#ikevamp theo x mc

[natimiles]

What is that? (a tattooed reader)

Summary: You tied your hair in a high ponytail that morning, and it was enough for the tip of your tattoo to be visible. You've had it for so long that you're used to it, and sometimes you forget it's there — plus, you forgot that they've never seen it before.

Words: 1716

Tags: reader have tattoos; platonic relationships; more like friendships; no pronouns for reader, but you wear a dress and have sort of long hair.

Can you tell I have favorites? Only Isaac, Mozart, Jean, Arhur, Vincent, Theo, Napoleon and Sebastian show up. Le Comte is vaguely mentioned.

If you're curious to see the tattoos, I linked their images in their respective descriptions throughout the fanfic.

“What is that, mademoiselle?” 

You're helping Sebastian with breakfast, moving around the dining room, but you’ve been feeling a strong stare for a while. You're already accustomed to everyone, so you don't mind. You knew that if it was Isaac trying to muster the courage to ask you something, he would eventually do it. But it’s Jean’s voice, and it catches your attention because he usually eats in silence; and he sounds unsure and curious.

You set Arthur’s coffee in front of him while you glance at the table and everything you and Sebastian made. Perhaps there's something he doesn't know, like when you baked him macarons, but today's menu is the same as usual.

“What is what?”

“That thing,” he points in your direction. 

Isaac, Mozart, Vincent, and Theo are already having breakfast too, but they pause to glance at you, curious about what Jean is talking about. You feel a bit self-conscious and briefly inspect your clothes. Did you spill something? Fortunately, no. 

“I don’t follow, Jean.”

“That thing you have here,” he points at his own back. “I’ve seen it since I sat here to eat, but I can’t understand.”

You raise an eyebrow at him and look over your shoulder, Arthur takes advantage that you’re still by his side to lean backwards on his chair and measure you up and down — and definitely stare at your ass.

“Stop it, perv,” you playfully spat the writer’s arm, earning a chuckle from him. 

“Ah, I think Master Jean is talking about your tattoo,” Sebastian tries to help, pointing at his own nape.

Realization finally hits you. Since arriving at the mansion, you've been exclusively wearing long clothes that cover almost your entire body. However, summer started a few weeks ago, and you've been feeling the full force of the heat. It's scorching every day, and at times, you wake up covered in sweat. You've been yearning for an air conditioner or even just a simple fan. So you bought lighter clothes recently — aka Comte bought you a whole summer wardrobe as a gift. What you're wearing today is just an off-the-shoulder dress, so the front and back necklines are a bit lower than usual, but not by much. However, you tied your hair in a high ponytail that morning, and it was enough for the tip of your tattoo to be visible. You've had it for so long that you're used to it, and sometimes you forget it's there — plus, you forgot that they've never seen it before.

“What is that?” Jean is even more curious now, evident from the way he furrows his brow.

“It's a drawing on my body, made with a special kind of paint that never fades. It's a form of art.”

“Really?” You've piqued Theo's interest in art. “And what is it?”

“Music,” and now you’ve piqued Mozart’s interest in music. He doesn’t really show it, but you know him well enough to see when he’s curious. “Well, kinda. It goes a little down my spine, but it’s safe to show. Sebastian, can you help me, please?”

The butler nods and approaches you. You turn your back and move your ponytail to the side for a better view, while Sebastian lowers your neckline slightly so the others can satisfy their curiosity and see it.

It starts just at the end of your nape and goes 5 inches down. It’s an all-black DNA drawing with musical notes on the middle lines, a representation of a metronome pendulum on top, and a treble clef at the bottom. The middle actually has the same number of lines as a music sheet, and the notes can be read as the first five notes of your favorite song.

There’s only silence for a few moments, and as you turn around, you see that they're still staring at you. You think Theo hadn't even blinked until now because he suddenly blinks a lot, and his eyes meet yours.

“It’s pretty!” Vicent smiles like the angel he is. “Is it a real song?”

“It is,” Mozart hums the notes, his eyes conveying that he knows it’s your favorite song.

You've told him once, when you went to the music room to give him an afternoon snack. You were already friends (kind of), so when you saw he wasn't there at the moment, you knew he wouldn't mind if you sat down and softly played it; so you did. The next thing you knew, he was barging into the music room to scold whoever had the audacity to touch his piano, but he stopped when he saw you. He may have asked you to write down the notes so he could play it with you.

“Oh, yeah, you played it for us in the last banquet,” Isaac remembers.

“Does it hurt?” Jean asked, curious again. 

“No, not anymore. It hurt when I was getting it done. Boy, that was one hell of a ride,” you laugh. “But it’s been years, so it’s all healed and okay now.”

“It suits you, hondje. Do you have more?”

“I do!” You beam at them, feeling all bubbly inside. It's lovely how they always show interest in anything about you and remember what you like. “It’s on my thigh.” You use the tip of your toes to put more leverage on your right leg, grabbing a fistful of the skirt of your dress. You lift it to show them your tattoo, but a hand stops you when it's reaching your knee.

“Nunuche, what the hell?” 

Napoleon had just woken up and was joining you in the dining room. Did you say something about your thigh? He was still a little sleepy, so he thought he heard you wrong. But then you grabbed your dress… What the fuck do you think you’re doing? He was at your side in the blink of an eye, gripping your wrists tightly and looking at you with a panic expression. It’d certainly be red in a second, if the loud slap sound was any indication. 

And that’s how you make vampires choke on their foods and drinks. You look at them, a confused expression on your face. Isaac spat his tea all over his plate and is now coughing to clear his throat. Jean dropped his fork, frozen in his chair. Mozart is blinking in a frenzy, his mug in such a tight grip on his hand that his knuckles are white. Vincent is blushing furiously, his mouth agape. Theo is actually amused, and you clearly heard Arthur complaining to Napoleon that it was just getting good. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask, startled. 

“MC, just remember we’re not in the 21st century,” Sebastian says, clearly holding a smirk. 

You feel your entire face heat up. Oh my God! That was certainly an uncomfortable situation. But you were so used to them; they made you feel at home, so you didn’t really think about what you were doing.

“Oh, right, sorry,” You chuckle and blush under the intensity of their stares. “But it’s no big deal, really. Sebastian and le Comte have already seen it.”

“Say that again?” Theo asks as his gaze drifts to the butler, just like everyone else's. 

“It’s nothing weird!” You can almost feel the emperor’s grip tightening. Sometimes he was so overprotective — they all were, and it was both endearing and funny. You huff. “We were talking about the 21st century, and I told Sebas that I have tattoos and showed him. Simple as that. Lots of people wear clothes that show a lot of skin in modern days. Do you think I would lift my dress to show the tattoo when I’m right next to Arthur if it wasn’t okay?” You deadpan Napoleon.

“Hey!” The writer complains, but everybody ignores him. You do have a point.

Napoleon frowns, but slowly releases you. You look at the others and just from a look they know you’ll be mad if they freak out again, so they try to act cool. Keyword: try. They’re staring so much you think they’ll open a hole in your thigh, but at least they’re quiet. You lift the dress just a little more and your tattoo is finally showing. It’s colorful and about the same size as the other. There’s white fine lines connecting dots, forming the Leo constellation, with a blue-purple watercolor background.

“Yes, luv! Now that’s a good breakfast,” Arthur smirks and places his elbow on the table to support his head as he looks at you. He’s so glad that Jean started this conversation while you were still beside him. Napoleon purses his lips and glares at the writer, but he knows better than to start a fight. His nunuche wouldn't let him live it down. 

“What the fuck is that?” Theo raises an eyebrow. Don’t get him wrong, he likes the art, but he just doesn’t understand what it’s supposed to be.

“Theo, language,” Vincent scolds his brother. He doesn’t want you to think they don’t like it.

“Is it upside down?” Jean frowns and tilts his head, trying to get a different angle, but it doesn’t make a difference.

"It's the Leo constellation," you chuckle and glance at Isaac, knowing he would understand. He enjoyed stargazing and always invited you to join him, especially after discovering your shared interest — then he started rambling about physics and astronomy, and you were lost.

“Oh, the stars,” Vincent says.

"So," Theo begins, and you can tell from his amused tone that he's about to say something to make you blush, "you have one that resembles Mozart and another that resembles Isaac."

“No, no. It’d have to be an apple for Newt,” Arthur grins when the poor physicist blushes as red as… the mentioned fruit.

“You’re the worst,” Isaac mumbles under his breath.

You chuckle at their banter. “So that’s it,” you say, releasing your dress. “We have a lot of things to do. So finish your breakfasts quickly.” You clap your hands twice.

“Indeed,” Sebastian nods in agreement.

You have moments of silence after that and you go back to work, but you feel the stares the whole day. You know they still have so much to say and ask, but they stay quiet.

You have some “not-so-permanent tattoos” now — and they might have helped do some.

I don't have tattoos yet, but I really want it. I'd make the first one, but with colors.

Crossposted on AO3.

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[duckyfann9871]

I want to be a vampire too: rant

played 2 routes of ikemen vampire so far. I love the game, but both times I have wished that there was an option to join them as a vampire at the end.

I don't understand why becoming a vampire is posed so negatively in the game, but whenever it comes up in the routes it's coded like it's a terrible option that MC doesn't want to do.

Well, au contraire! If I had a chance to become a sexy vampire in a mansion full of other sexy vampires I would take it ... especially if the person I was in love with was also a vampire. If both are vampires doesn't that mean more time you get to be together??

TLDR I want to become a vampire at the end of my romance and I haven't had my way yet,

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

i headcanon that the name mc is using (aka the player’s name) is not her real one bc you know how the ikevamp mc is the only one who’s name isnt automatically entered in like ikesen mc’s name is mai? Yeah i figured it might be a mystery for funsies^^so she’s probably like sebas who uses a fake name

Honestly that's big mood, only because I feel like it's pretty sensible being in a mansion full of a bunch of weirdos you don't know--I'd probably just pick a random name and stick with it LMFAO. Like nah sister, you ain't getting me to no secondary location (technically Comte already did but in fairness, it's the principle of trying to be safe that counts).

