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[carnelianns]

hi guys! i lost interest in this franchise, so i’m sorry to say that carnelianns will be permanents closed :( my works will still be here, of course, i just won’t be taking anymore requests. thank you for all the support and positive words! you all truly helped me improve my writing and myself.

i’m so thankful again for all of you. for those who read my works and for those who supported me, especially those i grew close to.

love, phie

[carnelianns]

MC: ieyasu called me “pretty” today

MC: actually, he called me “pretty fucking stupid” but i’ve decided to focus on the good things

[carnelianns]

hiya luv !! I’ve never sent you a direct message before or anything but i just wanted to say welcome back 🖤🖤 i really adore you and your writing so I’m proper happy to see you’re doing good & feeling motivated again ! please don’t feel guilty for having a break or anything, we know you have a life too and that should take priority — how you have a lovely day ! x 💕

thank you so much for this!! i was rly nervous posting that MANE i thought i’d get flamed so hard 😓😓 ily MWAH

[carnelianns]

Hi! I love your stories! I was wondering if you have some sort of masterlist?

hiii this is long overdue but i’m working on one :> i hope ure well!

[carnelianns]

carnelianns is back :>

hellooo! i said i’d explain everything in the next post so here it is. idw drag on too long but long story short, i stopped playing the ikemen games for a looong while because i felt, well, unmotivated, and it was even harder to continue writing, if you could imagine.

i know my hiatus was really sudden and i’m really sorry for that :( my askbox is a mess right now and i feel so guilty. I WILL BE REOPENING MY ASKBOX, but i will not be doing the requests before that. i’m so sorry please bear with me i’m really trying to just give more content for you guys, but looking at month-old requests make me feel like shit :((

i have way too much school requirements but i’ll be sure to deliver this time :> please please don’t request things that are suuuper specific such as.. the boys reaction to you being a russian swimmer with 2 older sisters or something. i wanna write things that most of us can relate and have fun with, which is why i quickly lost motivation for some asks.

if you rly want, you can send me an ask with your personality/appearance n all (like a matchup ig) and i’ll reply with my thoughts or something.

that’s all! thank you so much for your patience :> ALSO if you were one of the people who constantly checked up on me, asking me if i’m okay and all, thank you so much <3 you know who you are & i’m rly grateful for that MWAH

[carnelianns]

hi! does anyone still remember me?? i miss u all :>

[carnelianns]

Hi I hope you’re doing well and congrats on the 200 followers! ❤️ I was wonder if you can do a head cannon of Jonah from Ikerev and Isaac from ikevam and you tell them you’re pregnant! Idk if you wanna make the pregnancy reveal special like giving Isaac a book on babies or something and giving Jonah a little red army hat 🤷🏽‍♀️ you’re amazing I think u can think of something better!

i’m sorry for answering so late huhu

Jonah Clemence

The Queen of Hearts’ observation skills shouldn’t be underestimated, so it was a bit hard to hide the news from him. 

However, it was actually Kyle who first pointed it out. Quite nonchalantly, really, while both of you were fixing up his infirmary.

“So, how are you going to tell him about the little one?”

“... What.” “You know, in your belly.” “In my what.” “... Oh.”

As such, Kyle was a big help in hiding the pregnancy from your lover. It’s the least he can do for surprising not only himself but you as well.

But there’s only so much you could do in the short amount of time before Jonah found out, so it was that you find yourself sitting in front of him, nervously munching on your dinner. 

Although the Red Army rarely eats together — they started doing so more after your arrival, actually — Kyle had made it extra clear not to interrupt the both of you. 

“Why do you look so shaken?” He frowns, setting his utensils down. “Is there something wrong? Who dares inconvenience the Queen of Hearts’—”

His silly concern has your nerves easing up, you happily waving him off. Jonah doesn’t question it and simply continues eating. 

It’s when dessert comes does his face brighten up even more. He’s too focused on his beloved mille-feuille to notice the fact that the chef had brought you two of your own mille-feuilles, or the secretive smiles you two shared. 

“... Why do you have two?” Jonah asks after swallowing a bite, narrowing his eyes slightly at your desserts.

“I have to eat enough for the both of us, you know.”

“But I already have my own,” he points out. “We’re only two, so two mille-feuilles would be enough… right?”

You simply hum, chewing on another bite. Jonah’s eyes widen at your vague response, setting his fork down.

“Right?”

