#ikevam imagine

[sserrafeim]

Ikemen Vampire but instead of a dating sim it’s a 90s sitcom because the idea of 10+ historical figures from different time periods and countries living together as vampires in a mansion with a human guy as their butler in 18th century Paris is already crazy enough

[rosa-rubus]

has anyone ever written fics about the moment each resident was revived by comte at the time of their supposed death? i know napoleon's story is different from the others in ikevamp but for him especially i'd love to see something like… comte coming to steal him from the battle of waterloo, or taking him straight from st. helena,, i would pay for that 🫠

[crazyfreckledginger]

Dating Arthur Conan Doyle Would Include...

Requested by @yukina-otome​: “I love these so much ! They give me life! Please make one for arthur pls pls pls“ and anon: “Could you write a drabble of what it'll be like dating Arthur from Ikemen vampire? Thanksies!” 

A/N: There is smut at some point but it is mentioned, hope you like it!

Him flirting the second you breathe in his general direction.

Giving him an unimpressed look before going back to what you were doing.

This cycle continues for at least a week before he decides that you're a great challenge.

You're the only woman that hasn't submitted to his charms, even worse (or better in Arthur's case) you even found this kind of behaviour rather appalling.

He was determined to make you think differently.

You mostly kept at your task, cleaning and providing for the residents, even befriending them.

You remained indifferent to him however, not being particularly hostile towards him but giving him a scolding if he even thought to speak of another woman as a 'skirt'.

It was when you were both stuck in the basement that you actually got to talking.

Having gone down for Rouge, Arthur thought it was a great idea to follow you down there, claiming he would have some 'alone time' with you.

Which he was right, technically.

You both waited since it was impossible to hear anything from the basement and only hoped someone would come down eventually for more Rouge.

You sat in silence for a while as he tried to strike up conversation but you shut him down immediately mainly because he was quite intimidating with his vampire teasing.

Over what felt was hours for him, he apologised, which caught you completely off guard.

And after some conversation, you decided to give him a second chance.

Surprisingly you both got along when you put aside his...tendencies.

You helped him get inspiration for his books and you read them as soon as he finished writing a chapter.

And being the gentleman he is, he tried to buy you with his charms and anything that might please you.

You clearly made it harder for him, denying anything he would inquire was to your liking and stating "is that what you say to all your women?"

But he wouldn't have you any other way.

He tried, desperately to win you over, whilst keeping his cool of course.

Ironically, he fell for you, and he had absolutely no idea how to cope with it, nor if you reciprocated.

Theo chipped in just to make him look extremely helpless.

It was only amusing to him but he could tell deep down that you were falling hard for him.

It lowkey pissed him off that you were both dancing around at each others' tune and not even knowing it.

At a gala, courtesy of the Comte, you had a little too much to drink and, having had a splitting headache half way, you decided to go to the next room to rest a little bit.

Theo saw you leave, smirking to himself before finding the right time to go up to his friend.

"Did you see Comte being hectic?"

 "Huh?" Arthur's eyes tore away from his glass of alcohol.

"(Y/N) just had severe food poisoning, fortunately she's lost consciousness so she's not in so much pain."

"WHAT? Why aren't we heading home??"

"Comte hosting this remember? He can't leave until the end."

Arthur muttered curse words before questioning where you were and rushing there.

Theo couldn't shake the smug grin on his face for the rest of the evening.

As soon as he got into the room, he shut it close and hovered over the couch you were laying on.

You didn't want to fall completely asleep so you just closed your eyes, assuming whoever entered the room was going to the toilet and not notice you.

It was fine, that's how you wanted it.

Until you heard a familiar voice, in a tone you had only been subject to a few rare times, a behaviour you were exposed to only in fragments, concise enough to understand but blurry enough in being unable to piece it together.

You didn't dare open your eyes.

"I'm so sorry I treated you the way I did before and I know I said I would pull this off so I could steal your heart, but, it seems likes the tables have turned. I'm such an idiot for saying this now, when you might die and-"

"I'm going to die?" Your eyes opened slowly and you leaned over the couch to perceive a shocked Arthur.

"Y-you don't know?"

"Sorry, I meant, I'm not dying, I drank too much."

There was a long pause before he beautifully flushed.

"You mean everything you said?" You had the most hopeful look in your eyes and he wasn't sure what to say, he didn't want to endanger you.

"N-No." He blushed some more and you awkwardly sat up and hugged him tightly.

You never thought you could catch him off guard and just then, you saw how cute and adorable he was.

There was a lot of figuring out afterwards, but you got there.

Him giving you surprise kisses everywhere and anywhere.

Holding his hand regularly.

Having your arms locked together and occasionally placing your head against his shoulder when you are walking around Paris.

Kind of getting along with Theo.

Teaching him how to make coffee because don't want to make it for him every single day.

Him claiming that he likes looking at you and the coffee doesn't taste the same if it's made by someone else.

Going into town when he needs inspiration.

Trying all sorts of food with him, especially when he witnesses the look of pure delight on your face.

Vic loving you.

Wearing his jacket.

Cuddling.

Cradling his head in your lap and more often than not, him falling asleep.