I also can't get over Sebastian using a fake name, for some reason it's uproariously funny to me???? Like he had no need to be that extra, he literally chose to be here, but he was like I'm Committing To The Bit. I'm Going Butler Mode. Akihiko Is No More, Only Sebastian. And for the life of me I will never get over it 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

[alby-rei]

The Astral Artist and His Haughty Hound (IkeVamp; Luigi's Mansion AU, Part 5)

a/n: It's been a while since the last update. Since then, I've graduated master's! Wee! What do you do when you fall head-first into a world inside a painting? Happy reading~ ✨

Series: Comte's Ghost Mansion Tags: Humor, Crack treated seriously, Luigi’s Mansion AU, Spooky scary spectral vampires, Ghostbuster MC Word Count: ~1900 words Characters: You, Vincent, Theo, [Surprise] Previous: Part 4 Next: Part 6

~*~

After dealing with the frivolous phantom named Arthur, you weaved through the winding halls in search of your next target.

Sebastian had marked for you the rooms of the remaining residents and their favorite spots.

A painting studio next? Wow, this mansion has everything!

You wondered how different the manor looked in the daytime. If Sebastian does not find you a way home, would they let you stay with them? Did you want to? Shaking your head, you brushed those thoughts aside.

This is all just one long lucid dream anyway, you thought as you trekked up a flight of stairs.

"Open sesame!" You jammed the master key in. "Woah!"

As soon as you stepped inside, your foot met with air, and you plunged down a starry night cityscape. Time slowed down as the wind picked up in swirls of cobalt blue, trailing across the sky like migrating birds. Stars twinkled in zinc yellow sparks guided by the vibrant orange of a cartoonish crescent moon.

More like a croissant moon, said your stomach while growling.

You stretched your limbs out like a flying squirrel, taking in the sights of a bustling city below. Couples strolled across tiles of spotty ultramarine and red ocher. A farmer pushed a cart of straw. A waiter balanced a tray of glass drinks as he weaved between busy tables. Trees danced to the tune of the wind, each branch shimmering in shades of emerald green. In fact, every inch of the city appeared in constant motion.   

How does such a world exist within a single painter's studio?

Gravity decided you had enough time to enjoy the scenery. You swam in the air towards the farmer's cart. If there was any hope in landing safely, that was your best bet. You held your breath as you hurled down towards your impending doom.

.

.

.

Just kidding!  

You landed in the cart of straw with the grace of a cat. The straw poked into your clothes and scratched against your skin. You climb out of the cart, weighed down by the Poltergust 1899. Thankfully, it did not break on the way down. Otherwise, you would have a bigger problem on your hands.

Brushing yourself off, you looked around for any signs of the artist behind this painterly world. Upon inspection, you found that the city dwellers did not carry distinct facial features. Some had none at all, more like impressions of a face. You wondered if this was how prosopagnosia felt.

You also wondered where you heard that word before.

"Excuse me, miss," said a gentle voice. "If I may trouble you to hold that pose."

Your head darted back and forth to find the source. A blond man peeked his head behind an easel stand. Unlike the rest of the population, his features were crystal clear; cerulean blue eyes and a sheepish smile on creamy skin. Little stars shimmered and swirled onto his features like those of the night sky overhead. An astral artist as beautiful as the world he had brought to life with his brush.

This must be Vincent,*you deduced.

Refusing his request felt like a crime against humanity. Unaccustomed to this sort of attention, you fidgeted in your spot. When you stood still, the colors around you became static. When you moved, the city followed suit. The only one unaffected by this was the painter, who remained engrossed in his work. Your attempts at light conversation were fruitless. He spoke mostly with his eyes with the way they stole glances at you every now and then, studying you. Heat rose to your cheeks as your gaze traveled elsewhere. You blamed the warmth on the bright lights of the coffee shop.

Be still my beating heart, you thought. This is not the time for casual crushes on ghosts.

You were jolted when you heard a loud smack of the paintbrush against wood. Vincent was cleaning his brush from the excess paint. The astral artist's arm shook with the speed of a rubber band. You'd think that brush was possessed, given the force he used to exorcise the spirits within. He stepped back to admire his handiwork, raising the canvas to face the light. His angelic smile was disarming. 

"Can I move now?" You asked, craning your stiff neck.

"Oh, yes! Thank you for your time. You must be a guest at the mansion. My name is Vincent."

"Nice to meet you, Vincent. And what a wonderful city you've created."

He shook his head. "I just paint what I see. The real wonder is the world around us." Stars twinkled excitedly across his cheeks.

You clutched the vacuum tube, explaining to Vincent the real cause of your arrival: to return their spirits to their bodies. You almost felt bad for what you had to do.

Vincent nodded. "In that case, you should find my brother Theo here, too. But, hmm..." He pursed his lips. After rummaging through his briefcase, he scribbled on a piece of paper, then handed it to you in an envelope. "This should help convince him. Please don't be alarmed by his...fiery spirit. Deep down, he is a kind soul."

His words left you skeptical, but you hadn't the heart to voice those concerns. A fiery spirit could mean many things. Given Vincent's gentle nature, *how bad could his brother be?*

"Where would I find him?"

"He usually stays at the pub just around the corner. It's the only one on the block. I'll meet you both in front of the river Rhone."

Waving goodbye to the astral artist, you rounded the corner and found a wooden sign with a beer keg on it. Just as you made your way up some wooden steps, a bloodhound stood in your path.

Similar to Vincent, he stood out from his surroundings. His chestnut-brown fur shimmered with a spectral outline. A silver ear cuff shone on his right floppy ear. His short tail stood on end.

"Intruder! Intruder!" barked the hound. "You're not from one of my dear brother's paintings. How did you get here?"

"Woah, woah. Settle down, boy." You backed up slowly as he drew closer. "Just visiting. I'm looking for—"

He sniffed around your ankles, then your clothes. You shielded the pocket that held Vincent's envelope. The bloodhound's maw pulled back in a snarl.

"An art thief?! Not on my watch!"

"What, no!"

"You stole something of his. It’s in that pocket, I can smell it."

Unable to reason with the haughty hound, you were forced to run in hopes of losing him. He proceeded to chase you around the painted city for a solid thirty minutes.

Huffing and puffing, you looked around frantically for any sign of the river that Vincent mentioned. *Surely he would know how to pacify his guard dog, if that is what he is.*

Your legs grew heavy and rigid like planks of wood. The bloodhound leapt onto your back, sending you tumbling forward.

"Get...off...me!" You struggled against his incessant pawing at your pocket. "I NEED TO FIND THEO."

He stiffened. "For me?"

"For...huh." Still dazed, words eluded you. You revealed the envelope in your pocket, waving it.

A weight was lifted off your chest, and a hand—a human hand—swiped the letter from yours. In front of you stood a tall man with brunet hair swooped left like sharp blades of grass. His cobalt blue eyes scanned the contents of the letter.  

"Why didn't you say so sooner?"

"You wouldn't let me finish!"

He offered you a hand to get up. "Come on, then. We shouldn't keep Vincent waiting."

You got up and brushed yourself off with more insults swirling in your head. Theo was already walking away, cool as a cucumber, as you let out all your frustrations. 

After a short walk, the loud and busy cityscape gave way to tranquil waters and soft sand. A handful of rowboats were docked. The warm yellow light of the buildings reflected onto the river, extending from shore to shore. The shimmering lights above brightened. The crescent moon was out of sight. The astral artist waved and the river swayed in tandem with his sweeping arcs.      

"I hope my little brother didn't trouble you much," Vincent said with a gentle smile.

"Well..." You rolled your eyes at Theo, who whistled loudly while avoiding eye contact.

Though you didn't say more, Vincent's smile fell. "Oh no."

Theo flinched when Vincent pinched his cheek. "Theo... What did we say about reacting impulsively?"

"Urk... I was just trying to keep your work safe."

Vincent sighed. "I understand you meant no harm." His voice trailed off, flicking his head towards you.

Theo inhaled sharply and turned to you. "I'm...sorry. For the way I reacted." He rubbed the back of his neck, looking away.

Vincent pat his head. "You can make up for it with a generous plate of your delicious pancakes."

Your stomach growled approvingly.

"But first, how do we get out of here?" you asked.

"Your device should do the trick," said Vincent with open arms. "Ready when you are."

"Wait!!" shouted Theo. "Me first. I don't...think I can handle seeing Vincent vacuumed like that again."

He has memories of previous nights? you thought. A brotherly bond stronger than paranormal curses, how sweet.

Fulfilling his wish, you captured Theo first, then Vincent. As you did, the world around you swirled in on itself. Blues and oranges blended together, and your sense of direction distorted along with it. The buildings compressed like clay, and the river washed over the stars.

Everything faded to black.

When you opened your eyes, you stood on solid wooden ground in the center of a regular studio.

Moonlight shone through a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows. You recognized the paintings on display as the city you ran through. No museum experience could ever live up to what you have seen here. Maybe you should propose the idea of a walk-in painting when—if—you get back home.

Beside your feet, both ghosts had dropped something behind; a paintbrush and magnifying glass. Two more for the count. You were getting good at this.

"Into the pouch you go," you declared, exiting the room with a rejuvenated sense of purpose.

You opened the map to your next destination. The longer you remained here, the harder it was to convince yourself it was just a dream. You touched the furniture you passed by, as a means of testing that theory. The man you met at the Louvre came to mind. Sebastian’s master. The subject of the painting at the entrance hallway.

"Ah," said a velvety voice. "Sebastian didn't tell me we were expecting guests."

