a mortal, whose life is the delicate dance of a spider’s web in the wind. There was no reason….no reason….his breath quakes within his broad chest. He would close his eyes, he would let the tears burning behind them fall but then……then he would miss looking at you. The tears would blur his vision of you and that, nee….that is not acceptable. 

He will sit here, keeping vigil, searching your face for any signs of life. All night if need be. And all day. He will not move. Because it isn’t just your life hanging there in balance…..it is his as well. 

Because, he thinks as he raises his gaze, presses his lips to your cold hand, without you…..Ik heb niets. I have nothing.

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Moles and kisses

Notes: Short little drabbles about him kissing your back moles, Ikemen vamp suitors, can really be anyone you want it to be though, Fem! reader, established relationship,

Your back is bare in all of these so, just keep that in mind.

Resting on your side, with your back facing towards him, eyes staring into an aimless space. Soon enough a soft sensation of which you believed to be his fingertips graced your back. What had he been doing? Drawing constellations? Following this came a kiss to your shoulder as he glided his hand to pull you closer to him. Your head against his chest till he got you to be underneath him. A cheeky smile across his face at his new proud findings.

“I didn’t know you had moles back here. It’s cute.”

^ Napoleon, Vlad, Vincent, Isaac

In the early morning you stood in front of the mirror preparing for your new day. Coming into view was your lover and without missing a beat he wrapped his arms around you. With a slight rock in his step as he woke himself up with each step. Taking a good look at your bare back he started placing light kisses, a soft touch to this early morning. From place-to-place different sensations all over your back appeared. Once he was done, he made sure to follow up with his usual good morning kiss.

“Hmmm? Ah, I just felt like kissing your moles. They were begging to be kissed this morning, don’t you think?”

^ Charles, Dazai, Arthur, Shakespeare

Getting up from your bed you welcomed a soothing breeze as it flowed in through the window. Staring down at your lover you placed a soft good morning kiss to start your day. Turning away from them you got up but felt a pair of arms stop you. Pulling you back into bed as he held you tightly from behind. Scanning your back for a quick moment, then he proceeded to kiss you, except only on places you had moles. Once he lifted his lips from the kiss, his fingertips would grace the place last kissed. A soft feather-like touch which became needier as time continued.

“Let’s stay in for a little longer. I want to savor you more.”

^ Leonardo, Comte, Theo, Faust

[aquagirl1978]

All I Want For Christmas Is You - Theo x Reader (Ikemen Vamp)

A/N: Day 8 of my 12 Days of Christmas event, as well as part of my New Year, New Celebration follower celebration.

Pairing: Theodorus van Gogh x Reader

Prompt: holding hands

Word Count: 524

Tags: fluff with a hint of spice

Every day in the mansion felt like a celebration.

Each night, the residents would gather around the dining room table to feast on a scrumptious meal prepared by yourself and Sebastian. Everyone would discuss how their day went while bottles of blanc and rogue made their rounds around the table. The conversations were always light and lively – and not a night went by without Arthur making an apple joke.

But when the holidays came around, the celebrations went into overdrive. Comte outdid himself every year, decorating the mansion in red, green and gold. A massive Christmas tree – bigger than one you had ever seen before in your life – would reside in the great room. And the parties. Oh, the parties.

It was Christmas Eve and everyone was in the holiday spirit – even Mozart had a smile on. Or maybe that was from the champagne Comte had served, special for the occasion. You and Sebastian had gone all out, preparing a feast fit for kings. After dessert, everyone gathered in the great room, where the celebration continued.

Or so you had thought.

Everyone was busy doing their own things. Arthur and Isaac were playing chess as Dazai and Vincent watched. Napoleon and Sebastian were huddled on the couch, most likely discussing French history. Mozart and Jean, both inebriated, were sitting by the fire, holding each other up. Comte and Leonardo were playing a heated game of pool.

Everyone was there having a great time. But where was Theo?

“Psst,” a familiar voice whispered in your ear, as an arm wrapped around your waist, tugging on you gently. “If we leave now, no one will miss us.”

Your body flooded with warmth at the idea of spending the night alone with your boyfriend. You turned to face him with a smile, and scurried away, hand in hand, off to Theo’s bedroom.

He kicked the door closed as soon as you crossed the threshold. Now, in the privacy of his room, he covered your mouth with his in a much needed kiss. You pressed your body against his, seeking his warmth, as he twined his fingers in your hair, guiding you to his bed. The moment the back of your knees hit his bed, you stumbled onto his mattress, the plush covers softening your fall. 

Theo’s blue eyes darkened with desire as he flashed you a wicked grin before climbing onto the bed atop you. He removed his jacket and loosed his tie before resuming his kiss. He took on your hands in his, holding it above your head on the bed. 

Hands roamed, layers slowly began to be removed as the temperature in the room increased. As he was unbuttoning your blouse, you took his chin in your hand, and tilted his face to meet yours.

“Tomorrow is Christmas, Theo. Do you know what you want?”

Theo slipped his hand in your opened blouse, his hand caressing your lace covered breast. He dipped his head towards yours, his lips hovering over yours, his eyes smoldering as he locked on yours, his breath hot on your lips as he whispered to you.

“All I want is you.”

