#ikevamp vincent fluff

[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: vincent sees a masterpiece in you.

WARNINGS: None!! :D

COMMENTS: GAHHH SHUT UP OKAY SHUT UP. HE'S SO KIND. i havent played hsi route yet but i am brainrotting a little. also i was inspired by myself because i realized how animated i am and i was immediately like "omg an artists muse" bc WOW all my facial expressions and body language could give an artist a career I MOVE TOO MUCH!!!!

anyway yes he's sweet but i don't really know a lot about him. do vincent kissers even exist!??!?!?!

An artist at heart, he’s accustomed to noticing the beauty of everything around him. From the way your eyes widen when you’re surprised to the way they crinkle when you’re happy, from the way your lips stretch across your face when you smile at him to the way they purse when you pout, from the way you drag your hands down your arms when you’re cold and trail them down your legs when you’re stretching, to the way your fingers position themselves around a pen when you’re scribbling out annotations in a cookbook.

Or maybe, he’s just become accustomed to noticing your beauty.

“Vincent.” you call, “You’re staring.”

He makes a soft noise of acknowledgment and flashes you an awkward smile. His eyes fall to the notepad in front of him, and he ignores the way his cheeks flush a tender pink. It’s a lovely feeling, the pitter-patter of his heart in his chest and the shaky breaths that come with knowing you.

He’s in awe of the artist that sketched you out and brought you to life. He's envious of the paints that colored you in. Vincent wishes there was a part of you for him in your masterpiece, a blank space that only he could fill. He would fill you with blues and yellows and browns, he would paint the night sky in your eyes and sunflowers along your legs. Each petal would be delicately sketched out along the flesh of your thigh, and his paintbrush would travel down your calves as he sculpted the stems. He would worship you like you deserve, treat you with reverence, and treasure you like nobody else could.

“Sunflower.” you whisper, right next to his ear, “Are you alright?”

Vincent snaps out of his trance once again, an easy smile falling across his lips. His chair groans against the floor as he pushes away from the table, staring up at you as you stand in front of him.

“Of course. I’m sorry for worrying you.” he says softly, looking up at you through his lashes, “Did you say something?”

“Nothing important.” you smile, like you know exactly what he’s been thinking.

You probably do. Vincent blushes, ducking his head to the side so you can’t see his face.

“Can you come to my room later? After you’re done here?” he asks, reaching out to touch you.

His hands rest on your hips, and you let him pull you closer. Your eyes are full of intrigue, and he knows you'll say yes, but he needs to hear the words from your lips.

“Of course.” you hum, leaning down to his level, “I wouldn’t go anywhere else.”

You kiss his forehead, and his heart stumbles in his chest. Right there, he sees it. He sees you. You’re made up of so many shades of color that belong to everyone you’ve ever met and loved, but right there, on your lips, are swirls of gold and blue.

And as you pull away, he sees sunflowers in your heart.

[ikeromantic]

Ikevamp Boys React to Tattooed MC pt 2

Theo, Vincent, and Mozart!

Theo

Theo grabs your arm as you set down a frame in the small gallery where the next art show will be hosted. His grip is firm and insistent.

"What?" You raise an eyebrow, more curious than annoyed.

His other hand tips your chin to the left so that he can examine the side of your head and that's when you realize. He's noticed your tattoo. "Hondje, what did you do?" His voice is lethally soft, ungentle and demanding.

"I've had that since before I met you." You pull from his grip. "Anyway, it's none of your business."

"Everything about you is my business." He catches your hand in his and pulls you close. "Tell me."

You sigh. "Fine. I wanted a tattoo when I decided to go straight to work instead of college. Something to show I trusted myself. So . . . I got that star. Because I am my own guide and I choose things for myself."

Theo's severe expression doesn't shift as he tucks your hair back to get a better look at it. His breath tickles your skin. "Mmm. Fits you. Stubborn girl. Never listen to anybody."

"Hey!" You smack his shoulder. "I do when the advice is worth my time."

He laughs. "Is that so?"

"It is! Hey! Why are you still laughing?"

"Give me a kiss, then, Hondje." He points to his lips, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

Vincent

You disrobe, preparing to model for Vincent. It's the first time you've sat for him without being fully clothed, and you're a bit nervous. The vining flowers on your leg are not discreet and this will be the first time he's seen your whole leg without the cover of skirt and hose.

Vincent's eyes are immediately drawn to the colorful tattoo. His eyes go wide and before you can take a breath to say anything, he's kneeling beside you, fingers tracing the delicate lines and curls of ink.

"Ummm. Vincent?" You look down at him, feeling a bit flustered. His smile is angelic but the way he touches you is . . . not. And you aren't sure what to think.

"This is gorgeous. The colors. How did they get this shade? Here?" He is so close to your calf now that you can almost feel the motion of his lips, the flutter of his lashes.

"I - I don't know. You'd have to ask the shop." You give a self-conscious laugh. "Is it going to be a problem? I understand if you don't want -"

He looks up at you, his big, blue eyes as wide and endless as the open sky. "It's beautiful. You are beautiful. But I am going to have to figure out how to mix that color before we start." His smile is full of anticipation and excitement. "Do you have any more of these?"

Vincent reaches to push aside the modest robe you are wearing.

"N-no!" Your face is completely flushed now and your heart is racing.

He drops his hands, his expression going still and flat. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

You feel immediately terrible for disappointing an angel. "It's ok. I just didn't expect you to be so interested."

His smile returns, tentative and shy. "I am interested in everything about you." He presses his cheek to your tattooed skin. The gesture feels intimate, precious. When he lets go to mix his paints, you can still feel the ghost of his touch.

Mozart

You notice Mozart giving you an odd look. Something between bafflement and horror. "Do I have something on my face?" You self-consciously wipe across your nose and cheeks.

He shakes his head and stands, lips pressed together in a pale line. His hand goes to your arm, drawing a line up from your wrist to your bared shoulder. "This, fraulein. What is it?"

That's when you realize, you've never shown him your bare shoulder, where your colorful little tattoo is etched. The rose and thorns are easy to cover, though you don't mind showing them off. "It's a tattoo. Surely you've seen one before?"

Mozart opens his mouth and then closes it again. It takes him several breaths to get there. "You let someone put needles beneath your skin? Someone who touched you? Who marked you?"

"Erm, yes? I mean, that's how you make a tattoo."

He crosses his arms and walks to the window, chin jutting out.

"What's wrong?" You go to stand beside him, but he won't make eye contact with you. He's grinding his teeth and just staring out at the garden as if he wanted to see it burn. "Do you . . . hate it so much?"

You didn't want him to hate the tattoo. It was part of you, and seeing him like this was making your heart ache.

"No," he grumbled finally. "It's . . . it's very beautiful. I just . . ." He let out a long, slow breath.

"You what?" You prompt him to speak after several silent minutes pass.

"I don't like the idea of someone else touching you like that. On your bare skin. Holding you." He frowns.

You wrap an arm around him and lean your head on his shoulder. "Wolf, you are adorable when you're jealous. You know that?"

"I'm not - I mean, I -" He huffs, trying to excuse himself without admitting the truth. Then he sighs. "It's fine. I'll just mark you in my own way." He turns his head and you can see a dangerous, hungry smile on those delicate lips.

[letterstoear]

Loving your beauty

Notes: Ikevamp, Vincent x reader, gn reader, finally came out with Vincent's letter after so long, letter, fluff, with a bit of angst, I wanted to write Vincent in a slightly more depressing kind of style, still very new to writing him as well, I hope to get better with each letter,

My dear _________,

At first, I wished to keep these feelings of mine stored away in the depths of my art, but you noticed the little details all the same. There was no chance I would hit the ground, for you were able to catch even a fallen angel like me. If you are the moon, then I am the sun. Blazing hot to burn bright days ahead, leaving the moon to shield in times of darkness. To me, you are the colors which light up my monochrome world. To be the sun is to shine for everyone, yet I couldn’t see the brightness from the dull me.

Now every time I hear your voice I wonder if you’re around or if it’s simply a fragment of my memory. Knowing the possibility, I continue to turn around, my eyes dashing to see if they’ll meet yours. On the chances my eyes greet your very own, a heat spreads throughout the face reflected in your eyes. Not once have I seen those pearly eyes gaze away in a blaze like mine, you always, always look directly towards me.

When I consider the details, in such a way I must be a painting. One full of enchantment all there is to do is peer in awe as to how life dusted into the canvas. However, there remains the possibility of me being a painting so devoid of color it lies in horror. In comparison to me, you are a painting bursting with life.

A starry sky deeming with color, one which takes over the entire night sky. When you gaze upon it, a warmth enfolds you causing a love to sprout. The textures left from brushes seeping through as if a slight touch of a hand will leave paint marks. Holding the beautiful art together is all but a single frame, one slightly scratched along the edges. Perhaps indented from years of unexpected falls or maybe the painter itself left those marks. Such blemishes aren’t to be ashamed of, rather I perceive it to be growth of character. Everything about this painting is beautiful.

