#ikevamp is amazing

[natimiles]

All For Love | Fight For Love | Virtue and Vice

[violettduchess]

@drewadoodle I literally squealed when you sent me this.

Despite all the writing I do, I cannot accurately express how much I LOVE this. Just wholeheartedly love it.

I very rarely fangirl but not only did you draw Leonardo, who will always hold a special place in my heart, but you drew him with me! WHAT.

I love this. I adore you.

[cloudcountry]

Ikevamp but in every route, the mc is a big fan of the character

Can I get a hell yea-

HELL YES THAT WOULD HAVE MADE WILL'S ROUTE EVEN CUTER

[kissmetwicekissmedeadly]

I GOT THE EYES 😭😭😭❤️❤️

I rarely change anything about my mc avatar that is not clothes bcs it has to be purple (or pinkish) eyes and blonde hair (and the hair i have rn costed me like 10k f2p dia 🫠from a story set...dont even wanna get another one soon!) BUT THESE!!! THEY'RE SO COOL AND FIT MY CRITERIA 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️ HEART EYESSS FOR NAPO!!

Im 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 ahhhhh it's even better than i imagined!!

And getting the eyes got me on third place in his rankings!! 😂😂 Not for long lol

Still, a memorable moment for the nunuche who cant effort to rank in most events ✊🏻

[writingwhimsey]

AGREED!

Bc I wanna talk about it. Ikevamp card ideas: them wearing traditional clothes from their home country

Aka putting Arthur in a kilt

I want to see Faust in a stupid ass lederhosen

Put Theo in some damn wooden clogs

I WANT WILL AND LEONARDO IN STUPID ASS RENAISSANCE OUTFITS.

[mxzyuu]

Happy Birthday to our sweet boy Ellis!

While I did not plan anything special for today, still, I felt that I had to post smth to show my appreciation to this man.

I don't usually make greetings to any suitor/character but this one is special~

So anyway, Ellis is actually the one who got me into ikevil when it was still only released in jp. Thank pinterest for showing me such a cutie, immediately became my lockscreen after seeing him😌 It was an amazing encounter, I didn't think I'd get hooked on another otome game after ikevamp. Elbert may be my favorite now, but you, Ellis, will always have a special space in my heart🥹 not to mention his 🌶️🌶️ stories are the best imo 😩👌 they're always delicious thanks cybird

[sunnyikemen]

For Her

Pairing: Ikevamp Leonardo x MC

Summary: Leonardo takes on the heaviest burden for love. And he defies those who condemn this love.

Warnings: Mentions of death/dying.

Word count: ~850

Notes: Replaying Leonardo's route and am in a Mood. Might do more with this later, but for now kindly accept this small offering of tragic man.

***

“Can I tell you a secret?”

Leonardo's fingers continue tracing the contours of her face, but his eyes shift to hers, “Intriguing. Don’t think I can decline that offer. What’s on your mind?”

She lets her eyelids drop as fingertips trail down the bridge of her nose, and she breaths. Deep and slow. “I’ve been trying to wrap my head around…mortality. Specifically, mortality mixed with immortality,” another deep breath, “I think I’ve found a benefit.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

“Unfortunately, it’s only a benefit for myself, and it’s very selfish.”

“That’s not like you. It must be a very beneficial benefit.”

“Oh, it is,” she says.

Leonardo gives her a moment to elaborate, but it never comes. He cradles her face with his hand and brushes his thumb back and forth across her cheek. She doesn’t open her eyes, but her brows are tense.

“Ah, cara mia. You can’t leave me hanging like that.”

Her eyes open, and he sees doubt flash across them. Unlike her, he thinks.

“It’s’ not very kind to say, I’ve realised,” she says softly, “I never want to be unkind to you.”

Leonardo adjusts his head on the pillow so her wandering gaze finally focusses on his, and he brushes the rosiness of her skin with his knuckles. Sometimes he wonders if her goodness rubs off on him whenever he caresses her. He hopes so.

“I could never take what you say as unkindness,” he coos, but her worry doesn’t seem to ease, “What’s got you wound up, bella? Let me in. I wanna know what goes on in that pretty head of yours to give you an expression like that.”

“I just had the thought that…” she plays with the hair at the nape of his neck, “I won't have to grieve you.”

His fingertips finally stop their journey at the tip of her chin, his brows furrowed, “Cara mia, why are you thinking things like that?”

“And you never do?”

He doesn’t answer, “I don’t like when you think like that. It upsets you.”

“I know, but I selfishly can’t help it,” she takes a long breath through her nose, like she’s about to do a run up, “I’m aware it’s horrible, but in a way I’m glad that I’ll be the first to leave. I couldn’t bear any other outcome,” she opens her eyes, “I don’t want to miss you.”

