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Theo: The First Taste of You

Ikemen Vampire Fanfiction  (April 2020) masterlist Theodorus Van Gogh x Female Reader Word Count: 2500 Disclaimer: Ikemen Vampire characters are the rightful property of Cybird. Warnings: Minor spoilers for Vincent’s route. Angst/Fluff (Mention of injury and blood) Premise: You didn’t mean to break the hour glass. Usually you were so careful. You lived in a house full of vampires after all. You’d accidentally cut yourself in the kitchen once while helping with dinner and Sebastian gave you the scolding of your life! While the residents made great efforts to be civil there were still precautions to be taken. Plus, causing any of the other residents discomfort when they had all—in their own way—welcomed you and made a place for you in the mansion? That was the last thing you wanted to do! Yet, despite your efforts, there was another time Isaac had to leave the room after you had a mishap in the Library. Leonardo was there too and he simply laughed as he helped you bandage your hand. “You need to be more careful Cara Mia.” He had teased. “Please don’t tell Sebastian!” You sighed. “He really let me have it last time. I promise to be more cautious!!” Leonardo had laughed and agreed to keep your secret. You were indeed very careful the next week or so afterwards. Wearing gloves when it was appropriate and taking extra precautions when you could not. Yet this time… you were not so fortunate. Theo You cursed as you wrapped your handkerchief as tightly around your wrist as you could manage hoping that would stop the bleeding. You closed your eyes for a moment willing the dizzy feeling to go away.

This only happened when you were hurt. It wasn’t a problem if another person was injured. It was so stupid! Why did it matter if you were bleeding? Yet your brain seemed to malfunction like this and you had to calm yourself down or pass out. Not that the second option had happened more than once or twice. At last the room seemed to grow steadier and you were able to begin cleaning up the mess you made. Then after properly bandaging your wrist you headed over to Le Comte’s room to tell him about the accident. “__?” Vincent called to you stopping you in the hallway before you reached Le Comte’s office. “The carriage is waiting. Are you ready to go?” “Vincent? You’re back already?” You ask a little confused. “I came back for you because Sebastian said you weren’t ready when we left earlier.” “You came back? Oh, I’m sorry Vincent! Yes! Let’s go. I wouldn’t want to keep everyone waiting.” You had promised you would help Theo and Vincent clean up after the art exhibition Theo was holding tonight. The artist guild didn’t look kindly on how Theo ran these things or what he allowed to be exhibited. Yet the clever art dealer still managed to maneuver around their stifling rules in order to promote artists he felt deserved to be noticed. Consequently, Theo needed to clear out the place the artwork was shown before it was confiscated or worse. This meant some rather intense time spent both setting up and taking down the artwork. Tonight, they would be taking down and stowing each item safely away, or delivering it to the person who purchased it. This was not the first time you helped Theo and Vincent and you were determined to pitch in tonight. You’d simply ran behind when cleaning up after dinner and insisted Sebastian go on ahead of you because he always seemed to be a great deal more help than you were. You and Vincent hurried to the café where Theo was holding the event. The two of you hardly emerged from the carriage before several of Theo’s “henchmen,” as you called them, were hauling things out to it. “They need to be stored until Theo makes certain they’ve been paid for in full.” Vincent explained as you followed him inside. “The ones being delivered have already left in another carriage.” Inside you found a flurry of movement as the exhibition was taken down piece by precious piece. Theo was both working and giving orders looking only slightly worse for wear after the long couple of days he had spent putting this together.

