#ikemen vampire william x mc

[niphredil-14]

hi there! deaf anon here! i don't know if you still write for ikevamp, if not, ignore this! this may be a self-indulgent request, but could i ask for a fic/drabble/headcanon/whateveryouwant with shakspeare (my beloved), and mozart with a deaf MC who experiences the world through touch & sight? deaf culture is very different than hearing culture, and deaf people usually tend to be very physically affectionate, bold/confident, loud (cuz we don't realize how much sound we're making), proud of our deafness, funny, and can be impulsive. maybe MC teaches them signs/about deaf culture? sorry if this is a lot hehe, i love your blog.

It's been a while since I've written anything for Ikevamp, and honestly I've never really vibed with Mozart, so I hope you don't mind that I just went with William.

William would be absolutely fascinated! He's seen so many kinds of people and loves to learn about them all! He could listen to you talk about deaf culture for hours on end. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if he took notes, and I also would not be surprised if you inspired him to create a play surrounding a deaf character.

I think he would love how physically affectionate you are! He definitely is big on physical touch! And he doesn't mind you being loud at all. Have you ever met theatre kids? Those fuckers (affectionate) are some of the loudest people on the planet, so he is definitely used to it.

And oh my goodness, he would love to learn sign!! communication is his life, his career, he would love to learn as many ways to communicate with people as possible! I bet he would even start to hire an interpreter for his plays!

Overall, he's very understanding, and loves to learn anything that you're willing to teach him!

[gunraekae]

love transcending time - aka the ikevamp prologue still unnecessarily narrated

>ikemen vampire

>everyone x reader

>a/n: here are chapters 3 and 4 of the prologue. it's about 5k words long, so sit back and relax, and I hope you enjoy. i have some shorter works coming soon!

Chapter III: The Hourglass

Outside the lavish mansion where a puzzling banquet was being hosted was a lush coach stopped just past the grand gates. The coachman turned towards his passenger, a rose-haired man who donned a thousand masks. The man, who sometimes played the part of a king, a prince, a lover, but always in all, a liar. He spoke with the ambiguous tone of someone who could laugh or cry at the next word, “... I apologize my good sir, but I have decided not to stay after all.” He faced away from the cruelly smiling crescent moon to re-enter the coach. 

The baffled coachman asked, “But Monsieur, what about the banquet?” 

The mysterious passenger ominously chuckled in return, “Capricious Fate has invited a guest of fairer mien than mine to take my chair. Hers is centre stage tonight, though I shan’t stay to see how she performs.” His eyes were of opposite colour—the right eye a misty green, the left a bloody red. The coachman shivered at his gaze; this was the first time in their evening he had donned an expression that felt… genuine. And it was genuinely dark. “Let us depart anon.” 

The coachman quickly hurried the vehicle off through the night, while its passenger relaxed into the velvet cushions. With only the laughing moon as his companion, he spoke to her—a bard playing to a lone audience, “O, what upturned expectations have come at the arrival of this new player?” The bard had seen MC but for a spare moment, and yet, he found himself haunted by her vision. “No devil can beguile men to persuasions more than she with an angel’s form. Or be she one of heaven’s messengers behind the horns and wings of temptation?” The coach jolted as it hit a divot in the path, sending the bard’s scripts scrawling to the coach's floor. Visible on the cover was the distinct signature of William Shakespeare. 

“Sebastian, if you would make us a cup of herbal tea? I think anise would be—”

“None for me, it’s okay.” As expected, dinner had ended with none of my questions answered. Le Comte remained true to his promise, however, and invited me to his office for an explanation. Still, my anxieties were left rampant in my head, and I could find no energy inside of me to remain courteous after such an absurd banquet. As Sebastian quietly closed the door to retrieve the tea, Le Comte looked at me with a sympathetic mien. “I just want to know how to get back. My aunt, she must be so worried,” I weakly muttered. 

“I presume you wish to exit through the door back to the Louvre? I’m afraid doing so will be difficult. You see, it only opens under very specific conditions.”

“What conditions?”

“The specifics are difficult to explain.” Le Comte rose from his large mahogany chair and stopped in front of a grand hourglass. It was unusually large and had gold furnishings, the top half full of sand. “The door will open once all the sand in this hourglass has fallen. It’s quite precise and I match that timing with the door’s opening myself.” I don’t like how much sand is in there. And how slowly it’s falling if it even is. 

“... How long does that hourglass run for?” I croaked out in a panic. 

“It takes a month, on average.” A MONTH? 

“Pardon me? I must have misheard,” I laughed in incredulity. I could feel my sanity crumbling between my fingers like the sand in that hourglass. 

“It typically takes a month for all the sand to fall. Doesn’t it, Sebastian?” I didn’t even notice the butler come in with the tray of tea. 

“Yes, M. le Comte. Meaning she will not be able to return for another month.” I squeezed my eyes, hoping this was all some sort of nightmare. 

“We’re in Paris, yes?” I asked in trepidation. There has to be another way to leave. As le Comte sipped his tea, he nodded. 

“I’ll just leave through the front door. How far are we from the Louvre?” No one said I had to leave through that strange door. Why would I need to use that to return? I can just get back to the hotel and apologize to my aunt for being gone for this long. Le Comte picked up a newspaper from his desk and gently placed it on my lap. 

“I’d like you to look at the date.” 

I looked at the date and grew cold. This didn’t feel fake—the news articles, the feel. It was genuine. 

“This is from this morning’s edition. As you’ve no doubt gathered from the date, we’re in the nineteenth century.” 

“There’s no way,” I whispered under my breath. 

Le Comte spoke in the same soothing tone, “We’re in France, but not the one you know. You arrived at this mansion by travelling through time.”

I don’t understand. No words came to my mind. There was not a single statement he said that could be serious. And yet, everything I’ve witnessed so far could attest to what he’s been saying. 

“You look like you’re struggling to believe it.” 

“I’m really quite sorry, you’ve been very kind to me. But there is absolutely no way I’d believe time travel before any number of explanations.” 

“It’s true that a newspaper can be easily faked. Perhaps this will convince you?” Le Comte moved towards a window where an old-fashioned brass telescope was pointed outwards. He gently beckoned me over. 

“What an excellent idea, M. le Comte. Seeing is believing, they say.” Sebastian said. 

“It is our good fortune that, owing to the genius of one of our guests, this telescope provides an excellent view of the city.” I let them guide me to it and peered within. Sure enough, when my vision cleared, the entire view of Paris turned back in time and greeted me. No neon signs. No skyscrapers. No cars. I turned the telescope around, hoping to see any glimpse of a modern city, but only Paris of a hundred years ago was present. Gentlemen in morning coats escorting ladies with bustles. There was no prank elaborate enough to dress an entire city. 

“So I’ve really travelled through time?” I gasped in disbelief. 

“There’s a phrase you use in Japanese. Do you recall it, Sebastian?” 

“Yes, we call it a ‘time slip.’” The name hardly matters, we’re facing the impossible! 

“That door connects to both the past and the present. Like me, you used it to travel here, to the past. You may have read or seen stories about time travel, but in my experience, it is neither a simple nor an everyday occurrence. Time travel has very particular rules. And in this case, you cannot return for the next month.” 

“When the sand in the hourglass falls, can the door take me back?” 

“Yes, when that time comes, either you or I could open the door. Like so, I must also follow the rules. It remains sealed to me for a month as well. If the door hadn’t shut, you could have passed through it exactly the way you came. However, once it’s closed, that passage ceases to exist. And the door requires time before it can open that passageway again.” I could have walked back if the door hadn’t closed. I degraded myself in my head. It was my own stupidity that really got me in this situation. 

“Likewise, all the men you’ve met tonight were gathered here by way of that time slip. That is why people from such diverse times and countries are all here, living in my mansion.” So the men I met at dinner are actually legit? Names from history, famous throughout all the world, transcending time in their glory—and they all live together in this mansion. “I can see you still have some doubts. But I assure you, you’ve just met the real van Gogh, the real Mozart, and the real Napoleon.” If time travel really isn’t out of the question, then I suppose it’s not unreasonable to assume that all these men are the real deal. Still, it’s truly unbelievable. 

“And who are you, Comte, that you were able to collect some of history’s greatest figures to live here in your mansion?” I looked at him, fully admiring his figure. This ineffable gentleman who said that people CALL him Comte de Saint-Germain. 

“I promise I’m not trying to evade your question, but in truth, it’s getting quite late. Please, stay the night. Sebastian will prepare a room. In fact, you’re welcome to stay here for the entire month at no cost. It’s the least I could do to land you in this predicament.” 

“For the night perhaps, but I can’t possibly ask you to welcome me for a whole month,” I fumbled over my words at the Comte’s generous offer. 

“You do realize you can’t return to your time for another month, don’t you?” 

“There’s no need to worry, I can make my own way. I’ve done it all my life.” 

Sebastian regarded me with a severe look, “I believe you’ll find that difficult. This is France at the turn of the century. How do you intend to ‘make your way?’” 

“I-I’m not quite sure yet, but—” He has a point. I knew nothing about this place. I didn’t even know what currency they currently used. But I can’t possibly stay here. There’s something they’re not telling me, but I can’t reveal my suspicions, it’d be rude. “I really don’t want to impose after you’ve been so generous,” I finished. 

“You’re not imposing at all, chèrie.” 

“It’s just that you’re offering me so much and asking for nothing in return.” That’s what scares me the most. 

“Please, take this as my apology. If you’re truly that concerned about it, Sebastian could use a hand around the house. The other residents try to do as much, as well.” 

Now I was faced with two choices. Risk spending a month in a house full of famous, time-travelling figures, who most definitely are hiding a secret. Or make a run for it and face the risks of the nineteenth-century Parisian streets at night. I squeezed my eyes as images of my worried family and friends flashed by. Staying with Le Comte really does seem the safest option right now. I turned towards him with a newfound strength. 

“I accept your gracious offer. Thank you, Comte.” I’ll trust them. For now. 

“I’m pleased we’ve come to an agreement. I wasn’t able to answer all your questions tonight, but we can continue tomorrow if you’d like. I also have something important to tell you, but that too, can wait for the morning.” I looked into those golden eyes that first sold me at the musée, and for the first time this evening, found contentment.

“I look forward to it, Comte.” 

“I will inform the others that you will be staying with us and are to be treated with courtesy. Two of them did not join us tonight, but I expect you’ll have the opportunity to meet them soon.” Even more famous names? Having adapted to my expressions, Le Comte assumed my curiosity. “One is Jean d’Arc.” Joan of Arc? The Maid of Orléans who led the French in the Hundred Years’ War? 

“Finally, another woman,” I sighed in relief, “that’s reassuring.” 

“I’m afraid our Jean is a man, though I can see how you’d make that mistake.” At my baffled expression, he added, “As to that, truth and history have a curious way of becoming distorted in the telling.”