You clutched your vacuum tube, aimed at the source. The shadow of a figure came into view. "And you are?"

Expensive leather shoes clicked as a man walked into the light. A large beige coat framed a lithe figure of aristocratic air. Blond hair swept over molten golden irises faintly glow in the dark.

The cause of your arrival in this strange world. He raised a hand to his chest, tipping forward in a noble bow. "I am the head of this mansion. Better known as le Comte de Saint-Germain. Enchanté."

~*~

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Hang on Me

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Ikemen Vampire

Dazai Osamu x Reader, pt 1

A/n: First part of the Stalker series, also I am NOT fluent in Japanese at all, I apologize as there are most likely many mistakes in translations of informal/formal speech and so on, I mostly used google translate and other websites. But expect there to be mistakes. Additionally, I don't know if Dazai has a pen name in the events of the his route so I just didn't give him one directly. I also don't remember the editor having a name so I also gave him a random name.

Tw: Contains depression, stalking, destruction of property, threats

Translations:

Dazai: Ohayo/ Morning (informal)

Sebastian: Ohayo Gozaimas/ Good morning (formal)

Y/n: Ohayo/ morning (informal)

Sebastian: Matte/wait (informal)

Dazai: gochisosama, itte kimasu/ thank you for the meal, I'm leaving (informal, formal)

Y/n: Deeto/ Date (informal(?))

Dazai: nande/ why (informal)

Y/n: iya-dōiu imidesu ka? Shuji-kun?/ no,what do you mean? Shuji-kun (formal)

Dazai: Dou shita no?/ What's wrong? (informal(?))

Y/n: kiete shimatta, kako ni wa inai!/ It's gone, it's not here! (informal(?))

Theo: dwass/ fool

Theo: Verdomme/ Dammit

~~~

Dazai's blissful slumber crudely comes to an end as the suns glare unwelcomingly attaches itself to his face. As his face scrunches in brief discomfort, he opens his eyes and his gaze travels downwards to what, or rather who, should be occupying the space next to him, his sleeping lover. His discomfort from the sun intensifies as he opens his eyes to see that you were not in his arms. A shiver racks his body, he'd left the window open and the winter months have not been kind.

As he shielded his face a groan escapes his lips when he decides to haul himself up and look around the room for you, a pout rests on his face and he sighs as you are nowhere in his peripheral vision. Dazai knows there are only two options as to where his beloved is.

Quickly changing from his yukata into his daily kimono, he sets out to your room.

You weren't in your room Dazai crossed off one place from his mental list and quickly made his way to the kitchen in search of you.

~~~

Upon nearing the kitchen he heard Sebastians most recent scolding. "...honestly" the butler sighed more in concern than in irritation or anger.

"Ohayo~" a light smile graced Dazai's face as he made himself known. Upon taking in your latest creations "oh my, Toshiko-san, you've truly outdone yourself a true pâtissier" Dazai says as he picks up a piece of cut bread, 'mm banana' he thinks as he chews it. "Ohayo gozaimas Dazai-sensei" Sebastian greets, "Ohayo" you say rising from your apologetic bow. Dazai hides his frown as he takes in your appearance, disheveled sleeping attire, hair partially rusted, most likely from the little sleep you were able to get, eye bags darker than they were before, you could almost confuse them for a make up look.

"I'll go out and get more now" at your words Dazai's attention was gathered, "matte, at least wait until after breakfast" Sebastian pleaded. You nodded and started gathering the many pans and platters filled with pastries and cookies, etc.

As both men watched you exit the kitchen "Dazai-sensei..." Sebastian knew he didn't need to make his concerns vocal, but he knew you weren't well. He could see it, they all could. "Mm" Dazai agreed, his smile vanishing, while he was concerned for his lover he trusted that you would come to him, if and when you needed him, which you do. He was aware of your 'coping mechanisms' as you put it, it was healthy and yummy, in his opinion, but he knew that wasn't enough sometimes. After all you were approaching the one year mark of your saying good-bye to your home...and your time.

Putting the last of breakfast on the table as everyone, almost everyone, sorry Napoleon, trickled in. You took a seat, still in your pajamas, as opposed to everyone who were dressed for the day. "Hondje" you looked up from your plate. "Yes?" you answered, "do you need more training or did you actually forget your brains this morning" Theo confidently asked, he was worried. "Huh? Oh, no, I just didn't want my clothes to smell like food for when I go out later so.." you trailed off. You wanted to get an early start on the groceries, to make it up for Sebastian for using most of the baking ingredients for tomorrows breakfast. "Is anybody else finished?" you ask, multiple heads turn to look at you.

"You're done already?" Isaac asks, making a rare appearance at breakfast. "Ah, I'm not really that hungry, kept snacking while I was baking" you say as a matter of factly, you smile at the rest of them and take your plate to the kitchen.

Dazai decided, this was his time to act, "gochisosama, itte kimasu" he said as he followed you in pursuit.

"Shuji-san" you called him as you turned on the tap "you're not going to eat more?" you wonder if the food was to his liking, he usually likes the food, seeing as it is usually a traditional Japanese breakfast, but you made it like you always do, so maybe you did something wrong? "Mm-mm" he dissuaded your worries, "I've got and early meeting with my editor, after that I am mostly free. I thought we could get the groceries together and after..." he trailed off.

"Deeto!" a brilliant smile lit up your face in turn let up his and he nodded in affirmation.

Finishing up the dishes you animatedly told your boyfriend to wait for you by the stairs as you briskly walked to the doorway, then hiking it up to your room to change and fix your-everything.

~~~

You held a bit of breath as Shuji helped you down from the carriage. Still not used to balancing your weight on such a small step.

"This meeting shouldn't take long" he said hoping it would ease you, you nodded not worried at all. Happy wherever and whenever you were with him.

"You made it" Dazai's editor stood from the booth, as he greeted you both. After shaking Dazai's hand he took yours, you gave a slight bow more out of habit than anything else. He clumsily returned your slight bow as best he could, not wanting to be rude. He only stopped when you gave him one of your kind smiles.

Ever the gentleman Shuji let you sit first while he and his editor, Auguste, got their greetings out of the way and settled down into the booth to discuss Dazai's newest short story. As you waited for their meeting to end you pulled out your latest re-read, 'The Call of Cthulhu', H.P. Lovecraft. Though you knew to be careful, this book wouldn't be written for almost, another twenty years. You had carefully folded a cover over the book, a simple Lovecraft written on top.

As the meeting came to an end barely an hour later, Auguste took notice of your book. "Love..Cra..ft" he announced, gathering yours and your lovers attention. "English?" he questioned, you nodded, "I have to say I've never heard of them" he looked up at you, eyes shining with childlike curiosity.

"Ahh, he is..rather unknown..mostly known in Japan. Not very popular here" you chose your words very carefully. "Really, well you should introduce him to me then!" You and Shuji gently laughed as Auguste playfully boasted about his profession and skill. As you three stood up to say your goodbye's and leave.

"Monsieur, would you like me to pack this to go?" the waitress asked the elderly man sitting at the counter. His eyes which were so glazed over only moments before they sprang to life once more, "No!" he hollered moving fast enough that his hand had gotten caught on the edge of the cake, sending it toppling over, plate and all. Making a rather loud crash, as the plate broke in three and the cake landed smack onto the floor. Gathering the attention of many in the cafe, including your boyfriend, yourself, and the seniors son.

"Papa!" Auguste turned to the scene. "Please accept my apologies. I'll pay for the plate of course. Papa are you alright" you and Shuji watched in silence, while most of the cafe patrons went back to their own business. "If it's not too much trouble, can we have two cakes to go?" He asked the waitress as went to get something to clean up the mess only bending down to help once he received an affirmative nod. Your heart cracked as you saw his expression, grief and sadness written all over him "She was going to take it away, how will she know we're waiting for her if there's no cake. She loves cake" he accentuated his point with his hands and body. You could tell by what seemed like gibberish to most were the signs of something much more painful.

"I know papa..." you didn't need to see his face to know Auguste had a painful expression on him. One that you and Shuji wore often. "Please excuse me" he briefly excused himself to Dazai before fussing over his father and trying to get him to calm down.

As Auguste's father was calming down he turned his head to the side, where the glass window was and locked eyes with you. "Anne!" you could have sworn you saw tears in his eyes "Anne!" the elderly man eagerly made his way towards you, a look of fatherly love evident on his face, only now did you take in the rest of his appearance. Well dressed for a person of upper middle class, though the type of coat he's wearing was generally something you'd seen on a younger sort of man. "Anne where have you been, your brother and I have been waiting for hours! You didn't go off with that Beaudet boy did you? He's not as kind as he seems." You watched him go off in a fatherly rant, that seemed familiar in a way. You didn't pull away as he took hold of your hands and engulfed them in his own gaunt and thin hands, holding strong and firm the opposite of how he was perceived. "Would you like to sit down" you offered a kind smile gracing your features.

Dazai was unsure of what to do.

The older man did as you asked but kept his hands on your own regardless.

"Papa..." his son looked at his father a deep sense of sadness in his eyes.

"Why don't you go on to your next appointment and I'll see you later" you ended in a question so as to give him control, just like a daughter would with her father. "Ohh.." he trailed off seriously thinking it over "al-alright we'll see you at home, come Auguste say goodbye to your sister. I'll wait for you by the entrance" he said not looking back once.

You all watched him walk off in the direction of the entrance of the cafe, muttering to himself, but more calm than he was moments ago.

"Are you alright" your beloved asked you, worried of you'd been shaken up at all. "I'm alright" you eased his worries.

"I'm sorry about him, it's..it's gotten worse these days..he was confused because your stature and features well, they remind him of my sister, Anne. She has long since passed" you gave your condolences and shook your head in understanding. "I went through something similar like this with my grandfather, in my experience it's best not to try a break them out of it." you recounted. "Hm, yes that's what the doctor has been telling us as well" Auguste explained. You both saw how he didn't want to go much farther into it, so you decided to say your goodbye's and quickly took your leave.

