Hi! This is my first time requesting so I'm a bit nervous, I wanted to as of you could do mc who has mommy issues, like her mom mentally abused her, I'm sorry if this is too much too ask you can ignore it if you want( ◜‿◝ )♡
P. S I have been a fan of your work lately and have been stalking your account for any new updates lol but keep up the good work your an amazing writer (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡
Ah, it's people like you who keep me writing, anon! Thank you!💖💖❤❤
IkeVamp HCs: Abused S/O
How do they handle an s/o who has been abused by her mother?
Suitors: Napoleon, Vincent, Isaac, Dazai
Warnings: Mentions of emotional and mental abuse, parental neglect
Napoleon
The former emperor was never one to pry directly into people's affairs unless they were willing to tell him and that went for his nunuche as well.
However he couldn't help but notice a sudden shift in her behavior one day when she started acting a little different.
Any criticism, teasing or any scolding she received, she took especially hard. Harder than she normally would actually.
When Sebastian had lightly scolded her over a mistake she made while Napoleon was present, one would think he had driven a knife in her heart. He hadn't said anything out of the ordinary or anything particularly cruel, but the darling looked so crushed that both men were taken aback, especially when she hurriedly excused herself and ran out the room, near tears.
Was it even a question that Napoleon went after her almost immediately?
He really didn't take long to find his belle at the gazebo on the bench, her trembling form obvious from miles away. He wasted no time going up to her and pulling her into a warm embrace.
He will wait until she is calm enough to open up.
His grip tightens around her just a little, to keep himself from shaking with anger when he hears all about her cold and abusive mother, how she berated her daughter for every mistake she did and made her feel like nothing she did was good enough.
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head as he let's her cry on his shoulder, running his hand up and down her back.
"It's okay, don't cry, mon ange, I'll protect you, and your heart from now on. So don't cry, okay...?"
He is a man of his word and he had yet to break any of the promises he made to the woman he loves.
Vincent
He had been awoken by whimpering next to him to see his sunflower crying in her sleep. Her beautiful face was wet with droplets of sorrow and distress as her soft lips mumbled apologies to someone, and promises to do better.
Worried, he gently woke her from her nightmare, unable to stand her tears for long.
If there is anyone who can understand the pain of being unloved by a parent, it's Vincent. So when she opens up that her nightmare was about her mother, her very vulgar and ill-tempered matriarch who made her life nothing short of a misery.
Vincent tenses as he listens to his beloved weep her sorrows onto his chest, his heart tightening.
With anger? Sadness? Sympathy? All three?
He couldn't be sure, but it was not a pleasant feeling. He could definitely relate to what she was feeling and it was only because of the sunflower in his arms that he could ever rise above it. And he would do the same for her.
He raises her face, holding the pretty visage in his hands as he kisses each tear away with such heart-rending tenderness, that the woman's sobs died down to quiet whimpers which are briefly cut off by a peck to the lips.
"Shh, it's going to be okay, scatje. I'm right here. I'll always be right here."
He would spend as long as he needs to shower her with the adoration she deserves. Until those woeful tears turn to the brightest of smiles.
Isaac
The physicist can very vaguely relate to having an emotionally distant mother, but to be treated in such a way? That was cruel.
He can't help but feel terrible for his darling when she opens up about how unkind her own mother had been to her and how it impacted her from early childhood.
He suddenly wishes he hadn't asked about her family. It had only been a casual question, that led to the poor dear to tear up.
He couldn't understand how anyone could hurt such a sweetheart?
If her mother was so cruel, how did she bring such an angel into the world?
Questions he could debate later but right now, his love needed to be comforted.
He tenderly takes the tearful maiden in his arms, tentatively as to not alarm or frighten her, tucking her close to his heart that aches at the sight of her tears.
The awkward physicist may not be as silver-tongued as the blasted authors that tease him on a daily basis, but he would be damned of he couldn't pour every ounce of love inside his heart into the fragile beauty in his arms.
"Please don't be upset...I can't stand to see you cry. I...love you too much."
He tries, he really does. He just wants to see that beautiful smile and nothing else.
Dazai
His heart aches, more so than usual when he finds his beloved Y/N in tears one evening. She was cooped up in the library, all by herself in just her nightgown, staring far off into nothingness with just a handkerchief to wipe her never ending tears and the many books to keep her company.
He found himself moving towards her before he could stop himself and seating himself beside her before taking her in his arms, earning a startled gasp from the distraught maiden.
He doesn't push her to tell him what's wrong but he doesn't plan on letting her go until she is better. It's then that he finds out about her experience dealing with her cruel and negligent mother.
