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Hi, this is the first time doing this but may I ask for one for Ikeprince where Belle was the childhood friend for the princes but they lost contact after many years and only meet again during the prologue. Thank you.
Rekindled Connection: IkePri Princes
I've officially returned! Thank you to everyone who's waited honestly.
Also, I assume that you don't want me to spoil any content, so a few characters are omitted from the ask such as Gilbert, Silvio and Keith. Contains spoilers for Leon's and Luke's route mainly, but the rest are route spoilers inclined.
"The new Belle of Rholodite, YN." Sariel announced.
Jin Grandet
Even before the meeting, he dreaded the day to meet the new Belle. He was careful to hide his discontent from someone like Sariel and his younger brothers, promising to never involve himself with Belle
Your careful entrance to the hall where the princes gathered was expected, but Jin didn't expect… you. His princely seductive smile faltered, his face drawn to a harsh scowl instead
He knew who you were. He didn't know if the rest did, but it didn't cross his mind as his fist slammed against the table
Leon and Chevalier stopped their welcoming greetings, the princes' eyes on their eldest. Jin stormed out, clutching you by the arm, before glowering at Sariel. "She was never supposed to be a part of this."
Your soft protests rang in his ears down the hallway, before Jin pulled you tight to his chest
"YN… Why did you become the Belle?" His voice near breaking, he'd never wish such a fate upon you, even if it was your way of reconnecting with him
The guards slowly closed on him, however, with Jin as your shield, the common guards couldn't bear the thought of harming the first Prince Jin Grandet
Nearing the gardens, you struggled enough to pull away from the prince who suddenly seized you. The frenzy of the day got to you, unable to even lift your head in front of the country's princes… The fear rushed to your head that one of the princes wanted to take you immediately
All panic fled once you saw the man with the brown hair who you met oh so long ago. "Jin…?"
He stopped, regretfully turning to you. "I'll explain more later," He said, glancing back at the advancing guards. "Trust me one more time, YN."
Chevalier Michel
Oh, how he wanted to curse his deceased father from beyond the grave… There was a note of familiarity when he first saw you
As much as he wanted to be delighted, his position was too fragile. He couldn't protect you definitely from those corrupt nobles
He let a few days past, before he heard a knock to his office door. You were there, as he predicted. You would've seeked him out, one way or another
He allowed Clavis and Nokto to be in the same room, so he wasn't surprised when your smiles and clumsy behaviour turned solemn upon meeting him
"I didn't mean to, Chev." You began. The other princes wondered how were you so bold to address the prince without title, much less a nickname
He hushed his brothers, before turning to Clavis. Whispers of preparations filled the room, before Chevalier got up, exiting the room just before whispering in your ear to follow Clavis' words
The first emotions that go through his head were of fondness towards you. There were many things he kept buried behind his aloof personality, you included
He had left, not sparing much of a glance to you. He's been pissed off the entire week due to you being Belle. He read your letters of your explanation before, remembering that it was tucked with the past writings he kept from you since you both were children
Of course things wouldn't go smoothly, with how cunning Sariel was. Nokto and Luke getting drunk with their older brother Jin was as much proof as he needed, and soon you were kept from him
Clavis and you weren't oblivious to the situation. Being forbidden from leaving the palace until you made your decision made your and Chevalier's life ever more difficult. It wasn't something you expected, but sooner it became more comfortable even with the sudden addition of secret lessons of queendom here and there as Chevalier wrote that it was for you
Your lives were still as separated as before, but the letters were ever so warm as you both hid behind the guise of your titles. It was not time yet to be reunited with your childhood lover, so all Chevalier could do was send you a rose from afar…
Clavis Lelouch
The first emotions that go through his head were of fondness towards you. There were many things he kept buried behind his aloof personality, you included
He couldn't believe that you were that person oh so long ago, and neither can you. Clavis now was unlike before, perhaps it was better to focus on the task at hand
He stumbled over you upon the first meeting, but you made an effort to avoid him afterwards… but gosh darn was this man persistent
Bringing up things of the past, wondering if you had him in your heart… How were you supposed to know that he was a prince all those years ago? The time it was only nailed into your head was when the soldiers showed up was to threaten your loved ones
All these years and he wasn't a prince who'd comply to such rules. The opportunity given by Sariel was a way to make things better at home, so you insisted to follow them by the book
Somehow someway, Clavis Lelouch finds a way where it was just a moment between you two. The aloof prince gone, and a glimpse of perhaps the shy prince you once fell for
"Back then, maybe I did care, Clavis," You said. "It's not the time for me to be nice to you anymore. I ask you do not address me as if I were your friend."
He held on to you, stating how he never forgot your kindness towards him and how he too was forced to throw you away. "Just once, may we begin anew?"
Multiple instances of his pleas and your wavering heart finally was his. The pace was by your terms as there were clearly rules against your relationship Not like Clavis cared much for the rules anyway…
He got a kick out of giving a few nobles a heart attack after oh so kindly threatening them to denounce his title if they deny your marriage…
Leon Dompteur
He doesn't mention it at first, as he wanted to confirm his suspicions. Back then, you were the young girl who would secretly hand them off food when your family bakery was near its closing
He remembered how you still continued such, even after his adoption. For years he had to find you once again after news of your family migrating to Obsidian. You being Belle is simply another part of you that would give him the pleasure of getting to know you once more
How you returned, he'd never knew. His other brothers must've realised how much you piqued the interest of Leon so much so that he invited you often for small talks
From a few moments of conversing, he doubted that you remembered him. Nonetheless, he wanted to know more about the one who saved him back then
The sliver of friendship back then began to grow into companionship. You were someone that Leon could visibly relax around, and Leon was someone you could forget your duties with
It wasn't until Yves found that you had a knack for baking, and soon your goodies were presented to Leon's faction Your good friend takes nothing but a loaf of bread, not even the sweets you laboured over…
It made you quite curious, yet you couldn’t help but giggle from the adorable Leon's face stuffed with bread
As you stare longer at his stuffed face, the roundness of his cheek and his glinting smile… It was a moment of dejavu. Particularly the small boy back then who would always smile after you gave him bread…
Shaking off the connection, you excused yourself as you tried to recount any memories of the boy and Leon. It was uncanny for sure, but the conclusions drawn up in your head were too close to be ignored
"I had a feeling you figured it out," The voice belonging to none other than Leon emerged next to you. "Hello YN, I've missed you."
Yves Kloss
He was… surprised to say the least. He was silent the entire meeting, not moving from his chair even at your personal introduction to him
He at first, was unsure if you recognised him. Everything that you knew of him back then… he’s a different Yves now. The childish promises weren’t something that he should believe in again
Back then, he was a hopeless child, wishing to the little girl in his eyes who was his princess with a promise of marriage. “YN… pwease marry me when… when I’m bigger!”
The mortifying scenarios that repeated back in his head only served to push him away from you. It’s best if you forgot about him really, as much as he feels inclined to uphold his promise…
Jealousy did not catch him when he saw you amongst his brothers, but the irritation of some of them to pursue you so recklessly made him want to jump in at the chance
He wasn’t being demanding, was he? It was only a simple invitation to a tea party… with just him involved. Well, anything to get you away from Nokto really
He noticed you carried with you a flower ring, usually of any strays from the gardeners. You’d keep it around your ring finger ever so tightly, being frightened if it were to fall off
Oh… what an idiotic child Yves was. He proposed to you with a flower ring. All these years, you’d waited for him
His constant glances at your finger, particularly the flower, made you laugh. “Belle… YN… You knew it was me didn’t you?”
You picked up one of his favourite tarts, holding it to his face. “And if I said yes, would you finally replace this flower ring on my finger with a real one?”
