27 y/o Dutch otaku obsessed with the Cybird Ikemen games and Touken Ranbu (check my TR sideblog).
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My main biases are manchildren (Masamune, Fenrir) and grumps (Oliver, Theo). *makes grabby hands* But who am I kidding, they're all amazing boyos <3
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Tricks - Ranmaru Mori x MC (NSFW)
It’s been a while since it was just the two of us, hasn’t it? - Le Comte de Saint-Germain x Evelyn (OC)
A very Merry Christmas with the Queen of Spades - Sirius Oswald x MC
Love Bites (So Do I) - Theodorus van Gogh x MC
The story of Nora (my OC) and Logi (Shrimpi’s OC):
Chapter 1: All Of Them
Chapter 2: Healing
Cybird End of Summer Shorts event drabbles:
Show Off - Masamune x Kiyo (OC)
Nice and Ready (NSFW!) - Mitsunari x Reader
Winter Day - Sirius x MC
Cake - Masamune x MC
Maybe Not So Bad After All (Theo’s POV) - Theodorus van Gogh x MC
Maybe Not So Bad After All (MC’s POV) - Theodorus van Gogh x MC
Pixel Art
I do pixel art on commission! For more info, check this post!
Design
IkeRev Shipping Wheel
Ikevamp Shipping Wheel
MidCin Shipping Wheel
Spoopy Name Generator - IkeSen
Spoopy Name Generator - IkeVamp
IkeRev menus
Character Palettes - Azuchi
Character Palettes - Kasugayama
If Instagram was in Cradle - Black Army - collab with @hydemeincradle
If Instagram was in Cradle - Red Army - collab with @hydemeincradle
If Instagram was in Cradle - Neutral Citizens - collab with @hydemeincradle
If Instagram was in Cradle - Bonus Edition - collab with @hydemeincradle
Aaww i’d like the ikevamp boys with babies please 🥺🥺
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Wouldn’t we all?! DaddyVamps! I’m soft!!! I’m not sure who you like best, so I’ll mix up the group of three so you get different kinds of baby-holding ikemen. How abouuuut... Jean, Leo, and Theo(!)? I hope they are ones you like! ♥️
Jean is exactly as tender a father as you’d imagine, very serious and careful (and solemn) in the first few days. Around three months, when the baby giggles for the first time, his happiness and wonder become more evident to anyone who sees them together. Eye crinkled at the outer corner, his voice even softer than usual. You knew all along, of course! Jean takes so little sleep to begin with that he takes charge of anything overnight that you don’t absolutely have to do. He will not wear the baby, but he will carry the child everywhere and gets really good at doing things one handed. Infants love light/dark contrasts so Jean’s baby is going to be fascinated with his eyepatch and hair and how they stand out against his face. Jean quietly croons French lullabies and nursery songs to the baby day and night. He’s not territorial but he is very hands-on, so you may have to encourage him to give the baby back to you sometimes. He is very, very devoted to teaching your child to read. 💜 Baby grows up grave and very, very gentle, only showing ferocity when their sharp sense of justice is violated.
Leonardo is astonishingly choked up at first (everyone who knows him is astonished, anyway), and treats your newborn like a precious and delicate treasure. When a few weeks go by and he has the time to see baby literally growing more sturdy before his eyes, he relaxes back into his usual chill, drawly ways. The baby seems to be soothed best of all by Leo holding or wearing them against his chest, subtly bouncing, and humming out little “huh huh huh, huh hun hun, ah ah ah”s as he pats their bottom with one hand and paints or turns pages with another, and the sight makes you want to work on another baby IMMEDIATELY. As baby gets even stronger, Leo’s the type of dad to hold bambino/a by the back and flip them over until they get the gurgle-hiccups laughing. He carves them so many wooden toys, lots of figurines of all baby’s zii in the mansion, and tiny simple machines. Tries to teach the baby to say “il cuneo, la puleggia” and the other names way before they are ready to talk. Their eventual first word is “papà” and he gets choked up again—visibly tearful. Covers the baby with kisses until they laugh. Later, 100% the kind of father to hold the child upside down by the ankle at the beach. 🤎 Baby grows up industrious but dreamy, obsessed with locomotives from an early age.
