#ikevamp willaim

[welp-back-on-my-bs]

Blephigor from Obey Me is a good one, there are other Ikemen games aswell Gilbert Von Obsidian seems to be one (although is debated) in IkePrince, just about everyone in some way for IkeVilains, Charles, Willaim, Faust, and Vlad for IkeVamp

Guys I need help. Do you guys know other yandere otome characters?? I want to expand my otome knowledge outside of Ikemen Sengoku and I like Yandere/Possessive characters.

Pls pls pls pls pls pls pls

[writer-akihiko]

IkeVamp Boys + MC Similar to Their Wife

PART 2

To put this in context, MC's nationality does not change. Her facial structure and more importantly, her aura is what is similar to their past wives. By being around MC, they are reminded of their wife.

In addition, I have only included the IkeVamp Boys who historically have a wife. This excludes half of them. As for the boys who have more than one wife [Arthur, Napoleon, Dazai], I have chosen the wife that by historical records, they loved the most.

@delicateikemenmemes I said I was gonna do it because I’m just that much of a madlad 

Napoleon Bonaparte

He was on his way to dinner as he passed the door

The sound of the door made him look back on it

And… a woman appeared. No, it wasn't just a woman. It was a woman in strange looking clothes… His gaze moved to your face-

"JOSEPHINE!"

He gathered you in his arms and kissed you fully on the lips, hugging you as if you were going to disappear

Oh how he missed you, if only he knew

His passionate kiss drew out his lonely emotions

You were never kissed in such a way, making you weak at your knees

He held you up as your strength left you, not wanting to let go of his beloved wife

You wanted to push away this foreign man who suddenly kissed you

"Napoleon! Let go of her!"

He pulled away, holding you close as if you were his favourite childhood toy

Comte pulled on Napoleon's shoulder, seeing how you were in trouble

Napoleon quickly grew annoyed, "Why can't I embrace my wife Comte? Didn't you bring her back?!"

"She's not Josephine. Look at her properly."

He did and horror filled his face. He just kissed a woman as if she were his wife

You were much more comforted seeing Comte, but you still had a wild blush with tears in your eyes

Comte brought you away, letting Sebastian consult Napoleon

He avoided you that day

He was afraid that he might lose control around you again

You just… You reminded him of Josephine so much

Without a doubt, he had a wet dream about his beautiful wife

He certainly had his… desires riled up around you

Not wanting to scare you, he doesn't get close to you physically

Arthur Conan Doyle

Sebastian had called everyone to a special dinner by Comte's request

He sat next to Dazai, teasing Isaac about today's events as he downs a bottle of Rouge

"Everyone, please welcome her to the mansion."

He stopped for a moment, dropping the glass bottle

"Jean sweetie…"

He got up from his chair so fast that no one could act on what he was going to do

The chair crashed as he embraced you so gently

"Jean… You've finally came back to me…"

He kissed your forehead lovingly and touched you in a way a husband would

Your little squeaks of panic alerted him of the surrounding

"Arthur what are you doing?" Comte asked calmly. Comte knew what was up

"Did you not bring my wife back?" He said, holding your hand

"Don't you remember your husband-"

As he turned to look at you, he could see his mistake

"I… I apologise."

He left the dining room, clearly not acting like himself

Theo walked out to not so nicely slap Arthur back to your senses

"She… She's so much like Jean-"

"Get yourself together you kl**tz*k! Think about why you accepted Comte in the first place."

He became more civilised when he returned

He couldn't sleep, drinking a ton of coffee throughout the night

He doesn't become his flirty side and even tries to hide his flirty side from you

He feels as if he's soiling his precious Jean with a dirty worthless man such as him

Arthur appreciates watching you from afar, as a person he would never touch

Dazai Osamu

You were being introduced to the Van Gogh brothers

Dazai was about to go through the window next to Vincent

Your tangled hair caught his attention

He stopped, deciding to change the window so he stood behind you

"Michiko..."

He went through the windows in his usual fashion

This time he hugged you from behind, letting out a sigh of sorrowful relief

His voice broke as he called out, "Michiko..."

"My precious wife.. You've come back to me..."

The single tear that trailed down his cheek warmed your face

He took in your scent, wrapping his arms around your

You let out cries of surprise at the man's sudden hands around you

"Please let me go!"

Dazai woke to his senses, releasing you

He bowed to you in apology, leaving you alone

Only the next afternoon was when Sebastian found him in the gardens

Dazai made his intention to avoid you throughout the mansion

Michiko saved him once, but he's unsure if you could save him again

Theodorus Van Gogh

You had entered the mansion in the dead of the night

Comte asked you to take rest then he'd introduce you to the residents

As you chatted with Comte and Sebastian, Vincent had walked out of his artist's room and saw you

"Johanna?..."

