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gunraekae · 8 months ago

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having an off day 2

Ophelia by Sir John Everett Millais

>ikemen vampire

>mansion residents (+bonus) x reader

>a/n: the second half of your off day. here is how your morning and early afternoon went.

Leonardo da Vinci

While Leonardo isn’t necessarily your responsibility to awaken (he could really be anywhere in or out of the mansion, it’s far too much effort for anyone to find him and urge him to eat. Let’s not forget he’s an immortal vampire, he doesn’t even need to.), a small and guilty part of you tends to seek him out anyway. He’d done a lot for you when you first stumbled into the mansion and has acted as one of the main components of your support system since then.

It was nearing noon and after you’ve awoken Napoleon, Leonardo was surprisingly awake and in the library. Perched upon one of the oak armchairs by the window, the sunlight streaming through the glass painted him in a glorious light – reminding you of the timeless beauty the purebloods possess. He looked like he was in one of his own paintings, and you would be a villain to disturb that.

Still, his vampiric senses had a lower threshold than the others and he could sense your presence (or really, smell your blood) before you even opened the library doors.

“Surprised I’m up so early, cara mia?” The husky rumble of his baritone voice always sent pleasant shivers down anyone’s spine. His golden eyes, brightened by the sunlight, peered above the book he held in one hand straight at yours.

“I suppose.”

“Hmm… come closer will you?” His wolfish eyes narrowed in disdain at your lethargic response. Reluctantly, you follow his command and sit across from him at the window. He discards his book, leaning on his knees to get a better look at your morose disposition. A displeased hum, then he places a finger under your chin to move your face even closer to his.

“That won’t do. Such an emotion dims your eyes.” His artist-eye grazes over your face, observing your downturned lips and your swollen, teary eyes. A knowing smirk, and he settles back on the armchair. He leans on the armrest, the slouching figure alluring in his own charm.

“You’re a smart girl. You can guess what’ll happen next, can’t you?” His handsome smirk grows at your knowing sigh.

“Just don’t throw me over your shoulder this time.”

“No promises, cara mia.” He huffs as he rises and moves to your side. With a motion for you to raise your arms, he at least carries you princess-style as he speeds to the mansion’s exit.

It’s not entirely unpleasant being in Leonardo’s strong arms, and you find the warmth almost soothing to your turbulent thoughts. He takes you to your signature spot: a small dock on one of the more solitary ends of the Seine river. He wants to give you the princess treatment, so he’ll slowly row the two of you down the water.

On the romantic boat-ride through the Seine, with Leonardo’s golden eyes trained on your face and giving you his full attention, it would be quite difficult to resist confiding in him. In your lowest moments so far, he’d been nothing short of comforting — holding you in his arms when you were afraid during your first night, sleeping outside your door for the following week, and whisking you away from your chores to dispel the unhealthy façade you kept up.

In fact, a small part of Leonardo is ecstatic that you felt safe and comfortable enough with him and the other residents that you could freely express your more negative emotions with them (but hopefully mostly with him. Forgive him, he can be a bit possessive).

However long it takes you to quell the darkness in your mind, Leonardo is there to receive anything you throw at him. He can wrap you in a warm embrace and caress your back, offer you wise advice to your problems, or just listen to your thoughts. Whatever you need most, Leonardo will give it to you.

Leonardo hopes you’ll always run into his arms any time you have problems and allow him to fix it, like he does with machines. That being said, he doesn’t mind seeking you out and literally carrying you away from your responsibilities to ease your torment. Wrapped in his big, strong arms and shielded from your worries, it’d be difficult not to feel at ease with this loveable dork. Anything and everything you ask for he’ll deliver, and if you don’t know what that is, he’ll give you a familiar experience that comforted you in the past. There isn’t much that fazes him with his long years on Earth, but just the teary sheen over your eyes is enough to twist his heart in painful knots.

Isaac Newton

Lost in his bustling mind and distracted by an equation he couldn’t quite solve last night, he unfortunately only caught Theo’s grumbles of “pouring his own damn coffee,” and your departing figure to the kitchen. He thought nothing of it, believing Theo was just being his usual insufferable self and holed up in his study for the day.

If you weren’t responsible for delivering lunch to him, he’d have never caught wind of your off-character today. So when your voice behind his door lacked its usual lively pitch, he wanted to bash his head open for not noticing it during breakfast.

When you entered his study you quietly placed the tray on one of his tables, wishing for an easy escape from his calculating rosy eyes. At your quickly retreating figure, the swirling worries in Isaac’s head scolded him for his indifference and how that coldness definitely would break your heart. He grasped at your sleeve and pulled you with more force than he intended, landing your entire upper body on his lap. (You’ll have to forgive his awkward execution, he really means well.)

“I’m terribly sorry mc! I didn’t mean to do that.” He bristles and helps you regain your composure. “Actually, I did intend to pull you closer. I want to apologise as well for not noticing you sooner. I should have been the first to seek you out.” While he does mean what he says, he finds that maintaining eye contact is a bit difficult and from his blushing ears, you can tell he’s just nervous.

“The first? Isaac, you don’t have to do anything.” Similar to him, you felt ashamed that he felt obligated to comfort you. Isaac, upon noticing that, wildly shook his hands in firm rejection of that implication.

“Not at all! You’ve always been there for me mc; defending, accompanying, encouraging me. Perhaps it’s even a bit selfish, but seeing your smile is the highlight of my day. Without it, I find I’m in a bit of a bind, as you can see.” He gestures for the messy scrawls of that damn equation he can’t seem to solve.

“I hope you won’t let Theo’s boorish manners bother you. And I hope you won’t mistake my foolishness for indifference either. I want to be here for you, mc. I’m not like Napoleon, so I admit this doesn’t come easy to me, but I want to be close to you.” Isaac rises from his chair to move closer to you.

Despite his rapid pulse, his trembling hands find yours and squeeze them gently. “Please tell me all that ails you, all your frustrations, and stresses, and allow me to do for you what you’ve always done for me.”

His sincerity is touching. Isaac sits you down on one of the seats by his table and offers you half the sandwich you made for him. Whatever you indulge Isaac with, he eagerly accepts. He can’t help the fascinated gleam in his eyes at the unfiltered emotions in your expression — in fact, his heart actually warms at being able to do this for you.

It was inevitable that a few tears escaped your eyes; while it did sink his heart, Isaac seized the opportunity to be closer to you. In a surprising show of boldness, he tucks a strand that obscured your face, behind your ear. “Thank you, darling, for showing me this side of you.” He murmured intimately.

“Isaac, you’re—”

The confidence that deluded him in that moment quickly dissipated at your surprised face. “I apologise! I’m not sure what came over me then.” Perhaps it was because it was just you and him, and he found your presence far easier to relax in than anyone else, but he found it in him to laugh.

“You’re really a wolf in sheep’s clothing sometimes.”

“You can blame my teasing on yourself. After all, you’re the reason my new life is more hectic—” Isaac chuckles “but I can’t say that hasn’t made it so much happier.”

After supper, Isaac timidly approaches you in the kitchen. “I’ve set up my telescope out in the yard tonight… Would you care to join me?”

Laying on the soft grass with Isaac was incredibly soothing, the picturesque night sky splattered with the many shining stars, unpolluted by the 19th century Paris city. Isaac would focus the lens on specific constellations and allow you to view them through the telescope. While you admired its brightness, he’d excitedly tell you about each one. Eventually, the day’s fatigue would catch up to you, and Isaac, noticing it, would seat himself a little bit closer to you, in hopes you’d lay your head on his ready shoulder.

Finally, soft peace had settled on your hardened features. It was during moments like these with you that Isaac envied the artists’ talents — they could capture this moment for eternity and he only had his memory to keep the sight in his mind. In spite of that regret though, a part of him was proud that it was him who could witness this adorable sight.

While extremely awkward in execution, Isaac’s heart breaks in two at the mere thought of you feeling upset. This is worsened when it takes him longer than the others to notice it — couple that with his less-than-stellar social skills, and he’s bound to mess up in the process. But his sweet intentions shine through his small, affectionate gestures and his eagerness to listen to you. It’s quite adorable how happy he feels that he can finally return some semblance of what you’ve done for him. He’d provide his room as a safe space, but he’ll also gladly bring his telescope and stargaze with you in the courtyard. If you doze off, he’ll offer his shoulder and feel blessed that you shared your day with him, the feeling even sweeter knowing that it was him you chose to spend the evening with.

Jean d’Arc

Part of your evening routine was to meet with Jean in the library after supper and practice writing. Tonight, despite your mood, you felt it would be far too cruel to abandon poor Jean, who found it hard to spend time with others; it was only through these sessions that you could foster a connection with the elusive man.

Jean was extremely blessed that your radiant presence was in the library for him tonight. Napoleon had informed him earlier of your despondent spirits. Initially, it spurred an almost murderous glint in Jean’s eye at whoever had caused you suffering, but with Napoleon’s clarification, his rage on your behalf settled into a thorny discontent.

Of all people to suffer torment, why did it have to be mc; his radiant angel? The kind soul who ensured that night-after-night, she found time to teach and accompany him? It was because of your beautiful self that his chest was not as heavy with the weight of his sins everyday. And yet, you also had to endure these torturous emotions, despite all that you’d done for him. It truly did not make sense in Jean’s mind. It should be monsters like him that suffer, not angels like you.

So Jean resolved it within himself that he would do all that he could to alleviate the weight in your heart and fight the shadows that dared to dim the brightness in you.

Unbeknownst to you, after his work he wrote a letter that communicated his sincere appreciation and sheer affection for you, far better than he could verbally. He wrote of his sadness that a person like you, who cared so much for others and always put themselves last, suffered behind a smile. He longed to one day be as expressive as the writers (he never thought the day would come that he’d envy the likes of Arthur or Dazai) so that he could comfort you directly with words instead of having to convey all his sentiments through a letter.