Helping him through hid nightmares, holding him until he falls asleep as well as whispering sweet nothings in his ear to calm him.

Him not wanting to really talk about it so you leave it up to him about when he wants to.

Kissing your hand.

Spoiling you with gifts.

Playing with his hair.

Spooning each other.

Laying on his chest and him nuzzling your hair and neck if you want to hug him.

If you have the mansion to yourself which is way too rarely in his opinion, you'll walk around his room in underwear and only his jacket. It drives him absolutely insane.

Him wanting to take you on vacation outside of Paris regularly.

You braiding his hair once when he was sleeping and the curls only completely came out after nearly a week. He was a little frustrated from everyone’s teasing and frankly caught off guard but he couldn’t stay mad at you.

Using the puppy eyes on each other when you both want something for each other.

It usually works. 

Him refusing to drink your blood outside of foreplay.

But you manage to persuade him.

You never stay mad at each other for long after fights.

Coming up to you and hugging your back when you’re busy in the kitchen.

And him wanting to try food but knowing he’d eat the whole thing before it’s even finished. 

Him liking jotting down notes when he’s laying in your lap.

NSFW

Sweet and soft sex.

Rough and very dirty sex when he’s in a mood or you want to experiment.

A lot of him going down on you.

And fingering.

He adores your thighs.

All types of positions.

But primarily doggy and missionary. 

Holding hands during sex.

Dirty talking, he knows all the right words to push you over the edge.

He growls and damn it’s hot.

Pillowtalk and cuddling after.

You can both cuddle and speak until the sun rises if it were up to you.

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[ravenarld]

Imagine #1

Imagine MC, Sebastian & Dazaii feel uneasy whenever they see the number 4 or four objects, and the other resident are all like, "Why tf are they uncomfortable for?".

In the end, it turns out that 4 is an extremely unlucky number in Japan and in other Asian countries. Since then, they tried to mention the number 4 or give them four objects to not make them even more uncomfortable

[tartagilicious]

Can I request an au with Arthur where he falls in love with you in present day? Thank you🥺❤️

this is so different from my regular writing style holy shit 

[9:28PM] “You’re certainly a sight for sore eyes tonight, ___. ” Your best friend coos from where he’s seated beside you, swiping a curious finger over your arm as you playfully roll your eyes. “Absolutely beautiful.”

Arthur is a masterful writer, and you had always naturally assumed that was what made him such a suave speaker. He didn’t hold back on those types of things even when it came to you, often having your legs feeling like jelly for all the wrong reasons. 

Words have never cared for boundaries, that’s for sure. Especially if they’re coming from him.  

“Thanks, Arthur. You don’t look too bad yourself.” You joke around with a carefree laugh, your eyes crinkling in a small smile as he feigns hurt. You go through a similar routine most weekend nights, compliments falling freely from the man’s mouth as you get tipsy over cheap strawberry-flavoured liquor. Those evenings, you sit close together on his couch having rendezvous fit for lovers, and moments filled with memories in making, but most of all — smiles that would better suit someone who wasn’t in pain.

Every weekend, your heart is broken over and over again. Not that he knows that, of course. 

His ocean-like eyes study yours as you fade into your own thoughts, a whisper of a smile studding his perfect lips. 

“Judging from the look on your beautiful face, I would say you think it’s more than that.”

He teases you relentlessly, but you still narrow your eyes in a rush of confidence that only alcohol is able to gift. 

“Who can ever tell what I’m thinking?” You chide, paying close attention to the way his brows twitch. “You certainly can’t.”

You take another sip of your drink, holding onto the slim flute with a single shaking hand. You may have looked confident, sounded confident, yet you were anything but. Your heart was being ripped in two once again with every measly wave of your own careless hand. 

If Arthur is mused by your words, he doesn’t show it, just gazing at you with unreadable eyes. Whether it’s in concern or fascination, you’re certain you’ll never know, but it’s not as if you would prefer to anyway. 

“No,” Arthur whispers suddenly, his voice going soft. “You’re as easy to read as the words I put down on paper myself.”

Your lips freeze on the rim of the glass, the slightly carbonated liquid momentarily stinging your skin. You have little idea what he means by that, quickly stealing a gaze from him out of the corner of your eye. But he is already looking at you, his eyes gentle and all-too telling. The eyes you would get lost in if you didn’t try to hold back. 

“Am I?” You mumble, gathering your courage and bringing the delicate flute down from your lips and putting it down with enough candour to look him straight in the eyes without wavering. “I think, for once, you’re mistaken, Arthur.”

Arthur breaks your gaze to set his empty glass down on the coffee table in front of you as well. He’s always been a drinker, able to hold liquor much better and longer than you ever could; but you don’t know if that makes you feel better or worse in this situation. Because unlike you, he is completely and eerily in control of whatever he does.

And yet, he could very well perfectly mask the words that came out of his mouth. You knew that he could mask his tone if he wanted to. But, he did none of that, rather baring himself out in the open for you to see clearly. It’s not like him at all. 

“I’m not.” His voice is insistent, but not pushy. You don’t so much as flinch as the words leave his mouth, rather meeting his eyes instead. They’re strangely uncertain, more than even you have ever seen from him. 

