#ikevamp au

[writingwhimsey]

Becoming Comtesse Ch. 15

A/N: NSFW 18+ content at the beginning of this chapter. Fingering, PIV.

Chapter 15

Comte awoke as the light of the morning sun creeped across his face. Of course, he didn’t mind. Especially not when his eyes opened to see his beloved in his arms, her warm bare flesh pressed against his. Her eyes closed in peaceful slumber.

He couldn’t help the smile that came to his face as he looked at her sleeping so peacefully. Memories from the previous night played through his mind. When she’d come into their room last night after Amelie had told her what he was, he’d been so nervous. He’d been so afraid that he had lost every chance of being able to earn her love.

And yet, here it was she had already given her heart to him. Comte had dared hope for such a wonderful outcome, but he’d always felt it was a long shot. This wonderful woman returned his love! How could he have been so lucky? She loved him despite how selfish he had been in even wanting her in the first place.

He lifted a hand to stroke her hair as she slept in his arms. He kissed her gently on the forehead. “Forgive me, mon amour.” He murmured to her sleeping form. Not only had she been so generous in returning his love, but she’d given herself to him last night. Allowed him the privilege to make love to her. And he’d happily indulged…over and over again, until she had been a trembling mess in his arms. He would be sure to see to her care and comfort this morning as penance for her generosity. 

Colette began to stir, her face nuzzling against his chest as a sleepy sigh escaped her lips. “Mmm…”

“I never tire of waking next to you, ma cherie.” He told her, kissing her on the forehead once more.

Her beautiful emerald eyes slowly opened. She smiled at him. “Morning, my love.” She mumbled sleepily, making Comte’s heart tremble.

“Good morning, mon amour.” He replied, lifting a hand to caress her cheek. “How are you feeling? Is anything sore?” He asked, his voice gentle and caring.

Colette laid there for a moment as memories of their night together came rushing back. Her cheeks reddened in the loveliest of ways. “We…last night…that wasn’t just a dream…”

Comte chuckled and leaned in to press a gentle kiss to her lips. “It was far better than any dream.”

Colette nodded. “Yes, it was.” She said, her cheeks flushing further as she admitted that she had enjoyed it. “Last night…was amazing.”

Desire instantly flared in le Comte at how adorable she was being. “Ma cherie…it is far too early in the morning for you to look so tempting.” He said, leaning in to kiss along her jaw. “I’m trying to remain a gentleman and spend the morning taking care of you, but when you look like that and say things like that, it makes me want to spend the morning making love to you again…”

Colette gasped and then her arms were wrapping around him. “Mmm…since you were so good to me last night…I can’t think of anything I’d rather do more…”

Comte’s eyes went wide and he turned his gaze to her lovely face. Her eyes were lidded with desire. She was completely amenable to the idea. “Ma cherie…” He murmured before capturing her lips with his and rolling them over so that he was on top of her once more. 

As their kiss deepened, Comte slid his hands over her body, feeling her curves before slipping one hand between her thighs, fingers toying with her heat and thumb teasing that little pleasure pearl.

He broke their kiss to trail kisses along her neck and over her collarbones as he continued to work her with his fingers. Her hips bucked against his hand, pressing herself further into it. Last night had been their first night and Colette’s first time ever, and yet Comte was already an expert on her body, knowing where and how to touch her to have her respond in the most pleasurable of ways.

His lips made their way to her breasts and she let out a cry as he drew a nipple into his mouth, his fingers still working between her thighs. “Abel!”

Hearing her cry out his name was such an addicting feeling. Even more intoxicating than when he drank her blood. He adored the sound of his name being cried from her lips. He continued to stroke her until she was cumming around his fingers.

He pulled back slightly to look at her. She was flushed and panting. Her breasts heaving with her breath. Her soft skin already coated in a thin sheen of sweat. Gods she was breathtaking! 

She smiled as she reached for him. “I love…you, Abel.” She said in a breathy tone.

He smiled as he settled over her, positioning himself better between her legs, his throbbing cock at her entrance. He held her close. “As I love you, Colette.” He murmured before slipping inside her, fully connecting with her.

She moaned at the sensation as she held onto him. She leaned in and kissed along his throat as her hands moved over the lines of his back, causing a shiver of pleasure to run through him. The more times they made love, the bolder she seemed to grow…and he loved it. He loved every touch and kiss she lavished upon him. His heart sang for her, even as his body ached for her.

“Hah…Colette…ma cherie…mon amour…mon ange…” He moaned as he began to move, starting off with a slow and steady pace for his thrusts.

“Ngh…Abel…my love…my darling…” She moaned as she clung to him, her hips beginning to move with his.

Comte slowly picked up his pace, spurred on by her loving words and touch, until they were both cumming. He kissed her gently on the lips as they both came down. When he looked into her eyes, he knew they were once again only just getting started.

Meanwhile downstairs…

Bernard and Amelie walked into the kitchen of the chateau together. “I'm worried about Comtesse.” His wife said. “She didn't come into the village last night.”

“Perhaps she and le Comte talked and she felt she had nothing to fear.” Bernard said. “As I know she does not.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Comte is a good man. He saved my life and made sure I was able to follow my passion and receive a proper education.” Bernard said. “And even gave me this job which allowed me to meet my own lovely wife.”

Amelie sighed, though she fought off a smile at the adoring look Bernard gave her. “I suppose I should see if I can find her. See how she is doing.”

Amelie opened the door to head into the rest of the house. That was when she heard a loud cry from the bedrooms upstairs.

“ABEL!”

“That sounded like the Comtesse…”

Bernard was behind her chuckling. “It sounds like they'll be having a late breakfast.”

“Colette…mon amour!” Came Comte’s voice. 

Amelie's cheeks reddened as she realized what was happening upstairs.

Bernard laughed. “Perhaps you spilling le Comte’s secret worked out in his favor. Bet you end up with a raise out of this.”

“I…I do not understand the Comtesse. After learning the truth about him…why is she not running?” Amelie said.

“Why have you not run, mon coeur?” Bernard asked his wife.

“Because the pay is good and we hardly ever see him.” She answered.

“And perhaps because you realize deep down le Comte is a good man. All the others we know who work for nobles talk of his generosity.”

Amelie sighed. “I don't know…”

Bernard kissed his wife on the cheek. “Come on, I think they'll be busy for a while.”

Later Colette…

I lay in Abel’s arms, my head resting on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, feeling his warmth. His hands were moving up and down my back in a gentle soothing manner and he pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“Forgive me, my darling.” He murmured. “It seems I am much more selfish than I realized I would be.”

I laughed as I snuggled closer to him. “When you being selfish has me feeling so good, I can't complain.” I replied. “Even if it might be sometime before I can walk again.”

Abel chuckled and kissed me gently on the lips. “I'll carry you wherever you need to go.” He told me, smiling warmly at me.

I giggled. “You might have to…though I’m quite content to stay right here.” It was at this moment, my stomach decided to let out a rather loud growl. 