Safe to say that when Jean handed you his clumsily penned letter, tears immediately rushed down your face at his touching sincerity. Jean grew alarmed, blaming himself for causing you further distress. You stopped him from kneeling on the ground for repentance and instead, wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders.

“Thank you Jean. You’re much kinder than you think.” Jean would be a touch flustered, but would wrap an arm around your shoulders to offer you the comforting embrace he only dreamed he could give you. And yet, here he was, finally able to offer you at least a semblance of peace in small payment for all you’ve unknowingly done for him.

It was absolutely unfathomable to Jean that such a radiant and kind person like you had to suffer some of the torturous thoughts like he had. It felt wrong that God would allow those thoughts to plague your brilliant mind; so Jean, aware of his shortcomings in this department, would absolutely try his best to fight your demons for you. Words were extremely difficult for Jean to convey, but he’d try to make you proud by doing so in a letter. Your brightness prevented him from succumbing to the haunting shadows of his past. His sheer devotion and protectiveness for you would be revealed in that letter, but if you needed him to support you in-person: whether by embracing you in his strong arms, punching out your frustrations on his sturdy chest, or burying your face in his neck to block out the world, Jean would do all of it for you.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

The day had stretched on, and while most of your heartache was eased from the residents’ efforts, insomnia purged your rest nonetheless. You knew that remaining under your warm blankets would change nothing of your predicament, so perhaps a short walk (by the mansion’s standards) to the kitchen for a glass of water would arouse drowsiness back in your hazy mind.

On your way, you passed by Mozart’s studio. Tonight he played a more serene song, the soft notes floating through the air and quelling some of the remaining despair in your head. You didn’t mean to, as you knew that Mozart hated to be disturbed while practising (really only for the men — it was difficult to be upset at you), but you lingered by his ivory doors.

Suddenly, his song ceased. “Come in, mc.” Startled at the fact that he heard you, and even more at recognising you from what little sound you made, you were compelled to follow his command.

Mozart was always a vision to look at: the moonlight streaming through the gap in his window was reflected in his alabaster locks. Awaiting for you, his deep purple eyes were unreadable as it scanned your figure. If you looked even closer, there was a discernible trace of worry that twisted his brows.

“What was with you today?” Not one to mince words, Mozart hit right where it was sensitive.

“It’s nothing of concern.” Mozart huffed indignantly. To you this resembled his usual shortness with you, but inside, he was deeply envious at the fact that you opened up to everyone except him today. Wanting to remedy that inconsistency, he rose from his seat and advanced towards you.

“Liebchen.” He insisted as he reached for your hand.

“You have enough to worry about, Wolf.”

“And I want you to be one of them.” As opposed to his usual rough manners with you, he softly stroked your knuckles. Since he knew that it would be difficult for you to dredge up and unearth your worries once again, he settled for providing you a small piece of comfort for the night.

Mozart gently guided you by the wrist to sit beside him before his grand piano.

“Would you like to try a duet I drafted recently? I haven’t been able to complete it because I had no partner—” he trailed his fingers from your wrist to your hands to unclench them “until now.” He delicately intertwined his long fingers around yours and gave your hand a loving squeeze. Then, he carefully guided your hands down to the piano keys.

He slowly taught you a small part of the song, and within a few tries, you were quick enough to match the tempo he had in mind. Your attempt at the duet together went as well as expected, the discordant notes completely altering the softly romantic song to a playful one instead.

To your surprise, a loud chuckle burst out of Mozart. “How clumsy,” he said, his eyes squinting in unadulterated affection.

If you confide in Mozart of your lingering disturbance and your insomnia, Mozart will guide you toward the bedroom connected to his studio. Mozart had to fluff up the unused pillows but urged you under the covers anyway. He’d leave the door open and play the most soothing lullaby on his piano to quell your sleeplessness.

Mozart is rather brusque and difficult to approach — painfully aware of that, he knew he wasn’t the first you’d approach, as much as it hurts him to admit that fact. Still, when the opportunity arose later that night with just the two of you, Mozart jumped at the chance to ease your pain. He’d try to cheer you up in his own way, but ultimately does what he knows best. He doesn’t play for anyone at all, and while many of his songs are dedicated to important historical figures, he documents a few pieces solely to you and caters to whatever you need most at that moment. Tonight, he plays an improvised song of yearning: he imagines a quiet man, unable to properly express the depth of his love for his dearest one, humming this soothing lullaby to send his suffering love to slumber.

Bonus: William Shakespeare

Unfortunately, Will is physically and figuratively out of the loop with the happenings in the mansion. Your off day being one of the most regrettable events that he missed out on.

He longed to have witnessed the harsh colours of despair taint your lovely visage and have been the man to lift that darkness.

He yearns to have been the loving angel to embrace you while your tears wet the earth. He imagines that black roses and blue violets would grow from your tears that watered the ground.

He longs to have been the dashing knight that whisked you away from your responsibilities and brought you to a secret place that only the two of you knew about. The intimacy of being the only one to witness your vulnerable side was tragically enticing for him.

How fortunate the mansion residents were to bear witness to all the mesmerising dimensions you had. Capricious Fate has tricked him yet again in this instance as he can only hear about this event from Vincent. How tragic was he that he had only his imagination to provide him inaccurate images of your tainted beauty that day.

While he knew this day had long passed, he couldn’t stop his longing fingers from scribing a letter to you, urging a visit as soon as possible so that he may offer a belated gift of comfort and perhaps, selfishly, indulge in your presence.

He’d deliver a bouquet of those blue violets, carnations, and chrysanthemums to you (thanks in part to his vampiric benefactor), coupled with an expensive gift of several rings (so that you may imagine it was his fingers intertwined with yours) and a floral perfume that matches the flowers.

Bonus: Vlad

After your boat-ride with Leonardo, the two of you idly strolled about town. Leonardo quickly left to purchase a box of cigarillos from a foreign vendor, the limited stock too alluring for him to pass up on. You insisted on waiting on a nearby bench, a little ways away from the busy stand.

“A storm is brewing behind those lovely eyes. I wonder what caused it and what incompetent ward has allowed it to continue.” Vlad’s sweet voice sounded right beside your ear. You jumped, much to his amusement, but the underlying protectiveness under that pleasant expression was marked by you nonetheless.

“Has he been overworking you?”

You hastily quell the accusation Vlad threw in the air.

“I wonder what could be the cause of those dark clouds in my darling’s eyes.” Vlad sighs in stark concern, lifting a hand to your temple gently massaging it.

“I wonder what worries your pretty head.” He moves that same hand to your forehead and smooths the wrinkles there.

“And I wonder what caused these soft lips to frown.” He trails his fingers from your head down to your cheek, and finally on your lower lip. The delicate way he handled your face felt as if you were a newly bloomed flower that was too sensitive to nature’s forces and required Vlad’s devoted care.

There was both gentleness and a stark possessiveness with how familiarly and easily he glided his fingers across your face. It seemed he longed to touch even more of you, but found restraint and settled in tucking your hair away from your face instead.

“If you stayed in my castle instead of his mansion, you won’t know any misery or work.” He longingly stroked the ends of your hair and eventually trailed his fingers to meet with your hands. Upon closer inspection, Vlad laments the dryness from cleaning products on your hands. He lovingly strokes your knuckles before lifting them to his lips kissing each one.

“Cara mia, I don’t have to beat this guy to get him to back off, do I?”

A painful expression overtook Vlad’s sweet face, and with great reluctance, he backs off as per Leonardo’s request.

“Such brutes he houses. No wonder my flower has withered in their company.”

Before Leonardo could provoke him further, you led him away from Vlad, whose eyes longingly followed you until you were out of his sight.

Bonus: Charles-Henri Sanson

While waiting for Arthur to pay for his gifts for you, you sat on a bench outside the busy store. A pair of familiar lilac eyes brightened at the sight of your figure. He bounded over to you like a loving puppy reuniting with its owner. This unfortunately startled you as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders from behind.

“Mc! It’s been way too long since I’ve seen you. I really really really missed you.” He murmured while nuzzling his face into your neck. To your relief, he reluctantly released you from his hold, only to sit right next to you.

Only when he could take a closer look at your expression does his cheerful face crumble. He tenderly cups your face and mourns the wistful spirit of it. “My poor mc, what happened?”

You shook your head, unable to meet his worried eyes. This breaks Charles-Henri’s heart even further as he wishes he could take whatever was bothering you and replace it with his love instead. In that thought process an idea springs into his head.

He takes your hand, and after squeezing it, places it near his heart. “I want you to channel all your sadness into this hand and give it all to me instead.” His silly charade breaks you out of your stupor, and since you don’t have the heart to reject his sweet lilac eyes, you relent and play along.

“Good girl. Now, I’m going to channel all my love for you in my hand and place it in your heart. Ready?” He places his hand on your chest and playfully scrunches his face as if he was straining. “Mmmm… there! Did you feel my love enter you?”

Ignoring the suggestive statement and the even more suggestive position you two were in, his hopeful face was too innocent to reject.

“Yes, I think I felt a little bit of warmth enter me just now.”

Charles-Henri’s face lit up in adorable joy.

“Whatever you’re going through, I know you can overcome it. You’ve healed the darkness in me, and many others’ and we owe you for that.”

“Thank you Charles.”

A satisfied hum left his lips as he leaned even closer to you.

“I love you so much mc—”

“You can scamper off now, Sanson.” Arthur’s annoyed voice sounded from behind you. Charles willfully ignored him as he continued to squeeze your hand.

“I hope you can feel my love whenever you’re sad like this—”

“Leave, old boy! Can’t you see she’s had enough of you?”