With your close proximity, he reaches over and drags a hesitant hand along the subtle curve of your spine. He touches you delicately, as if you’re the paper in the very book he had spoken of, and your mind can conjure up no complaints. 

Your eyes flutter shut as you catch one last glimpse of Arthur’s tormented expression. 

“You’re beautiful.”

Arthur repeats the very words he’d said earlier, but this time, they carry much more weight. Your whole body trembles with tension, of curiosity of what’s to come, and as you finally grasp his free hand, you utter, 

“Do you love me?”

You ask this without warning to even yourself, but can’t help your expression of surprise when Arthur merely smiles. Then, his mouth is on yours without even so much as a verbal response. Though, you doubt that you’ll need one. You tightly shut your eyes against what you’re about to do, and press your fingers so hard into his palm as you kiss him that they leave small and angry red moons in their wake. 

But he doesn’t kiss you as though it hurts. His kiss is nothing but soft; yearning. 

The world slows as if it’s hot magma running over the very concept of time itself, every action minimised down to the very detail. You can barely think. You’ve wanted this for so long and feared it for even longer, but now that it’s happening, you don’t know how you will ever want anything else.  

[citizensofcradle]

Isaac: In Arizona, most homeowners have black lights because scorpions are biofluorescent . So before they would—

Dazai: Wait what’d you just— What?

Isaac: Scorpions

Dazai: They’re invisible?

Isaac: No…?

[ikev-mpire]

ayooooo im back??? sorry about my disappearance, i dont really remember what happened but yeah, its been what like years but idk i just got back into my otome baes like two days ago and ive missed writing a lot so hi! i am stars, i write for all ikevam, most ikesen and ikerev, and i am trying to learn the new characters and ikepri characters rn but! still down to try and write anyone cuz i already love them all :) if anyone miraculously sees this and has any requests, please don’t hesitate to send them my way hehe <3 

i am down to write just about anything but i’m not a very good smut writer, so keep that in mind hehe! i’m really glad to be back. 

[arthotsglasses]

I just realized the phrase “YOLO” wouldn’t work for ikevamp suitors cuz most of them are already on their second life.... you don’t only live once

- my single awake brain cell at 9am-

[kyo-moon]

note from author: i don't think it isn't that good, but enjoy it anyway. please remember that english isn't my first language (っ◞‸◟c). if there's any misspelled word, let me know please!

fandom: ikemen vampire

pairing(s): arthur/reader

character(s): arthur conan doyle (ikevamp), MC (ikevamp)

warning(s): mayor character death

genre: angst

inspired by the song: death bed - powfu, beabadoobee

note: if you haven't listened to this song i suggest you to click the link i left in the name's song itself. this way, you'll understand better this fic and the lyrics i will be adding in the dialogues or loose between paragraphs. they may be a little different from the song itself but that way it would suits with the part i put them.

"don't stay awake for too long, don't go to bed".

arthur where laying next to MC, who has been in bed for weeks, she doesn't seem to be progressing or getting any better. it was actually the opposite. she didn't seem to be better, she was getting worse and worse within the days has been passing away.

arthur wanted her to rest because she needed to, but he didn't want to let her go in other way. what if she went to sleep and never came back? he wanted her to live with him. like they promised to do.

"i'll make a cup of coffee for your head".

all the time she had told him the very same phrase and now... now he was the one who has to get up and get a cup of coffee for her. she used to kiss his forehead every time she saw him late at night writing, with the brightest smile in her face. she was too good for this world, he knew it since the day she arrived and yet... once again he couldn't save her.

she was leaving him, in a slow and painful way. she didn't leave him overnight. no, she was leaving him evey day that passed. he knew that life was unfair but this was way more painful than before. after all, she was special.

tic.

every second of her time was leaving her body.

toc.

and he couldn't do nothing about it.

tic.

he was, once again, watching someone he cared leaving.

toc.

why was always him the one that has to watch the time pass away? he thought. every day. every hour. every minute. every second. "why me?"

"i'll get you up and going out of bed".

ha. he wished he could do such a thing like that. he was nothing more than a mere spectator watching the love of his life dying in front of him. she smiled for him meanwhile he was crying for her.

he didn't wanted her to go, not now when she had decided to spend her life by his side. but it was a long life that they promised to spend together. not this, it was not enough. she was sick, she had a terminal illness. among all the people it had to be her.

her daily sunshine was turning off her lights.

he would be in the dark in no time. again. he would be alone, sitting in the dark with a drink in his hands again. and after all this, after her and her lovely way to makes things better for him, her way to make him smile and laugh with no effort at all. he would be devastated by her leaving when the time comes.

and there were times when she talked about the future and about her fate, but she was too calm while doing it. arthur couldn't understand why she was so relaxed.