Leonardo suspects she had imagined a different reaction from him. He feels her nails scratching nervously against his scalp, bottom lip between her teeth, anticipating his reply. But he smiles at her, and continues drawing patterns across her skin. Because she was right, he had thought about it too. And he had come to the same conclusion.

“I’m glad too,” he says steadily, “Can’t bear to see you upset, you know that. If that benefit is comforting to you,” he kisses between her brows, “then I’ll take this burden for you. I’ll miss you instead.”

Oh, how his love ran so deep for her that he’d do absolutely anything she asked. He never imagined, in all his amazing and ridiculous dreams, that he’d ever have a love like this. He is grateful to have it at all.

Leonardo can imagine others scoffing at a love so doomed. Sticking their noses up, laughing in his face. He can even imagine some pitying looks, with a hand on his back, and a why on the tips of their tongues. Why put yourself through that?

And his reply?

So am I not allowed to love at all, then?

He’d become defiant of that ‘why’ hundreds of years ago. He’d had much time to think it over, and he’d reached his conclusion.

If he was not allowed this joy, for the simple fact that it is fleeting, then he’d sit in the dark alleyways of life and he’d love. He’d brush his hand against the hand of a passerby. He’d catch eyes with someone from across the room and smile. He’d embrace another. He’d call them ‘lover’. He’d kiss them. If the world decided he shall not love then he shall do so illicitly, with the kindness and rebellion of a man who cared not if that same world abandoned him, for he knew he had his heart and that his heart was full.

And at his trial, he’d stand tall. At the condemnation of his heart, he’d look into the eyes of those who saw his feelings as a crime and him as a prisoner. He’d rattle his chains at them, knowing that he’d feel more love in his lover’s lifetime than they’ll ever feel in their own.

But even that last statement wasn't entirely true, for he’d love her even when she had no air in her lungs. He’d love her even if her heart turned to stone. He’d love her even when she is frail. And centuries after her eyes had closed for the last time, he’d love her. For her, even then.

“When I die, I hope it’s like this,” she croaks, “I hope we’ll be holding each other. I hope I’ll still feel your fingertips on my skin.”

Even then.

***

masterlist

[cookiesandbiscuits]

While I love Ikemen Vampire and its characters, I do low-key hate the way it altered my brain permanently (lighthearted)

I was listening to Eine Kleine Nachtmusik earlier to wind down (I'm a fan of irl Mozart), and I thought: "Wow, Mozart is really amazing for making this music."

And instantly, my mind brought up the Ikevamp version of Mozart despite me talking about irl Mozart.

I cannot listen to his music anymore without thinking about the character based on him 😭

Me to this guy:

"My darling prickly pear.... I love you very much but please stop haunting my mind so randomly!"

[randonauticrap]

Me @ Faust:

Happy route release, Johann 🥰🥰🥰🥰

This man makes me suffering the culture shock when he bites too many times 🤣 but he’s surprisingly adorable

But you be the experiment target this time!

[writingwhimsey]

For your Smut is In the Air Event could I request 1 with comet please ☺️

Thank you for this request. I do love Comte. He's just so... *dreamy sigh* I hope you and everyone else enjoys!

Smut Is In The Air Event

Suitor: ikevamp Comte

Prompt: "I dreamt of your legs wrapped around my waist."

Blissful Morning

I woke wrapped in warmth while a tingling sensation spread over me as something warm repeatedly brushed over my shoulder and along my neck. “Mhn…Abel…” I mumbled sleepily.

“Mmm, forgive me for waking you ma cherie, but I couldn’t help myself.” Comte replied. “I just woke up from the most wonderful dream and I wanted to make it a reality…and you just looked too beautiful sleeping here in my arms.”

I smiled as I rolled over to face him. “Hmm, I can’t really complain about getting woken up by your kisses.” I replied. “Now why don’t you tell me about this dream of yours so I can help you make it come true?”

Comte smiled, his hand sliding up and down my bare back. We had spent the previous night making love before falling asleep from utter exhaustion, tangled up in each other’s arms. “I dreamed of you, ma belle.” He answered, a seductive smile on his face.

“Mmm, I gathered that much.” I replied, a coy smile on my own face. “Now, what exactly were you dreaming about me, my love?”

Comte’s smile took on a mischievous undertone. He rolled us so that I was on my back and he was hovering over me. “I dreamed of your legs wrapped around my waist.” He answered, his hand traveling up the side of my thigh. “What do you say mon amour? Can we make my dream come true?”

“Hmm…” I hummed as I lifted my leg and hooking it over his hip. “I think we can. I know I don’t have any plans for today.”

“I have no other engagements either.” Comte replied. “Of course, I cleared my schedule days ago and took the liberty of clearing your schedule as well.”