“Jonah, it’s not nice to interrupt when people are eating,” you chide teasingly, watching how his eyes intently follow the hand of yours that travels down to your stomach. “And do you really think two mille-feuilles would be enough to satisfy your child?”

A flurry of emotions spin in those bright eyes of his as his mouth drops open. In an instant, Jonah’s right next to you, strong arms wrapped around your seated form in a way that leaves you unable to see his face. 

“I’m going to be.. a father?”

There’s one emotion that stands out just slightly above the happiness and the surprise: apprehension.

So you pull back, cupping his face into your hands and, with the softest voice you can muster, say, “You are. And a great one at that.”

The Queen of Hearts cries quite adorably that evening. 

He then proceeds to order the chef to make you mille-feuille for every meal and break you have. 

Your little surprise gave the dessert a whole new meaning, and even the other members of the Red Army noticed how his eyes brighten just a bit more whenever he takes a bite of his favored food.

Isaac Newton

Isaac is a bit.. slow on matters regarding relationships and everything in between, so it isn’t a surprise when the man shows absolutely no reaction to your signs of pregnancy. 

He honestly just thought you were going through a phase or something. 

And so you turn to Arthur, which is.. actually a great investment, because the tease is wholeheartedly ecstatic at the news, and because he’s actually quite skilled in pregnancy and childbirth. 

“Can you please use apples when you do the child reveal? Please?” Is something you hear often when you visit for checkups, accompanied by some puppy dog eyes and clasped hands.

The fact that you even considered his suggestion shows some signs of desperation — you had no idea how to break the news.

Although when Arthur slipped a book on infants on an unsuspecting Isaac’s desk, you just knew you had to act now. So with the help of Comte, who smiled like a proud grandfather when you told him of your dilemma, a custom mug was made.

Said mug had the simple words, ‘You’re going to be a father!’ engraved on it.

“... Must I drink this atrocious thing?” He asks, giving you a slightly pained look as his eyes move from the mug in his hand then to your eyes in a slow cycle.

You chuckle slightly, shrugging. “I’m not forcing you to drink the smoothie, though I do think you’d quite like it if you finished it.”

“But it’s — it’s apples.” “Yes.” 

He gives you one last look of disgust before finally relenting, nodding dejectedly. As you walk out the door, you manage one last, “Be sure to finish it, okay!”

It’s a few hours into the afternoon and you’re peacefully cleaning up the living room — Comte tried getting you to stop working; he really did — when a wide-eyed vampire bursts in, slight foam from the smoothie on his lips and mouth hanging open.

“You’re pregnant?!”

“Oh, great,” you sigh in relief. “I thought you weren’t gonna finish the drink and—mmph?!”

Your words were cut short when Isaac pulls you into a tight hug. There isn’t time to wrap your arms around his, however, as he pulls back, a worried expression on his face.

“Heavens, does that hurt the baby? Did I just hurt the baby? Christ, is it going to hate me now? Will I never be allowed to touch it anymore? Am I—”

“Isaac,” you say, a comforting grip on his arm and a gentle smile on your face. “You didn’t hurt the baby, and it certainly doesn’t hate you. You’re the father, after all.”

“And,” you start, giving him a peck on the lips which always manages to tint his ears. “You have me. We’ll get through this together, yeah?”

Isaac has to get parental lessons after finding out. It’s a joint effort between you, Comte, Leonardo, and, surprisingly, Arthur.

He quite loathes the lessons with Arthur. The latter of which is absolutely overjoyed when he heard you did, in fact, use apples. 

He won’t admit that he sometimes asks Sebastian to secretly make the smoothie for him. Not for the taste, of course; he just likes to be reminded of the moment he laid eyes on those six little words.

[carnelianns]

Unnerving (Mitsuhide Akechi)

Genre: Humour, Fluff

Word Count: 1.6k+

A/N: a day in the life of mitsuhide akechi.. as a child. there’s barely any mentions of mc cos the ask wasn’t centered on that so... also it wasn’t specified so i jus made it like this :>

Unnerving...

Is the first thing Mitsuhide thinks when he looks down upon his tiny form, one being swept up by the flimsy fit of his now oversized sleepwear.

Now he usually isn’t the type of person to panic over, well, any situation, really, but his current predicament admittedly has him staring at himself for a good few minutes before owning up to it, sighing belatedly.

With golden eyes seemingly far too big to hold such a daunting expression and lips too small to harbor a smile of malice, Mitsuhide can only ignore his problem, doing his best to keep his questions of why he’s stuck like this at rest.

