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"𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝓹𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽" Le Comte De Saint Germain x (fem.) reader

After a very michievious dinner, you punish your husband. Please do not repost, only reblog, thank you! Also, request are open for everyone! I hope you enjoy~

Today, he promised you that it would be your day.You would be his mistress and you'll make him "pay" for all the teasing at the dinner the previous day.

It was the first time after the days that you came to the mansion, that the other residents saw you that flustered.But they didn't know the Comte's hand was under your skirt, nor his elegant fingers that were inside your slick heat.They didn't notice how he cleaned his fingers with his tongue and it wasn't because of the food, while murmuring "delicious".

Now you were standing outside of your room.You opened the door and found your husband tied with silky red belts on your shared bed.He was naked and his cock was hard.Beads of precum were dripping on his thighs.

You smirked and rubbed your legs together.You strode over to the panting man, grabbed his member and gave a kiss to his cum covered head.

"Hello, ma chérie.How do you feel?"You asked him with a playfull tone.The greater vampire breathed heavily and he tried to get closer.You knew what he was trying to do, that's why you stood from the bed.

"What do you think you're doing, mon amour?Do you want something from me?"You kissed his cold forehead, making him groan out an apology.

"I'm so sorry, ma chérie.I w-won't do it again, mmmm...Do something!"He cried desperately.You leaned to his ear and whispered.

"Beg.What should i do, my dear?"You were looking at him inoccently and he let another strangled moan out.

"P-please, my sweatheart.Show me how much of a good girl you are for me."You giggled.

"But...i have to punish you, not pleasure you."You kissed his lips and pushed your tongue in his mouth.Then you took it out and you trailed kisses from his lips down to his neck, where you left a hickey, continued down his chest and finall, you reached his cock.You sucked the head and took it down your throat.

Le comte's body was shivering.You bobbed your head up and down, taking more of him inside your mouth.Suddenly, long fingers touched your hair.You looked up to your husband and found out that the red belts were broken on the bed.

Saint Germain lifted you from his cock and hugged you to his body.

"My love, please forgive me for my rudeness, but i want to ravish you."Quickly, he layed you on the spot that he was only seconds ago.He got rid of your clothes and opened your legs.

"Let me love you with my body.I'll make you mine all over again."He thrusted his hips to yours and he smoothly went inside you.You moaned loudly and moved your hips in sync with his.

The sounds that fell from his mouth sounded like prayers.

"I love you so much.You make me so happy and i don't want to ever let you go."His thrusts became faster, his pulse quickened.

You screamed from the pleasure and came on his long, hard cock, making cum as well.He pulled out of you and kissed your forehead sweetly.His soft gaze made you feel flustered.He smiled, cuddling you close.

"I love you so much.I think it's killing me, in a good way."You looked at him shyly.

"I love you too."You pecked his cheek.The man held you close.

"Thank you for loving me.I promised that i will cherish you forever."And with these last words, you fell asleep in each others arms.

THE END

Hello there Can I request a kiss fir Comte ? Thank you so much Have a nice day :D

A/N: Here you are, lovely Julie!

Word Count: 435

A kiss doesn't always end in fire and flames. It doesn’t always end in a body lit up by fireworks, then falling back to earth in a soft rain of fading sparks. Sometimes, a kiss is the careful touch of the ocean’s white foam on the sand or the sound of gentle rain against a window pane. You thrill for the moments when Comte reaches for you, full of golden fire. But the kisses that stay with you the longest are the ones that glow, not burn.

He notices when your mind is gray, clouded with sadness. He always notices and it shifts his priorities. You rise to the top of his mind like warm air, expanding until your happiness fills every corner of his thoughts.

Somehow, he is there. He slides his strong arms around you, pulling you toward the shelter of his body where you bend, leaning into his strength. One hand begins a soothing, rhythmic stroking of your back. You feel the way your breath steadies, the way the tension in your body unspools for him, as if he were reaching in and wrapping it around his hands like Clotho spinning the thread of human fate. His other hand cups your face, warm and tender. He does not demand you meet his gaze. He demands nothing of you.