“So…you wanted me all to yourself?” I asked.

“I did just get back from a trip and was without my love.” Comte replied, his hands trailing over my body as his lips descended upon my neck. “All I can think about is making love to you over and over again until we are both completely spent.” His hand slipped down between my legs to toy with my most sensitive of places.

“Ngh…Abel…that sounds…amazing.” I replied, already feeling myself giving into the pleasure. His long fingers moved expertly between my legs, working me up. 

“I hoped you would agree.” Comte replied before capturing my lips in a heated kiss, his tongue delving into my mouth, his fingers slipping between my folds to stroke and tease in the deepest parts of me.

My body moved of its own accord, my hips bucking against his hand. Our kiss became sloppy as our passion continued. Each of us panting. “Hng…Abel…” I moaned against his lips.

“Ma cherie…” He moaned as my hands began to wander over his body.

“I…want…more…I need…you…” I whimpered. “Abel…please…”

“I love spoiling you, ma belle.” He replied, slowly removing his fingers from me, and licking them clean. “Though you spoil me as well…because that’s exactly what I want to do.”

Comte positioned his hips between mine before slipping his length inside, filling me deeply. We both moaned as we connected. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his back. I clung to him as he began to thrust in and out of me. “Mng…Abel!” I moaned.

Comte showered me in kisses as he continued to make love to me, his hands sliding over my breasts, thumbs tracing over my nipples, adding another level of stimulation. “You’re so beautiful…” Comte murmured against my skin. “I love seeing you writhing in pleasure beneath me.”

I could feel the coil deep within me winding tight with each thrust and each touch of his hands and lips against my skin. “Ah…ngh…Abel!” I cried out as my release hit me, my walls clenching tight around his length.

Comte let out a groan of my name as his hips began to stutter and slow, my release pulling him into his own. We were both panting and breathless, clinging to each other. Comte kissed me gently on the lips. “Mmm, I love you, ma cherie.”

“I love you, too Abel.” I replied, hugging him, with my entire body, as he was still buried deep within me.

“I am happy I get to spend the day loving you.” He told me. “And every day for the rest of eternity.”

I smiled up at him. “Forever.” I agreed. “I’ll love you happily forever.”

We spent the rest of the day wrapped up in each other. Our happiness and our love would carry us into a blissful life together. Forever.

Taglist: @kisara-16 @zulablaise @tele86 @otomewonderland5

[cloudcountry]

Hey aubs <3

Saw the ikevamp reqs and i keep thinking about how germain was my favorite, but back when i played his route wasn't even out (sadge) so i was thinking if you could do me a solid* (you always do and are such an amazing author fr fr <3)

So i was thinking, can you do me frienemies-to-lovers germain and gn! vampire "hunter"! reader? You can make it whatever prompt you feel like <3

HAVE A GOOD DAYYYY <3

*it's ABSOLUTELY no pressure, you can absolutely delete this req if you don't wanna do it

SUMMARY: you run into comte (or rather, he runs into you) after you kill a vampire.

WARNINGS: none!!! :D

COMMENTS: UM THIS ISNT QUITE ENEMIES TO LOVERS BUT . I THINK IT TURNED OUT OKAY ^^; not beta read because im lazy if theres typos DONT READ THEM THEYRE NOT THERE

Your vision goes blurry as you’re thrown against the wall of a dingy alleyway, sharp nails digging into your skin. A loud hiss and hot breath against your neck make your heart jump in your throat. Grasping at your wooden stake, you smack the back of it against the vampire’s head, sending them reeling. Taking the chance, you kick them up against the opposite wall and drive your stake through their hand.

Their scream of pain smells like blood and flesh.

You aim a well-placed kick at their head, knocking them to the concrete, and they still. The sickening crack of their skull meeting the pavement gains no reaction from you.

You reach down, yanking the wooden stake out from their hand. They don’t move.

You raise it over your head and bring it down, stabbing straight through their chest.

A raspy breath escapes the body as their muscles twitch, and they fall still once again.

“I see you’re out and about again, mon chérie.”

You don’t even acknowledge the familiar voice as you stare down at your most recent kill. Despite what people in the business say, you know you’ll never quite get used to this.

Not killing the vampires, and certainly not the vampire that’s taken to following you around on nights like these.

His name is Comte de Saint Germain, and the tension between you two has always been palpable.

“Indeed I am.” you finally respond, turning to face his towering silhouette. It’s at times like these when you’re fully aware that he is, indeed, a vampire, despite what the upper class of France may believe.

It’s not that you’re wary of him because he’s the type of beast you hunt.

You’re wary of him because he hasn’t stopped you yet.

“I’m assuming that poor soul attacked an innocent.” he mused, stepping closer to you in order to examine the body.

“They did.” you answer curtly.