“It seems while you are content, your stomach says otherwise, mon amour.” Abel teased.

“Well, I did work up an appetite.” I replied, blushing.

Abel gave me a gentle kiss on the forehead. “It seems the first order of business is to get you some breakfast…though it is lunch time now, I believe.” 

“What about you?” I asked. “Or do you not really need to eat?” It occurred to me, I hadn’t really asked as many questions as I truly had.

“I don’t need food to survive, but I do just like eating.” Abel answered as he slowly disentangled himself from me and went over to grab his robe. Once he had slid on his robe, he reached for mine, bringing it over to me.

I slowly pushed myself up into a sitting position, finally realizing how much my lower back muscles were aching…though it wasn’t an unpleasant ache. I stretched before Abel helped me to put my robe on. “Thank you.” I told him.

He smiled warmly at me and gave me a warm, loving peck on the lips. “Thank you, ma cherie.” He replied as he reached for me, scooping me up into his arms. “Now, shall we get something to eat?”

“Yes…you don’t really have to carry me all the way downstairs…” Though I was trying to protest, my arms wrapped around him and I buried my face in the crook of his neck.

Abel chuckled. “Oh, but I do.” He said. “And after breakfast, how about a nice bath and a massage?” He asked me as he began to carry me from our room.

“That sounds quite heavenly.” I answered. “You don’t have to do all of that though.”

“But I want to, Colette.” Abel replied. “I want to spoil you.”

“Well…if you really want to…”

Abel chuckled. “I very much do.” He said, kissing my cheek.

We were soon arriving in the dining room where Bernard and Amelie were just setting the table. Amelie looked nervous. Bernard was smiling at us. “Good morning, or should I say good afternoon, Comte, Comtesse.” Bernard greeted us.

“Good morning.” Abel replied.

“Good morning.” I replied, my cheeks red. Clearly they had known what we had been up to all morning…oh…oh no they probably heard. I had been rather…vocal.

“Your breakfast is ready. If you need anything else, just let us know.” Bernard said before bowing.

Amelie looked hesitant before leaving as well. Abel carried me over to my chair and gently sat me down, before taking his own seat. He reached his hand over to me, taking mine in his. “Ma cherie, you look a bit flustered.”

“I was…they probably heard us this morning.” I replied.

Abel chuckled as he brought my hand to his lips, kissing it reverently. “Mmm, probably. However, we are on our honeymoon.” He told me. “That is exactly what we are expected to do.”

“That doesn’t make it any better.” I replied.

Abel leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. “You are so cute.”

I couldn’t help but to enjoy his affections, despite my embarrassment. I couldn’t keep the smile from my face. “Let’s just eat…”

Abel chuckled and released my hand and dug into his food. I noticed there was a cup of coffee and a bottle of that white liquid I had seen the night before. “What’s that?” I asked.

“It is called blanc.” Abel answered. “It comes from a white flower. It helps to sustain vampires when rouge is not readily available.”

“I see.” I replied. “I realize…I didn’t ask too many questions last night…”

“Ask whatever you want to, ma cherie. I will answer all of your questions.” He told me.

I nodded and took a bite of my food as I thought of what my next question would be. “So, how many people know?” I asked. “What about the residents of the mansion?”

“Most in society don’t know.” Abel answered me. “And the residents all know, as all of them with the exception of Sebastian are vampires as well.”

“Really?” 

Abel nodded. “With a couple of exceptions, I turned them all.” 

“You mean…they used to be humans?” I asked.

Abel nodded. He then explained to me that the residents were in fact, not only vampires but men from different time periods. Most of them being men from the past. Though there were two that didn’t quite make sense, Arthur and Dazai…that was when Abel told me about a special door in the mansion.

“You…you’re telling me that you can time travel?” I asked in disbelief.

Abel chuckled. “You can readily believe in vampires, but not time travel?”

“You have a point, but still.” I replied. “It’s just…really?”

Abel nodded. “Yes. I swear to you, I am being honest.”

“Okay…but you turned them all?” I asked. “How does that work? Were you once human?”

Abel shook his head. “No. I was born as a vampire.” He answered. “I am what is referred to as a pureblood. Leonardo is as well. Only purebloods can sire other vampires.”

“Oh? And how do you do that?”

“With a bite.” Abel answered.

I nodded. “What about all the myths…that you know you can’t go out in the sun? I’ve obviously seen that that isn’t true.”

“I’m honestly not sure where it came from. I believe perhaps it has something to do with the relative secrecy with which we must live our lives.” Abel answered.

I nodded. “That could make sense.” I agreed. “So…another question, when we talked last week before the wedding, you mentioned being older than you appeared…how old are you exactly? I mean if you have turned all these others and what not…”

“Honestly…I’m not entirely sure.” Abel answered me. “After a couple of centuries it’s easy to lose track.”

“I see.” I replied.

“Does it bother you, mon amour?” 

I shook my head and then I let out a laugh. “Though it does appear I was right.”

“Right about what?” Abel asked me.

I grinned. “That I would end up married to an old man.”

Abel chuckled as he reached for my hand, bringing it to his lips. “I suppose you have.”

We ate our breakfast together, chatting all the while, Abel answering my seemingly endless questions. Amelie came in to clean up our plates as we had finished the food and were drinking coffee now.

Amelie seemed to be looking at me in question as I asked Abel my own questions. “Is something the matter, Amelie?” I asked her after a moment.

“Nothing, Comtesse.” She answered. She then bowed and left, taking the dishes with her.

I couldn’t help but to frown. I know she was only concerned…and her reaction was honestly probably one of the more natural ones…but I couldn’t help it.

“Why are you frowning, ma cherie?” Abel asked, his fingertips tracing over the corner of my mouth.

“I just…it bothers me.” I replied. “I know she’s genuinely concerned, but…I know there’s nothing to be concerned about.”

Abel nodded. “In all fairness, her weariness towards me is perfectly natural.”

“Are you saying my  lack of weariness is unnatural?” I teased.

He chuckled once again. “Perhaps.” He answered. “I do have to wonder, why you’ve never once feared me…and why you can have such a curious nature about vampires. Amelie for example, finds my very existence unnatural since I technically live off of others.”

“Humans live off of other living creatures.” I replied. “The eggs and bacon we had for breakfast this morning. The milk I mixed with my coffee. The roast duck we had for dinner last night…need I go on?”

Abel looked at me. “Those are fair points.”

“And as far as why I have never been afraid of you in particular…thirteen years ago, I could tell you meant no harm. You were hiding out in the kitchen. If you had meant harm to my family, you would have been in one of the bedrooms or rummaging through my father’s office. You wouldn’t have actually been the first person to break into a house looking for food.”

“I was really just looking for a place to hide at the time.” Abel replied. “You provided the meal without me asking.”

I felt myself flush. “I did.” I replied, smiling at him. “And even now…after Amelie told me what you are…I knew that I had nothing to fear from you. You have been nothing but wonderful to me.”

