#ikevamp charles-henri

[onegianthotmess]

HELP!

I’m in the middle of part two of chapter four of Charles-Henri’s route and I just want him to hug me and squish my face and pat my head!!!

I’m so lonely!

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[nosyp]

IkeVamp chars reacting to someone harassing you

A/N = stepping into the waters of ikevamp Edited 5.10.25 = I edited some and uhh I added the missing people I'm so very sorry

Napolean Bonaparte

Napoleon would look the harasser up and down, then his voice goes on to lecture the harasser.

"Leave now, or I’ll make you wish you had." He would say as his gaze sharpens, hinting at his military background. "This will not end well for you if you continue."

If the harasser doesn't take him seriously, Napoleon's not gonna be as nice as before. "You’re testing the wrong person. Do you really want to deal with the full weight of my wrath?"

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Mozart would dramatically throw his hands up in exasperation, his tone playful yet scathing.

"Oh, how clever of you to harass someone who’s so clearly out of your league! Tell me, is this your best performance?" He'd laugh mockingly.

If the harasser doesn't back off, Mozart would quip, "You’ve already missed your chance to impress me, darling. Best leave before you make a fool of yourself."

Leonardo da Vinci

With a calm and inquisitive expression, Leonardo would step forward, his tone collected but firm.

"I find it curious that someone of your... intellect would waste time with such unseemly actions." His voice is steady, as though speaking to an inferior subject.

He’d pause, eyes narrowing, "I suggest you reconsider your actions. People of my stature do not tolerate such behavior. And I’m sure you’re aware of the consequences."

Arthur Conan Doyle

Arthur would straighten up, giving the harasser a cold look and say: "Really? This is your idea of making a lasting impression?"

He’d then calls the harasser directly. "If you think for even a fleeting moment that you have any sort of control here, you’ve gravely underestimated both of us."

"You may want to rethink this, as I’m certain your motives could be better directed elsewhere," he continues calmly threatening. You wonder how he does that.

Vincent van Gogh

Vincent’s normally calm demeanor would crack, his voice trembling with emotion. "You have no right... no right to treat them this way!"

He steps in front of the reader, glaring at the harasser. "You don’t know who you’re messing with, do you? I won't stand for it!"

As the tension builds, Vincent’s face hardens, "Leave them alone, now. I’ll make sure you regret it if you don’t."

Theodore

Theodore would step in between you and the harasser. His voice calm but stern as he calls them out. "This is not the way to behave, and you know it."

He’ll politely and as nicely as he could give the harasser a chance to surrender and back down. "I’d advise you to walk away, before I’m forced to make you understand how serious I am."

If necessary, he’d become more forceful: "I am not one for drama, but I will not let you make this a problem."

Osamu Dazai

Dazai’s initial response would be a smirk, his tone sarcastic. "Oh, how bold of you. You really think you can harass them without consequences?"

He’d lean in slightly, his smile darkening. "You’re funny. But not in a good way."

If things escalate, Dazai’s tone would shift, becoming chilling. "You’ve just made a very bad decision. One I won’t be forgetting anytime soon."

Isaac Newton

Isaac would raise an eyebrow, voice level and logical. "I’m afraid your actions are... quite irrational."

He would calmly explain, "Such behavior is not only disrespectful but also entirely unnecessary. You should consider the consequences of your actions before they escalate further."

"I believe I’ve made myself clear," Isaac would finish, his voice stern with an undercurrent of intellectual superiority.

Jean d'Arc

Jean would stand tall, his voice unwavering as he faces the harasser. "You dare approach them in such a manner?"

He’d take a step forward, eyes burning with determination. "You will not continue this harassment. I will protect them, no matter what it takes."

"This is your last warning," his tone is commanding. "Leave now, before you regret it."

William Shakespeare

With a mocking fake smile, William would deliver his saying as if he was in a theatrical drama. "Thou art a fool, sir. A poor, unfortunate fool!"

His voice is laced with irony. "Do you not see the folly in your actions? I’d advise you to take your leave while there is still time for you to save face."

