#theo: well you're still just a hondje

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

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

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

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✨The Sunshine Syndrome

╰┈➤ 🎂 "Do you remember what you wished for, last night when you blew the candles?"

Sebastian x Reader; ft. all the mansion residents • rating: G • tags: Birthday Fluff; Humor; everyone being silly goofy • wordcount: 1,453 • masterlist

a/n: and again, HAPPY BIRTHDAY INKY!!!! 🎉🎉🎉@inkys-garden I was wondering what to tell you about Sebas celebrating your birthday, and it suddenly turned into fic plot so here we are :DD HOPE YOU LIKE ITTTT!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ❤❤❤

It's another beautiful day of your life in 19th century Paris, in the neat little mansion up the hill that you call a home, just you and your lover and your 8 housemates who are reincarnated vampires and your sugar daddy landlord whose wealth you all live off. A day like any other, it might seem, except, today is the day you were born. Well, the day you will be born, if you have to take the time travel into account… your suggestion to place a minus in front of your age on the cake this year was met with disapproval by your lover Sebastian. "We can do the same for your age!" You said, but Sebastian wasn't really interested.

Content and excited for the day to unfold, you've already put your cutest outfit on, made a little spin in front of the mirror and exited your room to head downstairs. Strangely, Sebastian didn't wake you up earlier this morning, despite your wish to come help him with chores like always. He must have let you get some more shut-eye because it's your special day. He really shouldn't have to!

Huh. It's strange, you can swear you're hearing a cheerful melody coming from the dining room. Speeding up your step that already had a bit of spring to it, your curiosity makes you push the doors open without a second thought.

"YOU CAN DANCEEE!"

"YOU CAN JIVE!"

"Having the time of your lifeee!"

Wait, what! Why is everyone here, spreading jam on toasts, smiling at each other, why is Mozart smiling at all, and why on earth are they singing Abba?! "Oh, you're awake! We've been all waiting for you!" Sebas suddenly notices you, giving you the softest smile while gesturing you to come closer.

"There's the birthday girl. Heh, had a good night's sleep, cara-mia?

Previously, you thought you did. Now you're wondering if you're STILL sleeping.

"I, uh, I guess so? I did sleep very well… I thought I'd be awake much earlier though! But that aside, what are you-"

Theo interrupts you, thrusting a plate with warm pancakes into your hands.

"Good morning, kuiken, this is for you, I left some pancakes for you. Happy Birthday. Sorry I wasn't around to wish you a Happy Birthday last night, I hope you had fun with the others."

"Oh! That's- Theo, please, I understand you're a busy man- wait, how did you call me?!"

"A baby chick. I figured hondje might be a bit too rude so I'm switching to kuiken. It suits you more."

H-Huuuh!

"Okay then, thank you for being so considerate! But still, what are you guys all doing here, singing and all?!"

Jean of all people speaks up, pulling out the chair next to him so you can take a seat. You do so with curiosity, seeing his sincere little smile.

"It happened spontaneously, mademoiselle. It seems like we all had the same sudden idea to have breakfast together for a change. I was a bit reluctant about joining, but Sebastian showed me how easy it is to make these toasts with jam. I think I should consider joining you around the table more often."

You're utterly moved by Jean's sudden change of heart, and his face is so angelic in this moment. You've been waiting for him to take this step for so long, and here he took a leap!

"Amazing, isn't he?" Dazai startles you by placing a hand on your shoulder from behind. "I want to seal this version of our Jean in one of my future writings. I feel like writing something happy and light for a change, I wonder why is that?"

You understand Dazai's sentiment, as surprising as it is to hear the last part of what he said. With a mood like this, it seems like everyone's in good spirits.

"They say an apple a day keeps the doctor away, yet here you are…" Isaac rolls his eyes at Arthur, holding up an apple in his hand as if to emphasize his point. Arthur blinks at him, not used to the physicist weaponizing the very same thing that has been used against him so often before. He feels inclined to ask, trying his best lighthearted but simultaneously teasing tone, without a real bite to it.

"You do understand that's just a saying, Isaac? It hasn't been scientifically proven."

Isaac smiles at him, shrugging his shoulders. "I was just joking."

You watch the exchange with the same bewilderment as everything else happening around you, and that's when the door opens again to reveal a yawning Napoleon. Oh, you didn't realize he was missing from the impromptu house meeting!

"'Morning. I don't remember the last time I slept so much…"

"Good Morning, Monsieur Napoleon! We all decided to let you sleep in for as long as you want to today. Your second life here is all about relaxing, after all. It seems like you've enjoyed it!"

"Oh, that's strange, last time I checked it wasn't my birthday today?" Napoleon smirks, running a hand through his unruly hair, and winks at you.

"Why did we stop singing? I need to remember the rhythm for my composition. Otherwise, I'll have to let you all in my music room later and… well, maybe if you agree to behave we can move our choir there actually." Mozart smiles behind his cup of tea, surprisingly considering the idea.

"Yay, I've been waiting for a chance to visit the music room!" Exclaims Vincent, just a tad louder than how he usually shows his joy.

Watching them all be so happy, to the point where even Comte cares little about keeping his chuckles in the usual gentlemanly tone and Leonardo barely bickers with him over it, you find yourself overwhelmed with the giddy feeling that fills the room. All you want to do right now is join in the good mood, enjoying this moment to the fullest, but you want one last grounding moment with Sebastian before you do that. So you pull him to the kitchen, away from the rowdy residents, and ask once again how did this happen.

"I taught them Dancing Queen because I thought it was fitting of the mood."

"I'm not asking about this!!"

Sebastian smiles at you, gently tucking your hair behind your ear.

"Do you remember what you wished for, last night when you blew the candles?"

The memory floods your mind at once, all confetti and the sound of several people singing you Happy Birthday. They quite literally bombarded you with wishes, compliments, telling you how big of a sunshine you are, how you're the most cheerful and bubbly person they know. In the heat of the moment, you said you wish they could all feel how happy you truly are in this moment. You wished it could stay like that forever; all smiles and fun and games.

You gasp.

"Am I… infectious?!"

"I'm afraid you are. Look around you. My dear, your sunshine syndrome could reach faraway kingdoms and melt the heart of any cold-blooded prince, turn the ruthless tiger into a playful little kitten. This is how you are."

"S-Sebas!! This could be very bad, what about-"

"Let's not think about the future. Things are amazing the way they are right now. We have to live in the moment."

"Sebas!!"

"You and I won't be doing any chores today. Or tomorrow for that matter. Or the day after. We should focus on enjoying life and partying."

"THE MANSION IS GOING TO CRUMBLE TO DUST!!"

***

"My dear, are you alright? Just what kind of dreams are you having? Why is the mansion going to crumble to dust?"

You wake up to Sebastian caressing your face, trying to shake off your dreams. Your…dreams?!

"Sebas… oh my god…"

"Was it a nightmare? It's over now." Sebastian leans down and places a kiss on your forehead, before standing to his feet. "You can lounge around for a little longer, but come to the kitchen when you're ready. It might be your birthday but we still have a long day ahead of us!"

You rub your closed eyes, still finding it hard not to mix dreams with reality. You're almost glad to see him so much… like himself, even if it means doing chores with him again. "Mm, I'll be there in fifteen minutes…"

"I'm supposed to keep this a secret, but… I want to be selfish and see your surprised and happy face while we're still alone. The residents all promised to come to breakfast today, and even help preparing it!"

You blink.

No.

This can't be.

"…Could we sing too?"

"Perhaps we can. If our masters are feeling up to it."

"YAAY!"

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Salai-Chapter 2

WELCOME TO SALAI'S ROUTE. This is a FAN MADE route of my oc, Salai. This means this route contains my headcanons for the characters and in no way is suppose to represent the canon story. This is just a fun little time because I know many of you enjoy Salai. Feel free to engage, talk theories, send asks (even to @ask-salai ).

DISCLAIMER: His route his not canon to his character. Also, all of his lore in not in the route for simplicity reasons plus please feel free to ask about him.

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Theo just had to call you hondje in front of strangers, he couldn't use your name out in public like a normal person.

You basically had to rip Theo away from Salai before he started asking so many questions and wanting to see more paintings.  You had been out long enough and once Theo starts talking about art he will never stop, especially with such a young artist.

Mitsuki: It was nice meeting you, Andrea!

You are pulling Theo’s arm to keep him walking. Salai waves to the two of them

Salai: Ciao.  Hopefully I will see you again soon, bella~

You swear he winked at you before he turned back to his canvas to keep painting.  You keep pulling Theo along for a few more feet.

Mitsuki: Why don’t you tell me what you had to go run off and get?

Theo: Just a little something for later

He finally started walking on his own.  You both took a carriage back to the mansion, making small talk to make the ride go faster.

~~

Back at the mansion you and Theo go right to the kitchen. You are putting your groceries away and Theo passes his mysterious bag over to Sebastian. You are still trying to figure out what it could be.

Not long after Theo leaves, Dazai enters.

Sebastian: Dazai-san is going to help with dinner tonight, so you can take the rest of the day off.

Mitsuki: Dazai is cooking? Will there be a kitchen left after tonight?

Dazai: no worries, Toshiko-chan. I don't want to face Sebastian-kun's punishment for ruining something

That forehead flick was one of the worst punishments you could get in the mansion. There was one day you had gotten a red mark in the middle of your forehead from how many flicks you had gotten.

Mitsuki: well…if you say you can handle it.

It was odd for Dazai to help with making dinner. He has made food for himself before, making tofu just the way he likes it. As you leave the kitchen and walk down the hall to your room you get lost in your thoughts.

Of course Sebastian was anticipating for you to leave, but did he not want you there? Did he not like having you as a co-worker?

Leonardo: watch out, Cara Mia.

You were two steps away from bumping into Leonardo. You were so lost in your head you hadn't noticed anything else.

Mitsuki: my bad

You quickly step to the side so that the two of you can keep walking

Leonardo: Why not tell me what is on your mind?

Leonardo starts following you down the hall. You can't tell him how you are really feeling. He will get even more worried.

Mitsuki: Oh it's nothing to worry about.

Leonardo: if you're worried about it then it only feels right for me to be worried too.

Leonardo has been so nice to you this past month. Always making sure you're smiling and not getting lost in your thoughts like you are now. Bumping into him is either the best thing to happen or the worst.

Leonardo: talk to me while I get some things done.

He takes you to his room. The room where you can't even see the floor. Piles of books and papers and tools and maps and well everything. You sit on his bed while he sits on the floor beside the crowded table in the middle of the room, working on what seems to be a watch.

Mitsuki: What is that?

Leonardo: Arthur's pocket watch. Considering the technology of this is two decades ahead of our time you would think he would take better care of it.

That's right. Arthur came back in time when he made his contract with Le Comte. Many of the things he and Dazai have are from the future.

Leonardo: Now what's on your mind, Cara Mia.

He tinkers with the watch, taking out pieces and putting them back in.

You are quiet for a moment. Should you be truthful?

Mitsuki: Don't get me wrong I love everyone here, and I'm thankful for everything everyone has done for me, but I was looking forward to going home and going back to my life.

You look around the room and look at all the things from different time periods.

Mitsuki: You didn't go through the door.. but do you ever want to be back in the Renaissance?

Leonardo chuckles. He's thought about this before, especially when not everyone knew he was a pureblood.

Leonardo: Not using that door is definitely a blessing. You get to adapt at the same flow everyone else is. Other than a handful of the residents, everyone was overwhelmed when they first got here. Since I lived through the changes I don't think I could go back and live without some things.

Mitsuki: I'm always hearing Arthur complain about how he needs to wait ten or more years for something to come out.

Just the other day Arthur was complaining about how awful current typewriters are and how he can't believe he ever used to use them.

Leonardo: But to really answer your question, I don't miss it. I miss the people, but there's nothing from the Renaissance that I can't do now. 

~~

You and Leonardo talk for some time and next thing you know it’s dark out.  You almost completely forgot about dinner.  What could Sebastian and Dazai possibly be making?  As if Leonardo knew what you were thinking he stood up.

Leonardo: Let’s go make sure Sebastian hasn’t banished Dazai from the kitchen.