Tagging: @redheadkittys @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @chaosangel767 @alixennial @ikehoe @kpop-and-otome @lucyw260 @queengiuliettafirstlady @kisara-16 @lordsisterxotome @umi-adxhira @crypticbibliophile @nightfoxqueen @wendolrea @randonauticrap @judejazza @maries-gallery @xbalayage @xenokiryu @nightghoul381 @alydra @drachonia @ranhanabi777

[fang-and-feather]

WIP Ask Game

Thank you for the tags @rjthirsty, @wistfulwanderingone, @keithsandwich, @scorchieart.

I didn't have space to access Tumblr on my PC so it took me a while to make this

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I have a lot of WIPs and only listed the ones for the Ikemen Series (if I was to list the old SCM ones this would take a while longer).

Untitled Document (but an old version of it with deleted scenes was named Handcuffs WIP)

Leon/Carina WIP

Leo - Festa

Actor AU - Yves

Actor AU - Licht

Mozart - Carriage

Naps - Payback

Chev - Family

IkePri Girls Night

Naps Reincarnated C2

Sebastian - Birthday C2

Vincent/Jean WIP

Leonardo - Storm

Amy/Sebastian Soulmates AU

Comte/Hikari Soulmates P2

Charles - Pre Party

Vamp/Sen Sedoretu

Charles/Vincent/Reader

Leonardo - Storm II (apparently I have two WIPs with the same name, similar ideas, different stories and continuities)

Jean/Amy/Isaac - Soulmates AU C2

F! Arth Poly WIP C2

Theo Omegaverse

Cyran WIP

Sasuke Birthday

Vincent's Birthday

Arth/Isaac/Vincent Christmas Card

Mistake or not

Will/Vincy//Reader - Magic AU C2

Charles - Confession

Arty/Theo - FWB

Reflection of Lust

Aphrodisiac Chaos

Aphrodisiac Chaos V2

Between two Loves

Insomnia

Hide and Tease

Love the way you are

Secret Desires

Jean - Pegging

Seb - First Time

Will/Vincy - Bondage

Jean/Mo

IkeVamp ToD Prolog

Silly Crossovers - Minecraft

Silly Crossovers - Yugioh

Silly Crossovers - Ayakashi

Alternate Universes - Pokemon

Pokemon Crossover Polycule

Not tagging anyone because I don't have that many people, especially that haven't been included by someone else yet (and I still have to catch up with)

[scummy-writes]

Hello, please call me Scum! If that is too direct for you, you can call me Scummy as an alternative.

I am 29, I go by she/her pronouns, and I use this blog to post my fanfiction as well as my general fandom ramblings and such. I am primarily interested in Ikevamp and Ikepri, though I generally like other eng cybird games as well.

I am pretty explicit at times, and primarily write smut, so I do not want minors following me.

My main account is @strawberry-scum. I do not recommend following it, however if you want to properly block me, you need to block that account as well as this one.

─── •✧ Favorites

Prince: Gilbert, Roderic, Clavis, Silvio, Chev, Keith

Vamp: Isaac, Arthur, Theo, Comte

Villains: Elbert, Alfons, Victor

Tier list here!

─── •✧ Ships (between suitors)

Gilbert/Roderic, Gilbert/Silvio, Gilbert/Chev, Gilbert/Clavis, Isaac/Arthur, Arthur/Theo, Theo/Isaac, Comte/Sebas - and variations of these ships with mc or an oc in a poly relationship.

─── •✧ Other Blogs

✧ @ikemen-daily-questions - a blog centered on popping out a question daily to think about in regards to your fave character

✧ @c-bookwyrm - Oc blog for my ikepri oc Constance

✧ @askgilbertvonobsidian - askblog where I rp Gilbert

✧ @letters-from-ikemen - a blog where other writers and I fill out letter requests from your fave ikemen. Requests are open, and we're still recruiting new writers!

─── •✧ Writing Info

✧ I am not a stickler for IC / OOC. I believe that since we're not official writers for these games, everything we write is OOC. I personally will try to stick to my belief of what I think IC for the character based on what I interpret from the game and don't like arguments about this.

✧ I enjoy gentle femdom, and so loose aspects of that (if the fanfic is not centered on that) will sometimes pop up

✧ I usually don't see any of the characters as strictly straight and so will ship suitors together at times, or have the suitors romantically interested in each other when writing polyships. I will also reblog trans hcs and such too if I enjoy them. If that bothers you please just leave me be.

✧ Due to liking Gilbert, I'm now able to have a character I feel like I can explore kinks and themes that I felt like I couldn't with Isaac. Unfortunately, Isaac is the outlier in my normal flavor of faves from before the cybirdie games.

(I will not write noncon)

✧ Always happy to answer qs about my fics or blog

✧ I have a lot of issues IRL and so it's hard for me to write often, and guilt associated with this is why I do not do requests often.

✧ I don't fuck with people who turn writing into a weird fight for popularity with each other, or who just write for notes/attention rather than the joys of creating. I prefer having healthier views on writing and fandom content as a whole!!!

─── •✧ Misc Info

✧ I am unsure of how others view me, but I am rather anxious and shy, so I often do not talk to people. I am also quite busy when I am online, and so messages may be neglected since I do get a good amount of them. I Love to talk to others!! I do not mind (polite) asks and such!! Just....busy and shy.

✧ A huge part of fandom for me is reading other people's interpretations of characters. I think discussion surrounding characters is fun, and I enjoy seeing the various conclusions people come to about how a character is. Because of this, you may see me 'contradict' some things ive written when reblogging others works/discussions, or even discussing things on my own. It's just fun to consider a character through multiple angles.