Theo mocks the baby... gently. “Why all the fuss, huh? Disrespectful. You disturb the peace of this place,” he says. And then he doesn’t even check to see if anyone is looking before he rubs his nose against the tiny one in the swaddle he holds. He and the newborn have staring contests* and Theo begins, quickly, to be proud of the child’s intense, assessing gaze. Baby loves Vincent so much and that’s... a good thing... it is! The baby has taste! The baby is smart enough to recognize family! That playful, ever-fun Uncle Arthur is another of baby’s clear favorites makes Theo tch so much it’s one of the first sounds the child attempts to imitate. Theo keeps his manners but despite his mellow sarcasm toward the child, he is DEFINITELY the most boastful of the fathers toward everyone else, quick to bring up what magnificent new thing the van Goghling has done. “This child grasps my finger with strength you would not believe! This small child prefers to look at ultramarine, of all the blues! This child toddled toward the finest color on their uncle’s canvas!” For awhile, Theo has trouble finding his footing in love, now that his heart is in thirds and his purpose includes fatherhood. He figures it out, though. 💙 Baby grows up ruthlessly practical and shrewd, with a hidden gift for lifelike sketches with charcoal pencils.
this was supposed to be a shitpost about how isaac thinks in cursive, shakespeare speaks in cursive, and dazai alternates between speaking in comic sans and in wingdings. but the i got too genuinely invested in this so have this post instead
napoleon
i don’t see him having a super fancy handwriting bc he prefers practicality over fanciness so i can see him having something that gets its point across simple and clear like:
mozart
something neat but also with ✨ flair ✨ like
the bigger the loops are, the worse his mood is 💀 (no matter what, his loops never touch,,, two ships passing in the night)
leonardo
i don’t remember if his handwriting is ever canonically described but i imagine it’s like a scrawl bc you know him, he doesn’t really give a fuck. and he’s got a lot in his head that he needs to get down on paper ASAP so he writes like this:
arthur
most of the time, it’s loopy and pretty while still being readable bc he wants to put on his best front for everyone. unlike mozart, his loops don’t depend on his mood—he goes for CONSISTENCY. that said, when he’s sleep-deprived from writing all night, his handwriting does a full 180 and becomes the most unintelligible shit that even he can barely decipher
vincent
his handwriting is cute and simple. he tried cursive once with arthur’s coaching and theo’s eyes nearly bled out when he tried reading the note his beloved broer had left for him. RIP theo’s eyes 😔
theo
i imagine theo’s handwriting is a little like a scrawl too bc he’s a busy man, lots of clients to see and plenty of letters & proposals to write, so he writes fast. HOWEVER he makes sure it’s still readable unlike leo’s chicken scrawl so that’s what his handwriting looks like
dazai
i know dazai writes in japanese BUT if he wrote using the english alphabet, i bet it’d be something really pretty and elegant like this:
nice big loops, long swishy tails, all fun and whimsical to hide the true pain deep inside him 😔
isaac
something simple bc he doesn’t have the time or fucks to give about having ‘pretty’ handwriting; all he cares about is having his SCIENCE down in clear black & white before him. most of the time his handwriting is literally some CALIBRI shit like this
of course if he’s in a rush then his penmanship would look like calibri on crack. otherwise it’s nice and neat, nothing too fanciful, so it’s easy for him to reread his notes later
jean
if/when someone teaches jean how to read and write…… well let’s call him being able to read a good first step. having legible writing can always be worked on in time to come
help this looks like a kid trying to be eDgY by scrawling like a fake murderer’s note or something 💀💀
shakespeare
nothing but beautiful cursive for shakesy-boi, a man of class and elegance. this really doesn’t require any explanation; just LOOK at the way that egg looks 👀👀😩
comte de saint-germain
were you expecting anything less?? he is a classy gentleman, so he’s gotta have the handwriting to match but sadly not the wardrobe to match 💀 compared to the others with cursive penmanship though, his is more… controlled, i would say? bc he’s carefully crafted this ‘kind gentleman’ persona and he desperately wants this to reflect in his handwriting too
sebastian
if he ever writes using the english alphabet, this is what it would look like. he’s got 10 residents’ every action they make and every breath they take to record down in his stalker diary, so he’s not gonna give a fuck about neatness as long as he’s got everything down and HE can read it later. in fact, it’s all the better if others can’t read it so he doesn’t have to….. answer to them.