“You are my treasure. I will always treat you as such.” Abel told me, taking my hand and kissing it in promise. “Speaking of, are you ready for that bath now, mon amour?”

I smiled. “A bath does sound nice.”

Abel grinned and then stood before scooping me up into his arms once more, carrying me upstairs to the bathroom, where he gave me a thorough pampering. A warm bath with rose petals and scented oils and a massage. Just as expertly as his hands worked my body into a heated frenzy, they soothed and relaxed my body completely.

“I love you, Abel.”

“I love you, Colette.”

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[onegianthotmess]

I’m getting back into my IkeVamp Tangled AU and I need to know-

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[yonaaaahowell]

'Til Dawn (Part 1) 🌻

A couple's love burning bright, even as the dawn of tragic fate approaches. Hinting at the forbidden, taboo aspects of love.

Main Character: Vincent & my OC, Yona

CW: SFW

Words: 1,433

Note: I am back to writing again. Feel free to comment since I wanted to learn more about writing 🙇🏻‍♀️ Thank you!!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

In the halls of Winterville University, a maiden named Yona was spotted, her presence as unusual as it was intriguing. With tresses of luscious, wavy hair and eyes the color of a clear ocean, Yona seemed out of place amidst the bustle of students. She had transferred to the university mid-semester, a move that raised more than a few eyebrows among her classmates.

Rumors swirled about the beautiful stranger, but one truth became apparent - Yona was struggling to find her footing, particularly in her art class. While her sketches were exquisite, her attempts at painting were lackluster, the colors clashing and the strokes uneven. As a result, many of her classmates began to avoid her, ignoring her attempts at conversation or friendship.

But there was one student who refused to write Yona off. A dashing young man with blond hair that fell across his forehead in messy bangs and eyes the color of spring sky caught her eye. Vincent was his name, and his angelic features seemed almost otherworldly.

When he noticed Yona's frustration with painting, he stepped in, his voice soft as silk as he guided her hand.

"Like this," he murmured. "You have to feel the brush in your hand, let your emotions guide the strokes."

As Vincent painted inside the warm, intimate space of the art classroom, Yona found herself torn between focusing on Vincent's skilled painting strokes and the intoxicating nearness of the angelic man beside her. His presence was magnetic, drawing her in with an inexplicable force.

Trying to regain some composure, Yona attempted to deflect the unexpected attention with a hint of sass.

"Why help me when everyone else leaves me alone?" she asked, her voice a little breathless despite her efforts.

Vincent's response was immediate and genuine, his smile radiant like a beacon of light.

"Because I admire your sketches and I believe in you," he said, his voice a soothing melody.

Yona's heart skipped a frantic rhythm at his words, her face growing hot as a furnace. She only realized she was blushing when Vincent leaned in closer, his warm breath fanning across her cheek. His forehead pressed gently against hers, and Yona felt the world narrow down to the mere inches separating them.

"I think you have a fever," Vincent murmured, his worry palpable despite his innocent tone. Little did he know that he was the sole cause of Yona's flustered state. As they remained in their tender, forehead-to-forehead embrace, the room around them melted away, leaving only the thrumming pulse of their shared moment.

Unable to bear Vincent's worried expression for even a moment longer, Yona averted her gaze, her eyes darting to the canvas before her. But the damage had already been done - her cheeks still burned with the memory of his tender concern.

"I don't have a fever," she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper.

Vincent pulled back slightly, but his gaze never left Yona's face, his worry evident even as he tried to reassure her. "Are you sure? You look a little... flushed."

Yona nodded jerkily, desperate to change the subject.

"I... I need to focus on my painting. Can you teach me?" she asked, her words tumbling out in a rush.

Vincent's face lit up with a bright, genuine smile. "Of course!"

Without hesitation, he took Yona's hand in his, the warmth of his palm seeping through her skin. Gently, he guided her hand, showing her how to make the brush dance across the canvas, each stroke a work of art.

As Yona painted under Vincent's expert tutelage, she felt herself becoming lost in the moment, her earlier nervousness melting away in the face of his patient instruction and kind encouragement.

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As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Vincent and Yona's daily painting sessions became an integral part of their routine. After each class, the unlikely duo would spend hours together, Vincent guiding Yona's hand as she learned the intricacies of painting. The lines between student and teacher began to blur, their bond strengthening with each passing day.

Yona even went so far as to cook breakfast for Vincent one morning, a stack of fluffy pancakes that held the power to melt the coldest of hearts. Vincent, in turn, never forgot Yona's love for strawberries, always ensuring to pick up a fresh bunch for her whenever they went shopping together.

As their closeness deepened, even Vincent's younger brother, Theo, couldn't help but notice the shift in their relationship. And while Theo might have once been amused by the pairing, he soon grew to resent it, especially given the secret the brothers shared. A secret no one could ever learn...

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One fateful day, Theo and Vincent found themselves in a private conversation, the tension in the air palpable as they delved into the heart of the matter at hand. Theo, with a heavy heart, shared his grave concerns about their shared secret, painting a dire picture of what would transpire should Yona ever discover the truth.

"Vincent, we need to talk," he said, his voice low and serious. "About you and Yona."

Vincent looked up from the sketchbook in his hands, a hint of wariness creeping into his eyes.

"What about us?" he asked, his voice even but his pulse quickening.

"If this is about our secret, I know you're worried, but we can trust her," Vincent insisted, his conviction unwavering, "Yona is the kindest person I've ever met. If she learns our secret, she'll understand."

Theo sighed, a heavy burden settling on his shoulders. He knew how kind-hearted Vincent was, how much he valued purity and honesty. But Theo's hunch told him that if Vincent revealed their secret to Yona and she reacted as most people would, she would be horrified. She would leave Vincent alone, perhaps even hurt him. And if that happened, Theo wanted to be there for his brother, to comfort him through the pain.

"If that's what you want to believe," Theo said softly. "But if I'm right, if things go south... I'll be there for you. To comfort you."

Vincent nodded gratefully, "Thank you, Theo. I appreciate that."

But deep down, a nagging doubt persisted in Vincent's heart - what if Theo was right? What if Yona couldn't handle the truth? He pushed the thought aside, clinging to his belief in Yona's kindness and understanding.

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Days passed, each one an eternity as Vincent struggled to find the perfect moment to reveal his secret to Yona. The blank canvas seemed to mock him, a stark reminder of the truth he couldn't bring himself to utter.

During their shared time together, Yona noticed Vincent's distant stare, his usual enthusiasm replaced by a profound sadness.

"Vincent," Yona spoke gently, her voice a soothing balm to his troubled soul, "You seem troubled. Is something bothering you?"

Vincent's gaze shifted to meet Yona's oceanic eyes, his sky blue ones looking lost and afraid.

"Yona," he began, his voice trembling with vulnerability. "There's something I wanted to tell you. Something I wanted to share with you. It's a secret, a secret that me and my brother kept. But I... I'm scared, Yona."