Comte hums. He kneels next to the body and murmurs something under his breath.

You reach for your stake.

“There’s no need for that.” he turns back to you as if sensing your movement smiling up at you.

The smile is tense. Fake. Meant to make you let down your guard.

You grip your stake harder.

Comte stands up, not a single speck of blood or dust on his clothing. He’s facing you, the smile on his face still plastered across his lips.

“You should consider taking a more peaceful approach next time. You never know what the vampire you kill could be suffering from.” Comte says, and although his voice is soft there’s a steely edge to it.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” you reply coldly, eyes narrowing as you wait for the slightest movement.

He makes no move towards you. Instead, he chuckles and disappears into the night, and you’re left in the alleyway with blood-soaked clothing and a racing heart.

[lukkabloom]

Finally got around to watching the movie "Loving Vincent" and as a van Gogh fan even before playing ikevamp, that movie was amazing

and then I wanted to draw ikevamp Vincent so that's what i did

[randonauticrap]

This fic cured my chronic depression for a whole 25 minutes because I can't stop laughing long enough to be sad. 😂💙

𝐍𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞

↬ 👖 Napoleon has a little problem dressing up for a date in the 21st Century. Luckily, the mansion's residents are there to give him fashion advice, divided into team Sexy, team Defense, and team Cute.

Napoleon Bonaparte x MC, ft. all residents ( Leonardo, Mozart, Arthur, Isaac, Dazai, Comte, Sebastian, Jean, Theo, Vincent, Shakespeare) • rating: G • tags: Humor; Crack; Dress Up • wordcount: 1,797 • masterlist

a/n: An early celebration for Napoleon's upcoming birthday, with the prompt Napo Style from my Napoleon Birthday Celebration 2023 event! Enjoy the chaos!

Thanks to The Door at Comte's mansion being fixed and thus allowing a safe trip through the time and space continuum, newer and cooler dating spots are now available for the mansion's lovebirds, Napoleon and MC! How exciting is that? The latter is especially enthusiastic about strolling the streets of 21st-century Paris and showing off her lover…

The former is currently losing his mind.

Because there is an hour left until they step into the vortex of time-traveling, and Napoleon has no idea how people in the future dress for a date. At all.

"This is a problem." Napoleon muses out loud as he paces back and forth in the mansion's lounge room. Of course, he's not alone there, in this house you never get a moment of privacy no matter where you are. Currently he shares his air with… Leonardo, Mozart, Arthur, Isaac, Dazai, Comte, Sebastian, Jean, Theo, Vincent, Shakespeare… wait, why are all of them here?! Even Shakespeare? Could it be that his worries are so prominently written on his face that the residents' gossip-meter was able to track it, and now they're bursting with curiosity?!

"Everything alright, Naps?" Arthur tests the waters, taking a noisy sip from his coffee.

"Yeah, you can always tell us if you have problems with your dating life. That's what friends are for."  Theo chimes in, folding his arms in front of his chest.

"Problems with my dating life? No, it's just… I don't know how to dress up for the date. I thought that maybe I could just go with these clothes…?" Napoleon shrugs, fixing the lapels of his jacket.

"I strongly suggest you don't." Joins Mozart, closing the piano he was pretending to play as he listened in.

"Then what do I put on? MC will be ready in just a moment and she'll no doubt be stunning. Gods… Can any of you help me out?"

"We can."

"Alright old chap, come out whenever you're ready. Too bad that our team's idea is first and therefore it will put an early end to this fashion show." Arthur boasts confidently as he takes his place on the left along with his other team members, part of the Sexy team. As the curtain is dramatically swooshed to reveal Napoleon, the audience livens up in a cacophony of different murmurs…

Napoleon has no idea why the bunch targeted his favorite red curtain-- erm, cape, as the first thing to be removed from the outfit, but in a flash Napoleon sees it hanging from the staircase's railing and he understands. The small space behind the stairs becomes a makeshift changing booth… he does live with the smartest men in history after all. From there on, the smart ideas keep on coming as he steps behind the curtain and braces himself for accepting the various articles of clothing being handed to him to try on.

Napoleon poses awkwardly while trying to hide his attributes, the small cloth hiding his crouch area making it difficult as his pants have been reduced to just that, a loincloth that his trademark big belt holds together. His shirt too has suffered a massive reduction in length and now barely covers his chest, leaving his abs and stomach exposed, a similar thing done to his sleeves so the shirt now reminds more of a tank top of sorts. The golden epaulets from his jacket remain. His boots are untouched, at least. His look is completed with ruffled hair for a messier, sexier hairstyle.

"Ahem. As you may know, the 21st century is vastly different from our times in terms of dressing to impress… so to say, the meaning of that phrase is turned upside down!"