How she called her names, how she blamed Y/N for everything wrong in her life, how she always insulted her in every possible way...
As she weeps through her tale, she is pressed to her lover's chest, so she couldn't possibly see the tension in his expression. But if she looked up, she'd see his lips pressed into a flat line and his golden eyes narrowed ever so slightly as they gleamed with the almost imperceptible flicker of anger.
He doesn't speak until she is finished and he only holds her tighter, cradling her as her body wracks with sobs as he whispers sweet words of comfort into her ear. He wants to let her know that none of those cruel insults were true. That she was a wonderful person and she meant the sun and moon to him.
"You're adorable, even when you cry but please, dry your tears my love, I'd much rather see you smile. If you don't smile, I'll just have to make you, won't I?"
He may not be able to make her happy, but her smile is his peace and she is his joy. He'd tell her he loves her as many times as she needs to hear it. The man is good with words.
would you like to do some more spicy dream hcs for ikevam?any character is fine :)
I WOULD. :D Thank you so much for asking for more of these! Last time I did Comte, Dazai, and Mozart hearing their MC having a spicy dream next to them. This time let's do... Theo, Leo, and Charles-Henri.. eo. Please enjoy!
(Requests are closed, I am trying to finish up outstanding ones ASAP. Seven left after this! I'll post a masterlist when they are all done.)
He'll tease her when she wakes up, but until then he's content to. Well. Tease her.
You know you don’t get to get to have all the fun, sognatrice…
“Tell me everything,” he whispers brightly. “Everything you remember about your dream just now. Don’t you dare leave anything out.”
Theo is so attuned to her that her first shift in sleep opens his eyes. He closes them easily enough, but tucked close as they are to one another (big snuggle couple), he feels and hears every other way her body reveals what kind of dream she's having. Soft whimpers and whines are too obviously the sounds she makes during sex, and Theo's not usually one to take this kind of liberty... but he's also not one to deny they're literally sleeping in each other's arms because they're together and in love. He'll tease her when she wakes up, but until then he's content to. Well. Tease her. He'll gladly slide his hands down her back to her ass and pull her closer, and he will rock right back against her. If he ends up whimpering or whining from the way it feels to have his woman against him, oh well. Her fault. Theo won't be able to wait long, he'll kiss her or pinch her awake after a couple minutes. And then if she really needs it, he'll gently raise one of her legs so he can press inside, slow and full. He loves the idea of sleepy sex (because he likes her that domesticated and content). But in the morning he’ll be telling anyone who will listen that SOMEONE wouldn’t let him REST last night…
Leo laughs (beautiful bastard) when he realizes what kind of dream she must be having, and plans to leave her alone. He probably touches her cheek and mutters fondly that he'll let her sleep it off. But when her hand slides inward from her hip, he's not about to leave that alone. He’s on that wrist in a possessive flash. He won't be so careful when he tugs the hand to his mouth that there’s no way the movement will wake her, but if she stays asleep... he might nibble her palm, or maybe breathe all over her collarbone and throat, warming her and taking in the scent of her skin. He loves the way her body is present in his breath as it comes back into his body. If he truly thinks she’s still (somehow!) asleep, Leo will prop himself up over her and keep her in place with his hips on hers, gently but immovably pinning her to the bed since she’s so determined to keep dreaming. You know you don’t get to get to have all the fun, sognatrice… He will only move when he’s ready to touch himself, and then he’ll get off easily as he grins over her, dark and pleased over his sleeping beauty.
And then he’ll slide down slow, so all his mess moves with him as his mouth goes between her legs. There, Leo will pull out all the stops to wake her up: lips and tongue, and of course those deep rumbling murmurs she won’t be able to help but feel once he’s got her as sensitive as she made him.
Charles knows something is about to happen to her before it actually does. Her smell changes and her body tenses a little, like when she’s about to sneeze, but... not. He is across the room, working on something as she dozes late at night, but of course he’s conscious of her every breath, and the way soft sounds leak into a few of them. He goes to her on silent feet, curious how much of this he’ll be able to observe without waking her (she is delightful when awake, but so full of movement and she looks away so often). When he kneels by her chair, he is delighted by the gentle but unmistakable scent of her arousal, and he has to ball his hands into fists to keep from touching her. He’s so torn, because of course he wants to wake her-- he suspects she would be needy or at least extremely receptive, which he loves-- but he sees this for the opportunity it is to watch her as closely as he wants without making her fidget, for once. He settles for hovering his hands over her thighs, and his nose in front of her belly, and bites his lip to keep his own soft sound from escaping.