~~~

"I think we can make it to the supermarket on foot from here" you leaned outwards on the curb than on the sidewalk, looking out as far as you could while trying to balance your lower half on the curb and your upper half trying to catch sight of the grocery store. Shuji kept his arm around your waist, firmly, as you leaned out further, "be careful" he reminded you, you mindlessly agreed and set yourself straight again. "Okay, I think I see it from here" you say, matter of factly, when you didn't get an answer you turned to your lover to find him staring off into space. "Shuji-san" he looked down to you as he felt your hand softly caress his cheek, your expression tightening with worry. His hand easily encompassed your own as he met your worry with his own gentle smile.

As you two started to walk he asked "Y/n, is it common there? That people are aware, and know what to do with elders who aren't well?" As you walked together through the semi crowded sidewalk Dazai took hold of your bag so you could hold hands, you were always more comfortable with affection than he was. Though, you trusted he would tell you if he was uncomfortable with anything. "Hm, of you mean back at the cafe right?" you asked, to which he nodded. "Not really, in my case it was because I was exposed to it so much. But unless you work in that sort of field or you or someone you know are affected by it, not many people know how to act." you finish. "it was like that before too" you were surprised by his answer, not by what he said, but because Dazai doesn't talk about his past very often.

"I think I heard about a Love-uh Craft-eh, when I was young" Dazai admits changing the topic quickly, "really?" while you knew they operated around the same time period you didn't think he would be big or even available in Japan at that time. "Ah" he confirmed, "do you like him" you hear a tinge of jealousy in his voice, swallowing your humor you answer. "As a writer, sort of...yeah" you shake your hand to and fro to accentuate. "As a person absolutely not" the matter of fact tone in your voice makes Dazai press further, "oh? Why is that" he turns to you. "Well" you start "it doesn't help that he was a raging white supremacist" you finish, "hm?" oh, 'that term might not be in use yet', "he was really really racist." you explain, "ahh" you saw him nod in understanding.

"After we're done maybe we should visit the children in the park?" he proposed, changing the subject. "Mmm, maybe, though they might not be there, it's getting colder now" you answer, winter was getting closer and it was getting dark earlier as well. You thank him as he holds door open for you, "do you wanna split up or do you want to get everything together" as if you even have to ask, he smiles at you. You converse as you gather the essentials flour, sugar, yeast, etc.

You were almost done with the list, you and Dazai split up to get the last two ingredients. Unfortunately for you, the sugar you needed was on the top shelf. Your face turns red from frustration as you try and fail to grasp the item. An angry pout settles on your face, as you drop your feet evenly back to the ground. Taking a deep breath, you reach up again, this time your fingers grasp it wobbling it back instead of forward. you squint in concentration.

You feel a hand on your shoulder, pushing your weight back down. They go for the item, reaching farther than you could. Your brief surprise dissipates as you realize who it is from their side profile. "François!" your surprised voice reaches his ears. The young man s boyish smile accentuated by the light outside. "Thank you" he sheepishly waved you off, his smile softening for you. "How was your day" he asks "oh, it was good, my boyfriend's taking me out after this" You replied unable to hide your blush at the mention of your lover, though you were surprised by his question, even so you shouldn't have been considering he almost always asks how you are.

"Hello" the way Dazai lowers himself to your ear to whisper softly to you has you scarlet red. "Dazai!" Neither man miss the way your face brightens when you notice his presence. "François" you motion to the young boy, "Dazai" you motion to your love. "Dazai Osamu" Shuji said cooly, offering his hand, he saw the way François looks at you.

Shuji looks at you the same way.

"Ah, François Beauvais" he hastily shook Dazai's hand as he introduced himself, Dazai's eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he felt François' grip squeeze. A sensation he returned, his Cheshire smile widening by a fraction.

Sensing the tension you put your hand on Dazai's arm and asked "did you find it alright", as the sound of your gentle voice serenaded his ears, Dazai's tense expression lifted as his eyes met your own.

'You are the Euridyce to my Orpheus', Dazai thought as stars were held in his eyes.

An uncomfortable cough breaks you two out of your reverie. "Please pardon us" your sheepish answer only makes Dazai inwardly swoon more, you're so cute when you're flustered. "Did you find it alright" you repeat, to which he replies "yes, are you ready" as you nodded Dazai got ready to depart.

"Are you ready to pay, I can go with you to the register that way you won't have to wait in the line" the young man rushed out. Jealousy dripped down into Shuji's stomach, a silent breath made its way out his mouth. "Are you sure that's alright, won't you get in trouble?" Your worried expression matched the tightness in your chest. Dazai nodded in agreement wondering the same thing.

"Don't worry just don't tell anyone" François playfully winked at you as he held his finger to his lips. Shuji doesn't like him, "that's alright, I don't want you to get in trouble" you decidedly announced, "hm?" the young man voiced his confusion, not expecting your rejection. "Thank you for your assistance" Shuji abruptly ended the interaction. As he took the woven basket, provided by the store, in one arm placing the item he'd gotten in alongside the rest and took hold of your arm in a gentle yet firm grip, making his way toward the cashier.

You fell into step with him as you both heard the owner call out "François! Get moving!".

As you two made your way to the front to pay, your eyes met François' once more, a quick flat smile made it's way onto your face as you waited for him to finish bagging your items and for Dazai to finish paying the cashier. "Thank you" you bowed slightly, he waved you off, "it's nothing, this is my job".

You and Shuji walked out of the store hand in hand as he held the bag in his other hand.

"You wanted to go to the-" "Ggrrrrrr..." your blush more apparent then Isaac's bright hair. "Hey!" a chuckle Shuji failed to hide made it so much worse, you looked like you were ready to cry. "Ahh, I can't help it when my beautiful dove makes such noises" he confessed as his laugh died down. "You keep saying stuff like that people are going to get the wrong idea" you mutter an out evident on your lips as you look away in embarrassment.

~~~

You leaned back as a waiter brought your sweets and tea over, you both thanked him quietly. You don't think you'll be able to see the children today, looking at Shuji noticed the forlorn look upon your lovers face, "what's wrong" your worried tone reached him. "Y/n, are you unhappy" his grave tone and matching expression put you off guard "eh?" small, curt and full of confusion "iya-dōiu imidesu ka? Shuji-kun?" being completely unprepared by such a confrontation, it felt like your defenses and walls were being pulled apart. Like you were put bare for the world to see, you wanted it to stop, but you knew you couldn't do that. Not to him. "Is this about from this morning" you continued switching back to French, gathering enough of your bearings to switch languages.

"Mm" he confirmed, "are you unhappy here...with me" he added the last part quietly casting his head down in fear, maybe it's not that you don't want to be with him maybe it's that you don't want to be awa-"No" he looked up your eyes full of resolve. Sure and as unwavering as the glaring sun. "No I am not unhappy here nor am I unhappy with you" you repeat, "if this is about this morning, I just..get tired sometimes and...that's just my way of dealing with things, I have other ways but not many that I feel secure doing..here anyways" your confident look washed and faded away as you answered him.

"If that's what it is then why don't you come to me about this, that's what we're here for" you know what he means. Not the others not Le Comte, not Napoleon, not Leonardo, him, just him. "There are so many reasons as to why I don't talk about this to people, but one of the most common reasons is because..." he waited for you to continue as a lump formed in his throat from anticipation? Anxiety? Fear? Still he kept quiet as you found the words.

"I tried that before-before I met you that is..." your voice trailed off, your hands fiddled with one another your gaze downcast in anxiousness. "'Stop being lazy', 'we all have problems', 'you have too much time on your hand you just need to exercise'... I've told people close to me about this before and they always told me stuff like that, eventually...I just..stopped" your confessions tore a crack in his heart. How can someone, anyone, say this to you. You who are so kind, so amazing, so beautifully you.

"When I decided to tell them that what they said wasn't helpful..." he waited in silence as you tried to find the proper words "they would just stop...in-in a way...when I got more comfortable telling them that I wasn't..okay. They would always get this despondent, sorrowful look their face and that felt worse then being pitied...because I knew that they didn't know how to help me. And I don't want to make anyone feel like that, least not-especially not you. You are my happiness, how could I do that to you"

"I'm sorry" you bowed, you didn't mean to hurt him. "I'm-I'm not angry, I'm worried, I don''t want to lose you. I want to be someone you rely on" you look up at him your gaze filled with pure adoration, love and affection swirl in your heart. Your eyes water as you nod.

As you begin to eat he tells you about some of his ideas for his next stories. Never once missing how your face softens every time as you converse back and forth.

~~~

An irritated breath left your lips as you hastily emptied your bag and its contents onto the desk.

You two had gotten back barely an hour ago, you were supposed to meet him in la thermae, but when you began to empty your bag from the day you noticed, it wasn't there. The knot in your chest getting bigger and bigger.

"Dou shita no?" you were so worried about your missing item, Shuji's voice and the light from the hall surprised you. "The book, the one I had with me today, kiete shimatta, kako ni wa inai!" you cried in fear and self blame. He put a comforting hand on your shoulder, a sigh of defeat exits from you "perhaps Auguste has it? If not we could go looking for it tomorrow" he began listing off the numerous places it could be. "I can't tomorrow I promised to help Theo with prepare for the upcoming gallery" you whined in exhaustion and defeat. "Still, if it turns up it'll most likely end up at Theo-kuns office" he reminded you.

You'd forgotten, you asked Theo if it was alright to write his office address on the inside of your books incase any of them ever got lost. Since the mansion can be hard to find with it being deep in the woods. He'd said it was alright as long as you help him out from time to time.