"For thou shall not win this battle of geniuses," Shakespeare would say. "And in this exchange, you are the one who loses."

Comte de Saint-Germain

Saint-Germain would speak in a low, controlled voice, his rich man tone giving him an air of superiority. "I am not one for unpleasantness, but you’ve given me no choice."

He would tilt his head, an elegant smirk on his lips. "You will leave, now. I assure you, it’s in your best interest."

If the they don't stop, Comte's fake, warm smile would turn into a cold, still fake smile. "You clearly don’t know who you’re dealing with. I suggest you correct that mistake— before I do it for you."

Sebastian

Sebastian’s tone would be smooth and polite, though there’s danger present in it. "Excuse me, sir, but I believe you’ve mistaken this person’s boundaries."

He would take a step closer, don't get it wrong, his voice is still calm but now having an unmistakable threat. "I’m sure you’ll find your behavior unwise in the end."

If the harasser continues, Sebastian would smile coldly. "I won’t repeat myself, but I do expect you to leave— immediately."

Vlad

His eyes narrow the second he notices. He doesn't say anything at first. It's just cold, suffocating silence.

Then he takes a step and another and then he's between you and the harasser. An intimidating calm expression is plastered on his face that’s somehow worse than him yelling.

“You’ve made a grave mistake.” One sentence, low and final. And you never see that person again.

Johann Georg Faust

He tilts his head slightly, an 'analyzing' look at the situation as if it’s a specimen under a microscope.

Then he looks him in the eye. “Do you know what happens to pests in my lab?” he asks, tone eerily gentle.

You blink, and suddenly the harasser is gone. Faust is now smiling at you like nothing happened.

Charles-Henri Sanson

He instantly positions himself in front of you, protective and eerily calm.

“You’re brave to act like that in front of an executioner.” he says in a condescending tone.

He doesn’t need to raise his voice. The energy surroundhing him alone sends the harasser running— unless they’re too stupid to get the hint.

[cherryblubb]

cutie patootie charles is working hard to grow flowers for you

[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: a handful of insecurities the ikemen guys would adore.

WARNINGS: none!! :D

COMMENTS: happy holidays everyone!! i hope this makes at least one person feel loved by their fav <3 just know that this isnt a decisive list and that no matter your insecurity your favorite suitor would adore you to bits.

you might think that they're silly for adoring your stomach so much, worshiping any extra fat or polished muscle you possess. they revel in your softness, burying their face into your midsection whenever they get the chance, kissing the skin there when they wake up and resting a hand over your belly button when you two go to sleep. if you’re ticklish there, watch out, because they take great joy in poking and prodding you just to hear you giggle.

arthur, dazai, will, charles, luke, silvio, edgar, kyle, seth, loki, masamune, mitsunari, motonari.

they don't understand what’s so embarrassing about your body hair. to them, it adds a sort of human softness to your legs as they run their hands down your calves, feeling the slight prickle of where each strand begins and ends. they think it’s beautiful, smiling so softly as they cup your knee, rubbing their thumbs across your skin. they do the same to your arms, cherishing every inch of your body,  just to remind you that even if you don’t like your body hair, they do because it's you.

leonardo, vincent, faust, clavis, zero, sirius, fenrir, mitsuhide, shingen.

your nose is often where their kisses land, sprinkling the bridge of it with their love and affection. they caress your face so tenderly as they bump their nose against yours, and you can feel the smile on their lips when they lean in to kiss you again. no matter what shape or what size, they will never stop thinking that your nose suits you just perfectly.

isaac, jean, leon, yves, sariel, keith, jonah, luka, dean, oliver, hideyoshi, keiji.

they think your acne and your scars are beautiful, even if you hate the way they look on your body. they insist it could never take away from your beauty, that you will always and forever be radiant, even with the red marks and the dull, faded scars. they’ll help you take care of them so you aren’t hurt, but they will never let you believe that you’re ugly. that word should not be associated with you, not when you have constellations speckled across your face and scars that are on their precious love and their precious love alone.

napoleon, sebastian, licht, nokto, alter keith, ray, dalim, mousse, yukimura, kanetsugu, kicho.