When her hips make an innocent but indecent roll in the chair, he can’t take it any more. He nearly tears her skirt trying to get it up and out of the way, and wakes her up with an eager kiss and the strength of his arms lifting her out of the chair and then settling her back down... onto his lap.
“Tell me everything,” he whispers brightly. “Everything you remember about your dream just now. Don’t you dare leave anything out.”
Perhaps he pulls a little more out of her than she actually dreamed. But he makes it up to her by making true the dreams she does confess.
hello there! thank you for requesting, and im very sorry its super late! and super dumb abvsagduv also i hope i got this right bc honestly i have no idea what im doing already---
so at first mc didnt know why theodorus van gogh was calling her “hondje”
she spent a good few days thinking theo was very friendly because he already had a nickname for her
jokes on her lmao
it was only until vincent heard it and told him off for his choice of a nickname did she realize
le gasp
“what?”
“y-you kutta!”
*imagine mc walking out in disbelief lmao*
theo was kinda sorry, but yknow,,,, not r e a l l y
u prolly could find him lurking around like shy angry puppy
but like ten parts angry
he doesnt know how to apologize so he just,,, gets annoyed instead lolol
at some point, they just reconcile without actual conversation
one day, mc and theo was supposed to go shopping together
both agreed
b e g r u d g i n g l y
“looks like hondje has no bark today”
“just thought i’d take the kutta for a walk in peace”
“................is that what i think it means?”
she only looks at him as she walks ahead, “hope you learn”
Are there other suitors I was supposed to do first? Yes. Am I still going to do Theo instead bc I love him? Absolutely.
This boy would probably take a while to propose
Probably only really starts thinking about it after he catches you gazing at wedding cakes in town
“Does Hondje want a treat?” “No, Theo”
Vincent is the one to give him the final push he needs and even helps him pick out a ring
Arthur absolutely tries giving him ideas on how to propose
Most of them are terrible and/or illegal
“Alright, we’re going to need about seven feet of sapphire blue ribbon, at least a dozen white doves, a string quartet, two opera singers, a vanilla cake, and the town fountain—”
Arthur was nearly decked several times that day
But just as Theo is about to storm off, Arthur hits him with words of wisdom
“Bloody hell, Theo, you know you don’t need anything big to woo her. You already have her heart in your meaty paws, so there’s no doubt she’ll say ‘yes.’ Just do what feels right.”
He hates it when Arthur makes sense
So the next day in the garden he just. does it.
His ears were already super red beforehand so you knew something was up
And of course you say yes and happiness ensues
Arthur is hidden in the bushes watching the whole thing go down, quietly celebrating how good of a wingman he is
Wedding preparation time!
Arthur actually takes on a huge role in the planning process and spends more time thinking about centrepieces and tablecloths than the actual bride and groom
You and Theo are good with something simple despite Arthur constantly trying to persuade you to go big
Vincent helps a lot with the decorations, both in designing and making them
It all makes for a very cute, very pretty garden wedding
You bet some paintings are on display, can’t waste a good business opportunity
You’d go with a pretty classy wedding dress–– something simple and comfortable
Arthur tries to convince you to get a sexy one “no Arthur”
But you do add at least a lil bit of spice, whether that be through lace or a revealed back hehe
When you walk down the aisle it takes all of Theo’s strength to not cry poor boy is a mess on the inside tho
“You clean up well, Hondje”
Oh shush Theo we all know you’re just trying to hide your affection
He’ll probably cry about it with Vincent later
you’re just so pretty and you’re all his
Pancake wedding cake. There was never any other option.
You pour the syrup over the cake together
Theo smiles the entire time and everyone is either in shock or concerned bc is he okay???
He is because he’s lucky enough to have you
The honeymoon will be in the Netherlands so he can show you the real wheat fields from his past
But you could be going to the market for your honeymoon for all he cares
Fandom: Ikemen Vampire
Reader-insert: Female
Pairing: All 12 boys x reader
Genre: Romance
Warnings: None
(a/n):
First of all, I want to apologize. I haven’t been motivated to write anything for the past three to four weeks. I guess it’s because of the stressful situation we’re all living with the COVID-19 situation. No joke, I’ve been working on this particular headcanon for over two weeks! Which is insane. It took me forever to finish it due to not being motivated enough to write 😭 And I did not want to half-ass it, so it took me ages to finish 😭😭 I’m sorry.