Whispers of the past unheard by anyone but him, haunted the air like the specks of dust that floated in the light. The whispers, often cruelly mocking his soul, rightfully punished his monstrous existence; but tonight, a new voice urged him toward the window. An eyepatch covered the left half of his face, concealed by his long, dark hair. Jean d’Arc was the subject of the crescent moon’s mockery tonight. He watched the moon’s smile morph into a bow, bent to release its message of death, then to a sharp blade mid-slice. 

“La lune se moque de moi ce soir.” His voice became lost within the ghosts’ many whispers, but the moon’s mocking laughter remained. “There’s a curse on this night.” 

“Besides Jean, there is one other who did not join us tonight—” Le Comte was cut off by a dull thump, like something heavy falling against the door. “And that’s probably him. I’m sorry to trouble you, MC, but could you get the door?” He smiled almost knowingly while he gracefully held his cup between his lithe fingers. 

“Alright.” 

I opened the door of Le Comte’s office, expecting a man but encountering none. Warily, I stepped out of the hallway, only to stumble on something heavy. Before I met the floor, I landed on the lap of a large and hunched-over man. While I toiled in humiliation, strong arms tightened around my waist. The sweet scent of cigarillos and amber engulfed me. 

The velvety rumbling voice of the man hummed in confusion, “... never seen you here before.” Looking at him now, there was no way he could be comfortable like that. Is he sleeping? Finally, he cracked an eye open. His wolfish eyes were the colour of burnt gold. His lips formed a smirk as he observed my features with the same attention a sculptor might have given his subject. “Thought I’d wait patiently until you were done. Took so long I fell asleep.” A huge, brown, leather jacket lined with fur served to make his figure even larger, but the rest of his clothing was unmatched and messy, albeit in a charming way. The delicious drawl of his voice made me shiver, but his lupine gaze had me guarded. “So, you’re the one he was talking to?” He asked me a question but no words came to mind. He wasn’t letting go. I wasn’t sure if I even wanted him to. Then, as if waking up from a drowsy stupor, he realized the provocative position we were in. With one hand pushing him up to the ground, and the other supporting my back, we were finally upright. At my wide-eyed expression, he chuckled warmly and murmured an apologetic “scusa” in a deep Italian accent, “Did I surprise you?” 

I nodded wordlessly. 

He hummed again, “heh. Your words. They match the look on your face. How adorable.” His arm lingered around my waist, and at our close proximity, I caught the pleasant aroma of tobacco lingering on his clothes. 

“And here he is. The last of our residents.” Le Comte emerged from his office with a fond sigh. 

“Hmm? Are we introducing ourselves now? I’m Leonardo da Vinci.” 

“Along with Sebastian and myself, nine of these great historical figures reside in this mansion.” Le Comte finally concluded with the introductions. 

Leonardo ran a gloved hand through his brown hair, his voice tinged with that rough, sleepy quality, “I don’t know what happened, but your luck ran out for you to have wound up in a place like this.” 

“W-why would you say that?” 

“Simply put, Cara Mia, I don’t think you’re going to enjoy it here.” 

Chapter IV: Somnum Exterreri

It was not only the residents of the Count’s mansion that relayed the passage of time with the shadow-cleft moon. Ropes of moonlight from the High Gothic windows of the church illuminated the hallways, leaving behind the shadow of a darkly cloaked figure. The innocent humming of an old Romanian lullaby betrayed the blood-eyed creature with the heavy boots traversing the light. The snow-skinned creature gazed at the laughing crescent moon, the light reflected off his softly lucent smile. 

His childlike voice contrasted the vile thoughts that swirled behind his blood eyes, “Though it is doomed to the ugliness of utter obliteration, it remains such a beautiful world.” The man, if he could even be called that, crossed under the nave, where two shadows at the end stood obediently waiting. His eyes remained on the cruel moon, but his words were directed to his companions; they were used to his dream-like antics. “Have you seen it? The crescent moon is so beautiful tonight. Let us look at it together. Faust. Charles.” 

The imposing and brutal figure of a priest cast his cold gaze on the man. A frosty German voice muttered in distaste, “...Hmph. All the time at your disposal and you waste it in folly, Lord Vlad? We should make the church an almshouse if it’s to host the senile.” 

A great contrast to the priest Faust, the syrupy voice of Charles-Henri rose up in defence of their master, “Docteur, le Voïvode wasn’t idle, you know that. He was simply doing his job as a florist.” Charles was luscious candy personified; fluffy locks and innocently dressed with a cherub face and a sinful smile. “I’d love a job like that! So many pretty living flowers that all smell so nice and everyone loves you for what you do.” He turned to his friend, Faust, with a gleaming naïvete, “I want to be loved like that! I want everyone to love me more and more…” 

“You do the word ‘love’ no favours, muttering it constantly like a curse. Hungering for it like a depraved beggar. Then again, you do the very concept no favours, you mercurial nagetier.” 

Charles playfully interjects in a sing-song tone, “We humans need love. We crave it. It’s one of our most moral desires.” 

“Did I hear you say ‘we’ — and ‘human?’” 

The creature the two called ‘Lord Vlad’ hunched over in laughter. 

“Euer Hochgeboren?” Faust asked. 

“...Did something I just said make you laugh?” Charles questioned. 

“I simply remember how easy it is to forget my troubles around you two,” Vlad fondly answered, “then I remember how even the good times are destined to come to an end and I become sad.” 

“You feel sadness?” 

“I do. I feel sadness for the moon in the sky, the flowers in the soil, and the humans who walk between them in ignorance. I want to protect them all so they don’t have to ever feel that way.” 

“You love humans more than anything, don’t you, Voïvode?” Charles giggled. 

“Of course. I love them more than anything.” 

He who felt nothing but love, only love, looked out the window and up to the beloved moon. However, it was not just the moon his depthless blood eyes saw, but something beyond sight. More than human eyes can capture. 

“I’m in love with the world. That’s why as the unwilting flower called a vampire, I must bear this garden into eternity.” The vampire’s confession of love was released into the darkness, a promise that his beloved subjects were unaware of, with only the cruel moon to bear witness. 

Finally, I’m alone. The fluffy white sheets of the bed that Le Comte provided for me enveloped me in their plush embrace. I sank onto the bed in bliss, gaslighting myself into believing this was simply a hotel in present-day Paris, and not a mansion full of history’s greatest figures. I closed my eyes and the image of my worried aunt flashed in my head. I can picture her panicking at the Parisian police and contacting my mother and father. I can see my younger sibling, eyes brimming with tears at the thought that their sister was in danger. My family… My best friend’s face appeared next, her livid voice demanding where I was and why I’d left her. If only this was all a dream. I was willing to accept that I’d travelled back in time with everything I was shown. But the fact that I’d just had dinner with a bunch of time-travelling artists and scientists and musicians? It was harder to believe. I tried to recount everyone I’d met—if they were all truly who they said they were, I’d be damned not to remember. 

Vincent van Gogh, the gentle angel who paints masterpieces.

His brother Theodorus, the enterprising devil that sells them. The brothers were complete opposites, but they seemed incredibly close nonetheless.  

The frivolous playboy, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, who created the beloved character, Sherlock Holmes. 

The indulgent charlatan, Osamu Dazai, who penned “No Longer Human.” They were both attention-grabbing, seemingly overcompensating for a secret they were hiding.

Sir Isaac Newton, who was so shy he couldn’t look me in the eye. He was legendary in name, but his presence seemed so small.

Jean d’Arc, who I haven’t met. I couldn’t even picture what she’d—he’d be like.

“Heh. Your words, they match the look on your face. That’s rare.” The dulcet voice of Leonardo da Vinci made me lose myself so easily, but what did his last words mean?

“...As if the banquet wasn’t bad enough.” Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, who made the most beautiful music but had the most rotten attitude. 

And of course, my saviour, Napoleon Bonaparte. The one who tried so hard to rescue me, and protected me until the very end. But what was he protecting me from? 

I couldn’t picture any of them trying to fool me, and honestly, they all seemed so earnest. Besides, what would any of them gain from lying to me? I wasn’t anyone influential or wealthy; there would be no benefit to keeping me here. Having realized all of that, the reality of my situation finally came into perspective. All of this is real. 

“I need to stop thinking,” I muttered to myself. Even though it was midday for me, the crescent moon outside my window brought a wave of drowsiness over my body. I slipped off my jacket and kicked off my shoes across the room. My foolish outfit, what was all of this for? I think back to this morning when I was getting ready in front of my vanity in the hotel with my aunt—joking between ourselves. It wasn’t so long ago and yet everything was so different now. My room had an ornate little vanity by the window, with a mirror that had engravings around it and empty drawers underneath. I sat before it and saw my reflection—my makeup was the same as before, but my face looked as if I’d aged ten years from exhaustion. The glint of my amethyst earrings caught my attention; these stupid earrings that got me in this predicament. Le Comte’s golden eyes flashed in my head—those depthless glinting eyes that I could get lost so easily in. Removing them from my ears, I threw them down on the vanity and stalked towards the bed, my bed now, I suppose. Not even a minute in, the heavy embrace of sleep wrapped around me and pressed me down on the bed. 

The soft crumple of the thick duvet woke me up. Blinking open my eyes, the bleariness showed me the crescent moon beaming down on my room, stretching the shadows. I thought nothing of it until I heard the creak of the bed frame. What the hell? Every drop of blood in my body turned ice cold. Someone else was in the room with me. And they were on the bed. 

“W-who’s there?” 

“...”

My eyes cleared and showed the shadowed figure crawling from the foot of my bed. It isn’t safe here at all. I lurched upright, but the figure shoved me back down on the sheets. They crawled on top of me, the heavy figure pushing down my arms away from my body. I was fully trapped. 

“Stop!”

“Don’t move.” Their whisper felt like a serpent slithering up my body. Their breath was in my ear. They stopped, and for a few seconds, I wondered if I could force it off of me. Suddenly, sharp teeth sank into my neck. 

A pain unlike any other surged from my neck throughout my entire body. And then, the pain quickly subsided and turned into something indescribable. It’s so… hot. My limbs felt like lead; as if they weren’t my own anymore. Heat flickered across my vision like the fading of a desert mirage. Each warm breath that billowed over my neck made the heat even stronger. A strange longing manifested inside of me, the same emotion I felt when I looked into Le Comte and Leonardo’s eyes. It felt intoxicating. I tried to scream, but instead, a groan laden with ecstasy sounded out. I felt the heat in my core, a slow throbbing pulse that edged me further into blind pleasure. I need to snap out of it! I struggled to open my eyes, which had been rolling back in bliss. Dark red rose petals strung around my bed, snapping me out of my stupor. These weren’t rose petals… They came from me. Blood… That’s my blood! The sight sent my head spinning, but before I lost myself in the void, I heard the figure’s voice. 

