#this is a handsome ikemen leonardo

[ask-leonardo-da-vinci]

So lately Le Comte brought back this very interesting rectangular device called ‘smartphone’, and now the residents are starting to get used to the functions. I just found out about this site, and I’m learning how to use it for ✨inspiration✨

Feel free to ask questions, cari miei 💖💖💖

…and please tell me if I use the emojis weirdly. Sebastian laughed when he saw my text messages to Comte 🫶🏻🫶🏻🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛

[gunraekae]

having an off day 2

Ophelia by Sir John Everett Millais

>ikemen vampire

>mansion residents (+bonus) x reader

>a/n: the second half of your off day. here is how your morning and early afternoon went.

Leonardo da Vinci

While Leonardo isn’t necessarily your responsibility to awaken (he could really be anywhere in or out of the mansion, it’s far too much effort for anyone to find him and urge him to eat. Let’s not forget he’s an immortal vampire, he doesn’t even need to.), a small and guilty part of you tends to seek him out anyway. He’d done a lot for you when you first stumbled into the mansion and has acted as one of the main components of your support system since then. 

It was nearing noon and after you’ve awoken Napoleon, Leonardo was surprisingly awake and in the library. Perched upon one of the oak armchairs by the window, the sunlight streaming through the glass painted him in a glorious light – reminding you of the timeless beauty the purebloods possess. He looked like he was in one of his own paintings, and you would be a villain to disturb that. 

Still, his vampiric senses had a lower threshold than the others and he could sense your presence (or really, smell your blood) before you even opened the library doors. 

“Surprised I’m up so early, cara mia?” The husky rumble of his baritone voice always sent pleasant shivers down anyone’s spine. His golden eyes, brightened by the sunlight, peered above the book he held in one hand straight at yours. 

“I suppose.”

“Hmm… come closer will you?” His wolfish eyes narrowed in disdain at your lethargic response. Reluctantly, you follow his command and sit across from him at the window. He discards his book, leaning on his knees to get a better look at your morose disposition. A displeased hum, then he places a finger under your chin to move your face even closer to his. 

“That won’t do. Such an emotion dims your eyes.” His artist-eye grazes over your face, observing your downturned lips and your swollen, teary eyes. A knowing smirk, and he settles back on the armchair. He leans on the armrest, the slouching figure alluring in his own charm. 

“You’re a smart girl. You can guess what’ll happen next, can’t you?” His handsome smirk grows at your knowing sigh. 

“Just don’t throw me over your shoulder this time.” 

“No promises, cara mia.” He huffs as he rises and moves to your side. With a motion for you to raise your arms, he at least carries you princess-style as he speeds to the mansion’s exit. 

It’s not entirely unpleasant being in Leonardo’s strong arms, and you find the warmth almost soothing to your turbulent thoughts. He takes you to your signature spot: a small dock on one of the more solitary ends of the Seine river. He wants to give you the princess treatment, so he’ll slowly row the two of you down the water. 

On the romantic boat-ride through the Seine, with Leonardo’s golden eyes trained on your face and giving you his full attention, it would be quite difficult to resist confiding in him. In your lowest moments so far, he’d been nothing short of comforting — holding you in his arms when you were afraid during your first night, sleeping outside your door for the following week, and whisking you away from your chores to dispel the unhealthy façade you kept up. 

In fact, a small part of Leonardo is ecstatic that you felt safe and comfortable enough with him and the other residents that you could freely express your more negative emotions with them (but hopefully mostly with him. Forgive him, he can be a bit possessive). 

However long it takes you to quell the darkness in your mind, Leonardo is there to receive anything you throw at him. He can wrap you in a warm embrace and caress your back, offer you wise advice to your problems, or just listen to your thoughts. Whatever you need most, Leonardo will give it to you. 

Leonardo hopes you’ll always run into his arms any time you have problems and allow him to fix it, like he does with machines. That being said, he doesn’t mind seeking you out and literally carrying you away from your responsibilities to ease your torment. Wrapped in his big, strong arms and shielded from your worries, it’d be difficult not to feel at ease with this loveable dork. Anything and everything you ask for he’ll deliver, and if you don’t know what that is, he’ll give you a familiar experience that comforted you in the past. There isn’t much that fazes him with his long years on Earth, but just the teary sheen over your eyes is enough to twist his heart in painful knots. 

Isaac Newton

Lost in his bustling mind and distracted by an equation he couldn’t quite solve last night, he unfortunately only caught Theo’s grumbles of “pouring his own damn coffee,” and your departing figure to the kitchen. He thought nothing of it, believing Theo was just being his usual insufferable self and holed up in his study for the day.

If you weren’t responsible for delivering lunch to him, he’d have never caught wind of your off-character today. So when your voice behind his door lacked its usual lively pitch, he wanted to bash his head open for not noticing it during breakfast. 

When you entered his study you quietly placed the tray on one of his tables, wishing for an easy escape from his calculating rosy eyes. At your quickly retreating figure, the swirling worries in Isaac’s head scolded him for his indifference and how that coldness definitely would break your heart. He grasped at your sleeve and pulled you with more force than he intended, landing your entire upper body on his lap. (You’ll have to forgive his awkward execution, he really means well.)

“I’m terribly sorry mc! I didn’t mean to do that.” He bristles and helps you regain your composure. “Actually, I did intend to pull you closer. I want to apologise as well for not noticing you sooner. I should have been the first to seek you out.” While he does mean what he says, he finds that maintaining eye contact is a bit difficult and from his blushing ears, you can tell he’s just nervous. 

“The first? Isaac, you don’t have to do anything.” Similar to him, you felt ashamed that he felt obligated to comfort you. Isaac, upon noticing that, wildly shook his hands in firm rejection of that implication.

“Not at all! You’ve always been there for me mc; defending, accompanying, encouraging me. Perhaps it’s even a bit selfish, but seeing your smile is the highlight of my day. Without it, I find I’m in a bit of a bind, as you can see.” He gestures for the messy scrawls of that damn equation he can’t seem to solve. 

“I hope you won’t let Theo’s boorish manners bother you. And I hope you won’t mistake my foolishness for indifference either. I want to be here for you, mc. I’m not like Napoleon, so I admit this doesn’t come easy to me, but I want to be close to you.” Isaac rises from his chair to move closer to you. 

Despite his rapid pulse, his trembling hands find yours and squeeze them gently. “Please tell me all that ails you, all your frustrations, and stresses, and allow me to do for you what you’ve always done for me.” 

His sincerity is touching. Isaac sits you down on one of the seats by his table and offers you half the sandwich you made for him. Whatever you indulge Isaac with, he eagerly accepts. He can’t help the fascinated gleam in his eyes at the unfiltered emotions in your expression — in fact, his heart actually warms at being able to do this for you. 

It was inevitable that a few tears escaped your eyes; while it did sink his heart, Isaac seized the opportunity to be closer to you. In a surprising show of boldness, he tucks a strand that obscured your face, behind your ear. “Thank you, darling, for showing me this side of you.” He murmured intimately. 

“Isaac, you’re—”

The confidence that deluded him in that moment quickly dissipated at your surprised face. “I apologise! I’m not sure what came over me then.” Perhaps it was because it was just you and him, and he found your presence far easier to relax in than anyone else, but he found it in him to laugh. 

“You’re really a wolf in sheep’s clothing sometimes.”

“You can blame my teasing on yourself. After all, you’re the reason my new life is more hectic—” Isaac chuckles “but I can’t say that hasn’t made it so much happier.” 

After supper, Isaac timidly approaches you in the kitchen. “I’ve set up my telescope out in the yard tonight… Would you care to join me?” 

Laying on the soft grass with Isaac was incredibly soothing, the picturesque night sky splattered with the many shining stars, unpolluted by the 19th century Paris city. Isaac would focus the lens on specific constellations and allow you to view them through the telescope. While you admired its brightness, he’d excitedly tell you about each one. Eventually, the day’s fatigue would catch up to you, and Isaac, noticing it, would seat himself a little bit closer to you, in hopes you’d lay your head on his ready shoulder. 

Finally, soft peace had settled on your hardened features. It was during moments like these with you that Isaac envied the artists’ talents — they could capture this moment for eternity and he only had his memory to keep the sight in his mind. In spite of that regret though, a part of him was proud that it was him who could witness this adorable sight. 