Licht Klein
He wasn’t someone that would attract too much attention, especially with how boisterous and loud the others were. Yet, he couldn’t shake your gaze off of him. Why were you so attentive to him?
There was some note of familiarity to how you acted. There was no air of nobility about you, instead a comfort that was akin to a friend that kept his attention
It… began to be distracting for him. Not an annoyance like Clavis, but distracting enough to be a constant reminder throughout his day. It was… a welcomed distraction, if he was fully honest with himself
The day where you observed your duties as Belle could make him care less, however the times where you were scheduled to visit made him much more active. His brothers saw his much more vocal participation in such meetings
Much to Licht’s own detriment, Clavis and Leon of all people, always informed where your location was. Leon much less, but he’d always find a way to give Licht a heads up. Clavis was much more of an annoyance, but Jin was the worst, giving Licht money to buy ‘nicer clothes to impress YN’
It was not until you gifted him a woven bracelet did he remember you. Unable to deny the flood of memories that struck him, he pulled you into a soft embrace, sniffling tears that stained your dress. Murmurs of ‘why didn’t you tell me’ and apologies spilled from him
All you did was reply, saying how much you missed him as you stroked his back gently. Yes, you were the little girl who always played with him and Nokto, constantly comforted Licht’s lonely moments until you were forcefully taken away from him
By law, the land you resided in belonged to Jade instead, and all form of contact lost except for a woven bracelet you last left when you played together. He kept it with him, treasuring it even to its last threads
As he thought about it, your predicament only angered him. You did not deserve to be thrown into a castle of beasts, surrounded by only those who wish to use you
His trajectory as a prince now included you, to free you from any burdens as Belle. He acts in secret, just as his feelings towards you. It is not the right time to tell you, so locked shall his affections be
Nokto Klein
He doesn’t recall you. None of it really. He truly made a fool of himself when it came to you. An honest fool in fact…
Nothing to you clicked for him. Really, it’s not his fault, given that you two were about the age of toddlers when you played with each other. You didn’t know it was him either, continuing on your days as normal
Nokto regardless was a flirtatious man to you. His affections did not cease, yet he’s drawn to you for your utter perseverance to refuse him. The person who really comforted you was none other that Licht, his own brother. Nokto found his twin embracing you in joy one day, and he was utterly confused
He trailed you and his twin, until the point he reached the servant’s quarters. What were you two doing there? Surely, Nokto thought that you were in a secret relationship with his own brother! One of the princes… It frustrated him so, realising that the flirtations turned to genuine love for you
He was being cynical, wanting to catch you and use such information against you but he stopped when Licht took out a beaded necklace to give to you. One that belonged to their mother’s loyal maid…
“How dare you?!” He stormed the room, ready to draw his sword to his own brother and you. Licht knew how much such memories meant to Nokto. The loyal maid in question was one who cared for them in the absence of their mother, in happier times…
“How dare I? How dare you!” You argued back, clutching the necklace. “This was my mother’s!” You ran out the door, leaving the two princes in shock
Licht simply looked at his brother in distaste, “I don’t have to spell everything out for you.” Heeding the words of his twin, he searched for you. It was not difficult, considering your limitations and boundaries within the castle walls.
For once in his life, he apologised. With full sincerity. “I didn’t realise you were… her. It all makes sense,” He added. “Your mother... she meant a lot to me.”
The comforting silence that hung between you two was enough for Nokto. His feelings would come after another apology, one for his jealousy and another for confessing his feelings. He would hope you waited, just as he did
Luke Randolph
He didn’t want to meet you personally, since any past connections would ruin his purpose being there. It would hurt to explain anything and everything that happened after you left
He was a silent observer, going out of his way to make sure your adjustment to the castle was as well as it could be. You were still surrounded by the beasts he called as his brothers after all
Despite his refusal to meet you, you find a way to surprise him regardless. He was often the consumer for your sweets, especially your honeyed cookies. It was too hard to pass up!
The differences in your schedules lead to your once childish exchange of letters. Small notes of ‘We’re meeting up right?’ or ‘Remember to bring some snacks…’ passed between you, reigniting the cheerful friendship once again
He often thinks to skip his missions and meetings that aren’t in the palace. He knew he was getting attached, and that was dangerous. Yet… seeing you innocently reading in the garden makes him want to abandon everything he’s worked for
He doesn’t end up skipping work due to your persistence, but regardless he is skipping if it involves escorting you anywhere. It’s just another hangout, with fancier clothes and food
Ah… he’s going crazy. The second time he’s escorting you, it hits him. It hits him hard how much he cares for you. It’s dangerous really, but he’s a beast. Danger often follows the beast…
Afterwards, he’s more forward, especially with his brothers that you’re his. Some understand, some intend to tease while others have the intention to pry you from his hands. They’ll have to deal with his bared fangs first
It’s a stupid decision to tell you everything, but many nights with a burden would bring anyone’s shoulders down. Those in the past, how much they mean to him… To him, you matter the most, when you hug your bear, allowing him to weep
Some things are left in the dark, but as they are brought to light, he hopes you’re able to face it with him together. “YN… if anything… put yourself first before me okay? Just like last time…”
Not a request, just wanted to say hello and I hope you’re having a good day (and to leave some flowers in appreciation of all the nice things you write)!
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Hello dear reader! Thank you for frequently appearing in my notifications from liking my works 🙇♂️🙇♂️ and thank you for the kind words, I have been well from taking rest for the few days. I also appreciate the flowers, and the Miss is taking care of them well.
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Hi I was wondering if you could write a scenario where the dormleaders and possibly everyone else expect the teachers, Crowley, and Grim don’t remember MC for 24 hours due to some spell gone wrong? and the teachers and Grim are confused to why they’re the only ones who remember? If you don’t pick this one Thanks anyways have a nice day 👌
I Don't Remember You - TWST Dorm Leaders X Reader
Hello! I honestly found this ask to be really interesting, and I had to think of interesting ways on how to end this! Since you mentioned the dorm leaders by name, this is Dorm Leaders X Reader focused, and every other character is platonic.
An inter-MagiShift tournament ended in the roaring cries of Savanaclaw with the final victory, wavering their achievement throughout the entire school. The Fae Prince, who arrived to witness the defeat of his dormitory to Leona's team felt nothing but bitterness in his mouth, not brought on by Diasomnia's lack of winning, but bitterness from the audacity of Leona Kingscholar to lift you up in celebration of his victory.
His seething envy did not go unnoticed by the Diasomnia MagiShift team, as Sebek stepped forward, apologising for the disgrace that the team brought on to the Fae Prince. "Waka-sama! There is nothing we could do to make up for this-"
"Do your best next time," Malleus said, getting up from his chair. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the rest of the students, making it very clear that he wished to not be disturbed. Lilia lead the other students on, and Malleus could hear the Vice Dorm Leader promising the team a meal cooked by him as a reward, but from the visible gag of the students, they might deem it a punishment.
In the quiet walls of his sanctuary, his claws trailed over the very first flower crown you made for him, your Tsunotarou. The seeds of envy from his emotions seeped out, darkening the hues of the crown. Inhaling its sweet scent once more, the Fae Prince casted his wish.
"To forget the pain of my hearts… Am I to forget her then?"
~○~
A flurry of emotions ran through you as you noticed the clock of the hand past two hours from when you should've awoken. You grumbled from your sheets, wondering if Ace bribed your furry companion Grim once more as a prank. If it was, you weren't putting up with it anymore.
Last night was an overwhelming moment of emotions as you remembered the way Leona's eyes brightened as he lifted you up into the air. Sure, you gave him a little pep talk as encouragement, but the reminder of the memory brought warmth to your cheeks.
You might talk it out with Leona today.