✧ I can't figure out tone often with the use of anon, and in general I don't do well with 'overfamiliar rudeness' with people I do not know. So please no playfully rude messages on anon...

✧ I treat everyone as equally as possible. More specifically I do not believe there are '#1 fans' of charas, I don't think a follower count = fandom respect levels, etc etc. Unfortunately if you're pretty rude to me, even after a chance to step back, then I'm likely going to be rude back/block.

✧ I've had this blog since 2017, and I've been writing for longer than that. I like being creative, even if I struggle a lot. I am lucky enough to have my writing in a physical zine, and that is gouda enough for me.

✧ I consider this a writing AND fandom blog, and that is why I will make posts about fandom, as well as the games I enjoy, beside my writing. Unfortunately I am more than just my writing, so my blog will reflect that! I also unfortunately will have some opinions about fandoms if I see a lot of shitty behavior.

✧ A lot of my interests outside of these games deal with horror and heavier themes, so this is primarily why I don't recommend following my main!! I rb horror fanart sometimes and have more personal posts on there.

✧ I used to create for My*me, but I no longer wish to participate with that fandom. If you ever have specific questions regarding my fanfics from that time, feel free to ask, but keep in mind I may not always want to answer.

─── •✧ Last Updated 09122024

[misty-moth]

I go by Moth or Ellie 🦋 she/her 29yo

With this blog I am hoping to fuel my journey to learning digital art and writing more fanfics. I am fairly inexperienced with both, but I must start somewhere 🙌🏻

I am awkward online, but I swear I am stoked any time people chat with me. I take comments and place them proudly up on the fridge inside my heart.

Top favorite for each: 💙~☆Arthur☆~💙, Clavis🐆/Rio🐕, Mitsuhide🦊, Elbert💎/Victor 🖤

Routes completed/~working on:

Rev: Loki, Luka(2), Jonah, Seth, Edgar, Ray, Oliver, Zero, Harr, Luka(seq), ~Dalim, decided to quit (for now?) Ikerev: P2XH43FFD

Sen: Yuki, Nobu, Hideyoshi, Kenshin(2), Mitsunari, Sasuke, Mitsuhide(2), Shingen(2), Masamune, Yoshimoto, Ieyasu, Motonari, Kicho, Kanetsugu, Keiji, Kennyo, Hideyoshi(seq), Nobu(seq), ~Masamune(seq)

Vamp: Arthur(3), Isaac(2), Vincent, Vlad(2), Charles, Comte, Dazai, Theo, interlude, Mozart, Napo, Shakespeare, Jean, Leo, Napo(seq), Sebas, Faust, ~Arthur(seq)

Prince: Yves(2), Rio(2), Clavis(2), Chev(2), Nokto(2), Silvio(2), Licht(2), Leon(2), Luke(2), Keith(2), Sariel, Gil(2), Jin, Chev(seq2), ~Leon(seq)

Villains: William(2), Harri(2), Liam(2), ~Elbie

Ikepri: P9VCR4TPM~~~Ikevamp: P3VAHYB38

Ikesen: P3QG7KV59~~~Ikevil: P2ZJ7MSKX

Writing Masterlist

Ikemen Birthdays/Zodiacs in order

Tier list of favorite to least-favorite

My rooms, Icon

How I’m doing at any given moment

What I look like (‘cause it’s fun) current Moth, young Moth

18+ reblogs: @other-moth

My OC: @aureliacruorem

Non-fandom: @mistymoth

[chaosangel767]

🙋‍♀️It's WIP Wednesday. Who wants to see your WIP? This anon! 🙋‍♂️

“You wore the dress?” Theo looks you over, his eyes clouding over for the briefest of moments.

“My darling husband bought me a beautiful dress to wear, did you think I would wear something else?” you question, stepping way to slowly turn in front of him, showing him how the dress fits on you, subtly showing off all your curves.

“You are absolutely gorgeous, I am going to have such a hard time keeping my hands off you” Theo grumbles in your ear, his hands already wandering lower on your waist as he pulls you to whisper in your ear.

[xbalayage]

I love the two fics you have out so far! I read a lot of fanfiction in the fandom and just love how you write! I can't wait to read more! Is there a reason why you only write for Licht and Silvio? Do you have plans in the future to branch out to the other suitors? And do you have any wips you're currently working on? I hope you have a great day, Michelle!!

I got an anonymous ask and that made me super EXCITED. This is the second ask I've ever gotten. hdjfkalhFDkj Thank you!! It truly makes me feel good knowing people like my writing when I'm just trying to get back into it. The reason I only write for Licht and Silvio because I find them the easiest for me to write, for anyone else, I'd have to meticulously look up things about them and do research to make sure I'm doing their character justice. And just getting back into writing, I want to start comfortable before trying to take on the other suitors.

Leon was the first ever suitor I read and am tempted to try my hand at him, but not yet. A lot of people love Chevalier and Gilbert, and so do I, so they've also peaked my interest. I also love the other Ikemen Series and wouldn't mind dipping my toes into writing Vamp or Sen.

I've been interested in also trying to write Mozart, Isaac, Arthur, Vincent, Charles, Vlad, Nobunaga, Ieyasu, Yukimura, Masamune. BUT, there's a few people I haven't read their routes but I'd be interested in writing them, like Kanetsugu, Yoshimoto, Keiji, Motonari, Kicho, Shingen, Kenshin, Rio, Yves, Jin, Luke, Theo, Faust, Galileo, Leonardo.