It took only a few moments of assessment before you decided to ignore the moving artwork and instead focus on setting up the café for business the next day. Theo had asked you to take precarious notes so that the owners weren’t put out by the art invasion they’d agreed to allow. It also made it less likely they would feel the repercussions from the art guild if there was little or no evidence that they were involved. You were done with the majority of it before you realized that the café had gone still. You glanced around noting that the artwork you had so carefully put on display the past few days had completely evacuated the premises. You couldn’t help but sigh a bit sadly. It certainly felt more drab in here without the breathtaking pieces that had been displayed adding vibrant color. “Was that a sigh of relief, hondje? It sounded suspiciously sad to me.” Theo said as he came back in to check over the shop. “Perhaps you were wishing someone would pat your head and tell you how good you were? Maybe offer you a treat.” “Sorry Theo, but head pats aren’t exactly on my list of favorite things.” You reply and continue working. “Did everything turn out according to plan?” “More or less.” He shrugged glancing at the diagram you were using to set everything back up before starting in on the heavier furniture. “Vincent said he’d be back with a carriage in just a few minutes to pick us up.” “So, you’re henchmen are storing all the artifacts?” You ask. “If I’m found with them it will be easy for the guild to prosecute me as an art dealer. They can simply claim to be delivery men.” Theo shrugged between lifting tables and chairs and arranging them. “You trust them that much?” You ask in surprise. “They both have good reason to do as I ask. So yes.” Theo smiled and started whistling. Great. Theo whistling usually meant maladies were afoot. You had learned that the hard way when Arthur ended up ridiculously drunk after sharing a little too much information about his bestie with you. So, you decide not to ask. “I was just thinking empty it feels without everything here. The exhibition was really amazing Theo.” He shrugged. “I think that’s just what happens when you enjoy your job. It’s easy to make it an experience to remember. I’m sure that’s why Vincent can paint the way he does.” “Hmmm that was deep. Do you mind if I quote you on that when I get back to the future?” “I’ll manage to find you in the future and punish you for it if you do.” “Okay! Okay! Sheesh! I wouldn’t want to tarnish your good name or anything.” You teased back. Theo chuckled then paused. “Are you feeling okay, hondje?” “Yes. Why? Does it look like some masochist art dealer overworked me?” You joked. “No, I’m serious you look pale and…” Theo set down the last table and came over to you inspecting your face close enough to make you blush. “Come on! I’m fine Theo! Let’s just finish this and—” You broke off when he grabbed your wrist lifting it up to inspect it. Oh. He removed the glove you’d been wearing. Theo had recommended you use them while handling the artwork so as not to get fingerprints all over them. He pulled off the glove to reveal the bandage soaked through with blood.

“I didn’t realize it—” You broke off when you saw Theo’s expression. The usually fearless smirking art dealer appeared almost pale. “You came here… like this?” Theo’s words wavered. You pulled your hand back shuffling to the sink in the kitchen to clean and rebandage the room. You knew there was a box of bandages below the sink and you were just wrapping one around your wrist before the world was spinning to fast. You leaned against the counter taking deep breaths as you attempted to calm yourself. It was just a little blood. It didn’t even matter! Just breathe. You’re fine. Just breath. “__?” Theo’s voice actually sounded worried. “Do I need to go get… well someone? To help you?” “It’s fine. I wrapped it tight enough to stop the bleeding. I’m just a bit dizzy.” “You weren’t bleeding bad enough to be light headed were you?” “No, it’s just… how I am.” “How you are?” “I’m fine if it’s someone else. I can handle first aid just fine… it’s just when it’s me that’s hurt…. when it’s my blood my brain kind of panics or something.” “But… you’re okay right?” “Yes! Just a little dizzy. It goes away. I just need to rest for a minute.” Silence settled between them. For a moment you wondered if he left to finish working so the two of you would be finished by the time Vincent got back. Then you heard a noise. What the heck was that? “Theo?” You ask. “My feisty little hondje… is scared of blood?” Theo made the suspicious noise again. This time it sounded significantly more like… well almost like he was laughing. You peeked up at him and wished you hadn’t. That smirk wasn’t as evil as his usual expression but it certainly wasn’t friendly. Your face started burning with embarrassment and you hid your face in your arms. “Ugh! Shut up Theo!!” You felt those burning blue eyes on you and wished you could sink into a hole and disappear. Arg! You had worked so hard to help him tonight! And here he ends up laughing at you over your problematic mental phobia! How embarrassing! A gentle touch made you freeze. Theo sighed next to you and stroked your hair again. “I’m sorry hondje. I shouldn’t have laughed. Here I was planning to scold you for coming to an art exhibition full of vampires. Yet you didn’t even need that to regret it. Can I get you a drink of water or something?” “I think I’m okay now. Is Vincent waiting for us? Do we need to—” “I haven’t heard the carriage yet but we’re done here. We can go for a walk and get some air if that would help you feel better?” As you made your way outside Theo locked up behind the two of you. “Stay close hondje. Some stranger might think you’re a little kanbbeltje and try to take a bite.” He teased as you started down the street. You noticed he moved a couple of boxes from one side of the back door to the other to let Vincent know the two of you weren’t inside. You’d gone with Vincent to pick up Theo before but this was the first time you were on Theo’s side of their bro-code. You were out on the main street when Theo paused. “Take my arm will you hondje? It makes me nervous trying to keep track of you. Vincent will be angry if I allow you to get lost.” “You could just say it looks more natural like this. Or if you wanted to pull an Arthur—”