Like this, meaning like a child.

Although I do wish the gods bestowed upon me this wonderful blessing on another day. There’s a sarcasm only he can hear in his thought as he trudges towards a certain room in the Azuchi Castle in some hurriedly bought kimono — one his maids hesitantly asked him if he needed assistance in putting on. He did not take their offer.

(He wishes he didn’t, but it was far too late, and there’s a very thin line between being “fashionably late” and receiving one of Hideyoshi’s lectures.)

After much confusion from the guards guarding the Castle — and for good reason; he’s currently a child, after all — Mitsuhide makes his way towards the meeting room, sliding the shoji open, the welcoming chatter of the other warlords filling his small ears.

“Mitsuhide, you’re finally here! I told you not to be late—”

“... Lord Mitsuhide?”

“Huh.”

“What the fuck.”

“Masamune, language!”

“What a warm welcome.” He smiles, ignoring the numerous pairs of eyes on him as he takes his seat. “I apologise for being late, my lord. I was in a bit of a.. predicament.”

Nobunaga’s blank look slowly morphs into a slight smirk, only bringing Mitsuhide’s eye to twitch ever-so slightly.

“I must say, Mitsuhide, you do look rather.. small today.”

He’s never really thought of flooring his lord, though he does admit it passes his mind at times. This is one of those times.

“And if I may kindly ask, what the fuck.” Masamune’s voice rings in his ear, the child in question turning his head to his side to see a confused yet slightly grinning fiend. 

Everyone seems so punchable today… I wonder why.

“Masamune, language!”

“I said kindly this time,” he argues, turning back with a shit-eating grin. “Are you really Mitsuhide? You look.. tiny.”

No one asked for your opinion, you intolerable troll. His insults do seem a bit childish today. Mitsuhide’s quite glad his brain-to-mouth filter is still working properly, though.

“Yes, I agree, he does look a bit smaller today. Perhaps I need new glasses..?” 

Or you need a new brain. The innocent way in which Mitsunari rubs his eyes only brings the man in question to clench his jaw infinitesimally.

“I woke up like this is the truth. You may not believe me but,” the enigmatic smirk on Mitsuhide’s face grows even more as he meets the eyes of every participant in the room. “I could care less. So, shall we start?”

Silence drones through the room for a few moments before being broken by a few snickers. Nobunaga is letting out a hearty laugh, Masamune’s chuckling whilst pinching the child’s cheek, and Hideyoshi has his hands clasped together, almost as if muttering a prayer.

“Don’t say such things with that look on your face. It’s..” Ieyasu pauses, grimacing. “Disgusting. Please.”

“Lord Ieyasu used the word please! He must be desperate.”

“Shut up, Mitsunari.”

The council finally starts after a few more painstaking minutes.

Mitsuhide absolutely detests being in a child's body. It’s his biggest takeaway from today. In all honesty, he thought he could go about as if there was nothing wrong. 

He, in fact, could not. The poor man couldn’t even take a single step without getting called out. 

“Hey, shortie, what’s the weather like down there?”

“Masamune, I ask you to kindly leave before you lose your other eye.”

The man in question snickers, only ruffling Mitsuhide’s hair like one does a child’s — which is exactly what he is.

The action only brings a grimace to his normally smirking face.

“Tough talk for a little fella like yourself, don’t you think?”

Masamune managed to leave without a single scratch on his body. Fortunately.

Really, just what in the world happened for him to turn into this.. monstrosity? He’s quite confident in his looks, but he does admit that his past self does have some chubbiness in—

“Ack! I’m so sorry! You were just so small, I didn’t see you there.”

Mitsuhide manages a smile. “It would have been better if you left the last part out, Mitsunari.”

There’s a visible change in those violet eyes of his, almost as if much more focused and determined than before. “Lord Mitsuhide, if you’d like, I can stay with you as to ensure you do not face the same—”

“I would not like that.”

Mitsunari recoils slightly at his tone, before nodding solemnly. “Alright.”

When he finally makes his way towards the kitchen for some water, he bumps into yet another person. Now, he honestly has nothing against Hideyoshi, but the way the man’s eyeing him as if he could quite so literally break any second now was a bit unsettling. Just a tiny bit. 

Mitsuhide barely reaches up for a cup when the Mother Hen says, “Do you need help with that?”

Almost automatically… Mitsuhide visibly shudders, just a tiny bit.