He had to tell Theo that Comte brought Johanna back

Theo was out doing business at the time

The next morning, Vincent urgently went to Theo

“Theo, the new resident is Jo. I saw her…"

"Jo?..."

He figured out where you were from seeing Sebastian focus on breakfast. You might be in the garden…

And he saw you… among the sunflowers… His Johanna

He had tears in his eyes knowing he died, leaving you all alone. Oh why, did you chase after him?

He hugged you from behind, letting his waterworks flow.

"Jo, Johanna I'm so sorry my wife… Please forgive me. We can be happy together with Vincent just please forgive me for leaving you…"

The mumbling of Dutch startled you as you turned to meet the crying man in your arms.

"What are you saying?..."

This must be Theodorus Van Gogh, you thought to yourself

You smacked the larger man's shoulder to make him come to his senses

"Sir are you alright?"

He let you go, realising you weren't his wife

"You're not Johanna?" He says in French

You shook your head. "I'm YN, the new maid."

He excused himself, needing to cry out in his brother's room

He treated you coldly afterwards, but in turn blamed himself more for leaving Johanna when he died

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

That morning he played his Grosse Messe in C Minor. He didn't feel like composing, instead reminiscing his past compositions

He had heard of the new maid that came to the mansion. Huh, he doesn’t really care

The knock on his door stopped his playing. You entered with a bottle of Rouge, setting it on the table in the room

"Herr Mozart, your breakfast."

He turned to you, wanting to retort your saying

He dropped the music sheets he was preparing

He stalked closer to you, bringing his arms across your waist

"Tell me if I'm dreaming."

"It's not a dream Herr Mozart! And-"

"And you should call me Wolf, my dear Constanze. Has my music summoned you here?"

Then it dawned on him.

"Did Comte bring you here?"

Still confused, you replied, "Yes but Herr- I mean, Wolf-"

"That man…" His grip on your waist grew tighter, his jealousy clearly seeping through. "How dare he touch my Constanze so carelessly…"

You realised what this is about and pushed his chest away from you

"I'm not a vampire and I am certainly not your wife!" You cried out, asking him to take a good look at you

He did, seeing how you and Constanze Maria shared the same aura

"Out. Get out."

His cold demeanour drew you away, you shutting the door with a thumping heart

He really thought you were his dear Constanze. Oh, to hear her sing once again…

He's almost tempted to make you sing for him.

He's over his mistake, but he can't stop being reminded of Constanze when looking at you

He pushes you away more, being the true ice king he is

The thought of you and Constanze warms his heart, but he'd never admit that

Comte Saint Germain

Comte did not meet you on the first night

It was during breakfast when hell broke loose

Comte knew who you were and knew who you resembled

He kept it to himself, with the exception of Leonardo

He made his presence known, seeing you serve the other residents

"My Comtesse, just a cup of coffee."

This was one of the rare moments he slipped up. You and his Comtesse are so similar he mistakenly called you so

Theo choked on his pancakes and Arthur did a spit take with his coffee

The other residents looked at you, bewildered

"Theo, you should apologise to the Comtesse." Vincent says.

Theo gets up from his chair, bowing to you

The room was in chaos, the residents trying to give you their respect as the supposed lady of the house and you were trying to serve Comte his coffee

He leaves with his coffee, feeling sad about his Comtesse

With him barely being around the mansion, he avoids you so

He does give you the Comtesse's unused bedroom and jewellery

He has no qualms in pampering you and spoiling you with his wealth

Please… It's the only thing keeping him sane.

William Shakespeare

Out of all the boys, he's the most delusional

Comte had invited William back to the mansion for an important chat

You had been walking to the kitchen as you passed the main door

William entered, being greeting by Sebastian

Your eyes met as you looked at the new guest

He however, turned red seeing you

"Anne my muse…"

He wasted no time running up to you, lifting you up in his arms, with eminent tears in his eyes

"Anne, Anne… Oh Anne my love how I missed you!"

His tears flowed as he kissed you on the lips, his gestures and touches romantic in a way you'd never felt

He couldn't control himself, wanting to feel more of you

He broke the kiss, holding you up

"Sir Shakespeare, that is not your-"

William cut him off with a frown

"I am taking Anne to stay with me. Tell Comte that I will not return for his talk and I do not appreciate his secrecy of my Anne."