It was getting late, while you were anxious about your missing book you were also worried about bothering everyone who were all most likely starting to get ready for bed.

~~~

While you found it hard to fall asleep completely beside yourself with worry. What if someone finds it and it and you end up ruining the future? But with Shuji soothingly rubbing circles on your back as you clung to his yukata, your mind going in circles from anxiousness.

While the thought of baking again did seem appealing you knew that Sebastian wouldn't have enough of the ingredients he would need for tomorrow's breakfast. Also you have not had a full nights sleep in almost 48 hours.

The lack of sleep did outweigh your anxiety eventually, you and Shuji fell asleep intertwined with one another.

~~~

"Ready" Theo turned to you checking his pocket watch, one of his treasured gifts from Vincent. Yawning you nodded in response while covering your mouth, he looked at you eyebrow raised in slight concern, to you it came off as offense "sorry, I didn't get much sleep yesterday" you answer sheepishly. "I don't need to know your night activities hondje" he teases turning away so you won't see his face. "What? No! I lost one of my books so I was worried about how to find it, I have the address of your office written down but still" he turned back around at the sound of your worried voice reached his ears. "Tucking your tail between your legs isn't going to solve anything, it should turn up sooner or later, I'll have some of the others keep an eye out at the office incase someone comes in" he told you as he tussled your hair.

"Thank you" your worry mostly easing over at the moment, you bow slightly in thanks. "Tch, you don't need to thank me, let's go hondje" he tells you as he starts walking back not looking back once. You wordlessly follow him jogging up to match his pace.

Dazai smiles at you as he watches silently behind the stairs railings.

~~~

A little while after you'd reached the gallery Theo noticed that some of the papers he'd needed weren't with him. You offered to help him look for them.

"Did you find them?" He hollered from across the room. It was mostly just you and a couple of Theo's employees. Most of which were moving the paintings around. The others were helping to look of rhte papers, "No" you called out definitively. "Is it possible you left it back at the office?" You turned back to look at him walking over, "If not maybe they're still at the mansion" your voice quieter not only so no one else would hear you but also because Theo was right in front of you.

He nodded in agreement "Verdomme!!!" He exclaimed, you quickly leaned back and away from him as he quickly breathed out through his nostrils to calm himself down. "Sorry, sorry" he apologized and took a few more calming breaths, "lets's-let's look again" he decided pinching around his eyes in frustration.

"We've searched three times" you reasoned. "Look, if it's not here then it's at the office. If it's not at the office then it's in your room. Documents don't just disappear like that, they have to be somewhere" you really hope you're right.

"You're right, let's head to the office and search there if not then I'll head back and you and one of the others can hold down until I get back." Theo decided, you nodded in agreement and you two swiftly made your way to his office in town. Luckily it wasn't far from the gallery.

~~~

"You start by the door, I'll start by the-" "Theodore!" you both turned to the voice that cut Theo off, it was the owner of the gallery. "Go on ahead I'll meet you inside" he told you while handing you the key, which you accepted.

You locked eyes with the other person who was staying at the office that day, the acknowledged you and went back to their cigarette.

Opening the door your gaze was immediately drawn to the papers on the floor.