“Though I do appreciate your kindness, I’ll’ have to decline. I’m not a child, Hideyoshi.”

There’s a complete and utter silence as they exchange looks. It’s as if a thousand words were attacking the young child from those bright, emerald orbs of his comrade.

Almost pleadingly, “... You are.”

Almost defeatedly, “... I am.”

Hideyoshi helps him with his cup of water. An unspoken agreement to never speak of this again was made. 

And just right before he was about to leave the Azuchi Castle, a summon from his lord was received. Of course, the man is in no position to say no, so Mitsuhide trudges with his tiny, five year old legs towards his lord’s chambers with numerous thoughts about what could possibly be the topic of their conversation running through his head. 

… Having a tea party with Oda Nobunaga was not one of them. 

“My lord, if I may ask, why are we sharing tea right now?” He inquires carefully after a while, gratefully accepting the konpeito coming from Nobunaga’s large and calloused hands.

“Do you not enjoy it?”

Just when a few lines of denial were about to tumble out of his mouth, Nobunaga — laughs, only causing amber eyes to widen slightly. 

“You just looked awfully tiny like this. It brought back memories.”

The simple words betray the way his lord’s eyes softened for just a split second. Just like how it did when they were children. 

Memories of loud laughter and booming yells, of days spent in the fields and innocent games of hide and seek flood his mind.

“... I see.” Is all he can say.

After peacefully — albeit quite awkwardly as well — chatting with the daimyo for a few more minutes, Mitsuhide finally acquires the signal to leave. Bowing one last time, he slides the shoji closed, making his way towards the entrance of the Castle. 

Slowing down ever-so slightly, he notices how everything just seems so much.. bigger. How his steps feel lighter, how the stars almost shined brighter against their dark canvas. 

It’s as if being reverted to a child brings him back the slightest bit of child-like innocence as well. 

“Mitsuhide.” 

He’s brought out of his thoughts when a familiar voice fills his ears, instantly being bombarded by a flash of yellow. A displeasing shade of yellow, really. Just the shade. He thinks.

It’s as if being reverted to a child brings him back the slightest bit of hostility as well. Not that he’ll admit it, of course.

“To what do I owe this lovely pleasure, Ieyasu?” He ignores the slight sarcasm in his own tone. 

The taller man only sighs, shoving a piece of paper into his tiny hands. Mitsuhide catches a grimace on his face as he averts his gaze, wide eyes moving towards the many scribbles on the crumpled paper.

“I researched why you’re.. in this form again.” Ieyasu starts walking away, his back turned. “I want you to turn back quicker.”

There’s the slightest tinge of pink on his ears, and Mitsuhide smirks wide at finally being granted the upperhand.

“It seems as though you wish for me to return back to normal, Ieyasu. I’m flattered; do you miss my adult self that much?”

A loud scoff resonates through the halls, the man in question not bothering to turn back. “I’d rather die than say that.”

The sound of his footsteps come to a halt after a few more moments, and from what Mitsuhide sees, it’s as if the man is weighing out his words at the end of the hallway.

Finally, he hears, “You’re just disturbing to look at in this form. To see a child tangled up in all this mess is…”

Mitsuhide wakes up the next day as himself, as the conniving warlord, the cunning fox. He’s glad that he’s back, glad that he’s finally an adult once more. Yet why is there that particular emptiness in his chest, thinking of what was, of what could have been?

(Of the times without war and without blood, withought fights and without betrayal. Without the loss of innocence, without the loss that comes with being an adult.)

He drowns these away, before it’s him that’s drowning.

There’s a few thoughts in his head, leftovers from the fever dream that was yesterday. Although only one remains as he stares at the clumsy mess of a girl, far too pure and far too.. breakable for this world. 

Dragged into this hell after innocently saving his lord’s life. 

His heart almost aches. Almost. He finds he doesn’t really have a heart capable of doing so.

To see a child tangled up in all this mess is… unnerving.

[carnelianns]

hellooo

firstly, i know i haven’t posted in a whole week and i’d like to apologise for that. i’m not gonna make excuses but there was just. too much going on. with myself & my mental health (being cooped up alone in quarantine sucks), and even with my country and the world in general. i was busy just.. trying to breath, you know?