"Undress to impress!" With a finger in the air and a smile on his face, the most unlikely member of team Sexy, Vincent, hurries to add. Before Theo can collapse, Vincent backs up his (unbeknownst to him) scandalous vision with a little bit of his wisdom. "How nice that is, a world that celebrates the body instead of hiding it. Napoleon has a body that many would put on a canvas, and he should celebrate it!"

"Thank you, Vincent."

"Sebastian, why are YOU on this team?" Someone in the crowd asks.

Despite Arthur's confidence in winning this "competition", the other teams are more than eager to have their go in an attempt to beat his idea of modern fashion. After another round of handing stuff to the haphazardly changing behind the curtain Napoleon, a group of four residents get ready to present their idea.

With a perfect little nod, Sebastian says matter-of-factly, "Master Napoleon has a body that many would put on a canvas, and he should celebrate it."

With difficulty, a man in a knight's heavy full armor (that normally can be found in one of the hallways as a decoration) steps in front of the audience's eyes, who they can only assume is Napoleon, due to not a tad of his identity being visible underneath this "outfit".

As a leader of Team Defense, Jean turns to the audience to explain. "The modern world is filled with dangers we're unaware of. Napoleon should prioritize his safety," he eyes his teammate, Shakespeare, who is ready to take the word next: "As well as the safety of his beloved. Thus he clothes in steal and prepares a heavy blade, or a dozen; if the chance arises, he shall defeath all that's on his path, in the name of her!"

As Napoleon hears the signal, he demonstratively takes out a spear, a chain mace, a war hammer, a longsword…! The audience takes a step back.

"They're right. You never know what's out there. There might be cats." Theo nods approvingly, slapping Napoleon's armor as if to test its durability. The last member of team Defense, Mozart, is ready with his own argument.

"Everything there must be dirty. This will protect him from exposure."

Still, this can't end without the final third team showcasing their own unique idea of dressing up Napoleon. And besides, the mansion's daddy, Comte, being a leader of this team is enough to make everyone quiet down and pay attention.

It's a shockingly good argument.

"And finally, team Cute. Because you, my dears, are forgetting a key element of what our fashion show is about, and that is helping our Napoleon win his girl's heart all over again, in a different time, in a different world. We must look from the eyes of MC. And a lady like her, oh her heart surely sings at the sight of everything that can be called cute. She'll swoon and melt as she witnesses Napoleon embracing his inner adorableness; that is for sure!"

Without further ado, Napoleon steps forward, revealing his outfit that for some reason troubles his walking more than the armor from before… the reason might be the tight corset Comte put him in, one made for men nonetheless, but still making it hard for the soldier to act naturally wearing. Especially combined with those high-heeled boots! There's not a trace of any dark colors anywhere to be seen, from frilly innocent whites to sunny yellows to baby pinks, he's dolled up like a little prince from a fairytale. His hair which is the only color out of place, is densely covered in small hairclips, that are not exactly Comte's style, so there might be put there by…

"Napo-chan is so kawaii with the little hair accessories I put on him. I'm convinced MC won't resist kissing you all over."

"Why am I on this team?!" Laments Isaac, whose contribution is narrowed down to an apple he found laying around… surprisingly, posing with the apple does add cute points to Napoleon's look, as much as the physicist hates to admit. He's only on this team because he refused to join in the absurdity of the other two…

"They're right, Naps." Leonardo agrees with a hand on his chin. "I've heard cara-mia gush all over you being cute when you make a slip-up from your mister perfect persona. Be a little clumsier and clueless. She'll find it charming."

Napoleon hums and looks at the palms of his glove-clad hands, a little lost. "I'm, uhhh… not so sure what you mean."

"That's it, just like that."

"Okay, that's all, which team won?" Arthur asks impatiently, not very amused about the fact that his coffee mug is now empty.

"That's for Napoleon to decide. What do you think, Napoleon?"

Napoleon takes a look at all the faces lit up in expectation, and makes a "wait" gesture as he disappeared behind the curtain again. A few seconds later he is out, dressed in what appears to be an untouched replica of his original outfit, but almost hidden beneath various items that each of the teams can recognize as their own.

"You all joined forces to help me, so the answer can only be a combination of your efforts. With this, I'm confident about covering all bases necessary for a successful date with my Nunuche. Thank you."

"Spoken like a true leader!" Dazai cheers, instantly approving the idea.

The door swings open as MC walks in at a fast pace, hurrying to collect Napoleon's hand and take him away. She's dressed in a simple sundress and wearing her light pink bag over a shoulder with the little Mousette charm hanging from it.

"There you are Napoleon, we're going to be late for our date…! What are you wearing?"

Napoleon makes a troubled humming noise as he shakes off item after item, throwing them in different directions as they clatter against the floor and roll off somewhere. He's back in his day-to-day outfit.