“No! No, I do not want to pull and Arthur!” Theo objected vehemently making you bust up laughing. “Well at least I know you’re feeling better if you’re trying to tick me off.” He sighs glancing over his shoulder. “Are you being followed?” You ask warily. “Yep.” “You know Arthur would explain the details of how he figured that out.” “Shut up.” “Fine. But if you’re worried tell me ok? Don’t pull a super-Theo and try to muscle through it on your own.” “Har har… come on. Let’s go in here for a bit.” “A pub?” You hesitate. “Okay, I’m worried. Come on we’ll be safer with a crowd and this is one of the places Arthur frequents.” “Meaning Vincent can find us here.” “Very good Kanbeltje I should take you to dinner.” “Never mind. I like grumpy Theo better. Sarcastic Theo is creepy.” “Do you need to constantly connect my name with adjectives?” “Only when you’re acting weird. I do this when you make me nervous.” You shrug. “Ah so I always make you nervous.” “Now it’s your turn to shut up.” You replied. He laughed and pulled you around a corner then immediately pressed you against a wall. “What are you doing?” You grunt suddenly very aware how close he was, and god those eyes were staring right into yours. “We need to convince them our little outing is all about us. So, play along.” His voice was a low growl that made you shiver. “I think you’re just enjoying pushing me around.” You grumbled attempting to be more angry than embarrassed. How did he smell so damn good after working like a—Oh god! His mouth brushed your ear! “You need to laugh or talk sweet to me or they won’t go away.” He whispered. “If I laugh, I am going to sound sadistic.” You whisper nervously. “My other option is to bite you.” He warned suggestively. “Awe you wouldn’t do that…” You sigh in as sultry voice as you can manage. “Wouldn’t I?” His voice was so sexy you almost couldn’t breathe. “How about we go upstairs and find out?” “Upstairs? S-sounds nice…” You caught yourself. “You are a terrible actress.” He hissed. “Remind me to pinch you later!” You hissed back. “Shit, you’re bleeding again.” He groaned his brows furrowing in real pain. “Oh… I’m sorry Theo. Is it really—” “It’s intoxicating.” His blue eyes met yours head on and there was a burning there that makes you gulp. Hiss grip on your arms tightens and he presses you more firmly against the wall. You swear if you were capable of taking a deep breath you’d be pressing against him. “You need to tell me to let you go right now, _. Or I won’t.” He warned. There was no escaping his gaze or his grasp on your own. You knew this yet you suddenly felt much more excited than afraid. “Theo….” You trail off. Is he still just pretending? Or does he mean that? “Say it hondje.” He demanded his voice sounded hollow. As though the words hurt him. You stare at him speechless. What are you supposed to do? Pretend to be angry and push him away? Was he really upset by your blood or was he just acting? You were suddenly too confused to tell. “If you won’t turn me away… this is your fault then.”

“My fau—” His large hands tangled into your hair and his breath brushed across your lips. You could almost taste his mouth and it made you feel so thirsty for his kiss. It suddenly didn’t matter to you if this was an act or if this was his reaction to you being so close to him with an open wound. You couldn’t help licking your lips as you dug deep for the courage to speak. “Don’t stop Theo.” You whispered. You couldn’t be sure but you thought you heard him chuckle just before his mouth overtook yours. The sensuous heat of his lips moved over your own in a teasing burning kiss. Their caress spoke of a tenacious temptation you were suddenly dying to experience. As the warmth of his kiss intensified you couldn’t resist darting your tongue out to taste his lips. He seemed to take that as an invitation and nipped at your tongue hungrily before chasing after it. Catching your lower lip playfully between his teeth with a sound that was somehow a mix between a purr and a growl. No sooner did he release his love bite than he sealed his mouth to yours with a passionate thrust. You didn’t bother to resist as his tongue pushed into your mouth tangling hungrily with yours. With firm sweeping motions that made logical thought impossible he summoned a moan with the assault he instigated through his kiss. You couldn’t think. You couldn’t breathe. All you knew was Theo’s kiss, his taste, and his scent. And that you knew you wanted more. Your body began to burn everywhere it pressed against the hard planes of his. Your hands fisted his shirt and a moan of disappointment escaped your lips when he pulled back. “Keep in mind we’re in public, hondje. So please don’t rip my shirt.” He chuckled brushing a kiss along your jaw before backing away completely. “They’ve gone. Come on we need to go out the back door.” He pulled you by your good wrist down the hall and out the back way. Exiting into the cool night air you realized your face was burning with the passion he built between you. You found yourself grateful he was in too much of a hurry to look at you closely as you rushed down the street to the corner. There you saw a familiar carriage was waiting for both of you in the lamplight.

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Dazai: The First Taste of You Ikemen Vampire (April 2020) Masterlist

Featuring: Osama Dazai x Female Reader Word Count: 1700 Warnings: Angst/Fluff (Mention of injury and blood) Disclaimer: Ikemen Vampire characters are not mine. They are the rightful property of Cybird.