“Come visit me and the others at the church soon!” Almost comically, Arthur drags Charles away by his collar. He turns around and waves at you. It’s a bit embarrassing to admit, but a small smile reached its way to your lips at Charles' cute antics.

thank you once again for taking the time to read my writing. there were a few I wasn't too satisfied with, but I hope you liked it nonetheless.

leave a like and/or a reblog if this was a fun read for you. despite its self-indulgence, I hope this comforted you a lil bit.

have a wonderful day my love <3

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aquagirl1978 · 4 months ago

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For your Freaky Friday asks...

Who do you think is the kinkiest in Prince, Vamp, and Villains? And what are they into that makes them so kinky?

Let's go in order of which series was the easiest for me to answer.

Ikemen Villains - In a game where every suitor has one (or more) kinks, this was an easy one - hands down, it's Alfons, the reddest of all the red flags. Need I say more than tail plug?

Ikemen Prince - This game is pretty vanilla when it comes to kinky stuff. I've gotta go with Gilbert. Between biting and handcuffs and chains, Gilbert doesn't have much competition in this area.

Ikemen Vampire - This one made me think. I haven't played the game much recently. and when I did, I didn't play all the events, so I missed alot of sexy times, so forgive my answer if it's ooc or anything. I'm gonna say Comte - given his past as a hedonist, and considering he's an immortal pureblood, I think he might have some secrets in that closet of his. Exactly what, I don't really have any idea - I can see him tying up his lover. And I wouldn't be shocked if he partook in a threesome.

#forbidden friday #ikevamp #ikepri #ikevil

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yanderepuck · 1 year ago

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Welcome to my blog~

I only write for Ikemen Vampire, but I'd like to let you know that this isn't a fandom blog, it is a personal blog, its just that Ikemen Vampire has been my hyperfixation for the last four years so that's really all that is on here.

I really appreciate it if you could comment and reblog the work of mine that you like so that I can keep writing for you guys.

Enjoy!

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Napoleon Mozart Leonardo Vincent Theo Arthur Isaac Jean Dazai Shakespeare Comte Sebastian Vlad Faust Charles Drake Galileo

Headcanons for All Things that might as well be canon The Pets

Trying sushi When mom and dad aren't home Charles x Vincent Platonic: Part 1 - Part 2 Vincent x Dazai Platonic: Part 1 - Part 2 Will x Vincent genderbend Evil Trio group chat Everyone is babies Hunter AU Sword lessons The guys in Twisted Wonderland dorms Me snapping their suspenders Mc with mental illness Secret Santa

Spicy things Masterlist Just Writer Trio Things Masterlist Pirate AU Masterlist Kiss Event Lines Masterlist Sleepwalking Isaac Masterlist Depressed Vincent Masterlist Charles Route Release Campaign Ikevamp OC Masterlist OC Masterpost Catboy Cafe AU: Part 1 - Part 2 - Mini Story - Cafe Layout Salai Route Masterlist

How old the guys were when they died How their ages work Vincent's Romantic Life: Part 1 - Part 2 Drake's route chapter 1&2 / Drake's Route chapter 23&24 Why doesn't Leonardo like Will? So how old are the purebloods?

No one believes each other They actually have vampire abilities No one understands French - Bonus I - Bonus II They have a social media following Mc is a pureblood - Bonus I Mc has an underfunded American public education

Who is eating the peas with their fish and chips Coffee or Tea? Biting Jude Canon vs Fanon heights

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fang-and-feather · 1 year ago

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Ikemen Vampire - Comte x Reader x Leonardo

Visions of Temptation, Day 5 Prompt: Spit-Roasting

Challenge hosted by @xxsycamore

This is not the fic I was planning to post for Comte's birthday, it's not an actual birthday fic, but I'm far from finishing the birthday one, while I had this one almost finished, so why not post it today...

It feels kind of strange to use Comte's name in narration rather than just dialog. Also funny how, sometimes, you write a prompt based fic and the actual prompt is one of the smaller parts of it

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Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to put yourself at the mercy of two purebloods, both very competitive despite sharing your love. They had agreed to try at least once, though, and you would take advantage of this rare treat. You had talked about it, and you knew what you were getting into. Each of them could be quite overwhelming by himself, but you thought you could handle both of them at once.

It was funny to think your bed was the most spacious you found for this. That the luxury usually associated with Abel did not extend to his bed, something you had noticed but never made itself so apparent. But at least there was a space for the three of us to have some fun together, and it was the best place for you, who probably wouldn’t be walking much the next day.

You had barely settled into your room, and they were already fighting for your attention. You were pulled onto Abel’s lap on the bed, with him kissing and sucking on your neck while unbuttoning your shirt.

“Are you still sure about this, ma chérie? You know we’re not good at sharing or holding back when we’re more possessive. I can’t promise we’ll be gentle with you.”

Even as he said that, he took his time undressing you, fingers only ghosting over your skin as he slowly left light marks over your neck and shoulders.

“I trust you.” And if you were to be completely honest, you looked forward to it. To find yourself sandwiched between these two powerful men you loved so much and be completely ravaged by them.

Leonardo sat by your side on the bed, and a hand on your chin brought your attention to him.

“You’re such a naughty girl, cara mia. Challenging us like this.” He must have noticed your unspoken desire to make such a comment, which made you a little embarrassed. You opened your mouth to reply, only to be silenced by an overwhelming kiss.

There was nothing gentle about the way Leonardo approached you. He practically devoured you, his tongue exploring your mouth as if he were starving and you were his favorite meal. You tried to kiss back with equal enthusiasm.

As soon as your shirt was out of the way, Leonardo unhooked your bra, only for Abel to cup your breasts, squeezing lightly, his kisses becoming loving bites, fangs barely touching your skin, but enough to give you that thrill of anticipation. You moaned into Leonardo’s kiss, clinging to him, and he threaded his fingers through your hair. You were starting to feel dizzy, and Leonardo barely let you catch a breath between kisses.

Still you tried to focus and started to unbutton his shirt, but you only fumbled with the buttons, too distracted by the hands toying with your nipples and the teeth nibbling at your ear now, Leonardo’s dazing kisses and his hand, now slipping under your skirt, nails lightly raking their path up.

You squirm and moan, torn between seeking more and trying to get away from the pleasure. But there was no getting away, and none of them seemed to have any intention of taking you yet, despite how hard Abel was getting under you, and the way his breath hitched when your squirming had you rubbing against him.

“So restless. Do you want us to stop, cara mia?”

All that came out of you was a louder moan as Leonardo rubbed you over your underwear, so you shook your head in response. It was a little too much, but you knew it would, and it’s not in a bad way. To have both your lovers’ attention on you made both your heart and body so full in the best way.

“Do you need some help?”

Leonardo didn’t wait for a new answer before your underwear was pushed aside and a finger was rubbing directly against your entrance.

The finger quickly slips inside, slowly fucking you, and that makes the pressure building within you worse. Leonardo only looks at you with a slight teasing smile, but, through your hazy mind, you notice that sometimes his gaze shifts somewhere else.

Despite you having gone still, Abel groans behind you, snuggling against your back and muffling these noises against your skin. His hands also stilled, and he only held you tighter. And with a little less stimulation, you notice that the way that Leonardo fingers you had the back of his hand rubbing over the erection under you, and he knew very well what he was doing.

“Leonardo…” Abel growled from behind you, “This is not the night to provoke me.”

“I’m just helping our principessa, since you seem intent on teasing her. Is this kind of accidental touch enough to set you off, amico mio?”

You had no idea what Leonardo considered helping, because a single finger at such a slow pace was more frustrating than helpful. Enough to warm you up, but not for anything else. And this exchange between them, that you had no idea if they were trying to fight or flirt, but, as hot as you found it, their attention was straying, and you were already too impatient.

“You two can fuck later, but one of you better take me now. Or do I need to do it myself?”

Leonardo chuckled, grinning at you. He was totally doing it on purpose, and you had fallen into his trap.

“Such a greedy girl. Is this how Leonardo’s been teaching you, chérie?”

“Don’t act like you’re all that innocent, either. As for you, tesoro, how can we resist when you’re begging us so sweetly?”

The remaining clothes were shed with a certain rush, but still between heated kisses and enticing touches, but no more teasing. At least not directly, but they still fought for your attention.

As soon as your own clothes were out of the way, you positioned yourself on your hands and knees on the bed, in a silent invitation for your lovers. You were aching for them so much, but asking again would be embarrassing. Although the way they stared at you wasn’t much better.

“Look at you, darling. So ready for us.” Abel spoke, caressing up your thigh, then squeezing one of your ass cheeks.

“You’re so sexy when you’re forward like this, amore.” Leonardo joined him at your side, his hand trailing up your back, making you arched into his touch.

You felt Abel slide behind you, two fingers pushing into you, and your body automatically reacted, thrusting back against him.

“Who said you could have her first?” Leonardo asked.

“I was the one who gave up my turn for this today. Besides, I didn’t hear her complain.” You were sure Abel was smirking back at his friend.

“No one asked you to do that. Besides, you never asked her.”

“Boys, don’t fight. You can take turns. Now come here, Leo.” Leaning on one arm, you reached out to pull him closer. “I’ll make this worth your time, too.”

Leonardo gave in, kneeling before you.

“Turns? You’re very brave today, aren’t you? Let’s see how much you can handle, then.”

Your only response was licking the cock before you slowly, from base to head, kissing the tip, then licking it as well, making him shudder. You loved to be able to see or hear your boyfriends’ reactions and the effect you had on them.

You whined when the fingers were removed from you, but Abel’s thicker cock quickly replaced them, and you let Leonardo’s slip into your mouth at the same time.

Being filled on both sides was as delicious and overwhelming as you expected. Abel fucked you slow and deep as you tried to suck Leonardo off, but each thrust pushed him further in your mouth, occasionally hitting the back of your throat, making you gag, but it surprisingly only added to your pleasure.

As you got used to the position, Abel’s thrusts sped up, and Leonardo’s hands started to roam your body again, both of them offering words of praise and encouragement almost constantly.