The walks down the corridor were somehow off to you. Your passing by students who already knew you through your connections with Crowley were sparing you more glances than you thought. The stares caused paranoia in you, wondering if someone casted a spell to change your appearance to look like a jabberwock or a gremlin.
Your reflection brought a sigh of relief to your mind, but your body didn't thank your distracting thoughts as you tumbled to the ground, bumping against another person. The student you crashed into flew into a fury, the kind that you assume would be followed by painting the roses red…
"Riddle? Is that you? I know I'm a klutz today but I can explain-"
The red headed dorm leader swung his sceptre at you, the very one you remember he apologised for pointing at you during your actual birthday tea party. He was furious. Much more furious at you than you ever thought he could be.
"How… informal of you!" He cried out loud. "Are you not aware of Rule 90 of the-"
Utterly confused at Riddle's sudden change of attitude compared to his understanding personality you were used to, after his Overblot. You couldn't understand his sudden hostility, running the things you could've done to upset him.
Trey, being as gracious as ever, diffused the situation before it drifted further into argument. Cater who'd been watching from the sidelines complimented you to be a 'brave, witty young Miss' for speaking such a way to Riddle. You could only glare at Deuce and Ace, who said nothing about your predicament. So much for having each other's backs… Although, from their hurt faces, they might've been punished earlier…
Trey conveniently had a spare map of the school with him, handing it to you. "I assume you're new Miss. A small token, to save yourself the next time we meet again."
You couldn't find the right words to respond, as Riddle abruptly mentioned to the Heartsyabul students that their Unbirthday Party awaited.
Yet, as you left, you felt the stares of Riddle to you, similar to the way he looked at you when you performed at the Lounge… Maybe he was faking it? You weren't too sure, but something was definitely off about them. Just the other day, you remembered the bouquet of roses Riddle gifted you. Your heart wrenched, an icky lump in your throat, disgusted that Riddle pretended to have such a façade in front of you, if that's how he was going to play it off.
You huffed, walking away from the scene. You felt the hot pricking of tears near your eyes, but before they made their journey, you hurried to wipe them away.
"Hoi YN!!" Grim cried out, running at your heels, also earning odd stares from other students. You paid no mind, going your own way.
~○~
It was not time for the next session of class, but you entered the almost empty classroom anyway, save for Grim and Professor Crewel. Grim was in your arms, comforting you as you explained what happened to you and Grim this morning.
"I never liked those seven pursuing you anyway…" He muttered.
You huffed at your father figure, ignoring his comment. "There's no way they'd change overnight too! Ace didn't spare a glance to prank Grim back," You justified. Your poor Grim was thought to be someone's stray pet, and was chased around in the morning by other students to be handed over to the faculty.
Crewel took his time to ponder on it, while wiping away the tear stains off your cheeks. "I'll try my best to investigate it, pup. Maybe I'll interview one of those potential boyfriends once more-"
"In a non-threatening way? Please?" You asked, already overwhelmed with the events so far. You weren't sure if you could handle anymore accidents.
He sighed. "Alright pup, anything for you. I have the next class with that lion lover of yours, so fetch him for me before he oversleeps for my class will you? He only ever listens to you."
You nodded, picking up Grim in your arms before exiting the classroom. "Will do, thank you!"
~○~
"Looks like Dad #2 remembers you," Grim said as you two approached the Savanaclaw dormitory. There weren't many students around, considering the start of classes. However, knowing Leona, he'd be sleeping in until mid-afternoon…
"Not so loud. You know Crewel prefers to be the #1 Dad."
Ruggie, you assumed, gave up on waking up Leona. The sleepy lion was tossing and turning in bed, his tail swishing around his sheets. Leona was clean, but he wasn't neat with the scattered jerseys and bags from last night's game on the floor.
You settled with waking him up the usual way, sitting on the edge of the bed, as you played around with the edges of his hairs until the sensation woke him up. You would scratch his ears, but Leona mewled in his sleep, before you could. The beastman rolled around before his cheek rested against your hand, the sensation jolting him awake.
"The f-"
"Sorry, I know you don't like being woken up," You began, adjusting the blankets of the bed. Grim on the other hand welcomed himself to the messed up sheets, wanting to annoy Leona as usual. He's gotten confident at it, knowing that Leona won't really eat hi-
You thought of it too soon, with the lion beastman picking Grim up by the scruff of his neck. You assumed that he was still drowsy, but Leona's growl indicated otherwise.
You tried to reason with him. "Leona-"
"Listen lady, I'm being polite here," He said, throwing Grim into your arms. He got out of his bed, glaring at you all of a sudden. "I have no idea who you are, but with how friendly you're being, Farena must've sent you to keep an eye on me."
Leona forgot you too. There was no way Riddle would follow through Ace's prank this hard, much less Leona convinced to fool you.
"Apologies," You choked out, trying to resist the heat from your chest. "I… must've mistaken you for someone else."
~○~
The strange stares that you got from the twins when you asked for Azul were an expression you'd never forget. However, you had to admit that Jade being confused was something you thought you'd never seen. Currying favour of the twins when they forgot everything about you was hard for sure, but it was nothing but offering them your service for their tedious tasks to figure out where Azul was.
It was a chance at killing two birds with one stone, since Idia and Azul were playing games together. Before you could make your way, Lucius and Grim just had to get into a fight.
You picked up the fluffy tabby cat into your arms, deciding to forego your plans as to return Lucius to his master. "Grim, I'm really not in the mood to deal with this," You told your own furry companion, as he complained about his sides hurting.
"What! He said that his owner wanted to talk to you but I told him that we don't take orders!"
"How convenient…" You hummed. Frankly, you needed the distraction from the cold shoulders you were getting from your friends. Sure, it might not be their fault, but their dismissive behaviour still stings. It's a wonder that it affected those with high magical abilities as well, and the fact that you weren't affected by it in the first place.
~○~
"What is it Idia?"
The vast board game before them had their pieces strewn about, yet for a moment, Idia was distracted. Of course it brought about a shock to Azul, who knew his fellow friend was an absolute fanatic of the game.
Idia's hands trembled as he placed back the card that would've activated the character Yuu's ultimate, suddenly speaking up to his friend. "Do you… remember how we made this character?"
The character model was perfectly crafted from customising, much like the many characters in the board game. Azul pondered on the question, finding himself staring at Yuu's hooded face. "No… did you make it on your own?"
"You had to be there…" Idia argued. "I only ever play this game with you."
Ortho, the arbiter of their game spoke up. "Big Brother, if you continue with that move, you miss the chance to eliminate Azul's rendezvous."
"But I'll sacrifice Yuu in the process!" His outburst caught everyone, including himself, by surprise. Why did he care so much about this character who he can't even remember when they made it? The sudden attachment made Idia much more reluctant to actively use Yuu in the game.
Azul placed his turn cards. "Out of respect, I'll withdraw the caravan," He said. "I've… also taken a liking to what profits Yuu will bring about the game."
Ortho huffed, reading out the next story card after their turns were done. "If you insist… So the rendezvous is successful however mistrust is planted in the envoys-"
"You have got to be kidding me!"
~○~
For as perfect as the Unbirthday party was today, Riddle felt as if something was missing. Or perhaps… someone. It was irritating, really. He followed every single procedure and rule of the Unbirthday party, how could he feel unsatisfied?!
He politely shoved another tart into his mouth, to keep him from thinking any of the sort. The chair next to him was oddly left empty, even thought Trey was on his side. His close friend noticed his longing gaze at the empty chair, as well as how his focus drifted away from the party.
"Something amiss, Riddle?"
Caught off guard, the dorm leader almost flung the tea in his cup onto his friend. "No," He denied, reaching for a shortcake. "Nothing is amiss."