How I wish for my lover to be with me at this very moment. My lover whose beauty could never be simply captured by the painting in which I craft. For no amount of words, paint, and marble compares to the complexity I observe each day. In my eyes, you will always be the most enchanting sight. I love you ___________. The beauty in which you hold is but one part of a whole art piece.

My heart wishes to meet you soon. In due time our paths will cross again, on the occasion we meet once more, I’ll confess again. Although we are already together, I feel the need to show you my love so you may not forget. Yet, it’s also to ensure this feeling of mine, this love, isn’t a forgotten emotion of mine.

With much love,

Vincent Van Gogh

Thank you so much for reading my letter!

Please check out my shop too, I do custom letters: Shop — Letters to Ear

[multistandomwrites]

A Younger Temptation

Hello everyone, this is the sixth chapter of the series I’m doing of Ikémen Vampire x teen reader which I hope you’ll all like and support. I will try to update as much as possible. I can’t promise it’ll be everyday, but I’ll try to whenever I have time. This fic also may not fully follow everything that happens in the game, though I’ve tried to include some parts from the game, but they might also happen at different points. Enjoy.

I don’t own Ikémen Vampire, only my own oc’s. All rights reserved for Cybird.

Themes: platonic, fluff, exploring

Chapter Six - One Week Later

After a short while of more silence, Arthur spoke again. “So, how old are you, love?” Startled, I looked over at him. “16,” I replied evenly as I witnessed a slightly shocked expression cross his face before being replaced with a grin.

“A child. Comte, I don’t think your mansion will be quiet for much longer,” he joked as Comte smiled wistfully. “Right, because it’s always quiet with you around,” he replied as I stifled a giggle. If anything, he knew how to give a good roast.

“So Le Comte, are you going to te-“ “Theo, don’t be such a fun killer. You’ll scare the poor girl,” Arthur interrupted as I noticed an indiscernible look being passed between them. I felt the slight tension in the air as they each spoke, but it was soon dispelled by Leonardo. Leonardo da Vinci.

“‘Comte,’ why don't you show our guest to her room?” He suggested to which Comte nodded and stood, gesturing for me to do the same. “Yes. Y/N, I have a room you can use.”

I followed him out of the dining room, up the velvet staircase and into a medium sized room with a double bed, wooden wardrobe and bedside tables and a scarlet rug in the centre. “It’s nice. Thanks,” I near whispered as Comte gave a warm smile and nodded, looking pleased with himself. “My rooms on the left and Leonardos is on the right, so if you need anything, feel free to knock,” he told me. I nodded and bowed my head slightly to show my appreciation.

“Merci.” He smiled. “Not bad.”

Over the next few days, I had bonded with and gotten close to Comte, Sed, Leo, Vince and Arthur who I often accompanied to stalls and talked to regularly while I adjusted to this new time period and setting. I had also learnt more about their personal lives, now and historically, and we had an easy, regular routine which we followed everyday.

The only ones who, at the time, I was unable to get through to were Mozart and Jean. Whenever they saw me or were left alone with me in a room, they would leave quickly and find some excuse not to be around me.

But, whenever I brought it up to Sebastian, he assured me it wasn’t personal and that they were both incredibly introverted and socially awkward, choosing to distance themselves from people they weren’t familiar with. I mean, I couldn’t blame them, but still.

I wanted to earn their trust and let them know they could be open around me, but I decided to wait and see what happened instead of forcing a friendship.

I also helped Seb with his chores around the mansion daily as often as I could, usually waking Napoleon up who refused to kiss me and taking wine to the residents at certain times, but Theo also dragged me out to join him at art exhibitions which I appreciated as it gave me new, exciting ideas for my own drawings and music.

There was only one thing nagging at my mind still: how are these people, who should be long dead, still alive here? I tried to brainstorm ideas and theories to come up with logical solutions (again), but to no avail. It wasn’t until a week after my arrival that things began to get interesting - according to Arthur and Dazai, anyway.

I had woken up bright and early on the morning of my 8th day with high spirits which was unusual to say the least. Mostly, it was Sebastian or one of the others who had to wake me up and drag me downstairs, but that day felt different.

I jogged down the velvet staircase and made my way into the kitchen where Seb, Napo, Comte and Vince were sat at the smaller table.

“Hey, Sunshine,” the blonde greeted me cheerfully with a warm smile which I tiredly mirrored. “Y/N, what are you doing up so early?” Napo asked, eyebrows raised. I shrugged. “I’m thinking about heading into town today. See more than just Theo’s dealings,” I told him, putting my shoes on.

I had chosen to keep my modern clothes and Leo had bought me some trousers which he had worked on to make them into more comfortable leggings.

“How long are you going out for?” Comte began his torrent of motherly questions. “Not too late. Yes, I’ll be careful. And no, I don’t need someone to come with me,” I finished with a small smile as the man chuckled. “Okay, ma chérie.”

I said goodbye to the men in the kitchen before leaving, not really knowing where I was going. I took in the beautiful sights of the French city, viewing freshly trimmed lawns, hedges in different forms, flowers decorating the fields and young children running around, laughing.

I followed a large crowd walking down the cobbled streets, gazing at the different shops and stalls we passed, mesmerised by how similar the market was to the ones we had back in the 21st century. Perhaps not everything was different in this strange, very unfamiliar time period of the 19th century. It was at that moment I felt a short body collide with mine unexpectedly. Feeling guilty for not noticing someone running so close to me, I turned.

Preface

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Masterlist

[xxsycamore]

𝗟𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗠𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗲 [Vincent x Reader]

↬ 💛 It's as if Vincent's smile alone is able to fight your cramps, but it seems like he has a stronger weapon up his sleeve.

Vincent van Gogh x menstruating!Reader • rating: G • tags: Menstruation; Period Cramps; mentions of Menstruation art; Fluff; Pet names • wordcount:  973 • masterlist

a/n: It's Vincent's turn! If you happen to suffer from cramps and you want your favorite ikevamp suitor comforting you in their own unique way, may I also offer: Napoleon, Comte, Mozart, Theo, Leonardo, Sebastian, Arthur (NSFW) 💕(All fics in this series share the same opening scene!)

It’s another beautiful day at the mansion, and the sun is continuing to shine brightly outside as afternoon settles in. Your list of chores is more than half-way done now, the morning was a productive one and you pat yourself on the back for pushing through at your usual pace, even if your period surprised you early this morning. Sleeves rolled up and armed with a feather duster, you march towards the lounge room to take care of another chore.

Specks of dust dance in the afternoon sun, windows wide open, as you complete your task little by little. Soon the sections left to dust decrease and you start to tire - a minor pain in your tummy appearing as well, as if to persuade you into taking a short break. You throw a look to the grandfather clock. You’ve been a busy bee; not even the distraction of dusting off some of Comte’s highly intriguing antiques couldn’t get you late on your own schedule.

You sit down at the spacious couch area, grab a throw pillow to hug, and fall on your side - shoe-covered feet juust hanging off the couch because it won’t be worth the effort of taking them off for just a minute or two of rest.

Uh-oh! The pain doesn’t go away and only gets worse instead. Suddenly moving as much as a millimeter equals signing a death warrant.

“Help” You whisper to yourself, clutching onto the throw pillow.

***

Did the room just get brighter or- no, that's just your boyfriend Vincent entering. The beam of light that is his smile upon finding you here is cutting through the dark clouds of despair lingering over your head... but he still seems to notice them.

"Are you alright, schatje? I don't see you laying around here often..."

You let out a meek noise signaling he's indeed right to worry, as much as you don't want this to be the case... Rising to a seated position while still hugging the pillow, you follow Vincent's baby blue eyes as he takes a seat next to you, and finally mutter the words.

"My tummy hurts."

Vincent's eyes widen further. "Oh no! What can I do for you? Do you have more of those pills from your time in your bag?"

"I don't think so... Can you just stay here with me for a while?"

Vincent takes one of your hands to caress, giving you his best smile and a nod even though you can tell he's still worried. Relaxing back in the soft cushions together with him, you find it cute how his soft sigh comes only after yours. His care is always so gentle and thorough, and you can always feel it.

Melting into his caress as he draws figures on your palm, you suddenly think of something and giggle.

"What's it, schatje?"

"I just remembered, did you know that in my time menstrual art was a thing? Like artists using menstrual blood for their paintings?"

You catch your bottom lip between your teeth as soon as the question leaves your mouth, not quite sure if you should've said it after all. You know your Vincent but even so, it's a ...peculiar thing to talk about.

"Really? That's so intriguing, what a unique and bold way to represent one's struggles... I'm happy to know that the social stigma about it is no more. It never stood right with me, it's part of being...human."