You laugh and get off of his bed.  You’ve almost been banished from the kitchen before, poor Dazai probably has a red bump on his forehead by now.

You walk with Leonardo right past the kitchen and into the dining hall.  You are so used to helping make dinner and serving it that it feels weird going straight into the dining hall.

When you walk in everything is all set up and everyone is in there waiting for you.

Leonardo: Surprise, cara mia

He pushes you to the group knowing that you would stand there frozen otherwise.

Mitsuki: Wha…what is going on here?

Mozart: What does it look like?  We put together a party for you.

Napoleon: No need to be so blunt.

Isaac: We have noticed that you’ve been down these last few days, so we wanted something to cheer you up

You felt your heart start to swell up.  Then Dazai came over and grabbed you to have you look at what was on the table.  You hadn’t even paid attention to what was actually there.

Dazai: Sebastian-kun and I made what we are hoping are your favorites.  Shogayaki, tonkatsu, okonomiyaki

Sebastian: Miso, udon, gyoza and a few other things.  The octopus was not easy to find for the takoyaki.

Isaac: There’s what…

You know how hard it is to find the right ingredients for some of these foods.  You have tried before when you first came.  You were talking to some of the guys about the food and said you would try to make it for them, but you either couldn’t find the right ingredients or they were very expensive.  Le Comte must have let Sebastian spend whatever he needed on food.

Mitsuki: Guys..this…

You were choking up and could feel your eyes start to water. 

Theo: No crying allowed tonight, hondje

~~

Everyone is sitting at the table.  Comte and Leonardo brought out wine from the cellar and passed it around the table.

Dazai: Come here Ai-kun~  I want you to try this.

Isaac: I’m not eating that Dazai!

Dazai is holding out a takoyaki ball in front of Isaac, who is trying to push his hand away.  Isaac is struggling enough with the fact Dazai is making him eat the udon with chopsticks.

Mozart: How am I supposed to use these to eat noodles?

Sebastian: Let me show you

Sebastian has a big smile on his face as he is trying to show Mozart and Jean how to hold the chopsticks.  Jean just decided he is going to stab the tonkatsu.  Vincent is with Theo and Napoleon trying to show them.  Dazai taught him a while ago how to use them.  You would have never guessed but Vincent loves Japanese culture and is constantly asking the three of you things about your home country.

Leonardo: Just because you are head of the house doesn’t mean you get a pass, Comte

Leonardo is using the chopsticks and grabbing the food like a pro.  But you would expect nothing less from him.

Comte let out a sigh followed by a chuckle.

Comte: You’re right.  I’ve never been too good at using these.

He picked them up and Leonardo helped him with his finger placement.  As long as Comte didn’t set them down he could work them fine, he just couldn’t get them placed in his fingers correctly.

Arthur: Mitsuki I need help~

Mitsuki: I saw you using them fine just a moment ago!

You have your plate filled with food.  You have been craving this everyday.  You were already away from home when you got here, so it's been much longer than a month since you had real Japanese food.  Well, this couldn’t really be called real Japanese food, but it was the closest you were getting.

Dazai: Uh oh.  Looks like Ai-kun grabbed my glass of sake.

Napoleon: I think Mozart got them switched too.

Arthur: Let me try the sake!

After a while of eating and explaining and reexplaining what everything is to everyone Sebastian bought out a cake.  Turns out that’s what Theo had stopped to grab earlier today.  They trusted him the most with finding the best sweets,

Sebastian: Sorry, we didn’t have enough time to make dinner and desserts.  I hope cake will do.