“I want it all. Your body, your heart… and your destiny.” NO!

I scrambled out of bed, furiously grasping at my neck. No blood on my fingers, no puncture wound on my neck. My gaze wildly darted around the room. Empty. No shadowed figure. No one who bit me. 

“There’s no one here,” I cried out in relief. That felt too real. My fingers shook as they clutched the sheets. I was shivering. My throat was dry from sleep. My mouth felt balmy, and when I tried to move, everything felt heavy. I need water. 

Though it was difficult to navigate, I retraced the steps I took from the room to Le Comte’s office, and eventually to the kitchen. There were electric lamps that illuminated the room. Sebastian was still up, washing the dishes. After that nightmare, the sight of him almost brought me relief. My footsteps caught his attention, and he turned around.

“Is something the matter?” He asked in concern. Perhaps my appearance exemplified how I felt. 

“Could I bother you for some water?” Sebastian quickly poured me a glass. He guided me to a small table and sat me down, taking the chair beside me. His inquisitive glance obliged me to share my problem. He listened patiently as I recounted my nightmare, leaving out the more inappropriate aspects. “There was someone in my dream,” I began. I told him how this figure was and how he held me down to bite my neck. “...sort of like a vampire would,” I finished. Having confided in someone else alleviated the heaviness in my head. In fact, the more I told him about the dream, the sillier I felt. “Dreams can feel so real at the moment, but talking about them afterwards shows you how absurd they can be,” I chuckled humourlessly. Sebastian didn’t indulge in my laughter. Instead, he seemed quiet in thought. I grew worried he thought I was prattling on. “Anyway, thank you for listening to my silly dream. I hope you don’t find me childish for dreaming about vampires.”

“I don’t find you crazy, nor do I believe it was just a silly dream,” Sebastian unexpectedly replied. My brows furrowed. “Indeed, it’s a good sign.”

“How is my bad dream a good sign?” 

“I believe you saw that dream because you’re here in this mansion.” 

“I’m sorry, I’m not sure I understand.”

“The dream serves as a warning… That you are to give them neither your body nor your heart.” A pang of unease hit me. This must be the foreboding feeling I had earlier. This must be the reason why even the kindest residents seemed to be hiding a terrible secret. 

“The residents of this mansion, everyone you’ve met tonight…” 

“No,” I whispered under my breath.

“They are exactly what you saw in your dream. They are all vampires.” 

[chirp-a-chirp]

Ikemen Vampire: Revolve

Isaac Newton • Isaac x MC (Mitsuki) • Tags: Fluff; wearing significant other’s clothes; teaching; star gazing • Word Count: ~1850 • Triggers: None • Rating: PG (one tiny PG-13 scene for our beloved wolf in sheep’s clothing) • Brief appearances by Napoleon and Arthur

Description: A meaningful exchange of gifts for Isaac and his love. For @fang-and-feather in the My Ikemen Valentine Gift Exchange (thanks again @ikemenlibrary for hosting 🥰)! Quotes from Isaac’s route are in bold text.

Fluff Rating: *Carefully measures a teaspoon of sugar, promptly discards it and dumps entire bowl of sugar into mouth

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Revolve: To move in a circular or curving orbit around a central point.

Alternate description: To think about or center on with singular focus.

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The children were more rambunctious than usual this week. Several small hands clung to Isaac’s clothes as he knelt, drawing in the dirt. A stick made circular paths around a yellow ball with colored marbles in each dirt trail—a crude but effective solar system appearing before everyone’s eyes. A nagging feeling at the back of Isaac’s head told him the lesson should have been over long ago, but he was too engrossed to truly notice.

Isaac’s hands moved dramatically as he launched into the lecture, calculations running in his head. “And so you see, the Earth ROTATES on its axis but REVOLVES around the sun—“

“What’s THAT?” A blonde boy poked at Isaac’s neck, gesturing at two redden marks dotting his skin.

Isaac hastily fixed his shirt collar, a fierce blush creeping past his ears. His mind instantly recalled the evening with Mitsuki that caused those marks, and the soft sweet voice that accompanied it. His hand gravitated towards his pants pocket at the thought of Mitsuki, and the gift he planned to give her nestled within it. He wasn’t sure how to properly express what he felt for her—it was too encompassing, too vast to be explained with words. But the gift was a start.

The blonde boy continued to poke Isaac’s neck, pulling him from his musings. “I-it’s a rash William!” Isaac prayed the fib would deter the boy’s probing.

“There’s a mark on the other side of his neck too!” William’s younger brother pulled back Isaac’s collar, revealing a third blossoming mark. “Is it contagious?”

“No! Could you politely NOT do that?” Isaac adjusted his tie and shirt so all of his neck was covered. He pressed his hand to his temple and gestured to the yellow ball, desperate to get back to the lecture. “The sun here is—“

“I hope Miss Mitsuki doesn’t catch that rash.” A doe-eyed girl stared at Issac. “Professor, will Miss Mitsuki be alright?”

“I hope so Nicole,” another girl chirped. “Professor Isaac’s life revolves around her.”

“That’s not the revolving we’re talking about here!” Nicole tittered.

“Napoleon!” Isaac’s blush reached peak intensity. Instinctively, he curled into a ball while crouching over his feet. His eyes lowered to the ground that he wished would open up and swallow him whole. Not that he was embarrassed about his relationship with Mitsuki. On the contrary, what Isaac had with her was everything he’d wanted but thought was out of reach—warmth, acceptance, understanding. He just wished particular aspects of that warmth weren’t so noticeable to others.

“Sometimes you have to fight your own battles.” Napoleon lowered his wooden sword, signaling to his students that the lesson was temporarily suspended. He walked over to Isaac and ruffled his hair. “However, I see the enemy has you greatly outnumbered.”

Isaac groaned as the children laughed. He unfurled his body and was about to resume his lecture until he looked at his watch and jumped up. “It’s way past time. I have to go!” Isaac made his excuses and left quickly, promising to pick up the lesson next week.

As Isaac trotted away, William sought Napoleon. “Did we do a good job?”

“You did wonderfully, mon petit soldat!” Napoleon beamed at William and the other children. “You all did. Professor Isaac doesn’t suspect a thing. You kept him here an extra 30 minutes. That should give Mitsuki enough time.”

“Is Professor Isaac ok?” Nicole worried her lip. “His neck looked awfully—“

“Mitsuki will take care of him.” The corner of Napoleon’s mouth quirked. “Rest assured.”

…

Isaac raced back to the Mansion. As he made his way past the front door and towards his room, he thanked his lucky stars he encountered no one to bother him.

“Newt old boy!”

Never mind. Arthur strolled by Isaac, his tongue wagging. Arthur’s eyes trained on Isaac’s furtive movements—Isaac didn’t bother to hide his desire to leave as he continued walking.

“You’re not the only one who’s eager! I just passed by your room. Our Mitsuki awaits with anticipation.”

“Not OUR. That’s enough from you.” Irritated, Isaac brushed past Arthur.

“Yes, yes, you should make haste. She’s quite in a precarious position. All for your sake, old chap.” Arthur’s eyes sparkled.

There were endless possibilities to what Arthur could mean. Isaac tugged a lock of hair and moved faster, not bothering to reply back.

“Oh, you’ll appreciate it Newt.” Arthur’s chuckled quietly as he watched Isaac hurry down the hall.

When Isaac finally made his way to his room, the first thing he noticed was the partially open door. He opened it fully before closing it quietly behind him. What he saw next made his mouth drop in complete surprise.

In the center of the room was Mitsuki, standing on an A-frame ladder. Her eyes concentrated intently as she took a paint brush and pressed the brush’s tip repeatedly on the ceiling. Though she clearly dipped the brush in a nearby paint-can, no visible paint appeared on the ceiling.

She wore one of Isaac’s old shirts he thought he’d thrown out—a sort of makeshift paint smock. The sleeves were rolled up to her elbows and the top two buttons were undone, unveiling a trail of love marks from her neck towards her chest. The shirttails barely covered her hips and upper thighs.

“There! It’s finished!” Mitsuki clapped her hands in satisfaction. Her joy was so apparent that it made Isaac want to bask in it for as long as possible. Mitsuki began to make her way down the ladder when she suddenly slipped.

“Waaaaah!”

Mitsuki closed her eyes and braced for impact. Instead, she found herself in the arms of her very anxious lover. Isaac stumbled awkwardly and tumbled with her on the bed. The ladder and paint-can somehow remained upright.

“What in God’s name were you doing?!” Isaac’s voice was breathless as his hands roamed Mitsuki’s body, checking for injuries. Both laid on the bed on their sides in a heap of tangled limbs. Arthur’s previous comments echoed in his brain. “And wearing JUST this with the door open!”

“I was finishing your gift.” Mitsuki pouted, mildly embarrassed. “The door was PARTIALLY open due to paint fumes. I only needed 5 minutes more to surprise you completely.”

“I’m ALREADY surprised! Why must you always risk yourself?” Having found no obvious injuries, Isaac pulled Mitsuki towards him, huffing against her shoulder.

“I always seem to worry you.” Mitsuki carded her fingers through his hair to soothe his nerves. “It’s not my intent, I promise.”

Isaac pulled back slightly, his eyes roaming up and down her body. “Why are you wearing this?” There were plenty of paint smocks available that Vincent could have easily provided.

“It’s yours.” Mitsuki looked at Isaac with heat. “I wanted to feel you. It even smells of spring and black tea like you do.” Mitsuki curled a finger under the collar of the shirt Isaac wore and loosened his tie. With a smile, Mitsuki added. “Although, I much prefer you in the flesh.”

Isaac’s heart leapt at her words. “You, you really are so—“ The remainder of his words were forgotten as her lips pressed against his, a rush of warmth and pleasure flooding them both. Isaac’s mouth quickly poured everything into these kisses, open and eager. Mitsuki’s moans electrified him, her mewls driving him to seek more. He groaned against her lips as she hooked his hip with one of her legs to pull him closer. Mitsuki’s hand began to traverse down his chest towards the waistband of his pants when she noticed a bulge…not where she expected it.

“Isaac?” Mitsuki gasped in surprise—both at Isaac’s fingers as they crept up her thighs and at her discovery. “Is there something in your pocket?”

Pink dusted Isaac’s cheeks. A muffled groan left his lips at Mitsuki’s knowing chuckle. He lifted her wandering hand and laughed softly.

“If you want to be reminded of me, perhaps you should wear this instead.” Fishing inside his pocket, Isaac placed a watch on Mitsuki’s left wrist.