Sebastian had to call Napoleon and Jean to hold Will down from taking you

Despite the talks, he still thinks you're Anne

He tries to kidnap you on multiple occasions

If he ever succeeds in bringing you back, he will not hesitate to treat you like his wife

First on his priority was to rebuild the family he'd left behind

He doesn't mind this sin of his, after all he had gotten Anne pregnant before marriage

His yandere side only increases, being extremely delusional as he sees you as his beloved Anne

[justadarlinggirl]

How would the Ikevamp writing trio be with an s/o that is an author but kept it a secret because they didn't think they were on their(the vamp's) level??

Ok so for some reason I totally forgot about William Shakespeare and just sat there for wAY too long trying to remember who the third guy was, but thanks for the request bb! I had to resist making this into a full-fledged fanfiction, but I can if you want me to! ♡

Also, I feel like I don’t know Dazai well enough to write for him, so I didn’t do him, but if you want me to, I can search a bit and make one! Sorry~

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William Shakespeare: To say you were ecstatic to meet THE Willaim Shakespeare was an understatement. You could probably recite every act in Romeo and Juliet and most of the works you had done took inspiration from the intricate lives William had written. At first, he hadn’t disclosed his name to you, insisting you call him Daisuke (that’s the name of his voice actor ♡) Over time, you two had gotten close, and despite the lack of computers, you had continued your stories, writing chapter after chapter with no one to show them to. When he finally revealed himself as Shakespeare, the way he spoke finally made sense to you.

When you both made it official, he had moved into the mansion, specifically the room right next to you. As you two had gotten closer, he had begun staying over in your room more and more often. One day, he spotted a drawer left carelessly open. You had left to grab some food for the both of you, so he was alone with the countless amounts of paper, stack upon stack. When you came back, the tray in your hands clattered to the ground. He had somehow gotten through over half of the pages in the short time you were gone. Snatching the papers, your face heated up as you recklessly shoved them back into the drawer. 

“D-don’t look at those!” He tilted his head, reaching back for the drawer only to get his hand slapped away. 

“Why?” (I tried to do fancy talk but failed -_-) he asked, “I wanted to see what would happen next.”

“It...It’s not as good as yours.” Silence filled the room.

“What?”

“My writing...is so childish compared to yours. How could I possibly compare to you!” You said this, not with scorn or jealousy, but admiration and longing. You felt hands pat your head and slowly bring you into his chest. 

“Don’t say that, my love. Although our writing styles may differ, it does not make yours inferior. To be quite honest, I wish you would have shown your works to me before. They were lovely.” As you snuggled closer into his chest, you failed to hear the subtle opening and closing of a drawer and the shuffling of papers being gently placed into a certain writer’s bag.

Arthur Conan Doyle: Arthur had just left your room when you frantically began to write, ideas popping into your head left and right. Your hand began to cramp with the uncomfortableness of the quill, yet you persisted, continuously writing and completely unaware of the azure eyes amusingly watching you, tracing your figure.

All of a sudden, you heard two small knocks next to you. Spinning in your chair, your eyes searched for the culprit, e/c orbs landing on your smirking boyfriend. Your hands frantically cover the sheets but knew he wouldn’t give up easily. This was, after all, the all-too-observant Arthur. 

“What’s that Y/N? Are you keeping secrets~?” You flushed, trying to shove the papers away and desperately change the topic.

“Ahah...Arthur! What’re...um...what’re you doing back here?” He chuckled, coming towards you and wrapping his arms around you, subtly preventing you from grabbing the papers. 

“Well, beautiful, I forgot my coat and when I came back, I saw you vigorously scribbling something onto that parchment over there. Now, may I take a glance or will I have to pin you down first?” Hesitantly, you backed down, letting him pick up and read the papers. Thick tension filled the room as he read one page, then another, then another, and eventually he was simply reading at your desk while you overthought every single part of your very existence. 

Finally, he looked up at you, and, with pure panic laced throughout your voice, you began to ramble, 

“I-I know it’s not the best...I mean it’s nothing compared to you. Like, you’re this amazing author and I’m just a random fanfic writer, I mean you probably don’t even know about the pure amount of smut that I’ve written about you when you were just an otome game but I was never confident enough to post it and I barely even showed my works to anyone so this is really embarrassing and-”

You were cut off by your face being buried into Arthur’s chest. 

“Don’t you dare talk about my woman like that. Your works are amazing. I expect you to write more and I will gladly proofread for you darling. Never put yourself down. I love you and trust me, you are so much better than I am. At least you didn’t fail as a doctor and writer.”