"Wha...!!!" your train of thought was cut off by the sight in front of you.

~~~

"Theodore, I'm not so sure about-" "AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!"

The two turned immediately at the high pitched shriek of terror. And before the owner could ask, he saw Theo darting towards the door and up the stairs.

It was you

"HONDJE!!! WHAT-!!!" he froze at the sight in front of him. Upon entering the room a foul familiar smell of iron intruded his nostrils. Covering his nose and mouth with his arm, he reached down to help you off the floor where you fell. "We-we need to...we need to call the constable"

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Tag list: @loverofmanyrandomthings

A/n: I am so sorry this took so long. 😓

Please interact and tell me what you think, I would like to know what I should improve on.

[fang-and-feather]

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Rating: G

Category: F/M, Multi

Relationship: Leonardo da Vinci/MC/Theodorus van Gogh (can be seen as a V or Triad)

Prompt(s): Inspiration from @polyamships

Summary: Leonardo hasn't created anything for a long time, but his family might be the change he was waiting for.

This was supposed to be a test drive for a pairing I was suggested but ended being a undefined polyamorous fic, short and done last minute, without any direct character interaction. Not much of a test drive. Maybe next month... Also my poor attempt at an event banner...

IkeVamp Masterlist / General Masterlist

Leonardo hadn’t really been able to paint for ages, or do much of anything that went beyond the drafting stage, but, as time went by with his new family, he often found himself more inspired, especially after the baby was born.

In fact, his most detailed sketches were either of his girlfriend when their relationship was beginning and whenever he saw something new in her, or of her or Theo with the baby, sometimes the three of them together, and a few only of the baby.

Maybe it was the novelty of it all that inspired him the most. Or maybe it was about having proof these fleeting moments were real and not just a dream in the future. When his wife was gone, the child had grown, and he had no idea what his relationship to Theo would be by then.

Or, worse yet, when so much time had passed that he was left alone with his feelings and memories.

As a pureblood vampire, he was eternal. Everyone else’s lives were so fleeting compared to his, even of the other vampires.

But the idea of keeping physical proof of these moments sounded both tempting and scary. Being surrounded by these memories would be a blessing or a curse?

Leonardo didn’t know, so he refrained from giving in to these bouts of inspiration, even when Theo caught him sketching and practically begged him to try painting again.

But one late afternoon, after coming back from the town and not finding his wife, Leonardo walked into the baby’s room, to find her and Theo huddled together on the sofa, the baby secure in their arms, all three of them fast asleep, bathed into the orange glow of the setting sun.

It was such a warm scene. Even Theo looked so peaceful and soft instead of his usual rough and tense, always working and always in a hurry. A moment Theo would try to deny or downplay when he woke up.

The painting was done slowly and in secret, with borrowed materials and Leonardo considered abandoning it many times, questioning the use of his rare moments alone, but for once, he saw it to the end.

Maybe it was because he never considered sharing it with anyone else but his family. He had no intention of creating for the public ever again, but Leonardo realized it didn’t mean never creating again.

Using his inspiration to please his family wasn’t so bad. Maybe not as often as inspiration struck or he wouldn’t have the space, but making something special every once in a while was good enough to pass time and show what his family and the memories he had of them were important for him.

After all, they were the ones who inspired him to enjoy the moment instead of just letting everything for later, or thinking that nothing mattered much because he had all the time in the world. And even for the rest of eternity, they would be his inspiration for how he would live his life, to watch his family continue to grow and change and he would continue creating for them.

IkeVamp Masterlist / General Masterlist

[yanderepuck]

Welcome to my blog~

I only write for Ikemen Vampire, but I'd like to let you know that this isn't a fandom blog, it is a personal blog, its just that Ikemen Vampire has been my hyperfixation for the last four years so that's really all that is on here.

I really appreciate it if you could comment and reblog the work of mine that you like so that I can keep writing for you guys.

Enjoy!

Commission info

Napoleon Mozart Leonardo Vincent Theo Arthur Isaac Jean Dazai Shakespeare Comte Sebastian Vlad Faust Charles Drake Galileo

Headcanons for All Things that might as well be canon The Pets

Trying sushi When mom and dad aren't home Charles x Vincent Platonic: Part 1 - Part 2 Vincent x Dazai Platonic: Part 1 - Part 2 Will x Vincent genderbend Evil Trio group chat Everyone is babies Hunter AU Sword lessons The guys in Twisted Wonderland dorms Me snapping their suspenders Mc with mental illness Secret Santa

Spicy things Masterlist Just Writer Trio Things Masterlist Pirate AU Masterlist Kiss Event Lines Masterlist Sleepwalking Isaac Masterlist Depressed Vincent Masterlist Charles Route Release Campaign Ikevamp OC Masterlist OC Masterpost Catboy Cafe AU: Part 1 - Part 2 - Mini Story - Cafe Layout Salai Route Masterlist

How old the guys were when they died How their ages work Vincent's Romantic Life: Part 1 - Part 2 Drake's route chapter 1&2 / Drake's Route chapter 23&24 Why doesn't Leonardo like Will? So how old are the purebloods?

No one believes each other They actually have vampire abilities No one understands French - Bonus I - Bonus II They have a social media following Mc is a pureblood - Bonus I Mc has an underfunded American public education

Who is eating the peas with their fish and chips Coffee or Tea? Biting Jude Canon vs Fanon heights

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Free to use character sheet

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C H A T S

Another Family Meeting - No Pets in le Thermae

Can you tie a tie?

New Residents at the Mansion (IkeVamp Meets IkeSen)

The One Where Leonardo Accepted a NSFW Art Commission

The One Where Jean Got Horny During Mozart's Concert

Father's Day at the Mansion

The One Where Leonardo Fell Asleep at the Wheel

Leonardo? Napoleon? Who?

H E A D C A N O N S

Suitor Reacts to a Fight (Leonardo, Arthur)

MC Reaction to Being Mad at Suitor (Leonardo, Arthur, Comte, Vlad)

Suitors Giving You a Massage (Napoleon, Leonardo, Theo, Jean)

A R T H U R

Santa Claus is coming to town (NSFW)

Have You Ever? (NSFW)

Reflections (NSFW)

Morning Coffee

C H A R L E S

A Joyful Wish (NSFW)

C O M T E

Tempting Desires (NSFW)

Dear Diary (Comte de St. Germain x Reader x Vlad)

Bound (NSFW)

Miss You More (NSFW)

My Cherie Amour (NSFW)

Auld Lang Syne

D A Z A I

In Through the Window...

And Into the Bedroom (NSFW)

D R A K E

Summer Dreams (NSFW)

J E A N

Let's Make Mararons (NSFW)

An Afternoon Surprise

Stolen Kisses (NSFW)

A New Tradition (NSFW)(Napoleon x Reader x Jean)

Happy Birthday (NSFW)

Thank You for Loving Me

Silent Night

L E O N A R D O

Don't Make a Mess (NSFW)

A Gift for Lumiere (NSFW)

Ghosts of Christmas Past (NSFW)

Painting with the Master

Unexpected Plans

Cara Mia (NSFW)

The Night We Met

M O Z A R T

Daydreaming

Relax and Unwind

N A P O L E O N

A Bun in the Oven (NSFW)

More Eggnog, Please (NSFW)

Midnight Tryst (NSFW)

A New Tradition (NSFW)(Napoleon x Reader x Jean)

Warmth (NSFW)

Another New Year (NSFW)

Peekaboo

Kiss the Cook (NSFW)

T H E O D O R U S

Blue Velvet (NSFW)

Theodours Fedorus (NSFW)

Longing (NSFW)

A Walk in the Park

Morning Kisses

All Night Long (NSFW)

All I Want for Christmas is You

V L A D

Under the Mistletoe (NSFW)

Dear Diary (Comte de St. German x Reader x Vlad)

Unsatiable (NSFW)

Dance with Me

I Found You

A Light in the Darkness

Cruel Summer

Winter Wonderland

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I need help focusing on a wip. Please let me know what you want to see down below so I can try and focus my energy.

[writer-akihiko]

Hello! New follower here, love your work!

Can I request an MC that just came out of a bad relationship before coming to the IkeVamp mansion? For Arthur, Theo and Mozart if possible. If you don't feel comfortable with the topic feel free to not do it!

Thx ♥️

He's Not Worth It: Arthur, Theo + Mozart

An ask that I had a lot of fun doing! Also, welcome new follower. I tried to give the MC in these scenarios different kinds of bad relationships [if that makes sense] so there are a few warnings, but the boys are loving. Cut for length.

Warnings: mentions of neglectful relationships, mentions of cheating, mentions of lying + promise breaking, mentions of emotional manipulation

Arthur Conan Doyle

For as much as he flirted with you, he thought you were going to push him away. To his surprise, you weren't welcoming but you were… surprised

He never stopped his flirtatious behaviour, but it intrigued him that you almost… appreciated his many pick up lines, and his closeness to you

You two were comfortable around each other. It was as if you knew each other for centuries with how you both worked around each other

A relationship was quick to bloom, and shortly after Arthur confessed about his own past to you. And in reply, you did the same…

You captured Arthur's much larger hands in yours, kissing the tips of his fingers as he finishes his tale about his past. You understood him in a way, which simply furthered his curiosity about you. Arthur was quick to wrap his hands around yours, before kissing the top of your hand. "I can tell you want to tell your story as well, my love."

You nodded, your shoulders shrinking as you tried to gather your courage. Arthur's presence and soft encouragements were enough to get you out of your meek shell. You lifted your head, looking straight at Arthur. "The truth is… the moment I came to mansion was just the day after I separated from my previous lover."

Now this… this was something he couldn't predict. He let you continue, far too surprised to have any input of his own. You took a deep breath once more. "It wasn't a good relationship. He… He was neglectful of me, and thought lowly of me. I've never received a compliment once from him, since he'd always say I was undeserving of any. So when you walked into my life, I…"

Arthur's arm wrapped around your waist, pushing you onto his lap. Your frame locked in perfectly with his, as his other hand crept to your cheek. You leaned into his warm hand, as he pressed a soft, yet loving kiss on your lips this time, cradling your head into the kiss. He was the first one to pull away, his eyes half-lidded with the drunk taste of you.

"Oh my love… How could such a monster touch you? It disgusts me, but that man should be grateful that he's in another timeline," He muttered. His hands adjusted your position, as if you were straddling him. "YN, I'll make you forget him. I swear on it, by drowning you in so much affection that you'd never find yourself lacking in love ever again…"

Theodorus Van Gogh

Theo was not someone who approached you first. Well, perhaps it was a lie since he was lured by the scent of the pancakes to the kitchen…

Initially, he and you got along, with the occasional teasing. The conversations moved onto him talking about his business, particularly with him dealing with artist

Despite your admittance for never understanding it, he couldn't get why you were so eager to hear his stories. He'd turn red when you tell him to go on

A relationship was bound to bloom, yet Theo wanted to know the reason behind your constant compliment to him

Although your relationship just began, Theo didn't rush into such things as physical affection. He respected your boundaries, since Theo didn't want to overwhelm you. It made him jump at every chance to hang out with you, in this day, particularly with making pancakes with you. "What is it that you want to tell me about?"

You knew it was coming. Before accepting Theo's confession, you had told him that there were your boundaries, considering what happened to you. You snapped out of your thoughts, feeling Theo's palm on the small of your back. He was gentle with you, for as curt as he was. "Listen well Theo," You said. "Before you… there was another man in my life. And… he didn't treat me well, per say."

Theo's hand balled into a fist, but your hand brushed over his bicep, as if to calm him down. "I'm okay Theo," You told him. His muscles relaxed, but he tugged you to his side, as if to protect you from those memories. You continued with your story. "He… was a very manipulative man. Even though he's cheated multiple times, I somehow find myself accepting him. One day I couldn't take it anymore, so I left him."

Theo pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, muttering, "You did good, Hondje. If I ever meet him I'll give him a few punches for you…"

His aggression was almost adorable. You returned another kiss to him, right under his jaw. "Theodorus Van Gogh… the trust and love you've shown me… it's beyond my words on how it's healed me."