Oh, the sun is setting. Look at the wonderful colours in the sky. I suddenly realized how relaxed I felt compared to this morning, and it was all because of Masamune. Was this his plan all along? It had worked though. Up until now, I’d been so focused on leaving that I hadn’t really taken in the people, the things, the sights of 16th century Japan.
Mai “Thanks for the tour. I had a good time.”
Masamune “No need to thank me, kitten. Besides, the day is not over just yet.”
Mai “It’s not? Oh yeah, you said something about people waiting for us.”
Masamune “Yes. I’m sure they’re all very hungry by now. We need to make dinner quick.”
Mai “You’re going to cook?”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This hotshot warlord can cook? Masamune shot me a roguish smile.
Masamune “No, WE are going to cook.”
Mai “I’m flattered you assume I can be of any help!”
As we continued walking to the manor, my brain was trying to wrap around the fact that a man of his status cooks. He even did the shopping himself! In my mind that didn't fit the image of a warlord. We arrived at the manor before the sun had sunk behind the horizon completely. We were greeted by an older looking man who bowed respectfully.
??? “Welcome home, Lord Masamune, Lady Mai.”
Home? That’s odd. Why would he be welcoming me home?
Masamune “Thank you, Kojuro. We got the last ingredients for tonight’s feast. Would you mind bringing these into the kitchen?”
Kojuro “Of course.”
Kojuro took our haul after Masamune handed them over and entered the manor. Masamune then turned to me.
Masamune “That is Kojuro, one of my main vassals. He’s been with the family for a long time. You better start memorising names, lass, you’ll be seeing a lot of him.”
Mai “Really? Does he also work for Nobunaga?”
Masamune “Nope. He’s either with me or in the manor.”
Mai “I don’t understand.”
Before I could get any more explanation out of Masamune, I heard a vaguely familiar voice from behind me.
Kiyotaka “About time you two arrived. I was almost starting to get worried.”
Masamune “Lass? We need to go, they’re waiting for us.”
Mai “Oh! I’m sorry, I lost track of time. It was really nice to talk to you, Hikaru. I hope it’s okay if I return here sometime.”
Hikaru “Of course! You’re always welcome!”
She’s so nice! I smiled brightly at Takeshi and Hikaru as we said our goodbyes and left the shop.
Masamune “We need to make one more quick stop for some fresh fruit. Then we’ll go to my manor.”
Mai “Okay.”
Masamune led me back onto the streets and towards a fruit stall where a shy young lady and a bubbly young man were talking to each other.
Masamune “Why am I not surprised to find you here, Ranmaru?”
Does he know everyone around here? The man Masamune called Ranmaru turned around when his name was called, revealing a fresh peach in his hands.
Ranmaru “Hello, Lord Masamune! Ohhhh, is this the Oda Princess Lord Nobunaga has been talking about?”
Right, I’m a princess now. With that in mind, I forced my best polite princess-smile onto my face.
Mai “Hello. I’m Mai.”
As I introduced myself, Ranmaru walked up to meet us and raised his hand in a tiny, cute wave. He had the sweetest, most charming smile I'd ever seen on a human being-- unless he was part puppy.
Ranmaru “Nice to meet you, Lady Mai! My name is Ranmaru Mori and I’m Lord Nobunaga’s page. If you ever need anything, please don’t hesitate to talk to me. I hope we can be friends!”