"Someone… is missing from the party," He muttered. "I'm not angry at… the notion of it."
~○~
The evening soon arrived, and the stares and whispers of the students' strangely new curiosity towards you drove you crazy. You needed answers, and so had no one to turn to but regrettably Crowley. Other members of the staff still remembered you, but you were scared of the implication that tomorrow you'd be forgotten.
"Their bond might be reignited with you if we irritate them about it. Do something that they'd hate happen to you!" Vargas said. It was extremely out of line, but he quickly justified himself. "I mean those dorm leaders. Fawning for you at every turn. Like lovestruck boys. Odd to see em not get to you…"
"For once you say something intelligent," Divus said, taking his seat next to you. "No worries, pup. We won't do that if you don't want to."
"Whaddya mean 'don’t wanna?'! It's our only chance!" Grim cried as he crawled onto your lap, tugging at your collar to convince you. "It's just a lil' kick before they remember! Like smacking someone with amnesia!"
Trein coughed at the last statement. "An assumption most fools will try. It's identified that powerful magic is at play, and it'd take too long to find the exact culprit," Trein explained. "Emotional leverages will be to your benefit, as an emotional rift will cause a disturbance for the caster or the caster themselves will lose control of the spell from their own emotions."
Their suggestions spun the roulette in your mind to find the perfect wedge to drive in the dorm leaders.
"The mirror!" You exclaimed.
"Mirror?"
You turned to Crowley. "The mirror you're working on to bring me home! You're working on it… right?"
The principal coughed out his tea at the question, scrambling to get his scarcely few notes. "Ah yes… The uh, mirror. The mirror that is supposedly enchanted to bring you home, and the mirror I'm supposed to be wor-"
Crewel, tired of Crowley's drivel, spoke up. "The mirror's not enchanted with anything, is it?"
A shameful 'no' echoed in the room.
Crewel, sensing your disappointment, patted your head. "No worries pup, we can make use of it. I'm not sure how, but-"
"With a placebo effect!" Sam chimed in, who'd been quietly toying with Lucifer's tail. "Listen in kid, and the rest of ya."
~○~
Malleus did as he typically does, brooding around the dormitory. His lessons were well and done, but in his free time… he felt empty. As if there were something that he was supposed to do, or someone he meant to see. There were no issues in the Valley of Thorns as Lilia had confirmed, yet he was restless.
The sudden intrusion of an excited Sebek ruined his fruitless thoughts. In his hand… a letter.
"Waka-sama! It's an invitation!"
Was this an answer he was looking for?
He didn't ponder long, overwhelmed with finally receiving an invitation to have a meeting with the other Dorm Leaders. His claws ran over the parchment, before they traced over his signed name on the top of the parchment. The shape… the flow of the ink brought a wave of nostalgia to him.
No, it wasn't nostalgia. It was writing he knew. Writing he's seen before.
The constant thinking, made him hunch over, one of his hands pressing against his forehead, fingers threading through his hairline. Lilia and Silver, who remained in the room, grew worried for their prince who's sudden headache wasn't expected.
"Malleus?"
He quickly straightened himself, before the other concluded he was ill. This was an invitation, so he will go.
"Prepare my robes. The invitation is to meet the other Dorm Leaders."
Steps soon echoed down the hallway of Diasomnia before stopping at the main door next to Crowley's office. Malleus left the others outside, not wanting to intrude further on the strict instructions not to bring anyone, including the Vice Dorm Leaders.
An unfamiliar person sat at the head of the table, as Malleus took his seat on the other end of the table. On his left was Rosehearts and to his right Ashengrotto, however for their usual business-like manner, they looked uneasy. The person at the head of the table must've said something to disturb them.
The others really paid no mind to his arrival, despite their power differences. The other stranger however, had her eyes wide open, a gaze that holds nothing but curiosity.
"I still don't get what you mean, Ms YN," Kalim spoke up politely. "It's clear none of us met you before?"
~○~
It's been going for about 10 minutes before Malleus arrived in the room. You were well aware that you were staring, but you went on with the script anyway.
"Alright… so no one remembers me," You clarified. "Then why is this mirror important?"
You pointed to the glass mirror behind you, the exact one you fell through. By your gesture, they were stunned once more, trying to find an excuse or answer to your question. They were tongue tied, but from the looks of Riddle and Azul, you were just so close to breaking the spell.
"The mirror isn't enchanted in the slightest," Malleus said.
His one comment brought ease to everyone, a huge sigh of relief resounding in the room.
Vil, much more confident, commented on its sorry state as well. "Reflections aren't the best in it anyway…"
'Because Crowley didn't do anything to it!' You wondered in your head. Some were doubtful to you now, some began to tire of your constant questions. Alright… it was time for your last resort.
You pushed your seat away from the table, walking to the sword Sam had left in the room. None of them were the slightest alarmed at the sword, assuming it was yours.
Faces of panic formed the moment you pointed it to the mirror.
"It's not enchanted right?!" You cried out. "Then it's fine to get rid of this useless piece of junk!"
The seven in the room scrambled to stop you. Leona, the closest to you, held you back with his beastman strength while Idia and Azul placed themselves between you and the mirror, Idia quickly setting up a protective barrier over the mirror.
Dropping the sword, you kicked around in Leona's embrace as you grew desperate.
"C'mon! That dang mirror can't even show reflections like Vil says!" You yelled. "Why do you guys care so much?!"
"Just let me destroy it!"
"It's not like it matters anyway!"
"No one would care if it were gone!"
"Why care about a measly mirror anyway?!"
You were in tears, your constant screams not affecting them at all. No more last efforts from you.
"I guess I'm just as forgettable as the mirror!" You choked out, finally getting out of Leona's grasp.
Malleus moved from his stiffened state, reaching for your wrist. "Y… You're not."
"Tell me why then!" You snapped, tired of everything you tried.
Riddle flew into a fury. "You're important! You're-"
"Yes!" Kalim cut him off, his words quickly dying after. "You're…"
It was hopeless. The spell was too strong for you.
"I'm nothing to everyone!" You yelled, wiping the trains of tears down your cheek.
The words sent a pang of sorrow in the hearts of everyone in the room.
Azul was the first to shed a tear, trying to hide it as much possible. Kalim was the next to follow, his free flowing tears prompting everyone's to follow suit. Vil and Idia tried to will the tears away, with a tissue and fire hair respectively. Leona and Riddle had choked sobs, cursing themselves in confusion. Malleus… had processed it the entire time, before a single black tear escaped from his eye.
The drop of the tear broke as it touched the ground, sending a flurry of green magic wisps in the room. You covered your head, bracing yourself, but the green magic felt like an embrace, as soft as Leona's fur really, causing you to look up.
The seven were knocked on their arses, before snapping back up to you.
"YN?"
"Darling!"
"My Queen!"
"YN!"
"Sweetheart!"
"Angelfish!"
"Beloved…"
You were knocked to the floor by your lovers. Kalim couldn't stop crushing your ribs in a tight hug, while Azul and Riddle had placed your hand on their cheek, as if they had to make sure that you were alive. Vil's head was next to yours, pressing his temple to yours, the smell of his favourite perfume filling your nose. Leona and Idia claimed a leg each with a tight grip, cursing themselves for being under such a spell.
Malleus, your sweet Malleus was on the sidelines, realising what he had done.
You quickly gave a peck to the rest, before embracing the Fae into your arms.
"It was me," He softly confessed. The rest didn't interfere, knowing he needed this moment with you. "It was me, beloved. I was envious of yesterday, seeing Leona embrace you."
Leona huffed, turning his head, muttering that he did it on purpose. Vil smacked him before any words reached Malleus. Idia warned the beastman, saying that Malleus could have permanently erased you from their lives if he wanted to.