Secondly, I and my family are okay, fortunately. My grandpa is in quarantine, though, since he’s been to Europe recently. But, so far he’s not presenting any symptoms. He seems to be healthy, thank God! I guess this is one of the things that has been stressing me out too and it’s understandable. Yet, not being able to write was and is the worst thing that can happen to me ^^;; Thirdly, I hope you all and your families are safe and healthy! And please, please, please, stay home and go out only if necessary. Remember to wash your hands properly too! You are so very precious to me! I love you all, my sweet Venusians! So please stay healthy! 💜💜
Lastly, I hope you find this HC entertaining enough to make you forget about all your worries for a while 💜
After bugging him for a few days, you manage to convince Napoleon to go downtown with you to enjoy the carnival together
“Why are you so excited, hm?” He asks, chuckling softly at your adorable antics
He has never been to this sort of carnivals before, so you have to explain to him why you’re so thrilled about it
“Oh, that does sound like fun.”
He admits, but he’s actually more excited about the idea of spending time with you
The two of you have a marvellous time together
You laugh and dance with him until your feet get all sore and achy
“Allow me to carry you, (y/n).”
He crouches down in front of you so you hop onto his back and he gives you a piggyback ride around the crowded streets
After a while, your stomach starts roaring loudly
You’re so embarrassed, but you quickly forget all about it when you hear his melodious and contagious laughter
Thought you had gone out to the carnival with Monsieur Bonaparte?
Welp, you were wrong. This is Monsieur of Wahahaha
“Oh, my nunuche… we’d better feed the bear in your stomach, soon.”
He carries you around every single food stall there is
You and Napoleon eat lots of delicious dishes and desserts until you’re both bloated
Wolfgang has been invited to play the piano at the masquerade party hosted by his patron and he asks you to go with him
His music is as mesmerising and enthralling as always
Women and men alike are under his melodious spell
He looks absolutely stunning with his elegant, pristine white costume and his white vulpine-like mask as he plays the piano
When he finishes his performance, the party guests erupt in uproarious applause
Noblewomen and noblemen swarm around him as he makes his way towards his patron
They all lavish him in praises and compliments as you watch from afar
You see him smiling, but there’s something off with his smile
It’s not a genuine smile at all
After a moment he excuses himself and hurries towards you
Shockingly, he holds you by the hand and drags you out of the tumultuous room
“Come, let’s go somewhere less... noisy.”
When the two of you are out in the hallway, he visibly relaxes
You congratulate him and tell him how much his music moves you
“Thanks, (y/n). Your commendation means the world to me.”
He gives you the most beautiful and genuine smile he can muster as his cheeks flush a soft hue of scarlet
Still holding your hand, he walks you to the huge balcony of his patron’s mansion where he, very timidly, confesses his feelings for you.
He is a bit of a lone wolf, so you’re not all surprised when you find him alone at the balcony enjoying a cigarillo
He’s wearing a feline mask that accentuates his beautiful, golden eyes
“Hey there, cara mia. Came to take a breather?”
He’s a bit surprised when you say you were looking for him
Your gentle, mellow voice melts his heart
He’s elated that you want to spend time with him
The soft tune of the music from the ballroom can be heard from the balcony and you ask him if he wants to dance
He takes a drag of the cigarillo, stares at you with hesitant eyes, exhales and replies:
“I’m not a good dancer.”
He smiles apologetically, a faint blush dusting his cheeks underneath his mask.
Somehow, you manage to convince him to dance with you in the balcony
He feels at ease, having you in his arms
Not to mention that since no one is around to see his bad attempts at dancing, he feels more comfortable and confident
He feels that even if he screws up, you won’t get mad or annoyed at him
Knowing you, he bets you’d laugh it off
He finds the thought amusing
For a moment he gets lost in your eyes
He feels it’s just you and him in the whole world as you both dance to the rhythm of the music
The smile plastered across your face has him hypnotised
As the last notes of the melodious tune are played, he slowly leans in as if compelled by your lips and he kisses you
His kiss is sweet and chaste and his lips linger a moment, brushing against yours
The perfect, romantic kiss
When he pulls away, you pull him back in, pressing your lips on his
This time, it’s a more passionate and mature kiss
His heart flutters in his chest
He’s overjoyed by the fact that you are returning the kiss
Leonardo thinks this is the perfect time to confess his feelings for you
Expect some sweet words to fall from those luscious lips of his
He’s gonna make you swoon over him
You find Arthur playing a card game with a nobleman
There are several noblewomen surrounding them
They are all swooning over Arty, of course
But he’s not really interested in any of them
When his gaze meets yours, his eyes light up
“Ah, there you are, my sweet, sweet assistant. Have you come here to wish me luck?”