BUT i’m back and i’m fine and mentally stable enough to write again!! i’ll clean out my askbox (but please, it’ll take time and i’m sorry for that) and open it once more when i’m done hihi

thank u all for reading this n for reading my works :>> mwah

[carnelianns]

May I request some headcanons of an ikevamp mc that is pretty good at self defence and sword fighting? Napoleon and anyone else you can write please :D

hi anon i hope ure happy w just napoleon ft a lil arthur n jean

Napoleon Bonaparte

He gets a peek of your, ah, talent when he finds you and Arthur in an.. unusual position, the man in question whining as you hold his arm in a way that looks quite painful. 

Napoleon only chuckles slightly when you explain the flirt’s previous advances, and your immediate response to said advances.

“Arthur, not to be mean, but you kind of deserved it.”

“Rude!”

Ever since then, he’s been interested in what more tricks you have up your sleeves, so don’t be surprised if you catch him staring. 

He does notice how your gaze lingers on him and Jean after delivering some snacks while they’re sparring, and languidly asks you to join them after sometime. 

The emperor’s eyes start shining when you move with a calculated grace, swinging the épée almost effortlessly, up to par with his own talent. 

You are now officially invited to sparring practice. Napoleon gets a kick out of you beating Jean up, though he tries to hide it. 

He does a terrible job at hiding it.

“Mademoiselle, I must, once again, remind you that I am taking it easy on you, because if not, then—”

“Jean d’Arc your body is all beaten and bruised up like a banana so please don’t try to act cool.” 

Your arms are akimbo as you stare down the sweaty and slightly panting vampire, bruised and slightly cut from your previous round. 

A choked laughter resonates through the huge room, your heads turning to the only other person who’s averting his gaze in a desperate attempt to hide his wide smile. 

“... Called you a banana…”

His footsteps are surprisingly really silent, so oftentimes does he come up behind you only to be on the receiving end of one of your techniques.

Poor man just wanted to wrap an arm around your shoulder — after hesitating on it for god knows how long. He wasn’t really expecting to end up on his knees, an arm pinned awkwardly to his back. 

“Ah, nunuche… are you going to let go..?” He manages, wincing ever-so slightly as you panic, immediately getting off of him.

“I’m so sorry, Napoleon, I just wasn’t expecting you to come up from behind!”

“It’s fine.” The slightest pout tells a different story. 

“What were you trying to do, though?”

He averts his gaze, pink tinging his cheeks as he mumbles, “Nothing important.”

“Did you.. want a hug?” You ask, before grinning, moving to wrap your arms around his waist. “You should have just said so, silly.”

Napoleon did not want a hug — it was more than he bargained for. 

He, however, is very grateful for said hug, if the way his arms awkwardly yet comfortably snake around your shoulders says otherwise.

[carnelianns]

Yukimura: how do i make a date romantic?

Shingen: try being mysterious

Yukimura: got it

[later, on a date with MC]

MC: so, where are we going?

Yukimura: none of your fucking business

[carnelianns]

I DIDNT KNOW THEY CHANGED THE IKEVAMP ICON omg comte’s so fine i’m gna sob

[carnelianns]

Can you do général dating hcs for fenrir please? 💙

i luv fenrir maybe that’s why this was so long oops

Fenrir Godspeed

This man is actually an unbelievable hopeless romantic, though he tries to keep it on the down low. 

Of course, the ever enthusiastic Ace of Spades enjoys sprightly activities such as riding bikes around a scenic Cradle, or perhaps running around the streets in the late hours of the night. 

But he’s just as putty for candlelit dinners in quaint restaurants and picnics at pretty flower fields with you. 

(He’s honestly just a sucker for spending time with you, but you didn’t hear it from me).

Fenrir enjoys calling you by your name since he thinks nothing beats how sweetly it rolls off his tongue, though he does call you “babe” or even “love” at times. 

He has the biggest habit of sliding his arms around your waist from behind, a cheeky smile on his face as he buries his head into your shoulder. 

Fenrir absolutely loves giving you kisses — ones on your nose especially. There’s just something in that little look of surprise on your face that warms his heart. 

Once he saw you in one of his sweaters and could not function properly. 

He then proceeded to literally chuck even more of his clothes at you with an impish smile on his face, defending himself with: “I can’t help it! Do you have any idea how cute you’re lookin’?!”

You often hear your name being yelled in the hallways, and you’re already used to the running that comes after. 

“Fenrir! What did you do this time?!” You hiss at your boyfriend, hastily looking back to catch a scowling Sirius right on your trail. 