His confession tumbled out in a rush, each word a weight bearing down on his chest, "I'm scared that if you learn the truth, you'll leave me alone. That you won't want to be friends with me anymore."

Sensing the deep-seated fear lurking beneath Vincent's angelic exterior, Yona reached out, her hands finding his in a gentle gesture of reassurance. Though she hadn't yet confessed her feelings, Yona's heart had grown to love the kind, angelic man beside her, a love so deep and pure it knew no bounds.

"You can tell me anything," Yona soothed, her thumbs stroking comforting patterns over Vincent's palms. "I promise I won't leave you. Whatever it is, we'll get through it together."

Unbeknownst to Yona, her words struck a chord within Vincent. For he, too, knew that his feelings for her extended far beyond the realm of friendship - though the nature of those emotions remained foreign and daunting even to him.

"Yona..." Vincent called softly, his voice wavering. "Yona, I... I'm not human. I'm a..."

He trailed off, his sky blue eyes darting nervously to hers, as if searching for a glimmer of understanding or acceptance in her oceanic gaze.

"I'm... a vampire," Vincent whispered.

The word hung heavy in the air between them, a revelation that promised to upend their entire world. Would Yona be able to accept this truth, this dark secret Vincent had kept hidden for so long?

[ana-thedaydreamer]

Ikemen Vampire Yearbook

I have been holding this project since last year, and it kept stuck there. Finally I'm able to finish it 😍

One thing for sure is I love this Vampire family enough to give me motivation to finish this little project of mine, I will post some sketches of them in daily school as well, pls looking forward to it 😆

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[violettduchess]

Hello Vi! I have a request for you, only if it inspires

Tutor AU! With one or more of your fave suitors tutoring you for your upcoming exams;

Leonardo, Comte, Gilbert, Leon, Silvio and Clavis!

I'd love to see what you come up with ❤️❤️❤️

A/N: I had a very immediate idea for Comte so I went with him for this request!

Comte x Reader, Tutor AU/ Modern AU

WC: ~1.9k

The library looms large as you hurry up the wide, slate-colored steps under a sky exhaling its last breath of evening color. The stars are slowly blinking into existence, determined to shine before they are hidden behind the slow-moving blanket of clouds heading their way. You would pause to enjoy the ephemeral moment when dusk ebbs into night.....

Except Comte is inside, waiting for you.

You’re still not sure how it’s come to this. Comte as your tutor. Your mind travels back several weeks….

Several weeks ago:

One minute you're balancing an armful of books along with your backpack and several bags of uneven groceries that are seriously testing your stubborn decision to do it all in ONE trip. The next, however, everything is falling onto the polished grey tile floor of your building’s lobby, the objects seeming to leap like lemmings out of your arms. As you stand there, staring defeatedly at the scattered mess, lost in the gravity of your poor decision, the elevator doors you were originally trying to reach slide open and like the pearly gates unveiling an angel, Comte de St Germain steps out, in the process of buttoning his elegant camel-colored coat with one hand.

Before you can say a word, he takes in your forlorn expression, the embarrassing pile of your things at your feet, and he is by your side, kneeling, helping you gather up your stray apples and the mini-boxes of cereal you are probably way too old for but love anyway. Your cheeks flush as you stammer a thank you. 

You know him more by reputation than actual acquaintance. He lives in the sprawling penthouse at the apex of your building, the crowning glory of the gothic structure, and is usually spoken about in whispers and sighs by the other residents:

“Comte? He’s a museum director downtown.”

“I hear he is a world-famous antique dealer who has made millions.”

“He’s gotta be a tech-millionaire with all that dough.”

“Well I know someone who knows someone who swears he’s a member of the royal family of some tiny European country.”

“I don’t care what he does. He’s got to be loaded to live up there.”

“I hear he’s never been married.”

“My cousin’s best friend’s neighbor's babysitter says he’s divorced from someone super famous.”

“You know what he is? I'll tell ya. Drop dead gorgeous.”

This mysterious man with eyes the color of desert sands is on the ground in his expensive suit and coat, helping you gather your plebeian things and oh, do you want to melt into the floor and disappear.

Until……

He stops, holding one of the books you had been juggling, a surprised expression crossing his classically beautiful face.

“‘The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire’ by Edward Gibbon. Fourth edition.” He seems impressed, curiosity flaring to life in the mesmerizing gold of his eyes.

And you take that lifeline, words stumbling over themselves across the knot of your tied tongue as you explain you are a graduate student, majoring in history, mentally preparing yourself for the avalanche of final exams heading your way.

And how he smiles, his long fingers tracing the embossed lettering along the spine of your book, borrowed from the local library. Entranced by the movement, you can't look away from his hand, reverence hushing his voice as he explains how he works for a museum (Points to the woman in Apartment 15B for getting that one), how he also studied history.

And then one thing leads to another and your rambling about the stress of your exams and crunch for time has evolved into Comte St. Germain, the mysterious Bruce Wayne of your building, offering to tutor you.

The Present:

And now here you stand, the night of your final session, heart prowling, turning circles in your chest like an unruly feline.

Taking a steadying breath, you continue up the steps and head inside, enjoying the sound of your heeled boots across the polished wooden floor. Past towering shelves filled with books you go until you reach the narrow iron staircase in the back, the one that spirals upwards to the second floor. Your feet follow the path they have gotten used to over the last few weeks, through the racks, down a narrow gangway until you reach the small cluster of tables at the western corner of the library, the ones underneath the imposing arched window that allows you a clear view of the darkening sky and the pale orange glow of the streetlamp across the street.

Comte looks up from the book he has been reading and offers you a smile, at once familiar and exotic.

“Ah, there you are, chérie. Ready for our final session?”

Something inside you constricts at the thought that this is the last time you will be here with him like this, tucked away in the surprising intimacy of a large public library, listening to his honeyed voice as you discuss not only history, but also the mundane: what music he listens to when he goes on long drives, his favorite type of wine, the best tea for a rainy Sunday morning. And it isn't just his speaking….Comte listens. He really listens when you talk, when you ask questions, when you give an opinion. He rests his chin on his hand, head tilted ever so slightly, his entire attention focused on you, whether you are explaining the fine points of one of the many Treaties of Paris or doing your best to convince him that dipping your French fries in your milkshake really does make them taste better. 

With the glow of remembrance in your smile, you slide into the seat next to him, running your fingers along the soft grain of the elegant wooden chair as you settle in.

“Ready as I'll ever be,” you say, returning his smile while looking at the array of books he has spread out across the table. “Let’s do this.”

“Oui,” he says as his smile curves into a grin. “Tonight we’re focusing on art for your art history final. You already sent me the list of pieces your professor wants you to know for your exam so we can work our way through those.”

You breathe in, trying not to get distracted by the warm, earthy scent of his cologne.