While extremely awkward in execution, Isaac’s heart breaks in two at the mere thought of you feeling upset. This is worsened when it takes him longer than the others to notice it — couple that with his less-than-stellar social skills, and he’s bound to mess up in the process. But his sweet intentions shine through his small, affectionate gestures and his eagerness to listen to you. It’s quite adorable how happy he feels that he can finally return some semblance of what you’ve done for him. He’d provide his room as a safe space, but he’ll also gladly bring his telescope and stargaze with you in the courtyard. If you doze off, he’ll offer his shoulder and feel blessed that you shared your day with him, the feeling even sweeter knowing that it was him you chose to spend the evening with. 

Jean d’Arc

Part of your evening routine was to meet with Jean in the library after supper and practice writing. Tonight, despite your mood, you felt it would be far too cruel to abandon poor Jean, who found it hard to spend time with others; it was only through these sessions that you could foster a connection with the elusive man. 

Jean was extremely blessed that your radiant presence was in the library for him tonight. Napoleon had informed him earlier of your despondent spirits. Initially, it spurred an almost murderous glint in Jean’s eye at whoever had caused you suffering, but with Napoleon’s clarification, his rage on your behalf settled into a thorny discontent.

Of all people to suffer torment, why did it have to be mc; his radiant angel? The kind soul who ensured that night-after-night, she found time to teach and accompany him? It was because of your beautiful self that his chest was not as heavy with the weight of his sins everyday. And yet, you also had to endure these torturous emotions, despite all that you’d done for him. It truly did not make sense in Jean’s mind. It should be monsters like him that suffer, not angels like you. 

So Jean resolved it within himself that he would do all that he could to alleviate the weight in your heart and fight the shadows that dared to dim the brightness in you. 

Unbeknownst to you, after his work he wrote a letter that communicated his sincere appreciation and sheer affection for you, far better than he could verbally. He wrote of his sadness that a person like you, who cared so much for others and always put themselves last, suffered behind a smile. He longed to one day be as expressive as the writers (he never thought the day would come that he’d envy the likes of Arthur or Dazai) so that he could comfort you directly with words instead of having to convey all his sentiments through a letter. 

Safe to say that when Jean handed you his clumsily penned letter, tears immediately rushed down  your face at his touching sincerity. Jean grew alarmed, blaming himself for causing you further distress. You stopped him from kneeling on the ground for repentance and instead, wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. 

“Thank you Jean. You’re much kinder than you think.” Jean would be a touch flustered, but would wrap an arm around your shoulders to offer you the comforting embrace he only dreamed he could give you. And yet, here he was, finally able to offer you at least a semblance of peace in small payment for all you’ve unknowingly done for him. 

It was absolutely unfathomable to Jean that such a radiant and kind person like you had to suffer some of the torturous thoughts like he had. It felt wrong that God would allow those thoughts to plague your brilliant mind; so Jean, aware of his shortcomings in this department, would absolutely try his best to fight your demons for you. Words were extremely difficult for Jean to convey, but he’d try to make you proud by doing so in a letter. Your brightness prevented him from succumbing to the haunting shadows of his past. His sheer devotion and protectiveness for you would be revealed in that letter, but if you needed him to support you in-person: whether by embracing you in his strong arms, punching out your frustrations on his sturdy chest, or burying your face in his neck to block out the world, Jean would do all of it for you. 

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

The day had stretched on, and while most of your heartache was eased from the residents’ efforts, insomnia purged your rest nonetheless. You knew that remaining under your warm blankets would change nothing of your predicament, so perhaps a short walk (by the mansion’s standards) to the kitchen for a glass of water would arouse drowsiness back in your hazy mind. 

On your way, you passed by Mozart’s studio. Tonight he played a more serene song, the soft notes floating through the air and quelling some of the remaining despair in your head. You didn’t mean to, as you knew that Mozart hated to be disturbed while practising (really only for the men — it was difficult to be upset at you), but you lingered by his ivory doors. 

Suddenly, his song ceased. “Come in, mc.” Startled at the fact that he heard you, and even more at recognising you from what little sound you made, you were compelled to follow his command. 

Mozart was always a vision to look at: the moonlight streaming through the gap in his window was reflected in his alabaster locks. Awaiting for you, his deep purple eyes were unreadable as it scanned your figure. If you looked even closer, there was a discernible trace of worry that twisted his brows. 

“What was with you today?” Not one to mince words, Mozart hit right where it was sensitive. 

“It’s nothing of concern.” Mozart huffed indignantly. To you this resembled his usual shortness with you, but inside, he was deeply envious at the fact that you opened up to everyone except him today. Wanting to remedy that inconsistency, he rose from his seat and advanced towards you. 

“Liebchen.” He insisted as he reached for your hand. 

“You have enough to worry about, Wolf.”

“And I want you to be one of them.” As opposed to his usual rough manners with you, he softly stroked your knuckles. Since he knew that it would be difficult for you to dredge up and unearth your worries once again, he settled for providing you a small piece of comfort for the night. 

Mozart gently guided you by the wrist to sit beside him before his grand piano. 

“Would you like to try a duet I drafted recently? I haven’t been able to complete it because I had no partner—” he trailed his fingers from your wrist to your hands to unclench them “until now.” He delicately intertwined his long fingers around yours and gave your hand a loving squeeze. Then, he carefully guided your hands down to the piano keys. 

He slowly taught you a small part of the song, and within a few tries, you were quick enough to match the tempo he had in mind. Your attempt at the duet together went as well as expected, the discordant notes completely altering the softly romantic song to a playful one instead. 

To your surprise, a loud chuckle burst out of Mozart. “How clumsy,” he said, his eyes squinting in unadulterated affection. 

If you confide in Mozart of your lingering disturbance and your insomnia, Mozart will guide you toward the bedroom connected to his studio. Mozart had to fluff up the unused pillows but urged you under the covers anyway. He’d leave the door open and play the most soothing lullaby on his piano to quell your sleeplessness. 

Mozart is rather brusque and difficult to approach — painfully aware of that, he knew he wasn’t the first you’d approach, as much as it hurts him to admit that fact. Still, when the opportunity arose later that night with just the two of you, Mozart jumped at the chance to ease your pain. He’d try to cheer you up in his own way, but ultimately does what he knows best. He doesn’t play for anyone at all, and while many of his songs are dedicated to important historical figures, he documents a few pieces solely to you and caters to whatever you need most at that moment. Tonight, he plays an improvised song of yearning: he imagines a quiet man, unable to properly express the depth of his love for his dearest one, humming this soothing lullaby to send his suffering love to slumber. 

Bonus: William Shakespeare

Unfortunately, Will is physically and figuratively out of the loop with the happenings in the mansion. Your off day being one of the most regrettable events that he missed out on. 

He longed to have witnessed the harsh colours of despair taint your lovely visage and have been the man to lift that darkness. 

He yearns to have been the loving angel to embrace you while your tears wet the earth. He imagines that black roses and blue violets would grow from your tears that watered the ground. 

He longs to have been the dashing knight that whisked you away from your responsibilities and brought you to a secret place that only the two of you knew about. The intimacy of being the only one to witness your vulnerable side was tragically enticing for him. 

How fortunate the mansion residents were to bear witness to all the mesmerising dimensions you had. Capricious Fate has tricked him yet again in this instance as he can only hear about this event from Vincent. How tragic was he that he had only his imagination to provide him inaccurate images of your tainted beauty that day. 

While he knew this day had long passed, he couldn’t stop his longing fingers from scribing a letter to you, urging a visit as soon as possible so that he may offer a belated gift of comfort and perhaps, selfishly, indulge in your presence. 

He’d deliver a bouquet of those blue violets, carnations, and chrysanthemums to you (thanks in part to his vampiric benefactor), coupled with an expensive gift of several rings (so that you may imagine it was his fingers intertwined with yours) and a floral perfume that matches the flowers. 

Bonus: Vlad

After your boat-ride with Leonardo, the two of you idly strolled about town. Leonardo quickly left to purchase a box of cigarillos from a foreign vendor, the limited stock too alluring for him to pass up on. You insisted on waiting on a nearby bench, a little ways away from the busy stand. 