Mitsuki: knowing Theo picked it out it’s got to be the best in the city

Mozart: please don’t tell me we have to eat the cake with chopsticks too

~~

You think it’s almost midnight.  Almost everyone has gone back to their room to go to sleep.  You ended up drinking just a little more than you should and were stumbling back to your room.  But it was a great night.  You get to your room and close the door behind you and fall onto your bed, face down.  After a moment you roll over and look up at the ceiling, thinking back to everyone tonight.  It doesn’t get much better than having everyone accounted for at dinner time.  They really did all of that for you to help you feel better.  Sebastian and Dazai put in so much work, you’re going to have to figure out how to repay them somehow.  But for now it's time for bed.  You don’t even bother getting fully changed.  You kick your skirt off and toss your bra to the floor and stay in just your shirt.  Now you hope you don’t have a hangover in the morning.

~~~

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Galileo Galilei Main Story

This is simply a fan translation and is not intended as a replacement for the game.

This is a rough translation, so expect several inaccuracies and mistakes.

I still vaguely remember the beautiful eyes I saw when I was a child.

The screech of the brakes pierced the air as a massive hunk of steel blocked my view.

Closing my eyes in fear just as the truck, several times my height, came hurtling towards me, I felt a slight impact and a warm sensation on my body.

???: "Are you okay?"

???: "Ah, I finally..."

The soft voice I heard in my dreams woke me up, and as I opened my eyes, the bright light pouring in through the window told me it was morning already.

Even as I got up from the bed, my consciousness still seemed to drift into a hazy half-dream state.

(I feel like I had a nostalgic dream.)

(That was definitely from when I was little.)

As I started to mull over it, I suddenly realized it was time for me to start getting ready for the morning. I hurriedly fixed myself up and dashed out of the room.

When I arrived at the dining room, Sebastian was just about to bring the freshly made pancakes.

Mitsuki: "Good morning. Sorry for being late, Sebastian."

Sebastian: "Morning, Mitsuki. As your punishment for being late, you won't be having breakfast."

Mitsuki: "What?"

Sebastian: "Just kidding. You must have been busy and tired yesterday, so I'll let it slide."

Sebastian: "I'll prepare your breakfast now."

Mitsuki: "Thank you!"

As Sebastian and I exchanged words, someone at the nearby table, who was reading the newspaper, chuckled.

Theo: "You should thank Sebas for being generous, hondje."

Vincent: "Theo, you're being mean again. Good morning, Mitsuki."

Mitsuki: "Morning, Vincent and Theo. You're also up early today, Isaac."

Isaac: "I have a busy schedule, so I figured I'd head to university ahead of time to get ready. How about you sit down as well?"

Isaac pulled out the chair next to him.

As I smiled at the beginning of another peaceful morning at the mansion, I heard a knock on the window.

Dazai: "Could someone let me in, please?"

Dazai was peering into the dining room from outside the window.

Mitsuki: "Huh? Dazai-san, you usually come in without asking."

Isaac: "I locked the window. He's annoying when he intrudes."

Isaac said calmly, and I couldn't help but chuckle.

Even though Isaac locked Dazai out, he was clearly enjoying it.

Dazai: "Haha, is this your doing, Isaac-kun?"

Dazai: "But I know it's just your other way of saying you want more of my attention. So cute."

Isaac: "No, don't interpret it that way!"

Chuckling softly, I approached the window and unlocked it.

Mitsuki: "Good morning, Dazai-san. You should use the front door properly. Whoa."

As soon as I opened the window, a gust of wind blew in, making me stagger, but Theo, who was closest to me, supported me.

Theo: "Be careful, hondje."

Mitsuki: "Thank you, Theo."

Dazai: "Toshiko-san, did you hit your forehead on something?"

Mitsuki: "Huh?"

Dazai: "I saw what looked like a scar when your hair fluttered just now. I thought you might have bumped into something."

Dazai, who climbed through the window, pointed to my forehead.

Theo then lifted my bangs gently.

Theo: "Let me see. Yeah, there's a scar on the right side of your forehead. But it doesn't seem recent. An old scar, maybe?"

Mitsuki: "Oh, yeah. Actually, it's from when..."

I was about to speak, but the scene from the dream I had this morning flashed through my mind.

(Oh, right. That dream was about when I got this scar.)

Mitsuki: "I was in a car accident when I was little."

Mitsuki: "I almost got hit by a car, but a stranger shielded and saved me."

Mitsuki: "It wasn't a major accident, but I got a small cut on my forehead. This scar is a reminder of that time."

Vincent: "I see. Having a scar on your face must have been tough."

Mitsuki: "I don't mind. It's not noticeable when I let my hair down."

Dazai: "Yeah, we didn't even notice until now."

The continuation of the dream brought back distant emotions from the past, warming my heart.

Mitsuki: "I'm really grateful to the person who helped me. It's thanks to him that I'm here."

Mitsuki: "Risking one's own safety to help someone in need is not something everyone can do."

Mitsuki: "That's why, since then, I've made it a point to help others if they're in trouble."

Mitsuki: "I don't remember the person's face very well, but I feel like they had beautiful, captivating eyes.

(Come to think of it, I think I gave them something as a thank you, but I can't remember what it was.)

I dove into the sea of memories for just a few moments.

Comte: "Maybe that's where your kindness came from. It's a lovely memory."

Mitsuki: "Comte! Good morning!"

Comte: "Morning, Mitsuki."

Comte came to the dining room and returned the greeting with elegance.

However, he immediately wore a somewhat troubled smile.

Comte: "Mitsuki, could you come to my room later, after work? I have something to discuss."

(Discuss?)

That afternoon, I visited Comte's room, where Vlad was also present.

The topic of conversation was about the doors in the mansion and Vlad's ancient castle.

Comte: "I've been checking the condition of the door every month, but it's still not stable on the other side."

Vlad: "The door in my old castle is the same."

Comte: "The space-time continuum fluctuates between abnormal and normal."

Comte: "The hallway sometimes appears, but beyond that, it's occasionally distorted. I don't think we can send you to your original world."

Mitsuki: "I see."

Vlad: "I'm sorry, Mitsuki. Perhaps the cause of the anomaly lies with us."

Mitsuki: "What do you mean?"

Vlad: "That corridor connects to all eras. If that space is distorted, that means there are distortions in history and the world."

Comte and Vlad created the doors to make this world a better place, resurrecting individuals with extraordinary talents as vampires who became residents of the mansion and the old castle.

Vlad spoke about how the fact that great individuals began to live eternally might be influencing the history of the world and warping space and time.

(Everyone's existence affects history.)

Vlad: "Creating that door has caused repercussions, leading to our current situation."

Comte: "Mitsuki, I'm really sorry that I can't send you back to your original world."

I hurriedly spoke up, seeing the distressed expressions on both of their faces.

Mitsuki: "No, I'm grateful that you're looking into it. And please, don't apologize too much."

Mitsuki: "For me, this 19th century is my other home now."

Mitsuki: "I've met everyone in the mansion and Vlad because of that door."

Mitsuki: "Thinking about it that way, it's like a miraculous fate."

(So please don't worry too much about me.)

Vlad: "Mitsuki."

Comte: "Thank you for saying that, Mitsuki."

As I nodded, Comte and Vlad smiled with relief.

After hearing their stories, I walked through the streets, lost in thought.

(I've been living in the 19th century since the time slip.)

(This world and everyone I've met here became important to me.)

What I conveyed to Comte and Vlad were undoubtedly my true feelings.

However, it's not like I don't have any attachment to my original world; I still worry about the family and friends I left behind.

(Unless that door gets fixed, I can't return to the 21st century.)

(There's nothing I can do about it.)

Feeling helpless, I stopped and looked up at the sky, where the crescent moon was floating faintly.

(The moon is always there in the sky, regardless of the era.)

I felt like we were all connected under the same sky.

I placed my hand on my chest and gently closed my eyes.

(At least, I'll pray from this world.)

(I hope my loved ones are happy.)

Strongly wishing in my heart, I opened my eyes again and sighed.

(I got a bit sentimental, didn't I? Maybe I should take a little walk before heading back.)

As I walked the streets as my mood took me, I found myself wandering the outskirts of town.

(I've never been around here before. It'd be troublesome if I got lost. Maybe I should start heading back soon.)

Just as I was about to turn back, a gentle breeze passed by, and a delightful fragrance tickled my nose.

(What's that? I think I smelled something nice for a moment just now.)

(Is there a flower blooming somewhere?)

I scanned the surroundings, but I couldn't spot any flowers.

Still intrigued by the unfamiliar scent, I followed my curiosity deeper into the alleyways.

Soon after, I found a building standing quietly in a deserted place.

Mitsuki: "Wow."

I approached the building, drawn by the fragrance, and saw a flower garden.

The blooming flowers, all shining brightly in pure white, were enveloped in a vibrant fragrance.

(Is this a garden? So, these flowers are the source of the scent.)

(I wonder what kind of flowers these are. They don't look like lilies.)

(I've never seen them before.)

The area where the flowers were blooming seemed to have originally been a part of the building, with walls and ceilings crumbling in places.

As a result, sunlight pours in from above, giving the space an aura reminiscent of a sacred ritual site.

Guided by curiosity, I stepped inside, and suddenly—

A vivid red, like a pool of blood, suddenly filled my field of vision, and in that instant, my heart skipped a beat.

Mitsuki: "----!"

I suddenly felt dizzy.

(What's happening all of a sudden?)

(My head feels dizzy.)

Though there was no pain, my vision shook, so I lightly pressed my hand to my head.

When I lifted my head and looked again, I saw a man facing the red-stained spot.

(Someone's there.)

At that moment, I stepped on a leaf, and the man slowly turned around.

(Blood?)

(No, that's not it. Those are flowers.)

Flowers were blooming between his lips.

Fresh crimson flowers, dripping like blood.

(He's eating the flowers.)

His silver-white hair and his amethyst eyes captured me, but...

Man with purple eyes: ".........."

(His vacant eyes seem to reflect nothing—not the flowers, not me, nothing.)

I might have seen something I shouldn't have, yet I couldn't look away from the fleeting beauty of the scene.

At that moment, fate began to move.

I still don't know the endless sorrow reflected in his amethyst eyes, but I will find the truth about him.

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[eventinelysplayground]

How Old?

Well today is everyone's favorite playboy author's birthday so Happy Birthday Arthur! Here's just a short little fic for it as I had a lot on my plate this week. Pure fluff WC approx 570.

It was a typical morning at the mansion as a few of the residents sat around eating breakfast.

“Are you looking forward to next week Arthur?”

Vincent's cheerful voice broke the quiet that had settled over the table.

“Why of course, I can't wait to see what Mitsuki has up her sleeve this year.”

Mitsuki smiled briefly at Arthur before her brows knitted together.

“I've never asked before but, how does that really work anyways?”

“How does what work?”

It was Napoleon's voice drifting towards them as he entered the dining room.

“It's not important luv.”

Mitsuki frowned at Arthur's dismissal, her brows knitting together even more in concentration.

“Don't make Hondje think so hard in the morning, it's not good for her.”

“Hey!”

“Theo be nice. I'm not really sure, I've never thought about it before.”

“Thought about what?”

“Mitsuki was wondering how birthdays work for us now.”

“It's really not that important, Leon old chap.”

“Well Mitsuki thinks it is and honestly now I'm curious too.”

Vincent flashed Arthur one of his angelic smiles but there was clearly mischief in his eyes. Napoleon looked puzzled and Mitsuki continued with her thought.

“I mean a birthday celebration and the thoughts and feelings behind it are the same no matter what but…how do you figure out how old you are now?”

“Ya, just how old are you now?”

Theo leaned back in his chair as he folded his arms across his chest and smirked at Arthur.

“Still younger than you lot.”

“I don't think that's right.”

“It’s not, if we add on to your age from before you're over 8-”

“Didn't you say you wanted to go to that popular bakery this morning luv, we really should get going.”

Arthur glared at Theo and Napoleon while desperately trying to change the subject.

“Well if you don't like that, we could always just start counting from when you were revived.”

Vincent's way sounded better on paper but…

“That would put you around what-”

Arthur coughed loudly interrupting Napoleon.

“I don't ever want to be quite that young again.”

“Well I don't see another option, sorry Arthur.”

Vincent looked repentant but he truly wasn't, at times like this it made Arthur wonder which brother was truly the devilish one.

“Actually there is a third option.”

The group startled at Isaacs sudden contribution, they had all assumed he was off in his own little world not having acknowledged any of them until now.

“What would that be Isaac?”

Isaac looked up at Napoleon and sighed.

“Just use the age he's supposed to be.”

“Huh?”

Mitsuki wasn't the only one to voice her confusion.

“Well Arthur was still alive at this time right, so just use whatever age he would have been this year.”

“How old would you have been Ar-”

“43.”

Theo and Vincent's voices overlapped each other. Arthur was pouting now as he slumped in his chair.

“Well given my other choices I suppose this way isn't that bad.”

Mitsuki leaned over and kissed Arthur on the cheek.

“I think it's a good age, but honestly I'd love you just as much no matter what age you were.”

“It really wouldn't matter if I was an old man?”

Mitsuki shook her head.

“No, you're still you no matter how old you are.”

Arthur's smile was back as he pulled Mitsuki in for another kiss.

[not-krys]

Rating: Teen and Up Pairing: Vincent van Gogh x Abigail Clarke (OC) Summary: Abby anxiously waits for Vincent to come home during a storm. Notes: Original Character, OC x Canon, implied route end spoilers but nothing specific, fluff, pregnancy, lightly suggestive towards the end, implied semi-nudity, wearing your man's shirt like you own it, little bits of Dutch, not beta-read. WC: 1,649

My entry for @aquagirl1978's creator challenge 'A Series of Firsts' using the prompt 'First Child' along with a prompt from my own 100 Theme's Challenge 'In the Storm.'

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Abby stood by the window, watching nervously as the rain fell in buckets to the ground below. She curled her fingers in front of her mouth, trying to stop herself from pacing.

She shouldn't have told Vincent about wanting some strawberries. She should have looked out at the weather. She should have stopped Vincent from going out, that she would have been fine going without.

Yet, he still insisted with a gentle tap on her belly.

"Just like your Oom Theo, I see." he had said with a smile.