You don't have the heart to tell him that this is far from the end of the stigma surrounding periods, but you're pleasantly surprised by his reaction. When you first started dating, you'd notice him getting red about any and all...adult topics, as well as the aspect of relationships as a whole, so you're glad to know you're not making him feel awkward with this. It must come from a place of understanding the human self, as you know his past of trying to learn about it for his paintings.

You mentioned menstrual art almost out of boredom, like a fun fact you randomly remembered, but somehow now you're thinking about him, about the struggles of his own that he'd once put on paper, about how much deeper he is beyond the surface. He'd get those surprised faces when he presents the meaning behind one of his paintings, like they'd never expect such depth coming from the shallow personality of Vincent who seems to always keep a default tiny smile on his face. The passion hidden beneath is only unraveled to those closest to him and... you're glad to be where you are, resting your head on his shoulder right now.

Vincent lets out one of those small chuckles that make flowers bloom in your chest.

"Just as I ran out of red blood."

Blink.

You raise your head from Vincent's shoulder to look at him. He smiles at you, tilting his head, but you can see something bubbling underneath the surface, as if he's holding in his laughter.

You give in first so he naturally follows, reassuring with words too as an extra measure.

"I'm joking, sorry. The others said I should joke more often... something about being able to keep a straight face."

"They're right!" You say between fits of chuckles that continue to come when you imagine this conversation taking place. "Not because of the straight face, you're genuinely funny."

"Hehe, I don't get that often. Thank you."

You return the soft smile Vincent gives you, and you're being nudged into resting your head down once again. It's then that you notice.

"I think my tummy doesn't ache as much anymore!"

Vincent's gasp is barely audible, but this close up you catch it just fine. Or maybe you're sensitive about his reactions like that.

"That's good to hear. After all, laughter is the best medicine."

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Silent Night, Holy Night - Jean x Vincent, Ikemen Vampire Fic

-> Jean and Vincent spend their first Christmas together, starting with Midnight Mass.

Tags/Warnings: Romantic Fluff, Religious (Catholic) Discussions and Themes, Christmas Fic, Mistletoe Kisses

Word Count: 1,523

A/N <--> I wrote this in the span of 3 hours and in a car. These two have taken over my brain please help

I think they might like this: @natimiles @weirdwriter69 @azulashengrottospiano (if anyone wants to be added/taken off the list let me know)

Midnight Mass had ended a few hours ago. A few others stayed behind with Jean, but at this time of night, Jean was the only one left. Maybe a priest or two wandered by, a nun tended to the dusty floor for a few minutes, then all was silent. A priest with electric green eyes stared at him for a while, but retreated into the cathedral halls after enough examination with a deep chuckle.

Jean could stare at the crucifix for hours on end, only interrupted by the need to fiddle with the rosary in his hands. He’d already been through it three times, but a fourth never hurt. Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee…

The heavy wooden doors creaked open once more, shutting softly seconds later. Jean ignored it, beading through the rosary at a breakneck pace. Then the light and careful steps reached him and there was a soft thump from the old pew when another sat down next to him.

Jean turned to his head, only to find Vincent with him. He smiled softly, though by his tense position, he was a bit nervous about being in such a holy place. Especially considering their relationship. 

Jean often wondered the same thing, but he had to repent somehow. Avoiding judgment only showed true guilt, and Jean already had enough of that on his shoulders. He looked Vincent over a few times before he leaned back onto the seat. “Is everything all right?” Jean whispered, glancing back to make sure all were gone. In such a large and empty hall, even murmurs echoed.

“You said you’d be back an hour ago,” Vincent said, scooting a bit closer, “So I came to check on you. Are you alright, sunshine?”

Sunshine? Jean’s heart went aflutter. That name sounded like a hymn for the angels, too pure to be fit for him. “I suppose,” Jean uttered slowly. 

It was a strange time for Jean. A time to celebrate the Lord, to enjoy the spoils of life and give to the poor… In the past, Jean would stay in his room most of the time, but he’d make donations to the Church with profits made from his shop. Everything else seemed frivolous to him, and the happiness floating about the air missed him completely. He was unworthy of such joy and peace. 

Vincent’s eyes thinned and his smile was pained. “You know, I was a pastor once.”

Jean almost chuckled. It was hard to tell, but Vincent had grown accustomed to the signs. “Truly?” he asked.

Vincent hummed, delighted to tell his story. “Yeah. I was a Christian, and when I was twenty-five I tried to be a preacher for a while,” he said, only to glance away nervously, “I gave up on that pretty quickly. I didn’t even show up to any Bible studies, and I got dismissed soon after.”

“Why’s that?” Jean asked calmly. After being revived, he learned to not be so critical of others and their religious choices. He wasn’t one to judge– love thy neighbor, after all. 

“Not sure. I guess I just didn’t feel a connection anymore, and it wouldn’t be right to preach what I don’t believe,” Vincent explained, resting his arms and head on the pew in front of him. “I liked painting better.”

Jean hummed in response and silence fell over them. God had strange ways of guiding his children on the right path. Often cruel, coldhearted, but ultimately for the better. Of course, now Jean had no path to follow, except the one paved by himself and his sins. There was a deep horror in being separated from the great beyond, separated with all normal functions of life…

But with Vincent here, things felt slightly normal. In the stability and mundanity came comfort. In Vincent came the yearning for more light in his life, without any guilt.

“Merry Christmas,” Vincent whispered sleepily. He grinned drowsily. “Yay.”

“Yay?” Jean asked, his eyebrow raised.

“I got to be the first person to say it to you. I’ve been wanting to do that all year,” Vincent said, digging his head into a more comfortable spot in his arms.

Jean didn’t even realize the faint pink blush growing on his cheek, let alone the soft curve of his lips. How light his chest felt when he saw the innocent wants of his lover. His impulses won over him and in a swift motion, he laid his cape over Vincent’s shoulders. He heard the painter sigh happily, his eyes beginning to close as colored light streamed from the stained glass windows.

“Merry Christmas,” Jean replied, before placing a delicate kiss on his temples. He didn’t mind if he had to carry his lover home. It was dark enough that nobody would see the two, and he was strong enough to make it back to the mansion in one piece. The real question was whether a piggyback ride would be more comfortable than bridal style for the sleepy painter.

Suddenly, Vincent groaned. Jean’s face instantly twisted in concern. He placed his hand on Vincent's back lightly. “Did I do something wrong?”

The sleepy painter grumbled in Dutch, before opening tired eyes. A frown on Vincent’s face made Jean’s heart implode on itself. It wasn’t right! Before Jean could speak, Vincent spoke in a language Jean could understand. Mostly. How late was it? How long did Jean force his boyfriend to stay up? Guilt ate Jean while Grogginess consumed Vincent.

“Ik was bijna vergeten…” Vincent started, moving to sit up, only to fail. Instead, his hand raised above Jean’s head.

He only had to catch a glimpse of green and red to know what it was. He’d seen it all around town, but he never knew what it meant. All he knew was that Arthur often carried it with him to the pub during the holidays. “When two people are under a mistletoe, it’s tradition to kiss each other. I was gonna wait until we got home, but I don’t–” Vincent yawned again, “Ik weet niet of ik zo lang op kan blijven…”

The words and accent were lost on Jean, despite how adorable it was to hear his language of origin. He didn’t need to know the words, though. He knew all he needed to. Vincent and himself were under a mistletoe, and tradition was a time honored thing. The stained glass portrait of the Virgin Mary would understand.

Before Vincent could make another move, Jean took it upon himself, as any knight (in shining armor, at least to Vincent) would do. Jean’s hand wrapped around the back of his head, his other tilting the painter’s chin up just slightly and pushed their lips into each other.

Vincent had to push down a grin. Oh, Jean… He was the true angel here. Even now he was making sure Vincent didn’t have to lift a finger, despite the fact he was holding a mistletoe above their heads. His other arm moved on its own, slowly and gently removing Jean’s eyepatch. The soldier shivered when the cold air hit the other half of his face, but no discomfort came from the fact it was revealed. It was Vincent, after all. He found beauty in everything, and it was starting to rub off on Jean.

It was a short kiss, but Vincent could taste the restrained passion on Jean’s lips. He was always shy about receiving affection, but couldn’t help but pour his passionate soul into each and every display of love he gave. Vincent’s heart swelled at the thought.

“I guess, I’ll say it again,” Vincent said, his face flushed, “Merry Christmas.”

Jean giggled softly, barely audible even to Vincent, whose nose was currently touching his. “And to you as well, mon ange. May I ask you a question?”

Vincent put his head back in his crossed arms, though after such a loving kiss, he was much more awake. “Of course, sunshine.”

“Where did you get this?” Jean asked, holding Vincent’s wrist and bringing the painter’s hand into both of their sights. The red and green plant was intertwined within his fingers.