“Professor Leonardo is great but it’s such a long list….” Your shoulders slump at the thought of tackling everything on it. And then you feel Comte’s hand there, on your forearm, warm even through the soft material of your blouse.

“Then let us begin.”

He spends hours, guiding you through Girl with the Pearl Earring, The Birth of Venus, Las Meninas, and Water Lillies. You wander through the great masters like an enamored visitor in an enchanted garden, listening as Comte helps you to remember what you have learned about the paintings as well as unlocking secrets you have never heard before. He leads you through the design of the Colosseum, the Parthenon, Hagia Sofia, Notre Dame, his voice a golden thread that spins you across the architectural wonders. And now, in your final hour of study, he opens the book of sculptures. You visit Rodin’s Thinker, Michelangelo’s David, the Venus de Milo. And finally, you come to the last sculpture on your list: Psyche Revived by Cupid’s Kiss by Antonio Canova.

“Ah…” He pulls the book closer, the photograph of the sculpture filling the page. “This….is a masterpiece of….” He glances over at you, brow lifted as he waits for the answer.

“Neoclassicism…but with strong elements of the Romantic, given the subject matter.”

“Bien joué.” The praise falls from his lips softly, slides over you like melting wax, sends a jolt of heat across your skin. He doesn’t seem to notice as he flattens down the pages with both hands, his bright eyes roaming over the image.

“So you know the story of Cupid and Psyche?”

You try to remember what Professor Leonardo explained in class when he had introduced the sculpture. “She opened a forbidden jar and was put to sleep as punishment?” 

Comte nods. “Venus forbid Psyche from opening the jar. It supposedly held Divine Beauty. Psyche could not resist temptation and instead of beauty, she was overcome by the Sleep of Innermost Darkness.” He grins slowly. “Very dramatic. Cupid sees his lover unconscious and pricks her with an arrow, awakening her. This sculpture captures that moment.”

Outside the library window, the streetlamp glows a soft orange. A light rain is now falling, making the light seem as if it is dancing, shimmering against the night.

“Just look at the lines,” he murmurs. He takes his index finger and slowly begins tracing the line of Psyche’s body. It follows the curve of her torso as she stretches up towards Cupid. “Her arms reach back for him.”

You lean in, closer to Comte, watching the path his finger makes along the glossy page. Your heart is suddenly hammering a woodpecker’s song against your breastbone.

“Her hands are in her lover’s hair, the gesture so familiar, so loving.” He traces down the line of Psyche's neck. “And here��.she is bent back to him, so exposed and vulnerable, tilting to look up into his face. What do you see there?”

His voice winds itself around you, wrapping you in golden vines of warmth and want. You need a moment to find your own. When you do, it is only capable of expressing itself in a breathless whisper.

“Tenderness. Joy.”

He nods slowly, trailing his finger down Cupid’s strong arm. “And what do you see in him?”

Your thoughts are bright butterflies, sparks that fly up into the haze of your mind and explode in little pinpricks of light. Blinking, trying to control the overwhelming wave of attraction that threatens to pull you under, you reach out and touch the same page, your fingers scant centimeters from his.

“He’s…..adoring. The way he holds her head, his fingers touching her face. And he’s smiling at her, affectionately. Openly.” Your gaze drops down to where Comte’s finger points to Cupid’s left arm. You clear your throat and continue. “He covers her breasts with his arm, shielding her from the viewer, and yet that one hand holds her in a way that’s….it’s so intimate. It feels somehow more intimate than if we would see her bare.” Your voice is a whisper, soft and woven through with delicate wisps of yearning. “He touches her as if he’s done it a hundred times and still revels in it…..” You trail off, pressing your lips together, unable to go on.

Comte’s fingers brush against yours and you turn your head, startled to find that your faces are so very close. Outside the rain gently rolls down the massive glass window. The streetlamp flickers. Comte’s gaze is a steady golden sun.

“He adores her,” he murmurs, his voice rolling through you. You feel his fingers move, covering yours on the page. 

“She marvels at him,” you answer quietly, your fingers curling around his in response.

He leans down ever so slightly, his mouth so close you can feel the warmth of his words on your lips. “He dreams of her……” 

“.....and he is what makes her waking sublime…” The words are hardly more than the breaths between heartbeats.

His mouth brushes faintly against yours, the softest touch, a silken feather, a velvet caress.

“....He wants nothing more…..” His hand tightens around yours, his chest rising and falling with the contained power of his emotion. “...than to kiss her….”

“He should,” you say, soft as a nightingale welcoming a summer evening. "He should kiss her."

And he does, pressing his lips against yours as the wave that has been looming ever closer pours down upon you both. One hand rises, gripping the nape of your neck with tender ardor. You plunge your free hand into the soft wilderness of his tawny hair, opening your mouth to taste him.

Your other hand? It is still tightly holding onto his, a promise you won’t let go.

An echo of Cupid and his beloved Psyche.

Pysche Revived by Cupid's Kiss- Antonio Canova, 1793

Tagging: @alexxavicry @queengiuliettafirstlady @bellerose-arcana @thewitchofbooks @aria-chikage @redheadkittys @tele86 @dear-mrs-otome @olivermorningstar @writingwhimsey @mxrmaid-poet @silver-dahlia @wendolrea @nightfoxqueen @myonlyjknight @ikesimpleton @ikemenlibrary @namine-somebodies-nobody @cellophanediamond @whatever-fanfics @justpeachyteastea @chirp-a-chirp @got7igot7family @kookie-my-little-sunshine @mastering-procrastinating @portrait-ninja @fang-and-feather @bubblexly @kiki-tties

[keithsandwich]

Insta Following List...

Hi! First of all, we (me and @bicayaya) are so happy that you guys joined us in our Insta!AU! Maeve and Beatrice are now following y'all.

We've decided to make a little masterlist so we won't lose any of your beautiful Insta pages 💕

In case you still wanna jump in, here's the template. Just tag us if you want us to see your work and include you in this list!

Also, if you're in this list but want out, send me a DM and it'll be done.

In alphabetical order:

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♡ Agnes by @altairring

♡ Ana by @citrusmornings

♡ Carina by @fang-and-feather

♡ Charlotte by @aquagirl1978

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♡ Yves by @bicayaya

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Please, let me know if I've forgotten to add you!

Updated: 08.29

[bontu-the-l0ver]

I really like to seem the boys as a family so I will put how I see them. (in ikesen I only put the Oda force cuz I don't know much about Kenshin force or the other guys)(also the ages have nothing to do with their actual age)

Ikemen sengoku

Nobunaga is the dad. (a very permissive dad)

Hideyoshi is the mom (a very protective mom)

The first son is Mitsuhide (14)

The second son is Masamune (12)

The third son is Mitsunari (9)

And the last son is Ieyasu (7)

Ikemen Revolution

Black army

Sirius is the mom.

First child Seth. (15)

Second child Ray (13)

Third child Fenrir (12)

Last child Luka (7)

Red army.