Premise:

You didn’t mean to break the hour glass.

Usually you were so careful. You lived in a house full of vampires after all. You’d accidentally cut yourself in the kitchen once while helping with dinner and Sebastian gave you the scolding of your life!

While the residents made great efforts to be civil there were still precautions to be taken.

Plus, causing any of the other residents discomfort when they had all—in their own way—welcomed you and made a place for you in the mansion? That was the last thing you wanted to do!

Yet, despite your efforts, there was another time Isaac had to leave the room after you had a mishap in the Library. Leonardo was there too and he simply laughed as he helped you bandage your hand. “You need to be more careful Cara Mia.” He had teased.

“Please don’t tell Sebastian!” You sighed. “He really let me have it last time. I promise to be more cautious!!”

Leonardo had laughed and agreed to keep your secret. You were indeed very careful the next week or so afterwards. Wearing gloves when it was appropriate and taking extra precautions when you could not.

Yet this time… you were not so fortunate.

Dazai

You cleaned up the wound as best as you could. It was very deep and it took some time to stop the bleeding.

The cut ran along your left forearm. You had nearly toppled onto the hourglass when it fell over.

It was very fortunate you had managed not to sustain more damage.

You’d cleaned up the mess as well as you could after tending to the injury, all the while feeling very downcast. You knew Le Comte’s collection was precious to him. You only hoped you could find some way to make it up to him for your blunder.

After that fiasco you decided to don your elbow length gardening gloves, (Yes, they were Sebastian’s suggestion.) and head outside to get some fresh air. You were weeding one of your favorite flower beds near the gazebo when someone called to you.

“Yumeko-san? Are you hurt?”

“Oh! Dazai! You startled me!” You gasp. In the shade of the trees he appeared even more surreal than usual with his flowing traditional kimono and cape. Added to those fascinating golden eyes,

you could swear he was some personage from a fairytale approaching you with a task or riddle.

If you blundered the task or answered wrong you would spend the rest of your life as his servant. Yet, if you found success he would grant you a wish.

“Yes, I’m sorry. I was cleaning and cut my arm. I thought the scent of blood might be a little less potent out here.”

“Is it still bleeding?”

You shrug holding your arm protectively against you.

He chuckled and settled down next to you. “Now now, Yuri-san let me see it. I cannot leave a fair creature, like yourself, alone and distressed beneath a shade tree.”

His teasing summoned a smile as it always seemed to. His light airy attitude always seemed to brighten a room. Since arriving at the mansion you’d often found yourself grateful for his company and advice.

“I was just thinking you seemed like something out of a fairy tale… some creature approaching me with a riddle or a task.” You laugh a little and allow him to take your arm and remove the glove. The bandage was indeed soaked with blood.  You sighed in disappointment. Perhaps you had done a poor job of bandaging it after all.

“It must be very deep to bleed so much. How did you do this, Minako-san?” Dazai’s gentle eyes were so full of concern you decided to brush off the fact that he had just called you a third

incorrect name in less than five minutes. After all no matter how many times you corrected him he always called you something else.

“I was quite clumsy and knocked over one of Le Comte’s hourglasses. It fell and broke, then I managed to cut myself on the shards of glass. Now it appears I also did a poor job treating the

injury.”

“Let me get you a fresh bandage and I will see if we cannot manage better between the two of us.” Dazai smiled at you reassuringly before disappearing into the mansion in search of the first

aid supplies. Meanwhile you tried to calm your heart.

Holy France, he was so charming! There were times you wanted to reach out and touch his handsome face just to be sure he was real. His gentle smile had comforted you several times since your arrival. You found the oddities the other residents tended to tease him about unique and even endearing. He was always so kind and quick to offer you a bit of cheer. 

“Thank you, Dazai-san.” You said with a smile when he returned with a box of bandages. He settled down beside you and took your wrist gently in his hand angling it so he could see the wound clearly.

“Is this… difficult for you?” You ask in a pained voice as you noted your arm had begun to bleed again.

“I believe the Greek Labyrinth would have been an afternoon stroll compared to this.” He replied.

When you gasp he chuckles, however, earning a glare from you.

“Awe, don’t be like that Yuki-san. I jest to earn your smile not your anger.” He teased, those gold eyes glittering. You hissed as he began to disinfect the wound again.

“So, since this seems in many aspects a fairytale encounter… what should I claim as payment for my assistance?” He asked concentrating on his work.

“Payment?” You ask in surprise as you watch him wrap your arm tightly putting pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding. He then held it firmly for a few moments waiting for the flow of blood to slow.