“You’ll laugh when I tell you,” Vincent chuckled. “When I said I was waiting for you to come home, Arthur took it out of his pocket and gave it to me. He said something like: ‘Make sure you give’em a real Christmas miracle…’ or something like that.”

Jean blinked for a moment. Of course it was Arthur, but… Arthur of all people? Never in a million years did he think Arthur would want any hand in Vincent’s romantic affairs. 

Well, now that he said that, Arthur absolutely would.

“He gave me a wink, too. I think he was trying to be dirty or something.”

Ah, there it was. Jean sighed.

Vincent then chuckled at Jean’s obvious dismay at Arthur’s actions. “He had good intentions,” he said, a slight pause in-between his words. A yawn came to him once again. Jean watched his lover’s sleepiness with loving eyes. Vincent could only reciprocate for a moment, before sleep came to embrace him. “... But I think I like this ending more.”

[writingwhimsey]

400 Follower Celebration

In the poll you guys voted for HC prompts. And since my last follower celebration was fun, I thought I would do something similar. So I have a list of Fluff HC prompts. Smut/NSFW HC prompts, and crack HC prompts.

Rules: Select a prompt and up to three suitors for the prompt.

Suitor options:

ikesen: all suitors except Kicho (still haven't read his route and I don't feel like I have a grasp on his character)

ikevamp: Comte, Leonardo, Napoleon, Motzart, Arthur, Vincent, Theo, Jean, Vlad, Faust, and Charles

ikepri: Leon, Chev, Clavis, Jin

Prompts

Fluff:

Suitor react to MC/reader telling them she's pregnant

Suitor takes care of sick MC/reader

Suitor reacts to MC/reader making their favorite dish

Suitor plans birthday party for MC/reader

Suitor as dad

Suitor reacts to seeing MC/reader as bride on wedding day

Suitor and MC/reader getting ready for a date together

Suitor and MC/reader cooking together

How suitor would propose

Suitor reacting to MC/reader playing with their hair

Free Space (any other fluffy prompt you would like)

Crack Prompts:

MC/reader makes suitor wear "pregnancy" belly to see what it's like

Suitor reacts to MC/reader pranking them

Suitor pranks MC/reader

Suitor reacts to MC/reader bringing home unusual pets

Suitor reacts to MC/reader's terrible cooking

Free Space (any funny/crack HC you would like)

Smut/NSFW prompt:

Suitor finds MC/reader's "toy"

Suitor reacts to MC/reader in a bikini

Suitor's favorite position

Suitor's kink

Suitor reacts to MC/reader's kink (pick whatever kink you would like)

Suitor reacts to MC/reader domming them

Suitor reacts to MC/reader wanting to be tied up

Suitor reacts to MC/reader asking to be bred

Suitor's reaction to MC/reader teasing them in public

Suitor reacts to MC/reader's fantasy (you pick the fantasy)

Free space (any NSFW HC)

Hope you guys enjoy and we can all have some fun with this! Any questions, just let me know! And seriously, thank you all for your support! I am looking forward to having more fun with you guys!

Taglist and a few others who might be interested: @zulablaise @limonzu @kisara-16 @tele86 @lovely-bubb1es

@otomewonderland @lucyw260 @selenacosmic @bjorkshire-pudding @eventinelysplayground

@kissmetwicekissmedeadly @aquagirl1978 @lettheratsin @atinyliliflower @venulus

@mllorei @fang-and-feather

If I have tagged you and you don't want to be let me know and I'll remove the tag. Just tagging some people who have supported me :)

edited to fix the tagging issue! Thank you to @mllorei for telling me how to fix it!

[thedivinetarot-2]

Summertime with Ikevamp boys

Genre: Fluff/fun/summer

Characters: Comte's + Vlad's mansion

Warning: None

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It was Comte's idea to have an enjoyable summer because after all all his beloved residents need to take a break from their jobs.

Sebastian and MC would probably ask Isaac and Napoleon to help them get the stuff ready.

Leonardo was the one who bought the tickets and this time everyone is going to get on the train.

Jean and Mozart never liked the idea of being there but they joined after the whole mansion insisted on them to be there.

Arthur was so excited because he could flirt with women there.

Arthur teased MC/you because he heard that Comte gifted her/you a bikini and she blushed because of that.

Dazai was planning to take his beloved chicken there but he back down when sebastian told him not to.

Vincent was so happy about the idea and he took tons of color and books to draw upon them.

Shakespeare was invited too because he was Comte's first child and papa Comte can't go nowhere without his child.

Shakespeare would thank Comte for the invitation and ask if he can help the other suitors.

Vlad knew about the vacation from Shakespeare and decided to make it as a surprise.

Charles was excited for the vacation because he could spend time with the MC and Vincent.

Vincent was so sad that he had to leave his pet animal brush behind and he almost cried for leaving him.

Theo had to relax himself because the stress he put himself under could kill a man.

But can Arthur leave him alone?. No no no.

Faust felt stupid because of how much most of them are excited and he stayed at Vlad's mansion not wanting to be with them.

At the train station and instead of using the door Dazai entered via the window that he got stuck there and asked Arthur for help.

Isaac slammed his forehead after seeing how Dazai loves to embarrass himself.

But anyways, Theo and Arthur managed to pull him from inside the train.

Mozart and Jean would ask MC to set with them in the cabinet since they said it would be better for her than setting with the other stupid suitors.

But they ended up setting with each other including sebastian with them.

Comte and Leonardo was already with MC at the same cabinet.

Napoleon, Isaac, Vincent was together.

Theo, Arthur and Dazai in other cabinet.

While Vlad, Charles and Shakespeare was setting alone because they wanted to keep their presence as surprise for Comte.

Mozart would write music notes while sebastian would engage in teaching Jean how to read more fluently.

Leonardo was sleeping the whole time and when he woke up he teased theshitoutof MC.

Comte never set at the cabinet all the time he would go and indulge himself in conversations with the other suitors.

Vincent enjoyed sketching the suitors while his beloved Theo almost killed Arthur and Dazai because they teased him too much.

And when the train arrived at the destination; Dazai did stick himself again out of the window instead of using the door which resulted for Theo and Arthur to pull him again and he ended up falling from the window's height on Theo and Arthur.

The suitors almost forgot to wake Leonardo up since most of them were busy taking their stuff out.

MC really wanted to wear the bikini Comte gifted her but she was too shy since Arthur teased so much.

When Jean's heard that Comte gifted MC a bikini he almost attacked him calling him a "slut" and "disrespectful" but fortunately Napoleon was there to pull him away before committing a crime.

Isaac enjoyed making sand castle with MC on the beach even though he denied the fact.

Arthur and Dazai almost drowned Isaac in the sea by trying to teach him how to "swim".

Napoleon and Sebastian went to bring some drinks since Vlad's jokes were so dry.

Shakespeare and Vincent was enjoying the sight of the sea; one is writing poems and the other is painting.

Arthur after almost drowning Isaac went to flirt with a couple of women.

Dazai asked Toshiko-San if it is okay to teach her how to swim. But Leonardo ended up taking the charge of that.

Leonardo tried to teach MC how to swim but was interrupted by everyone because all of them tried to teach her at the same time poor MC/you.

Later that afternoon and when the sun started to set Comte prepared a barbecue party and all of the residents enjoyed the night.

Mozart was too bored because he left his dear piano at the mansion and he couldn't have a smaller instrument to play so he suggested someone to sing something.

Charles agreed but ended up being unprepared so Mozart stopped him from singing.

Arthur and Theo ended up singing while Isaac was looking how dumb they looked.

Vincent sing too and his voice was so comforting.

Vincent woke up early that day to draw the sunrise and he saw MC there alone wearing her gifted bikini and swimming by herself.

He had to sketch that too.

Sebastian couldn't rest for a moment since the baby residents can't stop fighting and nagging.

Vlad never stopped teasing Comte about how bad the residents are, and how chaotic they are.

The trip ended up well but Comte will never do it again since all of the residents at some point was annoying.

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Post date: Apr/10th/2024

Day: Wednesday

☆ Side Note:

I really liked the idea of writing this for summer. Anyways this is an old draft I wrote last year but was too busy to post it. I hope you liked it. Stay safe 🙏🏼 ❤.