"Nothing much. Nunuche, the truth is… you're stunning. I didn't want to disappoint you. I'm sorry but I couldn't find anything to dress up for our date."

"Oh? What are you talking about, we're going to get you dressed up right now! As soon as we step out of the door we'll go to my friend Mai's boutique and you can have a full Comtherapy!"

"…I…What's a Comtherapy?"

"A Comte-therapy! A shopping therapy, dummy! He even gave me money to dress you up this morning! Thank you, daddy Comte!"

"You're welcome, ma cherie."

"COMTE? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US?" a bunch of voices speak up at the same time.

"Why, my dearest residents and I were having so much fun. Who am I to spoil it?"

Amidst the chaos, Napoleon and MC begin to laugh, their hands still intertwined because of MC's earlier attempt to sneak Napoleon out of the rowdy room. Napoleon smirks and takes the lead, leaving the residents to their wits.

"Come on, Nunuche. Let's go on our date."

MC swoons and gawks, following right after.

"Gods Napoleon, you're so charming!"

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[welp-back-on-my-bs]

More period hcs! This time ikevamp!!

Also- as a little opener. Expect them to be a bit more feral and possessive of you. Especially around the others. Why? You're bleeding, and tate all the better. Why would you be shared so easily now?

Napolean: dosen't have a fraction of an idea of what the fuck to do and is worried. Deadass tries to ask Leonardo and Comte to turn you because he thinks you're dying and he doesn't want to be without you. Once everything is explained to him, he is very good with caring for you. He gets what you need, does what is needed of him, and is a little overprotective of you during this time.

Mozart: I think he would know what it is, he dosent have any idea how to care for you. But let's you vent to him and do what you ask for him. He will play the piano for you, too. Just let him know.

Leonardo: Naps. Him holding you close, his cat cuddled up. Absolute ideal image. Maybe some cockwarming too if you ask nicely

Arthur: King of care. He has the knowledge and skills to be able to look after you. Sure, it's under researched medically, but haveing two wives, and now you, he has a damn good idea of how to care for you.

Vincint: he didn't know what a period was. So, you get to teach him. He is receptive and does what is needed to care for you. If all you can do is lay down, then lay in his lap as he paints so he can randomly give you kisses as he does so

Theo: he is quick to catch on that you're on your period. You're his honjie. After all, he needs to care for you. So expect pancakes with your perfferd additions for breakfast. Random little treats throughout the day. No, you're not allowed to leave your room. Don't even dream about it.

Dazai: He is cooking for you, keeping you by his side the whole time. He takes amazing care of you, just doing small things in public spaces. If you can't be too mobile, that's ok, he doesn't mind cuddling with you in bed. You look so cute like that!

Isaac: he probably stays away from you since his bloodlust would probably worsen. But he does leave little things for you, just to be sure you're ok during this time

Jean: knows how to care for you. He won't explain it. He just does it. Quietly and with love. He gets what you need, and if you need a little extra, He will do it (you can pry trans Jean out of my cold, dead hands :>)

William: he knows. He knows how to care for you, when it starts, everything. He knows :>

Sebastian: You're not allowed to work on your period. He has about the best idea of how much pain you are/could be in (i feel like he volentarily, or someone in his life before had him experience simulated period cramps). So he absolutely cares for your needs, no matter what it is.

Comete: You're being spoiled tm. Time, affection, comfort, sweets, everything. He is spoiling the shit out of you. You just need to wait in his room as he and Sebastian care for you

Vlad: has no fuckin clue. My poor bby. Once he does know, he learns how to care for you. If needed, he will get Charles and Faust to help (a little more reluctantly, but you're comfort trump's all). Flowers, kisses, and cuddles.

Faust: he actually knows what to do. He has something to help you feel comfortable, and that shouldn't affect anything. Definateky more protective of you during this time as well. So, no going to church. You're both at home, where he is sure you're safe in his arms.

Charles: he has no idea what a period is. You and Faust had to teach him so he could get proper things for you. And does he ever go all out for you. Sweets? Yes. Cuddles? Yes. Sex? Allways.

[art-of-love-and-war]

Hi!!! This is the first time I've EVER requested anything, so I'm super excited to be asking you. Would it be OK if I could have headcannons with some of the ikevamp boys? If you're comfortable with it, could I have Arthur, Comte, Isaac and Leonardo with and mc who has ADHD? I completely understand if you don't, feel free to completely ignore me. Thank youuu 😊😊😊❤❤❤

Characters: Arthur Conan Doyle | Comte De Saint Germain | Isaac Newton | Leonardo Da Vinci x GN!Reader  Rating: General.  Word count: 819 words  Warning/s: Reader has ADHD, mentions of procrastination, hyperfocus, not enough focus. Author note: Hello! Sorry this took so long, I’ve had this on my mind for a very long time, and I even thought about doing Isaac’s route to write him more accurately but work has been killing me so I didn't get to open the DSM-V collecting dust in my shelf for this one :c

[୨୧] — Arthur Conan Doyle

There are quite some things he can understand about your symptoms. The main thing being procrastinating. 