Soon you could barely think, mind clouded with so much pleasure like you never felt before. You were thankful your moans were muffled by the cock in your mouth, because you doubted you could keep the noise to a discreet level.

You gave up trying to be more active towards them and let your boyfriends use you as they saw fit, letting yourself drown in the pleasure they gave you. And your reward was the most explosive orgasm you had ever felt, washing over you like a wave in a stormy sea, your mind going completely blank then, your whole body clenching. You almost choked on Leonardo before he managed to pull away to give you room to breathe, and you tightening around Abel made him moan your name.

You were only partly aware of the way he gripped your hips tighter, or that his thrusts became faster, more desperate, only coming around in time to feel him filling you. But he didn’t pull away, still holding your hips flush against his and whispering sweet praise to you.

“You still okay, cara mia?” Leonardo asked, caressing your hair. Willing your tired body to react, you only sucked him in response, giving him a playful look. “Good girl.”

With a hand on the back of your head, he started slowly fucking your mouth.

Still not pulling out of you, Abel started rubbing your clit, stimulating you towards another orgasm.

Neither of you lasted long after that, Leonardo pushing himself deep in your mouth and holding you still, his warm cum filling your throat, just before you came for the second time yourself.

Both of them finally released you, your body collapsing on the bed as your tired limbs gave out.

“Tired already, chérie?” Comte laid by your side.

“Where’s that confidence from earlier?” Leonardo joined you on the other side.

You rolled to lie on your back and looked at one of them, then the other, giving both a playful smile.

“Oh, I’m not that tired. I just need a moment. I promised you another round, didn’t I?” You leaned to your aide, kissing one, then the other. “We still have time for a lot of fun.”

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klutzyroses · 1 year ago

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Hi there! Could I request ikemen vampire suitors reaction to MC with galaxy eyes that glitters in the sunlight and when looking at the stars. Vincent, Charles, Leonardo, Vlad, Faust, and Comte.

How pretty!

IkeVamp HCs: SO with Galaxy Eyes

How do they react to an so with sparkling galaxy eyes?

Suitors: Leonardo, Vincent, Comte, Faust, Charles

Leonardo

What gorgeous eyes she has...

His cara mia is already pretty enough as she is, but it's her eyes that truly captivate him. He could spend all day dreaming of their splendor.

Especially in the dark. The way they glow and sparkle is enough to put him under a trance. As a pureblood, he has been alive for a very long time. Centuries and decades and yet, he has never seen such eyes like hers before.

He will definitely spend his time complimenting and teasing her, often cupping her face at random and tilting her head upwards to lock eyes with her, just to get lost in those sparkling orbs of light and to see them widen in surprise as his own soften in affection for her.

She is precious, the most beautiful he has ever seen and he will make sure he tells her that one way or the other as many times as she may need to hear it.

He will press a kiss to her forehead and caress her cheeks with his fingers as he peers into her glowing eyes. When questioned, his response will come as naturally as the sunrise.

"No reason. I just felt like looking at the stars."

Vincent

He can barely look away from at all...

Her eyes...so beautiful...

From the first moment he sees her, he is speechless. Her long lashes framing her large, iridescent irises could have lit up the room if it were dark.

He takes no issue with telling her how lovely she is. Particularly when it's dim and she seems to be glowing, her eyes like a calming light in the darkness.

She is so angelic and breathtaking to him, he wonders if he could even dream of replicating her in a painting.

He isn't confident that he can, but he can certainly try. So when he does get around to asking her to model for him, he only ends up getting distracted by her eyes, so much so that he forgets to paint. It isn't until she asks him if he is alright that he remembers what he is meant to be doing.

"Ah, Sorry, its just...your eyes are so beautiful, I got a bit lost in them. I don't know if i can do them justice..."

Comte

If the door could take him through time, her eyes could take him through space.

He could see the entire night sky in her gaze and he will never tire of telling her this, even if she is embarrassed.

She is a beauty and she needs to know that. Especially when she can be seen in the day, her eyes seeming to gather the light and emit their own ethereal glow.

He wonders if there are any jewels in the world that could compare to hers...

If there are, she could easily put them to shame by batting her pretty lashes, making her orbs glitter beautifully.

On the chance that he does find a particular gemstone that does happen to remind him of her, he gifts it to her, the stunning gem complimenting her perfectly as her eyes sparkle with delight at the gift resting against her collarbone.

"As I thought, it looks beautiful on you. Even if it doesn't quite compare to your eyes, ma cherie."

Faust

What lovely eyes...simply remarkable.

Can humans have such eyes? Is she human?

Once it is confirmed that she is indeed human, he finds it doesn't deter his interest in the young woman. In actuality, his interest is just the slightest bit piqued all the more.

He will keep his opinions on her eyes to himself, silently observing her during the day as they catch the sunlight and shimmer as her thick eyelashes flutter like butterfly wings.

Its rather fascinating, especially when she catches different shades of light through her dazzling irises, reflecting several colors like a white diamond.

He finds it truly mesmerizing when her eyes glow dimly in the darkness, like a feline's, but more enchanting, more alluring. He may randomly seek out her gaze, simply wanting her to look his way so he can observe those spectacular eyes of hers.

"Fascinating. Let's see what colors you can show me with those eyes..."

Charles

Wow~ Incredible!

The man is awestruck at her beauty when she looks in his direction with those starry eyes of hers.

It's like slipping into a pond of stars and constellations.

He will not be averse to spending ages staring into her gorgeous gaze, to the point the maiden herself is blushing from the embarrassment, only adding to her already stunning appearance.

He will simply gush about it every now and again, because every time he thinks he is getting used to it, her eyes capture yet again in the dark of night, with an ethereal glow that makes her appear otherworldly.

It's enough to put him in a trance. She could tell him to do anything and he would. Not that he wasn't already crazy for her but she has him even more in love with her beautiful eyes. And Faust will certainly hear the most of it.

"I could spend all day looking her, Docteur! She has the prettiest eyes in the whole world and they sparkle so much and when she blinks, her lashes make them look like stars in the day, and, and..."

🌸

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readerinsertfanfiction · 9 months ago

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Fate

A surprise gift for @ikemenlibrary because the organiser of 'My Ikemen Valentine Gift Exchange' didn't include herself despite all of the hard work needed to put the event together. You really need to reward yourself a little more. My only regret in this is that I don't know Licht.

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Character: Comte de Saint Germain

Warnings: mentions of death in euphemism

Masterlist

Follow the voice.

That was all the instructions you had received for your assignment. What it meant, you had no clue. How it worked, even less, but you went along with it when the door unlocked and the familiar dark hallways doomed up for you, taking you to wherever you were needed.

“If we meet again.”

A voice, one you didn’t know but felt a pang of familiarity with all the same, doomed up from the darkness. “If we meet again,” it echoed, like a desperate prayer, filled with sadness from the speaker that only knew regret and no religion.

“If we meet again, would you be willing…”

Heart aching you followed the voice, reaching out for the next door and pushed in, praying that you could help whatever regret and wish you would find behind.

Amber golden eyes met yours in surprise, tears streaming out of them ruining the handsome visage of a man brought onto his knees. It seemed he had been kneeling indeed, though there was no apparent religion that you could distinguish out of his form.

“You…” he speaks first and you straighten yourself, taking a deep breath before shutting the door, officially starting your assignment.

“Regret,” Comte, as the man calls himself, repeats after you. A sardonic smile sets on his lips along with clasped hands that stretch the skin out over his knuckles. “Yes, you can call it that,” he murmurs softly, but you can see that he doesn’t quite believe it.

It had taken very little convincing to explain your presence and job to him. Surprisingly so, but you supposed that Comte being a vampire and immortal had helped the matter. Something about being beyond human understanding as a shared trait helped in that. You could appreciate the ease in that, however, knowing that everything that would follow after was harder. Tempting fate was, after all, a world altering matter.

“First we need to figure out what chain started the path we want to change,” you started, finding that explaining alternate universes and paths was surprisingly easy as well to a pureblood vampire. “Usually we do this by working backwards in events, targeting big crosspoints before zooming in, but I can imagine that you rather not re-experience her death,” you mused, a bump in your heart at the thought of this unknown soulmate that Comte had.

It felt strange to feel envy for someone you didn’t know at all. Comte had been very sparse on the details of his lover and acclaimed soulmate, only revealing that he had been too hesitant in his own feelings and too late to realise the depth of his emotions. Your envy was made even stranger knowing the fate that befell the soulmate.

“No, let’s not do that,” Comte grimaces, hands still clenched together in a tight prayer. You can see how hard he tries to think of a solution, one that will change the fate of a human, a fragile existence even in alternate universes, without having to trial and error her death. “Do you believe in soulmates?” he asks you suddenly, and you wonder why it is relevant what you think and believe in.

It is a question you never really thought of. Not truly. And certainly not a question you expect on the first day of your job. You usually spend it trying to understand the assignment at hand, the client and their wishes. But now that you are and as you think back of the prayer you heard in the hallway, unfinished. The question in which you hope the answer will be one that will lead Comte back to happiness, for the weight of sadness in his voice and the weight of his regret laid heavy on your consciousness.

“Maybe?” you say, not having the heart to say no, not truly believing in ‘no’ either as you think of Comte and the depth of his love that had brought you here.

“A maybe is a no,” Comte chuckles, sounding so helplessly bitter at that moment before a resolution sets in his mind.

“I know a certain way to change her fate,” Comte says, his confidence faltering just a second before he steels himself with resolution, eyes hardening but avoiding yours.

His solution turns out to be a tremendous job. One that you aren’t quite sure will work, for fate worked in strange ways.

“Are you sure?” you repeat, hand once more on the door and his placed next to yours. “It is no small matter striking out the name of another in the book of fate,” you caution, a little nervous at the idea of altering fate at its very core, “the backlash will be great.”