M

[fang-and-feather]

Ikemen Vampire Polyamory Fics Masterlist

General Masterlist / Main Ikevamp Masterlist

Triads

Arthur/Vincent

The case of the Fox - Arthur x Vincent x OC (Reina) - Fluff

Isaac/Arthur

Surprise Valentines' - Arthur x Isaac x OC (Reina) - Fluff

Flowers for You - Arthur x Isaac x OC (Reina) - Fluff

First Celebration Plans - Arthur x Isaac x OC (Reina) - Fluff

Revelations - Arthur x Isaac x Reader - Fluff

Written with Love - Arthur x Isaac x Reader - Fluff

Connected Stars - Arthur x Isaac x Reader, Family Fic, Triadverse AU - Fluff

Celebrate Love Arthur x Isaac x Reader - Fluff

Love Restrains - Arthur x Isaac x Reader - Smut

Taking Initiative - Arthur x Isaac Centric, background Arthur x Isaac x Reader - Fluff

Jean/Mozart

Changing Hearts - Jean x Mozart x OC (Amy), Polyamorous World AU - Fluff - Chapter 1, Chapter 2 (2/2)

Jean/Vincent

The Call of Light - Jean x Vincent x Reader - Angst and Fluff

True Happiness - Jean x Vincent x Reader

Eternally Yours - Jean x Vincent x Reader - Fluff

Dream Come True - Jean x Vincent x Reader - Fluff

Bringing in New Life - Jean x Vincent x Reader - Fluff

Bridging Family - Jean x Vincent x Reader - Fluff

Leonardo/Comte

Dual Temptation - Comte x Reader x Leonardo - Smut

Napoleon/Jean

Joy - Jean x Napoleon x MC, Family fic - Fluff

Exploring new Desires - Jean x Napoleon x Reader - Smut

Napoleon/Sebastian

Celebrity Boyfriend - Napoleon x Sebastian x MC - Fluff

Break Day - Napoleon x Sebastian x OC (Amy) - Fluff

Shakespeare/Vincent

Love Returned - Shakespeare x Vincent x Reader, Magic AU - Fluff - Chapter 1 (1/?)

Theo/Arthur

Finding my Way with You - Theo x Fem! Arthur x OC (Amy) - Chapter 1 - Comfort (1/?)

Complex Polycules

Napoleon/Jean/Sebastian/Arthur

Chaotic Family Celebration Mini Series - Four Mornings, Captured Bully, Chaotic Family Celebration - Napoleon x Jean x Sebastian x Reader - Fluff

Other

Isaac-Arthur

Room for one More - Isaac x Reader x Arthur, V Relationship, Pre-Triad - Fluff

Jean-Isaac

Shared Fates Series - Jean x OC (Amy) x Isaac, Soulmates AU, V Relationship - Chapter 1 (1/?)

Leonardo-Theo

Inspiration - Leonardo x MC x Theo - Fluff

Arthur

Cultural Differences - Arthur x Female OC (Gale), more ships to be added - Polyamorous World AU - Fluff - Chapter 1 (1/?)

[not-krys]

Author Interview 2025

I saw @rjthirsty's post about doing an author interview and I have done another one of them back in 2020, but the questions are different from that old one so I wanted to do this one as well.

Forewarning that I am going to be pulling from my older works on ao3 as well (and I have been writing for a long time, so there are going to be fandoms mentioned here that I don't write for anymore for various reasons but it does answer what question was being presented. Also, major spoilers for various series, including but not limited to Cybird's Ikemen Series (Ikevamp in particular, Vincent's route if you wanna get specific), Mystic Messenger (Jumin and Zen's routes in particular) and YuGiOh Arc V, in case that's something that needs warning for.

My ao3 and my writing masterlist for your perusing pleasure!

And tagging anyone that wants to do this as well!

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How many works do you have on AO3?

93 as of this posting. Most written-for fandom is Yu-Gi-Oh Arc V with 24 fics written. Next most written-for fandom is IkeSen with 14 fics currently, followed by IkeVamp, which has 12.

Your top 5 stories by kudos/notes:

-By Kudos:

1. Manager Princess: 714 Haikyuu!!, Four oneshots combined into one document, all mostly fluff. It's a collection of xReader stories involving a fem!reader being the manager of Aoba Jousai's volleyball team. I think my favorites are the ones with Iwaizumi and Oikawa so I highly recommend those first. Iwaizumi's is a cute fest where reader goes grocery shopping for the team needs. Oikawa's talks about that time he was injured and how that affected and upset Reader-chan, who has a sort of crush on Oikawa but refuses to admit it. 2. Manager Princess: After Hours [Hajime Iwaizumi]: 264 Haikyuu!!. One Shot, baby's first attempts at smut. It's basically a continuation of the Manager Princess Series, but they're all adults now and Iwaizumi and Reader-chan are married now and trying to start a family. Fluff and Smut is the tag on ao3 and that's basically what this is, fluff and smut. Be gentle with reading it as it was one of my first forays into smut writing and I hadn't polished that aspect of my writing just yet. 3. It's Not Like I Would Say No, Kitten: 154 Ikemen Sengoku, Oneshot, Smut, Masamune x AFAB!Reader, vaginal fingering featured. Tis baby's second foray into smut writing. Looking back on it now, it's needs a little more editing than it got, but it was my first fic in the IkeSen fandom, so it does deserve a little treat for that honor. 4. Love At First Sight: 143 Mystic Messenger, Oneshot Fluff, Jumin x fem!Reader. A rewrite of the scene after Jumin kisses MC in his living room to get Sarah Choi to leave. A very calm fic that focuses on sensory details and some cute handholding as Jumin is kind of a mess at this point in canon and he just needs some loving support! 5. A Second Glance: 128 Ikemen Sengoku, four chapters currently, ongoing fic, Hideyoshi x AFAB!Reader, pregnancy fic, one of my more serious fics. In the wake of Nobunaga's death, the reader's life is still full of surprises. Where does she look when she feels she has nowhere else to turn after she loses the love of her life? Taking tidbits from history and putting it gently into the IkeSen universe, this story is about budding relationships after the loss of love and finding love again in a new place, along with some inheritance drama that Hideyoshi is forcing himself into because of Reader-chan carrying Nobunaga's heir. Content warnings for mentions and references to major character death, blood, violence, Mitsuhide flirting with Hideyoshi, and all that fun stuff.

-By Notes Here on tumblr

1. Rub My Belly: 163 Ikemen Sengoku, oneshot fluff, gift fic, Mitsuhide x AFAB Reader, pregnancy fic. Mitsuhide is late coming home one day and he makes up for his absence by being sweet on his pregnant wife. Very fluffy and sweet. 2. Family: 139 Ikemen Vampire, oneshot fluff, Arthur Conan Doyle x AFAB Reader, pregnancy fic. Arthur and Reader-chan check up on their baby by listening to their heart beating. Very fluffy and sweet. Originally for Scummy's Arthur Week back in 2021. 3. That Didn't Stop You Before: 89 Ikemen Sengoku, oneshot fluff, a companion piece to Rub My Belly, it features Mitsuhide and Reader-chan again, but from Kyubei's POV. Extreme family feels with this one, very sweet 4. A Second Glance Part 1: 85 Ikemen Sengoku, the first part of the Second Glance story. This is basically set up for the rest of the story, about how Nobunaga's death has affected everyone in Azuchi, especially Reader-chan. And with the realization that she's carrying his child, she goes into panic mode, trying to figure out what to do. Hideyoshi comforts her and calms her down. Mitsuhide confronts Hideyoshi later about his one-sided love for Reader-chan, but Hideyoshi doesn't want to push too much on her right now and just vows to protect her for Nobunaga's sake. Tis the beginning of everything. 5. Fine, I Give Up: 80 Ikemen Sengoku, oneshot, Mitsuhide x fem!Reader, cute fluff. Reader-chan had a bad day and is now giving Mitsuhide 'The Silent Treatment'. He proceeds to be melodramatic about being pointedly ignored by his favorite toy.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

If someone has a question about the fic, then I'll respond to the question, but usually no. A lot of comments I get are variants of 'I loved this!' and there aren't many more ways outside of saying thank you to respond to it. I love getting the 'I loved this!' comments and its variants, don't get me wrong, but again, there isn't a lot of ways for me to respond back to that doesn't get repetitive after a while and I do feel bad that I don't respond back to the lovely comments I receive more.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I'm more the type to try and give all my fics happy endings as that's what I want to read most of the time, so my angsty endings are few and far between. It's more likely that a fic of mine will start angsty that will get happier by the end. That being said, my angsty-est ending in recent memory is probably Fais de Beaux Rêves. It's a oneshot about Comte staying with an aged fem!Reader in her final moments. It has more of a bittersweet feel than anything truly angsty, I think, as it's more of a very, very tender moment as the circle of life takes its natural course. If we wanted to go full-on angsty, then we'd have to go further back to my YuGiOh Arc V Days, where there are two fics in particular that involve torture and murder (in a sense, tis still YuGiOh we're talking about, so death can be considered quaint compared to what else could happen to you). There was a story arc in the Arc V universe that had a warzone/survivalist storyline with three resistance members that I latched onto in the story's run, but one of the resistance members is kidnapped and held prisoner by their dimension's aggressors. One fic (Innocence) involved torture via forced feeding while the other (Prisoner Princess) involved straight up murder via tearing up a card, neither of which has a happy ending. Just the resistance member being tortured in different ways by a very Gilbert von Obsidian-esqe character (this one is more evil and delights in torturing our plucky resistance member Ruri in different ways).  But yeah, those two are probably the angsty-est I've finished a fic that I can remember.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Happy endings are my bread and butter! Being a fluff writer in general, the majority of the time, happy endings are a given. Which means I've written a lot of happy endings! But, I think the happiest ending for my fics is the ending of 'I've Waited For This'. The fic features Theo, by pure coincidence, finding Vincent again after he goes after MC after she falls through Comte's Time Door and back to the future. He reunites with Vincent and his little family, talking with MC (in this case, my OC Abby) about the life they've lived up until that point. The two brothers meet each other at the end of the fic, hugging each other for all its worth, reunited once again. Though it wasn't stated directly in the fic, it's also kind of like Theo finally seeing the fruits of his wish to Comte, that he wanted to give Vincent a better life than he had previously and now he's seeing it after so long of thinking he'd never see his broer again. It's cathartic to both the brothers and I think this is the happiest ending I've created thus far.