His arms gathered underneath your thighs, abruptly lifting you to meet his gaze. The stares did not last, as Theo peppered butterfly kisses on your neck and collarbone, with mutters of praise and 'Gosh I love you's in between. It was then, for the first time, you replied with a soft "I love you too, Theo."

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Mozart is not someone who was initially friendly towards you, but you openly respected that he was honest with you. It was odd to him, that you took such insults with a smile…

The usual talks in between your cleaning never furthered into anything much, that was until Mozart made a promise to take you out to town in exchange for your assistance for cleaning his piano so well

He found it strange that you were so expectant of it, but at the same time you were hesitant with it. He misunderstood it as you being embarrassed since it could be taken as an invitation to a date

In the end, he was a stiff mess, incapable of holding your hand as his mind kept scolding himself for being upfront with you. It was then, with a tug of his sleeve, you got his attention at the isolated hill, overlooking the town below…

"Thank you for keeping your promise, Mozart," You said, your hand feathering his own, as if about to grasp his hand. His hand was the first to encircle your wrist like you were about to disappear from the crowd, but not a single soul was seen. You smiled, meeting eyes with him. Your free hand brushed the tendrils of his hair out of his eyes, revealing those lavender hues that you love so much.

He huffed, embarrassed that he didn't groom himself properly. He was in a rush, trying to make it on time. To your thanks, he reciprocated with fully gripping your hand, his slender fingers grasping onto your coarse hands. The silence was broken by Schelm, who had found a field mouse for himself to play with.

The conversations were mild, but around you Mozart was more… open than he'd usually be. He was unsure what prompted him to ask about your nuance behaviour, but the reply was worth his annoyance and anger.

"My past lover was someone who never kept promises," You shuffled in your place, looking at the ground. "I didn't… have any hope for anyone's promises afterwards. When you upheld your promise, I was overwhelmed."

"Such a waste of human," Mozart muttered, his grip on your hand tightening, as if to console you. Sure, he's had experience with those kinds of people, but to push someone like you to a point… It was unacceptable. It was a moment out of love for you that he was angry, but it was much more important to tend to you than his own rage.

He pulled your hand to his lips, feathering a kiss on your hand. His eyes bore into your own, as he whispered. "I'll make a promise to you then, YN. A promise to love you, if you'll allow me," He said, another arm lingering just above your waist, your bodies getting closer and closer. Another quick kiss was to your cheek, as he leaned to your ear. "And the day I break that promise will be the day that my own heart breaks for you."

[unknwnrm]

Random dude: *sits next to MC*

MC: *scoots away*

Random dude: Hey now I don't bite

Theo, slamming his fist down the table: I fuckin do

[natimiles]

≈ IKEVAMP SFW ≈

🤍 Platonic/Friends | 💖 Romance | 💔 Angst

Fanfics & Scenarios:

Mozart

💖 How Traditions Start

Isaac

💖 Strange Feelings (soulmate au)

💖 A Summer Birthday

🤍 Safer With You (can be platonic or pre-relationship)

💖 Sweet Surprises

💖🤍 Comfort

💔 Silently breaking

Arthur

💖 Winter Cuddles

💔 Just let me adore you

Arthur&Isaac

💖 A Shiny Christmas Eve

💖 First Day

💖 All of Me (no MC/reader)

💖 Mimos (no MC/reader)

Jean

💖 Are you here with me? (soulmate au)

💖 Sharing clothes with woman!Jean

💖 Worthy

Mitsuki (MC)

💖 She could be the one

Comte&Leonardo

💖 Warmth

More than one suitor

🤍 What is that? (a tattoed reader)

💖 Come a Little Closer: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 (final) (reader x Arthur; f!MC x Mozart)

💖 Lazy Morning Series: Isaac | Mozart | Arthur | Jean | Theo | Vincent | Comte | Leonardo | Sebastian | Shakespeare | Dazai

Headcanons:

Chronology and random facts in Ikemen Vampire

🤍 gn!reader with a sibling-like relationship with them (Isaac, Mozart, Jean, Arthur, Theo and Vincent, and Napoleon)

🤍 A hippie, vegetarian and marijuana-user reader (Comte)

🤍💖 gn!reader with a sibling-like relationship with them starts to date Dazai (Isaac, Mozart, Jean, Arthur, Theo and Vincent, and Napoleon)

Bringing Mozart into the 21st century and making him travel by modern transportation

💖 Arthur & Isaac: relationship headcanons

[aeoncryptic]

Safe in Your Arms (Not event related)

This is Theo x MC basically. I am currently in the process of working on requests. However, today I felt was a much needed day for a comfort fic. I'm sorry that it's not fluff related. I think this is basically just sad times and comfort.

Requests will get finished, I promise! ;-;

Words: 541

Relationships: Theo x MC

That feeling of emptiness began its slow encompassment of her as she kicked off her shoes, as if just feeling any other emotion were too much effort. There was no bother with putting her shoes by the door, no motion to undress. She simply fell face first on her lover's bed, rolling herself into a burrito using his blanket. He wouldn’t be home until late. That was fine; More time to recover her energy.

She didn’t know how long it had been since her eyes drifted closed, the tears of frustration falling down her face. All she knew was the clicking of the door as it opened, the sound of his suitcase being placed on the floor, and the creaking of the bed as he crawled over to her. Not a word was spoken as he slowly unraveled her. As soon as he freed her from her blanket cocoon, he pulled her into his arms.

It was unusual for him to be so tender, but he was a man of action, not words. This was something she appreciated. Even if she wanted to, her voice wouldn’t come to her. She wouldn’t be able to get a sound out besides a sob. Knowing Theo was already hurting from seeing her like this, she knew that hearing her sob would only break him. So instead she trusted herself to his embrace, hiding her face in his chest. There was something oddly comforting in the feeling of his strong hands gently rubbing her back, trying to soothe her.

The first sound broke through as fat tears began to spill down her cheeks. His muscles tensed, his hand hesitated in its calming gestures. Once she had started crying, they both knew she wouldn’t stop for a while. He continued his soothing motions, reaching his other hand up to stroke his fingers through her silky hair, his heart already beginning to splinter. His voice a slight shake as her whispered words of affection in her ear.

Between his whispered ‘ik hou van jou’, him lovingly telling her how she works so hard, and his kisses to her head, the shaking of her body began to slow. The beginning signs of her relaxing. As many times as it would take, he would cast aside his pride if it meant putting her at ease, another fact about him she was thankful for. When the tears slowed, her cries were no longer heard, and her breathing had slowed, did he dare to bring the blanket over them.

She was thankful that he asked no questions of her. He didn’t need to. With his observant eyes, he had long since learned that this feeling overwhelmed her sometimes. There was no control to it nor was there any way to stop it. They simply had to wait it out. But at least, she wouldn’t have to wait it out alone.

He felt her lashes flicker against his chest as she began her descent into the land of dreams. With a final kiss to her forehead, he swore that he would protect her. Tomorrow he would take the day off and take her somewhere. Anywhere. She needed to get away. But for now, he hoped she would feel safe in his arms.

[niphredil-14]

Their First Time Seeing You Glamoured Up (Arthur, Mozart, Theodorus, Isaac)

@ichigostellaglynn asked:

Hiii glad i found you bc i loveeeeee your writing !! If you have time can you make hcs about dull mc, but someday Comte invites all residents + her to ball and mc finally show them her makeup skills and she being center of attention in ball xD

For arthur mozart theo isaac and... Up to you xD

Thankyou so much before 💕💕💕

Hi! Thank you so much, I’m glad you enjoy my writing! And yes, ofc I can write this! I hope you don’t mind, but where you said “dull,” I decided to go with the MC thinking she’s dull, rather than her being ugly, since beauty is in the eye of the beholder and all! 

Arthur:

First things first, with this man, it doesn’t matter whether your bare-faced, or if you have caked on as much glam as you could fit on your skin, he will always find you absolutely radiating! Even though he never really saw you wearing much makeup, her natural beauty was better than anything he could imagine, and being a writer, he did a lot of imagining.  But, when he was at the ball, and the doors swung open as you walked in, he felt as though he was seeing life through a whole new lens. The women who had been trying to catch his attention don’t stand a chance, not as his eyes are trained on you while he makes his way over to grasp you in his arms. Beauty has a whole new meaning to him, and he couldn’t wait to get you alone! Now, this doesn’t mean that he doesn’t like how you look without makeup, he honestly doesn’t have a preference! He thinks you’re beautiful either way!

Mozart: 

He never much cared for appearances, so he never really bothered analyzing your appearance. The main thing he found beautiful about you was that twinkle in your eye that appeared whenever you were determined, proud, or excited. It warmed his heart, and the positivity you brought into his life was where he deemed your beauty to lie. That’s not to say that he didn’t find your physical appearance pretty! He did, it was just never what he focused on. Then came the fateful day of the ball. When his eyes first met yours, his jaw dropped, though he was quick to compose himself, all except for the red in his cheeks. When he approached, he could really see the detail up close, and it was apparent the amount of time you must have spent on this. And if there’s anything he can appreciate, it’s hard work. He admired the fact that you could amplify your own natural beauty to such an extent. Though, if he’s being honest, he prefers your bare face. To him, it is you in your most natural, vulnerable, and primal state. Seeing you like that, to him, is like experiencing an amazing force of nature at work.

Theo:

Theo is a tough one. He is secretly a lover of romance, and not so secretly, a lover of art and the beautiful things in life, and although I feel he wouldn’t like to admit it, there is something unexplainably beautiful in people, though he can’t quite place it. And the same goes for you, Theo thinks that, especially in your most natural state, you are gorgeous! When he first saw you in a full face of makeup at the ball, he was entranced. Gently grasping your chin and moving your face around in the light, much like a jeweler would appraise a diamond, he admired your handiwork. It didn’t take him long to see the pure artistry that cosmetics requires, which only put him further under your spell.  Though, when it comes down to it, his favorite thing to see is by far, the transition and process of applying the makeup. Makeup is an artform, after all.

Isaac:

Isaac has never bothered with beauty, be it human or nature or art, for the only beauty he saw in the world during his human years were in numbers and science. But, there is something about you that makes him see the beauty that can be found in a person. At the ball, though, his newfound sense of beauty was raised to a new level when he saw you approach. He could barely see anything that wasn’t you! To him, you looked like some kind of goddess, and he couldn’t get enough. He still thinks that you are exceptionally beautiful even without the makeup, but if you ever want to see this man’s face go as red as a certain apple I don’t think he’d appreciate getting compared to, just put on a bit of makeup, and he would practically fall the his knees to worship the ground you walked on.

[alby-rei]

A Spoonful of Sugar (Sick!Theo x MC)

a/n: in which MC takes care of her beloved workaholic, Theodorus Van Gogh, because he refuses to take one (1) day off when he’s sick, ft. his loving older brother, Vincent. Based on Cybird’s “A Kiss to Make it Better” which didn’t include Theo, how dare they!

I’ve had this idea since the event ended (how long ago was that?? Doesn’t matter!), and I’m so glad @nad-zeta​‘s request for Theo + “No, you can’t get up! You’re my prisoner for the day!” fit so well with it, I hope you enjoy cutie >/////<;

[Characters]: MC, Theo, Vincent

[Word Count]: ~1600 

[Tags]: fluff, established relationship, taking care of sick Theo

[POV]: 2nd Person

Also Tagging @aeoncryptic @shookspearewrites and @kisara-16 for being loyal Theo stans ehehe >:3  

~*~

“AB-SO-LUTE-LY NOT!”

“Don’t be ridiculous, I have too much work to take a sick day off.”

“And it’s only going to get worse if you don’t rest!”

Theodorus Van Gogh found himself, with suitcase in hand, caged in his own room by none other than his adorably persistent lover. With arms outstretched to the sides in an attempt to block his escape route, you refused to budge from your station.

“If you don’t move, I’m going to be la—ACHOO!" Theo quickly whipped his head into his arm to cover his nose.

“Bless you,” you responded.

The way his nose brightened like a little cherry tomato did not escape your notice and neither did the bright pink that colored his cheeks.