Mai “Thank you, Ranmaru. I’ll keep that in mind.”
Masamune “Hello Miyu. Did he bother you for peaches again?”
Miyu “I-It’s okay, he comes by almost every day…”
Ranmaru “But you see, I love peaches and Miyu’s are simply the best!”
The shy vendor lady called Miyu blushed fiercely upon hearing Ranmaru’s words and looked away. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the scene in front of me. Ranmaru looks to be a kind, bubbly person and he seems fond of Miyu. Judging from the blush, Miyu felt the same, although she might have trouble admitting it. How cute!
Masamune “I can’t disagree with that. I get all my fruit here. Ten apples for me today, please. And some peaches, if you have any left.”
Miyu “C-Certainly, Lord Masamune.”
Miyu quickly scrambled off and gathered Masamune’s requested produce. Off to the side, I could see Ranmaru pouting. Masamune and I shared glances and both laughed.
Masamune “Don’t worry, there will be plenty of peaches left for you. I just need a couple for dessert.”
Ranmaru “Hmpf, there better be.”
Miyu soon returned, handing over a small box with the fruit in it. With all the shopping done, we then made our way back towards the castle.
Masamune had succeeded in getting me out of bed and onto the bustling streets of the castle town. I couldn’t help but look around in wonder at all the stalls and the crowd of people. He led me through the entire market and explained all kinds of things about the shops. As he did, he picked up several food items and made small talk with the vendors. He seems to know these people quite well. Does he shop for his food himself? Doesn’t he have people that do that for him? At the end of one of the market streets, I spotted all kinds of fabric laid out in front of a shop and I stopped to fawn over them.
Mai “These are gorgeous!”
Masamune stopped next to me and looked at me with interest.
Masamune “You like fabric, kitten?”
Mai “I love it. Back before I ended up here, I was actually on my way to become a fashion desi— uh, a seamstress.”
Masamune “That so? The owner of the shop, Hikaru, tends to many of us in the castle. She’s also one of the few female shop owners here in town.”
Right, even in my time it’s still not really common for women to be business owners.
Masamune “Come on, I’ll introduce you to her.”
Masamune put a hand on my back and urged me to step inside the shop. I pushed aside the curtain and stuck my head inside, only to bump into a muscular chest.
??? “Oi, watch where you’re going, will you?”
A grumpy rumble sounded from the chest I’d ran into, and when I looked up, an equally grumpy face stared down at me.
Mai “I-I’m sorry! I’ll be more careful next time!”
Behind me, Masamune chuckled.
Masamune “Grumpy as ever, Takeshi?”
Takeshi “Lord Masamune!”
Upon realizing Masamune was there too, the man’s facial features relaxed a bit. He then turned back to me.
Takeshi “My apologies, I didn’t mean to come off this strong.”
Mai “It’s okay. We all have a bad day sometimes.”
??? “Don’t worry, he’s not having a bad day. Grumpy is just his default!”
A short lady with light blonde hair and round glasses appeared from behind Takeshi and elbowed the man teasingly. Takeshi sighed audibly and rolled his eyes, making the woman chuckle. They seem very close. Are they a couple?
Mai “I’ll take your word for it.”
Masamune “Hello Hikaru. Good to see you again. How’s business?”
Masamune asked this question to each of the vendors we’ve spoken to today. They’ve all answered with pretty in depth answers, almost like giving a status report. Did he always do this when he went to the market?
Hikaru “Very well, thank you for asking.”
Masamune “Mai, this is the owner of the shop, Hikaru Narita, and her lover, Takeshi Fujikawa. You might see him around the castle, he’s the leader of Nobunaga’s Elite Five.”
Nobunaga’s what now? I should ask about that later.
Hikaru “Nice to meet you, Mai!”
Hikaru flashed me a friendly smile and bowed to me. I returned the polite gesture.
Mai “Nice to meet you too. You have some lovely fabrics out in the front. The patterns look so intricate and colours are gorgeous!”