Dad Lancelot

Mom Jonah

First child Edgar (16)

Secon child Kyle (11)

Last Child Zero (8)

Harry single father.

Loki only child (12)

And I don't know about the rest.

Ikemen vampire

Leonardo dad

Comte mom

Sebastian babysitter. (please save him)

First child Will (20)

Second child Napo (19)

Third child Vincent (18)

Forth child Theo (15)

Fifth child Arthur (14)

Sixth child Dazai (13)

Seventh child Mozart (10)

Eighth child Isaac (7)

Vlad dad

Faust mom

Charles only child (7)

Ikemen prince

Sadly Sariel was just babysitting this children but the father ran away and now he is the mom.

First child Jin (17)

Secon child Chev (15)

Third child Clavis (14)

Forth child Leon (12)

Fifth child Yves (10)

Licht and Nokto (8)

Luke (6)

Rio helps Sariel with the kids

Ikemen villain

Victor mom

William dad.

First child Roger. (19)

Second child Jude (17)

Third child Alfons (16)

Forth child Harrison (14)

Fifth Child Liam (12)

Elbert (10)

Ellis (6)

The Mc's

Mai is the owner of a clothes store the families visit. Yves especially likes this store.

Alice she is a cooking teacher. Yves, Napo, Masamune, Luka and Alfons take classes with her.

Mitsuki sometimes bring the kids stuff from the places she visits. Napo has a little crush on her.

Emma has a library where Chev, Isaac, Harrison and sometimes Arthur will have a small lecture club. But Arthur has been banned from flirting with Emma. (Rio didn't approve)

Kate, she is the letter carrier of the neighborhood and co-worker of Jin and Napo.

[alby-rei]

Prologue (IkeVamp; Luigi's Mansion AU, Part 1)

a/n: Heavily (more like, entirely) inspired by @scummy-writes's playthrough of Luigi's Mansion. 'Twas a lot of fun merging the wackiness of that game with the IkeVamp universe! Multiple parts have already been written, to varying degrees of polish, so I'll be posting them on a schedule (Tentatively, one part per week). Without further ado, Enjoyyy ✨

Series: Comte's Ghost Mansion Tags: Humor, Crack treated seriously, Luigi's Mansion AU, Spooky scary spectral vampires, Ghostbuster MC Word Count: 1000 words Characters: You, Sebastian, Comte (mentioned) Next: Part 2

~*~

You woke up in a dark endless abyss with a headache.

"Where...am I?"

You were not sure how long you were out for, but it must have been a long time.

Last you remembered, you were walking around the Louvre museum in the daytime. A handsome man in a three-piece tailored suit had graciously retrieved your earring from the ground, only to drop and forgot his own handkerchief.

You, wanting nothing more than to return the favor, sought to return it to him. Your quest led you to a secluded section of the museum, barren of any foot traffic, and past a set of large double doors that appeared, at the time, as part of the museum experience.

In hindsight, the dwindling number of visitors around you should have alerted you to think otherwise.

Lightning flashed and the hallway blinked in view, like a snapshot captured with a camera shutter. Thunder cracked once, twice, forcing you out of memory lane and back into the present.

In the split-second that you saw the hallway, a line of tall arched windows stood to your left and closed wooden doors to your right. A high-backed chair was stationed between each door, and a framed picture hung above it. A wall blocked the path at one end and extended into darkness in the other. So, not an endless abyss. But it was not the Louvre museum, either.

Slowly, hesitantly, you took a step forward, and another, and then another, keeping your eyes peeled for any signs of an exit. A door creaked nearby.

You scrambled to hide behind the nearest curtains, but you were caught by two firm hands. Your heart lurched in your throat. You turned around to face your assailant, and a second round of lightning gave you a chance to get a good look. It was a young man with grayish hair swept to one side, his eyes narrow and inquisitive.

"Who are you, and how did you get in here?" He asked, though he did not wait for a response. "Doesn't matter, let's get you out before the others notice."

You followed him through the maze of hallways, each turn taking you down an identical path. It was a wonder that your guide could tell heads from tails in the darkness.

"Watch your step," he called out as the two of you descended a set of grand stairs.

Just when you thought you reached the bottom, you were met with more stairs. Blood pumped in your ears as you focused on getting out of here, one step at a time. You sighed in relief when the first sliver of light peeked through the grand double doors at the opposite end of what, you assumed, was the foyer.

Once outside, you gawked at the building you just escaped. It was a three-story mansion. Grapevines crept around and across the walls and into some open windows. Dark clouds loomed over the estate, but the rain died down into a drizzle.  

"Don't fall behind, now!" Your guide called out from the garden up ahead. Rather than continue straight ahead and out the gate, he took a turn going behind the mansion. You stared at the open gate, contemplating your chance of survival. Feeling unsafe venturing out into the unknown, you kept up pace with him along a narrow cobblestone path.

He stopped abruptly, causing you to bump into his back, and asked, "Where did you say you were from?"

You huffed and said, "If you would've let me speak the first time..." You explained your situation to him, and he furrowed his brows. You then barraged him with your own set of questions. Rather than answer any of them, he turned on his heel and talked on the way.

He introduced himself as Sebastian. He woke up in a similar way to what you had described a few years prior.

“I’m sorry, did you say years?” You gaped. What hope did you have of returning home if he had not done so yet?

He continued. "I came face to face with the head of this mansion, a French nobleman who goes by the title, Le Comte de Saint-Germain. He gave me an offer I could not refuse, and so I serve the mansion as its butler."

He stopped in front of a quaint wooden garden shack.

Facing you, he wore a wry smile as he said, "I would like to consider myself lucky, as I haven't seen another human in quite some time. But you, I'm afraid, are out of luck to end up here."

Your eyes shifted. "What do you mean by that?"

"Wait here."

He ducked inside and came out with a backpack that looked an awful lot like a vacuum cleaner. The vacuum tube in his hands only further confirmed your suspicions.

He reminded you of a ghostbuster.

"Unfortunately, I don't know how to get you home. But what I can offer is a means to defend yourself for the night.

"Defend myself?" You echoed. "Against what?"

That was how you ended up back inside the mansion, carrying Sebastian's 'Poltergust 1899' (as he proudly called it) on your back, alongside an oil lamp in hand and an item pouch around your shoulder.

What’s the pouch for? You may be wondering.

After much debate with the butler, you agreed to retrieve "items of interest" for him if he promised to investigate a means of getting you back home. His final remark was to avoid disturbing the mansion's esteemed residents and, contrarily, to report back any interesting behavior you encounter, seemingly of said residents.

The main entrance door creaked open. The mansion's foyer was bedecked with a carpeted floor that stretched up its wide central staircase. White Ionic columns lined the sides. At the top of the stairs, bright moonlight shone through, enveloping the room in a bluish hue.

The door slamming shut behind you pulled your flighty spirit back into its boney prison. Several voices murmured behind the walls.

You caught some of their words, or so you believed.

"A guest?"

"They returned!"

"Oh dear."