*Lays down* There's just so many hot men.... sorry I kind of went into a tangent because I was excited to get an ask <3 I do have a few wips right now! But I've been jumping between them all because inspiration wouldn't suit the wip I was working on. Yesterday I was writing my Swordplay Foreplay smut fic and my toddler deleted 95% of it, so that was really depressing and demotivating, but I've been trying to get that one going again because it'll be my masterpiece and I will be known far and wide through the fandom for it.

...At least, that's the confidence I'm trying to have to keep myself motivated to keep writing it. I thought it was a unique idea and I haven't seen anyone else write anything close to it so far, so I HAVE TO JUMP ON IT.

I hope I answered your questions and you have an amazing day!! <3

[shameshomalo]

Yaaaallllll omfggg

[madam-mademoiselle]

Starlight

It was slowly getting dark one spring day. MC was dusting the entrance to the mansion when the front door slammed open, revealing the Van Gogh brothers. Before MC turned fully on them, she caught their appearance in the mirror. Both of them looked worse for wear with Theo slightly more scuffed up while he was carrying scraps of painted canvas and splintered wood that was once a painting.

Dropping her dusting cloth, she ran up to Vincent as he was closer to MC when they came through the door. Her hands gently cupped his face as she checked him over. A bruise painted on one of his cheeks. Ever the angelic vampire, he smiled gently, taking her hand in his. "We are alright MC. Just a couple of scrapes. We'll both be fine tomorrow."

She shook her head, "I won't be able to sleep tonight knowing that you both got hurt. You can tell me what happened in the kitchen." She told him softly, squeezing his hand. Hearing a step on one of the stairs, she whipped her head towards it. "Theo that means you too!" She chastised over her shoulder. He huffed angrily, "Hondje, I can take care of it myself!"

"Hondje wants to know what happened to the two of you and is concerned! Please just cooperate with me on this." Hurt bled in her voice, the thought that he didn't trust her to at least take care of him. Vincent placed a hand on MC's shoulder, "she should know Theo. She has been with us when you sold paintings or with me when painting. I don't think either of us could forgive ourselves if something happened to her."

That caught her attention, "fine. I'll let the hondje lick my wounds." Theo stormed past them, heading towards the kitchen. "Theo!" Her cheeks turned red and then pouted as Vincent grasped her hand and pulled her towards the kitchen. Along the way, she picked up any scraps that may have fallen from the bundle in Theo's arms. When she saw the colors of one of the canvas pieces, she knew it had been a recent painting Vincent had done for an upcoming exhibition.

Sebastian was just pulling a pan out of the oven as the trio walked into the kitchen. His eyes widened when he saw the rough shape of the brothers' clothing. Before he could say anything, MC walked by him to pull out a clean dish rag from a cabinet and to wet it, "I don't know either, they were about to tell me." Wringing it out, she started to gently dab at Vincent’s face. Sebastian had taken Theo's bundle from him to place on one of the counters.

"Who wants to go first?" Satisfied with how much cleaner his face, she took the rag and placed it in his hand, gesturing to his cheek while getting one for Theo. Annoyed, he sighed, the younger brother started off first. "We were both heading home after checking out a venue for a possible exhibition. Vincent had one of his paintings to place with the others to be stored. We were almost out of the business district when the L'Academie de Beaux Arts came out and jumped us. They were closer to- watch it hondje!" He growled.

The cold rag met a deep gash on the side of his head. "Sorry, getting the dirt and grime out. You don't want that healing over it, that sets it up for infection. Go on, I didn't mean to interrupt." Vincent decided to take up the other half the story, "they grabbed the painting I was carrying out of my hands. Theo tried to take it back, only to get punched. I told them they could take it if they left us alone."

"Broer, they smashed and stomped on your work! You worked so hard on it!" Theo snarled and nearly pulled away from MC before she pulled on Theo's ear to bring him back to her. There was a saddened look in Vincent’s eyes for a second then he gave Theo a small smile. "I would rather have a painting destroyed than to see my younger broer hurt." He paused for a moment, Sebastian had taken his rag to put fresh, cold water on it, and handed it back to Vincent.

"As Theo said, they destroyed the painting. Even after that, one of them took a swing at Theo again and there was a small scuffle. After they were satisfied, they warned us that if anyone were caught associating with us, it would be worse for that person. We picked up the pieces of what was left and came home." There was a pregnant pause, Sebastian spoke up, "you could have it in the park again. Lots of eyes would be on them if they decided to cause trouble again."

"We could, the problem is they would see those who can't defend themselves and go after them once they leave the venue is my guess. I don't want anyone harmed or uncomfortable when looking at the art. I want the paintings to speak, fully appreciated." Theo sighed tiredly as MC was done wiping his face and pulled the rag away, some of the wounds healing a little.

"Sebas, I'm heading up to my room. I'll just take some Rouge with me. I need to think about this." Leaving the kitchen, he did pause at the entrance to the hall. "Thank you." It was faint, but she caught it. Following the other brother's lead, Vincent hugged MC in thanks, grabbing a bottle as well. When both brothers left, the butler and the housekeeper were studying the destroyed painting. She jerked back as an idea hit her.