...and along with acne, they know you could never look prettier, especially not without your cellulite or stretch marks or anything in between. they trace the folds and warps in your skin with reverence because you are their love, their light, and their darling, and for as long as they live they want nothing more than to be able to hold you. because you are a human being who is worthy of love, if not for your humanity then because of your humanity.

mozart, theo, comte, vlad, jin, chevalier, rio, gilbert, lancelot, harr, blanc, nobunaga, ieyasu, ranmaru, kenshin, sasuke, yoshimoto, kennyo.

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Charles Henri-Sanson

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

CW: Slightly suggestive.

I was at a restaurant with Charles for a meal.

We sat at the counter, placed our orders, and waited for the food to arrive.

Mitsuki: "Charles, we can't do this here."

His hand, hidden under the table, lifted my skirt and gently touched my thigh.

Charles: "Really? Don't you think it's more exciting to do something like this in secret?"

Charles: "The thrill of possibly getting caught might make it even more pleasurable."

Even though the restaurant had a dim, relaxed atmosphere, if we did anything noticeable, it would be immediately obvious.

(What if someone sees us?)

As I grew anxious, he whispered playfully to me.

Charles: "You look so adorable all dressed up; I just couldn't help myself."

Mitsuki: "Charles."

His happy expression made it impossible for me to stop him, even though I knew it was wrong.

(I guess it's okay if it's just a little touch on the thigh.)

My body was heating up.

I thought I could endure it until the food arrived, but...

Charles: "You have to keep quiet, okay?"

He said that and slid his hand inside my underwear, touching me intimately.

Mitsuki: "----!"

I gasped just as the waiter arrived with our aperitifs.

Even as the glasses were being prepared, Charles teased me discreetly under the table.

(Why isn't he stopping?)

Charles: "............"

I bit my lip to endure the pleasure, but the overwhelming, sweet wave of sensation crashed over me.

(I can't hold on anymore.)

Charles: "It looks like we don't have a napkin. Could you bring one over, please?"

At Charles's request, the waiter left the table.

At the same time, his fingers stopped moving, and I took a deep breath.

Mitsuki: "Charles, we really shouldn't be doing this."

Charles: "But I just wanted to feel more excited with you."

He gave a mischievous smile, leaned close to my ear, and whispered provocatively.

Charles: "As a reward for holding back your moan, I'll pleasure you even more."

Charles: "Can you still endure?"

(What?)

Mitsuki: "Wait..."

Before I could stop him, his fingers started moving again, reigniting the smoldering heat inside me.

Struggling to keep quiet, I quickly reached my peak.

Unable to resist the urge for more pleasure, I let him lead me as we moved to a different location.

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[arthurs-puppygirl]

Bi icon Charles-Henri (and perhaps poly) 🩷💜💙

also over protective Dazai ^^”

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[ikemen-cum-blog]

I really must be healing because 2 years ago I would have cried for days over this

[etheries1015]

As long as you don't mind, maybe Theo, Arthur, Charles and Shakespeare comforting a fem! S/O going through a emotional flashback?(where you feel the old emotions, but it doesn't feel like you're there there; I know for me I get really dissociated during/after and stim nonstop while blasting music to help ground). Only if you're up for it of course and it's something you'd feel comfy writing ❤️ Thank you so much lovely!

Oh my gosh slay my first ikevamp request thank you this is such a good idea!! I hope you don't mind I implemented a scenario I feel would be a relatable emotional experience: somebody brings up your family, friends, or past loved ones, and you can't help but think back at your life before and begin to spiral and question your choices.

Ikemen Vampire x reader - How they comfort you

Featuring: Theo, Arthur, Shakespeare, Charles

TW: Descriptions of disassociation and (very mild) panic attacks.

General warnings: Fem pronouns, not too in-depth but I hope it's still okay!

Theo:

Theo I would say is not particularly the best at comforting, and does it in more of a round about way. However he can't help but need to do something....you're far too distracted while on the job. He had you come along with a few business deals with artists and nobles, and one specific thing a noble had said to you made you begin to think.