Listen, he is a writer, and he is not perfect, and there are moments where inspiration poofs out and he is forced to stop with his writer's block, or sometimes he feels stuck in a sentence and decides to do everything except finish his next chapter, so he can empathize when you go through periods where you keep pushing certain activities until the last minute.

He still worries about your well-being, even if he is not a doctor anymore; he is curious about the treatment you had back at your time and home. 

He is sweet and understanding, despite having some pet peeves, he does his best to understand how it's something that is part of you and can work with support. And he wants to be that support.

Arthur also finds relatable the moments where you are stuck with your hyper-focus periods, and you happen to do your and Sebastian’s chores for the day on your own, though he is hurt by you mostly ignoring him those awful days when he wants nothing but to pamper you.

[୨୧] — Comte De Saint Germain

He is a wonderful and understanding man.

I can imagine him having a lot of pet peeves with people getting distracted too easily or drifting off and, part of loving you is the imperfections you embrace of each other and, they make you perfect for him as anyone. 

He is careful of the periods where you either procrastinate too much or hyper-focus too much to not exhaust yourself with the chores you take or by making you overwhelmed by taking care of the mansion and its inhabitants. 

He will listen to your weekly obsession without trouble. Do you want to tell him about 30 crow facts you learned? Tell him. Did you find a new way to make Sebas flick your forehead? He frowns. Do you want to tell him about your comfort fanfic you know by heart because you can’t read it anymore? He will listen.

If you fidget too much, and if you ask, he will get someone from his multiple contacts to make a “replica” of the fidget toys you used to have back at home.

[୨୧] — Isaac Newton

I have been seriously thinking of this since I got this ask because it seems too funny even if I haven't read his route: Consider, you don’t shut up.

Isaac strikes me as the type who wants to study in peace and quiet.

So maybe your relationship is quite a bumpy ride at first. 

What amazes him is your capability of telling him about 100 things that interested you in the span of a single week.

Your conversations flow at random, so he would often be working on his stuff to suddenly be whisked away by you to tell him about that one thing you found out about hedgehogs for 3 hours. 

Sometimes you are the cause of some of his frustrations. Last month you started knitting? He found some yarn with a texture you like and bought it as a gift, thinking you could make something for yourself.

He came back to find your knitted sweater half done and forgotten, and now you are learning how to bake. 

And it is an ongoing cycle, but he finds a bit of happiness in you trying new things, as you often drag him along, which means spending more time together.

Maybe your relationship is the answer to what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object.

[୨୧] — Leonardo Da Vinci

ADHD? 

Avoid tasks? Hyperfocus? Not enough focus? This man is a master at all those (and at dozing off)

He doesn’t mind you procrastinating, he has been avoiding to clean up his room for the last century, so he can’t complain. 

Now, if you forget or get distracted about other things, now that’s a different story. Did you feed Lumiere in the evening and forgot to tell him, and then he fed him that same day, and now you have a chubby cat? 

That’s funny, but no. 

Aside from that, he doesn’t have trouble with your condition; he is still a loving man. He always is and has been when it comes to loving you. 

And he likes your energy and how you keep him awake, in a sense, always making him try new things together, like dancing! Which he is not the best at, but he doesn’t mind trying your interests. 

If you take an interest in one of his multiple areas of expertise he’d definitely teach you and not be bothered if you happen to drop your interest in the activity, in fact, he invites you to try other things.

Beware, he is a strict teacher, so he doesn’t want your attention wandering off too often.

He enjoys…, grounding you, lets say. 

[fang-and-feather]

Ikemen Vampire - Mozart x Reader - Family fic

Happy Birthday Wolf!! 🥳🎉

Words: 1,185

Summary: Despite a sudden cold had ruined all your plans for Mozart’s birthday, you were determined to keep your plans for dinner at least and you get surprising help for it.

A big thanks to @eventinelysplayground for helping me find inspiration for this!! 🥰💖

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Sometimes you were just amazed by the mansion’s library and what you could find there. Various books in various subjects, some very unexpected, from handwritten books on alchemy to a variety of cooking books, and even a few books that weren’t published yet - at least you had found one of Dazai’s books once.

But having such a big library sometimes meant climbing around to find what you wanted, which you probably shouldn’t be doing, but this was something you didn’t want to get help for.

You were determined to do this, at least. This sudden cold had ruined all your plans for Mozart’s birthday, even if these plans were to stay home already. But now that you were feeling better, you wanted to keep your plans for dinner.