Hikaru “Thank you! Are you a seamstress too?”
I nodded enthusiastically, happy to be able to talk about my passion. We ended up having a lengthy conversation with Hikaru where I asked about her work and her shop. I was super interested to find out how a seamstress worked in this period, and how she came about setting up a shop on her own. I was so invested that I hadn’t even noticed that Masamune and Takeshi were having their own conversation. After a while, I heard a voice calling out to me.
Masamune “Lass? We need to go, they’re waiting for us.”
Masamune “No problem. So I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
Mai “Tomorrow?”
I went over every conversation in my head, trying to remember anything about tomorrow, but it was all a blur.
Masamune “Just be ready at noon.”
Masamune grinned at my confusion and then walked away without saying any more.
Mai “But— Wait!”
He kept on walking, not listening to my protests. I sighed as I entered the unfamiliar room that I apparently could call mine for the time being. I am so done with this day! I flopped down on the futon and looked around to take in my surroundings. It’s a nice room at least, it’s got all the essentials. I could live here for three months as long as I can get someone to bring me my meals. I stared at the ceiling as my thoughts started racing once again. I felt so out of place there, like I really didn’t belong. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before. I pulled the blanket all the way over my head trying to banish my thoughts, and eventually, after what felt like an eternity, sleep washed over me.
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Meanwhile... The warlords continued their feast for as long as the sake flowed, but the bottles eventually ran out. Everyone left one by one, retreating to their rooms for the night. Except for Kiyotaka.
Nobunaga “What is it, Kiyotaka? Are you about to tell me why you are here and Masamune and Mai are not?”
Kiyotaka chuckled at Nobunaga’s remark.
Kiyotaka “Did I fail to entertain you, my lord?”
Nobunaga “That’s beside the point. The answer to my question?”
Kiyotaka “I’m sorry, I can’t tell you the reason why Masamune and the princess left. I was tasked to take Masamune’s place and ask you a question once I had the chance.”
Nobunaga “Speak.”
Kiyotaka “My lord, do you have any particular tasks in mind for the princess?”
Nobunaga “None. Unless she causes trouble, I’m fine with letting her do as she pleases. That was always my intention.”
A smirk appeared on Kiyotaka’s face as he sat down before Nobunaga, leaning in with a knowing look.
Kiyotaka “Then, Lord Masamune has an offer for you.”
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The next morning.
Mai “I don’t wanna—!”
I whined with my face buried in the pillow. I woke up several times during the night and didn’t feel rested at all. I couldn’t stop thinking about how I wanted to go home and away from these people. I was especially not thrilled to find out what crazy thing Masamune had in store for me today. Is he going to train me? Make me his concubine ? Feed me to the wolves? I pulled the bedding over my head and curled up into a ball. I stayed like that for what felt like hours until I heard a voice on the other side of the door calling out to me.
Masamune’s Voice “Mai? You in here?”
I tensed up and held my breath. Please, leave me alone. I kept silent in hopes he would get the memo and move on with his day. Then, I heard the sound of the doors sliding open. Are you kidding me?
Masamune “Come on, lass. Rise and shine.”
I heard his footsteps on the tatami mats. Maybe if I don’t move, he won’t notice I’m here under the blankets. But I could hear him kneeling next to me. Go away, please go away! For a few seconds the room was completely silent. Then, I felt a poke on my stomach, making me mewl.
Masamune “See, I thought there was a kitten here! She’s making cute sounds, too.”
Before he even finished talking, his hands were all over me, tickling me through the covers. I tried to resist, but couldn’t help laughing loudly at his assault.
Mai “M-Masamune! No, please stop!”
Masamune “Not until you get out of bed.”
I rolled off the futon to try and escape from his tickling fingers to no avail. Masamune followed me with outstretched hands and wiggling fingers, not planning on letting go of his prey. I was getting out of breath from laughing so much.
Mai “Masamune…! I don’t want to! Please! Let me go!”