“A storm is brewing behind those lovely eyes. I wonder what caused it and what incompetent ward has allowed it to continue.” Vlad’s sweet voice sounded right beside your ear. You jumped, much to his amusement, but the underlying protectiveness under that pleasant expression was marked by you nonetheless. 

“Has he been overworking you?” 

You hastily quell the accusation Vlad threw in the air. 

“I wonder what could be the cause of those dark clouds in my darling’s eyes.” Vlad sighs in stark concern, lifting a hand to your temple gently massaging it. 

“I wonder what worries your pretty head.” He moves that same hand to your forehead and smooths the wrinkles there. 

“And I wonder what caused these soft lips to frown.” He trails his fingers from your head down to your cheek, and finally on your lower lip. The delicate way he handled your face felt as if you were a newly bloomed flower that was too sensitive to nature’s forces and required Vlad’s devoted care. 

There was both gentleness and a stark possessiveness with how familiarly and easily he glided his fingers across your face. It seemed he longed to touch even more of you, but found restraint and settled in tucking your hair away from your face instead. 

“If you stayed in my castle instead of his mansion, you won’t know any misery or work.” He longingly stroked the ends of your hair and eventually trailed his fingers to meet with your hands. Upon closer inspection, Vlad laments the dryness from cleaning products on your hands. He lovingly strokes your knuckles before lifting them to his lips kissing each one. 

“Cara mia, I don’t have to beat this guy to get him to back off, do I?” 

A painful expression overtook Vlad’s sweet face, and with great reluctance, he backs off as per Leonardo’s request. 

“Such brutes he houses. No wonder my flower has withered in their company.” 

Before Leonardo could provoke him further, you led him away from Vlad, whose eyes longingly followed you until you were out of his sight. 

Bonus: Charles-Henri Sanson

While waiting for Arthur to pay for his gifts for you, you sat on a bench outside the busy store. A pair of familiar lilac eyes brightened at the sight of your figure. He bounded over to you like a loving puppy reuniting with its owner. This unfortunately startled you as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders from behind. 

“Mc! It’s been way too long since I’ve seen you. I really really really missed you.” He murmured while nuzzling his face into your neck. To your relief, he reluctantly released you from his hold, only to sit right next to you. 

Only when he could take a closer look at your expression does his cheerful face crumble. He tenderly cups your face and mourns the wistful spirit of it. “My poor mc, what happened?” 

You shook your head, unable to meet his worried eyes. This breaks Charles-Henri’s heart even further as he wishes he could take whatever was bothering you and replace it with his love instead. In that thought process an idea springs into his head. 

He takes your hand, and after squeezing it, places it near his heart. “I want you to channel all your sadness into this hand and give it all to me instead.” His silly charade breaks you out of your stupor, and since you don’t have the heart to reject his sweet lilac eyes, you relent and play along. 

“Good girl. Now, I’m going to channel all my love for you in my hand and place it in your heart. Ready?” He places his hand on your chest and playfully scrunches his face as if he was straining. “Mmmm… there! Did you feel my love enter you?” 

Ignoring the suggestive statement and the even more suggestive position you two were in, his hopeful face was too innocent to reject. 

“Yes, I think I felt a little bit of warmth enter me just now.” 

Charles-Henri’s face lit up in adorable joy. 

“Whatever you’re going through, I know you can overcome it. You’ve healed the darkness in me, and many others’ and we owe you for that.”

“Thank you Charles.”

A satisfied hum left his lips as he leaned even closer to you.

“I love you so much mc—”

“You can scamper off now, Sanson.” Arthur’s annoyed voice sounded from behind you. Charles willfully ignored him as he continued to squeeze your hand. 

“I hope you can feel my love whenever you’re sad like this—”

“Leave, old boy! Can’t you see she’s had enough of you?” 

“Come visit me and the others at the church soon!” Almost comically, Arthur drags Charles away by his collar. He turns around and waves at you. It’s a bit embarrassing to admit, but a small smile reached its way to your lips at Charles' cute antics. 

thank you once again for taking the time to read my writing. there were a few I wasn't too satisfied with, but I hope you liked it nonetheless.

leave a like and/or a reblog if this was a fun read for you. despite its self-indulgence, I hope this comforted you a lil bit.

have a wonderful day my love <3

[colourless-hydrangeas]

People, is it weird that I find the real life Leonardo da Vinci more handsome than his Ikemen counterpart? Am I the only one?

[xxsycamore]

𝗡𝗮𝗽, 𝗡𝗮𝗽𝗼, 𝗡𝗮𝗽𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗡𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗶, 𝗡𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗶𝘁𝗼, 𝗲𝘁 𝗰𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮 [Napoleon x MC]

► Lately Napoleon notices that MC is using quite a lot of nicknames for him…

Napoleon Bonaparte x MC • rating: G • wordcount: 776 • tags: fluff; nicknames; humor; ‼ slightly suggestive • masterlist

a/n: While talking about how in the ikeseries games there are suitors whose nicknames are the actual names of other suitors and thus making it hard to figure out who the person is speaking about, (see: Leo (midcin) and Leo-nardo/Gali-leo; Liam and Wil-liam (ikemen villains); Leon (ikepri) and Napo-leon) it accidentally turned into a discussion of preferred nicknames for Napoleon.

From @viohasgoneintothewoods : Nap

From @venulus : Leone, Napoleoncito, Leoncito

From @krys-loves-otome : Napster, Naps, Napoleoni

Lately Napoleon notices that MC is using quite a lot of nicknames for him…

1. As soon as he wakes up.

"Wakey wakey, Nap…"

The sound of MC's voice wakes him up just to the point where he reaches a hand out of the bedsheets to drag her in for his infamous morning kiss. But he pauses. He realizes the nickname she called him with.

"…Nap? Because I sleep a lot?"

"Yes, because you sleep a lot!"

Napoleon hums, nestling himself further in the mess of bedsheets.

"I don't even nap that much, I just sleep in…"

2. At breakfast

"Vincent, can you pass this to Napo?"

"Napo? Oh! Here you go, Napo!"

Napoleon blinks at MC's new nickname for him, quickly adapted by Vincent, barely remembering to take the plate from his hands. He guesses he's Napo now.

"Hah. Napo. I like how it sounds." Leonardo chimes in, not even looking away from his morning paper.

"Napo…" Jean tries. If it sticks with Jean, then it sticks forever.

3. On a date

"Are you falling asleep?"

Napoleon makes a low sound in his throat in reply, enough to let her know that he's not falling asleep. Their picnic date turned into a lazy reading session in nature, and frankly, the book hasn't been too interesting.

"This is why I call you Napster."

There it is again.

He remains silent for a moment. He looks for the line he read last in the book but he can't find it.

"You don't even call me Napster."

4. At the école

"Napoleone! Your fiancée is here!"

Turning to the boy who informs him of MC's arrival, Napoleon nearly misses the incoming attack from his other short opponent. But only nearly. Because he's not their cool teacher for nothing.

"Ahh, did you lie about proposing to me again? Stupid Napoleoni…"

Napoleoni? Napoleoni??!!

The laugher of a dozen kids is too much shame to live with. He will never be their cool teacher again, not with that lame nickname.

5. At night

Being a vampire doesn't mean that you don't deserve a nice massage at the end of a long day. Truly, his muscles aren't given the chance to stiffen too much, but he can't miss the magic touch of MC's hands on him. He's lying on his stomach, with her straddling his waist and working the knots on his shoulders.

"Mmm…"

He's aware he is being vocal. It's just that good.

MC giggles.

"You're roaring like a lion."

"Mmyeah? Do you have a clever little nickname for that too?"

"I do actually!"

She pauses, and Napoleon thinks she might be coming with it right now.

"Napoleoncito."

Oh. So we're spanishing it up now?

"That's a little too long, don't you think? Defeats the purpose."

"Hmm, hmm…"

She's not even moving her hands anymore, but Napoleon is too interested to see where this leads to care.

"Leoncito then. I like it! You're my little lion…"

Now, this is taking it too far.

In one quick and swift movement, Napoleon snakes his way from under MC and throws her down on the bed - so that he's leaning over her with a hand on each side of her head.

"Am I still a little lion?"

MC catches her bottom lip between her teeth, looking him in the eye. He seems quite handsome from this angle, if she has to be frank.

"Please don't eat me."

"Only if you tell me what's up with you and nicknames lately."

She giggles under him, fidgeting with a button of his shirt. Not necessarily with the intention to undo it.