"when i leave this earth, i'm hoping you'll find someone else" she said looking at him, but was she seeing him? or was she looking at the arthur after her leaving? "i been thinking of our future 'cause i'll never see those days". arthur froze, what was she saying in a moment like this? why now? but she kept talking after a brief silence, "i don't know why this happened. i tried my best, but you know that i'm not perfect".

arthur didn't keep listening to what she was saying, he didn't want to. he just took her hands in his and kissed the top of them. "i'm happy that you're here with me, i'm sorry if i tear up". arthur smiled after saying that. his heart broke a little more at the same time. then he continued, "when me and i first met, you would always make me cheer up".

she laughed then said "and sneak out through the kitchen at exactly 1:03". he thought she was so beautiful while laughing and smiling, with those warm eyes, that bright smile of hers, her tiny hands and her soft skin. the sound of her voice wss enough to get the best of him.

she sighed, "soon you'll be alone, sorry that you have to lose me", she stroked his hair with her delicate touch and deposited a kiss in his lips. "this is not your fault, things just turned out this way".

"yeah... i'll make a cup of coffee for you, wait here". arthur smiled, or at the very least he tried to smile before standing up heading to the kitchen. he didn't wanted to leave but he needed some time alone thinking about all the things happening around him, those things that don't let him sleep at night. when she was sleeping he stayed by her side all night, writing stories for her. she liked listening to his stories before going to sleep. "it's music for my ears" she answered his question about why she liked it that much.

meanwhile he was preparing the coffee, upstairs were theo and MC talking about something that no one in the mansion wanted to hear. theo was having a hard time too, after all he got closer to the traveler girl, they were friends without realizing it.

"arthur is worse than ever, right?" she asked him, resting her head in the pillow. there was no answer. she laughed softly, "i thought so". she raised her hand and looked at it, looking for something that she knew that she couldn't have.

time.

she wanted more time. but there wasn't more time.

and she knew it.

"theo"

he waited before opening his mouth.

"...yes?"

she was still looking at her hand up in the air. "do me a favor. take care of arthur from now on for me, please?"

he knew what she meant by that. he frowned and looked away.

"you bet i will, i'm his friend".

her time has finally arrived.

she smiled and a tear ran down her cheek, "thank you... and tell him i'm sorry and that i love him so much too, could you?"

"...yes"

she was sleepy and her body felt heavy, but she never stopped thinking about arthur till her very last breathe in this world. "yeah, i don't wanna fall asleep, i don't wanna pass away". her eyes started closing, "i been praying for forgiveness... you've been praying for my health", she smiled. "because we're still young, there's much we haven't done. getting married, start a family... watch your husband with his son".

theo watched her from the door. he didn't know if it was better if arthur wasn't there or not right now, but that wasn't going to change the fact she was passing away.

with her last strength she though a last time of her dear arthur. "i wish it could be me, but i won't make it out this bed. i hope i go to heaven so i see you once again... my life was kinda short, but i got so many blessings". her eyes finally closed. "happy you were mine, it sucks that it's all ending...".

she was gone.

arthur was walking up the stairs coming back from the kitchen with the coffee in his hands. he was walking looking at the floor till he arrived to her room. he looked up to see theo standing outside her door, waiting for him before giving him that look. the world seemed to stop for arthur when he realized.

smash.

the coffee was now scattered across the corridor floor, little pieces of pottery too. this strong sound was noticed from the others residents of the mansion. but arthur was already inside her room holding her cold hand with his forehead against hers, wishing for more time to spend with her. tears running down his cheeks.

"please no, you're my sunshine, my only sunshine..." he sobbed, searching for some air he could breathe between his cry. "you make me happy when skies are gray, please stay". arthur kissed her cold cheek. "you'll never know dear, how much i love you...". theo felt pain watching him from the doors, just like the others residents just arrived. "please don't take my sunshine away... please".

fin.

[nafeary]

Theodorus Van Gogh’s Reaction to MC majoring in Pastry Arts

✧✎ A/N: Requested by: @cidylee

Usually, I would have gone with a major considering his art involvement, but I want these headcanons to be FLUFFY which didn’t work out too well with Arthur’s. I need insurance that I won’t step into angst territory, so sugar and spice are the perfect barricades, right? RIGHT??

Others in this series: [Arthur] [Isaac]

But I also wanted to write about Theo utterly falling in love with a three-star hondje MC to the hilt. Theo/Pastry Chef, y’all¿? So here ya go, I hope you like it 😗😗😗

And once again Warning: slightly, teeny, tiny, itsy bitsy suggestive theme at the end

A Little Trivia: The Dutch holiday Koningsdag (King’s Day) used to be named Prinsessedag, and later on Koninginnedag. Also, a Mille-Feuille can also be called napoleon (note the lowercase), although I believe it is slightly different.

It was barely one in the afternoon, and Theodorus Van Gogh had a massive and excruciating headache

Why, you ask?

Exhibit A: At stupid o’clock, King had awoken him in a haphazard manner, expressing the necessity to take a walk

Alas, their excursion had been delayed by the inclement weather, thus his furry companion felt inclined to fulfill his wish. On. His. Godforsaken. Carpet.

Exhibit B: With his mood deteriorating, he fortunately found a beguiling, albeit dry-looking, stack of pancakes on his breakfast table, no doubt courtesy of the human butler

Naive to the fact that a certain detective was watching from the shadows and that the pancakes were, in fact, not made by the wonted human butler, he lifted a piece to let it melt on his lips... and they were not good

Instead of a sweet and fluffy crumb doused in a lake of slightly salted syrup, a dam of morbid repellence seemed to explode in his mouth - as if the cakes were made with salt instead of sugar

“ARTHUR!!!”