"Ah! Theo, and the lovely lady (y/n)! I've heard you have been established as a couple now, correct? Great for you! I'm sure your family must be happy you're with someone as stand up as good old theodorus here, huh?" One of the artists you had the pleasure of meeting blurted out. He hadnt meant anything by it and you knew this, however this was the start of you spiraling. The remaining amount of time you spent out and about with theo involved your eyes wandering to the ground, barely blinking while he led you by holding your hand. Your strides were slow and sluggish, and you had barely spoken a word ever since that incident. Finally you returned back to the mansion after he had finally called it a day, theo practically dragging you to his bedroom.

"What's going on with you hondje?" His eyebrows furrowed, "you've been weird ever since-" he stopped short of his sentence when he noticed tears filling your eyes which were colorless, your body slumping on the bed while you tried to distract yourself from the tears by picking at your nails. You simply shook your head, the words unable to form into coherent sentences thus silence was the best option for you. Theo didnt hesitate to wrap his strong arms around you and immediately begin to rub circles on your back, not pushing you any further to share what was going on.

He was content in the silence with you, he was a patient enough man to allow you to return to yourself in your own terms. Although he was gruff and often seen as outwardly brash and rough, however he knows when to hold back his often difficult attitude. Thus the next hour was him simply holding you in his arms, your light sobs soon evening out as you drifted into a slumber within his strong grasp. After laying you gently upon the bed, Theo made sure to take the following day off, for he knew he must dedicate that time to you.

Arthur:

You had began to make preparations for your wedding with Arthur, one of those things of course being a wedding dress. There were so many to choose from, and on top of being stressed about the whole ordeal and your anxiety creeping in, one of the tailors who were measuring you had nonchalantly said, "Oh dear, your parents must be ecstatic! Now tell me, where are they now? Shouldn't your mother at least be here for you while finding a dress for her precious daughters wedding?" You hesitated before gently responding to her that your mother lived abroad and you communicated by letter, and the woman quickly dropped the topic with a quick apology. The room suddenly felt thick and heavy, your chest tightened as you forced the tears that brimmed your eyes back. It wasn't until you stepped into the mansion after your dress endeavors, quickly rushing past any of the residents without so much as a "Hello." Its not as if you really noticed anyone anyways, your peripheral vision blurred and you felt numb. Any voices you heard drowened out, your mind wandering elsewhere. You wanted to be alone, you wanted to burry your face into your knees and try to cry, to forget the world exists, and fade away. you didnt feel real right now, you didnt feel like...you.

"Love!" You heard a familiar voice break you out or your trance, and panic began to set in.

Oh no.

You began to walk faster, 'don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry,' you kept telling yourself, 'If I see him, I will definitely cry.' And just as you had suspected, Arthur quickly caught up to you and grabbed your arm gently, a look of concern in his deep blue eyes. Your walls had cracked and the floodgates poured. He immediately pulled you into a tight embrace, swaying with you in his arms from side to side as you sobbed into his chest. Before long he was pulling you into his bedroom, instructing you to lay on his bed. He covered you gently with blankets and had gotten you water (and himself some coffee, of course.) He tried to get you to tell him what was wrong but knows better than to force you to talk. So, instead, he will lie down next to you caressing your hair. Your breathing began to even out, the repeated feeling of his gentle touch had calmed you down. You then spend the next few hours talking out your issues while Arthur peppered your face and jawline with kisses and continued to give you as much support as he possibly could.

Shakespeare:

"Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name. Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love and I'll no longer be a Capulet!"

The familiar line rang in your ears as the play went on, yet another rendition of your boyfriends ever so popular "Romeo and Juliet." However, this time, the words drowned out and you found yourself staring blankly at the stage. You could see blurred lines moving around in act, and words that were being called out as the play continued forward. Yet you were not listening to any of it. Memories of the past had bubbled up into your mind instead, memories of reading Romeo and Juliet for the first time, perhaps studying Shakespeare with your classmates in school, plays that would take place in your world, and faces of people you were once familar with playing those roles. You began to feel numb, devoid of emotions, living in the past without noticing Shakespeare had lay his hand upon your own in obvious concern.