Do you write crossovers?

Not anymore. When I was young, I was the type to mash my favorite characters together like barbie dolls in one big messy sandbox and wrote out adventures from there. We called those Crack Fics back in my day. But I've outgrown that style of writing, wanting to settle more into established universes and play in those sandboxes rather than smashing my favorite ones together and seeing what happens as a result of that.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Probably have, but I don't remember what it was about specifically.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Not often, but I do write it once in a while. I'm the type to focus more on the emotions and story involved rather than the acts itself as, for me, it gets repetitive pretty quick. I'm more interested in the why, thus why there's usually a reason when I do a smut fic. Manager Princess: After Hours has the plot of wanting to start a family. Can't say No Kitten has Reader learning to be assertive and Masamune is down for most things so he was perfect for something like that in my mind. The Experiment is about curiosity and exploring things in a controlled environment for my OC Houki and IkeSen's Mitsunari. I have been branching out more when it comes to smut writing, like writing a few more Porn Without Plot kind of stories with Under the Sundress with Shingen and Happy Birthday, Vincent, so there's that.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I've had it offered to me and in my fanfic policies on both ao3 and tumblr I say I'm okay with it, but I never heard anything else after that first comment.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

If RPing counts as co-writing, then yes! There's was the aforementioned Crack Fics that involved smashing characters together like barbies. I did that for a good portion of my high school days with a lovely individual on AOL Instant Messenger that I've since lost contact with, but I hope they're still doing well. After that, it was RP sandboxes on Livejournal and Dreamwidth, playing with different AUs and such, so that's what I'm calling my co-writing experience.

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I don't write for specific ships (or at least I don't anymore). I guess I can say that I like xReader fics, if that counts? Since that's what I've written for the past couple of years in various fandoms? My OCs and their beaus? Do those count? Idk, man, I just live here.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

See, this is why I started the 100 Themes Challenge, so that I can make WIPs and post them regardless of their doneness state (save for, like, one line and not much else kinda WIPs). I'm throwing around ideas and putting them out in the world and if they turn into finished fics someday? Even better. They are all in eternal states of unfinished. If I pick them up again, I pick them up again. If I don't, at least I had a good run with the idea before it puttered into nothingness.

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue! People always compliment my banters and back-and-forths between characters, so I'm considering that my biggest strength as a writer. Since my works are usually on the shorter side (usually under 5k unless multi-chaptered), I've gotten pretty good at being succinct with my details. This includes cutting down on 'to be' verbs in favor of actions, staying intentionally focused on one character's POV rather than jumping around to different characters in the scene, and writing summaries.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Finishing things. As I said above, I love doing the 100 Themes Challenge as it gets ideas flowing but it would be nice to complete more fics. Pacing could use some work too.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I'm a sucker for it. I've probably learned more French and Dutch than I'll ever need just because I wanted to sprinkle it into some of my ikevamp fics.

What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

I have been getting into Love and Deepspace lately, so the possibility of writing fic has been going up recently. No promises on it actually happening, but it is a possibility the further along and involved I get in the story.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Now you're asking me to pick my favorite child, lol. Well, since this interview started on listing my top five on ao3 and tumblr, I figure it's fitting to list my top five that I've written, but try to keep it to stuff that hasn't been linked yet in this post. So, with that in mind:

1. Reunion

Midnight Cinderella, Alyn x Custom MC, angst with a happy ending. Alyn is searching for Wysteria's lost princess after she disappears into the night, causing the Princess Elect system to collapse in on itself. After it seems that all hope is lost in finding the girl again, Alyn finds her by complete chance. I remember this one fondly as it was written around the time that Cybird was nailing MidCin's coffin shut when the events were stopped entirely, a sad sign of things to come. I had worked so hard on this, even having giggle fits when I had it ran through a text to speech program at the time so that I could catch errors in the writing, something that I hadn't done before at the time, but it helped out quite bit at the time. I focused more on getting details in the background and set dressings of the fic, it was my favorite baby for the longest time despite being for a very, very small fandom that has its canon meet its end not long after.

2. Smiles

Mystic Messenger, Zen x fem!Reader, very very very fluffy. Inspired by the phone call you get in Zen's route in Day 10 after leaving Rika's apartment for good. Reader-chan isn't in a good place mentally (understandable, given the events that made them leave Rika's apartment) and they wake up alone in Zen's apartment after a nightmare. Zen calls them to tell them he's briefly stepped out to grab some groceries and he comforts them over the phone. It's stupidly cute with Zen being a complete dork in love.

3. First Kicks

Ikemen Vampire, Vincent x Abby (OC), pregnancy fluff. It's not the first time I've written about Vincent and Abby's adventures in modern world, but I like this one in particular as it's more of exploration of what the two of them are like as a couple. They say sweet things to each other, Vincent's eases her anxieties and teases her about stealing his shirts to wear, she tries to be the mature one in the universe but gets flustered when he points out her childishness in stealing his last clean shirt, they get excited when their baby starts kicking, etc etc. Tis very cute, I like this one.

4. Ruri's Misadventures

Yu-Gi-Oh Arc V, Ruri & Yuuto & Shun, survivalist fic, unfinished. When I was looking into the answers to fics with happy and angsty endings, I came across the list for my old Arc V fics and was reminded of this one in particular. Basically, I wanted to create a fic that filled in the gaps that canon left out, basically the day-to-day of the resistance fighters of the Xyz Dimension. Canon was tragically short on the details about the resistance fighters (hell, Ruri didn't make a physical appearance until 3/4s into the series aside from being mentioned by name despite being the entire reason Shun and Yuuto came across dimensions, to try and find her and get her back home). With this fic in particular, I wanted to explore the events leading up to Ruri's eventual kidnapping, which included trying to find shelter and supplies in what was basically a desolate warzone. And I loved writing about the relationship between Ruri and her boys, about how they grew stronger together in spite of the circumstances. It is a little bit older and in WIP Hell like the majority of my long fics, but if you wanna look into a survivalist kinda story (or just liked Arc V in particular of the YGO series(s)), give it a look. Just be forewarned that it can get dark at times (illness, terror attacks, injuries, Yuuto gets a rather nasty surprise in the last chapter that has to do with corpses), this is not happy fic. It has its soft moments, but it's angsty overall, if that's your kinda thing.

5. Bittersweet

Obey Me, Lucifer x Miri (OC), angsty-flavored fluff and timey-wimey shenanigans. Written when Nightbringer was in its early days. Miri has been sent back to the past where the Demon Brothers don't know her yet and are still sore from their fall from the Celestial Realm. She goes to see Lucifer with some coffee and she gets homesick, missing the versions of the brothers she knew, of the Lucifer she once knew. Lucifer comforts her as best he can (she's still a stranger to him at this point), thinking that it's strange that this tiny creature seems so comfortable with him, even knowing how he likes his coffee. This one was my first full Obey Me with Miri and I think it's a neat little story about what you would do if you were flung into the past and met past versions of people you once knew but they don't know you currently and what you could do in that kind of situation. It was also a time before we really knew what Nightbringer was going to be about and it was a fun time to explore the possibilities.

[nuttytani]

Free games that the ikevamp characters would play on their phone in the 21st century

a/n- no I am not reliving my childhood games through them nor am I being biased to certain characters laughs nervously

Theo secretly loves playing pancake tower on his phone. The excitement that he feels when he is able to break his highest current record is something else.

Jean enjoys playing once upon a tower. All you need to do is hit some goblins and stay away from a dragon, stress free game, wouldn't you agree?

Of course, Piano Tiles is most loved by our dear Mozart. Yes, he started playing it just to make fun of it but is now ironically... playing it like his music career depends on it. Later on he discovered project sekai, which he has to say, is close to becoming his most favourite game overall.