Comte remains confident, however, his hand moving over yours on the door as he forces you to push. Those amber gold eyes never meet yours. They haven’t since he resolved himself.

“That is my burden to carry,” he tells you.

Comte never told you the name you had to strike from the book of fate, nor did he tell you the name that was tied to it. The simple sounding request and the near impossible assignment left a bad taste in your mouth, your gut telling you to cut the assignment short and leave. To deny this request.

“If you met her again,” you repeat the question that led you to Comte in the first place, the familiar hallway empty as ever, but quiet this time as the two of you search for the end, “would you be willing…”

“Yes,” Comte answers immediately, cutting off your question as his hand in yours clenched tightly, meaning the affirmative with every sense of his being, “yes, and a thousand times over,” he repeats, his voice at peace, but the sadness lingering forever as you arrive at your next destination.

“And do you believe in fate?” you ask when opening the door, revealing a room that blinds you before revealing all the names and souls bound together, a red string appearing around your pinky finger that pulls taut.

“Yes.” Is all Comte says, raising the red thread winding around his finger and towards his lips, pressing a first and last kiss to your shared fate before he snaps the thread and the world turns dark.

Follow the voice

It was all the detail you received walking down the dark hallways, wondering what your assignment was and what your last one had been, a lingering question comes to mind as you sound it out yourself;

“If we met again, would you be willing,” you sound, hoping for a yes, your legs moving as you remember the snap of fate and the amber gold eyes that had tried to spare you from a fate he thought worse than the snap of the thread.

“Yes, if we met again I’d be willing to be your soulmate again,” you call out, switching strategies as you beg the darkness for the voice to lead you to Comte again, but it remains quiet as you continue down the hallway that never ends.

“If we met, would you love me again?” you call out, asking the next question that comes to mind as you press against every door that you find, hoping to find one that will give and allow you in.

A thousand promises and countless alternate universes and you knew, you’d love the man with amber gold eyes over and over again, with his sad smiles and his bright ones, even as the world crumbled around you and the hallway endless.

“Yes, yes, a thousand times yes,” you call out in the darkness, desperation overtaking you as a prayer swells up and a voice whispers as time restarts along with fate;

“If we meet again, would you be willing to love me still?”

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lorei-writes · 9 months ago

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Masterlist of entries for Shapes of Love Creation Challenge.

Honey-less Slumbers by @venulus

Ikemen Prince; Luke x GenderNeutral!Reader; SFW; Eros (Sensual Love)

Nostra Unica Famiglia by @fang-and-feather

Ikemen Vampire; Leonardo & Pureblood!Reader; secondary Charles x Pureblood!Reader; SFW; Storge (Familial Love)

Why by @eventinelysplayground

Ikemen Prince; Silvio & Rio; Silvio x MC; SFW; Storge (Familial Love) & Mania (Obsessive Love)

Rock & Currents by @lorei-writes

Ikemen Prince; Chevalier x OC; SFW; Pragma (Enduring Love)

Mine by @violettduchess

Ikemen Prince; Gilbert x Reader; SFW; Eros (Sensual Love) & Mania (Obsessive Love)

Portrait of a Gentleman Through the looking glass by @queengiuliettafirstlady

Ikemen Prince; Clavis x MC; SFW; Ludus (Playful Love) & Pragma (Enduring Love)

Superior Vena Cava by @kaizoku-musume

Ikemen Prince; Clavis x OC; SFW; Mania (Obsessive Love) & Pragma (Enduring Love)

Seven Rooms by @keithsandwich

Ikemen Prince; Keith & Alter!Keith x OC; SFW; Storge (Familial Love) & Pragma (Enduring Love) & Eros (Sensual Love)

Elements by @lorei-writes

Ikemen Sengoku; Kanetsugu x Reader; SFW; Eros (Sensual Love)

Thank you for participating!

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skoetiepoetie · 2 years ago

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K I have a lot of questions still on my mind about Ikevamp, but one keeps on coming back (actually 2 but I'm only gonna talk about 1)

What happens if a pure blood gets a limb, or their head chopped off??

Like, they can't die, so will it just grow back? Do they have to hold their limb to the place it got chopped off so it can reattach??

I wanna know

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevam #cybird #ikemen #ikevamp purebloods #ikevamp comte #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp vlad #skoetie's stuff #ikevamp questions

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koco-coko · 9 months ago

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Cain & | Ikemen Vampire Fic

-> Two halves of a whole, seperated by fate.

Tags/Warnings <--> Past Relationships, Fluff and Angst, Vlad/Comte, Comte/Leonardo (not a threesome), Longing, Grief, Comte is babygirl-coded in this, Spicy Scenes (nothing graphic so viewer discreation advised), Heavy Spoilers for Vlad and Comte!!!

Word Count: 1,981

A/N <--> I wanted to post this on valentines, but then I realized maybe a tragic love story wouldn't be great for valentines... but i mean someone needs to bring down the mood right

i think they might like this: @natimiles @yanderepuck and @azulashengrottospiano (I thought you would like seeing comte be sad and moody and also vlad being silly soo) @drewadoodle

“Hello, Abel.”

Is that what Cain said the morning before he killed his brother?

God always favored Abel. No matter what Cain brought, God always favored his brother. So, enraged, Cain killed his brother Abel. And there was no turning back from that, was there?

The smell of cigarillos and book pages forever clung to the man next to him. The light snores he made were all too familiar. Comte knew the five senses of Leonardo better than he knew his own, really. They were ever-comforting in their mundanity.

As he finished buttoning up his shirt, pants still missing (mysteriously lost in the sea of the wood floor, in the tide of other discarded clothes), he turned to Leonardo and threw his arm over the man’s broad chest. (Though Comte did squint when he realized Leonardo was already asleep– it hadn’t even been five minutes! How was he meant to take this man seriously…)

Ah– he smiled. He knew that feeling, too; the steady beating of his heart, the rising and falling of his lover’s chest. It was all so normal to him. Homely, domestic, all sensation he craved for.

Though, one wouldn’t be able to tell that from the quickly-healing scratch marks on Leonardo’s back, nor the many bruises on Comte’s collarbone and waist.

As le Comte snuggled closer to the Renaissance man, a vision hit him like a stray carriage. He’d been here before, but the senses of familiarity were much different. There had been plentiful bottles of wine that night, too. There had been affection, pleasure, warmth… but there were a few sensations that were unique about that night.

The firelight traced Leonardo’s face in such a romantic way, the pureblood couldn’t help but lean up and kiss his cheek. Comte tried to exude such images from his mind. The past only brought sorrow and longing, and yet… The fireplace crackled.

The fireplace…

The fireplace crackled. “A-And– And-!” Abel hiccuped, a drunken grin on his face while he wobbled about on the floor. It had been a while since he drank so much, wine bottles as old as them littered about the floor. Vlad was barely conscious at this point, giggling like a madman at every word his companion said.

“She didn’t,” Vlad cooed, barely staying upright in his seating position. He leaned against the fireplace several times, his cheeks flush and his forehead beaded with sweat as he reached for Abel’s bottle.

“She did!” he laughed. Then, a short whine as he tried to take the bottle from Vlad’s grasp. When Vlad tugged again, Abel tumbled to the ground next to him. They both couldn’t stop laughing, far beyond the lines of sobriety.

When the cackling died to loose giggles, Abel looked back at Vlad through teary eyes. “My, it truly has been an eternity since I’d seen you,” he said, wiping his wet eyes.

When he looked back, all he saw was a pale red staring at him. The man before him was… entranced, even. Maybe it was the drinks getting to him. Maybe they really were just a bit too drunk. Maybe this was a mistake that he’d regret all his eternal life.

But the next thing Abel knew, his back was against the fur rug and his lips were smashed against Vlad’s. Liquor and Rouge blended into a terribly sweet, terribly addictive taste. A hint of strawberries in there, somewhere. “I missed you, too,” Vlad whimpered, his hands roaming across Abel’s hips. It was just a glimmer, but Abel saw some indescribable sorrow behind the vivid crimson.

Abel opened his mouth, but all words were cut off when Vlad pulled his collar down and peppered kisses across his neck. Abel giggled nervously, his fingertips gliding across Vlad’s back. “You know…” he started, “Despite my ‘prestigious’ reputation, I haven’t–”

Abel’s breath hitched as a bite was placed right on the side of his neck. His fangs didn’t penetrate, though he could tell that the way they graced his skin was intentional.

Vlad lifted himself up, caging in Abel beneath him. His face was flush with alcohol and affection, but that boyish smile seemed stolen straight from the days long gone. “Me neither,” he chuckled, “It’s been awhile since old men like us have done something new, hasn’t it? Tonight seems like a good opportunity.”

It was strange, Comte thought, how he could barely recall anything else about that beloved night. The night he discovered Vlad still lived, that those years spent longing for him weren’t for naught… That the tears he shed may not have been completely useless… It was all just a blur.

Perhaps it was the alcohol, fogging the memory of inexperienced touches and passionate kisses, tongues tying only to break apart so the other could giggle at a mishap. Belt buckles and shoes seemed so hard to take off at that time, filled with silly jokes and laughs, plenty of fiddling, everything felt so… new. Experimental, even. It was rare Abel felt particularly young but never unwelcome.

It may also have been Vlad’s touch, gentle and delicate, but so enticing. He was dedicated to him, as if he were painting a fine masterpiece. Each caress came with passion, though their experience was clear as day. Porcelain fingertips traced their way towards Abel’s face and gently covered his eyes, a soft mantra repeated and infested. A rose field appeared in his mind’s eye, a single whisper from the man on top of him. “Dragă mea…” Sharp fangs sunk into his neck with tender care, a soft caress on his side.

From there, it was a blur of pure bliss.