You try to ignore the death stares of the women around, telling Arthur that he doesn’t need your luck, he’s gonna win with our without it
“That may be true, but I’d very much prefer it if you blessed me with your luck, luv.”
Having his confidence boost now that you’ve “blessed” him, he defeats his opponent easily
Women cheer for him, sending coquettish smiles his way as they try to get his undivided attention, much to your discomfort
“I’m sorry, ladies. The only woman I want to spend the rest of this lovely evening with is my dear (y/n).”
Arthur quickly gets out of the sea of women surrounding him and holds your hand in his, leading you somewhere more private
He walks with you around the gardens, never letting go of your hand
At some point, he drapes his jacket around your shoulder because it’s a bit chilly outside and he’s a gentleman, at least when it comes to you
The two of you talk about anything and everything throughout the evening
Beware or he’ll talk you into one of his bets
“Say, do you want to take on a small bet, luv?”
If you agree, oh boy, he’d be ecstatic.
“I bet you that by the end of the party, you’ll have kissed me at least once.”
Sly boy…
Think you can win? Well, think again.
He’s the one who’ll win the bet, naturally.
Vincent watches you laugh and dance among the other people in the streets
The sight of you having fun imprints itself on his memory
A wave of inspiration hits him all of a sudden
He wants to immortalize that gorgeous smile of yours in one of his paintings
Wasting no time, he takes the sketchbook he was carrying and makes a quick sketch of you dancing away
He is completely focused on his work
His brows are slightly knitted together and his lips are forming a small pout as he draws
He looks stunningly handsome
So handsome that you wish you could take a picture of him
When you finally ask him what he’s doing he shows you the wonderful drawing
“You’re my muse, (y/n), my inspiration.”
The angelic smile he shoots you and his heartfelt words melt your heart in seconds
Encouraged by his adorable statement, you tell him that you can pose for him any time
His heart flutters in his chest and his cheeks flush a faint shade of pink
A soft, flustered giggle falls from his lips
He’s delighted by your enthusiasm
Absentmindedly, he seizes your chin and turns your face slightly to the side before continuing his sketch
His fingers are so gentle and warm that you can’t help but lean into his touch
“You’re adorable,” he comments, giving you a disarming smile
Beware for Vincent will make your heart race like mad
When you challenge him to a drinking contest, he stares sceptically at you
“You sure you about that, Hondje?
He asks you as the two of you walk around the crowded streets
His voice comes a bit muffled because of the wolf-like mask he’s wearing
When you tell him you’re 100% sure you’ll win, he scoffs and replies:
“Have it your way. I’ll drink you under the table, tho.”
And that, he does
The two of you visit several stalls, drinking all kinds of especial alcoholic beverages only available during the carnival
After a few drinks, you turn into a giggling, drunk mess
As for Theo, he is perfectly alright
He shakes his head and heaves a long sigh before sweeping you off your feet
He carries you in his strong arms all the way back to the mansion
You cling to him, wrapping your arms around his neck
You poke his cheek and giggle like a child as he holds you in his arms
“What a troublesome Knabbeltje you are...” He grumbles, tightening his grip on you
“Stop moving so much, you’re going to fall.”
After a while, you get sleepy so you bury your face in the crook of his neck inhaling his musky scent until you're slowly lulled to sleep
Once at the mansion, he takes you to your room and gently lies you down on your bed
He takes off your shoes and drapes a warm blanket over your body
He places a tender kiss on your forehead, running his fingers through your tangled hair
“I had fun today… Sweet dreams, (y/n).”
He whispers, smiling fondly at you before walking out of your room
You find Dazai wandering around in the gardens by himself and decide to greet him
He’s wearing a pretty, mask adorned with extravagant, white feathers
“Good evening, Sachie-san~ Have you come here for a walk?”
The two of you walk side by side, relishing the sweet fragrance of the flowers
As you are looking up at the night sky, you trip and twist your ankle
“Oh, my… are you alright?”
Dazai lifts you up and carries you into the gazebo where he lays you down on the seat
With gentle hands, he seizes and inspects your ankle
When he’s sure it’s nothing serious and that you should be able to walk perfectly, he presses his lips on the bridge of your foot
The gentle and warm touch of his lips lingers for a while before he proceeds to kiss your ankle
You stare at him, his handsome features are bathed by the dim light of the moon
He looks absolutely ravishing
Noticing your intense stare, he peers up into your eyes
“What’s a man to do when a gorgeous woman like you looks at him so?”