You continued, “Now drop that suitcase because you are not leaving this room.”

Theo cursed under his breath for his bad luck. He wasn’t supposed to be sick today, especially not when he had just secured a venue for Vincent’s next exhibit. His vision started to blur, as the exhaustion started to weigh on his mind and body. He pinched the bridge of his nose and dropped his suitcase down with a heavy sigh, then crossed his arms.

“Now what?”

“Now,” you uncrossed his arms to take his coat off, “rest, and I’ll go get your breakfast.”

You pulled him gently to his bed and told him to lay down. He rested for 5 whole seconds before he sprung up, feeling ridiculous for even considering the idea of rest.

“No, you can’t get up! You’re my prisoner for the day!” You declared.

You held him firmly by the shoulders, glaring at him with great concern in your eyes.

He stared back defiantly, mirroring your pouty expression. He smirked, ready to throw a snide remark at you, but you bumped your forehead against his. Stubbornly ignoring his protests, you planted a chaste kiss on his bright red nose.

“You’re gunna stay right here and I’m gunna get you some syrup-drowned pancakes.”

Leaving him stunned, you turned around to leave, but he stepped forward once more, tugging your sleeve weakly.

“Hey, I am not having breakfast without Vincent,” he sniffled subconsciously.

“Then I’ll bring him, too!” You pushed him back with more vigor this time.

You brought your hands up to cup his face and stared him straight in the eye.

“Promise me you won’t leave this room by the time I come back.”

He met your stare with a frown, one that spoke of self-inflicted guilt that he must’ve felt for being in this situation. His ocean blue eyes wavered with apprehension, and he bit his lip to fight back his workaholic instinct.

“It’s only for one day,” you continued, “or at least we can hope so, if you rest properly, okay?”

You quirked your head, shooting him a smile full of hope and reassurance.  

He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against yours again, nodding his silent promise.

Abruptly, he drew back, “Silly hondje, you shouldn’t be this close to someone when they’re sick,” he looked away from you, seemingly irritated, but the growing blush that spread from his cheeks to his ears said otherwise.

Your smile widened and your shoulders relaxed to see him listening to reason again, acting like himself again.

“You’re right,” you got up to leave with a content smile, and he didn’t stop you this time, “I’ll be right back, Theo.”

True to your word, you came back with a mighty stack of pancakes, his favorite syrup, and a bottle of Rouge. You also had a plate for yourself half-balancing itself on the tray. Vincent stood right behind you with his own breakfast tray, worried yet relieved of his brother’s adorable request. Theo had actually listened and laid in his bed to relax though his mind was far from resting. He drummed his fingers against his knuckles impatiently. As soon as he heard knocking on his door, he bolted up.

“Theo! We’re back, and Vincent is here to see you, like I promised.”

“…and risk getting him sick, too?! Are you crazy?”

He wanted to leap out of bed and run out of there before he burdened them further, but Vincent’s voice stopped him in his tracks.

The older Van Gogh set his tray down to sit on his brother’s bed, “Theo, I appreciate your worry, but you’re the one who needs us right now, so let us take care of you. What’s a big brother for if he can’t even visit his brother when he’s sick?”

Theo pursed his lips, unable to deny his brother’s kindness in the state that he’s in. He slowly settled back against the headboard, groaning at his own helplessness.

As soon as you brought his pancakes into view, however, his eyes lit up with joy and he dug into his meal to his heart’s content, not sparing a single drop of the syrup you brought with you.

The three of you chatted about your plans for the day, making sure to help Theo get out all the work stress he’s got on his mind.

“I’ve talked to the venue owner before, and he’s a very kind and understanding man,” Vincent smiled at his brother, “I’m sure he won’t mind rescheduling your meeting if we send him a letter explaining what happened.”

Theo nodded sadly, “Yeah, we can always hope so.”

You noticed the tension in his shoulders slowly dissipate as time went on and the conversation put him at ease.

Eventually, Vincent returned to his room to continue on his latest painting after hearing more words of praise and encouragement from his dear little brother. His fever had gone up considerably as the day progressed, so you made sure to apply a cool damp towel to his forehead and change it regularly.

“Hey, hondje…”

“Hmm?” You looked up to your tired lover’s face.

“You should go before you seriously catch this fever too,” he said softly.

His eyes were barely open, he may have even been sleep-talking at this point. You smiled, wanting to smack him fondly for always putting you first, even when he absolutely should be more worried about himself.

“After all I’ve done for you today, this is how you repay me, hmmm?” You teased.

“…I’ll treat you… urgh… when I’m awake. Thank you for everything, MC,” and he was out like a light.

Now it was your turn to be stunned. Not only did he say he’ll treat you, but he even called you by your name, something he only dedicated to the rarest occasions, it seemed. You had to fight the strong urge to wrap your arms around him, especially because he usually didn’t like dropping his guard like this. Your macho man Theo looked so weak and weary for once, but that just strengthened your resolve to stay by his side until sleep claimed his undivided attention.

The next day, Theo was up and running like his usual self to meet his clients and drop by the venue owner’s place to apologize in person. Before he was out of sight, you called for him and reeled him back into the mansion.

“You get 14 hours of sleep for the first time in forever and you’re already this excited to go back to work. Don’t forget you’re still recovering.”

You shook your head at his obvious eagerness to be out and about again.

“I don’t think the excess sugar I was served this morning is what the doctor would recommend someone who is still recovering,” he smirked.  

“Yes, well, your immediate happiness is more important than your health right now,” you said confidently.

“…”

“Ok, that came out wrong. What I meant was—”

“Pfff, silly Hondje. You never think before you speak, do you?”

“This coming from the man who promised to treat me today, you didn’t forget about that, did you?” You pouted, crossing your arms in front of you.

“I—When?!”

“Last night, right before you passed out!”

Now it was his turn to chuckle at your excitement for this so-called treat. He started coughing again, and you patted his back as he calmed down from his coughing fit. He sighed, carding his hand through his hair.

“Can’t believe I didn’t get any work done yesterday, but…” he muttered.

Your ears perked up, quirking your head to the side to face Theo, who had turned to stare at the wall. He brought a free hand up to cover the lower half of his face from view, clearing his throat discreetly.  

He continued, “It’s nice to be taken care of every… once in a blue moon.”

He turned back to face you with no hesitation in his deep blue eyes, only heartfelt gratitude.

“Thank you, MC, I really appreciate it. I’m a man of my word. I’ll reward you nicely once I’m back from town. I don’t like to be in anyone’s deb—!?”

“Stop it, you!” You tackled him into a tight embrace, pressing your hands into his back, “No talking about debts, I’m your girlfriend! Of course, I’ll take care of you, especially when you refuse to do so yourself!”

You released him suddenly, stepping back to curtsy.

“And you’re welcome. I accept thanks in cuddles and coffee dates.”

After he recovered from his daze, Theo ruffled your hair with a fond smile. He turned on his heel and walked out of the mansion with suitcase in hand and a tender look in his cerulean eyes. One that he dares not reveal to you lest you start teasing him for the rest of the day.  

[toloveawarlord]

Pairing: Theo x MC

Tagging: @nad-zeta​​ @chaosangel767​​

A/N: This has been my inbox for ages but I did not forget it! Thank you for requesting Zeta! I gave Theo four children so... I’m sorry for that. I hope you have a good day and that this brings you a little bit of joy *mwah!*

klein konijntje: Little bunny

It tended to be chaotic in the early hours of the morning.

Theo had thought himself to be an early riser, but after having children, he’d learned that they were up long before him. Although, he hardly minded being woken up by them. It brought a smile to his face each time, reminded daily of the life that he now had.

A loving wife. Four children, and possibly more in their future.

But getting everyone ready for the day was harder than selling art, he’d learned.

This morning was no different.

“Finn! Stop chasing King Jr. and go help your mother set the table,” Theo called, hearing his oldest boy stomping through the house as he played with their golden retriever instead of listening. He couldn’t go after him at the moment. “And Bram, it’s time to wake up. You need to go find your shoes.”

The little brunette boy laid on his sister's bed, curled up inside a blanket, a snoozing lump on her lavender covered sheets. He disliked all hours before 10:30. Theo had struggled to get him dressed, trying to put his arms through his sweater was like attempting to shove a handful of wet spaghetti noodles into a straw.

“Papje, that hurts.” The princess of the family sat on the stool in front of the vanity gifted to her by Comte. Her small features pulled into a dissatisfied expression. The comb plucking out the little knots wasn’t pleasant, but MC had asked that he make sure there were none before styling her hair.

Theo pressed a kiss to her head. “Stop moving, klein konijntje, and let me braid your hair.” It had taken a lot of practice with his wife to learn the proper way to fix a girl’s hair. Aleta had begged for her papa to do it, instead of mama.

She held up a finger, squinting slightly and slowly lifting another. “I want two braids. Two.” Big blue eyes were wide as she looked at him in the mirror to be sure he understood.

With practiced hands, Theo obliged his daughter, producing two perfectly even twin braids. Her squeal of delight and thank you were worth all the time it takes to get her dressed and her hair done. Off she ran to go show mama.

“Alright, Bram. It’s time for breakfast.” He lifted the lump on the bed like a sack of potatoes, taking both the boy and the blanket he’d cocooned himself in, and headed for the dining room.  He plopped him into his chair, leaving him be until the food was ready.

“Coen just went down for a nap.” MC said, wiping her hands on her apron. “And I’m waiting on the cinnamon buns to come out of the oven, and everything will be ready.” Pancakes, bacon, eggs, and much more was on the counter, the smell of the prepared food was enough to make anyone’s mouth water.

Theo took her hand and pulled her to him, lifting her chin with his hand and kissing her. “It all looks very good. Thank you.” The crash in the other room brought their attention away. He hardly needed to look to know what had happened. “Finn. King Jr. isn’t allowed in a chair, and you know that!”

MC snickered, covering her mouth with her hand.

“You think that’s funny?” Theo asked, a devilish grin spreading on his face. He grabbed her into his arms, fingers poking into her sides to tickle her. “I think this is much more hilarious.”

“T-Th-Theo! Let g-g-o!” She stuttered her words out between fits of laughter. His strong arms caged her against his body. 

“Mama!” Finn marched into the kitchen, his mop of blonde hair in need of a good cut. He resembled his gentle uncle but had the personality of his father. “I’ll save you!” The boy charged forward, taking her hand and pulling her forward. But it wasn’t as easy as he expected. “Papa, you can’t keep mama captive!”

Theo hummed in response, pretending to carefully think over the situation. “Alright, you’re right.” He let MC go but swept up the boy instead. “You’ll be my captive instead.” Throwing the boy over his shoulder, almost too far, he grinned as Finn burst out in laughter.

“That’s enough!”

All attention in the room was brought to a halt as the little five-year-old stood in the doorway to the kitchen with both her hands up. A most serious expression on her features. “We don’t play before breakfast! You’re supposed to help Mama bring the food to the table and everyone behaves! That’s the rule.” She spoke matter-of-factly.

And there were such rules in the house.

“Papa and Finn go help Mama, right now! I’ll wake up Bram.” Aleta turned on her heel, head held high as she disappeared back into the dining room, satisfied that she’d gotten the situation under control.

Theo and MC exchanged a look.

“I think she’s been spending too much time with Mozart. She’s got his signature glare down to perfection.” Theo said, picking up the plate of pancakes. Aleta adored Mozart and liked to play the piano. It seemed she’d picked up a bit of his abrasive attitude. “Finn, take the bacon plate.”

MC laughed silently as she watched a full-grown man turn around, his son over his shoulder, and bent down enough that the boy could snatch up the plate. And off they went. As if it were the most normal action.

Mornings in this Van Gogh household were filled with laughter and love.