Do you remember Fruit Ninja? Yeah that game, guess who loves playing it? Our poster boy, Napoleon. Slicing these bad ass fruits with swords that have different effects is just chef kiss for him

Arthur LOVES LOVES LOVES playing dangerous fellows. No I am not taking any criticism on this, he just loves it, okay? Oh his close second is Mystic Messenger. The weird chat timing doesn't bother him because he barely sleeps on time, and it's always a nice break in the middle of 3 am.

Candy crush is Comte's favourite. No one knows why. He just enjoys it.

Vincent doesn't like playing much, but when he's in the mood, he adores my little terrarium, it's super relaxing for him.

Dots and Co., is Leonardo's jam. He installed the app on a whim but ended up getting addicted to it. Plays it whenever he's not sleeping or is free.

Dazai is also not really a fan of playing games, but tap tap fish is close to his heart. No stress, just cute little aquatic animals.

Does anyone remember unholyc? It was quite the hype like some time ago, Shakespeare got curious and installed it to see what it was about. He doesn't regret getting it

Sometimes, the mansion residents and shakespeare have game nights. They all play among us while voice chatting through discord.

(hit the image limit, so....no line break RIP)

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Never really played ikemen but vincent seems cute! so may I request painting with him? C:

SUMMARY: after a long day, you find solace in vincent.

WARNINGS: None!! :D

COMMENTS: vincent has been my secret little brainrot for a minute so like THANK YOU

“Please rest today, my hard worker. You’ve done beautifully today.”

The words he whispers into your ear in the quiet of the hallway could not have sounded sweeter. Vincent leads you to his room with a gentle hand, and even though the touch is minimal you can still feel his warmth. He is safe and calming and loving, and as you reach his door and his lips brush against your temple in a tender kiss you find yourself thinking he’s quite sweet as well.

He is just as sweet as he is yours.

He opens the door for you and you step inside, grateful when the tell tale click of it shutting reaches your ears.

“Would you like to paint?” he asks, voice soft as he brushes his fingers along your cheek.

“Of course I do.” you sigh, leaning into his touch.

He doesn’t dare pull away.

His fingers stay against your skin, your bodies stay pressed against each other, and you breathe him in. The day’s labor is already melting away from your bones with each passing second, and you know there is no better use of your time than giving it to him.

“What colors would you like?” he hums, trailing his hand down your body before grabbing your hand, “The usual?”

“Mhm.”

It’s a thoughtless response, one brought about by routine and expectation, but it’s a response he accepts for the same reasons. He knows you. And he knows you prefer your favorite colors and their complementary ones, with a few oddballs that make everything you paint so you.

Vincent takes great comfort in having those two easels propped up in the middle of his room, a constant reminder that he has you and he loves you and most importantly, you love him too.

You give him a kiss when he delivers your paints to you, and Vincent leans into it like it's the last bit of affection he will ever receive. Except it's you, and even though he's a desperate man, he knows you will never leave him wanting.

[ikeromantic]

Ikemen Vampire Masterlist

Suitors:

Arthur Conan Doyle

Masterlist of Arthur Fics

Charles Henri Sanson

None YET

Comte de Saint-Germain

Masterlist of le Comte Fics

Isaac Newton

Master list of Isaac Fics

Jean d'Arc

Guarded/Jean/Fluff  

Johann Georg Faust

MC has a bad day and Faust comforts her in his own way

Leonardo da Vinci

Masterlist of Leonardo Fics

Mozart

Masterlist of Mozart Fics

Napoleon Bonaparte

Masterlist of Napoleon Fics

Osamu Dazai

None YET

Sebastian

Childhood Crush - MC reunites with Sebas, fluff and light angst

Coffee/Sebastian/Spicy     

Theodorus Van Gogh

Masterlist of Theo Fics

Vincent Van Gogh

Candles/Vincent/Smut  

Vlad

Winter Solstice - holiday fluff with Vlad, Faust, and Charles

Plucking Berries - a day out with Vlad, fluffy and sweet

To Distraction - Vlad tries to get attention on a snowy day

William Shakespeare

Horns/Shakespeare/Angst

Multiple Characters

IkeVamp Guys React to Tattooed MC - All

Theo, Napoleon, le Comte, Isaac, Mozart, and Arthur asking for MCs hand in marriage

le Comte, Theo, and Arthur react to a curvy MC

Dazai, Jean, and Vlad react to a curvy MC

Vincent, Charles, and Napoleon with a curvy MC

le Comte, Leonardo, and Mozart react to an MC that was abused

Jean, Dazai, Leonardo, le Comte, and Napoloeon react to a sensitive MC

A Very Strange New Years Eve

[letterstoear]

Their reactions to a racoon in their bed

Characters: Vil, Epel, Jack, Kalim, Jamil

Notes: I honestly dunno why I wrote this, but here it is.

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Vil: 

👑Screams his little heart out 

👑After screaming he just sits there wondering why a racoon in my bed is there!

👑 Takes him a few moments to collect himself before he gets out of bed to return the beast 

👑He’s not about to chuck it out the window, but he will consider if someone placed it there

👑 A revenge scheme? Perhaps Epel, Rook, Neige? Had someone been keeping it as a pet 

👑Whatever the case is he’s taking that raccoon out of his bed 

👑Spends the rest of the night working out his horrors, cleans his sheets, checks every nook and cranny of his room

👑Where did that raccoon come from? 

Epel: 

🍎IS immediately like Yes! Let me sleep with you fine creature that appeared out of nowhere 

🍎 Examines the little guy to see if he’s injured or something 

🍎Low key thinks it's just a dream or something tho 

🍎Wakes up to his surprise that the racoon is still there beside him

🍎Is like wow, I got myself a new friend, I gotta hide you from Vil, cause ain’t no way he gonna let me keep him

🍎And Epel is right, cause Vil is like return him to the outdoors 

🍎A teary goodbye 

Jack: 

🐺 Double checks his bed because he feels something rummaging in his bed

🐺 Shocked to see a racoon, but is like well, I guess this is life

🐺Just rolls with it because he’s had worse 

🐺In the morning he gives it a five-star treatment before letting it go 

🐺Imagine the surprise on everyone’s face when they see Jack taking care of a racoon he found in his bed 

🐺Got heads turning from everyone 

🐺Only reason he doesn’t keep it is because he wants it to be free 

Kalim: 

☀️Freedom…, um excuse me me, no, you’re my new friend 

☀️Behold, Kalim’s new friend

☀️Only the best treatment for the best 

☀️Gets incredibly excited from the raccoon appearing in his bed because he thinks he’s got something like Silver’s ability to attract animals 

☀️In reality the racoon just wandered into their dorm by accident 

☀️Gives Jamil a headache from wanting to take care of the raccoon, but manages to successfully to put the racoon back in the woods 

☀️Another teary eye goodbye 

Jamil: 

🐍 Get that thing away from him as far as he can go, it is covered in sand

🐍 Scares him to death because of how unexpecting it was 

🐍 Feels it touching his face and wakes up to it 

🐍 At first, he’s like Kalim is this your new pet, but is relieved to know that it’s not 

🐍 Kinda just moves it off his bed then continues to sleep; this has to be a dream, right? 

🐍When he wakes up to see that it’s now on his bed and beside him, boy is just not right in the head 

🐍 Is more than happy to put it back where it belongs properly 

[multistandomwrites]

A Younger Temptation

Hello everyone, this is the ninth chapter of the series I’m doing of Ikémen Vampire x teen reader which I hope you’ll all like and support. I will try to update as much as possible. I can’t promise it’ll be everyday, but I’ll try to whenever I have time. This fic also may not fully follow everything that happens in the game, though I’ve tried to include some parts from the game, but they might also happen at different points. Enjoy.

I don’t own Ikémen Vampire, only my own oc’s. All rights reserved for Cybird.

Themes: platonic, fluff, playfulness

Chapter Nine - Comte’s Revelation

I eventually got round to asking Leonardo if he could build a hanger or shelf for me to put my painting on and he happily complied, showing me how to do it with him helping, though it eventually became just me doing the handiwork as he got sleepy and decided to nap on the hard floor of his room.

Afterwards, Leo used some screws and a hammer to hang the shelf on my bedroom wall, securing it, before I placed the musical picture on top and stood back. It stood just above my curtains and the sunlight lit up the bottom half of it, highlighting the notes and petals which I admired, before thanking the Italian.

Later on, the rest of the residents came home and, naturally, questioned me about my day and the rose still nestled in my hair. But, this time, I decided to leave out the part about the white blonde, crimson eyed florist. Before retiring to my room for the night, I placed the rose inside an empty, water filled vase that formally held flowers which had now been thrown out, to preserve it for the next day.