"The spell was casted through my emotions," Malleus suspected. "The same emotion broke the spell. I'm sorry beloved, it is a selfish reason."
You patted his hair between his horns, shaking his head. "I was a little scared, but I guess I need to work on dividing time with you all equally too. I'm sorry if you felt a little neglected, Tsunotarou," You perked up to peck him on his cheek.
(PART 1) one single thread of gold tied me to you [ikevamp napoleon x f!MC]
♡ summary: an encounter in a seedy side-street brings a teacher doing his best at his job and a makeup artist with a (secret?) youtube side hustle together. mere chance meetings or the invisible string of fate working overtime—call it what you want, but either way they still ending up falling in love.
♡ word count: 8.6k words
♡ warnings: sexual harassment at the beginning / brief mention of skipping meals & implications of eating disorders / brief mentions of bullying & fat-shaming
♡ other tags: modern AU / strangers to friends to lovers / fluff (LOTS OF IT) / humour / pining
♡ notes: @kissmetwicekissmedeadly here’s your tag, as promised 💖 also since JP ikevamp twitter has announced that MC’s canon name is mitsuki after conducting a poll, that’s her name in this fic and future suitor x MC fics
This is so cute I love the little Italian lessons! I wholesomely accept this into my headcanon and I also love your interpretation of it! I'm also glad that this could be brought to further justice since I had major writer's block.
My part in this is my IkeVamp YouTuber!MC piece!
Wife also thoroughly read through it and in her words 'Sara-chan writes Napoleon-kun in always a charming way.'
Please note to others that this might be an occasion I reblog here since it's a special case 🙇♂️
I had other asks before this, but if I'm being honest, the plots are a bit lengthy so this was a nice, quick translation ask for me to finish! Depending on my free time, I might start to finish the older, shorter asks... One-shots are becoming my weakness.
This is my personal characterisation of Kyle from IkeRev as a Yandere. Actual Kyle would not do this; this is my take on how Kyle acts as a Yandere.
Yandere Kyle is someone who'd never dream of harming you. He straddles the lines of delusion and punishment, because when you push him over the edge he lets go of his reluctance in an instant
He really tries to maintain a normal relationship with you, although a little rocky since you seem to catch him in his drunkest moments. That was the only thing unplanned on his part; he sincerely believes that he was being messed with
He's not initially jealous, but it grows the longer you stay with Kyle. He realises that you're vulnerable, blaming himself for not thinking of countermeasures sooner. Kyle has a compassionate heart no matter how you look at it, so he doesn't actually think of harming you to get you
Just so happened to be an occasion of celebrating your relationship that Kyle carried you off while you were sleepy from the food and wine. Your sleeping face… He was obsessed. He was entranced. He kneeled next to you, staring at your sleeping face, the blush creeping on his cheek as he creeped on you
He can't understand why anyone could fathom harming you. Of course, he's fairly unexpressive of what he feels about you to the others, but those onlookers did not comprehend that he was capable of force-feeding the spies sent to kidnap you a drug that would turn their insides to liquid
Kyle can be scary to you depending on how you react to him. If you cry to him, seeking understanding or even if you're disgusted with him, he won't mind. However, the moment you mention him being a monster or the need to leave him, you fall asleep in his arm from the gas
He absolutely despises you calling him a monster. He's not the monster, the ones who try to harm you are. He's not really harming you darling oh no, he just needs to put you to sleep. You deserve it, you were being ungrateful towards him. Of course he needs to keep you sedated, otherwise you'd be taken from him
The Red Army is too focused that the Alice is within their grasp. Lancelot and Jonah spare no glance to Kyle pursuing a relationship with you. If that means that Alice remains in the Red Army, why should they interfere? Edgar is quick to silence Zero, but if Zero's heroic heart steps out of line, Kyle can fix that up with a quick stitch. Literally
Kyle overall makes you reliant on him. When pushed to the edge, he could be a delusional yandere, but he follows the habits of a compassionate yet possessive yandere. If you plead so nicely, he'll take you out to the dessert parlour with you dressed in your favourite style, with a bracelet of his name around your wrist
Escaping is really futile, and stupid. Kyle undoubtedly is a trustworthy adversary to the Red Army, having enough power to deploy troops to find you. If the Black Army comes into possession of you, he's willing to gas the entire army with a suicidal drug and many more war crimes to have you once again, so be good Alice. Be good, and save your and his descent into madness...
This isn’t really a quest but I just wanna share my appreciation for you! You write for so many anime’s that don’t get nearly enough attention! Otome games to boot because they don’t get written for often as well!
And everything is so well written and extensive I can’t help but sit around and binge your writing for a long time! I’ll try not to because then I’ll read everything and have to wait.
But anyway thank you for your service I hope you continue to write for anime’s like Utapri and otome games like ToT!
Thank you so much! It really makes my day to receive things like this. It's also a big compliment that I am binge-worthy, and I hope I can continue to write.
With this post, I have returned from my personal break to doing things I love. It's been a stressful month, namely the earthquake that happened in Japan during March this year.
I really appreciate that you acknowledge my less popular fandoms! I pour equal love to all the fandoms, but it makes it worthwhile that people are still reading it. Speaking of Tears of Themis, I do have projects lined up but I always prioritise my asks first, so I wouldn't mind some ToT asks or Utapri in my inbox 👀
Reminder that TWST requests are closed for now!
Second reminder that I prefer to answer things like this in my submissions!
Now that the Oiran event is coming to EN, I'm trying to find your post about being respectful but I can't find it because tumblr doesn't like no-no words.
Hi everyone, this is a bit off the rails from my usual content, but this was in my ask box. I prefer to be asked about this stuff @akihiko-march and this will also be listed in the masterlist there. Anymore asks of the sorts about other games on this blog won't be entertained. Under the cut is sensitive cultural stuff relating to it.
A brief explanation on the whole Oiran, Geisha, Miko situation.
IkeVamp's interpretation is about Oiran, who are high ranking courtesans. Also, when thirsting after the events, please thirst respectfully as an honour to their work.
Please do not call them geisha or miko. They are Oiran [high ranking prostitutes]. Geisha are traditional performers, and Miko is a title for a shrine maiden.
Geisha are entertainers who entertain by traditional Japanese leisure.
Miko are women who have devoted themselves to the temple as a shrine maiden. They're like castle chatelaines, but they also take care of the monks. Miko are not for entertainment. They are women who have committed to the temple care.
Also refrain from referring to them as 'maiko' which is a person in training and 'minarai' which is a higher rank than maiko in the geisha world.
Why is it offensive to refer to Oirans as the term 'prostitute'? It is because of the American occupation during the westernisation of Japan.
Because those Americans were a bunch of idiots, they [tw: SA+rape] would force themselves on any woman who was wearing a kimono which, was every woman in that time period because the majority weren't rich enough to have western dresses.
Oiran, as women who have high positions sought to protect the common women. Geishas and Mikos alike were kept under the political umbrella that Oirans possessed.
So, the english word 'prostitute' or for lack of better words, 'whore' became a common known word amongst women in that time period. The word became a safety word to warn other woman about a Western man.
Is this oppression still going on today? Yes, but majorly in island areas. Okinawa's red light districts are being prowled on by American soldiers, and many reports of mistreatment to the women have been sent to these USA bases but nothing has been done lately.
Current communities that have been supported by the red light/entertainment industry are host clubs [my workplace], traditional dancing and preservation and the kimono fashion industry.
Hey akihiko! I was wondering if you are open to requests right now? I love the way you write 🥺 so I wondering if I could make a request I understand if you aren't free :)) definitely one of the reasons to keep Tumblr is to see more of what you write! ❤️
Hello dear reader, thanks for inquiring about it! My last update stated that I was taking a break due to personal matters, but with my work and studies I have taken a step back.