"Sebastian, I know my day off is next week, but can it be tomorrow? I need to get something ready." He placed one of wooden rods that stretched out the painting back in the pile. "May I ask what you are preparing? I don't need a surprise outcome that causes a mess." She laughed and shook her head, "nothing like that. I think I have an idea to cheer those two up." Sighing, she continued, "they have been having rotten luck this week and I know they have been through worse; I just want to do something at least to make them see it's okay."

Sebastian was studying his colleague, her eyes bright with determination. Her finger clutching tightly to a piece of the painting in her hand. Since she had arrived, she has been close with both brothers, they had both welcomed her in their own way. He gave her nod, "very well. You have it. May I ask for even a preview of what you have up your sleeve?" She giggled and shook her head again, "sorry Sebas, I'm pretty sure you'll figure it out."

She started to leave the kitchen in a rush, he called out to her again but had already left, running up the stairs to a certain wordsmith who could help and hopefully not reveal what she had in mind. Making sure Theo and Vincent weren't around or listening, she knocked lightly on the door.

Sapphire eyes behind tortoise shell glasses looked to see the resident housekeeper in his doorway. Before he could greet her, she raised a finger to her lips to stop him. Opening the door further, he offered to let her inside his room. She shut the door behind her, casting a glance at Arthur. He had made himself comfortable in his chair and she sat on his couch. "Arthur, I need your expertise." Her hands clasped in front of her. "It's in regards of Theo and Vincent."

Trademark smile, he leaned forward a bit, "and how can I be of help luv? I would have guessed you would have known them better than me, Theo especially." He winked teasingly. Her face flushed, "it's not that. I need you to buy me some time tomorrow by getting them out of the mansion." That got him to pause, his eyebrow raising on why she would ask. Reaching for his hand, she placed a piece of the canvas in it. Arthur examined it, "another row with the L'Academie?"

She nodded, "this time they both came home bruised up and looked so defeated… Vincent lost a painting and Theo his pride, but both brothers are worried about each other and their friends." Leveling her gaze to his, showing him she meant this, "Arthur, I would be ever grateful. Not only would you be doing it for me, but Theo as well. As much as you two give each other grief, he is your best mate."

He took a look at the scrap in his hand before catching her gaze, nodding. "I can do that luv, how long do you need them out?" She smiled, leaving her seat to capture him in a hug. "Thank you so much Arthur! You're the best!" He chuckled, accepting it before pulling back, "if you say so. Now what is the plan you have set?"

Quickly explaining to him that he could bring them back when the sun had set and make sure they didn't know. Especially Theo, knowing he could pick up on the suspension. They talked about the possibilities of why Arthur was tagging along before agreeing on the story. She did give him a peck on the cheek for thanks and left his room for hers.

As she got ready for bed, she went over to her purse. Pulling out a black rectangular object that had been sitting idle. She flipped the cover open to reveal a tablet. Her finger pushed the power button on, flashing a certain fruit on the screen. Entering her password, her wallpaper of home presented itself. The picture of it gave her a twinge of homesickness, but shook it off. Checking the battery status, she saw it was enough to do what she wanted. Turning it off once more, she placed it on the vanity table and headed to bed.

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She woke up a bit later than her usual time and put on her normal attire. Making her way down to the kitchen, she saw Arthur with the brothers leaving out the front door. Catching the door, Arthur shot her a wink before calling out to them to hold the carriage. Waiting a minute or two, she held her place at the top of the staircase.

Once the coast was clear, she headed towards the kitchen to reach the cellar. First thing she needed was a crate wide enough to place her tablet in it and make some minor adjustments to it. She hated going down there by herself, but would do anything for them, and she had a feeling it would ruin the surprise if she asked Sebastian to go down with her.

Her hand flapped desperately to find the light switch for the cellar, sighing in relief when she found it. Quickly going down the staircase, she saw the crates used for delivering the Blanc and Rouge neatly stacked in the corner. She went to grab a crate and she felt something prick her finger tips. Pulling them back and hissing, relieved no blood was drawn, Harry had huddled into it. The sleeping hedgehog relaxed when he saw it was her.

"Hey Harry, I hope I didn't scare you badly. If you are down here, I'm sure a certain someone will be searching for you shortly. Maybe I could trade you for something I need." Placing the hedgehog in her pocket once his spines relaxed. A white object caught her eye. Is that…? Walking closer and tugging on the corner, she saw it was an off white tarp, large enough to what she needed it to do. It was folded and placed in the crate to be carried easily. She ran back up the cellar stairs with the crate cradled under her arm. 

Panting and heading towards the 2nd floor stairs, she caught Napoleon by his sleeve as he headed down them. Eyeing him up and down, she nodded, "I'll need your help later. Need your height to hang something. Going to rope in Leonardo too, not a one person job." It caught him off guard. She was going on the move again when he caught her elbow before she got too far. "Hold on, where are you going? Can you explain what you want me to help hang up?"

She smiled before gesturing to the tarp in the crate. "This. As for what it will serve, that is a surprise." Winking at him, another idea came across her. "You and the others can come see what it is once the sun sets. It will be in the library. Also… if you happen to see Sebastian, tell him about it and if he wants to help, simple finger foods would help or snacks." Confusion still painted Napoleon's face as he nodded going towards the kitchen.