Now, she was trying not to pace in front of the window waiting for him. He had already been gone half an hour by the time she heard the first crack of thunder. Had he been caught outside in the storm? She hoped not. Yet, it was coming up on the hour and Vincent still hadn't returned. She was worried. He hadn't taken his phone with him as he thought he wasn't going to be gone long enough to need it.

Stepping in front of the window, Abby caught her reflection in the glass, the raindrops quickly sliding down and breaking up her image. She ran her hand down her front, the journey down longer than it used to be. It had been a stormy day like today when she had first told Vincent that she was expecting, she remembered. She had been so scared and nervous then, wondering how Vincent would react, if they were even ready to be parents when they could barely afford to live in their current apartment. There was barely even any room for the crib they had bought second hand next to their bed.

She took a breath to calm herself, gazing at her reflection in the rain-soaked window with her twenty-week belly benignly stretching her shirt.

"You're being silly, Abigail," she said aloud. "Vincent will be home soon. He's probably waiting under an awning for the storm to lighten up. O-or in a shop, maybe. O-or maybe stopped somewhere to sketch something, even in the storm."

She chuckled softly.

"Yes, that does sound like something he would do. No need for all these butterflies in your tummy. He's perfectly fine."

Looking down as she lifted her long shirt, she rubbed her belly.

"Sorry that your mama is so nervous. Must not be much fun for you, sharing space with such a worrisome mama, nervous butterflies and all that."

She sat in a nearby chair, continuing her little massage.

"You've grown so much already, haven't you, little guy?" She smiled. "I can't wait to see what you look like. If you've got your papa's eyes… his nose… O-or maybe you'll take after your Oom Theo instead? Oh, Oom means uncle in Dutch! That's the language your papa speaks and I'm learning it with you as your papa teaches me. A-and your Oom Theo is your papa's little brother. I-I mean his younger brother, he's certainly not little like you are right now."

She looked over at the side table, a small assortment of photos arranged with a framed sonogram picture in the middle.

"He might have acted mean …a lot of the time, always teasing me and calling me hondje, but I know Theo would've loved to meet you. All of the mansion residents would have, I think. You would've had so many uncles looking after you."

The rain pattered against the glass, softer now.

"My family? Sorry, I don't talk about them much. Well… I'm sure that my auntie would love to meet you too. Maybe pinch your cheeks. She did that to me a lot when I was younger. I haven't seen her in a long time, not since I ...came back."

She started to laugh again, but the sound drifted off. Her voice turned somber, hands curling around her belly.

"Your papa and I don't have much," she said, "and I wish we could provide more for you, but I hope that, more than anything, you’ll know that you are very, very much loved."

She looked out at the window again, the room turning quiet once more.

Then, she heard the door opening and heard a few distantly muttered Dutch words. She was on her feet before she knew it and raced towards the door, seeing Vincent soaked from head to toe, his blond locks heavy with rain. He brightened up when he saw her.

"I'm home, schatje." He said warmly.

"Vincent!" Abby said, taking his face into her hands. "You were caught in the storm, weren't you? I'm so sorry."

"It's alright. The green grocer and I got to talking, so I didn't notice how long it had been. He gave me some advice about helping you out since he and his wife have four children already, expecting a fifth one soon."

"F-five children?"

"Yes, five. That's how many siblings I had, actually."

"It.. It sounds like a lot."

"Maybe we can ask him about playdates once our little one is old enough. Their youngest would be around the same age as ours."

"Next time we see him, w-we'll ask him about it." Abby said, brushing back his wet hair. "But you need to dry off first. You're still soaking wet."

"Ahaha, yes." He set his bag in the kitchen, peeling off his wet shirt. He then smiled as he noticed something. "Did you start the laundry before I left?"

Abby's back was turned, looking for some towels for Vincent.

"I started to, but then it started raining, so nothing is dry at the moment."

"So, no clean clothes?" Vincent walked up to her.

"Nothing dry, anyway. I had to hang them in the bathroom so they could-" Abby then realized what she said. "Oh no, there's nothing for you to wear!"

Vincent laughed.

"Well, there was one shirt I could wear, but..." He trailed off.

"But?"

He tugged at her shirt, the hem just a little too long for her, even with her belly noticeable under the fabric.

"You're wearing my last clean shirt."

Abby flushed pink in realization. Vincent chuckled happily as he turned her around.

"Next trip out," he said, still tugging at the shirt hem. "We'll get some more shirts like mine for you to wear, since you like wearing them so much."

"J-just for doing laundry! I can still wear my regular clothes!"

"And around the apartment. And when you sleep sometimes."

"Vincent!"

"I don't mind at all," he laughed. "I think you look cute in my shirts."

Vincent pulled in closer, the scent of the rain enveloping her as his hand pressed on her belly.

"I missed you two, when I was out."

Abby smiled, holding his hand in place despite the damp spot it was creating.

"We missed you too. And I was worried.. when I heard the thunder start."

He leaned in and kissed her, droplets sliding onto her face and tickling her.

"Sorry for worrying you. It's not good to let you fret so much, schatje, especially with all these butterflies in your tummy."

"I know but I can't-" she paused, putting Vincent's hand back where it was. "You… you can feel this too? I-I thought it was just me being anxious but…"

"Abby?"

"M-maybe it's not me, but I've… I've felt this when I started talking to him earlier, t-to calm myself and-!"

Both of their eyes widened, having felt the same thing.

"He kicked…" Abby said.

"Our baby's kicking." Vincent echoed her.

"Our baby…" Abby repeated, looking up at Vincent.

He enveloped her in a tight hug, a squeak escaping her.

"Vincent! Now your last shirt is wet too!"

"Ahaha, sorry, just… our son is kicking! Kicking!"

"He is.." Abby said with a smile, not caring anymore that she's wet too. "He's kicking, Vincent."

He kissed her again, harder this time, his clammy hands rubbing over her.

"Vi-Vincent…"

"Oh, I did get my last shirt wet, didn't I?"

His chilled hands slipped under her shirt, making her jump as he pressed into her warm skin.

"You're so cold!"

"And you’re very warm, schatje."

He lifted the fabric higher, pulling it over and off of her, revealing her fully to him.

"Y-you should still get dried off first…"

"If I can keep touching you, you can dry me off. Our son is kicking, I don't want to miss this."

His cold hands pressed on her bare belly again, making her jump and shiver.

"But, I need to get you a towel…"

"Use my shirt."

"Vincent-"

He touched her again, his normally gentle blue eyes darker with need.

"Please."

Abby sighed and started to rub his hair with his shirt, humming as she got into her task. 

Soon, Vincent’s hands warmed up as he looked at her, glowing with happiness. The rain had stopped outside, a little rainbow breaking through the dark clouds, illuminating the couple with warm sunlight through the window. Once Abby was done drying his hair, Vincent laid his head on her shoulder, looking down at her semi-bared form.

“Thank you,” he said quietly. “Do you still feel him kicking?”

“He’s calmed down, I think. Maybe he tired himself out?”

“Maybe.” He ran his fingers down her belly one last time, stopping when he felt it rumbling.

Abby flushed red and looked away.

“I… remembered that you’d brought home the strawberries I wanted.”

Vincent laughed and kissed her cheek.

“Well, now you both can have some strawberries, to get your strengths back up.”

“But, neither of us are wearing shirts. Nor do we have anything clean or dry to wear.”

“Easier clean up, schatje.”

“J-just be sure that the door’s locked. I don’t want the neighbors to see us like this.”

“Ja.”

Abby’s face was still red as Vincent pulled away, noting that his pants were still wet as he walked away, but felt redder at the thought of bringing it up and stayed silent with a sigh.

[solomons-poison]

Neighbor!Theo

A/N: I completely forgot I had wanted to include some Ikemen Series characters into my neighbor!AU series... I hope this isn't too OOC for Theo. I was gonna write him a little mean but just couldn't do it, he's a secret softie. Been in my drafts forever whoops. Enjoy 💙

Warnings: spicy but not explicit, GN reader, classic bully Theo initially, jealous Theo hehe

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Neighbor!Theo that, you're fairly certain, hates your guts. Not that he ever said so in so many words, and you're not sure what you could have done to cause this. But his permanent scowl when you pass him in the hall and the way he doesn't give you the time of day certainly gives you that impression. So the first time he does talk to you, you're so flabbergasted about it you can't even comprehend what he asked, earning you a "Oi, hondje!" and leaving you utterly mortified.

Neighbor!Theo that thinks you're stupid after that whole fiasco — at least, thats what you've convinced yourself. So you do your best to avoid him to prevent any more embarrassing scenes, even turning to go back down the hall when he's coming from the other direction, practically running from him. In your flustered state and rush to get away, you miss the way his eyebrows furrow and lips tug down into a frown as he watches your escape, wondering what he's done to scare you that badly.

Neighbor!Theo that awkwardly stands at your doorstep now, having a silent debate with himself about how to approach you, wondering why you run from him all the time. He doesn't hate you, in fact he thinks you're pretty cute. He knows he has the social skills of a wild boar and an award-winning resting bitch face, but he hasn't been that bad... has he? When you finally answer your door, he's too distracted by finally seeing your face up close to say anything at first, leaving you to freeze up like a cornered rabbit until he finally breaks the ice and you both explain yourselves.

Neighbor!Theo that can't help but feel bad about the poor (or lack of) communication. So once everything was straightened out and it was made clear that he doesn't hate you, although he does think you're a bit of a fool (affectionate), he invites you to his brother Vincent's gallery opening to start the relationship fresh. Desperate to move on and give a better impression, you agree and he comes to your door to pick you up on the set date.

Neighbor!Theo that can't help but enjoy your reactions to the art he shows you. Not everyone can have an eye for art, but the way your face lights up and your gaze gets wistful gives him hope, and it reminds him of his younger years seeing Vincent's art. He keeps it in mind to take you to art museums for future dates, provided he hasn't scared you off before then. The gallery is also where you share your first kiss.

Neighbor!Theo that slightly regrets introducing you to his brother after he discovers how well you two get along. Not that he doesn't want his brother to have more friends, and he doesn't mind sharing friends with Vincent either. But if there's anyone he can't say no to, it's Vincent. And while he usually considers himself a confident man, he can't help but feel some jealousy creep up on him at the thought of you liking Vincent as more than a friend.

Neighbor!Theo that tries to ignore the growing jealousy, but just can't help it as he watches you and Vincent quickly grow to be close friends. He's never been able to say no to his brother, and if being with you is what makes Vincent happy, he's ready to deal with whatever happens. However, unbeknownst to him, you've gone to Vincent for help with getting closer to Theo instead, turning him into an accidental wingman.

Neighbor!Theo that finally confronts you about your secret meetings with his brother. Not that he thinks you or his brother are capable of going behind his back, but he still worries regardless. The relief is practically palpable when you come clean, quickly followed by pink cheeks and flustered look as he realizes his feelings are being returned.

Neighbor!Theo that seems grumpy for the rest of the night, but his relief and happiness are all evident in the series of kisses he gives you afterwards. But don't be fooled or think you're off the hook as his kisses get more passionate by the second, eager to show you the true brunt of his feelings finally.

Neighbor!Theo that makes sure to spend the entire night engraving him and his love into your mind and moreso your body, giving you all the pleasure you can handle and more to make sure he’s the only thing that occupies your mind. Despite his rough demeanor, his love shows in every way so you never have to doubt how he cares for you.

This turned into more of a sectioned fic than headcanons but 🤷‍♀️ I love my mean sweethearts, I had to give Theo some love ❤️ Comments and reblogs appreciated!

[shookspearewrites]

A Little Fall of Rain, Theodorus x MC

Good evening my ducklings! Unfortunately there's no #shookspearefatherhood tonight but, in it's place I wrote this piece; It's based on this song from Les Misérables and its very angsty and sad and I cried so hard when I was writing.

@loptyrs, @alby-rei and @ladycremecaramel asked to be tagged ^^

Warning: Contains the use of a gun as well as character death. Do not read if you could potentially be uncomfortable with such content.

- JJ x

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Theodorus van Gogh:

The gunshot rang out through the French countryside, the sound echoing off of the steep cliffsides surrounding the clearing and mingling with the ongoing shower of rain.

"Merde," Gaugin hissed, his eyes widening as he witnessed thick crimson blood began to seep from the lady's chest and onto her pristine white blouse. He hadn't intended to shoot her but, the woman had pushed Theodorus van Gogh, his target, out of the line of fire. The culprit holding the smoking gun hesitated slightly, his breath caught in his throat before he bolted away, running out of sight and into the woods.

Theodorus' scream was pained, agonising to the ears as he rushed to catch MC before she fell to the floor, "MC," his throat was hoarse and dry as he knelt down, cradling his lover tightly against his chest, "Shit, shit, shit!" He shrugged off his coat and cloaked it around MC's weakened body and one of his large hands pressed against the ugly bullet wound just above her breast, "Hold on, hondje, damn it, hold on!"

"Shush, Theo," MC's voice was quiet as she shuddered, rapidly bleeding out despite Theo's desperate attempt to stood the blood flow. One of her hands rested upon her lover's own which hid her wound, comfortingly running the pad of her thumb across the back of his hand, "Its okay," her breath was laboured as she attempted to speak clearly, "I'm o-okay, Theo..."

"You're dying, you're not okay!" His bright blue eyes darkened, filling with tears that began to fall onto MC's pretty hair from where his chin rested on top of her head. Theo grunted in pain, his heart aching in his chest as his eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for le Comte or Leonardo or anyone who could help at all, "Don't close your eyes, okay? Don't you dare let go, MC,"

"T-Theo," she spluttered, pale and weak and minutes from death, "L-look at m-me." Reluctantly, her lover looked down at her, his chest tight as their eyes met, "J-just hold me... p-please..."