My requests are open, but I think it's a good time to bring up what my updating schedule would look like.
I will probably take a week to finish a regular request so it is quite a delay from my previous schedule.
I thank you for the encouragement, but if anyone deserves the praise, it's my wife. I did think about giving up this English blog once or twice, but she's the one who supported and encouraged all my efforts into this.
Reminder to ask this stuff in my submission box, thanks!
Befitting the Gods - Kenshin X Reader X Sasuke [Deity!AU]
Hey everyone! This is my special series of a previous AU I had written, tailored to @delicateikemenmemes as the wheel winner as part of my 1000 followers event! I hope you enjoy this Sara, and Happy Lunar New Year to all those who celebrate!
There will be another chapter, focusing more on Sasuke after this, and then three chapter endings [one for Kenshin, one for Sasuke and one ending with both] coming soon. Asks are open for more content of my IkeSen Deity AU too! Note: Reader is often referred to a few names so be aware.
Also if someone notices the blatantly obvious Shuumatsu no Valkyrie reference, my kudos to you. Favourite character.
The gathering of the mighty deities of Sengoku. It was a renowned festival where the residents would celebrate and praise to all the deities of Sengoku for keeping the world alive.
As for the deities themselves, it was a whole week of meetings and discussions. The main event was deciding who would reign in the deities when Zerofuku, the Spirit of the Seven Lucks, fell into his million-year slumber when the stars would align. Zerofuku himself commanded the meeting as his time approached. As he fell asleep, Sasuke, the Messenger Deity, wrote his final command.
"I demand YN, Lady Death, Goddess Izanami, to monitor the deities in the million slumber," Sasuke read to the deities gathered in the room. "Her aide shall be Nobunaga, the God of Chaos and Shingen, the God of Fire.
The deities muttered and mumbled amongst themselves. Motonari, the God of Water spoke his stand aloud. "Has Zerofuku gone mad? How can he choose Lady Death when all of us, including herself, agreed that she is not to be involved?"
"Stand down, Motonari," Kennyo, the God of the Forests called out. His low, chilling voice quelled the irate of the other gods, some of the lower deities standing down.
You took a deep breath. You didn't know what Zerofuku was thinking of, but it left a bad taste in your mouth that your previous opinion was ignored. "As Izanami, I choose to overrule the command. I believe I am not prepared to take on such a role," You replied, noticing how the lower deities cowered at your voice. It was understandable. You were Lady Death after all… "Even if I was, I do not think I could execute it well. Masamune is a better option, as he already rules the skies that we gather in."
"I do not think I am fit to be leader as well," the man in question spoke up. "As the Sky God, I cannot manage the Heavens whilst I pull the sky. Therefore I must offer it to Ieyasu or Shingen as the leader.
The God of Medicine had his blonde hair stuck in the talismans he was writing, only to lift it upon the mention of his name. "As if I'd go with your suggestions, Masamune," He huffed, setting down his brush. "I'd hate to look over Mitsunari, and Hideyoshi is his unofficial caretaker despite him having a similar job to you."
Shingen, the God of Fire, laid back into his arm rest, a bowl of sweets near him. "I could possibly not bear the responsibility… My shrine is full of fair maidens who wish to be blessed by my hot bod-"
The deities didn't bat an eye when Yukimura, the God of Beasts drew his Roaring Spear to smack Shingen up the head. The discussions continued, but the room was then divided in three. The first faction of those who believe Nobunaga, the God of Chaos should rule instead of you. The second consisted of those who believe in Kenshin as the God of War was known for living by the sword, worshipping the sword and dying by sword.
Not that he could die anyway...
The final of the deities rooted for Zerofuku's original plan, believing it was the best of both sides, however others had ulterior motives for it, such as the God of the Water and Seas, Motonari.
"Why endorse in me, God of the Seas?" You asked plainly, going around the deities who supported you for their reasons. You hoped their reasonings would give you courage to say the least, or make up your mind…
The God of the Seas, whose skin always glistened with the seawater he ruled over, took another swig of his sake. "Frankly, I wouldn't like to see Nobunaga or Kenshin win," He said, leaning into you. "But I wouldn't mind if you punished me, Lady Izanami~"
"Enough of that," The God of Time and Wealth, Kichou snapped. "I think it's clear enough that we don't trust the other two as much we trust you, Lady Death."
"I chose the one who'd least likely harm my forests," Kennyo justified.
By Kichou and Kennyo's statements, the room went in uproar over their sly insults. Some had called upon their familiars, while others resorted to their blades. You were sure that Zerofuku did not want to wake up to a destroyed heaven, so you were quick to pick up your scythe to silence the other deities.
"Stand down."
Your chilling voice brought a deadly silence in the air. For as much bloodlust they carried, they were well aware of the rules to not make you angry, for the position you hold is of utmost importance.
The tanuki messenger god, Sasuke, is forever running around the plains of Japan, hidden from the sights of humans. As the watcher of the gods, he is not meant to say what his opinion is, only to convey those of others. It was a surprise to the other deities that it was the first time that he spoke an opinion of his own.
"I believe this is why Zerofuku chose you, Lady Death."
You glanced around the room, seeing the gods in their place once more.
In your place, with your kimono folded underneath you, you raised your voice once more.
"I accept, on the condition a deity escorts me out of the Underworld."
~○~
The God of War for once did not draw his sword at the gathering as he always did, instead finding himself staring at Lady YN, although he's forbidden for ever calling her that. Their relationship was complicated, to say the least. Kenshin never once had any personal conflicts with the Deity of Death, however with their work, it was easy to see how they were connected yet so different.
In his hand, the bitter sake stilled as he reminisced about the time he saw Lady Death. Yet another demon rampaged against the humans, leading Kenshin to slay it in its wake. As the body of the demon laid dead at his feet, she appeared.
He knew she was a goddess, with the way she wielded her weapon and her otherworldly appearance. The hood of her haori hid most of her appearance, although it was unbeknownst to Kenshin if she could see him since it reached down to her chin. Across the battlefield from each other, with bodies of fallen warriors and demon spirits, yet he was only enchanted by her, and the way she swung her scythe.
The souls were dancing around her, both human and demon as they descended into the crack in the ground she came from. Not a glance was spared to him, but a glimmer faded from her. He did not dare to disturb Lady Death at her duties, only to observe her safety as she does her duty.
It was poetic in the way that his job was to send her passing of the souls through his blade, and she is the one to receive it. By Zerofuku's decree, they are to never cross weapons as they share the connection of the souls. Lately, with the demons he'd slay, he'd present their bodies neatly not for out of their respect, but out of respect for you.
Several memories of his often gazing to you always left his heart beating, and it wasn't the adrenaline that lit up his veins. At times, Kenshin tried to approach you gently, to let you know the deity behind the sword he lives by, and yet the missed opportunities pile up, with his and your duties busier but intertwining.
He often has no time to write, nor leave crafted gifts, hence the God of War began to leave the stray wild flowers in a bouquet on the noblest warrior's body as for you to see when you collect the warrior's soul.
Many a times the God of Poetry and Luck, Yoshimoto, would chide him in his dishonesty towards you. It was the very situation as Kenshin drinks his sake in peace in front of the God who was busying himself with his talismans. Kenshin himself seldom had many talismans to write, except to the ones of his shrine as his divine decree. Unlike the other deities, for being a superior deity of the council, he has the fewest shrines, only one to his name.
The Poetry deity sitting across from him had several, hence his brush was as quick as his tongue while he advises the fellow god. "You desire her so Kenshin, yet as the God of Conquest you have not lain a siege on her," Yoshimoto joked, as Kenshin was always enthusiastic with his conquests.