The watch’s band was leather, a dark brown reminding Mitsuki of the bark of cherry blossom trees. The clock face was pure white, with a series of three raised white dots in the middle that looked similar to the buttons of Mitsuki’s everyday blouse. The hour and minute hands were the same tint as Isaac’s eyes. Isaac nuzzled his cheek against her palm before kissing it gently.

“You are the first Mitsuki���first I’ve ever laughed with, first I’ve felt at peace with, first I’ve felt possessive of. My life revolves around you. I cannot imagine a life without your presence. So please—share what time you have with me.”

Mitsuki interlaced her fingers with his, kissing each in turn. “I told you once before and I’ll say it again. My time? You can have all of it.”

Isaac buried his face in the crook of her neck, overwhelmed by her response. A shuttering sigh escaped his lips as he left a trail of kisses across her neck and shoulders.

“Wait, wait! Before we continue, let me show you my gift. Keep lying down, but look at the ceiling.” Mitsuki got up from the bed; Isaac reached out towards her, missing her touch. “Don’t worry, I’m staying in this room. Just…please close your eyes until I tell you to open them.”

Isaac complied, quietly baffled but very curious. He heard window curtains moving and lights being adjusted. The bed sheets crumpled around him as he felt Mitsuki lay next to him.

“OK, open them.”

Upon opening his eyes, Isaac was stunned. The room was now encased in mostly shadow, but the ceiling was littered with tons of bright illuminated dots. In the darkened room, the ceiling appeared to be an inky black sky, surrounded by the heavens.

Mitsuki turned to Isaac. Though the room was dark, she could see Isaac’s outline and features up close. “With your recent university position, helping Napoleon with his students, and your own independent research, we haven’t had time to stargaze like we used to.”

“So,” Mitsuki tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. “I decided to bring the stars to us.”

Isaac stared at the ceiling in wonder. “How did you do this?”

“Leonardo created the paint. It looks nearly invisible in the daylight. But in the dark, you see this.”

“I can’t believe you—“ Mitsuki placed a finger on his lips.

“You’re Isaac. And you’re worth it.”

Her words sunk in, enveloping him in a winding warmth. He repositioned his body, his forehead resting on hers. “One thing about stars—however pretty, they remain far away. But you—you’re always here.”

Mitsuki squeezed Isaac’s hand, hearing his unspoken words. “You aren’t alone. Not anymore. I’m here to watch clouds, stars, constellations—anything that brings you joy.”

With a soft, boyish smirk, Isaac cupped her face before leaning closer. “Then let me watch you instead.”

[krys-in-the-playhouse]

OC Brainrots #5 - In Another World

Welcome back to OC Brain Rots, where I go off about an OC of mine and whatever it is that caused them to tickle my brain at the moment.

For this rot, I've decided to play around with all the girlies and their respective universes. Basically, if they were to be put into a different otome universe, how would things be different and (if applicable), who would they get along best with, maybe even be their suitor of choice in that universe (since this is the point of the majority of dating sim games)?

For simplicity sake, I'm only going to be focusing on Cybird's IkeSeries games and Obey Me since those are where my current OCs come from. My girlies in other otomes (Hakouki, Collar x Malice, SLBP, and various others) I've played can be for another post.

For previous brainrot posts, check out the OC masterlist!

Everyone is also welcome to reblog with their OCs and/or self-inserts going to different places than their home universes. I think that'd be a fun idea!

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Houki

Home Universe: Ikemen Sengoku In the World of: Ikemen Prince

Her and Ophelia are both MCs from a different dating sim game that was heavy on the political drama, so I think, for Houki, I'm gonna put her in with the IkePri universe. She's already a noble lady back home and both IkePri and her home game have a major focus on political drama, so I think she'd fit in just fine. She could be a noble lady sent to Rhodolite to scope out for her home country, to see if they want to be allies with the tiny Kingdom of Roses.

Suitor I think she'd most get along with: Chevalier

Both are avid book lovers and like quiet places. Both would probably think positively of the other's no nonsense way of thinking. Houki, despite being weaker and having no combat experience, will stand up for others and uses the talents she does have for the betterment of her nation, something I think Chevalier will look positively on. Chevalier, cold and stoic, Houki admires his ability to see the bigger picture, to think at least 50 steps ahead of his opponent and still has his kingdom's best interests at heart despite his… methods.

Ophelia

Home Universe: Ikemen Sengoku In the World of: Ikemen Villains

Above section mentioned Ophelia being from a game about the political drama, and while I thought about putting her in the IkePri universe as well (Obsidianite Lady Ophelia sounds delicious, tbh), I think I'm gonna put her in the Villains universe instead as I think it might fit slightly better for her. She grew up as a poor noble, was married off as soon as possible to keep her family afloat until her husband mysteriously dies. Did she do it? Was it orchestrated by someone else? Was it an accident? Was is an 'accident'? Ophelia certainly isn't telling anyone, letting the dark rumors surround her. Perfect for a villain origin story, no?

Suitor I think she'd most get along with: William, but not at first.

See, Will has this bad habit of pushing and pulling at social boundaries. If Crown ever does come into contact with her (via if she has a fairy tale curse or just by coincidence like with MC) Will would be naturally curious about his noblewoman who was rumored to have killed her late husband. He'd want to figure out why she would be hiding this information as it could save her reputation in noble circles, but she refuses to tell her side of the story. Over time, Will would help her come out of her shell and reveal the truth. They also have similar color palettes, but that's more self-indulgent on my part.

Thea

Home Universe: Ikemen Vampire In the World of: Ikemen Sengoku

A seamstress about to start her dream job that crosses time and space to meet some famous (infamous?) historical figures? Thea could be Mai! The only difference is that Thea knows even less about Japanese history as her specialty mainly focused on European/Western history, so she might be a little lost (by coincidence, she did buy a helpful guide before being wormholed into the past) but I think she'd fit in soon enough, being adopted into the Oda forces after saving Nobunaga.

Suitor I think she'd most get along with: Yukimura.

Sasuke was also a likely candidate for getting along (plus the added connection of being future people), but I think she might be more drawn to Yuki's grounded personality. Thea is spunky and has a good sense of humor, so Yuki likes her and thinks she's cute. Not that he'd ever say that part out loud… willingly.

Abby

Home Universe: Ikemen Vampire In the World of: Ikemen Revolution

Following a mysterious gentlemen to return a lost trinket again, Abbygail? We just don't learn, do we?

No, but given her nervous personality, it was hard to fit her into the other universes without a complete mental meltdown and given a few routes in IkeRev tend to focus on making sure Alice has a good, safe time before returning to the Land of Reason, I think this is good choice for Abby. The Black Army will take care of her like family until she inevitably has to return.

Suitor I think she'd most get along with: Luka

Nervous bean does best around calm personality types and I think Luka fits that bill. He doesn't have the high energy as some of the others do and while he tends to be quieter and stoic, he's not as intimidating as Ray or Sirius (at least according to Abbygail). He also likes cooking and she would like to learn from him when she catches him in the kitchen. For Luka, he sees someone that's lost her way and while she stays in Cradle, he'll do what he can to protect her and makes sure she gets back home safely. They'd be adorable cooking together, tbh 🥺

Maddie

Home Universe: Ikemen Revolution In the World of: Obey Me

Maddie's upbeat personality and her having magic, I think, makes her a good fit for Obey Me. When she figures out that she's capable of magic back in Cradle, the magical environment of Devildom no doubt would fill her curiosity, wanting to know more about this place of demons. 

Suitor I think she'd most get along with: Diavolo

You know who would be curious about humans, especially this new exchange student that always seems to be humming a tune whenever he sees her? I bet Diavolo would be. Both are extroverts that love talking to people and I can see the two having long conversations over tea, talking about absolutely anything that came to mind.

Clara

Home Universe: Ikemen Prince In the World of: Midnight Cinderella

Hey, you know how there were rumors about IkePri being a remake of MidCin, or was ripping it off in some way? Well, turned out Midcin was a novel series in IkePri (as a nice nod, I think), so I think it's only fair that Clara gets to live out her favorite novel series. So, she gets to be the Princess Elect of Wysteria, to make her dreams come true. Clara, in the MidCin series, still works at a bookstore, and is then suddenly caught up in the Princess Elect system as she was retrieving something a friend left behind in the palace (as she had tried to get in, but wasn't chosen). Clara catches the eyes of the staff, specifically Giles, who decides that she's going to be the perfect candidate and the rest is history

Suitor I think she'd most get along with: Alyn

Alyn is serious and a bit rough around the edges, a lot of his focus being towards protecting what he cares for. Actions matter more to him that words do. They'll likely butt heads in the beginning as Clara gets her footing as a new Princess, but they'll both see eventually how much the other cares for their beloved kingdom, to want the best for their people, thus how a friendship (maybe more if we're going all the way with this AU?)

Miri

Home Universe: Obey Me In the World of: Ikemen Revolution

Miri was a wild card in choosing in that she's not a IkeSeries OC, so she has a wide range of places she could go. But I think the best place for her was Ikemen Revolution. She can keep her sorcerer powers and the tone is somewhat lighthearted compared to the other Cybird games. She'd get along great with the Black Army as they are a tight-knit family that would welcome her warmly.

Suitor I think she'd most get along with: Fenrir

Fenrir's upbeat personality would feed into Miri's energy, both undoubtedly having trouble stopping their smiles and laughter. They would be insta-buddies, just clicking like they've been friends for forever. He'd show her all the wonders that Cradle has to offer, telling her what he knows about magic crystals, and going on walks with his dog with her. Just the fastest of friends, I think. 

And that about wraps it up for this brain rot. Thanks for coming along on this thought journey with me!

Have fun, lovelies~

[spopsys-archive]

<3 | Ikemen vampire

<3 | Leonardo Da Vinci

| Care for me

Comfort/ sick fic | Polyamorous relationship (Comte x MC x Leonardo) | TW sickness (cold), coughing

| Too perfect

Fluff fic | Leonardo x OC (Julie) | TW minor harassment (a stranger briefly grabs Julie’s arm)

| Artistic MC asking for advice

Headcanon | Vincent and Leonardo (separate) | No TW

| MC on their period

Headcanon | Vlad, Comte and Leonardo (separate) | TW periods, brief allusions to blood

| Reacting to MC drinking period blood like a shot

Headcanon | Vlad, Comte and Leonardo (separate) | TW periods, unhealthy/ unsanitary practices (drinking period blood), intrusive thoughts

- — — — <3

<3 | Comte De Saint-Germain

| Care for me

Comfort/ sick fic | Polyamorous relationship (Comte x MC x Leonardo) | TW sickness (cold), coughing

| Hope in desolation

Angst (?) fic | TW death mentions, imagery of people being burnt by wax

| My one and only

Yandere fic | TW yandere themes/ mindset, unhealthy obsessions (neither are acted on necessarily in any way)

| More forward, perhaps?