His words make your heart pound inside your ribcage
He offers you a charming smile
You are able to see his fangs and for a moment you wish to be bitten by him
“What’s with that pretty face? Do you, perhaps, want to be bitten?”
You nod, seeing no point in lying
He’s delighted by your honesty
Slowly and gingerly, he grazes his pointy fangs on the skin of your ankle, gently nibbling on it without piercing the skin
He leaves a trail of soft nips up your calf where he finally sinks his fangs, piercing your skin
An immense amount of pleasure travels through your whole being
He hums in appreciation at the low moans the fall from your lips
Finally, he releases your flesh, licking over the punctures and letting out a satisfied groan
“So delicious~”
He wipes his mouth and stands up, offering you his gentle hand
“Shall we go back inside?”
You and Isaac try different sweets that people were selling at the several stalls placed around the tumultuous streets
You even managed to trick him into eating some dessert made with apples and he loves it
Feeling a bit thirsty, you buy a sweet drink that has only a tiny bit of alcohol in it
And you let Isaac try it
Not knowing it was an alcoholic drink, he takes a sip of the sugary beverage
It was so sweet and tasty that he doesn’t notice the taste of the alcohol on it, and so he drinks a bit more
Sooner than not, his cheeks turn bright red and he starts smiling and giggling a lot
That’s when you realise he’s drunk
Isaac starts saying nonsense and cursing softly as he trips over his own two feet
“Be careful, the ground is spinning, you might fall.”
He takes your hand, trying to “protect” you from the spinning ground
You can’t contain your giggling, he just looks so adorable
But you decide to walk him back to the mansion with the promise that you’d make him some sandwiches once you go back
As you two walk hand in hand, he buries his face on your neck and gives it a lick
“Mhm… I’m so thirsty… can I have a bite?”
You deny him and he whines but doesn’t insist
As soon as you enter his room he pushes you on his bed and lies down of top of you
“You’re a good pillow.”
He mumbles as he runs his fingers through your head before nuzzling into your chest
After a while, the rhythm of your heart and your breathing lull him to a peaceful sleep
Unfortunately (or maybe not) for you, he’s trapped you in his clutches
When he wakes up, a few hours later, to find you sleeping underneath him, he becomes a blushing and stuttering mess
Jean finds you alone in the balcony as you listen to the faint music of the carnival coming from downtown
Feeling his eyes on you, you turn to face him
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you, Mademoiselle.”
You ask him to keep you company much to his surprise
“You want me to keep you company?”
He accepts, of course, though he’s a bit conflicted
Why would you want to be around a monster like him
Suddenly, you ask him for a dance and he’s shook
“Why would you want to dance with the likes of me, Mademoiselle. I do not understand.”
He stares at you as if you are some bizarre creature… or perhaps you are an… angel?
A fallen angel doomed to cross paths with him…
He accepts your proposal whatsoever
He gingerly takes your hand in his while placing his other hand on your waist
He lets you take the lead
He’s a bit flustered though he masks it perfectly
He doesn’t understand why he feels so at ease when he’s around you
Or why his heart flutters so
Now that he’s so close to you, he notices how gorgeous you are
The moonlight illuminates your features, giving you an ephemeral and divine appearance
You are indeed an angel
He has the inexplicable urge of worshipping you
He doesn’t understand his own feelings, though
And he doesn’t have much time to muse over them as the sound of the fireworks crackling rouse him from his reverie
The two of you turn to look at the beautiful colours adorning and illuminating the night sky
Neither of you is aware that you’re still holding hands
Will is in charge of directing a short play taking place downtown
It’s part of the carnival’s big opening
It’s a twenty-minute show
You’re sitting there at the front row, enjoying the spot he had saved for you, close to the stage
Of course, you’d be enjoying it more if he was sitting next to you
When the short play’s over, the whole crow erupts in cheers and applause
You are able to hear praises for Will from everyone
It was such a magnificent play, you were moved yourself
Gradually, the crowds start to dissipate as the carnival begins and you are left alone, looking for him
“Have thee enjoyed the playeth, milady? ”
You shower him with praises and he’s absolutely delighted
His cheeks flush a bit
“I’d never thought thee would praise me so! I'm immensely joyous.”
He’s completely swooning over you
He hooks his arm around yours and walks with you around town, enjoying the festivities with you
There are so many people dancing around the streets at the rhythm of the lively and festive music
“May I has't the pleasure of dancing with thee?”
How could you turn down such a request?
“Thee look absolutely stunning in that dress, (y/n).”