"I just thought you might've gotten bored with the same old every time. You've got your 'Nunuche' for me but my 'Leon' or occasionally 'Leone' is not as creative as yours is."

Napoleon's eyes scan her features while taking in her words. Then he sighs.

"So that's what it was."

"Mm, maybe I should try harder…"

"I didn't say that I'm bored with how you call me."

"I liked Nap… it's keeping it nice and short. Maybe an 's' at the end will help it roll off the tongue better. An elongated one. Napsss…"

"Nunuche."

He leans in closer while she trails off in voiced out thoughts that he made clear he is not enthusiastic about hearing. She doesn't turn away, but doesn't stop either.

"Or maybe you liked Napster better? I liked Leoncito the best."

"Nunuche."

He's so close he can practically feel the shiver of her skin as he whispers against her neck, letting his fangs scrape against it.

"Call my name next."

He hears her suck on a breath and a smirk blooms on his lips.

"Napoleon."

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Friday Funday - who are your five favorite Ikemen suitors?

This is a fun one!🤗

In no particular order:

Leonardo (Ikevamp). He's handsome, intelligent, gentle, proud, loving, funny.

Clavis (Ikepri). Kind hearted, entertaining, vulnerable, intelligent, loyal. He's really just someone who deserves every ounce of love.

Chevalier (Ikepri). Handsome, intelligent, stubborn, protective, an avid reader. I love him for all his strengths and all he still has to improve upon.

Leon (Ikepri) He's just such a good, good man. Loyal, loving, dependable, kind. Such a warm heart.

Gilbert (Ikepri). He's so bad for you.....and yet you can't help yourself. You keep coming back.

Honorable mentions: Faust, Silvio, Matthias (shh we all know he's gonna be a favorite), CYRAN cause he should be a suitor, Arthur, Comte

[weirdwriter69]

Ikemen Vampire suitors and of Montreal songs (based on vibes and/or lyrics) @kissmetwicekissmedeadly Everyone gets The Past Is a Grotesque Animal because Cybird loves trauma, and also a bonus, everyone gets Closer by Nine Inch Nails because they are all horny mf's. Note: The slashes are to divide the titles of the songs. (ex. Song 1 / Song 2) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Arthur - Blab Sabbath Lathe of Maiden / You Do Mutilate? / Plastic Wafer / St. Exquisite's Confessions Dazai - Touched Something's Hollow / my fair lady / Deliberate Self-harm haha (All depression vibes with a lol funny feeling) Sebastian - Nonpareil of Favor (especially the lyric "So I'm waking your ass up at 3 in the morning") / Your Magic is Working Shakespeare - Last Rites At The Jane Hotel (especially the lyric "I'm not the demon that I'm meant to be") / We Will Commit Wolf Murder / I Was Watching Your Eyes / Voltaic Crusher Jean - True Beauty Forever / Widowsucking / No Conclusion Napoleon - Bassem Sabry / Time Will Show the Wiser / Wraith Pinned to the Mist and Other Games Leonardo - Expecting to Fly / The Hollow Room Mozart - Suffer for Fashion / Noir Blues to Tinnitus /Triphallus, To Punctuate! Theo - Marijuana's A Working Woman (mostly the lyric: "Maybe we should fight/It seems to make everything better") / Empyrean Abattoir (Bonus: Punch in the Face by That Handsome Devil to reflect Theo's rage against Shakespeare) Vincent - Triumph of Disintegration / Heimdalsgate Like a Promethean Curse (Tried to find songs that shows his conflict feelings about how he has swallowed his emotions) / You've Got a Gift (because he is an angel) Isaac - Christmas Isn't Safe for Animals / She's A Rejector / Micro University Comte - chaos arpeggiating (mostly the line about not wanting to hurt the women he loves) / My Darling, I've Forgotten / It's Easy to Sleep When You're Dead / Miss Blonde, Your Papa Is Failing Charles - You've Had Me Everywhere / Soft Music / Partizan Terminus / If You Feel You Must Go, Don't Go Faust - Karlheinz Chop up Children / Get God's Attention by being Atheist / Rapture Rapes the Muses (Bonus: Hershey by Nine Inch Nails - as you can tell, I focused on Faust's conflict with religion) Vlad - So Chill Then / Stag to the Stable / I Can't Stop Your Memory / Erroneous Escape Into Erik Eckles / Death Is Not A Parallel Move ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Please let me know what y'all think or if you have any questions about the reasonings for some of the song choices. There are tons of more songs that fit the suitors just from of Montreal's albums alone, and a lot of songs work for multiple suitors.

[ikemensworld]

Arthur: I once flicked my hair so flawlessly a man exploded.

[aaviav]

Ikémen Vampire – Leonardo da Vinci

this got way out of hand from what was first planned but!! it’s done now!! modern(ish) Leo in glasses. hope y’all like how to it turned out. anyone else wanna join me in sitting next to him and staring at his handsome face while he reads? (ꈍ◡ꈍ)~♡

[lxvescramble]

Best Buds - Gacha

I almost woke up the whole house when I received this gift. OMG I'm so happy !!! 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

But was the Comte ever a smoker? And an jerk? A jerk smoker ???? Revelations 😲

[missfreudlovesfrogs]

Uhm.... I think I have a type. :O

[loptyrs-moved]

Monster AU | Headcanons List Part I

This is more just a for funsies list in a universe where it wasn't just vampires, because there are some lads that better suit other creatures.

Part two and three are coming soon. 

This is for the monster fuckers. Have fun! The list is under the cut~

THANK YOU FOR THE 200 FOLLOWERS GUYS 💕💕⭐⭐

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Napoleon Bonaparte : The Sphinx

The proud sphyinx — with the head of a man, body of a lion and wings of a bird. This one in particular has the body of a Barbary lion and broad wings of the bearded vulture. 

Big black toe beans... Lion peets. His feet are ticklish... but it’s hard to resist the beans

Napoleon builds his beloved a big nest, hidden away from the world donned with his own personal things, as well as items that would make it so inviting for you. Blankets, pillows and his spoils from hunts make up most of it, but as you move in, it feels like home. 

Run your fingers over his big, strong wings and feathers... He'll make such cute, big cat noises for you... he loves regular pets as well, and makes for an excellent snuggling partner

Holds you like you're made of glass. His teeth are sharp, and he’s afraid he might hurt you at first. Coax him to hold you tighter, and kiss you deeper. Reassure him that you trust him, and love him. With this go ahead, he’ll finally spoil you in the way he knows you deserve. 

When a certain time of year hits, Napoleon is needy for you, and touches you like he never has. His tail swishes excitedly. Kisses are frantic. Claws dig into your flesh as he holds you down, and breeds you like his life depends on it. He’s usually such a giving lover, but the sphinx needs to continue on his line some how. 

It’s then when you realize how much bigger he is than you as he fucks you into the nest he created for you. Teeth sink into the nape of your neck, leaving marks to show others who you belong to. And after a long while, he holds you in his arms, his wings wrapping around you both to keep you safe. 

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart : The Leviathan

The ever elusive Leviathan... an iridescent sea snake who dwells deep down in the ocean’s depths, never to be seen by any human... until now. 

His scale’s are a silvery white that sparkles under the sun. You can catch a glimpse of him swimming beneath the surface, curiously surveying the surroundings to make sure that it’s safe to go up completely, and what you are met with astounds you

The big snake monster towers above you as water runs down his body. Slitted purple eyes... scales that sparkle under the late afternoon sun and claws so sharp they could eviscerate anything in their path. What a handsome boy... 

Standoffish but he will warm up to you eventually. It takes a while for this beast to trust the human who comes to visit him in his grove. And after some time, he finds your presence to be a comfort to him, relishing in the time you spend together. 

Holding you in his arms is more of a task than it would seem. Hopefully you don’t mind getting in the ocean with him, but don’t worry, he’ll keep you safe in his arms from any rip currents or other unsavory creatures. No one would dare anger the great Leviathan. His embrace is the safest place you will ever be. 

Making love also proves to be a task given the size difference, but you two make it work. You also get to see that he’s blessed with not just one but two large, blushing red serpentine dicks that are just aching to fill you. Eventually, you’ll work to take them both

... Eggy ... look we KNEW I was going to mention this I mean — that’ll easily be his most favorite thing ever once he does it. 