The next day in question, my 9th day, became quite a blur. I had to be woken by Seb who couldn’t help but chuckle at my contrasting morning moods as I reluctantly got dressed into a snow white blouse and black handmade leggings, adding the rose inside my hair as soon as I stepped into the kitchen. The colour and petals were slowly fading and drooping, but it was still suitable for now.

Arthur, Vincent and Theo were already sat at the dining table as I passed them. I helped Sebastian begin to cook breakfast, pancakes for all today, but was soon sent to wake Napoleon after I proved, once more, I had…interesting cooking skills, to say the least.

I slowly crept into the military leaders room and gently nudged him. “Napoleon, Napoleon, Napoleon,” I sing-songed as he groaned and rolled over. I stood back and crossed my arms impatiently, wondering what I could do to make him move. “Napo, come on. Let’s go.” I dragged the covers off of his body which caused him to start a tug of war with me, the bedsheet in both of our grips.

He was physically stronger than me which was unfair, to say the least. The only muscles I’d ever gained were from dancing regularly, mostly only using my leg muscles, so my upper arm strength wavered.

Eventually, he yielded and reluctantly slipped out of the bed on the account that he’d be one of the first to get his food, to which I’d agreed. After all, he was the one who had made the quote about men not being able to fight, or do anything, on an empty stomach.

I also collected Leo on the way who had been sleeping in the middle of the hallway like a stray cat. Downstairs, the others had also come out of hiding and were now waiting patiently at the table, chattering amongst themselves.

I continued to help Seb who gave me the duty of giving the men their pancakes and wine. It was safe to say they were wine addicts…As promised, I gave the first batch to Napo followed by everyone else. He smiled in triumph. “Merci, nunuche.” I rolled my eyes at the childish nickname he had given me - idiot, of all things.

I quickly doled out the rest of the plates before sitting in my designated seat beside Comte, who had requested for us to sit together for breakfast. For what reason, I didn’t know. I wondered if he was going to tell me about the white haired florist they had reacted negatively to, or how they were still somewhat alive in this time period.

Turns out, I had held my hopes too high.

Dazai was the last to arrive, climbing in through the window and gracefully landing on two feet like an agile cat. I had never understood why he chose to use the windows instead and of the doors, and he had always changed the subject whenever I asked. I shrugged it off. Everyone had their quirks.

We all ate in a comfortable silence with the only sounds being chewing, sipping and Arthur occasionally cracking a joke or two. “So, our little Y/N has a secret lover,” he teased with a big grin splitting his face in two. “He ain’t my lover,” I defended incredulously, giving the author a pointed stare. He chuckled. “Whatever you say, love.”

“Arthur stop being such a tease,” Dazai said with a faint smile. “I’m sure Toshiko-chan has many suitors.” I sighed, but I couldn’t deny the slight blush that spread across my cheeks. No, Pierre was nothing more, nothing less, than a newfound friend.

“Next week,” Comte began, interrupting the banter, “We will be hosting a ball for the nobles, some of whom are my dearest friends.” My ears perked up. It had been so long since I had attended any type of social event, which were usually for my music and art.

“Hosting here?” Theo asked, one brow raised. The dark blonde nodded. “Yes, for a few hours. It’d be nice for Y/N to have this experience. So, we will have to prepare. Leo, I’d like you to come with me to buy Y/N a dress soon, Vincent and Theo, I’d like you to allocate the best paintings, Napoleon, Isaac, Jean, Arthur and Dazai, I’d like you all to help in decorating and getting preparations ready for the ball,” he told us with a warm smile before departing the table as we soon followed suit.

Even though there was still a week until it happened, I could already feel butterflies swarming in my stomach at the prospect of a real life, 19th century ball.

Chapter 10 coming soon

Preface

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Masterlist

[xxsycamore]

❝ The Benefits of Having a Scientist Boyfriend ❞ (ISAAC X READER)

╰┈➤ 💝 Isaac surprises you with a loving gesture that will also greatly relieve your pain.

Isaac Newton x Menstruating!Reader • rating: G • tags: Menstruation; Period Cramps; Established Relationship; Fluff • wordcount: 965 • masterlist

a/n: The author is very bad at every field of science mentioned in this fic and still stubbornly made all of the needed research (plus historical research to see how possible it is for our Isaac to put this together in his current time era) while fighting cramps of her own..... Hope you enjoy and also I hope I didn't get my facts (too) wrong! If you happen to suffer from cramps and you want your favorite ikevamp suitor comforting you in their own unique way, may I also offer: Napoleon, Comte, Mozart, Theo, Leonardo, Sebastian, Arthur (NSFW), Vincent 💕(All fics in this series share the same opening scene!)

It’s another beautiful day at the mansion, and the sun is continuing to shine brightly outside as afternoon settles in. Your list of chores is more than halfway done now, the morning was a productive one and you pat yourself on the back for pushing through at your usual pace, even if your period surprised you early this morning. Sleeves rolled up and armed with a feather duster, you march towards the lounge room to take care of another chore.

Specks of dust dance in the afternoon sun, windows wide open, as you complete your task little by little. Soon the sections left to dust decrease and you start to tire - a minor pain in your tummy appears as well, as if to persuade you into taking a short break. You throw a look at the grandfather clock. You’ve been a busy bee; not even the distraction of dusting off some of Comte’s highly intriguing antiques couldn’t get you late on your own schedule.

You sit down at the spacious couch area, grab a throw pillow to hug, and fall on your side - shoe-covered feet juust hanging off the couch because it won’t be worth the effort of taking them off for just a minute or two of rest.

Uh-oh! The pain doesn’t go away and only gets worse instead. Suddenly, moving as much as a millimeter equals signing a death warrant.

“Help” You whisper to yourself, clutching onto the throw pillow.

***

You weren't aware that your inner cry for help was able to send telepathic signals to your boyfriend, but you witness the miracle of him entering through the door in the very next second.

"Isaac!" You rise to a seating position as the sight of him briefly distracts you from your pain - a big mistake on your part, but before you can ask him what brings him here, the next cramp stabs you in the guts and only a painted sound leaves your lips. "Oww…"

"Are you alright? You were curled up on the couch too."

You've already instinctively placed your hand on your lower belly and it doesn't escape Isaac's gaze, but you still pretend to be brave about it and refuse to bother him with such a minor inconvenience of yours…

"Maybe I just ate something funny at lunch? You know how it is with Sebas and his fusion cuisine, always trying to live up to everyone's taste, haha…"

Isaac stares blankly at you for a couple of seconds, then he averts his eyes.

"You can just tell me if your period came, you know…"

Was it that obvious?! Maybe Isaac just knows you well enough by now - the thought brings forth a certain warmth within you… no, that's just another cramp.

"Oww owww… fine, you guessed it… Don't scold me, I'll go look for some herbal tea in the kitchen or-"

"No, lie back down." Isaac's unexpected touch changes the focus of your sensory receptors again and your heart flutters by the simple action of him beckoning you to lie down. You oblige, looking at him with large eyes full of curiosity.

"I was just about to go out for today's école lessons but let me bring you something first. Just lie here and be patient, okay? It's going to feel better soon."

Your curiosity only grows as you watch Isaac's back until he fully disappears from sight.

***

When your boyfriend returns you're overcome with the need to sit up and see what he's carrying in his hands, but you follow his advice and remain patient.

"Some time ago when your cramps were bad like that I asked you how you dealt with them back in your era. Since then I have been, uh, working on something. I figured now would be a good time to try it out."

You blink in disbelief when Isaac hands you what looks like a… heating pad, the ones that are typically used as handwarmers in your time.

"You'll have to massage it in order for it to radiate heat, but I hope that still works for you."

"Isaac you- but how-"

"It's nothing too complex. When I heard your explanation I figured it must be caused by an exothermic reaction… I happen to be knowledgeable in thermodynamics too, you know. I just had to put a supersaturated solution of sodium acetate in water together with notched ferrous metal… Simply put, it crystalizes and radiates heat. I'm still catching up with chemistry after beginning my second life here but fortunately, it was easy enough."

Easy enough, he says…

You can't just lie still anymore, so you raise your upper half enough to wrap your arms around Isaac's shoulders… you didn't plan it out exactly like that, but the physicist ends up being dragged down on the couch with you, barely able to prop himself up on one elbow at the very last second. You keep sobbing into his neck.

"I'm sorry, I'm just so touched by your gesture! I've read about so many invitations that came out of love and-"

Isaac blushes, and he blushes badly. You see the color spreading on his cheeks when he withdraws just a tad more to leave you space to breathe, but he doesn't stand to his feet just yet.

"I guess you can call it that. I'll just be happy as long as it works for you."

Isaac punctuates his words with a chaste caress on the back of your hand which still holds the innovative heating pad. His own warmth leaves you too soon but the artificial one remains - and you find yourself wondering if you can treat it as a reminder of him, when you miss him. Maybe you should tell him that, next time you want to see his cheeks reddening like that again.

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