Theodorus nodded slowly, pulling his beloved closer into his embrace and carefully stroking her dampened hair away from her face, "I-I've got you, schatje. I've got you."

MC chuckled softly, groaning in pain as her laughter only made her wound seem more painful, "I-it took being shot f-for you to b-be so tender to me..." her eyes were glassy, tearful and growing more vacant by the second. Her vision was blurring but, MC could still see Theo and only him, his handsome face stained with heartbreak, "The pain is w-worth it," she whispered, struggling to keep her eyes open, "I'd s-suffer anything f-for your love."

"I'm so sorry," he whimpered, pressing kisses to her trembling lips, desperately hoping that his love would heal her, "I've been such a coward, MC." Theo cradled her cheek in his warm hand, his thumb brushing away her slowly falling tears, "I-I love you so much... I have since I first saw you. God," he confessed, gathering some of her pretty hair in his hand, "Your hair's all wet, liefje."

The lady closed her eyes, using the last of her strength to nuzzle against her lover's chest, "The r-rain can't hurt m-me, Theo..." MC shuddered as Theo's arms tightened around her, "P-please kiss me."

"I-if it'll take your pain away," the vampire mumbled, kissing MC's lips tenderly, as sweetly as he could manage, "I'd do anything to take your pain for you." Theo continued to place soft kisses all across his beloved's cheeks and on her lips, "Don't go yet, p-please don't let go."

"I l-love you, Theo..." MC mumbled against his lips, her eyelids closing again and concealing her dim, dulled irises which were once so full of life and light. Theo felt MC's body become heavy and limp in his arms, her pulse stilling and her breath now silenced, the only sound left being the pounding of rain on the ground around them.

"Let's get you home, M-MC," Theodorus shivered, his voice barely a whisper as he stood, holding MC's lifeless body securely in his arms, as lovingly and carefully as he could manage. The walk back towards the mansion through the woodland was agonizingly long. When the rain began to fall harder, relentless in it's downpour, Theodorus wrapped his coat and scarf snugly around MC's corpse, his lower lip quivering as she lay in his arms, looking like she was finally at peace as he held her. "Don't worry, liefje... we'll be home soon. A-and I promise you'll be safe."

[nafeary]

Napoleon, Theo, Dazai, and Jean reacting to College Student!MC Stressed by Deadlines

Requested by @hqissodelicate:

hey toni boo, sara/delicateikemenmemes here ❤ i've been Going Through It with school 😔 so i was thinking of how my boos napoleon, theo, dazai & jean would react to MC who's a (stressed, exhausted) student who got yeeted to the mansion in the midst of a bunch of deadlines? thank you boo & i hope you're drinking your water 💙😤

✧✎ A/N: I’m sorry it took me this long to finish... but this was super fun to write and it helped me get back into writing after such a long break due to school bs. I’m not too satisfied with Dazai’a and the haphazard scenario/headcanons mush, but I still quite like this I think. Thank you for the request dear! Take care and drink water, everyone!

Warnings: Stress and mild mentions of anxiety, and like one mention of sexual intercourse

Napoleon Bonaparte

“You’re just a chore, after all.”

You whirled around. “Don’t act like your job is going to be that hard,” you could only scoff in annoyance, “I’m going to be inside my room all day, anyway.”

At first, Napoleon was slightly confused by your statement. Wouldn’t you want to explore this new world at all? But according to code, he’d just smirk and go (sleep) do smth

And true to your statement, you did stay inside your room for the most part

It’s not like your quadrillion essays would write themselves

It’s not like your college would just excuse your tardiness

It’s not like—

“Nunuche, you sure you don’t need a break from... whatever you’re doing?”

Napoleon was quite suddenly standing besides you, trying to read the mess that you’ve created.

“And who gave you permission to enter?”

“Me, obviously. I did have the impression that you were in danger, judging from the amount of curses I perceived.”

You could have died from embarrassment. Of course he had to hear your yells of frustration, stemming from the fact that your laptop was out of order, that you had no idea how to use ink properly, and—

“Have you realised that you regularly zone out?”

“I suppose? But if you wouldn’t mind, I really need to finish...” you trailed off, gesturing to the papers in front of you.

However, at his inquisitive gaze, you decided to explain that these were essays that could very well decide how you’d pass university, and, upon further inquiry, elaborated how a modern student’s life looked like

He never interrupted you unnecessarily, only to ask questions when a concept was too modern for him to comprehend

Your cursed assignments certainly made your life in the past harder to enjoy, but it also brought you and the emperor closer than ever

Unable to access the internet—or visit the college library—you had no proper sources for you references (considering that Comte’s library had no modern content, naturally)

You also didn’t want to bother Sebastian, especially since him and Comte had shown so much understanding for your peril that they practically forbid you from helping him out around the mansion

Their reasoning didn’t make you feel less bad though

Hence, you only had one option left that could complete your last essay

Which oh-so conveniently encompasses the Napoleonic Wars, something you truly did not want to burden him with

“Napoleon? Remember those essays that I have to finish for my university courses?”

“Of course.”

You were twiddling your thumbs, contemplating whether your grades are worth revisiting unpleasant memories, aka the taboo of the mansion

Abruptly, he grabbed your cheeks with just enough force to turn you away from looking at your feet, but not enough to inflict pain. “If there is anything I can help you with, I’d never shy away from it.”

Begrudgingly, you inquired him about his reign with as little focus on the gruesome details as possible your professor be damned

And holy shit, he’s amazing at writing? And Not just cringey love letters? Panty Sniffer Napoleon brrrrr

As you grew closer, he’s spoil you with vitamin-rich snacks (going as far as asking Arthur and Sebastian for medical advice)

He enjoys carving cute shapes out of fruits and eggs because he knows that their and his adorable presence will prompt the perfect amount of distraction to allow a small moment of rest

Says that it’s his duty as your guard and boyfriend to take care of your overworking habits

Expect frequent complaints from your beau, ranging from “how could they assign so many essays? Aren’t students just humans, too?” to “‘Reasons Why Edison Is Better Than Newton’? Do they even know what they’re talking about? Tch!”

Theodorus Van Gogh

You gleefully indulged in his charades for the first few days. They were a welcome distraction from your college work, after all

But the procrastination was accompanied by guilt, your anxiety building up every second you spent helping Sebastian with the chores, and gallivanting around town with Theo

A week passed before your sense of responsibility finally kicked in. So when Sebas came to wake you up just as the sun peaked past the horizon, you were already scribbling away on some sheets you’d found in your drawers

“Ah, good morning, Sebastian-san.”

“Good morning... what are you writing, if I may ask?”

“Just some essays for my college courses...” you said, glancing dejectedly at your notes.

Now that you didn’t have access to the internet, and your laptop’s battery was all used up, it made your work all the more tedious, but you had to set your teeth and do this.

“Give me 10 minutes, and I’ll join you in the kitchen.”

He had wanted to argue, but you didn’t let him. And when he saw you leaving the house with Theo later in the afternoon, he could only shake his head.

You felt like you owed the art dealer, especially since you blurted out his secret the literal next moment, so you committed to helping him while also keeping up with your work

Although, him calling you dog wasn’t nice either—even though, according to Sebas’ explanation, Hondje wasn’t exactly the equivalent to mutt

That cycle continued for days. Helping out around the mansion, getting pulled around by Theo, and writing your essays deep into the night

Not to mention all the worries that pressured your shoulders further and further into the ground

You were missing so many group project deadlines, disappointing people that relied on you... it was safe to say that sleep did not come easy, if barely

Just before you arrived at your room after a late night art exhibit did your body decide to fail you, tripping over nothing multiple times.

It prompted Theo to call you out before you could even think of rushing past the door, steadying you with a hand more gentle than you had ever experienced it to be.

“Sebas informed me that you’ve been working yourself to death.”

You silently cursed the butler. “I haven’t—“

“Give me your laptop.”

Perplexion ran across your mien, wondering how he could possibly have remembered such a modern detail from your countless rambles. “It’s batt— it doesn’t work right now, so it’s not like it would stop me from working.”

Arguing with the devil was a mistake.

He snaked his arms around you, holding the door handle in place with one hand while the other still kept you upright. “I don’t care whether you work or not, I’m not your mother. And regardless of its abilities, hand it over, knabbletje.”

What other choice did you have but to comply?

He ordered—yes, ordered—you to go to bed right that instant

If you hesistanly ask him to do the same (we all know what a hard worker he is), he’ll just press a guileless kiss to your forehand, telling you not to worry about him

The next morning, you were already worrying for your baby’s safety within the sadist’s hands when the devil invited himself into your room

“Ever heard of knocking?”

“Morning to you, too, Hondje.” He sent you an overly handsome smirk, handing you the laptop tucked underneath his arms. “You won’t be able to use that spider web Sebas told me about, but writing should work.”

You stared at Theo in disbelief, all the while internally laughing at him misinterpreting the World Wide Web. Deciding to trust in him, you clicked the power button. And sure enough, it sprang to life. “What... how in the world did you...”

Leo overheard you and Sebas talking about solar energy sometime… hush, just run with it

He fell into the seat next to you, propping his chin upon his fist. “I didn’t do anything. Just asked Sebas whether there was a way for you to use this. Leonardo took notice and tinkered around with it. Don’t ask—ah!”

You threw your arms around his shoulders, pressing your face into the crook of his neck. “Thank you for taking care of me, Theo.”

Would you have lifted your face, then you’d have caught a glimpse of the vermillion shading his cheeks. “I didn’t do it to help you. I simply can’t risk having you become a liability at work. That’s all.”

Anyway, tsundere tendencies aside, you know what another big factor of dating Theo is?

King if you’re not allergic, understandably, if so, he’ll change his clothes before even thinking of visiting you

On days that you decide to be especially stubborn, he pulls you outside, all the whilst whistling for the jolly golden retriever

And as soon as he comes running, your mind goes brrrrr cute dog

Although, he’ll try his best not to distract you from work. He knows from personal experience that it’s a much bigger annoyance than help

Thus, he’ll certainly use his connections and amiable rip Shakes relationships with the residents to help you out with the research process

Also, with his superior memory, he knows what generally makes you happy and relaxed, so he’ll be his usual observant self to decipher just what would help you perfectly relax/finish your work

Hardworking boi, please love him

Dazai Osamu

Dazai is the type of person that doesn’t mind upsetting people and risking someone’s disdain if it supports that person in the long run

And he’s able to read people like books, so it shouldn’t be surprising that he knows you’re overwhelmed before you even realize it

You’ve been going to sleep too late and waking up too early? He’ll gently force you (if you’re 100% against it, he won’t do it ofc) to sleep beside him, making sure that you won’t rise with the sun for once

You’ve been exposing your wrist to heavy sprain? He’ll teach you some handy-dandy 5 Min Crafts techniques that are guaranteed to send your hands on a vacation

You've been suffering from writer’s block? Time to go on a lovely stroll through nature with your boo

Your shoulders and neck are hurting beyond sanity? He swears by hot springs, so the thermae is his go-to for when you need to relive some muscle kinks

He never fails to procure the perfect amount of bubbles and temperature. And depending on how comfortable you are with it, he’ll offer to wash your hair.

And since dude got Disney princess hands, you most probably fall asleep, but our man is there to hold you above the water

His bare thighs are an added bonus, sending your mind into spirals faaaar away from college work

After you’re done bathing, he’ll ask you whether you’d like him to braid your hair (if it’s long enough), and his Disney princess hands will not disappoint

In the beginning, it was incredibly vexing to have a security cam in the form of a handsome man always on the qui vive

But at some point, you started embracing Dazai’s overwhelmingly passive—you knew exactly what he was doing whenever he’d do something random—protectiveness

Especially since it didn’t only help you complete your work; on the contrary, you were always excited to spend time with the Japanese writer

But that didn’t curb your confusion at the whole debacle. Why was he this focused on your well-being?

So, you decided to confront him

“Dazai?” Once again, you were relaxing in his arms, his fingers threading through your hair lulling you into a dreamlike state.

He ticked his head to the side, pulling your entwined hands closer towards his heart. The sun streamed into the run at just the right angle, yet the golden light was not as bright as his vivid citrine orbs.

You sighed, unable to look at his stupid handsome face for too long. ”Why is it that you insist on taking care of me?”

“Someone has to, Toshiko-san.”

You’d have blurted out your feelings if it wasn’t for the sudden embrace you found yourself in. As guileless as it appeared, you knew he was trying to stop you from acting on your thoughts.

Deciding that you didn’t want to pressure him further (after all, you knew that he had a hellish first life), you accepted the unclarity of his feelings—even though his actions spoke loud enough for you to understand.

It was that day that you decided to repay him for all he’s done for you

And you wouldn’t let him yeet himself through a window in an attempt to evade the love sent his way this time

Even if it took decades, you wanted him to feel just as safe and loved as you did in his company

You were glad to have such a caring man by your side who helps you with managing you self care

You could only hope that he’d allow himself to be treated the same way

Please just take our love, boo. We love you

Jean d’Arc

Well fuck, how could he possibly help someone who’s stressed when he himself is a 24/7 McDonalds that only sells Chicken McStress?

Anywho, I feel like he’d be the complete opposite of Dazai when confronted with a stressed MC

He’d care just as much, of course, but he thinks that it would be better to give her space, since he himself understands the desire for solitude well