Exhibit C: On top of all his misfortune, his brother was on his way to Shakespeare, that everlasting creep. This was enough to sour his grimace e’en further

And yet, as weird as his day started, it suddenly became almost suspiciously perfect

After barricading himself for the whole morning, he went to his room to find King snuggly asleep? With his carpet sans the odor? How?

Additionally, he stumbled upon Vince on his merry way to grab a cup of coffee

Ostensively, the storm raging France was too severe for sunflower boi™️ to visit stabbing kink guy™️

“Broer... will you come for a cup of coffee with me?” he legitimately seemed upset, so he swiftly agreed

As they entered the kitchen, a scent that could only be described as ethereal blinded the brothers’ senses, rendering them speechless

It smelt utterly delicious

“Ah! Theo! Vince!”

“Hondje? What are you doing?”

Your eyes widened in surprise, albeit seemingly caught in the act, to see them, like a puppy discovered to have destroyed another pair of shoes

“This was supposed to be a surprise, but I might as well tell you... I’m making you two some tompouces, to celebrate King’s Day.”

“Celebrate what?”

She pushed some flat, rectangular dough pieces into the stove, chortling lightly, “I’m sorry, Sebastian mentioned that it wasn’t always called “King’s Day”. I meant the “Princess’ Day”.”

Vincent nodded assuringly, “I’m certain you mean Prinsessedag. It was quite new during our life... I’ve never heard of a tompouce, however.”

Your eyes promptly lit up, zeal apparent in your lambent orbs, brighter than any paintings he’d ever seen.

“They’re like a napoleon—“

“Napoleon?”

“Not our Napoleon, like a Mille-Feuille. They’re puff pastry filled with this decadent custard and an orange icing on top-“

As you chattered away with his brother, he noticed a bowl by your side with a heavenly scent exuding from it. Stealthily, he coated his fingertip with some of the flaxen substance

AND OH MY GOD

While Sebastian’s dishes tasted flavourous, this was scrumptiously divine

Light, yet rich in flavor, the vanilla aroma fulminated across his tongue, aided by the creamy texture that could melt even under the strongest of resistances, basking his body in a soothing atmosphere—

“So how is my custard, Theo?” you smirked at the stoic Dutchman

“...decent enough.”

Your smirtled aura vanished, replaced by a brooding scowl. He internally snickered, satisfied by your reaction.

“I spent years studying pastry art, only for you to tell me “decent enough“,” your voice contorted, obviously trying to imitate his tone.

And yet, Theo couldn’t help but let surprise fall across his visage. “You’re a pastry chef, knabbletje?”

And thus, you told him (still rather disdainfull) of your years in college. Alongwhile, Vincent excused himself, returning to his drafts. Natheless, his younger brother chose to stay a little while longer, an idea forming in his head.

Dexterously, he dipped his finger into the cool cream once again, complaints already flying from your lips, “Will you stop taking all the— oh!”

But those quickly died again

Because Theo had swiped some onto your neck, brushing away your gossamer strands in process, nibbling in content at your sweet spot. Heat was already starting to core itself, gripping the counter in desperation.

“T-Theo, I still have to finish the tompouces...”

Alas, he disregarded your words completely.

“I believe I’ve found a brilliant way to put this... degree of yours to good use, hondje.”

...Food Play Theo y’all!!!🥵

Whose reaction do y’all want next?

[Arthur] [Isaac]

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

cybird, how do you manage to kill me and revive me all within the same brushstroke? ....illegal 🚫

[discotenny]

!MC With A Knife!

Arthur, Dazai, Theo, and Comte check out MCs sick knife tricks [im bad at descriptions can you tell]

the banners this time around are also kind of bad ehehe

Can I request the Ikevamp boys (Arthur, Dazai, Theo, and le Comte if you can) finding out their s/o has a balisong/butterfly knife. She just uses it to do tricks and stuff not for self defense or anything. Also, can the s/o be worried that the boys will think of her differently for being into balisongs. Sorry this is kinda specific, I have one and my entire family doesn’t really like it sooo yeah. Thank you!!💕

!requested by anon!

Arthur finds out about your secret skill simply by walking into your room unannounced. You’re brushing up on the beginner tricks and when he comes in, you just freeze

With no time to react to the blade coming down, the knife cuts the side of your pinky knuckle. Arthur feels like shit, and immediately scrambles to your medical aid. In the meantime, you’re out here attempting to come up with an excuse for why you have a balisong in the first place

You’re spewing out excuses, apologies, and explanations concerning the origin of the knife

He pauses, almost done wrapping your finger up with bandages

“Why would you owning a knife pose an issue love?”