“Yes. If this were a story I would certainly demand payment after helping a beautiful lady.”

You summon another laugh from him with the glare you cast his way.

“Do not make these faces. Even when you’re angry you are quite beautiful here in the garden. It is hardly fair.” He replaced the disinfectant in the box he brought out before extracting

the bandages. Meanwhile he kept pressure on the wound with his other hand. “So, if you were telling the story what would you offer?”

“I don’t know…” You flush just thinking about it. Here this beautiful man is holding your arm and it strikes you as quite an intimate position. Then he asks you for a reward?

“U-usually the lady would ask for a kiss but that’s hardly—”

You break off as his gentle smile changes to a teasing smirk.

You open your mouth to scold him for teasing you again when he suddenly moves much closer. So close you can feel his breath brush your cheek and count every lash surrounding those enchanting golden eyes. You gulp.

“So you would offer me a sweet taste of you… that’s quite a reward. Are you certain?” He seemed to be searching for an answer.

For just a moment you imagine it. The feel of his lips colliding with your own. What would his kiss taste like? Would it be sweet or passionate?

You were almost startled when he looked away from you and slowly unwrapped your arm to check the bleeding.

“Awe much better, Songo-san.” He smiled, bending your elbow to inspect the wound more closely.

A mixture of relief and disappointment flooded your heart. He was just playing with you.

“Dazai-sa—”

You broke off as he leaned forward and in and extremely erotic manor ran his tongue slowly—God so slowly—along your forearm. As he moved languidly across the opening of the wound it felt somehow both like a kiss and a caress at the same time.

The feeling of the tender warmth of his tongue tracing against your skin sent chills down your spine and halted your breathe in your lungs. When he drew back his gaze, that tender gaze, remained on your arm tracing the burning path his tongue had taken. You stared at him—speechless—as his expression grew pained. Pained as though your injury were his own. At last he sighed and rewrapped the

wound without meeting your gaze.

As your shock at his actions faded an embarrassing fire burned across your skin. Everywhere he touched seemed especially hot. Yet nothing burned hotter than your face as he finished wrapping

your arm and met your gaze.

“I fear I am unworthy of such a reward my sweet enchantress. Forgive me for taking some small pleasure while caring for you?”

There was a sadness in his eyes. A heartbreaking sadness. You

had sensed such sorrow from him before-catching rare glimpses of it when he sat alone and unguarded-yet he had never showed it so openly as he did now.

You doubted you would have been more shocked if he had kissed you full on the mouth.

“It was too much to claim I see. Forgive me then? I shall not make such a trespass again.”

He moved to go but you reached out to grab his arm.

“Wait!” You objected and he paused but shook his head.

“I have upset you.” He apologized again.

“It is not enough.” You say firmly.

“Enough?” He asks looking confused.

That sadness. His sadness. You could not allow him to leave like this. Not when you owed him for so many small moments where he managed to put you at ease or summoned your smile. How

could you abandon him to sadness when he’d been a light for your own lonely heart here in this mansion?

You gulp and push yourself forward before you can second guess your actions.

“Worthy or not you earned your reward, Dazai-san. I owe you a kiss.”

Surprise flashed in those golden eyes for just a moment. He hesitated and you feared he would indeed pull away. Or laugh and claim this was all but another joke. You weren’t certain you

could handle either reaction.

You barely had the chance to blink and he was there. His hot mouth brushing over yours with surprising zeal. His hands moved smoothly to touch you, bracing the back or your head with the warmth of his hands. His fingers tangling in your hair and thumbs urging your chin to tilt upward. Angling your mouth just right for him completely invade you.

Damn, how could he kiss like this? With the fury of a storm and the fervor of the tide crashing against the shore. Wave after wave of passion attempted to drown you as his tongue thrust deeper and deeper as though intending to consume you completely.

When he pulled back at last regret flooded his gaze. He was no longer sad. Instead he was consumed by pain as he panted for air.

No! You couldn’t let those feelings consume him. You couldn’t allow him to rebuild the walls around his heart that he used to shield others from this pain.

“Don’t please! Dazai—” Your hands gripped the cloth of his Kimono tangling into it desperately as your emotions tangled together inside you.

“Just one taste and we are already cast out of paradise?” He breathed unsteadily. “As you wish then, __.” No sooner had your name-not some other name but yours-left his lips than they

collided with yours again.

Whatever regret—whatever fate—lay before you, neither of you could know. Yet, after this you knew, despite whatever was to come, you could never take back this moment. Never again bury

these feelings which were now burning inside you. Whatever the future held… this moment would remain. Living and breathing inside your heart, until your heart itself grew still forever.