Fluff fic | Female Comte (genderswap) | No TW

| Simplistic/ non-materialistic MC who doesn’t care about money

Headcanon | Oliver, Comte, Jean, Masamune and Zero (separate) | TW insecurity

| MC on their period

Headcanon | Vlad, Comte and Leonardo (separate) | TW periods, brief allusions to blood

| Reacting to MC drinking period blood like a shot

Headcanon | Vlad, Comte and Leonardo (separate) | TW periods, unhealthy/ unsanitary practices (drinking period blood), intrusive thoughts

| First kiss

Headcanon | Female Comte (genderswap) | No TW

- — — — <3

<3 | Napoleon Bonaparte

| Withholding cuddles and kisses after a (playful) argument

Fluff drabble | TW (playful) argument

| MC who is a trained knight

Headcanon | Lancelot, Mitsunari, Hideyoshi and Napoleon (separate) | TW mentions of fighting

| MC with short hair (bob/ pixie cut)

Headcanon | Napoleon, Mozart, Isaac and Theodorus (separate) | TW minor mentions of gender stereotypes

| Cuddling MC who’s tired of her studies

Headcanon | Napoleon and Vincent (separate) | TW burn out, mentions of skipping meals and sleep

- — — — <3

<3 | Jean D’Arc

| Solace

Angst with a happy ending fic | Jean x OC (Julie) I TW thunder storms, arguments, insecurity, self doubt

| Proposing to Jean first

Fluff drabble I TW marriage, crying

| Simplistic/ non-materialistic MC who doesn’t care about money

Headcanon | Oliver, Comte, Jean, Masamune and Zero (separate) | TW insecurity

| Pronoun and sexuality headcanons

Headcanon | Shakespeare, Jean and Sebastian (separate) | No TW

- — — — <3

<3 | Isaac Newton

| Keep talking

Fluff fic | TW mild insecurity

| MC with short hair (bob/ pixie cut)

Headcanon | Napoleon, Mozart, Isaac and Theodorus (separate) | TW minor mentions of gender stereotypes

- — — — <3

<3 | Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

| MC with short hair (bob/ pixie cut)

Headcanon | Napoleon, Mozart, Isaac and Theodorus (separate) | TW minor mentions of gender stereotypes

- — — — <3

<3 | Dazai Osamu

| Carefree

Fluff fic | No TW

- — — — <3

<3 | Arthur Conan Doyle

| Kisses and giggles

Fluff fic | No TW

| Theocona hurt/comfort

Headcanon | Arthur x Theodorus | TW mentions of intrusive thoughts

- — — — <3

<3 | Vincent Van Gogh

| Sketch

Fluff fic (?) | No TW

| Artistic MC asking for advice

Headcanon | Vincent and Leonardo (separate) | No TW

| Cuddling MC who’s tired of her studies

Headcanon | Napoleon and Vincent (separate) | TW burn out, mentions of skipping meals and sleep

- — — — <3

<3 | Theodorus Van Gogh

| MC with short hair (bob/ pixie cut)

Headcanon | Napoleon, Mozart, Isaac and Theodorus (separate) | TW minor mentions of gender stereotypes

| Theocona hurt/comfort

Headcanon | Arthur x Theodorus | TW mentions of intrusive thoughts

- — — — <3

<3 | William Shakespeare

| Childish glee

Fluff fic | No TW

| Fear not my dear, take your time

Angst/ hurt/ comfort fic | TW self harm, self depreciation, blood, injury, self neglect

| Yandere Shakespeare ramble

Yandere drabble | TW yandere and everything that comes with it

| MC struggling with self harm

Headcanon | TW self harm, self-deprecation, self neglect

| Pronoun and sexuality headcanons

Headcanon | Shakespeare, Jean and Sebastian (separate) | No TW

| Balding Shakespeare headcanons

Headcanon | TW cursed, a lot of regret

| Foot health headcanons

Headcanon | TW cursed, a lot of regret

| Shakespeare portrait AU

Headcanon | Portrait AU | TW manipulation mention, claustrophobia, nyctophobia

| Long haired Shakespeare headcanons

Headcanon | No TW

- — — — <3

<3 | Sebastian

| Pronoun and sexuality headcanons

Headcanon | Shakespeare, Jean and Sebastian (separate) | No TW

- — — — <3

<3 | Vlad

| MC on their period

Headcanon | Vlad, Comte and Leonardo (separate) | TW periods, brief allusions to blood

| General Vlad dating headcanons

Headcanon | TW possessiveness, fear of losing someone, food (strawberries)

| Reacting to MC drinking period blood like a shot

Headcanon | Vlad, Comte and Leonardo (separate) | TW periods, unhealthy/ unsanitary practices (drinking period blood), intrusive thoughts

- — — — <3

<3 | Charles Henri-Sanson

None yet

- — — — <3

<3 | Johann Georg Faust

None yet

- — — — <3

<3 | All

| Give it back!

Crack fic | Mostly Napoleon and Comte centred | TW swearing (quite a bit), mentions of injury, mention of rabid ferrets, mentions of feral animals

| Who I think would be the best brother

Headcanon | No TW

| MC making a Twilight reference

Headcanon | No TW

| Vampire biology stuff to explain their existences idk

Headcanon | TW blood, mentions of procreation, mentions of trying to changes ones genetic makeup, biology stuff, probably scientific inaccuracies, this is quite long actually

<3 | Series

❤️ | Love sick fool - Shakespeare x gender neutral MC

| Perhaps I am nought but a love sick fool - Love sick fool: Part 1

Fluff fic | No TW

| Love sick in more ways than one - Love sick fool: Part 2

Angst fic | TW death/death of a loved one, illness, crying

| Return - Love sick fool: Part 3

Fluff/comfort fic | TW death mention

| Love - Love sick fool: Good ending

Not yet posted

| Sick - Love sick fool: Bad ending

Not yet posted

❤️ | Shakespeare portrait AU - Shakespeare x gender neutral MC

| Reveal to me - Shakespeare portrait AU: Part 1

Angst/ hopeful ending fic I Tw claustrophobia, nyctophobia, betrayal, manipulation

| A way - Shakespeare portrait AU: Part 2

Not yet posted

| Out of the dark - Shakespeare portrait AU: Part 3

Not yet posted

| And hold my hand - Shakespeare portrait AU: Good ending

Not yet posted

| And let me keep you close - Shakespeare portrait AU: Bad ending

Not yet posted

❤️ | Mansion rules - No relationship focus

| Rule 1

Horror/ unreality fic I TW chasing, panic

| Rule 2

Horror/ unreality fic | TW allusions to mind control/ manipulation

| Rule 4

Horror/ unreality I TW blood, injury, gore, horror, panic, drowning, screaming

| Rule 5

Horror/ unreality fic I TW screaming, death, hallucinations (auditory), ghosts, blood, gore, self inflicted injury

| Follow the rules

Horror/ unreality, angst fic | TW self loathing, blood, gore, shadow people, curses, horror, religion mention

[unknwnrm]

Theo: Fuck Shakespeare

Mitsuki: Yeah, fuck Shakespeare

[the next morning]

Mitsuki: Hey guess who I hooked up with last night!

Theo: Who?

Mitsuki: William. Shakespeare.

Theo: Mitsuki what the?

Mitsuki: But you said- oh... You meant the other kind of fuck...

[daisiesandshakes]

Ikevamp fanfiction

Mariage d'amour

Pairing: William Shakespeare & fem. MC

Warnings: Sex, vampire biting, mention of blood, light bonding, blindfolding

Rating: 18+ NSFW

DO NOT READ WHEN YOU'RE UNDER THAT AGE or you're uncomfotable with the warnings!

Smut below the cut

Wearing nothing but a half opened corset, the entire body covered in sweat, her breath comes in huffs as William thrusts torturous slowly up into her.

Blindfolded and wrists bound together behind her back, she sits on his lap and her trembling lips are not able to form a decent sentence anymore. His strong hands hold her firmly at the hips, guiding her quivering form slowly up and down, his digits almost causing bruises on her delicate skin.

Resting his face in the crook of the neck he inhales her overwhelming scent that makes him dizzy with love and desire every time. 

Shakespeare's glowing view flicks over her shoulder up to the big mirror at the opposite side as he lifts her hips again until only the tip remains in her heat.

Not before a desperate whimper leaves her lips, he pushes her slowly down again and thrusts his shaft back into her tight core. Observing the act in the mirror with hazy eyes, he throws his head back with a moan, wet strands falling over his elegant features. This view and her tight heat around his hardness sent him almost over the edge.

Not yet.

Roaming over her body his hungry hands find her breasts, cupping and squeezing them as he leans forward to lavish the curves with his tongue. The moans that her lips escape incite Will more, wishing he could merge with her, become one with her completely. His left hand slides behind her head, pulling his muse into a deep, messy kiss. Wrapping the other arm around her back, he holds her solid in place as he bucks his hips up and muffled moans fill the fumy air.

Devoted to give the love of his life the utmost pleasure, he held the tension up for hours now. After all complete devotion is not his only driving force.

An urgent longing for her is embedded deep inside of William's heart and drives him to feel his lover as long and close as achievable.

He needs her, all of her. Craving for her alluring scent, her tender touch, her melodious voice, her saccharine taste, her intoxicating love that turns him upside down. Every tiny piece of her pulls him out of the darkness of his thoughts back into the light, reminding him she is truly there and belongs only to him.

His soft lips leave hers and travel over the jawline, as he notices a muted sobbing.

"My precious little turtledove, art thou willing to travel with me to the shores of pure bliss and receive salvation?" He asks in a whisper next to her ear, his voice husky.

A shiver runs through her as she nods in response, the fabric over her eyes already stained with tears.

Shakespeare picks up the knife from the desk behind her and releases her wrists. "Then hold me in your loving arms, little turtledove mine, let us burn together in the glowing dephts of pleasure".

Entwined in a tight embrace their lips and tongues meet in a hungry kiss as he lays her body gently onto the desk.

Removing the blindfold he breathes butterfly kisses on her lids and with a dazzling smile that must be created in Elysium, she gives him an ecstasized glance through half lided eyes.

"I love you William. I love you so much that it hurts." Her faint voice barely a whisper.

His heart swells at these words. "Thou art the light in my life, I love thee more than paltry words ever could describe."

His graceful fingers slide around her neck as his other hand leads her wrist to his mouth.

Gazing into her shiny eyes William burrows his fangs into the tender flesh, growling low as her scarlet nectar flows over his tongue. With a fluid motion he thrusts his shaft deep into her pulsing tightness, eager to give pleasure in any possible way, greedy for the feeling to become one with her on the waves of delight.

