Hello there uhmm i love all your HC!! Can i request on ikemen vampire boys taking care of MC who got amnesia and forgots only his boyfriend ( but the others she remember it well) and how the boys handles it... uhm can i request for theo, napoleon, faust, vlad, arthur.. if its ok thank u alot i will keep supporting u ❤ sweet ending pls hehehe thank u again
Aww, thank you anon, that means a lot, I hope you enjoy!❤
IkeVamp HCs: Amnesiac S/O
How do they handle their s/o losing her memory of them?
Suitors: Napoleon, Arthur, Theo, Vlad, Faust
Warnings: Slight spoilers from Napoleon, Theo and Arthur's routes
He was stricken when he first realized you didn't remember him. It takes a few moments for it to sink in as he feels something akin to a stone in the base of his throat as his chest tightened painfully.
The longing whisper echoed to nobody apart from his own ears, resounding in his heart as his jade eyes peered into your shimmering ones, that once looked back with adoration and warmth.
He would stop at nothing to get you back. He wasn't giving you up that easily. You meant too much to him, were too precious to him. No matter how much it hurt, he would get you back.
He wouldn't go too overboard on spending time with you but he would treat you exactly the same before you were a couple, in order to rebuild some semblance of a friendship with you.
He doesn't want to force you so he will be patient, ignoring the ache in his heart as he longed to see those luminous orbs of yours glowing with the warmth they always had for him.
It isn't until one beautiful evening, when he brings you to the attic, illuminated only by the star-laden sky visible through the window. It's there that he suddenly kneels in front of you and takes your hand in his and presses a kiss to it, as a devoted knight to his princess.
Whilst you blush at his sudden show of affectionate chivalry, he unabashedly renews that same vow he has always made to you and promises his love and protection to you, no matter how long it would take for you to return his affection.
He doesn't care if you've forgotten everything. He didn't care if you never remembered. He is prepared to start over with you if that's what it took. So long as it's with you.
He is absolutely prepared for that. Which is why he is taken aback when he sees your eyes swim with emotions, so strongly, so violently like a tempestuous ocean as they widen...then fill with tears of love...
Your soft, shaky voice sounded in the silent room in response to his loving words. It's just one word. Just his name.
But it's all he needs to just know. He could see it in your eyes.
The soldier got to his feet and buried you in his arms, your whimpers and tearful apologies swallowed by his embrace, like you were wrapped in a warm blanket during a cold winter night. That very same embrace that would always protect you from harm no matter what came your way.
"Nunuche. Don't cry, I'm right here, ma puce. There's nothing to cry about because I'll always be right here to keep you safe. Always.
You might as well have plunged a knife in his heart. He felt as though someone had thrown cold water in his face when you turned to him and asked him who he was.
He couldn't form any coherent sentence due to the sudden loop you had thrown him for. You, his beloved Y/N, had forgotten all about him. You could've knocked him over with a feather.
He swallows down the rock in the base of his throat and just about maintains his composure in front of you, meeting your gaze with a flirtatious smile.
He acts like his normal self around you and very early on lets you know that he is your boyfriend, a statement that is confirmed by the other residents, to his relief.
However, he makes it clear that he will not pressure you or expect anything from you and rather, you can be friends in the meantime.
He will make any excuse to spend time with you. His writing is on hold, he can't focus on it anyway. Not when you had been suddenly ripped out of his grasp. He honestly hadn't felt this lost since he almost lost you to Adam Worth when you had to drink the supposed "poison"
He will take you out on little investigations, have you play with Vic and just about everything you used to do together.
It really didn't take long for you to start falling for Arthur all over again, despite not remembering him. It made you incredibly shy around him which he gleefully noticed. While it would upset him if you never remembered your former memories, it made him feel a lot better to know that your heart would still belong to him.
That was a dickens of a consolation prize.
But soon, he found that he would get even more than that when during a misunderstanding in which you thought Arthur was getting a little too chummy with another woman and stormed off, subconsciously taking the same route by the Seine that you did so many times with him.
With Arthur on your heels catching up to you, in your hurt, you accused him of potentially pretending to be lovers so he could have easy access to you. Ouch.
He picks up speed and stops in front of you, gripping your arms but what really stops you walking is the heartbreak in the sapphire blue of his eyes, a look that goes beyond that of a kicked puppy.
"Do you really think I'd do that to you? You think I'd deceive you, the most precious woman in my life? No, I didn't lie about that, I could never lie about loving you!"
He pulls you into his arms, softly whispering in shaky tones for you to try and remember, you just have to remember, as he presses gentle kisses on your neck.
Your inquiry is interrupted by the now desperate author kissing you with a passion you don't remember ever being given. It almost makes your knees give out.
When he comes away, he is graced with a flustered and dazed look on your pretty face as you blinked and murmured his name, but he felt it was...different.
"A...Arthur? W...what, w...where am I...what's going on..."
You sound so perplexed as to how you got there, but even more confused by the progression of confusion, shock, then joy and relief flooding your lover's face.
He peppers you with kisses, further deepening your confusion and baffling you completely. He would explain later but right now you would have to sit through his kisses and words of love...
"Blast it, if I knew that would work, I'd have done it sooner...Love...my love...thank you for remembering me...Thank you for coming back to me, my wonderful assistant. "
He honestly didn't even know how to react. How was he supposed to react?
He honestly thought you were joking at first, especially when you turned to Vincent and asked him who the grumpy man with him was. But soon the mystified expression you gave him very much let him know that you were being serious.