Masamune “Nope! I have an extra fun day planned for us. Not leaving here without you.”
I tried to think straight, but it was hard doing so while rolling through my room trying to escape the tickle wrath of a very persistent warlord. He has planned a super fun day? That doesn’t tell me much though. What activities are considered ‘extra fun’ in the Sengoku? It’s not like we can go to a theme park or a movie theatre...
Mai “So you’re not going to feed me to the wolves?”
Masamune “What? Wolves? No, we’re going shopping.”
Oh. Realising my assumptions might have been a little far fetched, I decided to give in before I ran out of oxygen.
Mai “Fine! You win! I’ll get up!”
Masamune “Good. And you better hurry, they’re expecting us.”
Well, that just happened. Of course, my choices for staying here and accepting the job were “yes” and “yes, my lord.” I just need to keep my head about me… And my neck attached to my shoulders. Nobunaga ordered a feast to celebrate the appointment of his new chatelaine— me. There were piles of food, fit for a daimyo, but I didn’t have much appetite. I’m Nobunaga Oda’s chatelaine. And that means? How do I take care of a castle? And the people living in it? I stared into my sake cup, lost in thought, as the warlords around me continued to enjoy the feast.
Masamune “What is it, lass? Can’t hold your sake?”
Masamune approached me with a stupid grin on his face. Before I could answer, Mitsuhide joined us with mischievous eyes.
Mitsuhide “Like you are one to talk, Masamune. Are you sure that’s water in your cup right now?”
Masamune brought his cup up to his nose and sniffed, before laughing loudly and clasping Mitsuhide on the shoulder. Is this some inside Sengoku-era joke I’m not getting? Mitsuhide peeled Masamune’s hands off of him and excused himself.
Masamune “Don’t worry about him, lass. Why don’t you tell me what’s wrong, eh?”
Mai “Just a little overwhelmed. I’ll be fine.”
I tried to muster a smile so he would get off my case. Just go do warlord things with your warlord friends, will you? The sooner I can get out of here and hide in my room, the better. Masamune leaned in close and studied my face. I tried to keep my smile going as I studied him too. His eye was curious and he was so close that I could make out every individual scratch on his leather eye patch.
Masamune “I don’t believe you. You look like you want to get out of here.”
I gasped in shock as I didn’t expect him to voice my exact thoughts. Are you some kind of mind reader?
Mai “How did you know?”
Masamune “I’m right, aren’t I? It’s all over your face.”
Masamune’s face brightened, thinking he had me all figured out. His one blue eye sparkled with joy. Can he stop bothering me already?
Mai “Maybe. Maybe not. What does it matter to you?”
Masamune laughed. I have to admit he has a handsome face when he laughs like this, little smile lines next to his eye and a toothy grin.
Masamune “You’re breaking my heart with your coldness, kitten. Here I thought we were having a great time! We need to change that.”
His tone was teasing as he handed me my full sake cup and a little plate with some snacks. I shook my head and held my hands up in refusal.
Mai “No thanks, I’m not hungry or thirsty.”
Masamune “I just want to see you smile, kitten. That’s all. Then, how about I help you sneak out of here?”
Mai “You would?”
Masamune “Sure, give me a moment.”
I watched as Masamune left and I glanced around the room to try and spot familiar faces. Mitsunari was having what seemed like a one-sided conversation with a grumpy-looking Ieyasu. Mitushide had joined Nobunaga’s side and was sharing a drink with him. Hideyoshi had a group of vassals around him who were having a fierce discussion. On the other side there was another group who were laughing and yelling at each other. It was very rowdy, and quite intimidating. I have no idea what Masamune’s plan was, but if it means I can retreat to my room and get away from these loud warlords… Masamune popped his head through the sliding doors after a short while and waved me over. I quickly stood up and snaked along the walls towards the door, entering the hallway where I was greeted by Masamune and another man. He had long burgundy hair, deep grey eyes and about the same height as Masamune.
Masamune “This is my vassal and best friend, Kiyotaka. I will escort you to your room and he will cover for us in there.”