Comte crawled out of bed with a slight sore in his back, though he knew he would dissipate in minutes. Only once he stood up and searched the floor for his pants did he figure out that his shirt was a size too big. The cigarillo musk was just as prominent despite leaving Leonardo’s side. Ha, really, was his lover so possessive as to hand him his own shirt? Comte shook his head fondly as slid his pants back on.

Comte went about cleaning the area, folding up lost clothing articles and picking up the empty bottles of wine littered across the floor. Maybe they overdid it tonight, but sometimes it was nice to recreate their rebellious and reckless phases from bygone days.

When Comte gazed at the fireplace, memories swirled through his head. It was vivid and blurry, amorous and lonely, everything and nothing. He spent years mourning Vlad, sobbing into his mother’s arms when the news of the Draculęsti family’s death arrived. He remembered acting out constantly, he remembered the longing, the primal need to see him smile one more time.

Abel sighed dreamily, the rose field in front of him seemingly endless. Snow-tipped flowers swayed back and forth like tides on the sea. Despite the wonderful sight in front of him, all he could focus on was the golden pocket watch in his hands, caressing it like a lover. “Is it naive of me to say I’m excited?”

Vlad, laying on his lap, while he played with the split tail of his long coat, merely hummed in vague amusement. “May I ask why you wonder this?”

Golden eyes flitted between the watch and the pureblood snug on his thighs, smiling fondly at each. “It’s nothing, really. Though, often I wonder if my psyche is too human. A newly built home for us both, the expecting of children… I feel like a newlywed wife!” he laughed, his free hand running through Vlad’s silky white hair.

Vlad quickly took Abel’s hand, reverently laying pecks across his fingertips. “I think it’s beautiful. Humans, vampires… I’ve never been able to distinguish us so easily. Well, until that day…” A pause came. Vlad’s smile remained ever gently, not even a flicker in his expression. “No matter, I feel the same, though perhaps I’m too old and jaded to act as giddy,” he chuckled. “Is there anyone you’ve had an eye on, Abel?”

Abel looked out into the sea of roses. A gentle breeze made his long, golden hair sway across his face, though Vlad was quick to sit up and remove it. In this new position, lazy pecks were put against his neck and shoulders. Those everlasting roses, this everlasting love…By any other name, they would smell just as sweet.

“I’ve always had a liking to the works of Shakespeare.”

A yawn elicited Comte to return to his bed, only having a quick tug-of-war with Leonardo for his blankets back. Usually it took longer… He quickly realized that his partner’s relent was due to the arm thrown around his shoulders, forcing Comte close to Leonardo’s chest. He sighed contently as he nuzzled close to his lover.

Comte had never been a fan of the past, at least in recent years. The present was far more constructive, more real than the years he lived. He was never one for reminiscing, and yet, even with his dearest, the man he’d given his heart to, beside him… His mind betrayed all logical thought.

Was it foolish, even moronic, of Abel to sit alone in his room and cry that day? The years of longing and grief had been for naught. Vlad had returned and died again. The mournfulness seemed to infect the halls of the mansion, each wall and painting mocking him. The mansion used to be so warm, so full of expectation and hope.

Now all that lingered was the never-wilting flower, alone and abandoned. Vlad had died twice. Abel’s mourning period seemed to know no end.

Comte desperately tried to purge the memories from his mind. First with Will, his firstborn son, and then the others who followed. Leonardo had been a constant figure, someone to rely on. While a love with Vlad was youthful, Leonardo’s affections were much more mature. Ha! Mature, Leonardo? What an oxymoron, Comte thought.

Still, he couldn’t deny the truth. He was carefree with Vlad by his side, making love whenever the time was right and sharing kisses and cuddles whenever it felt right. They were teenagers in love, hanging on by the loose idea of a bright future with one another. Vlad was the eternal honeymoon.

But Leonardo… The eternal marriage. Affinity was much more subdued. Deep, longing gazes and the lighting and sharing of cigarillos had replaced the passionate and messy kissing. Amorous exchanges only for private viewings replaced the rather indecent affection Vlad would perform close to the public eye. Not to say these things were gone from their relationship, their intense tryst tonight proof of such, but even these impulsive acts were done meticulously, years of trust and deeply-rooted adoration in their every thrust and rub.

With the arrival of the other residents, the mansion had suddenly grown warm again. Perhaps his giddiness over reviving historical greats as his own was a more specific issue of his, but the fact couldn’t be denied: a void was filled. The mansion, the home he had built with Vlad, was now filled with laughter and friendship, bonds between great men (and a woman) that would most certainly last their long lifetimes. The mansion was as it was meant to be: the floors painted with life, the walls etched with memories.

The castle was cold. Quiet, empty. The walls were etched with unwanted, disgraceful memories. Abel had only visited once, and never returned. He couldn’t bear seeing his oldest companion reanimated, yet possessed by a different soul. Vlad had died twice, in Comte’s eye, yet never buried.

“Hello, Abel.”

That’s what Vlad said the morning he killed Abel.

Comte rose from his ashes, staring at the friend he once knew. “It’s been an eternity since I’ve seen you.”

He looked so lonely as he bore an ephemeral smile. “I’ve missed you, too.”

Comte sighed, unable to respond to the stranger before him.

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onegianthotmess · 10 months ago

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Ikemen Vampire Rants:

👨‍👧Small Parent Headcanons👨‍👦

Not really full family headcanons, more so what kind of dad they are. And bear with me a bit, babes, because I haven’t gone through all of the routes yet, and if we’re gonna get specific I’m on my third route.

Basically, I haven’t gotten to know each of the suitors fully save for two, who routes I’ve already completed, so please forgive me if some of the characters are a little OOC!

Napoleon Bonaparte

Both a girl and boy dad

He most likely would have two sons and one daughter, who’d be the youngest

Very supportive dad, wants his kids to be happy and enjoy what they end up doing in life

Would teach his children the value of things and to appreciate what they have, but also encourage them to be ambitious with their dreams and try to reach for the stars when they really find something they’re interested in

(Remember that this man was one of the oldest out of eight children, so he knows how to handle kiddies)

He’d teach all of his children basic swordsmanship and self defense with Jean, especially his daughter

Definitely a bit overprotective of all of his children

Always glares at any partner that is brought home and makes it clear that any mistreatment from either his child or their partner would not be tolerated in the slightest

After that and if he gets along with his child’s partner, he’s definitely the favorite in law

His title is literally “The Charismatic Leader* in the game

And his children have most likely inherited at least a little of his unintentionally charming and charismatic aura

Overall, very supportive and loving father who is firm when he needs to be and tries his best to communicate with his children

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

A girl and boy dad

He’d just have two, one boy and one girl that are most likely twins

Struggles a bit when it comes to bonding with anything outside of music and struggles a bit with feelings

I feel like he’d find it easier to talk with his son a bit more when it comes to emotions because girls tend to have more complex emotions and mature much faster then boys

But, most of his struggles would come early and they’d be over by the time the twins are a little older, and then new struggles show up with them maturing and then the process starts again

Glares at any significant others that are brought home and threatens them to make sure they have good intentions with his child

Doesn’t really warm up to any significant others until the engagement/marriage stage

But he’ll be happy as long as his children are happy

Really he’s a stern dad who just needs a bit of help to show his children how much he really loves them

He tries his best, but he occasionally needs a little push in the right direction

He just can’t really articulate how much he loves his children with anything other than music

Leonardo da Vinci

My big sleepy cat man is definitely a girl dad

Would probably have three daughters and they’re all either triplets or they’re each a year or two apart

And they’re all most definitely Purebloods

And fatherhood is definitely one of the very few things the great Renaissance Man has never experienced

Yes, he’s been around children, but he’s never raised any of his own

But he takes to it pretty naturally after holding his first daughter

He’s put in charge of teaching his daughters everything along with the occasional guest appearance of Isaac

And if they want to learn something that Leonardo surprisingly doesn’t know, like a specific language or obscure subject, he’ll sit down with them surrounded by books and begin researching before looking up at the clock and realizing that it’s time for dinner when they could’ve sworn it was just after breakfast five minutes ago

Many days have gone by quickly with the four of them buried in books in the library trying to learn something new

Leonardo also naps with his little girls, especially when they’re babies

He mostly sticks to the bed though so that they won’t fall or get hurt

He only starts napping in his usual random places like the floor or under the dining room table or in le Comte’s shed in the garden when they’re a bit older and able to move around more safely

And Leonardo is a pretty chill dad, lets his girls have independence and do what they want so long as they’re safe and it’s within reason

Wants them to find love and be happy, not just have children and marry just to produce more Pureblood Vampires

He knows when to be stern, when to be lax, when to have fun, and when to be serious with his girls

Overall, great papa who will be an amazing teacher to his girls, but he’ll probably end up dragging them into some situations that they somehow don’t get arrested in

Arthur Canon Doyle

This lovely man is a boy and girl dad

Three children, two girls with one boy in the middle, all three being happy accident babies

He was terrified inside due to his past traumas coming back to haunt him, so many nights were spent with his wife reassuring him

Definitely freaked out when his first child came, but after yelling from his wife and a couple backhanded slaps from Theo for him to get his shit together, doctor mode was activated

And when his daughter was born he instantly fell in love with her and now over protective daddy mode was forever activated

He tried to not get too sucked into his writing as he can do so he can spend time with his children and help take care of them

Teaches them to spot the little details in things but gets mad when they point out his subtle innuendos and lack of sleep and excessive coffee intake

Arthur’s wit and flirtatious energy will most likely rub off on at least one of his children and he’ll be mortified when one of them brings home their significant other because it hits him then that his babies are growing up

He cries to his wife later that night about it because he doesn’t want to let go of his babies that used to fit so snugly in his arms

But once that grief passes, Arthur has the time of his life relaying embarrassing stories and the like to his new son/daughter-in-law while his child sits there mortified and screaming at him to stop while his wife is calmly trying to get him to shut his big mouth