Finding Issac was easy. Once her foot hit the top landing, she saw him. Coming out of his room with a worried look, she startled him when she called out to him. "Sorry! Didn't mean to scare you! Everything okay?" His fingers reached for a pink lock, embarrassed to not be more aware of his surroundings. 

"Ah MC. I was about to go look for Harry. He must have gotten out of my room and I don't want him in King's mouth again." The memory of the upset hedgehog being toted around in the retriever's mouth was enough for Issac to chase the dog all across the grounds until Theo got home. Needless to say, King's mouth was tender for a few days and Harry was given a bath to rid himself of dog breath.

She scooped the tiny creature from her pocket with one hand and presented him to Issac. Harry squealed happily as he was removed from her hand into Issac's. "Harry! King is going to find you again if you keep escaping! Thank you MC!" Before he could return to his room, she tugged his sleeve. "Hey Issac? I wanted to ask you if I could borrow something of yours. Just for tonight."

He looked at her confused. "What do you need? I don't know of anything I have that could be of use." Knowing this would probably be harder than she thought, she shyly scratched neck. "Well, I kind of need to borrow your lenses that you use for your telescope… they'll be in a safe space I promise!"

Stunned, he blinked a few times. "I can't let you borrow those. They are still being tinkered with and currently in the telescope." Noticing the crestfallen look, she was going to let it go until he started to backtrack. Face blushing slightly, he started to play with a lock of his hair again. "I have some that I can't use, let me go get them." He went back into his room to place Harry back into his enclosure and retrieve the glass pieces.

Giving him her best smile, she placed the crate on the floor, and hugged him tightly when she saw the satin bag that had the pieces. "Oh thank you, thank you Issac!" When she let go of him after hearing his protest, his face was red as an apple. "Careful! You'll shatter them if you aren't! Can I ask why you need them?" She carefully tucked it into the folds of the tarp inside the crate. "You'll have to come to the library! I'll see you later! Burning daylight!" The crate was back cradled under arm once again.

Scampering down the hall, she caught the scent of cigarillos. Following her nose, she was outside of the Comte's room. Adjusting the crate on her hip, she knocked lightly on the door. Hearing the permission to enter, she opened the door softly. The stack of letters on the Comte's desk had her guessing they were from Leonardo's family. Both vampires turned towards the door at her, both offering her a smile.

"Ma chérie, Sebastian told me you had taken today off to work on something for Vincent and Theo." MC's eyes widened as he continued, "he told me this morning after they had left." The unlit cigarillo hung from Leonardo's fingers, halting his hand as he turned towards her. "'Scusa, but we can ask what you are up to? You've been running around the mansion a good part of the day and right now…" The tip of the cigarillo pointed towards the crate.

"Well, I sorta need your help with this next part. Your tool box and your height. I promised Jean I wouldn't go climbing ladders for a little while after missing a rung last time." Her hands started making a placating gesture before they could interject. "Not to worry! Didn't bruise or break! Jean may or may not have caught me before I hit the floor." She sheepishly cleared her throat. "I need to ask if you have anything small enough to make a circular hole here, big enough for a lens."

Handing him the box, he studied the wood on the crate. Tapping here and there, she showed him where she wanted it. Taking the box, he placed a hand on her head. "You'll need to meet Napoleon in the library. I'll be there shortly. Just need the tarp hung up and the box done, then I'll be able to show everyone what I have been up to." Ruffling her hair and chuckling, he walked out of the Comte's room.

Papers shuffled as he moved the letter pile in the desk drawer. "Seems you came to his rescue. Telling me that I moan too much about all these letters." He smiled as he stood up, "I have a feeling about what you are working on and I have to ask because I don't know if it could influence time here." 

Timeless gold eyes stared into MC's as she felt like she had been caught. Her face started to flush, almost feeling like a naughty child. She should have asked the Comte if this was okay to begin with but when she had her mind focused... "It's Vincent’s artwork and the letters they sent back to each other. I want to show them that they continue to inspire, even as far as my time. I just… just…" She was wringing her hands.

Giving him the best puppy dog look, he sighed and relented. "Ma chérie, that is being naughty. You know you have everyone wrapped around these little fingers of yours." He took one of her hands to place a chaste kiss on the back of it. "Theo is fortunate that you came his way. I'll see you in the library. I can't wait to see what you have planned." He let go of her hand and escorted her to the door.

Glancing out the window, she realized how close it was until the sun was fully gone. She walked to her room to grab the tablet and headed down to the library, knowing chaos would happen if she kept everyone waiting.

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The tablet had come alive fully, displaying a different wallpaper of home. As it turned out, all the residents had come into the library. Leonardo and Napoleon were rigging the tarp above the fireplace. Couches and chairs were in a horseshoe shape, Sebastian had brought in finger foods and snacks along with an extra serving cart that had the crate with Issac's lenses.

"Aishiko-san we were wondering what happened to you. Your footfalls got quiet." Noticing the tablet in her hands, his sight fell on it. "Hmm? What is that in your hands?" Dazai had stepped close to MC, looking at the bright screen that illuminated her face. She met his gaze and showed it to him, smiling. "Last piece of my puzzle. Now I just need Arthur to bring-"

There was a crashing noise followed with Dutch curses. She set it on the cart and rushed out to the foyer to see Theo fisting some of Arthur's shirt in one hand and Vincent trying to pull him away with his other arm pinned. With a squeal, MC ran between Theo and Arthur, her fingers entwined in his shirt. "Hey hey hey! Theo! Theo! Let him go!" Stormy cerulean eyes looked down at the housekeeper and she kept her gaze steady on his. Sighing, he let go of Arthur, "hondje don't you know better than get in the middle of a fight?"