His compliments turn you into a shy, blushing mess and you try to hide your face behind your hair
“I beg you, don’t hide your face in shame. Allow me to gaze upon thy beauty.”
He cups your cheeks in his warm hands, smiling brightly at you
His eyes shine with love and adoration as he leans in to press his lips to yours
You melt into the kiss while his heart is set aflame
He gives you a gorgeous, fancy dress to wear and takes you to a masquerade he had been invited to
“Ma chérie, you look absolutely stunning tonight.”
He lavishes you with compliments all the way to the masquerade
As soon as the two of you step into the mansion, noblemen and noblewomen alike come to greet him
They hog all of his attention, much to your dismay
However, after a while, he excuses himself and takes you to a private room with a huge balcony
The view of the night sky is breathtaking
The silvery moonbeams illuminate the balcony
The marvellous sight is nothing like what you are used to
You’ve never seen the stars sparkling so brightly and adorning the beautiful and vast night sky before
You are awestruck
His mellow voice soon rouse you from your reverie
“Although that mask looks great on you, I miss your pretty face.”
He states before taking your mask off
Now he can see your gorgeous face
Gently, he cups your cheeks in his hands and he stares deeply into your eyes
His golden eyes are so enthralling, you can’t tear your gaze away from them
“I always find myself wanting to spend more time with you. Is that so selfish of me?”
He whispers in a deep voice, brows creasing with worry
You shake your head and tell him you feel exactly the same
Smiling in delight, he rubs your lower lip with his thumb before leaning in, pressing his soft lips against yours
His kiss is sweeter than honey and it kindles a fire in your erratic heart
You get lost in the moment, in his loving kiss and in his gentle touch
You’re completely and utterly under his spell
“I’d never thought I’d have the chance to go to the carnival with you.”
He admits, unable to contain the broad smile any longer
He’s delighted to go out with you and he’s also thankful to Le Comte for having been so kind as to give him the day off
“What shall we do first?”
He muses aloud, taking a hold of your delicate hand so as not to lose you in the crowds
The two of you walk around the streets, trying all kinds of drinks and food, and dance with the rest of the people who are merrily enjoying the carnival
As the night comes, the two of you stroll back to the mansion, talking about the amazing time you two have had
Once at the mansion, Sebastian walks with you into the gazebo
“I had a lot of fun with you, (y/n).”
He smiles fondly at you, giving your hand a gentle squeeze
“I’d like to do this again whenever I have the chance.”
He admits as he tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear
His tender touch lingers for a moment too long, making you blush
Cupping your cheek in his warm, slender hand, he gathers his courage and confesses his feelings for you
The moment you admit you return his feelings, he smiles tenderly at you asking:
“Is it okay if I kiss you, (y/n)?”
As soon as you nod, he slowly leans in and presses his lips against yours in a sweet and chaste kiss that warms your very soul
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Ok lol I’m sorry it took me FOREVER to answer this.. I’ve been meaning to, but I kept putting these off. life’s been...... hectic lol and I have had NO inspiration but!! I’m on vacation this week so! Here we go!
Yandere headcanons huh? I’m assuming you’re talking about the ikevamp boys? Hmmmmmm~
Let’s start with papa vamp Comte St. Germaine:
Y’all know he’s mister cool, calm and collected. It’d take a LOT to ruffle his smooth feathers. I mean, he’s seen the world, done it all.. he’s old lol The only exception is when someone tries to meddle in his relationship with his significant other.
Then, oooh, then. You’d best beware. He won’t blow up, but I can just see those golden eyes take on a deadly sheen. He’ll talk in a very calm voice that’s as smooth as Muzan from Demon Slayer and just as scary. He won’t even have to use force, bruh. He’ll just look at the infidel and smile a cold smile and talk with that voice and they’ll know never to go near his beloved ever again. And so will anyone else in the near vicinity. Thinking about it, it’s kinda hot lol
I imagine all yandere tendencies to be towards the outsider, not his beloved. But he might want them to assure him that they love him and him alone. I think he’d love his beloved too much to be rough with them, unless that’s what they want lol
Napoleon
hmmm with Napoleon I don’t know how much of a yandere he’d be. I think he’s too confident a person to have those tendencies. Noble too.