Thank you for reading 💝

[shookspearewrites]

@decora-peaches thank you so much for your request - this was super fun to write! It’s really nice to recieve all kinds of different requests / prompts / suggestions for writing because I get to expand my practice and that ^^

- JJ x

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MC Vs William Shakespeare:

As far as everyone at the mansion knew, MC was a sweet, kind and caring person. Despite their troubles, MC was always loving and caring to all 11 of the mansion’s residents so, the currently unfolding events were rather unexpected:

Le Comte de Saint Germain, head of the household had invited William Shakespeare to the mansion for dinner and mostly civil conversation as the pair attempted to amend their strained relationship. However, when Shakespeare sat down with the other residents at the grand dining table, his mismatched eyes caught sight of another, new face. They surely weren’t a vampire, no - they retained a beautiful, living vibrancy that no creature created by le Comte could seem to hold, well, maybe apart from Vincent.

In an awe-struck flourish, the playwright stood from his chair and stepped towards MC, taking their hands in his own soft pair and bringing them to his ever-so-slightly rouged lips, kissing them gently. Shakespeare smirked at the bright blush which painted MC’s cheeks before bowing deeply before them, “Pray tell, turtledove of mine, what is thine name?”

MC stepped back ever so slightly to bow back to the vampire awkwardly, “MC, M-Monsieur.” Shakespeare’s gaze settled upon MC’s own, amused by their flustered expression as they continued to speak, “I’ve not seen you here before, Sir. Are you a friend of le Comte’s?”

Before Shakespeare could respond, the dashing pureblood in question entered the dining room to stand behind MC, putting his large, warm hand on their shoulder, “Is Will bothering you at all MC, my dear?” MC shook their head softly, making the gentlemanly smile on Comte’s lips widen a little, “Très bien.”

“Ah yes,” a gentle, Dutch accent sounded from the table, “MC is very dear to le Comte, Shakespeare. He’d be beside himself if they were to come to any harm or discomfort.” Vincent smiled sweetly at MC after he spoke, picking up his bottle of Rouge as his gaze wandered towards Will, “Like a little gemstone, he calls them.”

After a beat or two of silence, MC’s voice cut through the elaborate dining room, “Wait, wait, you’re William Shakespeare?!”

Will’s pale cheeks flushed a bright pink at the recognition, his delicate hand fluttering to his chest in a gesture of gratitude, “Oh, thou knowst mine name, little mouse? I am naught but flattered.”

MC’s brows furrowed and their cheeks flushed with annoyance in realisation of whom the man that stood before them was. “Yes, I know you,” they seethed quietly, seeming to forget their manners for a moment, “I cannot stand you right now you absolute piece of work-”

“That’s enough now, MC.” Le Comte placed his gentle hand over MC’s mouth before they could continue, noticing the rage bubbling up beneath their skin. The nobleman turned to face Theo who was sat in stunned silence with the rest of the vampires, “Theo, did you put MC up to this?”

The art dealer shook his head and scowled at the accusation before replying roughly, “No. Sure I don’t like the guy but, I didn’t tell the hondje to say anything to him.”

Satisfied, le Comte turned his gaze back to MC and removed his hand from their mouth, “And have you anything to say for yourself, my little gemstone? You should know that such bad behaviour will not be tolerated lightly in this house.”

MC gazed at the pureblood guiltily before turning to look at the floor, shame coating their cheeks with crimson blush, “I’m sorry, le Comte. And I’m sorry to you too, Shakespeare,” they bowed awkwardly before standing up straight, “I’ve been working so hard and getting nowhere with my essays about your plays and I’m ... stressed out. I’m sorry for taking it out on you.”

To MC’s surprise, both le Comte and William began to chuckle lightly, brightening the room’s atmosphere immensely. Shakespeare once again took MC’s hand and kissed it, a gentle smile playing on his lips, “Oh what a charming thing thou art! Thou art irked with mine presence purely for the fact that thou enjoyst mine works and wisheth to understand them!” Will almost giggled, meeting his gaze with MC’s own, “Come come now, mine lamb,” he spoke sweetly as he sat MC down next to him at the table, “This humble bard will teach thee all that thou needst know.”

Theodorus van Gogh groaned into his glass of rouge, “It’s gonna be a long night.”

[pathofcomets]

IKEVAMP MOODBOARDS: WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

[kaeyas-beloved]

Warning(s) -- Implied/Brief Mentions/Undertones of Self-Harm

Pairing -- Shakespeare x MC/Reader (You)

Summary -- Just a few short (?) bullet points on some things Will might do for his S/O upon finding out that they self-harm

Note -- For @yanderepuck - hopefully these bring you even the slightest bit of comfort that you're looking for (very sorry if they don’t). I’m not even sure if they’re the best or if they entirely relay what I’m trying to write/convey (So I’m kinda hesitant to post them but they still may help so I am). 

I’m also sorry though if Will’s a bit out of character since I haven’t played his route *laughs in English*.

~~~

Will has been surrounded by tragedy all his life, that's a fact

He wrote countless tales revolving around it and experienced it himself

But when he found out that you were living your own? It.. struck something within him, something unpleasant 

In some ways he may understand, not fully of course, but there are bits and pieces that might resonate with him

Swallows any thirst he may have (if there’s any blood involved) and kisses your wounds. Doesn’t matter what it may be, he’s going to pour every ounce of love he can into that kiss before leaving a trail of lighter pecks up until he reaches your hand.

“My fair maiden...” he whispers, voice as soothing and soft as ever. He gently lifts the hand that he’d just kissed up to his cheek, his other, free hand cupping your own. He says nothing more, mismatched eyes staring into yours with notes of seriousness and, most importantly, overflowing love.

His warm fingers that rested on your cheek brushed away any tears that stained your face, then he placed a kiss on your forehead, dropping the hand he held and moving his arms into a position to lift you off your feet

He carried you to bed, sitting you down before walking off for a moment, returning with Puck in one hand and any needed bandages/medicine in the other

While you pet the furry bunny Will fixes you up (if need be) before taking a seat next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder, the warmth of his body enveloping yours - calming you even if just a little.

He just holds you, sometimes switching between rubbing your sides/shoulders/back to simply holding you while continuously pressing kisses to your temple and the top of your head every so often

If you talk he listens to every word, never interrupting you once, not until you’ve finished relaying your woes to him. He’d then go on to give his thoughts and such, things that he thinks will help you.

If you don't say anything that’s alright too, whatever you’re comfortable with. He’ll stay be your side for as long as you need, petting Puck with you in a comforting silence before retiring to bed with you.

The days to come Will writes you little poems and such for you to read. They’re always sappy but they warm your heart. You also find that Puck ends up in your lap more often than previously :)

Reminds you all through out the day and before bed every night how much he loves you through his words. 

As the playwright holds you close to his chest (if you’ll allow him), Shakespeare recites words of love to you, such as no matter what may happen you’ll always be the brightest and most beautiful flower among them all in his eyes and that he’ll love you no matter what. 

Anytime that you may tell him that any of those things he just told you aren’t true he always replies “Ah, but it is...” then snuggles into the crook of your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin and his arms tightening in their embrace.

Perhaps before he may have used this, what you’re feeling, as new material for a play, but after everything that the two of you have gone through, after you changed his tragic life into one of romance, he won’t - he just can’t. 

He genuinely cares for you and would do absolutely anything to keep the shining smile he loves dearly on your face :)

~~~

!! Always remember there is someone out there that cares for you and would be willing to talk if you need it! This goes for anyone reading this !!

[robin-the-enby]

Listen.

I know I'm greedy as heck, but I just love Ikevamp guys so much. But like... All of them. At once. I even like MC. And I desperately want to love on them so much..

Anyway, do y'all have links to any MC/everyone fics? Need me sum 'o those.

I'm begging you.

Thanx!

[niphredil-14]

Jack of All Trades S/o (William, Lancelot, and Kenshin)

@spoopy-fish-writes asked:

Hello, yes, I send in request <3

Your link to your rules in your masterlist wasn't working so I'm sorry if this goes against any of your guidelines. Feel free to tweak it or ignore it as you see fit

So, could I request a headcanon for Shakespeare, Loki, Lancelot and Kenshin with an s/o who can kind of just do pretty much a bit of everything and is just kind of naturally good at doing most things/pick up skills really quickly? My classmates were acting like I was some kind of second coming of Leonardo Da Vinci today and I have decided to indulge 💜

Remember to take breaks, drink water and eat. Thank you and take care 💜

First of all, Spoops, thank you for sending in a request (also so quickly, wow!!), and second of all, I would be happy to write this for you! Unfortunately, I don’t write for Loki, but I write for everyone else! I haven’t played Lancelot’s route yet but I am doing my best to make him not too OOC, so sorry if he is a little bit!!

William: The playwright would absolutely love this about you! I feel like many of his things are broken, mainly because he refuses to ask Leonardo for help, so if any of your skills included fixing things, and you were down to put it to good use, then he would really appreciate your help! In general, though, unrelated to the fact he desperately needs a repairperson, I think that he would really admire your seemingly unending talents. Probably writes sonnets about and for you <3

Lancelot: This man, unlike our dear William, does not need a repair person, because the second anything isn’t perfect, Jonah calls someone to “fix” it, even though it’s not broken! But, he does think that it’s very impressive that you can pick up hobbies so quickly!! and he loves to fund it. You are his lover, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t spoil you.

Kenshin: Kenshin is a very passionate man, and he feels very strongly about you and all of your skills and talents. If anyone is ever talking about something in a meeting that he knows you are knowledgeable about, he will ask for your “expert opinion,” and if anyone, and I mean anyone dares to disagree with yo or ridicule you, then he would waste no time in unsheathing his sword.

[gunraekae]

Newton's Law of Universal Gravitation

Newton by William Blake

>ikemen vampire

>isaac newton x thicc reader

>a/n: suggestive short based on this meme I saw on ig. minors dni or I'll tell your mom!!

Isaac likes them thicc

 Isaac Newton’s most well-known law of gravity: the greater the mass, the greater the force of attraction. It was about gravity but with the way Isaac’s eyes raked over your body, you could apply it to your situation now. 

“Isaac, is something the matter?” The timid scientist’s eyes snapped up to yours, its sinful trip down your soaked body interrupted. The both of you had fallen into the fountain earlier, and to your delight, you believed that Isaac had finally stepped out of his shell and grew comfortable with you. With some laughter at your rotten luck and an irritated carriage driver later, the two of you sat inside the bumbling vehicle back to the mansion. Isaac gave you his coat to cover up, but you caught his lingering gaze on your body. Your own face wasn’t spared from warmth with the knowledge that your loose clothes now stuck tight, your every roll accentuated and presented to the world. Or at the moment, to your dear Isaac. He’s probably shocked at how big I am. He’s used to petite French girls with tiny waists, or delicate English ladies. He probably thinks I look so dis—

“Forgive me, MC! I was just—oh dear—this is most improper of me—” Isaac stumbled over his words, his face hot with shame and his eyes dark with an emotion you can’t quite place. He would avert his eyes around the carriage but an unexplainable urge kept pulling his eyes back to your body. It was such enigmatic behaviour, but if you could describe it he looked almost… hungry. 