"Broer I don't think you would hurt MC. It's been a long day and all Arthur wanted to do was to help." Vincent loosened his grip and pulled away from his sibling. Arthur dusted himself off and straightened his outfit. "Alright MC, the sun has set and they are back here. Everything set?" He cheerfully asked as he walked past her into the library.

"Set? What is set? What is he talking about?" Grabbing hold of Vincent’s hand in her other one, she started to tug both brothers to the library. "Well if I told you, it wouldn't be much of a surprise. Take a seat, grab a bite, and maybe some Rouge, just have to finish this last bit since you are both here." Making sure they were sitting, she closed the curtains before picking up the tablet and pulling up her playlist of videos she had.

Standing the tablet in the box and blocking the light from escaping. She cleared her throat. Everyone had quieted down and turned their attention to her. Not used to having this many eyes on her, she cleared her throat. "First off, I want to thank those who went with my fly by the seat of my pants plan. Without that, I wouldn't be able to do this tonight. Second, Vincent and Theo, I hope you had a better day. And thirdly, I thought I would share this with you."

Moving out of the way, the light went through the lens of the crate and onto the tarp. Turning off the lights, the video on the tablet was displayed. Hearing some soft gasps and sounds of glee. Making sure the volume was as high as it would go, she hit play. The picture started to move and the woman in the video started speaking. Nudging herself between the brothers, she sat comfortably.

The woman was MC's sister, questioning her about the area they were in and if this was the right place. The buildings were a bit dilapidated and there was construction. MC had laughed when she heard her sister that she was leading them somewhere they would be possibly killed. Pointing ahead, MC directed her sister and the camera towards a large two story sign on the side of a new building that said Van Gogh Immersive Experience.

The next video buffered a few moments, she heard Theo mutter in confusion about immersive. When it was playing, they were both inside with a young man explaining what to expect once inside the room. Before MC could step inside, her sister gave her one of the high quality cameras she used in her photography business. It was small and was able to be placed on MC's hat that she was wearing. The video ended there.

"I don't understand. What are you-" taking her hand out of Theo's, she covered his mouth with it and nodded towards the screen. His eyes followed and widened when he saw the portraits Vincent had painted. The next video was from the point of view of MC. The room MC and her sister were in, the paintings had completely covered the walls from the projections. Music accompanied the pieces as it transitioned to more artwork.

From the starkness, groaning could be heard as the flooring began to take root, the projections had changed to irises, sunflowers, and trees as they grew up the wall. "Theo, they are moving! They are swaying like they are in the wind! Do you see that broer?" The excitement in Vincent’s voice was apparent. Theo had removed MC's hand from his mouth, watching in amazement as well. For the first time, Theo had been stunned.

Some pieces had their sweet somber music while others had more upbeat to dissipate it. The movement, the sounds had brought the art to life. While everyone's eyes were on the screen, she was watching the room. Everyone was enamored with the videos. Food, Rouge, and Blanc forgotten. The pressure from holding hands with Vincent had tightened. She gave it a squeeze, smiling at the wonder in his eyes.

It went on for twenty-five minutes, displaying any paintings that had been done and when it reached her favorite part of the video. Dark blues and yellows danced on the floor and walls, the sound of water echoed. Starry Night Over the Rhône had encased the entirety of the room. The stars swirling or glowing slightly as they reflected in the water of the painting. Morphing into a piece that was well known, Starry Night made the final appearance before the walls turned black and the video seemed to end.

There was silence before white lettering started appearing on the wall. Praises for Vincent’s artwork in different languages were played while handwritten letters with signatures from both brothers were shown. MC's sister spoke up quietly, "I can read the signatures, but I don't know what's being said or displayed."

MC from the video started to speak, "basically a guy by the name of Theodorus, who was Vincent’s brother and personal art dealer, was constantly encouraging him. That letter right there is saying those idiots don't know art if it came up and bit them right up… yeah not going to finish that bit. He also said Starry Night will not be forgotten, how could anyone say that?" MC sighed, "I don't think anyone could forget any of these. Everything is so beautiful."

Letters started to filter on the wall as MC started translating them. People listened to what she said, crowding closer. When the letters faded from the wall and the exhibition ended, the crowd had left and leaving the siblings the last two in there, the sister turned towards MC. "I'm sorry, when did you actually start learning Dutch? Did you read the letters before we came here?"

"I'm not fully fluent in it, I just know enough to get the gist of it. I probably would butcher some, if not all, of the pronunciations. And I didn't read any of the letters before we got here either. Besides, it's not something you whip out in everyday conversations." Changing the subject, she nudged her sister. "C'mon, I'm getting hungry. I want to try that restaurant downtown before traffic gets bad and it gets dark. You're buying." The video ended there as MC's sister looked at MC and with the tablet now dead, the room was thrown into pitch black.

Hopping up from her position from between the brothers, she flipped on the lights. There was a sound of soft applause. She was confused, her gaze focused on the brothers now stiff on the sofa. Hoping she didn't overwhelm them, she walked back over and kneeled in front of them. 

"You both had sprung a movement that art doesn't have to follow a certain formula. That art is subjective and can be awe inspiring. That your emotions are what brings living, breathing life in a still life painting. You don't have to hide it! There will always be support! Don't let this storm extinguish your light. The inspiration and hope that you both lead forward with is what helps magnify it!" 