From then on its generally smooth sailing. He first brings up the idea of using it for a sex thing, but a quick jab to his stomach resolves that idea quickly

You then shyly bring up the idea of him learning how to do some tricks as well, and he’s all for it. Arthur picks it up surprisingly quickly, and after showing him the basics he has it down. You’re almost jealous about the fact he able’s to learn tricks so quickly ;-;

Sometimes when you’re out for the day, Arthur will take your balisong and practice in his one time hehe. Other times he’ll take it to his room and absentmindedly twirl it as he comes up with ideas for his writing

Despite all he knows about you, Arthur can’t help but worry about you getting hurt while doing more of the complicated spins 

He noticed that you were always so secretive about your personal bag [who wouldn’t be tho]

In a move born out of pure curiosity, Dazai takes just a littttlllleeee peek inside your purse. From an open pocket to the side, your balisong falls out

Dazai actually recognizes the object. Though, while he recognizes it that doesn’t necessarily mean he knows how to use it. He attempts to open it the wrong way, and then you show up 

Your embarrassed screams telling him not to touch your stuff fill the room and he holds a surprised expression at your worry. He can tell that you’re worried about what he’ll think of you, rather than being furious at him for his actions

With a pat on your head, Dazai assures you that he doesn’t think any less of you for your skill uwu

Afterwards, Dazai helps you keep your hobby a secret from the rest of the residents. You want an hour to practice or something? He’ll come up with some outlandish excuse that convinces Sebastian to give you time off

While he doesn’t show much interest about learning to use it himself, Dazai enjoys watching you practice tricks in your room

He describes it nothing less than mesmerizing, and often lays on the floor while you show him new tricks. It may sound cheesy but he finds something so beautiful in the way you can effortlessly twirl and spin your knife around

If you manage to complete a particularly complicated trick, he’s so proud of you and will clap if you do so in front of him

Okay so Theo has no idea what the f u c k a balisong is

Doesn’t stop him from being interested once he sees you in the kitchen flipping it around

While you’re nervous about his new discovery, Theo stands bewildered as he attempts to register how the fuck you did that

You barely have time to think of an excuse to remove yourself from the situation, and Theo suddenly asks if you could teach him some tricks

In shock you wonder out loud if he thinks it’s weird that someone like you has a hobby like this. Theo says something similar to a compliment, well as much a compliment Theo can give on a whim

He’s very impressed and very eager to learn the same kind of tricks you unwillingly displayed to him in the kitchen

Though he ends up cutting the shit out of his fingers when he tries

Yes, our dear Theodorus is for some reason awful when flipping around the balisong

Vincent however is actually pretty decent at it, often accompanying Theo to your room when he has free time

In short, Theo’s respect for you triples once he sees your skill. Around him, you’ll always be encouraged and cheered on, so there isn’t much to worry hehe

This one’s really shitty im sorry fdksjfk

Apologies dear, I really had no clue what to write for Comte so I omitted him this time around >< Dazai’s is also a bit short and Theo’s is lowkey really shitty— I’m really sorry if I didn’t understand the prompt babs TwT

Enjoy, and apologies for any future disappointment ~~

[crazyfreckledginger]

Hi, I have a smol drabble, but, fair warning, I suck at making plot lines. I have a drabble about the Ikemen Vampire Mozart. It's where M/C (or Y/N) is playing Mozart's piano and Mozart hears this and walks to the music room to see her playing the piano. The rest can be floof or lemon. I don't really care. P.S I love your books

A/N: I hope you don’t mind me making it a drabble, second anon, I couldn’t write this twice plus drabbles are posted quicker :) Also, I apologise if this isn’t in character, I had to base it on the very first event in Ikevamp and I have a bad memory o_O.

After having gone back to his room to clean up his newest piece because of the blank sheets and ink he’d left in there. His feet marched down the hallway, completed sheets in hand and coffee in the other before he froze outside his room.

Was that… music? He frowned, no one in the residents knows how to play the piano apart from him, to his knowledge. Who could that be?

Cautiously, he peeked through his door and his eyes widened momentarily.

You were there, fingers gliding skilfully over the keys, absorbed completely in the piece that all the emotions you were feeling were spilling out of you and conveyed through melodious music.

Discreetly he slid into his room and closed the door quietly. 

Thankfully, you stopped playing right after he closed the door, the sound of the lock clicking back into place having been masked by the music.

You pulled away from the keyboard, eyes wide open and massaging your palm with your opposite hand fingertips because of the strain on your muscle from playing a whole piece length of octaves on your left hand. You couldn’t get used to it. 

With your left hand being sore, you still wanted to play and decided polishing the melody on the right hand. After getting more at ease, your less sore left hand fluttered on the numerous smooth keys before you started from the top. 

As if Mozart couldn’t get any more impressed with you, you managed to send him over the room with the piece, the way you picked up the pace and seemed comfortable with It, the way it wasn’t loud and booming, but rather soft and smooth, just like it’s supposed to be. 

He was so entranced by you that he didn’t even hear you when you called out his name.

“What?” the man inquired. 

“W-were you just standing there all this time?” your cheeks were flushed beautifully.

“Maybe,”  his eyes scanned over you.

“W-was it that bad that you’re not going to say anything?” you gulped.

Is that why you never told him about this? Because he was such a famous composer and talented pianist that you felt you could never even start comparing to him.