So yeah, I can see him not going out of his way to check up on you if you weren’t super duper close friends/lovers IF it wasn’t for his friend Napoleon

After all, it was him who gave your boyfriend a lil talk, convincing him that, perhaps even if someone needs space, they probably still need someone to look after them

Living with Jean is basically Ted Talks everyday

Anyway, he embarked on his journey to hopefully help you and and to relieve some stress that was wearing you down (according to the statement of several residents)

And, finding himself halting abruptly, our pessimistic little bean realised that he’s got zero idea what did help you attain bliss

So he opted for the next best option—things he knew that made his friends relax

Plan A

Hearing a few oddly reluctant raps on your door, you went to open it. As soon as you did, the beautiful man who’d captured your heart entered your vision, your eyes finding his amethyst ones immediately.

You two stayed like that for a moments, only breaking eye contact when he sighed and simultaneously thrusted a mug into your hand, already in the process striding back to his own room.

“Uhm… Jean? I’m a bit busy right now, but would you like to come in?”

His eyebrows furrowed. “Don’t you find it inappropriate for a man to enter your room, mademoiselle?”

“Jean,” you giggled at his archaic mindset, gently rubbing your thumb between his brows to even out the crease. “We’ve had sex before, you know. Of course you ca—“

Wrong thing to say. He stormed past you, vermillion cheeks practically leaving a trail.

Chuckling to yourself, you turned to the mug’s contents. “Hm? Hot chocolate?”

Plan B:

“If this doesn’t harbor your discomfort…” Your boyfriend reluctantly stood in your room’s corner, standing straighter than a rod.

Frankly, your essays have kept you entirely too busy, and you longed for the warmth of the French man’s feather-like embrace.

“On the contrary, I enjoy your presence.” And you went right back to scribbling away.

Jean frowned. “Haven’t you been writing stories since this morning?”

“They’re not stories… and, yeah? I believe so.”

Stepping towards your seated form, he extended his hand; you grabbed it without thinking twice. “Is everything alrig—whoa!”

With the ease of a seasoned soldier, he picked you up before haphazardly tugging you into bed with bewilderment maring your features. “You should sleep.”

“—what?”

He stared at you blankly, as if expecting you to fall into the land of dreams right that instant.

“Did something prompt,” you slipped your arms out from underneath the duvets, gesturing wildly, “this?”

It was hard to be upset with Jean, his clueless but genuine persona the reason why you fell for him, yet you couldn’t disguise the irritation coursing through your veins—you had work to return to, after all.

“I think you need to rest, mademoiselle.”

Your blinking made him avert his eyes, explaining quietly, “I am uncertain what supports your release of tension, so I thought that perhaps sleeping could help since it certainly does show affect with Napoleon.”

“Ah, and you made me hot chocolate since that’s what calms Mozart.”

After internally simping for his soft and wholesome dumbass energy, you pulled him to bed beside you, claiming that it would help you relax (but only after telling him that it was okay for him to ask for your preferences)

And falling asleep to the heartbeat underneath his broad chest is definitely a 5-star-resort vacation

He’d eventually ask his relationship advisor Napoleon whether it is okay to have you help them out with his reading/writing lessons (you

You, alongside Napoleon, steadily agreed, despite knowing that it was a ploy to keep you away from overworking

Please also love this boy, thanks

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Patched Up

Just some Theo fluff.

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It's was a beautiful day outside the mansion. It's was finally warm after a chilly winter and the last of the snow had finally melted.

It was the perfect day to be playing out in the sunshine. So, Theo had taken the day off to take his son out to play.

Thei had taken his eyes off Espen for a second. Popping into the mansion to grab a snack for the boy. When he came back, he heard him crying.

"Espen!" The lesser vampire rushed to the child. He found him over by the rose bushes, clutching his favorite toy with tears streaming down his little face. "What's wrong, little chap? What happened?"

"P- Paint h-as a boo-boo." Espen hiccupped as he lifted up his beloved toy: a colorful patch-work rabbit. There was a huge tear in its arm.

Theo let out an internal sigh of relief. He was glad Espen wasn't physically hurt, but there was still the matter of the rip. "Here, let me take a look." Theo kneeled down gently took the rabbit from the boy. Carefully examining the damage.

"Can you fix him?" Espen asked, teary-eyed.

Theo placed a reassuring hand on his son's head. "It's not my area of expertise, but I know how can patch him up. Come on," He scooped his son and the injured bunny up in his arms and started walking towards the mansion. "Let's go find Mama."

You were in the middle of airing out the salon when the sound of your name caught your attention. You turned around to see your husband carrying Espen, whose eyes are still red from crying.

"What happened?!" You feared the worst as you rushed over to your son. "Paint has a boo-boo." Theo explained as Espen lifted up his toy to show you.

"Ah. I see." You take a look at the wounded arm. "Can you fix him, Mama?" Espen asked, looking at you hopefully from his father's arms.

You smile at your son and wipe away some of the stray tears still on his face. "You bet I can. Wait right here with Papa and the patient and I'll be right back."

You quickly leave the room to got and grab your sewing kit. You come back to find Theo sitting with Espen in his lap, and Espen gently cradling Paint.

"Alright, let me take a look at our patient." You said as you sat down beside you boys.

Espen offered you his toy.

After you picked out a color of thread to match the torn patch and are threading the needle, Espen asked a question.

"Will it hurt?"

"Nah," you reassured him. "It'll be quick and painless."

You're true to your word. Making quick, small stitches until the fabric was sown back together. "There we go." You announced. For a finishing touch, you gently kissed the bunny's boo-boo. "All better."

"Yay! Paint!" Espen happily hugged his stuffed toy. "Thank you, mama!" He happily threw his arms around you before running somewhere.

Theo chuckled at the sight. You're smiling too.

You then placed a quick peck on Theo's cheek. "What was that for, Hondje?"

"It looked like you had a little boo-boo right there." You replied, placing a finger on your own cheek. "Yeah? Well, you have some too."

Pulling you into his arms, Theo starts peppering your face with kisses. "Wah! Theo!"

___________

Thanks for reading. I hope you all enjoyed!

Stay Safe

[writer-akihiko]

How would the ikevamp boys react to an mc who isn’t very good at English since she never left her country before and when she does, she has a thick accent that makes it difficult for people to understand? (And can we make her nationality neutral?) like for example when they approach her she’s like, ‘sorry i can not speak English!’ And crossing her arms in an x motion? Thanks!

IkeVamp Boys + Accented!MC

It took me awhile to formulate my answer because I've never had trouble when speaking with accents. However, I have The Miss (my girlfriend) to analyse since she has a very cute accent when speaking English. I do have trouble understanding her at times, but I just find it really cute. It doesn't trouble me at all.

Sorry if any readers were thrown off by my previous IkeVamp headcanon. I just made MC Japanese because I followed the canon of the game.

Napoleon Bonaparte

With some scrutiny, he could identify what you were asking about

At times, he would ask you to speak slowly

He found your voice really cute trying to speak English

He couldn't deny that you knew a lot of English

It's just your accent is quite odd

He would find ways to help you so that he could understand you

Eventually, he gets good at interpreting what you say since your English vocabulary is quite good

Jean sometimes asks him what you're saying

"Nunuche, it's pronounced this way."

You bet he's a giggling general when you repeat after him

If you were fluent in French, you'd be smooth sailing with Napoleon

Isaac Newton

In all honesty, Isaac has the most difficulty understanding you

This made you approach Isaac less

You were afraid he would tease you

He'd never Arthur and Dazai tease him enough-

But since his primary language is English, he tries to help you out as best as he can

He does get a little jealous that you are much more fluent in other languages (Dutch, French, Japanese, etc.)

He wants to know what you're saying too

You too can never hold a proper conversation

It results you writing in your notepad

"T-Tease you?! Never!"

Shy Isaac makes the ultimate resolution to help you with English

No way he'd let Arthur

Arthur Conan Doyle

Oh dearie me, Sir Arthur has met his match

What do I mean? Well with a heavy accent, Arthur can't understand you

You yourself aren't that fluent in English in Arthur's standards

Comte told you to stay away from Arthur

Every time Arthur goes near you, you put your hands up in an X

 And yell "No!"

Or "Bad touch!"

This of course gains the attention of the other residents

So when you yell, it's always Arthur

He finds it a little irritating

He... just wants to get to know you

Your confused face is so kissable to him after all

Dazai Osamu

Toshiko-san can't speak English well?

"Well neither can I!"

You surprisingly get along with Dazai the most since you both weren't fluent

"I have an idea Toshiko-san..."

Oh poor poor Isaac is being tortured

Whatever Isaac taught you is being un-taught by Dazai

"The National Erection..."

"YN it's election-" - Isaac

"Dazai told me that saying both means the same thing..."

"Isn't that right Apple-kun?" - Dazai

Cue Isaac screaming

It's a known fact that Dazai is the only one that can understand you

You were trying to talk the Sebastian

"Toshiko-san is saying help her tie her apron, Sebastian." - He says in Japanese

Theodorus Van Gogh

Oh this man is gonna tease you

"Hondje, what are you yapping about?"

One time he took it too far

How he regrets it

He took a joke about downgrading your accent

You slammed your tray down

"I can still understand you! I'm not an idiot!"

This time he heard it loud and clear

You had tears in your eyes

It didn't help that this was during breakfast

And all of them came for breakfast (exception to Will)

The silence as everyone stared at him was deadly

Not as deadly as what Vincent told him

"Apologise to her Theodorus."

"Broerー"

"Now, Theo."

He does, finding out that Isaac and Comte were helping you

You... looked cute as you wiped your tears

The apology wasn't the only thing he was red from

Vincent Van Gogh

He is very understanding

When he'd not understand you, he'd ask you to write in the book

He actually gave you that empty book

Next to some random phrases you'd say, he'd invite you to doodle and draw with him

"What language are you fluent with YN?"

He's asking because he wants to learn it

He picked up a few phrases and talk to you

"You have a heavy accent in my language."

"We're in the same boat then. There's nothing to be ashamed of."

You'd turn red

"Thank you Vincent," You'd say in English

"You're welcome YN," He'd reply in your language

Leonardo Da Vinci

You'd mostly use your book in front of Leo

It didn't bother him

Okay maybe it did

He's a little envious that you'd speak so freely with the others even if they didn't understand you

Why didn't you talk to him Fragnolina?

He didn't push it though

Until one day you visited his room to clean it

He put your book aside amongst his very very messy books

"Ah, what is Sebastian making for dinner?"

You stopped working and went to get your book

Where was it?

"What's the problem cara mia? Just tell me?"

This man pushed you up against the wall, waiting to hear your voice

Once you opened that mouth of yours, he couldn't help hold you closer

Oh, he may not understand you but he was being serenaded by an angel

In turn for listening to your adorable English, he might be very handsy with his Italian~

Jean D'Arc

Jean watched you from the shadows and observed that you had trouble communicating with other residents

He has decided to be a knight of the shadows for you

Whenever you were in a pinch, he'd get you out

Especially when Sebastian put you on shopping duty

He'd follow you through the town

When a shopkeeper couldn't understand, he'd step in to explain what you wanted

Those were the only times you'd see Jean

Besides that he doesn't talk to you

You apologised for causing trouble for him

He found no need for you to apologise

Every time he'd walk you back, you made effort to have a conversation with him

Quiet talks like this made him understand you more

He almost drew his blade at Theo when he made you cry

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Mozart, as a master of many languages, slightly understood your difficulty

When he was learning these languages he struggled too. He's a pianist, not a linguist after all

He could still make out certain parts of your English since he's communicated with people similar before

That doesn't stop his irritation though

He's not irritated at your accent

He's irritated that you're not willing to speak to him since he corrects you and is strict with you

He doesn't want to make it out as the bad guy

He… just teases at certain times

Because your confused face sometimes is too cute!

Sebastian/Akihiko Satou

Honestly he relates

Learning English for him was hard

He was kinda upset that you knew more English than him

He rubs it in that he can speak better

You two banter over it

He still understands you. He doesn't mind your accent

He treats you quite normally

However he was thrown off when you carried a notebook around

Most of your conversations were verbal after all

He was so upset with himself when he spilled Comte's tea on your book

Comte Saint Germain

Comte doesn't let your accent bother you

After all, he could always speak your mother tongue

For mysterious reasons

However he gets concerned when you go out

Jean may secretly follow you but Comte shops with you

He likes to pay for you after all

He's not around much but when he sees the other residents poke fun at you, eHEM tHEO eHEM aRTHUR he gets upset

The Comte glare is on

The said residents would wish they died

This also includes any of his other lordly friends

He's secretly happy that his lordly friends dislike you accent

He can keep you to himself

Just because you had an accent doesn't mean your voice is horrible

It’s angelic to Comte

You and your lovely voice as his little songbird

William Shakespeare

Well this is awkward

William can't understand you because of your accent

While you can't understand Will because seriously who can understand Will

He had to admit your voice was lovely to him

Even if you were cursing him, he'd be happy to hear you

You followed Vincent to his house

And oh dear oh my, what an enchanting muse you were

"Stay longer."

The first sentence you ever understood from him and you were taken aback

You were wary of Will and used your notebook to communicate

When you were alone Will tried to get rid of your book

He's only interested in your voice after all

He'd give you a script to read

Your knowledge of English is quite good after all

He trust your edits to his scripts

But oh, for you to speak to him before he sleeps

It would be utter bliss to look at your face and hear your voice