This started a cuddle session involving both of you yelling at each other about how the other was better and boosting each other’s writings

A/N: It’s 5 am but ily and wanted to finish this just for my favorite (and only) requester! ♡

[cinnatwisted]

Noooo these are heartbreaking. Seconding the desire for a reincarnation au 😭

IkeVamp Boys + MC Similar to Their Wife

To put this in context, MC’s nationality does not change. Her facial structure and more importantly, her aura is what is similar to their past wives. By being around MC, they are reminded of their wife.

In addition, I have only included the IkeVamp Boys who historically have a wife. This excludes half of them. As for the boys who have more than one wife [Arthur, Napolean, Dazai], I have chosen the wife that by historical records, they loved the most.

@delicateikemenmemes I said I was gonna do it because I’m just that much of a madlad 

Napolean Bonaparte

He was on his way to dinner as he passed the door

The sound of the door made him look back on it

And… a woman appeared. No, it wasn’t just a woman. It was a woman in strange looking clothes… His gaze moved to your face-

“JOSEPHINE!”

He gathered you in his arms and kissed you fully on the lips, hugging you as if you were going to disappear

Oh how he missed you, if only he knew

His passionate kiss drew out his lonely emotions

You were never kissed in such a way, making you weak at your knees

He held you up as your strength left you, not wanting to let go of his beloved wife

You wanted to push away this foreign man who suddenly kissed you

“Napolean! Let go of her!”

He pulled away, holding you close as if you were his favourite childhood toy

Comte pulled on Napolean’s shoulder, seeing how you were in trouble

Napolean quickly grew annoyed, “Why can’t I embrace my wife Comte? Didn’t you bring her back?!”

“She’s not Josephine. Look at her properly.”

He did and horror filled his face. He just kissed a woman as if she were his wife

You were much more comforted seeing Comte, but you still had a wild blush with tears in your eyes

Comte brought you away, letting Sebastian consult Napolean

He avoided you that day

He was afraid that he might lose control around you again

You just… You reminded him of Josephine so much

Without a doubt, he had a wet dream about his beautiful wife

He certainly had his… desires riled up around you

Not wanting to scare you, he doesn’t get close to you physically

Arthur Conan Doyle

Sebastian had called everyone to a special dinner by Comte’s request

He sat next to Dazai, teasing Isaac about today’s events as he downs a bottle of Rouge

“Everyone, please welcome her to the mansion.”

He stopped for a moment, dropping the glass bottle

“Jean sweetie…”

He got up from his chair so fast that no one could act on what he was going to do

The chair crashed as he embraced you so gently

“Jean… You’ve finally came back to me…”

He kissed your forehead lovingly and touched you in a way a husband would

Your little squeaks of panic alerted him of the surrounding

“Arthur what are you doing?” Comte asked calmly. Comte knew what was up

“Did you not bring my wife back?” He said, holding your hand

“Don’t you remember your husband-”

As he turned to look at you, he could see his mistake

“I… I apologise.”

He left the dining room, clearly not acting like himself

Theo walked out to not so nicely slap Arthur back to your senses

“She… She’s so much like Jean-”

“Get yourself together you kl**tz*k! Think about why you accepted Comte in the first place.”

He became more civilised when he returned

He couldn’t sleep, drinking a ton of coffee throughout the night

He doesn’t become his flirty side and even tries to hide his flirty side from you

He feels as if he’s soiling his precious Jean with a dirty worthless man such as him

Arthur appreciates watching you from afar, as a person he would never touch

Dazai Osamu

You were being introduced to the Van Gogh brothers

Dazai was about to go through the window next to Vincent

Your tangled hair caught his attention

He stopped, deciding to change the window so he stood behind you

“Michiko…”

He went through the windows in his usual fashion

This time he hugged you from behind, letting out a sigh of sorrowful relief

His voice broke as he called out, “Michiko…”

“My precious wife.. You’ve come back to me…”

The single tear that trailed down his cheek warmed your face

He took in your scent, wrapping his arms around your

You let out cries of surprise at the man’s sudden hands around you

“Please let me go!”

Dazai woke to his senses, releasing you

He bowed to you in apology, leaving you alone

Only the next afternoon was when Sebastian found him in the gardens

Dazai made his intention to avoid you throughout the mansion

Michiko saved him once, but he’s unsure if you could save him again

Theodorus Van Gogh

You had entered the mansion in the dead of the night

Comte asked you to take rest then he’d introduce you to the residents

As you chatted with Comte and Sebastian, Vincent had walked out of his artist’s room and saw you

“Johanna?…”

He had to tell Theo that Comte brought Johanna back

Theo was out doing business at the time

The next morning, Vincent urgently went to Theo

“Theo, the new resident is Jo. I saw her…"

“Jo?…”

He figured out where you were from seeing Sebastian focus on breakfast. You might be in the garden…

And he saw you… among the sunflowers… His Johanna

He had tears in his eyes knowing he died, leaving you all alone. Oh why, did you chase after him?