“It wasn’t bad,” he replied stoically. His expression was unreadable to her and it was only making her heart leap out of her chest out of anxiousness.

Agonisingly slowly, he sat down on the seat beside her and stared.

“Can you please say something?” you whispered.

“Will you do a piece with me?” his tone was a little softer than it was before.

“W-with you?” your eyes widened, he nodded.

“A four handed piece.” 

“You mean it?” 

“Yes.” 

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Yandere! Vlad kidnapping borrowing Comte after he finds out about Leonardo

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Yo dude, if requests are open, how about an Arthur fic(ikevamp). I heard a headcannon where he and Theo goes to a pugilist club to let off some steam and I was thinking of a fic where Arthur goes a bit overboard and Theo has to take him back to the manor almost passed out and mc is the only one who can take care of him, and finds out that Arthur is so beat up bc he had a lot of pent up jealousy,bc of how the other guys treat mc and he went the to release his anger. I'm sorry if this is confusing

I love writing Arthur because I get to dig up all of the early British slang I know. the way he speaks is so charming~ 

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Theo and Arthur had gone out to a pugilist club a few hours ago, the pair all talk was they walked out the door. You weren’t particularly worried about them then, since you hadn’t thought they would actually fight personally, but you would be lying if you said that your heart hadn’t almost beat out of your chest when Theo showed up at the manor again hours later with Arthur draped over his shoulder. 

Dried blood trickled from the man’s lips, and bruises bloomed on his chin as if he’d been elbowed there many times. You were sure there were also injuries you couldn’t see, too, and that did nothing but worry you more. 

Arthur was by no means acting the way he looked, though, still trying to project himself frivolously and speaking as he normally would. But, Theo still decided to leave him to you, to watch over of him at least until his injuries healed in a few hours with the excuse you were best studied to do so. 

“Arthur’s knacked, ___. Not just anybody can watch over him in a state like that.”

You wanted to do all you could, so you agreed, taking a medical kit that Sebastian, who was standing nearby, handed to you while battering off how to care for him in extreme detail.

Arthur had made a comment about you warming up to him as you walked him to his room, but you’d brushed it off. He was trying awfully hard to act normal, and for whatever reason, it hurt to see. 

And he acted that way until you let his body fall down onto his bed a few minutes later, a groan escaping him as his eyes began to flutter closed. 

“What a delightful bender,” Arthur mumbled, trying his best to keep his eyes open as you drew over his desk chair to sit next to the bed. “I’ll be sure to try that again sometime.”

“For the love of god, Arthur. Please don’t do that again.” You sighed out, your brows furrowing gently. “You’ll worry everyone even if you do heal like a monster.”

He just smiled bitterly as he put a hand over his forehead, pushing back his bangs. “Let them worry then, ___. I can’t be arsed to give a toss.”

“Arthur, what’s wrong with you?” You asked, your voice a hissed whisper. “Why are you acting so strange?”

He was quiet for a moment, unsure of what to say. Surely, you had no idea of his real intentions, and as of then, he wanted it to stay that way. Still, it was impossible acting in such a way that didn’t tell something was going on. 

He dropped his hand to his side as his bangs flopped down messily onto his forehead, turning his head so he was looking straight at you. 

“I’m glad you pay attention enough to notice something is off, love.”

Your expression didn’t change, and he was surprised when you didn’t retort. All you did was reach down to your feet, where the first-aid kid Sebastian had slipped you sat. 

“Yeah, well I also pay enough attention to know that you’re a total idiot. Why did you go out just to fight? Even if you are a vampire, you’re just a writer that’s fuelled on coffee - not very matched to a regular boxer.”

He stared at you, fascinated as you rooted obvliously through the box of first-aid supplies. He hadn’t expected you to react that way. 

“I’m sorry if I upset you.” He mumbled, looking away and staring up at ceiling. He felt his cheeks flush slightly as his mind replayed your words. 

“Yeah,” You poured disinfectant onto a cotton pad. “You’d better be.”

You reached out and gently grabbed his chin, bringing his face closer again as you wiped away the blood away from his lips. He stared at you in the close proximity as you did so intently, focused on getting the stain off his skin. He watched you for a few moments, before laughing. 

“It’ll take a while if you go at that dried blood with nothing but disinfectant, ___.”

Your eyes flickered up to meet his sparkling ones, and you brought the pad down immediately, slightly embarrassed as you mumbled, “I always forget you’re one of the greatest crime novelists to ever live.”

“That’s wish wash, ___.” He grinned. “I’m just knowledgable, is all.”

You scoffed, dipping the pad again as you continued sarcastically. “How humble of you to say that, Arthur.” 

“I just know what I’m talking about, ___. I am a doctor, after a- ow!”

You cut him off unintentionally as you began dabbing the pad on the bruises and scrapes on his chin, smiling as he winced.

“Even if you are a vampire, like fists, infections are still just as dangerous.” 

You said this as you bit your tongue, trying your hardest not to laugh. He made no sounds, only squeezing his eyes shut tightly as you tended to his wounds. And slowly, the smile melted from your face as you watched him struggle to hide his pain from you. 