Leonardo Da Vinci: The Werecat

Yes. Leonardo Da Vinci is a catboy. Like? Did we expect anything else from this?

He has the ears, tail, claws and feet of a panther. Sharp, golden eyes watch you from the darkest corners of the shadows — more out of curiosity and for staring sake. He likes to watch from his spot, wherever that may be, and idly watch you do chores around the mansion. Hearing you hum as you work makes his ear twitch with interest. 

Attaches himself to you. It’s endearing, but he can be annoying sometimes. He does as he pleases, and will want attention at his time and his leisure. You are now his human. Leo made it so. When you rest in the lounge after a long day of chores, he’ll curl up next to you on the couch, head in your lap, making his new napping spot there. It’ll be impossible to get up now with having a giant cat sleeping in your lap. 

Rubs his face against yours often. Gentle head bonks. Deep rumbling purrs when you snuggle. His tail wrapping around your leg, holding you close. 

Lovemaking with him is intense as he’s a greedy lover. He knows exactly what he wants. And its you. Leonardo wants to have you all to himself. His tail swishes as you moan for him. Claws dig into your hips. Teeth graze over your shoulder, threatening to sink in. 

His own moans are heavenly. When he whispers how wonderful you feel inside, it’ll give you chills. His dick has texture it, with little nubs around the head. So when he thrusts in deep, filling you up, you can feel every inch of him hit the sweetest parts inside you. And those who know ... calling him a certain name in bed will earn you bites, bruises, and marks that’ll render you absolutely helpless. 

He loves cockwarming with you, and will stay there with you until he decides to get up. Especially after he’s bred you to the fullest. 

Arthur Conan Doyle: The Incubus

Wow ... summoned a cheeky one didn’t you? Was it by accident? Or was it on purpose? Anyhow — now you have a smug demon standing in the middle of the summoning circle flirting with you in order to earn your soul. The haunting blue eyes draw you in. The sound of his unearthly voice is soothing. Hypnotic. Good luck getting rid of this one, because Arthur is determined to make a pact with you.

Matte, curved horns crown his head as large batwings emerge from his back. A blue tail swishes with interest when he observes you. Blue markings decorate his body, and seem to glow at certain times. While he’s an unholy demon from the depths of the inferno, his beauty is unmatched. After all, all demons were angels once. 

He’s a playful one, wanting to be with you at all times. He’ll hang around your house, being a general annoyance at times. But Arthur makes for good company. There’s never a lonely moment with the incubus around. He makes things colorful. Lively. 

This incubus makes himself useful in many ways, like making sure you take care of yourself and spoiling you after a long day at work, running around outside the house. His snuggles are like nothing else. His tail wraps around your leg, or waist, wherever he can so that he can pull you closer. He’s grown so incredibly fond of you ... and he’d love to remain at your side for as long as you’ll allow him to. So do you give in?

Eventually you might. Let's say you do make a pact with him. The way to solidify the union between a human and their demon is through intimacy, and as an incubus, Arthur lived up to the stories. The devotion, and the love of a demon is like none other. You may have sold your soul to an unholy entity, but he's tied himself to you too. He'll shower you in every ounce of his love.

Arthur knows what makes you hot. He's observant, and takes note in what makes you squirm, and what makes you whine helplessly under his touch. He's read the smut you read. Hell, he's written his own whilw thinking about you. His long, demon tongue tastes you to the fullest as he urges you to sit on his face. Ride his mouth — he'll tongue fuck you all the same. He might even give you a little show of his own, stroking his long, pretty cock as it leaks precum. Watching him spiral underneath you, and release all over his chest is quite the sight to behold.

Speaking of his dick ... He can manipulate it to a degree. He can make it textured if you'd like him to. If you wanted him to fill you with more than one, its something he could do. But he's unique in his own respects... And perhaps even has a piercing or two to add to the pleasure.

Isaac Newton | Theodorus and Vincent Van Gogh: The Wolves

Isaac Newton

A handsome boy ... With soft, droopier ears and a long tail, Isaac is an excitable wolf. His fur matches his hair, with little tufts of white on the insides of his ears and at the tip of his tail. He's younger than the other wolves, and is starting to hit sexual maturity where his rut cycles are beginning to hit. They're a little irregular now, much to his dismay. Its only a matter of time before they land him into a predicament.

You met him while on a walk in the woods one day. A branch snapped and you saw a pair of ears perk up to see you standing across the glade. It was common knowledge that there was a wolf pack nearby, but how close shook you a little. But by the look on his face, he's more afraid of you than you are of him. Eventually, Isaac will know you're safe to be around.

Meeting him often has eased his anxiety. Bringing him food and books piqued his curiosity about you, and soon, he found solace in your company. Isaac looked forward to seeing you in the clearing you first met at. Sooner or later, you invite him to your home. Once the wolf is inside the house, its all over.

Isaac becomes a little selfish with your attention. He cares about you so much, and he worries when you go out into the woods alone... So he insists on going every where with you. For your own protection of course. There's no telling what you'll find in the woods, so having someone who knows it like the back of their hand would be most beneficial to you. Of course. It's not like he loves being at your side at all times, and misses you when you're gone...

He falls hard. And fast. Your warmth and kindness drew him in, and how he can't imagine a life without you. Holding your hand in his is one of the things he can't ever go without. Your scent is so unique ... And he can't get enough of you. Touching you electrifies him. The way your hands feel against him makes his skin tingle. And with a rut coming around the corner, it gets harder to resist his desires.

Sometimes he gives into instinct. You trust him so much, so he feels okay with the idea of holding your hands above your head as he slowly eases his thick, knotted cock inside. You share heated, open mouthed kisses as your depths welcome him inside, squeezing around him instinctually. It's his first time with a human, and it's then he notices how small, and delicate you are in his hands. And he wants you — needs you more than words could even possibly describe.

Isaac never knew the power behind two very simple words until you whimpered them in his ear as he buried himself to the hilt inside you. Knot me. Just those two words would put him into a frenzy as he did his best to make you come for him. His moans are barely restrained. Everything is a mess as he pumps you full of cum. Isaac can't help but lose himself inside and give into your desires. He's been so weak for you anyways. Please call him a good boy afterwards, he deserves it.

Vincent van Gogh

The pack alpha strongest wolf in the forest, however, he is the most friendly, and makes it a point to make peace with the humans his pack shares the forest with. He met you while he was hunting, and you were harvesting a deer you scored for dinner for the night. He's seen you in passing, wandering the woods, so its about time he's introduced himself.

He's such a friendly wolf ... Vincent's fluffy golden ears rival the sun. His tail wags happily when he talks to you. Despite the big teeth, something tells you that he would never hurt you. Quite the opposite actually. Quite reminiscent of a sweet puppy. But do not let his angelic looks fool you — he's the strongest one for a reason.

After a while, Vincent takes it upon himself to make sure you're safe while meandering his forest. To be under the protection of a wolf ... Such a powerful thing. No creature would dare harm a hair on your head now that Vincent ensures your safety.

Pets are perhaps his most favorite thing in the entire world. His leg does the kicking thing when you get right behind his left ear, and get the spot he can't quite get on his own. Sure he has hands, but you could too... He likes when you touch him... And he loves when he's able to touch you too...

While loving, he's greedy ... By now, Vincent is absolutely infatuated with you, and can't bear to hold his true feelings anymore. You've stirred so many up inside him. They confuse him — scare him sometimes with how intense they can be — but he loves you. He's entirely loyal, and devoted to you... And he wants to prove it to you by making you all his.

His knot is nice. And filling. Slow, deep thrusts fill you as Vincent takes his time, savoring every little moan and cry you make for him. Every selfish desire bubbles inside him, urging him to claim you all to himself, but he wants to enjoy the steady squeeze of your hole around his dick. One taste and Vincent can't get enough of you. He wants to devour you completely... Will you let him?

During Vincent's ruts, he's not as gentle as he'd like to be, and will use you as his personal cock sleeve. As the alpha the strongest one in his pack, he must continue on his lineage with his beautiful mate. He chose you for a reason...

Theodorus van Gogh

The pack's other alpha strong wolf in the pack that lives out in the woods. Theo is second in command. He's gruffer than his brother, and takes no nonsense from anyone. His pack means everything, and he would protect it with his life. But when he met you, he was intrigued by the human who resides at the edge of their territory.