Mozart would probably complain about you getting out of bed, climbing things, and cooking, but your fever had gone down, and you felt strong enough to move around.

So you tiptoed down the hall, a couple of books clutched to your chest, listening to the sounds from the music room. They didn’t stop, and you let out a relieved sigh when you were far enough away and nobody else had stopped you.

And your luck probably had changed, because you didn’t even find Sebastian in the kitchen. He would also probably scold you for being up and working and try to keep you from the kitchen. At least if he came in while you were already working, he couldn’t stop you.

You had barely started working when you heard pairs of feet scurrying down the hall. Footsteps too light for you not to know who they were from.

You sighed. Had Mozart already found you out and sent them out to check on you?

“What are you two doing, running in the hallways?” You asked in a louder tone for them to hear.

The steps stopped for a moment, then started again, not as loud as before, but you could still hear them, until a pair of silver-haired heads peeked through the open door.

“So?” You pressed them in a softer tone.

“Sorry Mama.” The twins replied in unison before walking into the kitchen.

“Are you feeling better, Mama?” The little girl asked, pulling a stool to your side and climbing on it. “Papa told us to be quiet because you were resting.”

“Yes, I’m feeling a lot better now, dear.” You ruffled her hair.

“What are you doing?” The little boy also found something to climb on by your other side. “Can we help?”

“Well…” You thought for a moment. They were a little too young to do much in the kitchen. But they were the ones offering to help. It should be safe to give them some basic tasks and let them watch, right? “I’m making dinner for your papa’s birthday. You can help if you behave.”

Not that you usually had to worry much about their behaving, but you never had them in the kitchen before.

But you should have known. They were as organized as their father, if a little too excitedly, giving space for a few accidents, but nothing like you expected of two kids. They listen to instructions attently, and watch you the rest of the time with curiosity.

You never thought it could have been such a fun experience, but maybe you could make a tradition out of it.

The house was too quiet.

Mozart had told his kids to stay quiet and let you rest, but at first they kept coming in and out of the music room, or he could hear them through the hallway. But it had been a while since he couldn’t.

He had to check on you first, but he went praying the children were anywhere that wasn’t with Arthur or Dazai. He loathed leaving them unsupervised in these two’s company.

But the moment he stepped back in his room and found the bed made and you nowhere in sight, he knew where to look first.

He walked into the dining room just as you left the kitchen, the two kids in tow.

“Papa!” His son saw him first, running up to him. “Look what we helped Mama make!”

“Mama should be resting, not cooking.” He said firmly, staring at you. “But you did a good job helping her.”

“I helped too!” His little girl declared, proudly, running up to him and raising her arms for him to pick her up. He did and kissed her forehead before approaching you.

“Now you…”

“I made dinner.” You interrupted him. “I wanted us to have at least this for your birthday. I’m fine. I promise.”

But not only you had said that, you turned to walk back into the kitchen and staggered.

Supporting his daughter in one arm, he reached his other hand to support you and make you sit down.

“Mama!” Both children cried, worriedly.

“Do you want to reconsider that statement?” He asked, trying to sound serious, despite being equally worried.

“I’m fine. I just haven’t eaten much of anything all day.” You tried to stand up, but he held you.

“Then you should eat and I’ll get you back to bed.” He felt your temperature but, to his relief, you at least didn’t have a fever anymore. Then he brushed a bit of flour from your hair, to which you blushed upon realizing it was there.

“There are still things cooking. I should go look.”

“I’ll go.” He said firmly, transferring the little girl in his arms to your lap. “You two watch your mother. She tends to push herself when nobody is looking.”

“I just wanted to make this a surprise.”

“I would rather not be surprised by finding you passed out on the floor because you didn’t take care of yourself.” He kissed your forehead before heading into the kitchen.

Mozart was more than happy seeing what you made, though. Food that reminded him of the good things of the past. Of his former home.

It was still part of his culture, no matter how removed from it he was now. And an indirect part of his children’s heritage, despite them having been born in this country. He was glad you were keeping it alive.

Except for dessert. The chocolate scent was hard to resist to already try it, but he heard hurried footsteps and his son showed on the door, as if it was a warning. You probably had sent him.

He swallowed the lump of emotions forming inside him, and the temptation before returning yo the dining room with the rest of the food, the kids helping him set the table so you could have a special family dinner.

“Happy birthday, Wolf.” You kissed him as soon as he settled by your side to eat.

“Thank you.” He kissed you back, then looked at the kids sitting each besides one of you. “To all of you, meine Schätze.”

He never expected to have this wonderful family in his new life, but now he couldn’t imagine a birthday that wasn’t like this. The four of you, doing something as a family.

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