“Arthur,” His name escape from your lips softly, embodying the gallons of concern you held for the man laying in front of you. “Please tell me why you went to that club,”

He peeled open one of his eyes as you pulled away the cotton pad, his heart sinking at your expression. You looked utterly wrecked, your eyes filled with worry, and he hated that he was responsible for a look like that. 

He thought back to the reasons he’d agreed to accompany Theo, and while he’d seen them as rational then, he knew now that they weren’t really worth it. To put it plainly, he had been so jealous that he barely knew what to do with himself, the feeling so unbearable that the idea had seemed acceptable. But, the fights he’d joined had left him with even more wounds than he carried on the inside in the end. 

Jealously was like a disease, and while he was generally careful about not getting too attached to a fleeting woman, you were different. You pushed him away actively and talked to him with the power of a thousand suns in your voice, but also gave him sweet smiles and went along with his jokes. His attraction had grown because of those things, but, those very things had also caused his jealousy. 

You were kind to everyone, and you had your silly arguments with them just as you did with him. He couldn’t help but take something out of your conversations, while it was unclear if you did. 

“I was angry.” He answered simply, unblinking as he moved to stare at the ceiling. “I was angry at something that couldn’t be changed just because I wanted it to, like a child.”

“Everyone gets angry, Arthur, but this?-” You took his chin again lightly, turning his head so he was looking at you. “What could have possibly made you so angry that you had to go and get yourself so beat up?”

He stared into your eyes and found himself talking even if he wasn’t realising it. “Jealousy. The biggest motivator other than spite, which, to be fair, I was probably also feeling quite heavily.”

Your brows knitted together in confusion. “What could you possibly be jealous of? And - why would you be feeling spiteful? Did something happen?”

He just laughed, the sound almost pitiful. His eyes didn’t leave yours, and you couldn’t help but notice how uncharacteristically sad they looked. 

“Too many things, I’m afraid.”

You pulled your lips into a thin line, softly pushing, “Like what, Arthur?”

“Do you know how much it hurt when you spent an entire night in the kitchens with Napoleon and Leonardo? Or how you always dally around Issac and Theo?” He said this absentmindedly, avoiding your gaze as he continued softly, “It drives me mad.”

Your hand that was holding his chin faltered almost unnoticeably as you smiled. “Don’t tell me that’s the reason you were jealous, Arthur?”

He opened his mouth to say something, but felt his throat dry up as nothing more than a syllable came out. He had been so sure about his feelings, but yet he still hesitated to voice them. The way you changed him was remarkable. 

“By Jove, ___,” He mumbled, his eyes flickering back over to meet yours as he repeated, “I’m glad you pay attention enough to tell when something is off,”

“Don’t be jealous,” You patted his cheek lightly as your cheeks flushed. “There are plenty of reasons why… I like spending time with you.”

You trailed off, your words seeming to filter before they came out of your mouth as your skin flushed deeper. He caught onto it immediately, of course, quirking an eyebrow and momentarily forgetting about all the pain he was in.

“What was that, ___?”

You turned away to grab a bandage, grumbling, “Don’t push it, Arthur.”

“Okay, as you wish. But, how about we at least come to the agreement that you still love me to end it all and heal my inner wounds, hm?”

You looked back at him with an incredulous smile and laughed. “Fine, have it your way. I still love you, Arthur. Now sit back up so I can put this bandage on you.”

He grinned, doing as you instructed as his heart beat wildly in his chest. Maybe he could never have you completely, but, maybe, just maybe, this was enough.

[ikev-mpire]

Imshy but Can I have a matchup for ikevamp? I'm someone who comes off as very calm and relaxing to hang out with, even though I'm a very anxious person. I like feminine things like embroidery and baking deserts, but I also like studying math and sciences the most (I take studies too seriously). When I have feelings for someone, I usually turn very affectionate and clingy towards them, and surprisingly shy.appearance-wise I have roundish glasses that I cherish very much, and I'm an aquarius :3!

no! just kidding of course you can my shy little angelll~

Now this may not surprise you (in a sense i hope it doesn't, because that means you got who you want- but regardless!) but i wholeheartedly ship you with leonardo!

first off because it is most important GOD how he would fucking M E L T anytime you showed affection/got clingy with him like literally it would never get old. He's also quite affectionate and would never refrain from having an arm around you/ruffling your hair, holding your hand (or holding you in his lap) no matter where you were. Anyways back to the beginning, he's also quite a calm person and while usually i'm all for opposites attract, i cant get over how amazing it would be to just hang out in a room with you two like omg the vibe in there would be immaculate!!! Just so chill and almost melodic is the only way i can think to describe it because you guys would just be so easy to be around for everyone else (except pda h8ers) and especially with each other.

He would adore just hanging out and like doing shit together like you embroidering while hes idk fixing something as usual but (omg?!) please bring him baked goods *but dont ask him to bake with u bc if he doesn't burn the mansion down he will fall asleep on the floor of the kitchen which will be quite hazardous for the both of you* but like also if u bring him too many he may tease u about fattening him up to feed him to a witch or something similar. Also worth noting you being shy will MELT him as well like literally he just finds u the cutest thing on earth omfg im so jealous fr.