“They may be a charmer, but they also used to wear their spare nappies as a hat when they were starting to walk!” / “OH MY GOD! DAD, JUST STFU!” / “Arthur, that’s enough. Our child is about to pass out from how red their face is…”

Yeah, he went on for another hour before his wife had to catch a book their child threw at him and then he stopped

He is supportive of his children and encourages them to be ambitious, but also within reason with what they want

And he stresses the importance of having your name be known along with your work as many people didn’t know who he was and thought his famous character Sherlock Holmes was a real person and he got letters addressed to Holmes

Overall, Arthur is a loving and supportive father who’s incredibly witty and playful with his children when appropriate

Vincent van Gogh

Our sweet sunshine angel is a girl and boy dad

His daughter is probably older than his son by four or five years

Gentle daddy, he can’t get mad at his babies for anything so most sternness comes from his wife

But Vincent isn’t a complete pushover, he will make sure his children know when they’ve done something wrong and give them a talk after their timeout or whatever punishment has been administered about what they did and if they know why it was wrong of them to do that

But, let’s face it, his children are most definitely innocent angels just like him

Vincent will let his children watch him paint or sketch and encourage them to try new things when it comes to art or anything at all

He will also teach them how to defend themselves, with a little help from Napoleon and Jean, since his secret in game is literally that he can destroy anyone in a fight, including Theo

Vincent loves spending time with his wife and children, but he sometimes gets so wrapped up in his paintings that he forgets to take time away from his work to take care of himself and his family

But just one mutter from one of his children quickly pulls him away from his painting and towards some nice family time

In short, Vincent is a very gentle, loving, and affectionate father who loves his children very much and tries his hardest to pull himself out of painting so he can spend a good amount of time with them

Theodorus van Gogh

Another girl and boy dad!

Probably two daughters and a son who’s the youngest

Definitely starts to take a bit more time off from work to spend time with his family when his first child is born

Yeah, the guy is a fucking workaholic, but he loves his family more than anything!

He’ll try to at least spend one hour playing with his children every day he’s off from work as often as he can, but sometimes he needs those off days to sleep

His wife and children definitely try their best to make sure that he’s sleeping and eating and taking care of himself, but he always fears the moment when they’ve had enough and go tell on him to Uncle Vincent, thus ending in Theo looking down at the ground as his brother lectures him about self care

Theo will take his children to work with him on relatively calm days so he can teach them about hard work and the art world at the same time, but he’ll also encourage them to look into things other than art

He’ll also take his children into town with him when it’s time to walk King and they all end up going to the park and playing

He definitely asks Vincent, Jean, and Napoleon to teach his children self defense because he’s usually pretty busy, but he’ll help teach them when he has the time for it

And Theo is the dad who sneaks up at night with his kids to quietly sneak something sweet if the craving strikes and it’s hilarious to see this big intimidating man freeze in place along with his three kids as they’re caught by his wife who is just looking at Theo with an unamused look and waiting for him to come up with an excuse she won’t believe anyway

And that happens at least once a week

Theo also knows how to be firm with his children when needed, but sometimes he gets a little too scary when they mess up big time

(Theo actually made each of his children wet themselves out of fear, due to him being scary while scolding them, once when they all got into big trouble and he felt awful for a month afterwards)

Theo doesn’t like having his children be afraid of him, so on the rare occasion when he scares them too bad, he won’t talk to them for about a week and try to not glance at them because he feels so awful that they’re scared of him

But a quick hug makes that go away real quick

Overall, Theo is a very loving and diligent father who knows how to be firm when he needs to be and who needs to learn how to take care of himself before his children tell on him to Uncle Vincent or plant Lumière in his room for him to find as punishment

Osamu Dazai

My window mans is definitely a girl dad

He’d have just one daughter and she’d be his princess

And she’d end up being a bit of a menace to society because, hello, Dazai is her father

He’d want her to be very happy and do things she likes, but he’d also want her to know when to act appropriately

Sort of ironic since he uses windows more than doors and teases Isaac much like an older brother would his siblings

Dazai would definitely write short stories for his daughter and they’d become her favorite bedtime stories, probably because they were catered and written specifically for her

Dazai would definitely love having fun with his daughter and making her laugh and smile, but he’d also enjoy the quiet and serene moments where he can relax and let his clown façade drop and show what he’s really feeling around his baby girl

His daughter would definitely make him mellow out a bit more in terms of teasing because he doesn’t want her to end up teasing everyone she meets and being perceived as mean by both adults and other children

Dazai would also try and gently push his daughter to try new things and hobbies, he’d just want her to have options when it comes to what she’d like to do in life

He’d like her to find just the right thing for her to do and enjoy and he’d support her through anything she’d eventually choose

Overall, Dazai is a very fun and silly dad who occasionally drops his goofy mask to show how much he really loves his baby girl in private

Isaac Newton

I feel like he’s a girl and boy dad

One daughter, one son, they’re probably twins or a year apart

Isaac spent most of his life as a human alone and, while he teaches with Napoleon sometimes, he’s not the most experienced with children

He does try to learn as much as possible about babies and children while his wife is pregnant, but he feels woefully unprepared when his children are born and panics a bit

But he’s somehow a natural once one of them is placed in his arms???

Like it just clicks for him somehow?

He knows what to do when they cry, need to be fed when his wife isn’t there, when they need to be changed, etc.

Isaac will start teaching his children at a very young age out of pure habit

“Now, with all of the prior information in mind, how would you most quickly and efficiently solve this equation?”

“Isaac, honey, our children just learned how to sit up by themselves, they’re too young for calculus…”

And he’ll stop trying to teach them subjects that are far beyond the small mind of a six month old infant

For like a week and then he’s back to his habits

“Now for the conjugation of the following verbs.”

“Isaac, they haven’t even said their first words, they’re way too young to start learning Latin…”

But both his son and daughter speak English, French, and Latin fluently by the age of three, so-

Isaac will try to not get so sucked into his work that he forgets to spend time with his children, he doesn’t want them to view him as a distant father who doesn’t care about them

He will allow them to tag along to his job at the local university to watch him teach when they’re old enough (which is around age five since they’re both so quiet and polite)

He’ll definitely try to step in when Dazai or Arthur tease his children a little, it usually turns into Isaac getting teased, but it’s the thought that counts

He’ll spend time with his children when he takes breaks, often not understanding their imaginative games and make believe they play with their toys, but he’d be very good at doing puzzles with them and building things out of wooden blocks

Isaac has definitely had to scoop Harry up a good few times so his children wouldn’t accidentally get pricked by him

But it’s bound to happen since they’re his children, thus making them curious by nature

Basically, Isaac is a very shy father who panics a bit at first, but he gets better as time goes on

Jean d’Arc

Insecure babie boy is a girl dad

He’s have two incredibly beautiful twin daughters and be a panicked wreck about it

Jean is incredibly insecure and nervous in the beginning

He viewed himself as a disgusting, dirty, unholy monster who hardly even deserved the time his wife gave him during the day and now he passed down his tainted blood to two innocent little ones who didn’t even have a say in the matter?

Yeah, he was nervous for the entirety of his wife’s pregnancy and didn’t even feel he deserved to look at his daughters, but he completely fell in love when both of them were gently placed in his arms the day they were born

His daughters would from them on be his pride and joy and the only two people he loved as much as his wife

Jean, with Napoleon’s help, would teach his girls the basics of sword fighting at the very least so that they could protect themselves and teach them about honor and morals

Of course he never wanted to have as much self loathing as he once did and he could never imagine his daughters going through those same awful feelings, so he’d remind both of them daily that he loves them and that they’re the purist, most lovely girls in the world

He’d enjoy putting his girls to bed because it meant spending time with them and reminding them of his love right before they go to sleep

Both girls get a kiss on the head and a music box will be playing as Jean reads a book for them if he’s putting the girls to bed alone or he’ll be listening along with the girls as his wife sings if she’s there with them

He’d also enjoy playing with both of his girls, and he actually spends at least an hour a day playing with them and their stuffed animals and dolls no matter how morbid things get with their small child imaginations

Affection would be a bit awkward and stiff at first, but he’d get used to it with time

Pretty much, Jean will start out insecure and panicked but will slowly become more confident in his ability to be a father and enjoy every second of raising his girls

William Shakespeare

I see Will as having just one child, a son

He definitely wouldn’t know how to handle himself or the situation when he is told by his wife that she is pregnant

Definitely goes quiet for a bit before he breaks down a little and needs some reassuring from his wife

His confidence in himself gets a bit better once his son is born

Will definitely leaves most of the early childcare in the hands of his wife and requires her to be by his side whenever he is the one caring for their son

But he definitely gets better once his son starts getting to toddler and child age

He’ll take his son on walks when he’s old enough and regale him lines from some of his plays, altering the endings to make them a little happier because he doesn’t want to see his son sad

It becomes a tradition for Will and his son to sit on the living room sofa and quietly wait for his wife to return home whenever she goes out because they both love her very much

Eventually, Will takes inspiration from his son to write stories, mostly short bedtime stories for him to tell when it’s time to go to sleep

Days out in town are always fun, since Will usually uses them as family time with his wife and son

They’ll go to shops looking at things, buying the occasional small item for their son if he’s been good, and ending by going to the park and watching their son play with other children from afar

Will never thought he’d enjoy being a father as much as he did with his new life, but here he was

He’d definitely get his son a rabbit of his own if he wanted one after playing with Puck a lot

If his son ever did anything bad or broke something, Will would probably leave the scolding to his wife most likely because he would end up scaring his son a bit and Will would never want that to happen

After his son would be sent to a time out, Will would come in and give him a brief but stern talk and tell him what his punishment was

Will wouldn’t like punishing his son very much, but every child needs discipline to learn that there are consequences for their actions

I feel that family game night would be a thing

A few simple card games and some games of chess and checkers in the living room at least one night a week

Spoiler, Will’s wife hasn’t one a single game against the boys and they’re tied for who has the most wins

In short, Will is a loving father who needs a bit of help in the beginning, but becomes a natural after some time

He still hates punishing his son, tho-

Le Comte de Saint-Germain

FANCY RICH BAGUETTE MAN!!!