"(Y/n)," he whispered into your ear, "what ails you, my love? Be not afraid to confide in me, let free that in which plagues thy mind," he coaxed. You let out a trembling sigh and simply shook your head in an indication that you had no intention to explain it right now, it wasn't the time or place, nor were you in the right headspace. He let out a slight sigh and rubbed his thumb loving over your knuckles whilst resuming his gaze on the stage, your mind wandering off once again in those memories now turned sour.

Once you had returned home to the villa, Shakespeare attempting to speak to you in the carriage left him feeling uneasy. You seemed far off, looking out of the window while responding in small one-word increments that left him mildly frustrated. Finally unable to contain the annoyance of being brushed off and failing to get you to speak to him, he had decided to grab your wrists and pin you to the bed, his eyes staring into your own with a hint of annoyance along with the overwhelming concern in his furrowed brows. he was about to demand you tell him what was possibly going on, however sudden movement caused you to finally break down, the tears that had been building up poured over and you began to sob. Any sign of annoyance was quickly replaced by pure panic and love, he removed his hands from your wrists immediately and pressed you into his chest. While smoothing your hair down he spoke poems into your ears, trying his best to distract you from whatever was bothering you. An hour went by and he had recited many of the lines from his plays, not even noticing you had ended up falling asleep within his arms... When you awoke you would find yourself comfortably tucked into bed, a cup of tea and little desserts awaiting you with your lover sitting and reading over a script. He wasn't particularly a patient one...however for you, he was willing to do anything to make it all better.

Charles:

You weren't into it this time, the kisses he places along your jawline and hands lovingly caressing your sides didn't leave you shivering in pleasure per usual. You were staring up at the ceiling, eyes void and staring out into space, laying still while your boyfriend halted his sensual advances. He furrowed his eyebrows in concern and lifted his head to reach your gaze as he hovered over you.

"(Y/n)?" Charles asked with a tremble in his voice, "are you...okay? Am I not doing a good job? I'm sorry I-" you interrupted him with a sigh and a shaking hand pressing up against his chest, pushing him gently enough for him to understand to remove himself from on top of you. You sat up with your shoulders slumped over and your hair obscuring your peripheral vision and staring down at your hands.

"I just..." You choked out, "just...remembering some stuff," you said, "don't wanna talk about it..." Your voice was barely above a whisper, yet the lack of animation in your movements and tone had strongly caused Charles to worry. He planted a kiss on the top of your head before removing himself from the bed, putting his shirt back on and buttoning it up.

"Well...then you just rest for now, and I will be back with some food! Food always makes things better," He said with attempted enthusiasm. You had not replied. With a sad smile, Charles kissed your forehead once more before leaving you to your own devices, understanding that you may need some space in order to collect your thoughts and feelings. When he had returned, you had covered yourself with blankets. He tried to resist the urge to set down anything and everything and bombard you with a tight squeeze, instead, he gently lay the food upon the tablet in the room, taking a seat next to you as your light sobs were not gone unnoticed by his ears. Charles removed the blanket from the top of your head, cooing in your ear, "I have food here for you, and tea made fresh by yours truly...would you try it, please?" He asked, puppy eyes to try and lure you out. You simply shook your head. With a defeated sigh Charles resorted to humming a tune and drawing circles on your back, he felt your trembling begin to come to a halt and your breathing evening out.

He knew when you were ready and able to confide in him, he was going to smother you with as much of his love as he possibly could. Perhaps together you could learn to forget both of your worries of the past for a little while...

Bonus: Imagine Mozart just playing piano for you. you're crying softly but he doesn't mind, he just continues to play until it eventually lulls you into a gentle sleep. He isn't good at comforting, but his music can convey how he feels about you.

[aquagirl1978]

[yanderepuck]

He's going to haunt me in my dreams I swear

[cherryblubb]

wanted to post it as a loop too hehe

[ohnoohnoohnonotagain]

Charles is basically advertising their polyamory and recruiting. I'm all for it.

[hhoneypop]

@hhoneypop. — “ make me feel like i am breathing. . . feel like i am human. . . ”