Honey amber ears stand tall, and alert. His senses are sharp, and doesn't wag his tail for just anyone, but its the one thing that blows his cover. His fur is darker in some places, like at the base of his ears and tail. He's a unique looking wolf with clear blue eyes that seem to cut through you like ice. But after some times, Theo warms up to you. While he isn't much for the human interaction, you're fine to be around. The company you provide is nice.

Like his older brother, Theo becomes protective of you. Like a guardian. He watches from the trees beyond, making sure you don't meet any unsavory characters while on your hunting route. He keeps his distance at first, but he makes his presence known, just like the other wolves do. While standoffish, Theo is genuinely interested in you, and feels this urge to keep you safe from the dangers that lurked deep beyond the evergreens.

There was once a time you encountered a bear, and good thing he was around because it was a close call. For the both of you. And from then on, Theo went with you to places, whether it be to town to sell pelts and meat, or down to the river's edge. Nothing would ever dare hurt you ever again. Ever.

Theo grows used to you being there with him, patting his head as it lies in your lap as he rests for an afternoon. Your voice soothes him. Putting him at ease. Afternoons where you go exploring, you'll hold his hand to prevent getting lost. He may have grumbled about it from time to time before like a grump, but he doesn't pull away from you. There's even the occasional squeeze as he wraps his fingers around yours.

I know I've mentioned Theo's massive cock and balls before but his knot.... Thick boy... Its a little difficult at first to fit it in, but when it finally fills you to the brim, pushing your limits as you accept him so fully nearly drives him over the edge. He stays still for a moment, relishing in the snug heat your sweet hole has to offer before withdrawing himself, and slamming back in, making lewd sounds echo in the clearing where they first met. Yes, he would claim you out in the open. It doesn't matter who sees — he doesn't care. In fact, Theo would rather have others know who his beloved human made belonged to.

Breeding kink. Mating press. During his ruts, Theo is insatiable. His claws will dig into your hips as he mercilessly pounds you. Teeth bite into your shoulders and neck as he gives into his wolf instincts to breed his mate. His growls will set your skin on edge as he gives into his more primal side. Put a collar and a leash on him for some extra fun. Call him a good boy too... Tease him a little so that he loses his cool enough so he can really let the beast free

[simplyotome]

LEONARDO!!!

HELLO YES HERE LIES A VERY DED HONDJE 😳🥰😍 WANNA KNOW WHY?!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaAAaAAAAAAAAAAaAAAAAAAAaAAAAAAAAaAA I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 🥰🥰🥰😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

LOOK AT THAT FACE THAT SMILE!!! ITS EVERYTHING!!!

WHAT A VALENTINE’S TREAT!!! 🥰🥰🥰♥️♥️♥️😍😍❤️

Here’s the others to feast your eyes on 😏

[ikevamp-shrine]

Hiya! I just wanted to know if you take headcanon requests and if yes I just wanted to see your take on the ikevamp boys playing seven minutes in heaven? I just love the way you write so much I had to ask ☺️ 💕

Thank you for requesting ❤️ I hope you enjoy this and if you would like me to write for Vincent, Dazai, Shakespeare, Sebastian and Jean just say so (I couldn’t really think of anything for them but I can try again if y’all want it). And thank you for the compliment hun☺️.

Author: @ikevamp-shrine

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Characters: Le Comte, Arthur, Theo, Leonardo, Mozart, Napoleon, Isaac

Prompt: seven minutes in heaven

Warnings: none

It was just supposed to be a small get together, or banquet as Le Comte calls it, no one would have thought it would come to this.... playing seven minutes in heaven.

Mozart

“This is annoying,” Mozart huffed as he once again shoved a mop handle off his form, the wooden cleaning tool quickly falling back against his scowling form.

“At least look at the bright side of our predicament Wolf,” you mumbled wracking your brain for the bright side of being shoved in a utilities closet by a bunch of vampires.

Mozart scoffed, you could feel his eye roll from your cramped position in front of the musician even if you couldn’t see it.

“There is no bright side. We’re in a dark, disgusting storage closet when I could be composing and you could be wasting your miserable life away.”

“Wow Wolf, you sure know how to charm a person,” you laughed weakly trying to make yourself smaller so you wouldn’t enrage the agitated man even further.

Mozart was quiet for a moment, his fingers drumming against the wall in a simple melody. He sighed gently, huffing once more and scrunching his nose, “It doesn’t nessessarly bothering me that much when it’s you, here with me.”

You felt him reach up to sweep a stray lock of his hair away as a smirk slowly warped your lips.

“Aww, so you do like me.”

Mozart sneered at your words, “do not flatter yourself.”

Theo

“Stop touching me hondjie,” Theo grumbled as he pushed your arm away from him.

You sighed, growling internally at his thorny attitude. You knew this was a bad idea- playing seven minutes in heaven that is, especially with the crude art dealer.

“I can’t really move anywhere else now can I you ass?” You mumbled letting your head fall back onto the dark wall, a frown on your face.

“Idiot.”

“Douche.”

“Mutt.”

“Soggy sock.”

“Dramatic- did you just call me a soggy sock?” Theo questioned, interrupting his insult with a baffled tone of voice.

You huffed and rolled your eyes at his words only to push his hand away that magically found its way against your thigh.

Theo shifted, knocking over a broom, and slammed his hand above your head against the wall behind you.

“I asked you a question Hondjie,” Theo growled deeply, grasping your chin between his digits. It surprised you- how gentle his fingers were against your skin. His thumb slowly traveled down your jaw to tug at the plush pad of your bottom lip.

His sweet, syrupy scent mixed with leather and the woody aroma of the whiskey he was nursing just a few moments away was intoxicating. The way it wrapped around your form like a blanket made your knees weak and your head spin with need.

His lips fell to your ear, his tongue licking a wet strip along the curve forcing shivers to spill over your spine.

His breath fanned over your neck as he huskily groaned out his next words, “be a good pup and hold still.”

Leonardo

“Leonardo?” You questioned, confusion lacing the waves of your voice.

You had been in this closet all of three minutes and not once had Leonardo said a thing. The only response you received from the polymath was light snoring.

Your eyes widened slightly as your lips parted from your jaw slackening in shock.

How the hell is he sleeping standing up, you thought.

Reaching out a hand to feel his warm chest; his slow breathing pushed your hand out slightly with each intake of breath. Sliding your fingers along his breast you couldn’t help but huff at how broad he was. It felt as if it took forever to finally reach his shoulder to shake him, albeit- you admit- probably a little too roughly, “Leo wake up,” you try again.

Since it was dark in the cramped closet there was no way you would have been able to see, that in fact, Leonardo’s eyes were cracked open, lazy smirk tugging at his lips.

Leonardo shot out an arm to wrap itself around your waist, simultaneously pulling you flush against his body and suffocating you with his addictively sweet scent.

“Quiet now Cara Mia,” he chuckled lowly sending a shiver down your spine at his warm lips tickling your ear.

No matter how much you didn’t want to leave his embrace you struggled against his hold, growling, “don’t you dare-,” the pureblood interrupted you by planting a kiss to the skin of your neck.

“Close your eyes little one,” he whispered reaching up to stroke your hair as your face burned and lips refused to move.

Soon enough his light snores once more shifted through the dark air.

Le Comte

“Ma cherie, you look ravishing tonight.”

His voice snaps you out of your anxious trace

The small utilities closest you both were crammed into was small and dark. Each breath you took forced your chests to brush gently against each other.

Le Comte’s long leg was trapped in between both of yours causing you to practically sit on his knee.

“Thank you Comte, you look very handsome yourself.” My god, you thought, could this be anymore awkward?

The rustle of clothing penetrated your ear drums as you felt his warm fingers ghost over your cheek, lips, and chin to trace the slight jutted bone of your collar, only for his digits to soon grasp your own. Bringing your hand to his lips Comte planted a gentle kiss against your knuckles.

“Relax my dear, I can hear your heart pounding,” he paused after hearing you intake a deep breath. The pureblood leaned foward, his arms wrapping around your waist, hot breath fanning over your neck, his fangs shadowing the curve of your ear, “besides, we have five minutes left- you can decide how they shall progress.”