A boy and girl dad!

Either two sets of twins or quadruplets with two girls and two boys, and they’re all definitely Purebloods

He will spoil tf out of them, but he will be stopped by his wife because they can’t have everything in life

Comte will keep nobility away from his family, he doesn’t want them getting involved with all of that until they’re old enough

He’ll try to spend as much time as he can with them, but sometimes he has to be away for a while and can’t avoid it

But he does play with his children and he’ll play whatever they’d like, be it games or with toys or making something together

He’s already the mom dad of the mansion, so he knows how to discipline his children when needed

And if his stare makes grown men freeze and look down at the ground in shame, you bet your ass that it makes his children hang their heads in shame when they’re being lectured on their bad behavior

But, he isn’t unfair, Comte will tell his children to go to their room and think about what they’ve done before he talks with them again and gives them their real punishment

Back to fun stuff, though!

Trips to town are fun, especially with the whole family

Sometimes it’s shopping, sometimes it’s going out to eat, sometimes it’s playing in the park, or sometimes it’s all three!

Comte loves seeing his children’s eyes light up when he says that they can go to their favorite park in town to play with their friends and some of the animals there

In conclusion, Comte was built to be a father because he already is one to his residents, but he’s even better with actual kids of his own

Sebastian/Akihiko Satou

My favorite history fanboy is a girl and boy dad!

He’d have a son and then probably twin girls a couple years later

Or maybe he’d have more kids because I’m pretty sure he’d thrive on the chaos of multiple children because he literally perfectly balances his duties as a butler to those chaotic historical figures he works for perfectly!

Sebastian is a busy guy, so he’ll most likely not have as much time as he’d like with his children

But he’d relax a bit more after Comte says that he should spend some more time with his children

And after some convincing from his wife, he’d let his children follow him around and help a little bit as he does chores around the mansion

All three of his children have Japanese names that are their real names, but they all have aliases they go by to make them fit in more in Paris

Sebastian definitely teaches his children the value of hard work early on, but also reminds them to not be like him and take a break for once

And he hates that his children and Theo’s children are in cahoots to make sure that their dads learn self care and actually sleep and eat sometimes

Sebastian will take his children into town to run errands and also go to the park for a while if they have the time

He’d always make sure his children go to bed at a proper time and do their little things before going to sleep

I see Sebastian as the type of dad to tuck his kids in and tell them stories or sing a lullaby to them in his mother tongue

But, when it comes to stories, they’re mostly about the residents’s human lives and his wife usually comes into the room around midnight to see Sebastian and their children all awake as he goes into great detail about which resident the children wanted to hear about that night

He’ll teach his children how to be gentle and nice with Lotte so that they can play with her in the garden while he tends to the flowers or hangs up the laundry

The children eventually help with sheering Lotte’s wool and learn how to knit and sew and crochet from Sebastian

He’d definitely be good at getting his children to do arts and crafts projects and he’d enjoy making little things with them as well

Overall, Sebastian is a very loving father who knows how to teach his children right and wrong and how to be responsible in a mansion full of chaotic historical figures

Vlad

Strawberry boy is a girl and boy dad

Just one daughter and one son that are twins

And they’re both definitely Purebloods

I feel he’d be a bit nervous because he’s never raised a child before and he didn’t want to mess up

But his anxieties are quickly eased when he sees both of his children open their eyes

They’re so small and innocent, they deserve a world that’s peaceful and free of strife or killing

And it’s his children that motivate him even more to reach his goal of a peaceful world

Vlad will definitely do his best to spend time with his children and help to take care of them, but he’s a bit clueless on childcare and needs a bit of guidance in the beginning

He’ll enjoy watching his children play in the garden and join them when they ask him to

Oftentimes Vlad will ask his children to come next to him as he’s watering his flowers and he’ll start telling them little facts about the ones he’s watering

He’ll even take his children into town when he goes to work as a florist and he’ll set up his little flower cart next to a park so that his children can play if they get bored but still stay within his line of sight

Vlad will usually put together bouquets to put into his children’s rooms so that they can enjoy the flowers no matter the weather or if they’re not feeling well enough to go outside

When his children misbehave, Vlad will remain calm but have this scary aura about him

He will calmly scold his children and tell them to go to their rooms so that he can think about a proper punishment for them

He knows that his children get pretty scared when they’re in trouble, so he does try to cool off a bit before he talks to them again

Vlad doesn’t like scaring his children, but he can’t just not scold them whenever they misbehave

His wife is usually the one to calm him down and she’ll be with him when he talks to their children again

But Vlad is also the parent who will sneak up at night with his children and raid the strawberries in the kitchen

They’re usually caught by Charles and Vlad’s wife at the same time

Charles is exasperated because he just got more strawberries from the market and Vlad’s wife is upset because her husband and children promised that they wouldn’t raid the strawberries again

This event occurring multiple times a week eventually leads to Vlad’s wife planting a few strawberry bushes around the garden so that there’s always at least some strawberries for Vlad and the kids and so they stop raiding the kitchen most nights

Overall, Vlad loves his children very much and wants them to grow up in his peaceful and nonviolent world

Johann Georg Faust

Faust would just have one son, I don’t see him as having more than one child

He has definitely never cared for a child before, so fatherhood is definitely a new thing he has to get used to

He’s not used to being woken up late at night by crying and he’s annoyed about it at first, but he eventually understands that his child is helpless and depends on him and his wife to survive

After that realization, he isn’t as annoyed about being woken up and he even takes the night shift sometimes, but that just makes it even harder for Charles and his wife to wake him up in the morning

He would definitely teach his son about alchemy when he was old enough

Faust would prefer for his son to not go to school outside of the castle, so he’d ask Vlad if tutors could be paid to come to the castle, even though he’d rather not ask the old goat for anything

Even though he’s usually very busy throughout the day, Faust will try to make time to spend with his son

He will occasionally take him into town to go and walk around or to the park to play with other children

And there’s no doubt that his son has gotten into a bit of trouble with Mephie

I mean, it’s a small monkey and a little boy, there’s going to be some trouble and mischief

But if there’s any ruckus while Faust is researching or experimenting, he will put a stop to it and scold his son

Faust is another parent who does scare his child when he’s angry and he doesn’t mean to

He just gets upset and tells his son to go to his room and sit on his bed until he comes and talks with him

It’ll take a little while for Faust to cool down, but when he does he feels a bit bad he was so harsh because his son is a child, he’s bound to cause a bit of mischief and trouble from time to time

Faust will talk with his son, make sure he knows why what he did was wrong, but he’ll also apologize for scaring him and being too harsh

Overall, Faust is a bit of a distant and scary father, but he does love his son and does his best to try and show it

Charles-Henri Sanson

I’VE BEEN REALLY EXCITED FOR THIS ONE!!!

Okay, Charles is 100% a girl dad

PROVE ME WRONG

I see him having one daughter and maybe another one, but they’re both pretty far apart in age like say seven or eight years

Charles was ANXIOUS to say the least when he found out his lovely wife was pregnant

How could he raise a child when the blood of thousands was on his hands and he was literally nicknamed “the God of Death” while he was human?

He hardly felt deserving of his wife’s unconditional love at times, and now he helped to create a child that was now growing inside of his wife that would love him unconditionally as well?

Yeah, he had to be reassured a lot over the nine month period of his wife’s pregnancy

Labor was also a mess in the beginning

Charles was panicking and had to be smacked by Faust for him to get his shit together and to slip into his doctor mindset

Other than that, the birth went smoothly and Charles immediately fell in love with his baby girl the moment she was placed into his arms

After that, he was whipped for his daughter as much as he was whipped for his wife

He’ll definitely try to spend as much time with his baby girl as possible, caring for her with his wife and playing with her

He’ll have to be calmed down a bit while she’s a baby because he does get a bit too excited at times

But, when his daughter is a bit older, Charles will enjoy anything that has to do with spending time with her

He’ll play with her, cook with her, read to her, whatever she wants to do within reason!

He’ll even start taking her into town to go on walks to enjoy the scenery, to go to cafes every once in a while, and to go to the park when she wants to play with other children

Of course, Charles is always included in these games because children love him

He’s not the best at disciplining his daughter, he loves her almost too much to be upset at her

But, he knows that she’ll need to be disciplined by both him and her mother, so while her mother does the first bit of scolding and sends her to her room for a little while, it will be Charles who goes up to his daughter’s room and talks with her to make sure she knows what she did was wrong and why before giving her her actual punishment that he and his wife deemed fit

And Charles loves having a baby girl so much he and his wife decided to have another child who turned out to be a girl!

The previous headcanons also go for his second daughter, he loves her just as much as his first daughter and his wife

When his older daughter gets to the age where she brings a significant other over, Charles has mixed feelings

He’s happy that she’s happy, but he’s sad that she’s growing up and suspicious of this partner and whether or not they’re actually good enough for her

So Charles is friendly and civil, yes, but also has this eerily too happy aura about him that makes him pretty scary

Overall, Charles loves being a father to his baby girls and is very loving and supportive of them!

Finally done with this after a couple months! I will most likely end up doing descriptions of the children and family life I mentioned in this rant and at least physical descriptions of the suitor’s wives/partners because I’m not just sticking to the appearance of the MC in the game. I’m sorry, but her look is just a bit too boring, despite being a playable character that the player is supposed to insert themselves into in a way. I just feel MC stand ins always have the same look and that it wouldn’t hurt to change it up just a tiny bit and make it a little more interesting like a different hair color OTHER than brown! Just saying!

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