“It’s alright. I apologize for looking so… uncouth. It’s not a pretty sight.” You hugged Isaac’s coat tighter, praying you could take up less space. Not only did you embarrass yourself in front of your favourite resident, his poor eyes had to witness such a horrid sight. Isaac’s face melted from its shameful expression into one of confusion. The problem he was facing certainly had to do with your appearance; not with its unattractiveness—the very opposite, in fact. Isaac, as a true gentleman, couldn’t very well tell you of the depraved thoughts circling his mind…burning through his veins…and alighting his manhood. You were too precious for him to outright confess his yearning for your body; you were too important and he cared for you beyond the sinful attraction he harboured at the moment. He vowed he would never act like Arthur, rakish, immoral, and unable to resist pleasure. With how desperately Isaac wished to worship every curve under that soaked shirt, he’s reminded again of how badly he desired you. Those damn buttons. He could almost picture how he would claw at each one… or would he gently undo them to tease you? No, he knew that if you allowed him, all sense of composure would leave his mind. He was far more likely to just rip that godforsaken shirt apart to expose your beautiful breasts. The thought was far too enticing: your pretty little face tinged with shyness but your eyes with a touch of eagerness. His greedy hands wouldn’t hesitate, relishing in the softness of your breasts while he trailed his sharp teeth down to your nipples—

You cleared your throat. Isaac had been staring at you again, his eyes even darker with that same hunger as before. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. In a battle for self-restraint, he tilted his head, licking his dry lips. It wouldn’t be safe for him to lose control. His aberration would fuel that desperate urge for you even more than it had before. The sight of Isaac’s irritation was far too attractive. His sharp jawline was clenched, his Adam’s apple bobbed as his fingers loosened his tie with surprising strength. His now-behaved gaze lay on your feet. He looks so uncomfortable… While wishing for the carriage driver to make haste, Isaac finally cast his eyes to yours, tinged with barely contained self-restraint. 

“It’s nothing that you’re doing, MC… I’m afraid I just—“ his breath shifted as he allowed his gaze to fall to your chest again, “can’t hold myself back anymore.” 

A bump on the road violently rocked the carriage but Isaac’s strong hands steadied your hips down on your seat. His warm body, now far closer than before, inched even more. Isaac dared to inch his face closer to where the sweet scent of your body was the strongest. In a way, burying his face in your neck would prevent you from witnessing his unravelling restraint, but selfishly, Isaac was just tempted to sink his teeth into your soft skin. His voice was right next to your ear. “You look far too delectable right now.” Isaac’s words only made your blood course faster through your body. It was too hot with Isaac right there. What’s gotten into him? He must be feeling sick because why else would he be saying all this? 

“Où est-ce que je tourne?” The carriage driver yelled out. 

Isaac’s breath warmed your ear. “Tournez à droite au coin, s'il vous plaît,” he replied, not taking his eyes away from yours. Knowing you were almost at the mansion brought both relief and disappointment. Seeing Isaac’s normally stiff composure fall apart because he saw a glimpse of your body was… riveting, to say the least. When else would you get to see his handsome face all warm and needy? For someone like you, who normally never caught the attention of others being worshipped with a single gaze… could you really blame yourself for wanting to revel in the pleasure a bit longer? 

Whatever sinful spell Isaac was under faded the closer the carriage was to the mansion. Isaac, with newfound boldness, kissed your neck once… twice… and when the carriage driver announced the arrival, he left one last lingering kiss on your collarbone. When the doors opened, he helped you down like a proper gentleman. As he held your hand, he squeezed your fingers longingly before leaving to pay the driver.

[nobunagas-chatelaine]

Ikemen Vampire reacting to their ships with each other

1. Napoleon x Isaac

Napoleon : "Aaaah, I actually understand why they shipped us together"

Isaac : "W-why have they shipped me with you, we're just friends everyone....I swear..."

Napoleon : "Emperors like Professors too, don't worry ;)"

Isaac : "THIS ISN'T WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT"

2. Mozart x Jean

Mozart : *Spits out his steak*

Jean : *Chokes on holy water*

Both : "What???"

Mozart : *Faints on piano*

Jean : *Freezes in shock*

3. Comte x Leonardo

Comte : *Chuckles* Ofcourse it is my dear friend Leonardo

Leonardo : *Adds into Comte's laughter* You see me and this old vampire have shared rather dirty and passionate secrets but that is a tale for another time

Comte : Try this tea Leonardo, I heard it makes people taste better ;)

4. Arthur x Theo

Theo : No.

Arthur : Y-

Theo : No.

Arthur : B-but -

Theo : NO.

5. Vincent x William

Theo : I DARE YOU BITCH, I DARE YOU

William : My my, why is the younger brother getting so upset, I think it is about time I shall take my leave friend Vincent

Vincent : Huh?

6. Faust x Charles

Charles : We'd make a pretty good couple docteur

Faust : Your bone structure is the only thing that interests me

Charles : How kinky-

7. Dazai x Arthur

Dazai : They paired us so we can tease Ai kun together

Arthur : Damn right they did

Isaac : STFU

8. Sebastian x Napoleon

Sebastian : I am just a mere butler, I don't think you guys should ship us in that way

Also Sebastian : *Gives money to Ikemen fandom for shipping him with Napoleon*

Napoleon : Q a Q

9. Comte x Leonardo x Vlad

Comte : Beware the holy trinity

Leonardo : Are you sure you're comfortable with this Ritardo Mentale joining us?

Vlad : If a threesome is what might bring this world to peace, then so be it (Admit it Vlad, you have a crush on Comte)

MC : Can I join?

[nightkarmaqueen]

Hello! Can I request an MC who is an anime lover, has social anxiety, and they don't take care of themself, Ikevamp Arthur, Isaac, and Napoleon? Pls feel free to ignore

Lady Shut In

----- Lady Shut In || Ikemen Vampire (Arthur, Isaac, Napoleon) x F! Reader (MC)

Summary : Who would have thought a hobby could hurt you? Of course, it can! When you are immersed in your own world, you will forget everything around you. Luckily, you have a reminder that will pull you out of that world, even if only for a moment.

WC : 778 Words (Arthur), 724 Words (Isaac), and 746 Words (Napoleon).

Warning : Grammar errors, Modern! AU, After Reincarnation! AU, Our Love Written in the Stars Event Story spoilers, mention of anxiety, and others.

A/N : I deeply apologize it took so long to upload this. Since I'm a journalist, my work gets a little rough at the end of the year and holidays. Besides, the final-test left me speechless. So once again I'm sorry. Hope you enjoy! Also, happy new year!

Arthur Conan Doyle

Hear me out. Arthur loves you very much. He also loves everything about you.

Including you as an anime lover with passion.

He's just really glad you have something that can make you happier.

Arthur himself often watches anime with you.

In fact, he often looks for inspiration for his novels through the animes you watch. In addition, he gets to spend more time with you.

(If it were me, I'd take Arthur to watch MTP. Not me who always imagines Arthur and Adam (IkeVamp) as Sherlock and William every time I watch MTP)

However, Arthur will be seriously worried when he realizes your health is slowly declining because you watched anime all day.

If it weren't for Arthur, you might have just skipped your meals.

He repeatedly asks you out, at least so you can eat properly.

Arthur doesn't care if he has to spend more money just for your breakfast, lunch and dinner.

He's still a famous writer under his new name. You musn’t doubt the royalties he has from each print of his work.

Unfortunately, Arthur also knows you will get anxious around too many people.

He never wants to make you suffer and hurt.

Therefore, Arthur prefers to eat at home while watching the continuation episodes of your favorite anime series.

He often invite you to cook together with the persuasion that you and he will cook recipes from your favorite anime.

     "I'm home!" Arthur fell silent for a moment when he didn't hear your answer. It wasn’t a surprise for him.

     According to his deduction, the biggest possibility is that you're in your room, continuing the anime series you're watching. Arthur still remembers how excited you were in the morning, telling Arthur about the new anime series you found.

     Before coming to you in your shared bedroom, Arthur went into the kitchen to get a bottle of rouge from the fridge and finished it in one gulp. He also took some snacks from the counter for you.

     "Dove?" Arthur opened the bedroom door, finding you lying on your stomach like burritos with your laptop illuminating your face. You seem very focused on your laptop screen.

     Arthur sighed. It's been almost a week since he noticed the changes from you. The main factor is due to your carelessness in maintaining your meal time. You'll miss your meals because you're too busy watching. Arthur couldn't help but sigh in concern.

     Feeling someone sitting on the bed, you raised your eyes, didn’t forget to press the pause button. "Arthur, you're home?" you asked.

     Arthur couldn't help but smile. "Since about ten minutes ago."

     Your eyes widened, can't believe you were too busy watching anime and forgot to welcome Arthur. “Arthur, I really am sorry. I didn't mean to ignore you." you panicked. You immediately got up from your position and sat down in front of him.

     Arthur just chuckled. "That's okay, Dove." You kissed Arthur on the cheek as a greeting and apology. "More importantly, you've lost about four pounds this week."

     You were silent, not believing what your lover had just said. "I... didn't notice."

     Of course, how could you possibly forget it? Your lover is the famous Arthur Conan Doyle, a great mystery detective writer. He’s the one who wrote how the Holmes Brothers guessed Dr. Watson’s weight correctly. Of course he can easily guess your weight quite accurately in one glance.

     "That's because you're too immersed in your world," Arthur said, slightly pinching your nose. “What if you fall ill, my love?”

     You noticed the worry in his eyes. It makes your heart ache, seeing him so uneasy. "I'm sorry," you whispered softly.

     "I really don't mind taking care of you, but when I'm not with you, I want you to be able to take care of yourself." Arthur cupped your cheek and kissed it. "Please, don't be sick. I love you too much that I can't bear to see you in pain."

     Hearing his pleading tone, you feel even more guilty. "I'll try to take care of myself."

     Arthur smiled sweetly and nodded. “Now, I won't let you miss your dinner. Should we visit the restaurant down the road for dinner?”

     Hearing the suggestion, you immediately pulled your blanket and hid. "Dove?" Arthur seems confused.

     You popped your head out. “Eum, Arthur, can we just have dinner at home?”

     Realizing the reason why you rejected the idea, Arthur chuckled sweetly. "I apologize, Dove," he said. “Okay, so what are we going to have for dinner? How about the Apple Risotto from the anime we watched a few days ago?”

     Hearing that, you immediately sar up, eyes sparkled in excitement. You nodded enthusiastically.