Arthur

“By Jove you’re a cheeky little minx,” Arthur’s gasps peppered your ear as the clicking of his belt buckle sounded through the air.

The closest was dark and cramped, but your hands still worked diligently to free his throbbing erection, his own fingers working at the buttons of your shirt. You had wanted to wipe that smug grin off his face and so far you had been successful.

“Stop talking and kiss me.”

Arthur didn’t waste anytime fulfilling your request; the moans sliding passed your lips being swallowed by his own.

A guttural groan slipped from Arthur as you shifted your wrist gripping his manhood. His warm, soft lips pecked at the skin of your neck; his wet, pink tongue darting out to taste the sweat on your flesh.

“We have two minutes luv,” choked out the writer as your other hand slid up his heaving chest to squeeze lightly at his neck.

“Well then, we better make them last.”

Let’s just say when you two came out of the closet, the room, originally filled with people, was clear of any other beings.

Napoleon

“Napoleon?”

“Yes nununche?”

“You’re grabbing my butt.”

His hum rumbled deep in his chest, “my apologies, it was an accident.”

“Napoleon, you’re still grabbing my butt.”

“And it’s still an accident.”

Napoleon nonchalant words forced a laugh to tumble from your grinning lips. Tracing the hard curve of his thigh you found your way to his butt and pinched it tightly.

Napoleon took a sharp intake of breath and chuckled quietly, the closet was dark but he could still imagine the grin splitting across your face reaching ear to ear. He leaned forward, noses bumping each other in a quick kiss, and placed a hand above your head against the wall effectively trapping you in place.

Ghosting his lips across your cheek the previous emperor of France stole a small peck on your plush lips, traveling further down until his eyelashes fluttered against the bone of your jaw.

Giggling at the ticklish sensation you grabbed his hips between your digits tugging his warm body closer.

Wet noises assaulted your ears as his soft lips placed opened mouth kisses to the curve of your neck, Napoleon’s fangs circling over your skin like a teasing tango.

Your grip tightened, “- easy there nununche, don’t get too excited now,” Napoleon spoke, his heated whispers blowing through your hair.

“Well damn Leon’ I’m already there.”

Isaac

“Are you okay?”

Isaac was startled at your question. His hands were placed firmly on the wall behind his shivering form, his nails digging at the paint to gain some sort of balance.

You shifted your knee stuck between his thighs causing a choked gasp to tumble past his thinned lips.

“Don’t move-,” Isaac’s strained whisper was followed by a whimper as his grip on the wall slipped. Gravity forced his body down resulting in his clothed cock grazing against your warm leg once more.

He could practically hear your blood pumping at this proximity and it was driving him mad.

Isaac’s fangs pulsed, his throat burned, his eyes watering with embarrassed tears. He squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw. In his mind Isaac spoke a silent prayer to make it out of this god forsaken closet without stripping you bare and making you speak his name like a curse as he gulped down your very life essence.

“Isaac,” you paused your whispering to twist a lock of Isaac’s cherry blossom hair around your finger, enticing a wanton whimper from the flushed male, “you can drink from me. I trust you.”

Suddenly you were pinned to the wall by a heaving, trembling vampire.

“Please forgive me.” Your desperate moans followed soon after.

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[xxsycamore]

Spring Spell [ Lancelot x MC fluff ]

Word count: 528

Tags: Lancelot uses magic; Pre-Relationship

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A/N: Ahh I'm currently working on a bunch of requests, so I couldn't take any new ones! However I really wanted to take part in the lovely Spring Bouquet content creation challenge by the even more lovely @atelier-maroron so I'm here with this ficlet featuring Lance. I had a lot of fun with it, hope you enjoy too!

Prompt - “Do you want me to pick you up so you can see the cherry blossoms better?”

At last, spring comes to cast its spell over all of Cradle.

The beehive that is the Red army now buzzes more energetically than ever - and, in order to thank spring for coming to wake the world up again, a celebration is in order.

Even for Alice, normally not the biggest fan of having to get over-the-top dolled up by Jonah for those occasions, it's something to look forward to. She falls in love with her pink and white frilly dress so much, that when the king himself compliments her on it, she just nods enthusiastically and makes a little spin for him.

His quiet laughter brings her out of the trance and she finishes off her spin with a hand shyly tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Being Lancelot's date for this event is no different from any preceding ones so far - the butterflies are still in her stomach, set aflutter by the tiniest noise he makes in her regard. Be that tiny noise his - dare she say, angelic - laughter, she is done for. A blushing mess.

"Why don't we take a walk? The blossoms are so beautiful!"

Lancelot nods, thrusting out his hand for Alice to take. He figures her sudden suggestion has something to do with the redness of her cheeks, and the fact that the cherry-blossom lined path is more dimly lit than the table area. He decides against saying further word about it, keeping the amusement of it to himself.

They stroll in the garden, hand in hand, for Alice is too distractively in awe to mind the act of intimate courtesy.

"Your neck is going to snap if you keep looking left and right so frantically."

Not having it in herself to frown upon the comment, Alice chuckles instead, excusing her child-like enthusiasm.

"They're just so beautiful! I've been wanting to see them ever since I first heard of Cradle's cherry blossoms…"

Lancelot hums, slowing his step to a full stop and leaving a puzzled Alice ahead of him.

"Do you want me to pick you up so you can see the cherry blossoms better?"

Eyes blinking open so wide he could see his reflection in them, Alice shakes her head.

"P-Pick me up? No, no, no need for that! I'm fine!"

Lancelot smirks, and waits until Alice turns away from his gaze. The next second, his eyes flash crimson, and…

"Woah--!!"

Alice gasps at the feeling of suddenly losing her footing, and just like that, she is afloat - opening her tightly shut eyes again, she sees the beautiful blossoms up close, so close she could pick their scent so clearly.

King Lancelot really just did that now… Unsure of how to react on the spot, she only meets his handsome red gaze with a smile holding unadulterated amusement. And just as she thought it couldn't get any more beautiful than that, a rush of wind comes out of nowhere, setting many of the little petals dancing around her floating form.

Lancelot almost doesn't want to let her down again, basking in the sound of her laughter. He is starting to get what others call the magic of spring.

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A/N: Since I was not able to complete all the fic requests for the Fall Fluff Autumn Angst Content Creation Challenge, I thought I could still do the ones I had left as headcanons 🌟

I did them for Ikepri here, now its time for vamp!

Napoleon, Mozart, Leonardo x reader

Word Count: 1853

Ikemen Vampire Fall Fluff Headcanons 🍂

Napoleon - Hot Apple Cider 🍎

It is the middle of the night, an hour when everyone should be warm and snug in their beds, lost in the garden of their dreams. You should also be curled against the warm body of the man you love but said body is….not there. Your stretched out hand searches the bed but finds nothing. You wiggle closer to his side, still feeling around and still all you touch are cool, empty sheets. With a groan, you push yourself up, rubbing sleepily at your eyes. Napoleon is not in bed and you know exactly where he is.

When the kitchen door opens, you are greeted by the heavenly scent of warm apple cider. Allspice and cinnamon drift dreamily up from the pot that the man you love is stirring. He glances at you over his shoulder with a sheepish grin on his handsome face.

“I couldn’t help it, Nunuche. I had to.” The conversation you had in this very kitchen, not six hours ago, replays itself in your mind. He was determined to treat everyone to hot apple cider tomorrow. But as he made it, something……something was missing. And despite your insistence that it was perfect, you knew by the glint in those eyes, bright as peacock feathers, that he didn’t agree. And because he is who he is, wanting to do his absolute best at anything he undertakes, he snuck back to the kitchen to make it just right.

You sigh, the sound warm with equal parts affection and exasperation as you walk over to him, sliding one arm around his waist as you eye the dark orange liquid. “And?”

His smile could illuminate the darkest of nights as he reaches for another, smaller spoon and carefully dips it into the cider. He raises it to his lips, blowing softly until he is certain it won’t be too hot for you to sip and then leans close. You drink the warm cider from the spoon and the expression on your face tells him he was right.

“That….is amazing. Even better than earlier. What did you add?” When he holds up the small bowl with the magic ingredient, you don’t recognize it until you bring it closer to your nose. “Cardamom?” He nods, pleased you recognized it. “Oui. Now it is perfect.”