The first kiss is placed on your forehead, a gesture of protection, of empathy. It can feel more intimate than if you were standing bare before him. It can feel as comforting as sinking into a warm bath. Without so much as a word he assures you that he is there for you. Your bastille against the slings and arrows of an outrageous world. Your oasis in the drought of uncertainty. You accept his kiss and, like a flower to the sun, tilt your face upwards towards him, silently asking for more.

The second kiss is his lips on yours in a gesture so tender it reverberates throughout the chambers of your heart like the deep resonance of church bells. It is the raindrop that clings to the petal. The gleam of sunshine off a hummingbird’s bright feathers. The press of his lips speaks so loudly of his love for you, his devotion to you now and forever. He loves you through the moments of high summer and the moments of darkest winter. He presses this promise against your lips again and again and again until you are breathless with understanding, with acceptance. 

He is here, right now. 

And he always will be.

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Headcanons: a kiss in each season with 4 different princes!

A/N: So after talking a bit to the lovely @bellerose-arcana I added 4 vamp suitors too!

Word Count: 872

Spring: Clavis / Mozart

Clavis kisses you with all the vibrancy of spring. You feel alive like a riotous blossom proclaiming its return from a long season of sleep. Wild and full of abandonment, you throw your arms around him the way Mother Nature haphazardly throws color back into the world. Every shade of green from pale jade to deep forest colors your heart. Petals practically vibrating with the force of their colors, the pinks and reds and blues and yellows, bloom within its chambers. It is the season of rebirth, of hope, of emergence. This is what you feel when you kiss him. A fountain of love that springs between your hearts, whose refreshing taste is on your lips every time you kiss.

Kissing Mozart feels like the thaw of winter as it slowly melts away, giving up its hold on the world so that spring can be born. You are Persephone, rising from the Underworld to breathe life into his wintery form. Your fingers run through pale, snowy hair, curl into its softness. Cool amethyst eyes slowly warm, ignited by the feel of you pressed against him. Color stains his cheeks like sunlight breaking through the gloom. His embrace shifts, muscles going lax, his body warming under your touch, softening and opening like a bud reaching for the sun.

Summer: Keith / Leonardo

Keith is like a summer’s day that sneaks up on you with its intensity. He wraps his strong arms around you and you are warm and safe and the world is bright. His embrace is the brilliant blue sky wrapping itself around you. It feels expansive yet welcoming. You could lose yourself in it and be happy forever. And then he kisses you, pure and joyful, and you taste sunshine on your lips. He is the brightness of red strawberries and the sweetness of peaches. You tighten your arms around him, wanting more. As you linger in his embrace, as you chase the taste of him, heat builds inside you, waves of it slowly rolling through your veins. This is no longer a soft summer morning, but midday in all of its sweltering glory.

Summer has its halcyon days that seem to stretch on forever, where the sun lounges in the sky like a lion on the Savannah, sprawling across the day it knows it owns. Leonardo pulls you to him, almost lazily. Definitely possessively. As the sun greedily clutches the sky, he holds you against his body, his kiss a paradox: slow and heated, unhurried, the languor of the day conveyed through lips and tongue....yet these slow, decadent kisses spark a thundering through your veins, loud and wild as a sudden summer storm.

Autumn: Leon/ Comte

Leon cups your face in his strong hands, his eyes as gold as the turning leaves, bright as a brilliant autumn sun when he looks at you, the anticipation of your kiss akin to the trees bracing themselves, whispering of the coming winter. But there is nothing cold about the feel of his mouth on yours. His lips move over yours, soft as cashmere, sweet as apple cider. His fingers trace the curve of your jaw. You melt against him, your heart soaring like a kite on the wind, a tail of soft, glowing sparks trailing across your skin. 

Comte’s touch is gentle, sure and velvet with desire. His lips brush the lightest of kisses across your collarbone, a cool autumn mist rolling across trembling fields of gold. You plunge your fingers into the silk of his hair, baring your neck to his wandering mouth. The long line of your throat echoes the wolf, head thrown back to howl its love for the beauty of a harvest moon. And when Comte raises his head, his eyes amber on fire, lupine in ferocity, you know his restraint has been pushed to its limit....and desire, with all the force of an October storm, is about to break free.