Isaac Newton

Again. Hear me out! You and Isaac are both shut-ins.

You both prefer quiet places than crowded ones.

The difference is, Isaac likes quiet places because he wants peace for his research and various papers, whereas you like quiet places so you can watch your favorite anime without being disturbed.

Because of these two things, both of you are having a hard time taking care of yourselves. Really!

Luckily, this makes you and Isaac care a little more about yourselves because Isaac will take care of you and you will take care of Isaac.

An astronomer liek Isaac doesn't always have to work from the office, but Isaac needs so many researches that ends up making him very busy.

But you don't need to worry, you still often remind each other to take care of yourself, even if it's not so strict and sometimes you forget what your lover just said.

Then there are times when you are in separate rooms and too focused on your own activities, Isaac sometimes feels lonely and missing you.

When Isaac couldn't focus on his work and started making mistakes, Isaac knew he was getting tired.

Or rather his whole mind is already filled with you. He misses you.

In fact, you both just be separated by a wall.

Isaac would have taken the initiative to come to you, knowing you wouldn't hear if he just calls you.

Isaac will hug you who are watching your current anime series and be silent for a while, sometimes he will even watch the anime with you without speaking a word.

You will take your eyes off the screen only when Isaac got up and let go of you. You will ask, "Where?"

Isaac will invite you to eat. Moreover, Isaac's eating schedule was very strict, considering that his life as a vampire was a little different from the others.

That's when you realized your stomach was growling and a little hurt from hunger.

You decide to stop for a moment and enjoy dinner with Isaac.

My advice, please take good care of yourselves. You two are a little hard to take care of yourselves.

     Isaac sighed harshly. He repeatedly calculated a problem using various formulas—including his own formula and other researchers’—none of them yielded an accurate answer. Isaac looked very frustrated.

     Isaac glanced at the time bar in the corner of his laptop. He realized it was time for dinner. But as he looked down at his coffee table, he also realized that he had only brought rouge for his lunch before. Once again, Isaac sighed, too lazy to get up from his seat.

     Luckily, Isaac wanted to meet you. Isaac got up and walked to your shared room.

     Isaac entered your room—and his—without making a sound. Even so, you took your eyes off the screen for a moment when you noticed his presence. But you won't say anything. You'll just automatically shift, making a space for Isaac. In the end, he will forget his original purpose.

     After an episode had passed, Isaac let go of you and got up. You panicked a bit about that. "What is it?" you asked while pressing the pause button.

     "It's past dinner time. Aren't you going to eat?" Isaac asked you back.

     You widened your eyes. “Gosh, Isaac! Why didn't you say anything?! What if you starve yourself and get out of control like two centuries ago?!” You're bombarding Isaac with your questions.

     "C-calm down, [Y/N]." Isaac tried to calm you down and answer your questions one by one. Even though what you mentioned in the question really happened, Isaac still felt a little strange hearing that.

     The last question you ask will sound utterly absurd to the ears of those who don’t understand it. It even happened before your death.

     At the same time, your stomach rumbles loudly, protesting the emptiness in it. Your face immediately went red and Isaac tried not to laugh at you. "So, dinner?" you asked shyly. Isaac nodded, still trying to hold back his laughs.

     You spent some times having dinner with Isaac. After that, you and Isaac will relax a bit. Isaac will share his problems while doing research and ask for your advice a bit. The rest, he will accompany you to watch the anime series that you were watching before.

Napoleon Bonaparte

Since he came to the city where you were reincarnated and became a teacher in that city, our dearest Napoleone has only had one arrangement of activities.

Sleeping – eating – teaching – spending times with you – repeat.

While your activities are different from his. Watching anime – watching anime – spending time with Napoleon (basically still watches anime) – repeat.

You can see where the difference is. You are not eating and sleeping properly!

Despite being a teacher, Napoleon's habit of getting up late is something that still exists. You have to wake him up so he doesn't oversleep (and still has the habit of kissing people after being woken up).

And the reason why you’re the one who wake him up is… because you basically don't sleep! You stayed up all night finishing the anime series you were watching!

Napoleon sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night to find your eyes still glued to your laptop/phone screen.

Napoleon must shut down your laptop and force you to sleep or you will get sick.

Two centuries ago he had lost you to an uncured illness, now he doesn't want to lose you too because of the same thing. Therefore, taking care of you and your health is one of his duties.

If you protest at him, Napoleon will hug you tighter, making sure you don't run away until you give in and decide to quit. You need some sleep, truly!

You're lucky because Napoleon is a great chef. Living two hundred years as a half-blood vampire made him have to adapt. And he adapts very well, just as well and delicious as his cooks.

If you miss your meal, he will remind you. Even when he's teaching, he'll keep in touch with you so you don't forget to eat.

Or if you forget it on purpose, he will take the initiative to cook something for you to eat. Anything, as long as there is food that can fills your tummy.

Napoleon loves you so much that he can’t bear to see you fall ill.

Knowing how you are, Napoleon sometimes threatens you to take you to the school where he teachs and introduces you to lots of people if you don't want to eat or look after yourself in his absence.

But don't worry, Napoleon didn't really mean it that way. He loves you very much. How could he pull the trigger of your anxiety?

     Napoleon grumbled as he felt something move from his embrace. He slowly opened his eyes to find you in his arms with the phone and earphones on. The former Emperor of France glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. 2:15 AM.

     “Nunuche, why aren't you sleeping? It's past two o'clock." Napoleon asked her in the mixing of sleepy and nagging tones.

     “One more episode,” you answered flatly, eyes still on the screen.

     "You said the same thing when I was going to bed."

     "Wait, Napoleon! I swear this really is the last!

     Napoleon can do nothing but force you to stop watching. He immediately grabbed your phone and turned it off, making you raised your voice slightly and protested.

     You tried to get your phone back, but to no avail. Napoleon immediately put your phone away and locked you in his arms. “God, what happened to the couple at the end?” you asked in a disappointed tone. "I'm almost at the kissing scene, Napoleon!"

     Chuu! "Ah!" You were a little surprised when Napoleon suddenly kissed you and closed his eyes again like it was nothing. Too embarrassed and your face was already red, you immediately buried your face in his chest.

     "You can continue at breakfast this morning," Napoleon muttered, his eyes still closed. "What will happen if you get sick from the lack of sleeping?"

     You know Napoleon was very worried. Guilt started to hit your heart. "Sorry," you whispered.

     "Hmm, I forgive you. Now go to sleep or I will take you to meet my students.” Like a threat, you immediately pulled the blanket and drowned yourself in it.

     Silence for a moment, you peeked a little from under the blanket. “The season 2 of the anime series that I watched two weeks ago has been released. You must pay the compensation tonight and watch with me, Napoleon,” you said. 

     You don't know if Napoleon hears you or not, but when Napoleon hugs you closer, you know Napoleon approves of your idea. You slept very well that night in his arms.

Have a nice day/night. See you at the next work~!

[ikemenlibrary]

ikemen vampire gift exchange masterlist

I just wanted to thank all the participants in my event for helping me bring this idea to life. I had an absolute blast getting to know each and every one of you and I’m so happy with how the event turned out! 

(p.s. I think I've gotten everything on here, but please let me know if anything has been forgotten)

Immortelle | Comte de Saint Germain x F!Reader - by @readerinsertfanfiction for @ikemenlibrary​

In Another Life | Napoleon Bonaparte x Arthur Wellesley (Duke Wellington)  - by @readerinsertfanfiction for @batteryrose

Quiet Bliss | Leonardo x Sunny (OC) - by @batteryrose for @saeyoungs-sunflower

You Only Have To Ask | Leonardo x MC - by @saeyoungs-sunflower for @aquagirl1978

Dear Diary | Comte de St. German x Reader x Vlad - by @aquagirl1978 for @tiny-wooden-robot​​

A Vampire’s Love | Le Comte de Saint Germain x Female Reader - by @tiny-wooden-robot for @ikemenlibrary

Entre Espoire et Peur | Theodorus van Gogh x Female Reader - by @tiny-wooden-robot for @ikehoe

My Promise To You | Arthur x MC - by @ikehoe for @toloveawarlord

As Deep as the Ocean | Mozart x reader - by @toloveawarlord​ for @efie-oshita​

Ta Chérie | Ikemen Vampire MC x Comte - by @efie-oshita​ for @ikemenlibrary​

And Like a Flower, This Love Blossoms | Vlad x Anya (OC) - by @ikemenlibrary for @readerinsertfanfiction​

Escape | Comte x MC - by @nad-zeta for @ikemenlibrary

First Impressions | Theo x MC - by @nad-zeta for @dear-mrs-otome

Misunderstandings | Theo x MC - by @nad-zeta for @dear-mrs-otome

Verlangen | Theo x MC - by @nad-zeta for @dear-mrs-otome

A Sheep in Wolf’s Clothing | Theo/Female MC - by @dear-mrs-otome​ for @princessranran​

Double Trouble | Comte x Leonardo x MC - by @princessranran​ for @kazesuke​

Comte/MC mutual pining Leonardo fan fiction | by @kazesuke for @chaosangel767

One More Month | MC x Comte - by @chaosangel767​ for @crystal13unny​

Charles-Henri NSFW Fanfiction - by @crystal13unny​ for @daegupaksu​

Jean art - by @daegupaksu for @weird-profiterole

Chibi Jean x MC art - by @weird-profiterole for @atelier-maroron

William Shakespapa: Family Man (Part 1) | Shakespeare x Reader - by @atelier-maroron​ for @ikesimp100​

William Shakespeare x Ihana art - by @ikesimp100 for @devildomwritersposts

Stardust & Starlight | Shakespeare x MC/Reader - by @nad-zeta​ and @readerinsertfanfiction​ for @littlewitty​

Orpheus and Eurydice | Arthur x MC - by @littlewitty for @aminiatureworld

Harmony | Mozart x MC - by @aminiatureworld​ for @bluejay-writes​

Writer’s Block | Shakespeare x Vincent - by @bluejay-writes​ for @ikeromantic​

Arpeggio | Mozart x Penélope (OC) - by @ikeromantic​ for @ifeelredandblue​

Vincent, Arthur, and Theo art - by @ifeelredandblue​ for @tacogawa​

Arthur x MC art - by @tacogawa​ for @rubird--playsotome​

Napoleon x MC art - by @rubird--playsotome for @iphigeniainaulis

How do I love you? | Napoleon x F!MC - by @iphigeniainaulis​ for @xxsycamore​

Dirty Dance For Three | Arthur x Isaac x MC - by @xxsycamore​ for @scummy-writes​

University AU | Theo x Zeta (OC) - by @scummy-writes for @nad-zeta

Something More Beautiful Than Words | Arthur x Mary Ellen (Reader) - by @ikemenlibrary for @rhodolitesroseforclavis