Again if he knew what a voice recorder was, he'd record every syllable that spills from your lips

[xxsycamore]

𝙏𝙤 𝙂𝙚𝙩 𝙍𝙞𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚

↬ When period cramps are not enough, so you gotta have a headache too... and Theo's fingers happen to know exactly how to deal with those.

Theodorus van Gogh x reader • rating: G • tags: Menstruation; Period Cramps; headache; Massage; Fluff • wordcount:  800 • masterlist

a/n: Another fic for the series! If you happen to suffer from cramps and you want your favorite ikevamp suitor comforting you in their own unique way, I have for you: Napoleon, Comte, Mozart 💕(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 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.

***

The thud of the door opening makes you snap out of it, as you peek behind the pillow to see who walked in.

"You lazing around, Hondje?"

Oh. Great.

"Hmhp."

Theo catches the throw pillow before it can come in contact with his face, thus knocking off his fedora. He takes a better look at you, seeing that you're more than just a little agitated.

"Is something the matter?"

Soon you start to regret getting rid of the fluffy barrier between you and Theo, and with nowhere to hide, you slowly rise to a sitting position.

"I had cramps. But I think they grew into a headache instead, so there's that…"

Theo hums in approval, leaving your side just to quickly grab the book he came here for, seemingly in a hurry but not so much as to leave you in that state. He joins your side in shortly.

"Can I do something for your headache?"

"For starters, take off that ugly hat…"

Theo sighs, complying anyway. "Only if you promise it eases your headache."

"Mhm!" You beam at him, albeit with a certain difficulty through the pain, watching him place the gray striped hat on the table. Then Theo goes behind the couch, for some reason.

"Rest your back and relax."

A little curious, you do as told… Theo's fingers are a little cold when they brush locks of hair behind your ears, the left one and then the right, and you struggle to stay still. Then his fingers return to your temples, and remain there, gently pressing.

Even if you forget to relax properly as per his command, it's inevitable at some point. Up till now, you haven't paid much attention to Theo's hands, much less his fingers - and even though you can't grasp them with your vision now, there's a lot to note by touch alone. The way they massage into the skin of your temples, you're able to feel how calloused they are, a result of days after days of hard work at the gallery… images blur and move as if on a film reel behind your closed eyelids: Theo moving large canvases around, Theo shaking hands with clients, Theo taking a step back and clapping his hands together, ready for the next exhibition…

"You have experience with headaches, huh, Theo…"

Theo snorts a short laugh, thumbs continuing to work the aching nerves at the sides of your forehead.

"You learn to take care of it one way or another." Noting your relaxed brows and overall posture lacking its prior tense, Theo strokes your hair back once and then takes his hands off you. "Here you go."

"Wow, it actually worked, so fast at that! Thank you, Theo."

Theo smirks at you, retrieving his hat and aiming for the door.

"I'm going to town again. Do you need something for your period?"

The question gets you off guard; Theo is very considerable today. Kind, even.

"I don't think so, but thank you either way!" You fluff up the little pillow and return it on its place on the couch. The energy in your movements surprises you, and it seems that the cramps have mellowed down along with the headache. You ought to thank Theo more.

"Wait, Theo? I was actually going to do the groceries next. Mind if I come in town with you?"

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Kinktober Day 22

AND WE'RE BACK FOR A FOURTH TIME. It's that lovely time of the year where I write mediocre smut with no plot for a whole month. So sit your ass down and take a few minutes to read some smut.

As always, kinktober is held by our local Napoleon simp, @xxsycamore

If you'd like to read the last three years, go here

Remember to reblog and tell me what you think

Breeding | Petplay

"Hondje!"

~~

"Don't you ever stop barking?"

~~

"Go on. Speak."

~~

"Do you need to use the bathroom or something? Here's yesterday's newspaper."

~~

"What? Do you need a leash to go outside?"

"Rather than just talking, why don't you show me that you mean it," you huff in Theo's face. Getting as close to him as you can.

Ever since you got there he keeps talking to you like you're a dog. If he's going to keep yapping about it he might as well bring it to life.

Theo is looking down at you in surprise. But then the look on his face quickly changes. He smirks at you and before you can tell what's happening, his hand is around your neck as you stand in the hallway.

He's not choking you, just keeping a firm grip on you so that you can't back away.

"You should have said something sooner, klein hondje. I'll gladly treat you like a straathond," his voice gets lower and his face gets close to yours.

"If you really want to be collared I have an extra one in my room."

You can feel yourself starting to get flustered. But he's still only talking, he's not showing you anything yet.

"I don't believe you," you glare at him. You think he's just going to let you go and laugh. But no.

Theo does let you go, but only to pick you up, throwing you over his shoulder.

"Hey!"

"Don't tell me all you do is bark."

He carries you back to his room and shuts the door behind him. He throws you down on his bed, not caring about setting you down gently.

By the time you sit up Theo is standing in front of you with a collar in his hand.

"Why do you even have one laying around?" That honestly is the more concerning question around here.

"It's just a spare that I have for King," he leans down, closer to being face to face with you. "Lift up your pretty hair for me."

You cross your arms in front of you. "What makes you think I'm going to listen to-ahh!"

Theo pushes you back on the bed and gets on top of you, straddling your lap.

"You're not a very obedient hondje. If I have to move your hair it's not going to be gentle. So I'll ask again. Lift up your hair."

Might as well make you down as scared and horny. You reach under your head and pull your hair out of the way of your neck.

"Good girl."

He slides one end of the collar under your neck, and closes it in the front. He slips a finger underneath to make sure it's not on you too tight.

"Perfect. Now I need to get you tags."

The devilish grin on his face brings you back to what is going on and makes you pout

"I am not your-"

The air is drawn from your lungs as he hooks a finger through the d-ring on the collar and tugging on it so you have to sit up.

"I need to make sure you'll be returned in case you ever get lost."

The tightness around your neck makes you moan. As much as you don't want to, you can't help it.

"I should definitely keep you on a leash so you don't run off."

"D-don't tell em you have a-another spare?" An extra leash would make it seem like he definitely had this prepared.

"No. But it's not hard to get one. You'd just have to be a good girl and wait on my bed for me."

"That wouldn't happen."

"So you're saying I need to get a kennel too for when I leave."

That gets you quiet. Theo tugs the collar more, making you gasp. You are propped up on your hands as best as you can.

"Seems like you want that. You really are a hondje."

Not being able to take it any more, you grab the collar of his shirt and close the gap between you two for a kiss.

The two of you fall back. He immediately kisses you back and lets you go so that he can get his coat on the floor.

Quickly you both start losing clothes until you're both naked on his bed. The only thing left on you is the collar.

You move further into the bed so you weren't right on the edge. He follows you so that when you stop he spreads your legs immediately.

His tip presses against your throbbing hole. He opens you up just by sliding his tip in at first. Just that little bit gets you to moan.

He leans down, wrapping an arm under you to grab your shoulder while the other grabs the ring on the collar, tugging it.

You moan and try moving your hips to get more of him inside you. You didn't even get a good look at what he looks like, but right now you're too eager to care.

"You're going to be a good girl and take it all, right?"

"Y-yes," you pant out.

As soon as you see the smirk across his face he thrusts all the way into you. Your nails immediately claw into his back. He doesn't give you a moment to adjust before he is thrusting into you. Your moans were immediate.

Once he heard how good he made you feel he kissed you again. But with the collar choking you, and the swiftness of his hips pounding into you, you could barely kiss back. Your mouth was open and gasping for air.

His lips moved down to your neck so he could hear you better and start kissing there. Your body squirmed and your nails dig into him.

"Th-Theo!" the last thing on your mind was the possibility of someone hearing.

The hand on your collar let you go which allowed for some relief. His hand went down your body and grabbing your hip to lift it.

He somehow managed to get deeper at this new angle. Your moans were turning into screams of pleasure. His fingers dig into you to be able to keep you at the right angle he wanted.

"I knew you could be a good hondje," his hot breath hits against your ear.

You had no intention of giving in so easily to him. You claw up his back and try twisting your body, only his own kept you in place.

You couldn't even get words out, but he could tell you cummed when you got a little louder and his cock seemed to get lubed up more.

You were hoping he would reach his climax soon, but you quickly realized he has much more stamina than you could have planned for.

You gasp. Trying to get his name out but you end up whining.

"Oh you can keep taking it," his breathing is heavier. "You wanted me to show you that I mean it, didn't you?"

[ikevamp-shrine]

Hi! Short and sweet, as requested!

I'm 5" tall, a tad curvy, I have an hourglass figure and really toned legs 😅 I have brown hair cut in a bob, hazel eyes and wear round-shaped glasses. My pronouns are she/her. I'm shy at first but once I start feeling more confident about my surroundings, I open up bit by bit. I'm easy-going and tend to find the best in people; I enjoy reading and going on bike rides. I also have a dark sense of humour which is a big contrast to how smol and even innocent I look (the shorter, the more evil 👀); I'm also a lot into painting, I mostly use watercolor and am fond of nature. I love the sea and enjoy being a loner, but being around people also makes me feel comfy. I'm an Architecture major and love history and the occult, as well ✨

I'd like a pretty angsty/smutty combo with Theo 👀💛💛I'm all about that sweet tough badass looking boi with a heart of gold and soft and sweet core. I love that man, yo. I'm really looking forward to this, this is my first time participating! I hope you're doing well and take time for yourself, thank you so much for doing these fun events! You are golden 💛💛💛🌻💛💛💛💛

I am doing okay, and please, you do the same (take time for yourself, that is). I wouldn’t be doing these events if it wasn’t for all the wonderful people who support me so please don’t thank me, thank them. And no- the only golden one here is you darlin’. Thank you so much for commenting, putting in an ask, and being so kind. Please enjoy. (just in case the photos are blurry or won’t load- the letter is typed out as well under the ‘keep reading’) @greatpeanutsandwich

There are nine spots left. Rules and summary of event are here

Btw sorry to any Dutch readers. Google translate is the only thing I got.

            To be honest Hondje, I had been staring at this damned paper for longer than I wish to admit. It is… difficult to find the correct words. After all, how do you tell someone just how much you love them, but the fantasy of that love can never be birthed? The truth is, my love for you rivals that of the sea’s unforgiving wrath, but we could never be together- no matter how desperate I am for you.

            I wish our love could be more than one short month, I really, truly do, but the danger that lurks around every corner is too great. I wouldn’t be able to protect you. Verdomd- I can already hear your voice saying that you can handle yourself, that you don’t need to be protected.

            You know, that’s your problem Hondje; you think you can take the danger just being near me brings, but you can’t. So, be a good pup and understand just how much pain it causes me to write these words. Believe me, when I say I can’t breathe at the thought I will no longer be able to hold you close to me each morning, smile at the slow puffs of your breath against my neck as you cuddle closer to my chest.

            I can still feel the warmth of your body seeping into mine, the taste of your lips and skin are still imprinted onto my tongue, and the marks you left on my back still sting. But that sting reminds me of you, so I guess I can forgive you for the abuse you put me through. I crave your touch, and your smile so much it hurts. That’s the issue. You’re too bright, too addicting, too fond of what the touch of another human brings. My darkness, my demons would suffocate your light.

            I still remember the first time you froze in the middle of the street. I had to pull you back and into my arms so you wouldn’t be ran over by a carriage, remember that? And when I asked you why in the hell you would be so oblivious to your surroundings, do you know what you said? ‘That building! Do you see it, Theo? Look at the structure, the advanced placing of materials, the intelligence needed to know exactly how to keep those curved planks of wood from toppling!’ All I could think at that moment was, ‘you really live up to your nickname with how wide and excited your eyes are.’ You looked like a puppy being gifted a tasty treat. That look was completely different from the glaze in your eyes as I had ran my hands up the beautiful curves of your body, seeking to memorize every dip and plane of your skin.

            Hey Hondje? Why did you look so willing to put every ounce of trust you had in that tiny stature of yours in me, even while my fingers carded through your hair, pulling at those short, silky strands? Do you know how much my teeth throbbed to sink into your exposed neck as your warmth fluttered around me? Do you realize how rough I wanted to be with you? Would you accept the fact that I yearned to see tears stream down your face from my teasing, and your blood to coat my tongue? If you’re smart, you’ll be running towards the door, frantic to throw open that barrier between me and the place you belong after reading those last few sentences.

            Grow old, build a family, have fun, don’t take shit from anyone, eat many pancakes, keep staring at the sea with love in your eyes, continue to babble on about the history you seem so fond of, never stop painting, buy a weapon and take some fighting classes- Lord knows how short you are, you uiterst kleine persoon. Never, never quit chasing after your passions. I beg of you to forget this mansion, these men, and most of all, Theodorus van Gogh.

I am a monster Hondje, and I will be damned before I drag you down with me.

                                    Forever yours, mijn reden om te leven

                                                                                            -Theodorus van Gogh

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[eventinelysplayground]

The Green Eyed Monster

Kinktober Day 30: Jealous Sex | Window/Balcony

Pairing: Theo x Female Reader