“I may or may not have fired some flower bullets in his room.” “Fenrir!” “What? I thought the old man would like it! He needs some jazz in his life, ya know?”

He has a nasty habit of professing his love at the most random times. 

“... I can’t believe you love me.” 

You roll your eyes, huffing as you patch up another small wound of his. “Yeah, me too.”

“No, I’m serious, I can’t believe you love me.” The earnest tone he uses has you meeting his gaze, your breath hitching as you catch the pure sincerity shining in those doe eyes of his. 

There’s a silly smile on his face as he brings his hand to your cheek, caressing it lightly, almost as if you’ll disappear any moment now. 

“I love you. I love you so much, and it drives me mad knowing I’m the one you chose to love.” 

His cheesy words flow out despite the slight flush of his cheeks, only causing you to avert your gaze when your own face heats up.

“God, why do you say all these cheesy things at the most random moments?”

His laugh resonates through the room, a squeak coming from you as he pulls you close, trapping you in a warm hug.

“I can’t help it when I’m thinking it all the time.”

[carnelianns]

I remember you saying you got back into Haikyuu!! some time ago... Does this mean a new Haikyuu!! writing blog? 🤔

AAAA i’ve rly been thinking about it but idk if anyone would be interested 😔 i luv my haikyuu bbys doe

[carnelianns]

Bless you and this blog. I absolutely love it. Hope you're happy and well!

THANK U!!! i love it when ppl interact w my blog it makes me feel all warm n tingly aaaa. i hope ure doing well too!!

[carnelianns]

Hello luv just here to drop by and say that I really love your writing! I admire your way with words and how you describe the characters. You capture emotions so well🥺❤️ I hope you're staying safe bub. Always wash your hands❤️

AAAA tysm for ur support!! i rmr u from way back & it’s so heartwarming to see u say that 🥺 i hope u and everyone else are safe too!!

[carnelianns]

Hi! If requests are open, can I get how the IkeVamp Boys (Napoleon, Arthur, Leonardo, Comte, and Theo if I have to choose) would react to their s/o being a mercenary and/or assassin in her time? Thanks.

Napoleon Bonaparte

He can't help but to be wary. Threats against his life were not rare — he can count on more than a single hand how many failed assassinations there were. 

In fact, although he was the first to help you when you entered the mansion, he couldn’t help but feel a bit.. off whenever he’s around you.

But that doesn’t hinder him from interacting with you — after all, everyone has their own secrets, and, well, he was the former emperor of France, so.

And when you finally do tell him your previous occupation, all he can do is let out a tiny, “Oh.”

He’s shaken — hopefully not visibly, but you’re far too perceptive to not notice — and it takes quite a bit of silence for him to straighten up once more. 

It’s how you bite your lip, the way you fidget ever-so slightly with your hands, the shadow overthrowing your face that gets him to smile softly in a way that you always do, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.

“Nunuche. There’s no point living in the past.” A faraway look enters his eyes for a split second before cerulean meets your eyes once more. 

“What do you say we learn together? How to live in the present, I mean.”

And surprisingly, the two of you grew even closer after the secret was out. 

You partake in a little game wherein the both of you try to “assassinate” one another by lightly hitting each other at a certain spot. Napoleon is terribly good at dodging your sneak attacks at the last second. 

This is also an explanation for those moments you end up being cuddled by a groggy Napoleon, not intent on letting you go as punishment for trying to assassinate him in the morning. 

“Can I please get up? Sebastian’s going to kill me.” 

He huffs, but there’s a small smile on his face as he buries his head into your hair. “Maybe you should think twice before trying to kill me in my sleep then.”

Leonardo da Vinci

All this man really wants to do is to make you smile, so when you enter the mansion practically exuding melancholy, he’s, well, determined. 

The way he’s somehow always in your vicinity is uncanny, though you don’t really mind. 

Leonardo is actually very comforting once you get to know him and his tendencies, so it’s no surprise when you end up leaning on him and confiding in him. 

He’s silent for a long while, shock encompassing his features, before he clears his throat, shooting you a roguish smile.

“For someone as bright as yourself, I wasn’t really expecting that to be your job, cara mia.”

He doesn’t really mind after. As long as you aren’t, well, assassinating people now, there’s no point in fussing over it. 

He entertains your curious ramblings, and even goes out with you to buy, uh, assets. Leonardo always busies himself with god knows what as you look at different types of knives.