Masamune nodded towards the door we just came out of. Masamune is best friends with his vassal? How does that even work?
Mai “All right. Thank you.”
I bowed to Kiyotaka in thanks, who in turn flashed me a handsome smile.
Kiyotaka “It’s nothing. How can I turn down the offer of free sake?”
Mai “I guess it’s not so bad if you put it that way…”
Kiyotaka winked at me before entering the rowdy room. I stared at his back as he disappeared. Is it me, or is he about as flirty as his boss? He sure is handsome though, that smile was something else...
Masamune “Hey now, don’t go drooling over my best friend, lass.”
I whipped my head back towards Masamune.
Mai “I’m not drooling!”
Masamune “You totally were. Here, let me see.”
Masamune reached out to my mouth, pretending to wipe away the drool. I batted his hands away.
Mai “Just show me to my room already! And keep your hands to yourself!”
Masamune “Yes, yes.”
He let out a chuckle and walked past me further into the hallway. I followed closely behind, trying to memorise the way, but the sun had already set and the dark, dimly lit hallways looked way different than they had before.
Masamune “Here you go.”
Mai “Thank you for bringing me back, I wouldn’t have been able to find it on my own.”
I guess I should start to learn my way around the castle if I’m going to be of any use to Nobunaga. Maybe I could ask Mitsunari to show me around. Or I can just hide away in here and hope they will all forget about me.
Masamune “No problem. So I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
Whaaaaa okay this is scary and exciting at the same time! The idea for this fic has been running in my head for over a year and it has been plotted for a while now, but NaNoWriMo finally got me to actually start writing my very own Ikemen Sengoku route for my OC Kiyo. I’ve finished the first chapter and will slowly but surely be posting it here on Tumblr :D The fic will be a long and chopped up into 10 parts per chapter, just like in IkeSen! Find below the links to each part.
Chapter 1: Change of Plans
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6 (Coming soon!)
This piece is so adorably cute that I couldn’t help but write a little fluffy drabble to go along with it ^-^
Tender Moments
Words: 387
Pairing: Le Comte de Saint-German x MC
Genre: fluff
Warnings: Spoiler alert! Le Comte’s real name is mentioned
With a soft knock on the door I announced myself, using my elbow to open the door and enter the familiar room of the owner of the luxurious mansion I was currently living in. A few meters away I spotted the man in question, my handsome pureblood boyfriend, seated in one of the sitting chairs. He was wearing his usual suit, only his long coat that usually dressed his shoulders was missing. A loving smile appeared on his features as soon as he saw me.
“Bonsoir, ma chérie,” he greeted, putting the letter he was reading aside, “Finished work early today?”
“Yes.” I hummed affirmatively. Whenever Sebastian didn’t need me to help with dinner preparations, I would make fresh herbal tea and then visit Le Comte’s room to spend some time with him.
“I brought tea. It’s a new blend I found in town today.” I carried in the tray with a teapot and two cups to the coffee table.
“Merci beaucoup. You have great timing, I was just starting to get a little chilly,” he said as he patted his lap, “Will you sit with me?”
“Of course!” I beamed, before brushing my skirt against the back of my legs and sitting down gently on his lap. He reached beside the chair and produced a soft, deep red blanket, draping it over both our legs. Then, I felt one of his arms around my back, hugging me close. With his free hand, he cupped my cheek and forced my gaze up towards him.
“Thank you for your continuous hard work,” he said as he brushed his thumb over my cheek in soft circular motions. Before I could answer, he leaned in and placed the most tender of kisses on my lips and then guided my head to rest on his shoulder. I sighed contentedly, relaxing in his comforting embrace.
“You always say this, but I care as much about all the residents as you do, Abel. I enjoy helping Sebastian in taking care of them, I don’t need thanks.”
“Yet I will continue to do so, as I really am grateful to have such a wonderful woman by my side,” he said in a way that made me give up my protest and surrender to the warmth of his body and his words, “I love you.”