This fic has a bit of Halloween thrown into it. Originally it was becoming way too long so I had to shorten it down and it's still over 2k. I may write this from Theo's pov later just to do a bit more flushed out version idk though. Theo takes you home from a ball early and although you miss out on the fun there you get to have a different type of fun at home. NSFW so minors do not interact. WC approx 2106.

“I have to say this is quite the party isn't it?”

“Cedric! Good evening and yes it is, Comte really goes all out.”

Cedric gives you a friendly smile and you smile back.

“I take it you're dressed as a vampiress tonight?”

“Haha yes I am, I thought it would be a fun change of pace. You're a Roman senator?”

“ I am! Is Theo dressed as…Sherlock Holmes? I didn't know he was a fan.”

Cedric inclined his wine glass towards Theo who was busy talking with some potential clients or maybe investors and you turned your head to look at him. You had to admit he looked good in the outfit but the headache it caused when Arthur saw him was almost not worth it.

“Ya well, just don't let the flirty priest near him.”

Cedric gave you the most confused look and you coughed before changing the subject. The two of you talked for a bit and then the music changed. Theo was still engaged with the gentleman and you let out a soft sigh, you had already danced with several of the residents while waiting for Theo but his conversations just seemed never ending.

“Since Theo seems occupied, would you do me the honor?”

You take Cedric's offered hand and began to dance. You talked about the ball, art, Theo and most interestingly a very cute looking cat girl that Cedric had his eye on, he'd already danced with her once and was hoping to save their second one for the end of the night. The dance came to an end all too quickly and Cedric led you back to the edge of the dancefloor where you were met by Arthur.

“I dare say that really is quite the dress luv.”

You rolled your eyes as Arthur raked his across your figure. Yes the dress was a bit low cut and had a thigh high slit but it was Halloween after all when else could you dress like this and not be given a lecture, especially in this time period.

“How about a dance? Though I'd also take a tumble in the sheets.”

“If you keep saying stuff like that while dressed like a priest you're going to burst into flames, assuming Theo doesn't get to you first.”

“Just a dance it is then.”

Leaving no room for argument Arthur took your hand and led you to the dance floor. As you began to move in time with the music Arthur's hand began to travel lower than was socially acceptable even for a couple let alone the two of you.

“What are you doing?”

“Just having a bit of fun luv.”

You glared at Arthur and he moved his hand back up your back but then he pulled you closer to him.

“How about a little bite instead then?”

You were so surprised by his words that you couldn't speak but you didn't have to.

“That's enough you perverted priest.”

“Theo old boy, would love to chat but I'm in the middle of a dance.”

“Not any more you aren't.”

Theo moved Arthur aside taking his spot and danced the two of you away from him.

“Thank you for-”

“As soon as this dance is done we're going home hondje.”

“Oh…okay Theo.”

You were disappointed, even if you weren't getting to spend a lot of time with Theo tonight you were still having a lot of fun. True to his word as soon as the song came to an end Theo led you off the floor and towards the door only stopping briefly to let Vincent know the two of you were leaving.

The whole carriage ride back to the mansion Theo was quiet and rigid and you knew he was upset.

“I'm sure Arthur was just joking Theo.”

Theo let out a huff but said nothing as he continued to stare out the window leaving you to sit there with your own thoughts. When you got to the mansion he helped you out of the carriage and quickly began walking away. Clearly he was still very upset and in mood to talk, surely he knew Arthur only did it to get a rise out of him? As you stood there thinking to yourself Theo abruptly turned around.

“Come on Hondje.”

You jumped slightly at the somewhat harsh tone in his voice before shaking your head.

“Coming Theo.”

You had to jog a bit to catch up to him but you finally did when he stopped to hold the door open. Once you were inside and the door was shut he grabbed you by the wrist and led you up the stairs not saying a word but the look on his face told you that he wasn't okay. As the two of you reached the top of the staircase he stopped and turned to face you lifting up your chin with his free hand. His sea blue eyes had a storm of emotions rolling inside them and you swallowed hard.

“Theo?”

“Good, you still look alert enough.”

Theo let go of you chin and began walking down the hallway, his one hand still wrapped firmly around your wrist.

“Alert enough for what?”

You had reached his bedroom and he ushered you inside before shutting and locking the door behind you. That done Theo let go of your wrist and wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you flush against him.

“Alert enough for more training, you clearly need it.”

“What did I-”

Your words were cut off when Theo's lips crashed against yours in a fierce and demanding kiss. He bit at your lower lip before dragging his tongue along it and you parted your lips. He wasted no time as his tongue quickly slipped into your mouth claiming every inch of it. As your kiss deepened his free hand came to rest on the back of your head keeping you from being able to break the kiss. Just when you thought you'd run out of breath he pulled back then let his lips brush against your ear as he spoke.

“Did you forget who your owner is Hondje?”

“No.”

“Really, it sure seemed like it tonight. Dancing with Broer and the others was one thing but…”

Theo's words trailed off as he brought his face back to yours and the hand on the back of your head lightly gripped your hair.

“Your mine.”

“Of course I-”

Another fierce kiss landed on your lips.

“You belong to me.”

Another kiss.

“I won't have you wagging your tail for other men.”

“I didn't… is this about Arthur? You know he was just trying to rile you up because of the Holmes costume right?”

“Of course I know what that klootzak was doing.”

Another kiss and bite at your lips.

“Then?”

As hard as it was to think while Theo kissed you like this you tried your best to go over the events of the night.

“Still can't figure out what you did?”

You shook your head in defeat, if it wasn't the incident with Arthur then you were out of ideas. Theo's hands released their hold on you and he walked over to the bed grabbing a pillow and tossing it at you.

“On your knees hondje”

You just stood there blinking as Theo walked back over to you.

“Do I also need to teach you your basic commands again?”

“No.”

“Good. Now on your knees.”

You drop the pillow on the ground and kneel on it as you're told and Theo comes over to stand right in front of you and runs a hand through your hair.

“Goed meisje hondje.”

He removes his hand from your hair as you look up into his eyes and he smirks at you. His hands move to his pants undoing them enough so that he can let his hard cock out.

“You can have this while you think about what you did tonight.”

You place a hand on his hip while the other grabs his hard cock and slowly begins to work up and down its length. You know that if you don't want to be here all night you have to carefully think over everything from tonight, Theo wouldn't be making you guess if you didn't have all the information you needed to figure it out. Your hand continues moving up and down his length as you begin sorting through the events of the evening. Every so often you bring your lips to his cock and kiss it and each time you do it twitches slightly. Soon Theo's fingers are back in your hair and he lets out a low growl when you kiss his tip.

“Hondje, zuigen.”

You look up at him to find him looking down at you and you wrap your lips around his tip. Slowly you swirl your tongue over it before taking as much of him as you can into your mouth. As you start moving up and down his cock the tingling sensation between your legs grows and you press your thighs together.

You try to keep thinking back on the night but the way his cock fills your mouth and the way it responds to you is too distracting and soon you've forgotten all about what you're supposed to be doing and just enjoying his cock. You pull it all the way out of your mouth and lap along the sides and top of his tip, cleaning the pre-cum off it. As you lean in to place a kiss on the tip Theo thrusts his hips pushing himself all the way into your mouth and throat. You weren't ready for it and let out a small cough but quickly adjust and begin deepthroating him.

You can feel the wetness between your legs now making you squirm as you rub your thighs together. Theo's hand firmly grips your hair as he sucks in a breath and pulls back from you. Before your confusion has time to take hold he pushed you down on your back on the floor with your dress pushed open at your thigh slit and his hands pulling off your panties.

“Who do you belong to hondje?”

“You Theo.”

Theo's lips close over yours and you wrap your arms around his neck quickly becoming lost in the kiss.

“Who's your master?”

“You are Theo.”

This time Theo trails kisses down your neck as his hand traces along your curves.

“And who do you wag your tail for?”

“Only ever you Theo, wait you said something similar earlier. Did you think I was wagging my tail at somebody else?”

You look into his eyes and everything he had been saying begins to click for you.

“You look more beautiful than usual tonight hondje, then you were smiling and dancing with him-”

“Theo, were you jealous of Cedric?”

Theo doesn't say anything but the look on his face tells you your right and you let out a small giggle.

“It's not funny, hondje.”

You bite at your lips to stop the laughter before bringing a hand down to caress over his cheek.

“Theo I love you, only you. You don't need to feel jealous over anybody, nobody can compare to you.”

You lift your head up and kiss him gently and he kisses you back.

“I know you love me, still…”

Theo kisses along your neck before biting you and slipping his cock inside you at the same time and you let out a gasp. You feel the heat and pleasure spreading through your body as he thrusts deep inside you, filling your insides completely with him.

“I want to show everyone, including you, that you belong to me completely.”

He licks over your bite mark and begins to thrust even faster.

“I can't show these to everyone but that doesn't mean there isn't another way to show them. I don't care how long it takes, I'll prove you're mine.”

Theo bit you again, sinking his fangs even further and between that and the feel of his cock inside you you quickly hit your peak as you cry out his name and your walls tighten around him. It doesn't take long for Theo to follow you and soon you feel his cock twitching as you're filled with his cum.

Normally Theo would move to lay beside you and take you in his arms but tonight he stays where he is while being careful to keep his weight off you. As you begin to fade into unconsciousness he kisses your forehead and you can see the storm in his eyes has subsided. You know his jealousy isn't a good thing but if it keeps ending like this well, the aftermath certainly is.

[not-krys]

[Repost] Old - Abby & Theo

Part of this set of WIP Wednesdays!

A bittersweet one today. I had originally wanted to use this theme way back when I was first writing Abby and Theo's Fictober 2021 fic 'I've Waited For This', which would have featured Abby and Vincent as a lot older but chickened out and wrote something a little more lighthearted instead.

This time, feeling braver, I did explore the a lot older theme with Abby and Theo in this one, but with a sad tinge running throughout.

Raw, unedited writing down below. Heavily referenced major character death.

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Theo sat by Abby's side, her small hands covered in wrinkles and a little stiff, holding a long paintbrush. Theo, still as youthful as when she had met him, untouched by two hundred years, brown hair and blue eyes unchanged by time, watched patiently as her hand moved, graceful in memory but a little clumsy now with age.

"Just a little more," Abby said, her voice cracking.

"Take your time," Theo said gently, far more kind than he had sounded in her youth.

Silence overtook the two of them, sunlight peeking through the nearby window. Where she needed it, Theo held up her elbow, keeping her arm steady.

"…Talk about him, Theo." Abby asked, squinting her eyes. "Please…"

"Hondje… Are you sure?"

"A happy memory… for me, please?"

Theo closed his eyes and breathed out a sigh.

"Back when we used to live in le Comte's mansion, he often painted outdoors. He loved being in the sun. He… sometimes I thought he was the sun."

"When you came around…" Theo continued, "Well, he was happier. More than I had ever seen him. He shined brighter than before. Blindingly so some days. I was a little jealous… Very jealous, actually. How this scared little pup that came out of nowhere had managed to capture my broer so completely so quickly… Maybe it's not what you want to hear, but any truly happy memory I have of him, you're in it too."

Theo touched her elbow again.

"Remember when I came to the house the first time? Because your auntie had sent those pictures of his paintings?"

"Yes," Abby said, "I showed you all those pictures of Vincent and me… of the children… of his life ever since we left."

"You showed me that he had lived a good life and that's something I can't thank you enough for. I had failed in that regard, even in our second lives."

"Your wish allowed us to meet, Theo, so… don't sell yourself so short. My happiness… was thanks to you, after all."

"Hondje…"

"A-anyway… you were talking about how he loved painting outdoors?"

"Yeah, he'd taken you with him. By all accounts, it should have been sunny all day. But, there was a pop up shower."

"Ah, yes. He wanted to teach me about nature painting. But then it started raining suddenly."

"It was a little late in the day, so I was just getting back from selling some of his work. I got caught up in it too. Soaked to the bone."

"So were we. We had to pack up in a hurry, the paint hadn't even dried properly, both of canvases getting smeared together with the rain water. I was so upset because I was so proud of it and thought I had ruined it."

"Broer just smiled, I remember." Theo said, "and told me that they were twin paintings now. Sebas even came by to tell us about how in the future, there was this movement in art where you don't really paint forms like normal. Sometimes, people would splash paint onto canvases without rhyme or reason. Abstract painting, he called it. I wouldn't have believed him if I hadn't lived through it myself."

Abby smiled a little.

"Vincent held onto those paintings for a while. I was a little embarrassed on how long he held onto them, messed up as they were."

"From what I remember, Comte had them put up in the parlor after you two left."

"That's even more embarrassing!"

"Even had them framed."

Abby lowered her elbow, setting her brush down.

"Thank you, Theo. For cheering me up. For staying and putting up with me."

"You'd be lonely if I didn't, and Broer hated leaving you alone for long."

"…I miss him. So much."

Theo reached up to her cheek, wiping away the falling tear with his thumb.

"Just remember that you had a hand in making his life as good as it could have been. Now I'm making sure yours is just as good in his honor. So, no more tears. You have a portrait to finish, after all."

Abby took a breath and nodded, looking at Theo, determined.

"R-right."

They both turned back to the canvas, the image reflected in their eyes of a younger Vincent, smiling as both of them had remembered.