"I'd regard you and Motonari swapped with the way you addressed Lady Izanami," Kenshin glared at the God, who's calligraphy never faltered despite the threatening tone of the War deity. "It is not rightful of me to demand such a thing, not with the burden Zerofuku placed on her."
Another deity arrived to their conversation. One befitting Kenshin's situation, none other the God of Emotions and Spirits, Ranmaru, who phased through the sliding doors instead of opening them. Ranmaru arrived at Yoshimoto's call however, as a decree between the two gods had to be made of the connection between love and luck.
"As you are here Ranmaru, you are best to advise Kenshin upon the situation he's in," Yoshimoto quipped, dipping his brush in the ink once more.
The expressive deity jumped for joy at the suggestion, almost teasing the conquest deity. "I'd agree even if you offered nothing, Kenshin. You've been a deity I'd been dying to get my hands on!"
"We cannot die, Spirit God," Kenshin corrected, confused as to what the god meant.
"You're no fun," Ranmaru pouted, his fingers going through Kenshin's forehead as he 'flicked' his forehead. "The real issue is that you're no where closer to her than you were thousands of years ago, Conquest God."
Yoshimoto, who took a quick tea break, nearly coughed out his tea at Ranmaru's brutal honesty. "I doubt the Medicine God could heal the emotional damage from that…"
Ranmaru went on anyway, his hands reaching for a peach slice at the tea table. "As someone who works closely with Lady YN, he could easily befriend her."
Kenshin was silenced by Ranmaru's truthful remarks. He hummed, taking another cup of sake down his throat, the burning feeling coming from the want to confession and not the alcohol.
"You could be her escort, Kenshin."
He glanced up at the Fire God, who's presence made the room's temperature rise. His close relative Yoshimoto had invited him too, but from the smirk Shingen carried, Kenshin assumed that he'd been listening in long ago.
The Fire God reached for the sweet buns next to the peaches by the tea table. "You have an excuse, as Ranmaru said. You both are close with each other, and although Sasuke is the most favourable, the Messenger God as all gods can tire," He went on, offering a plate of pickled plums to the War God.
Ranmaru chipped in once more, "And you may not know, but she might be willing to be close to you too…"
Kenshin huffed, despising the gods who meddled with his business, taking his sword out to polish it. Yet, he contemplates on the suggestion, writing his submission late into the night.
Before he sends the message by the heavenly winds, he went to the battlefield he and you last touched, gathering the remaining bunches of wild flowers to seal his holy decree of his request, to be an escort befitting of the Deity of Death.
Aki I don’t have a request I just wanted to remind you I think you’re awesome
Thank u Curly!! You really stuck with me through thick n thin when I'm writing my TWST stuff. I appreciate it, and one of the greatest friends I've made!!
[side note: to everyone else, please use my submissions for stuff like this!]
This is a repost of a request! I hope you guys and the requester @ifthiswingscouldfly enjoy this ask once again.
Napoleon Bonaparte, there was not a day he could go without kissing you. In the mornings, when you'd wake up later than him, the lazy mornings are filled with slow kisses as he trailed those kisses over your neck and ears, loving the way you curled up to him as he wrapped his larger arm around you. His kisses are longing, slow, but always filled with love for you.
Isaac Newton, his kisses are not without hesitation. His usual affections consist of holding your hand, or leaning on your shoulder once he tires of his research. Isaac's kisses… are for those moments when he truly desires you. In those moments he wishes to see no one but you, he holds your waist in one hand with another hand drawing you up to lock you in his kiss.
Arthur Conan Doyle, how he loves to kiss you to tease you. His kisses are quick, his soft lips making your skin flutter as you were held in his lap. You'd always feel the warm goosebumps as the coffee scent of Arthur began imprinting onto you, but how could you resist the gentleman when he'd always kiss your hand when he greets you? Or, in his bed, the melting kisses that simply draw you into him…
Dazai Osamu, his kisses favour towards kisses that surprise you, often kissing you before he leaves or when he arrives. The quick pecks on your nose, the breath of his whisper to the kiss on the tips of your ear, the press of his lips to the corner of your mouth… Those feelings would warm you up throughout the day, but his favourites would be the longing lip lock he gives you only in your shared bedroom.
Theodorus Van Gogh, to him, kisses are a form of reassurance. Morning kisses goodbye meant that you were wishing him well. Kisses to the tips of your fingers are promises to return to you. Kisses to your forehead are his way of telling that everything will be alright. Kisses to your neck are promises that he'll spend the night with you. His most intimate kiss, to your ring finger, is a promise to wed you.
Vincent Van Gogh, he has the urge to kiss you every day. Not so much as a requirement from you, but a need for him. Whether it be a kiss to your forehead, a kiss to your palm or a loving kiss to your lips, it's a need that he ever so indulges in. In those times where you allow to give him one bite, he'll compensate you by a thousand fold in kisses instead. It's locked in his heart, but the kiss he anticipates the most is the one he gets to share with you once you're married.
Leonardo Da Vinci, how he's a fan of lazy kisses. His kisses are slow, meaningful, and usually given with much care and thought. On days he's active, he gives the quick kiss on the cheek as a farewell. However, having you in his arms, your head against his chest as you both drift off into a siesta. Just as you wake up, he bestows a very sleepy kiss as he holds you closer, perhaps for another nap session…
Jean D'Arc, his kisses are only given when he's alone with you. He'll do anything else to keep you close, for others to understand that he was yours whether it be holding your hand or standing next to you. How his heart flutters when he has you in his bed, and you grant him a kiss before sleeping. The most honorable of kisses to him would be when he bends the knee, your hand to his lips as he swears to be your knight forever.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, his kisses are secretive yet filled with such passion that it causes you to get dizzy at times. Even when you two are alone, he keeps his kisses for the most intimate of moments, when he's desperate for your touch, and when he needs to confide in you. His kisses are feverish, as his kiss demands for more of you with his arms wrapped around you.
Sebastian, his kisses are quick throughout the day, as both of you are busy. Often no one notices them, but he'll peck your forehead instead of flicking it when you do a good job. Kisses that he finds pleasure in giving are when you're on his lap, and he has your neck tilted to pepper kisses up along your neck to your jaw, smothering you in affection when you two are alone.
Comte Saint Germain, he shamelessly loves to kiss you. In his office, he doesn't mind whoever walks in when he has you there, loving him so passionately. He often leans to kiss the tips of your ears as a way of teasing, or kissing the edges of your wrists as a way of promising you. The kiss on your lips that leave you breathless however, is a special promise from him to give you even more throughout the night.
William Shakespeare, doesn't typically initiate kisses. They're sacred to him, as if you two would only be united by true love's kiss as the story goes. He's no stranger to physical affection, but he'd never let anyone see him kiss you. It's his personal method of devotion, as he's on his knees to kiss your palm before your bed, finally pressing his own lips against yours.
Vlad, his kisses signify that you're his and he's yours. It's almost as a status symbol, the way he leans to press a kiss to your forehead as his one arm is by your waist. For as much as your relationship was public, he loves to sneak kisses the way he used to when he was courting you, where he'd be on the window sill to sneak a kiss, or in the garden alone, as he uses his large coat to shield you both as he locks lips with you.
Johann Georg Faust, he was a prideful man, a smug one at that. How impressive it was, to see him fall apart at your kisses, to see his arms immediately coddle you as you bestow him a kiss, standing at the ball of your foot to reach him, his large hand cradling your head to deepen the kiss. It's an action he'd only allow with you saying you want it, he's not one for surprise kisses for as much as you were his own precious surprise.