"How delightful."

"Go away."

You wished you didn't.

~*~

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[rinaririr]

For the OC Halloween party in the OC community i’m in 👀

Modern AU!

Halloween every year, Constance, Leanna’s coworker and close friend, and her girlfriend Gracie-May would invite her over for dinner. They usually tell her to wear costume for fun, but she has always gone to this in her normal clothes with a sticky note that says, “This is my costume: PhD student.” But Constance and Gracie-May insisted that this year, since Leanna is bringing Leonardo along, they should try couple costume. In fact, the two just need to show up at the get-together and they will handle the rest.

Aaaand a couple pinterest scrolling sessions, a consented raid of Gracie-May’s lolita dresses, and a makeover later, bam! Vampire Leanna. Constance just kinda gave Leonardo some stereotypical Dracula costume. It’d be extra funny if in this modern AU he’s still a pureblood vampire.

I might have to draw Leanna and Leo together in costumes later… The image in my mind is hilarious.

[loveinthemaze]

Wtf he's so cvnty? I'm sorry Faust that it took me this long to realise how powerfully handsome you are

[yanderepuck]

NEW CAT BOY CAFE CHAPTER!!!

Quick facts about Drake since he isn't part of the original parts:

Mainly works as a busboy and flirts with customers as he's cleaning

Came to the city for a change of scenery and ended up loving it, but quickly found out catboys have a harder time getting a job which is how he got to the cafe

Used to live in a fishing town and work on boats. From all the salt his fur is a little dry, plus he's a Selkirk Rex which has curly fur. Mozart and Will constantly just think he doesn't take care of it

Gets sprayed by Theo A LOT

Tells stories like Dazai, and it's up to you if you believe it or not. Many sea stories.

Probably hums some sea shanties as he's cleaning

[writingwhimsey]

Becoming Comtesse Ch. 1

A/N: Hello every one! Alright, this is the start of my first multi-chapter ikevamp fic! Inspired by a scene from Queen Charlotte and my love of the arranged marriage trope! In this fic, we meet my OC Colette. The eldest daughter of an English Baron who is being sent to France to marry our dear Comte! This first chapter is a little long, but I hope you enjoy it! I think I am going to really have some fun with this fic!

Chapter 1

I took a deep breath as I rode in the carriage with my mother and older brother. The carriage was fairly large and comfortable…quite elegant in fact. Of course, the comfort of the carriage didn’t do much for me considering my stomach was still in knots from the previous leg of our journey…by ship.

“Colette, you should look out the window. It might help you.” Mother said to me.

“Yes, you don’t want to be green when we arrive.” Thomas, my brother added.

I sighed. “I’m sorry, if I am not more enthused.” I replied.

“Oh, come now, dearest, you’ve always wanted to see Paris.” Mother reminded me.

“Yes…but not like this.” I remarked.

“You knew this would happen someday, Colette.” Thomas reminded me. “You’re moving up in station through this. I mean look at this carriage le Comte sent for us.”

“Yes, this will raise up the whole family.” Mother reminded me. “And it will help your younger sister find a suitable match as well.”

I sighed. There was no point in arguing. My brother had already completely agreed to this match on my behalf. As of this moment, there really was nothing I could do. On paper, it all did make sense. A French nobleman wanting to marry me, the eldest daughter of a merchant family. My father had only just recently been able to purchase the title of Baron before passing away suddenly, Thomas inheriting the title from him.

Mother’s hand came to rest on mine. “Colette, my dear, I promise you an arranged marriage isn’t the end of the world. Had I not had one, you and your siblings wouldn’t be here.” She gently reminded me.

I nodded. “I know…but at least you and Father grew up together. I don’t even know what my fiance looks like…let alone if he is kind or cruel. And I am to marry him in three days.”

“Just remember, Colette, our family needs this.” Thomas reminded me. “You’re marrying into the French nobility. Old money. It will look favorably for everyone.”

“Not to mention, we really did luck out. At your age…” Mother began.

“I know.” I replied. And how I knew. I was an old maid now, being unwed and in my early thirties. Practically ancient by the marriage market standards…and I had liked it that way.

I decided to look out the window and focus on the scenery. Fresh air and solid ground had already settled my stomach from the seasickness. Now all that remained was how I felt about meeting my fiance.

The carriage ride seemed to take forever. The city-scape gave way to a scenic countryside full of beautiful and vibrant flowers and lush trees. We finally arrived at the gates of a large country estate. The carriage took us all the way up to the front of a large mansion.

Thomas exited the carriage first, reaching his hand back to help my mother and then myself. I couldn’t help but to find myself in awe of the mansion. It was ENORMOUS! Yes we’d had a large house, but it was nothing compared to this place.

A young man with dark hair and wearing a butler’s suit and gloves came to greet us, giving us a bow. “Welcome, Baron Wells. Madame Wells.” He greeted them. “And you must be Mademoiselle Colette. I am Sebastian, Monsieur le Comte de Saint-Germain’s butler.”

“Oh, how delightful. Where is the master of the house?” Thomas asked.

“He is in town attending to some business. He will be back later this evening for the small dinner party planned to welcome you and to celebrate the engagement.” Sebastian explained.

I could feel the knots of anxiety twisting further in my stomach. I had hoped that the man would be here so that I could at least meet him. Sebastian led us inside, giving a casual tour of the mansion as we made our way to our rooms.

“The parlor is there. The dining room there. A game room through there.” Sebastian gestured.

“A game room?” I found myself asking.

“Yes. We have billiards and chess, for example.” Sebastian answered.

“Oh, your fiance enjoys a good game now and then. That sounds just like your father.” Mother told me. Clearly trying to talk the man up…even though she was just as clueless on how he really was as I was.

Sebastian finished showing us around, taking Thomas to his room first, followed by my mother, and then showing me to my room last. The coachman had helped him to carry our things in, meager as our luggage was compared to the guests I was sure le Comte usually entertained.

“And here is your room Mademoiselle.” Sebastian said as he opened the door for me.

I stepped inside, seeing a room decorated in warm soft tones. Whites and creams and golds. The curtains were even light and airy. There was also a balcony that overlooked the garden in the backyard of the mansion. A rather large and gorgeous garden full of colorful flowers blooming.

If it had been under any other circumstances, I would have been in complete awe of this place. It was beautiful, there was no doubt. Grand, for certain. A home most girls I knew back home would kill for. Here it was to be mine. I the lady of such a grand estate…yet I couldn’t help but to feel the anxiety tightening in my gut.

“Should you need anything, Mademoiselle, do not hesitate to ask.” Sebastian told me. “Le thermae is just down the hall should you wish to take a bath to freshen up. Monsuier le Comte has also left a present for you in the closet. I believe he would like for you to wear it to the dinner tonight.”

“I see…thank you.” I replied.

“Pardon me for asking, but is there anything I can assist you with?” Sebastian asked.

“Could…could you tell me about le Comte?” I asked after only a moment of hesitation.