He feels a little numb actually. He wasn't sure why but it stung and then he felt numb. Maybe because he wasn't ready to face that reality just yet. The reality he may have just lost his hondje.
He somewhat throws himself into his work to distract himself for a bit. He knows full when it won't help to avoid the problem, he just needs to step away from it to think my clearly.
But once he is able to, you won't be spending much time away from Theo. He will have you with him for his work and his meetings and let you enjoy the paintings, more or less the same way you spent time together prior to being a couple.
It will take a bit of time but it seemed you were having brief moments of recollection of your shared time together, which relieved Theo to no end, though you weren't quite there yet.
It wasn't until a certain day while you were seated with him outside, the energetic King running among the grass, as you spoke in amicable pleasantries that Theo's efforts paid off.
You suddenly comment that King was so cute and huggable and that Theo has a great taste in dogs. He says nothing at first, he just stares into your eyes until you blush.
"Yeah, but I used to have to. But one of them got away from me and I'm still waiting on her to get back to her master."
Somehow, something about his low, seductive tone has you looking back up with slightly puzzled eyes, your breath hitching at the intense cerulean pinning you to the spot.
You didn't understand, yet at the same time, you understood perfectly. That's why your answer is purely instinctive.
"I am not a dog, Theodorus! Why are you always calling me that!"
The angry pout on your face was cuter than it was scary but it quickly vanishes as it's replaced by a look of surprise at your own words, very much mirroring Theo's.
You both blink at one another before his eyes soften as he reaches to you, a little hope in his visage.
He feels almost ready to melt when you don't shy away from his hand, but instead lean your head closer to it until it encompassed your soft cheek, allowing him to caress it. His name is a tender, timid whisper on your lips, telling him all he needed to know in that moment.
You were back. You came back.
You don't have time to try and apologize before he presses his forehead to yours and holds you close to him, right where you belong.
"You've got some nerve hondje...seriously...You realize now I'm taking you with me everywhere to make up for lost time, right."
He punctuates that with a soft kiss to your lips, his fingers caressing your waist.
The immediate feeling of loneliness washed over him, his heart aching painfully.
It was like the blood in his veins turned to ice water. That's how it felt when he looked into that gorgeous face of yours...and saw nothing.
You looked at him as though a stranger, like you had never met before and while outwardly, he is calm, he can't deny the empty sinking feeling inside him.
You were his beautiful flower, his entire world, he could never survive without you.
He isolates himself for days, by all appearances he was brooding and wallowing but that's not it at all.
The man was merely considering how to help you come back to him. He could, would do it, but he doesn't want to harm you in the process.
When he finally works out the details in his mind, Vlad puts his plan into motion by bumping into you while you were in town running errands. You were attracted to his flower cart and he struck up a conversation, making the tremendous effort to act as though you were strangers.
He charmed you into following him to somewhere more private, preferably somewhere with flowers, before suddenly turning to you with his eyes of crimson engulfing you, pulling you in as your world disappears around you and changes to one of beautiful stars in the night as red petals flutter in the air around you, tickling your skin and caressing you in intimate ways. Through the pleasurable sensation, you feel the most gentle hand take your own as the ethereal pureblood leans his forehead against yours.
"Surrender to me...let yourself fall into my arms as my love consumes you fully."
Your mind is filled with his silvery words and sultry tone, your heart filling to the brim with his love.
When your eyes clear, you are back in reality, held lovingly in his arms like a bride as his newly worn cloak blows slightly in the evening breeze.
Shaking slightly and eyes glassy with warmth and sorrow as your head laid against his chest as he watched and handled you with absolute care.
You could barely finish your apology before you felt his lips brush your forehead.
"There's no need for that. Just rest for now, my rose. Rest."
At his whisper, your luminous eyes flutter shut as you fell into a pleasant slumber, surrounded by his warmth as he took his beloved queen back to the castle with him.
He will outwardly act as though it was more of an annoyance than something that genuinely bothered him. He acts like the blank stare you give him doesn't sting, like the curious tilt of your head as you pondered who he was.
He may seem unaffected, but even Charles noticed he was even quieter than normal, more sharp-tongued, and spent more time locked away in his room, supposedly working on something.
He will never admit it, but he was hurting. Why must everything be taken from him by Fate? What divine punishment was this?
He doesn't leave his room often, and when he does, Vlad and Charles just barely see him before he is gone again. What nobody knows is that he has been tirelessly working to reverse your condition. No matter what it took, he would reverse it.
And reverse it he did, when, in just a week, he manages to convince you to take a concoction of his creation. How? He fed it to you by injecting it in your favourite treat.
Your eyes grow somewhat bleak and dazed as soon as you ingest it.
You question what he gave you as you sleepily rubbed your gorgeous eyes and peered at him through your lashes and pause when you actually get a look at him.
Your voice is small, questioning and confused. He can sense the familiarity, the worry and of course, recognition.
Beautiful, blessed recognition. You remembered him.
He still maintains his composure but the flood of relief he feels as he peers into those shining eyes that see him once again threatens to crush his facade. He gives you a sharp glare, though it feels a little weak as he grasps your shoulder with a secure and gentle hand.
"You have subjected me to a great deal of stress. Unforgivable."
Your saddened and teary-eyed murmurs for forgiveness make the corner of his lips tug upwards.
"You will have to make it up to me."
He tugs you into his chest where he holds you securely with no intention of letting you after finally getting his much loved guinea pig back.