Tears were gathering in her eyes, before she could stand back up, Vincent had lunged forward and wrapped his arms around her. Squeezing her tightly in a hug, feeling his tears start to splash in her neck, and soft thank yous echoing in her ears. She returned the hug with the same amount of pressure and gently patted his back. Theo hadn't said a word as he got up from his seat. He left the library without glancing towards MC.

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The clean up had been relatively easy and promises had been made of explaining more about her DIY projector box in the morning. She had carefully given Issac back his lenses before he retired for the night in his room. Vincent had rushed off to his easel, a new found of energy to start a new painting.

She helped Sebastian finish the last of the nightly chores before she returned to her room. The dead tablet now resting in the crook of her elbow. When she got to her door however, Theo was leaning against the wall beside it. He had an expression on his face she couldn't read while he was deep in thought.

"Theo? Is everything okay? I didn't mean to upset you or anything when I was showing the uh, projections." That is what Comte and Arthur told her to describe it as to avoid confusion. He was still silent when she asked her next question. "Why don't you come in?" She opened the door and gestured to him to go first.

He sat on her bed while placing the tablet next to her purse. It was awkward silence before he spoke up, "is that the last time you'll get to see your sister?" The question took her off guard, taking the spot next to him on the bed. "On that? It is. I don't have many of them where it is just me and my sister. She had been busy for the past 6 months with her business. The only time I saw her was on Sundays and that was her day off." She laughed sadly, "we had planned so hard to have one day where it could be the two of us having the time to spend as sisters. The tickets to the exhibition were even harder to come by due to everyone snatching them up before I could pay for ours. But we managed to get them and have fun that day. I was so happy to spend time with her."

"And now you can't hear your sister speak again? Why would you show us what you have as a happy memory to us when you knew the risk of never hearing her again?" She pondered the question before answering him. She slipped her hand into his softly. Meeting his gaze she replied, "because you and everyone here are my family too. No matter how eccentric the others are here, they all come together to help one another. I wanted to show you and Vincent that all that effort you put into showing his work had reaped an abundance of love by bringing people from different worlds together by art." 

Leaning into his arm, he had stiffened slightly as she added tenderly. "Last night when you came home, it hurt to see the frustration and anger cloud your eyes. It looked like you lost some hope that night. You do so much for everyone, even though you put on that mean mug look at times. You care for the people that are in your circle and Vincent happens to the one closer to you than anyone else. I didn't have much to offer other than what I had tonight. I wanted to show you in my own way I care for you, even if you call me a hopeless puppy at times."

Theo's arm had come up behind her back to brush her hair strands through his fingers. He sighed, "MC… you mentioned to your sister that your Dutch wasn't up to par. Any reason why you were learning it?" She made a low groaning noise in her throat. "It's silly to be honest… I may have picked the wrong class you could say. I was wanting to take Deutsche and had selected Dutch instead. I couldn't exactly back out because I had paid for the course and there was another fee to pay if I backed out of it."

He was silent before the fingers that were in her hair left to pinch her cheek teasingly. "You learned a language you had no interest in because you didn't read which course you wanted? But that sounds like you hjonde." His fingers let go of the abused skin to let his thumb rub the red area. "Just like you did tonight, you were telling those people in the projections, who couldn't read what Vincent and I wrote to really sell the exhibition. You say you don't have much to give, but you do it daily. You give yourself to everyone here, especially me and my broer."

Tilting her head so their gazes met, he continued, "do you know what sterrenlicht means?" She wracked her brain and was taking the word apart mentally, "licht means light I know that much." His sky blue eyes softened along with a small smile, "starlight. Even when things seem dark, one look in your eyes and I see light. Moonless nights are brightened by the stars. The stars that Vincent paints remind me of yours. Bright. Inspirational. They guide me back to be the man I want to be in your eyes."

MC's heart started to beat faster as they were a breath away from both of their lips meeting. Face flushing further after that pinch, she decided to take the risk and place her lips on his. He seemed shocked, before returning it with more pressure than she did. She pulled away to breathe and rest her forehead against his. Both basking in the afterglow of it and the unspoken affection. "You are just as important to me as my broer. I may not show it openly, but you are." Pulling away from her, his normal sadistic smirk replaced the tender look on his face.

"Get some rest hjonde. I'll need some help moving paintings in a two story building. Need you bright eyed in the morning. Welterusten." He placed a hand on her head before getting up from the bed and leaving her room. When the door shut, she had a dopey smile from the euphoria from the kiss. That night when she went to bed, she dreamt of a starry night along the river with a certain Dutchman walking by her side.

Thank you @aeoncryptic for proof reading some and let me ramble about this idea!

[mansions-maiden]

I can't help but imagine this:

Just like there are hoard of Blanc and rouge bottles in the mansion's cellar, there is also a large amount of syrup bottle stashed in cellar only for Theo.

When there is 'syrup crisis' , Theo just dashes down the hallways literally to grab 2 or more bottles of syrup.

Everyone is staring at him in disbelief while he just drowns the pancakes in entire bottle of syrup. Arthur smirks and starts to make fun of him but retreats when he hears Theo growl.

Arthur : smirks

Theo : visible frustrated face directed towards Arthur

Arthur: gulps audibly and retreats