I definitely could see him getting violent if his beloved feels and/or acts threatened tho
If he ever does feel those tendencies, I have a feeling he’d try to laugh it off or joke about it while at the same time be a little more clingy with his beloved :3
Leonardo
Ooh Leo.. now let’s talk about Leo. He’s confident, sure, but he’s got that little self conscious itch that bugs him now and then concerning how old he is and the mortality of his beloved. Like, I imagine now and then he questions whether he’s right for them or not because they’re mortal and he’s immortal yada yada
So, if there is a persistent person that tries to seemingly take his beloveds attention or be a bit too flirty, I feel like he’d keep it to himself at first. However, if it bugs him, I bet he’d confront that person alone and make sure they’re aware who they’re messing with.
After, though he tries to keep things to himself, when those tendencies comes out, heh, what a night it’ll be..... nothing bad, of course, because he’d never hurt his beloved. But they won’t be leaving their bedroom for a while lol
Isaac
I can imagine this cutie having yandere tendencies, sure. He’d be ashamed of them because he’s aware it’s not healthy, but he can’t help himself at times
If someone makes the move on his beloved, I can see the poor thing not knowing how to handle it. He’d just know he doesn’t like it. Maybe he steps in at the last minute to break them up. Actually, you can kind of see it in his route when Comte is teaching MC how to dance
He’d be a bit pouty about it and later on would want reassurance that his beloved is his and his alone. He is a wolf in sheep’s clothing too, so they might be getting more than they bargained for.
Mozart
Yandere? Mozart? Most likely. And I think if he’s pissed he’ll do something to prove how much better he is than his so-called rival.
Boy is a straight savage and will also use his words to just murder the poor soul that dare approach his beloved
After that, his beloved had better prepare themselves, because they’d be in a world full of intense teasing.
Arthur
Would Artie be a yandere? I kinda think he’d be a quieter one. One that’s a bit more possessive in private.
Like, he’ll act like it’s no big thing. He’ll act confident, sure. But it’s eating him inside, especially if his beloved seems to be acting a little more friendly than normal...
Back at the room, he’d pout. Clutch onto his beloved and tell them he’s not letting them go. He’d need some consoling before he proves why he’s the only one for them. He’s good with his words too, so be ready for that~
Vincent
He’s the surprising one. You wouldn’t think he’d have the tendencies but one evening, someone is being a bit too friendly with his dear one. His only one. His muse.
He saunters up and smiles happily but there’s something scary about the way he’s talking and tightly holding his dear one’s hand.. scary enough that the other person isn’t a problem any longer
He’s not even quite aware of how he’s acting. He just knows he’s angry and wants his beloved to himself. When alone, he tells them how he’s feeling and doesn’t understand why. So many feelings are so new to him, after all. Needless to say, the both of them will be quite willing to explore how to relieve himself of these emotions
Theo
I sure do think he’d be a yandere. Quite an expressive one too.
He’ll be dominant towards the jerk that’s trying to move in on his significant other. It won’t go to blows, because this man knows how to handle things without going that far. He can argue and intimidate quite well from trying to sell his brothers works.
Afterwards, he’ll confront his beloved as well. Again, nothing hurtful or anything, but it seems this dude likes it rough. Ergo, they will remember who they “belong” to very well
Dazai
‘Kay, I love Dazai very much but y’all know this guy would be the creepy kind of yandere, always hanging around his beloved whenever possible
He’d start writing things to his beloved daily that seem loving at first but also quite possessive.
He’d also be the sneaky type, finding ways to make the unfortunate soul’s who dared mess with his beloved life a living hell, either by writing things about them or spreading secrets that he somehow found out.
Jean
I suppose he could have yandere tendencies, but he’d be ashamed of them. He too would realize that these feelings would be wrong
He would be open about these feelings and would ask his beloved’s forgiveness and would want to seek a way to prevent them
There would be some pleading for assurance that his beloved would stay with him and him alone
Shakespeare
lol isn’t this guy certified to be a yandere? Legit would want to keep his beloved to himself
Will be open to tying them up or locking them up if he feels it necessary
Still, i can see him feeling some guilt about it, maybe not like Kenshin, but it could be something he feels he probably should change. Is probably depressed too, since he always wants to write tragedies. Basically, this guy probably needs counseling......
And that’s that. I hope it’s ok. I don’t quite know how to write yanderes and I’m not fully aware of some of these characters’ behaviors yet since their routes aren’t out yet. :) if there’s any problem, feel free to tell me.
So.. we know that Comte came to the guys deathbed and offered to turn them into vampires, but, why does everyone looks like they're in their 20s/30s?
I know its because its an otome and anime style and they all have to be super hot but, is there some sort of in game explanation for this?
Like, Arthur Conan Doyle died at 71, Isaac Newton died at 84 or so... Does vampirism also rejuvenates them? Or in the game they all just died very young?