He hugged you from behind, letting his waterworks flow.

“Jo, Johanna I’m so sorry my wife… Please forgive me. We can be happy together with Vincent just please forgive me for leaving you…”

The mumbling of Dutch startled you as you turned to meet the crying man in your arms.

“What are you saying?…”

This must be Theodorus Van Gogh, you thought to yourself

You smacked the larger man’s shoulder to make m=him come to his senses

“Sir are you alright?”

He let you go, realising you weren’t his wife

“You’re not Johanna?” He says in French

You shook your head. “I’m YN, the new maid.”

He excused himself, needing to cry out in his brother’s room

He treated you coldly afterwards, but in turn blamed himself more for leaving Johanna when he died

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

That morning he played his Grosse Messe in C Minor. He didn’t feel like composing, instead reminiscing his past compositions

He had heard of the new maid that came to the mansion. Huh, he doesn’t really care

The knock on his door stopped his playing. You entered with a bottle of Rouge, setting it on the table in the room

“Herr Mozart, your breakfast.”

He turned to you, wanting to retort your saying

He dropped the music sheets he was preparing

He stalked closer to you, bringing his arms across your waist

“Tell me if I’m dreaming.”

“It’s not a dream Herr Mozart! And-”

“And you should call me Wolf, my dear Constanze. Has my music summoned you here?”

Then it dawned on him.

“Did Comte bring you here?”

Still confused, you replied, “Yes but Herr- I mean, Wolf-”

“That man…” His grip on your waist grew tighter, his jealousy clearly seeping through. “How dare he touch my Constanze so carelessly…”

You realised what this is about and pushed his chest away from you

“I’m not a vampire and I am certainly not your wife!” You cried out, asking him to take a good look at you

He did, seeing how you and Constanze Maria shared the same aura

“Out. Get out.”

His cold demeanour drew you away, you shutting the door with a thumping heart

He really thought you were his dear Constanze. Oh, to hear her sing once again…

He’s almost tempted to make you sing for him.

He’s over his mistake, but he can’t stop being reminded of Constanze when looking at you

He pushes you away more, being the true ice king he is

The thought of you and Constanze warms his heart, but he’d never admit that

Comte Saint Germain

Comte did not meet you on the first night

It was during breakfast when hell broke loose

Comte knew who you were and knew who you resembled

He kept it to himself, with the exception of Leonardo

He made his presence known, seeing you serve the other residents

“My Comtesse, just a cup of coffee.”

This was one of the rare moments he slipped up. You and his Comtesse are so similar he mistakenly called you so

Theo choked on his pancakes and Arthur did a spit take with his coffee

The other residents looked at you, bewildered

“Theo, you should apologise to the Comtesse.” Vincent says.

Theo gets up from his chair, bowing to you

The room was in chaos, the residents trying to give you their respect as the supposed lady of the house and you were trying to serve Comte his coffee

He leaves with his coffee, feeling sad about his Comtesse

With him barely being around the mansion, he avoids you so

He does give you the Comtesse’s unused bedroom and jewellery

He has no qualms in pampering you and spoiling you with his wealth

Please… It’s the only thing keeping him sane.

William Shakespeare

Out of all the boys, he’s the most delusional

Comte had invited William back to the mansion for an important chat

You had been walking to the kitchen as you passed the main door

William entered, being greeting by Sebastian

Your eyes met as you looked at the new guest

He however, turned red seeing you

“Anne my muse…”

He wasted no time running up to you, lifting you up in his arms, with eminent tears in his eyes

“Anne, Anne… Oh Anne my love how I missed you!”

His tears flowed as he kissed you on the lips, his gestures and touches romantic in a way you’d never felt

He couldn’t control himself, wanting to feel more of you

He broke the kiss, holding you up

“Sir Shakespeare, that is not your-”

William cut him off with a frown

“I am taking Anne to stay with me. Tell Comte that I will not return for his talk and I do not appreciate his secrecy of my Anne.”

Sebastian had to call Napolean and Jean to hold Will down from taking you

Despite the talks, he still thinks you’re Anne

He tries to kidnap you on multiple occasions

If he ever succeeds in bringing you back, he will not hesitate to treat you like his wife

First on his priority was to rebuild the family he’d left behind

He doesn’t mind this sin of his, after all he had gotten Anne pregnant before marriage

His yandere side only increases, being extremely delusional as he sees you as his beloved Anne