You do catch him staring at times. And when he notices your questioning gaze, he simply smiles, all sorts of soft and gentle. 

It’s unfair, how breathtaking Leonardo da Vinci actually is.

“It must be hard to let go of something as dark as what you once were, but I’m glad I get to see the smile on your face much more now.”

Arthur Conan Doyle

It’s common knowledge that Arthur is awfully perceptive, be it from his career as a writer, or as a doctor, or both. 

He picked up on your little habits, how your footsteps are barely audible, the way you tense ever-so slightly when people get too near. 

And how it looks as if you have a horrid burden weighing on your shoulders, no matter how hard you try to hide it. 

Of course, he doesn’t push on it. He never does. Just stays the same old Arthur, the rotten flirt and the man you find yourself laughing with in a lot of situations. 

Surprisingly for him, he was the first person you told about your past job. And honestly? It’s not just rainbows and sunshines. 

As kindly as possible in an attempt to not hurt your feelings, Arthur excuses himself from the room and from you, not even talking to you until a few days after the conversation. 

“I know it was horrible of me to leave for days, and I apologise once more. But I’ve been thinking, and,” he meets your gaze, slightly faltering at your bitten lip and the nervousness radiating off your form. “Are you okay?”

… What. Your confused gaze warrants a bitten lip from him this time, Arthur messing with his hair.

“Although your previous job was, well, immoral, it must have been hard, mustn't it?” And kneeling in front of your seat on your bed, you meet his smile — a genuine one. 

“I’m here for you, love. You can tell me anything, yeah?”

And so it was that you opened up to Arthur Conan Doyle that night, who happily held you in his arms, not once leaving or letting go. It’s a common occurrence now. 

“The little bird slept like a baby in my arms last night, really.” You hear his teasing voice waft out from the living room the next day.

He has no time to think before you sprint out of the kitchen with a kitchen knife in hand. Theo only smiles in delight as he hears the yells of his previous chatmate, sipping his coffee in peace. 

Theodorus van Gogh

Someway somehow, you managed to befriend the snarky Dutchman. 

Befriend as in he doesn’t mind your presence nor does he mind teasing you until you practically explode. 

And from a man filled with secrets to another, Theo is very much aware that you have something to hide. When you do tell him what that is, he’s silent. 

Much like Arthur, he has to take a few days off and away from you to clear his thoughts. Not to the point of leaving the room whenever you enter, but he certainly doesn’t engage in conversations with you unless necessary. 

“Hondje.” You perk up at the familiar voice filling your ears, turning your head to meet the man. “You’re.. You’ve changed, right? So let’s.. let’s start talking again…”

He definitely struggled. “Did Vincent tell you to say that?”

“Of course he did,” he scoffs, then averts his gaze, ears tinged the slight shade of pink. “But I do mean what I said…”

Chaos ensues when the two of you are finally seen together again. The residents don’t mind — it’s awfully entertaining when they see Theo getting put in his place.

“Theo’s being lectured again! Living room, now!” Arthur hollers through the halls like it’s a long awaited event, and soon enough, about half the vampires are in the room.

“Your threats don’t work on me anymore, knabbeltje.” “Oh? Then perhaps I have to turn the threat into reality now, don’t I?”

Arthur, Vincent, Leonardo, and Napoleon share a laugh at Theo’s silence. Poor guy, really.

Comte de Saint-Germain

Comte has a little habit of observing you, seeing if you’re alright and whatnot, so when he sees your distrusting countenance, he’s quick to think of what may be bothering you. 

He’s asking you if you need anything, if you want anything, if you wish to tell him anything. And, of course, telling you “Should you need someone to confide in, I am always here.”

And so you do. You spill your secret, and the surprised look on his face is instantly wiped off with a gentle smile, his comforting voice filling your ears.

“I’ve witnessed a lot of things in this life of mine, ma chérie, and though I do admit that’s surprising, do not fret; I’m not the type of person keen on abandoning others.”

He’s far too understanding for his own good. It warms your heart.

Honestly, he quite enjoys how carefree you’ve become after you spilled your secret — the image of you happily sparring with an equally enthusiastic Jean and Napoleon is something he thinks back on constantly. 

“... I may have to think about your request.” He falters at your pout, hoping you didn’t pick it up.

“But you said you’d grant any wish of mine.” 

“Indeed I did, ma chérie, but guns and knives are different.”

His pointed look only causes your pout to deepen. It’ll take a lot more begging for the man to grant your wishes.