You slide your arms around his waist, expression soft. “Does this mean you are now coming to bed?” You reach up, running a hand over the soft strands of his hair. Napoleon wraps his arms around you, nodding as he drops a gentle kiss to your lips. “I will clean up here,” he murmurs, his voice soft and alluring, “And then….” He kisses you once more. “Nothing…..” Another kiss, this time one that lingers, full of tantalizing promise, “Absolutely nothing will stand in the way of my joining you.”

Mozart - Hot Apple Cider 🍎

The wet, chill fall weather has struck again, making you late to dinner. You had stepped out of the mansion to run an errand, but just before you left the bookstore, the gray clouds decided it was the perfect time to unleash a cold, lashing rain that would have had you soaked to the skin within minutes of walking through it.

Sebastian meets you at the door, taking your hurried explanation with a head shake and a smile. He helps you out of your coat and then directs you to the dining room where several of the men are gathered, playing cards. 

What greets you is the following scene: Arthur, Theodorus, Napoleon and Dazai playing some card game that moves too fast for you and has them all intently focused. Leonardo is literally asleep in the corner of the room, not bothered by the light or the noise. And there at the end of the table is Mozart, watching the others with a smile on his face, cheeks flushed. When he spots you, he beams. You know that face, that look in his eyes.

“Hallo, meine Liebe! I have missed you so.” He makes this announcement in a very loud, very not-sober Mozart voice and you put a hand on your hip as you saunter over to the card sharks. “Ok who did this?” You gesture to the man you love and the smile still plastered on his face. Arthur shakes his head, blue eyes bright as summer. “I swear, luv, I had nothing to do with it!” Theo looks annoyed you’ve interrupted their game. But Dazai’s golden eyes are bright as coins. Suspiciously so. “Dazai……” And then you notice all the mugs of cider. You glance at Mozart who is indeed drinking the last drops from his and already reaching for the jug with more. 

You quickly go to him, gently taking the mug from his hand, lifting it to your nose before you set it back down on the table. He blinks his beautiful violet eyes at you. “I’m thirsty.” You wrap your arm around his narrow waist, giving him a placating smile. “We can drink something upstairs. Come.” Mozart is not used to alcohol and you know if he keeps drinking, he will be cursing the cider, and Dazai’s generous and likely sneaky addition of bourbon. Together you navigate the steps and hallway until you reach his bedroom.

He humors you, allowing you to help him out of his waistcoat and vest. Your fingers undo the soft cravat at his throat. You’re about to suggest he lay down when his hands come up, catching yours. The spiked cider has melted any sign of his usually icy facade, any cool awkwardness he may still struggle with when he is alone with you. Now his expression is warm, inviting. His pale skin is flush with color, his eyes brilliant amethysts caught in sunlight. “I missed you,” he says simply, honestly. 

Those words are rays of sunshine, warming you as you squeeze his hands in response. “I’m here now.” He smiles earnestly and some part of you thinks it is for the best he doesn’t smile at you like this often. You would never be able to leave his side if he did. “Come,” you say for the second time that night. And this time you fall onto his soft bed together, Mozart’s arms wrapped around you. As his mouth finds yours and you taste the lingering flavor of apple cider on his lips and tongue, a small part of you smiles. You’ll have to tell Napoleon how good it tastes.

…….in the morning.

Leonardo - Cozy Sweater 🧶

Leonardo walks into his own bedroom with no idea what is awaiting him. You’re standing in the middle of the room, half undressed. He blinks, taking in the sight of you in your long skirts and only your thin chemise on top. “If I had known you were waiting…like this…, I would have come much sooner.” 

The expression on your face shrivels all the sensual ideas in his head before they even have a chance to blossom. You look….miserable. “Cara mia,” he says, voice now colored with concern as he reaches you, one warm hand touching the bare skin of your upper arm. “What’s the matter?”

“It’s silly….” but he can see it is anything but. “Tell me,” he says encouragingly, still rubbing your bare skin. You sigh, making a gesture toward the bed where he notices the soft, caramel-colored sweater you love wearing. “I was helping Sebastian trim some of the hedges and…” You walk over, lifting the sweater from the bed and offer it to him. He sees the problem. Along the shoulder, there is an ugly, jagged tear, right along the seam. He can also see that you have tried to mend it yourself, but the material is very tricky. It’s a stretchy, knit fabric. One that made it a very comfortable sweater and unfortunately, very difficult to fix.

You shake your head. “I tried to fix it but pulling or tugging causes it to keep puckering and it also just keeps clumping up where I need it to lay flat and why didn’t I think to change before going outside?” You look crestfallen and it tugs on his heartstrings, awakening the burning need to make you smile again. “Should I go and take a sword to the evil hedge that attacked you? Make it pay for what it has done?”

That gets a laugh. It’s a small one but it still counts. You sigh, turning away from him and open the wardrobe, reaching for a dark red blouse. He comes over, taking over the buttoning for you and then cups your face in his hand. “I’m sorry, tesoro.” You offer him a shrug and a small smile, half as bright as usual. “Thank you. Now I have to get over this and go with Sebastian and do the grocery shopping for this week. I’ll see you later.” You kiss him, a soft thank you on the plane of his cheek, and head out. It seems like such a small thing to be upset about, but it would be a lie if you tried to pretend you weren’t.

A few hours later, you make your way up the stairs toward the bedrooms, feeling better. The food stalls and vendors had helped you forget your torn sweater, distracting you with their vibrant wares and charming stories. You open the door to Leonardo’s bedroom, fully expecting to find him catnapping on the bed. He isn’t there, but what you find stops you in your tracks. Your sweater, your beautiful, soft, cozy sweater is folded neatly on the bed. You make your way over, lifting it up, your motion slow with the weight of shock. Sure enough, the ugly tear in the shoulder has been expertly mended.

“Welcome back.” You turn to find him leaning against the doorframe, his mouth curved in a satisfied grin. You look back down at the sweater. The kind of double stitching he did you’ve only ever seen done by a sewing machine, which certainly does not exist. “How….did you did this?” He offers you a nonchalant shrug. “You know me, cara mia. I sleep and I fix things. It’s what I do.”

You carefully set the sweater down on the desk chair, keeping it off the bed, before you cross the room to where he is standing. The look on your face has him straightening up, reaching back to close the door behind him, his own grin slowly growing. You lean against him, stretching up to lock your hands behind his neck as he slides his hands down over your hips. Oh he likes where this is going.

“So my knight in shining armor lifted a sewing needle instead of a sword and saved the day,” you murmur, your gaze bright and inviting. “How ever can I repay you for your kindness, cavaliere?” The Italian word for ‘knight’ falling from your lips nearly sends him over the edge of reason right then and there. 

“I have a few ideas,” he answers, voice husky with anticipation. And then he has you in his arms, his kiss claiming you as wholly and utterly his.

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400 followers special (ended) - character interactions

Ikemen Sengoku

Masamune

Meow meow?

Ieyasu

Telling him you love him nonchalantly while at dinner with the other warlords

Ikemen Vampire

Leonardo

Leonardo, hugs and kisses!

Napoleon

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Mozart

Mozart getting teased by others

Can’t you just properly tell and show me that you love me? It’s exhausting

Arthur

Arthur singing you a lullaby (the ask was "Arthur, want me to sing you a lullaby?” but I read it wrong so it's the other way round ;-;)

Arthur asking you to sing him a lullaby

You crying over a book

Arthur's reaction when (Y/n) comes to his room shivering from cold air

Vincent

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Theo

*hugs theo from behind* i never thought i would see the day that Theodorkus van gogh would actually make me a stack of pancakes

Asking him why he won't come home to you

Surprise! Theo, I brought home a kitten!

Theo responding to a very tired you

Isaac

Telling Isaac you were one of the only kids in highschool that didn't hate him

So, Issac... Want to go look at the stars together?

Telling Isaac you're bad at physics and maths

Dazai

Dazai why are you always calling with random names instead of my name? What should i do for you to call my name?? By the way today is my birthday!

I bought one of your book a while ago and finished reading it in like 5 days, don't you think i deserve a reward for that??

Dazai, let’s take a walk in the garden together. I enjoy your company very much.

I love you Dazai💜

Jean

Aaaaah, Jean you’re so handsome. I might fall for you😔

Comte

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Sebastian

*Walks up to Sebastian, slamming my hands down* Why aren't the dishes in alphabetical order?!

William

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