“Ah, you are nervous about marrying a man you haven’t yet met.”

“Yes, that’s exactly it.” I replied. “What is he like?”

“He is a good man. A generous man.” Sebastian answered. “Though, I am sure nothing will assuage your fears as much as meeting him will. You shall see him tonight, fret not.”

Sebastian gave me no chance to ask any further questions and then he was gone. I sighed as I walked over to the closet and opened it up. Inside there was a rather beautiful dress, of gold silk with cream-colored flowers adorning it in places. On the vanity in the room there was a pair of long elegant white gloves. There was a jewelry box and I walked over to it, opening it…earrings, a necklace, and a bracelet to match the dress.

Just then there was a knock on the door and my mother was peeking her head in. “Ah, my dearest, it seems Monsuier le Comte is pulling out all of the stops for you.” She said, her eyes lighting up as she looked around the room and took notice of the dress and jewelry.

“Yes…it seems he wants a doll to dress up.”

Mother frowned. “Come, come. Let’s go freshen up. Those baths the butler mentioned sounded nice. That should help you relax a bit.”

I nodded. “Sure.” Though I knew a bath wouldn’t help me. Nothing would.

I was so anxious that I couldn’t even bring myself to take in the beauty of the bath. How elegant the room was and how warm the water was. Mother made sure that she helped me to scrub, something about getting the stink of travel off of me.

After the bath, we went right back to my room to get ready for the evening. Mother helped me to get ready, putting on the dress and accessories le Comte had gifted me. There must have been a king’s ransom in the diamonds and pearls that now adorned me.

“You look beautiful, dearest.” Mother told me, smiling warmly as she looked at me. “This le Comte has good taste.”

“It is lovely.” I replied as I looked at myself in the mirror. Though I could hardly recognize myself. Yes, we’d done our best to have nice things, but even with the fortune our family business had amassed, there were still some things out of reach.We were new money and generally looked down upon by those of old money.

Just then there was a knock on the door. “Are you ready, Mother? Sister?”

“Yes, we are. You can come in Thomas.” Mother called.

“Sebastian said that dinner isn’t quite ready yet, but we are permitted in the parlor where there are drinks waiting.” Thomas told us. “Perhaps some wine might help to calm you nerves, Sister.”

“Wine can be good for the nerves.” Mother agreed, looping her arm through mine.

“Right.”

The three of us left my room and headed down the stairs. We went to the parlor, where there were indeed drinks awaiting us. There were also some ordesvours. There were no signs however, of my fiance. “Here Sister, have some wine.” Thomas told me as he handed me a glass of wine.

“Thank you…” I replied, taking the glass, though I really wasn’t sure it would help me at all.

Just then Sebastian was coming into the room followed by a group of three men. One had jade eyes and the strangest hair color…it was a mixture of…black or dark blue and gray…? There was also a man with blue eyes and blond hair and a warm smile. The third man had a kind of bluish hair and bright blue eyes. Who were these men? Was one of them my fiance?

Sebastian bows to us. “Monsuier le Comte has only just returned. He has gone to freshen up.” Sebastian told us. “Though he didn’t want you to be bored, so he wanted some of his closest friends to greet you and keep you company. These are Monsuiers Napoleone, Vincent, and Arthur.”

With those introductions out of the way, Sebastian left the room. The three men came over my family and I. “Welcome, it is nice to meet you all.” Napoleone greeted us.

Vincent smiled and I swear I thought I heard angels singing. “And we are happy to welcome you here. Especially you, Madamouselle Colette.”

“Yes, it’s great to meet the bird who could get old Comte to settle down.” Arthur added.

I was surprised when I heard each of the men speak. I couldn’t quite place Napleone’s accent, it almost seemed somewhere between Italian and French? Vincent had a Dutch accent? I think it was anyways.

“Ah, another Englishman!” Thomas declared immediately latching onto Arthur.

“Yes, Comte has quite the collection of us.” Arthur replied.

“A collection?” Mother asked.

“Don’t listen to this idiot.” Napoleone said, shooting a look at Arthur. “Monsuier le Comte likes to support the arts. Arthur here is a writer and Vincent is a painter.”

“Oh, so he’s charitable and a patron of the arts!” Mother declared, turning to look at me. “That sounds like a good man.”

“He’s something.” Napoleone agreed.

We all stood or sat in the parlor together then, Mother and Thomas easily starting conversation with the three men. I would speak up every so often, trying to find out more information on le Comte…yet I kept getting very little…it may as well have been nothing. Arthur would say a bit more than the others, but something about his demeanor told me he wasn’t entirely serious.

I could feel my anxiety getting to me and that parlor suddenly felt very tiny and warm. “Excuse me a moment.” I muttered. “I…need some air.”

I didn’t give anyone time to stop me. I exited the parlor and started wandering through the mansion, looking for an exit. I wasn’t even sure where I was going, but I soon found myself out in the garden I had seen from my balcony. Little did I know, I was being watched.

Taglist: @zulablaise @violettduchess @kisara-16 @tele86

@otomewonderland @lovely-bubb1es @lucyw260 @queengiuliettafirstlady

@eventinelysplayground

[onegianthotmess]

Theo and Jane, but make it Tangled AU-

I’ll do that at some point.

But I’ll let that idea roll around in your heads for a while.

HEHEHEHEHWHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHEHEHEHEAAAAA-!!!

[dear-mrs-otome]

An event?? For Theo and Jean???? Be still my heart 💘

[ana-thedaydreamer]

Ikemen Vampire - High School AU - Student ID Card Version

Vampire Academy - School Year 2019 - Arc 1 suitors

You are a new transfer student into the academy, your new teacher hands you a student list in your class, who is gonna be your study buddy 🤭

Class President: Napoleon Bonaparte - Fav subject: P.E

Class Vice President: Isaac Newton - Fav subject: Physics

Music Club President: Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart - Fav subject: Music

Art Club President: Leonardo Da Vinci - Fav subject: Non-specific (born genius, Class sleepy-head)

Art Club Member: Theodorus and Vincent Van Gogh - Fav subject: English (Theo - for wise communication), Art (Vincent)

The silent member: Jean D’Arc - Fav subject: P.E (P.E bestie with Napoleon)

Literature Club President: Arthur Conan Doyle - Fav subject: Literature, Math

Here are their student card 😆😆😆😆😆

[violettduchess]

Howdy Folks!

I'm so excited about @candied-boys CountryRadio Event that I'm opening up requests for 24 hours!

Pick one of the awesome prompts provided (or make up your own!) for any of the Ikepri / Ikevamp suitors!

Make sure to let me know if you have a preference for angst, fluff or spicy and YES I will write your OC if you want to request it! You are also welcome to request either of my OCs as well! 😉

I've written 3 Cowboy AUs already (Gilbert, Chevalier, Jin) and am currently working on a Cyran fic.

As always, I can't guarantee fulfillment of every request but I hope that doesn't deter you from asking 💜