Charles-Henri Sanson, he's utterly shameless with his kiss. Sometimes when Faust demands to talk to him, he'd busy himself buried in the crook of your neck, peppering butterfly kisses up and down before reaching your collarbone, further busying himself with the scent of you. All he wants is to trap you in his arms as he deepens the kiss between you two, his soft hairs tickling your cheek…
hello! can I ask when requests are gonna be open again/ if they are open l? Ty :)
Hi! Requests will be open by next week as I still have some projects to attend to. Hope you understand! Also, popular fandoms such as IkeVamp and TWST will be delayed/restricted as I have a few projects of it.
Hello everyone! Akihiko here to update that requests are now open! Please be noted of the rules [pinned post] and what I said in the post I reblog from.
Note: Submissions are only for discussing about plotlines [EX: 'Hey! About the TWST-Meta Aware, the...'] that will involve me replying referring to my writing notes, no writing anything new [EX: 'Initially I was planning this, but went with...]
or asking about blog-related things such as [EX: 'Hey, is this going on Ao3?' OR 'Hi! Are requests open?']
Hey I do not know what happened at all but just want to say, I like your writings and all the best for the future!
Hi! Excuse my behaviour, but I also love your RP blog Admin, you represent Shin well in my opinion and it's one of the things that reignite my interest for the Diabolik Lovers Games.
Talking about your blog aside, thank you for checking in on me. Under the cut are links to the posts where it happened, where about 4 blogs were confused about Ikemen Vampire which is a game that uses historical characters and have their own characterisations on it.
They misinterpret it as me writing about the irl counterparts [who i have stated under the cut] that I do not support, however it led to them picking on players of the game. I just advise that you block those people and move on.
As I have said, I plan to repost it because it was a request and to honour the requester and the effort I put into it. Thank you for the well wishes, and if you are a fan of Diabolik Lovers please check out their blog too!
Links to posts about what happened:
Original IkeVamp post, and a mutual's [naga's] response to it.
Hey! I saw what happened, and just wanted to let you know the community is here for you. If you need anything you can let us know. You can delete this if you want, but I want you to know we'll make sure you're safe.
DMs are always open,
Continue to do what you do well! ❤
Hi! Thank you for checking in on me. I appreciate the submission, and I'd simply appreciate if you block those in notes and don't interact with them anymore. You might notice that I have removed the fanfic, with the permission of the requester.
It will be reposted sometime next week, with asks open too. Mentally, I'm alright from it, and thank you to everyone who reblogged in support of it. I still stand by what I said for the sake of you readers.
hi there ! i saw your requests were still open and i really like your writing so i decided on requesting authur, dazai, and leonardo with a psychic reader that has telepathy that cant be turned off, strength thats not the easiest to control, clairvoyance, and ect. like saiki :)
Psychic!MC: Arthur, Dazai + Leonardo
This was fun! I got to rewatch Saiki K, but then I decided to generalise the abilities a little, since I based my knowledge on other power-related stories too. Please avoid [Leonardo's] part if you're uncomfortable with alcohol/parties.
Arthur Conan Doyle
It all began when you predicted the obscene words that'd come out of his mouth. Arthur was impressed, and he made a simple guess, that was indeed correct
He's impressed that someone like you could somehow predict the future too, especially with others moods
Your strength is something he can't get used to, since his instinct is to help you out, but any handshake or high-five leaves him aching. It doesn't hurt his pride though, in fact, it's inspiring that you're stronger than a sired vampire
If anything occurs out of your control, he's one to comfort you by telling you that you did nothing wrong
Arthur was a kind of lover that would most likely trigger your mood swings. It was really unintentional, with his teasing going a little too far… The supposed afternoon tea was turned sour with Comte unknowingly spilling the news about your actual abilities. You were quick to assume that Arthur couldn't keep his mouth shut, and Arthur was surprised that Comte knew…
It was a hands on sight for the other residents to see you fling a cup across the room near Arthur's head. You were rightfully excused from the room, running out to the garden. Despite your insistence for Arthur to stop following you, he still did, and a vision came when you sat on the garden bench where you saw Arthur on his knees, whispering-
"Love, I may say nonsense from time to time," He admitted, on his knees just as you predicted, his hands warming the tips of your fingers. "Trust me, when I tell you that I'd never turn against your back."
'For if I ever turn on your back, my eyesight might be cursed by the heavens… That's too much for her to hear. She's as red as the camellias I gave her the other day, and now she's trying to shy from me. My endearing dear-'
You stopped listening to Arthur's thoughts, clearly flustered at reading his thoughts.
Dazai Osamu
He's surprised that you always manage to predict which window he'd come from, sometimes even the ceiling…
His curiosity targets you then. You may be able to see the future, but your heart still jumps at Dazai's appearances
His smooth persuasion eventually got you to fess up, or maybe it was the way that Dazai pestered you to suggest the next window for him to surprise Isaac
He doesn't treat you any differently, but he finds it poetic that he, a man who did everything to turn against fate, fell in love with you, who is one who can predict fate
Dazai is someone who wouldn't want you to use it on him, but he can't help but be curious. On occasions, he'd be a bit wary of your strength. Lately, he'd been thinking about his past, hence his recent absence from you.
Your sudden clairvoyance was not working in tangent with your telepathy, which frustrated you beyond belief. You promised Dazai that he'd be the first to try the cookies you made, so there you were, walking around the garden to search for him. He simply watched you from the branch he perched on, the gentle sway of his coat barely alerting you.
He doubted the range of your telepathy, but he had a limited understanding of it.
'The cute twirl she does… it's so tempting to jump down and surprise her, but YN might've predicted my location. If she does trip, swooping in to save her and the cookies doesn't seem so bad-'
"Dazai!" You called out, following the intensity of echo in your head. Dazai's sultry voice in his tone brought a blush creeping up your neck when you heard it, but for now you were focused on presenting the cookies to him.
"Did you think of me, YN?" He teased, hanging from the tree at your eye level. "Or did you hear me in your thoughts instead?"
Leonardo Da Vinci
He knew you were no ordinary human, and it almost angered him in a way, since he believed that Comte somehow convinced you to come through the door
Your response to his irritated opinion about it being fate intrigued him too much that he confirmed that you were not human
You were not human, that was right, you told him. You were still mortal though, just a mortal with extra abilities like a witch
Somehow, he finds himself growing closer to you. You were a true bridge between mortals and immortals, as there's still so much he wishes to know despite you being younger than him
He's one to despise others like him, particularly vampires of his cohort with the exception of Comte. With the inconsistency of your abilities, Leonardo was often the one to escort to those events of non-humans.
To his relief, you got along with a few human and non-human witches. Leonardo couldn't lie to himself of the feelings he grew for you, but only the time between you two could tell if you returned it equally.
His curiosity only meant that others were bound to be curious too, as evidenced by the beastman who, drunk off his ass, is approaching you. Leonardo was across the ballroom, catching up with a nymph friend of his, only to be shocked by the sight.
With all propriety out the window, he rushed to your side, only to be surprised as your telepathy threw the glass of wine - drugged, by Leonardo's guess - across the beastman's face in anger. He holds you close to him, to quell your anger as to not cause anymore damage.
'If it were not for cara mia here, I would've knocked those fangs he prided clean off his lips…'
You heard his thoughts as Leonardo escorted you out, his larger coat swallowing you whole as you take in his scent. You were too embarrassed to tell Leonardo that the beastman insulted Leonardo, but with the smile on his face, he's bound to know sooner or later…
hello! can I ask when requests are gonna be open again/ if they are open l? Ty :)
Hi! Requests will be open by next week as I still have some projects to attend to. Hope you understand! Also, popular fandoms such as IkeVamp and TWST will be delayed/restricted as I have a few projects of it.