Winter: Gilbert / Vlad

Kissing Gilbert is wrapping your arms around the chilled air, pressing your lips to the smooth, slate gray clouds and tasting the sweet shock of cold on your tongue right before it melts. His fingers trace a frosted filigree against the nape of your neck, an invisible tattoo marking you as his. Teeth, white as snow, are winter’s bite when they nip your sensitive, flushed skin. The sting leaves you red, red with the evidence of his desire, red with a bonfire growing within. His hunger consumes you, a blizzard of craving and voracity that you willingly yield to, that you blissfully allow to swallow you whole.

Vlad holds you in his arms, the soft black satin of a winter sky embracing its precious diamond stars. His beauty is the softness of snow as it floats down to earth. And just as snow covers all in a blanket of glistening white, so does he enfold his beloved in his arms, wrapping you in an embrace as soft and tender as the light in his rose-red eyes. He lowers his head, his lips brushing yours. You feel beautiful, treasured, as if the white winter moon has chosen to bathe you in its soft, argent light. You wrap your arms around him, closing your eyes, knowing he will always be your way through the darkness, your warmth in the cold. 

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Could I please request some unrequited love headcanons for Comte, Theo, Arthur, and Leonardo?

A/N: Hello anon! I've left Leonardo out because he just got a very long fic and the others don't have quite as many requests so I wanted to let them have their time to shine. I hope that's ok!

Word Count: 964

Comte de St. Germain

Pushing aside the heavy velvet curtain, Comte has a perfect view down into the sunlit garden and a perfect view of you. Of both of you. Leonardo has set up his easel and is watching you attempt to paint the wooden gazebo with its clinging vines and flowering bushes. He leans over your shoulder, reaching around you and covers your hand with his, guiding your brush strokes. Comte’s sharp golden eyes zero in on the way his long fingers curl around your delicate wrist, the flirtatious, downward cast of your eyelashes, the sensual smile playing over Leonardo’s lips.

You turn to look at Leonardo, your faces so very close, and Comte’s breath is held prisoner in his lungs. Your eyes, even at this distance, are bright as stars, your cheeks rival the pink petals of the roses you’re trying to capture. His chest begins to burn. There is undeniable longing in the tilt of your head, the inviting pout of your lips. What would he give to have that perfect expression of admiration and yearning aimed at him?

Leonardo leans forward, as unable to resist you as the tide could the enthralling pull of the moon. The paintbrush falls from your fingers, abandoned, as you wrap your arms around him, your body melting into his impassioned embrace.

Leo deserves happiness. This is the mantra that gallops through Comte’s mind, over and over, even as he tries to ignore the agonizing ache in his chest. He closes the curtain once more with a trembling hand. Now he stands, slumped in darkness, his heart a flower without sunlight, without water, slowly withering away.

Theodorus van Gogh

One of the best things about walking through Paris on a clear afternoon, just before evening breaks and spills its lavender and orange and pink across the sky, is using the fading light that is left to admire the street artists and their work.

Vincent’s fingers are laced through yours, strong and protective as you move across the Pont des Arts, taking in the different paintings, all sizes and subject matters, that the different street artists are displaying, trying to make a sale. You pause in front of a painting of tiny calico kittens in a basket. “Oh look!” Vincent smiles, soft and affectionate as he nods, immediately engaging the artist in a conversation about brush types and which paint they used. You are content to listen, unable to hide the sunshine of open admiration you have for him. Your smile is radiant with it. Your eyes sparkle with it.

Theo pretends to be deeply interested in a smaller painting of a doomed ship out at sea during a violent storm. Normally he would spend time studying the black, thrashing waves with their white caps, noting the way the artist created movement, how they captured the chaos of nature gone feral with their brushstrokes. But he is distracted. Because rather than stare at the painting and study it, he is staring at something he considers a perfect piece of aesthetics: you. He has long since memorized the line of your cheekbones, the curve of your jaw, the perfect symmetry of your lips. Your eyes are a color that has never existed for him until he saw them. They are the bright window to the part of you he admires most: your kind and gentle heart, that luminous part of you that shines resplendent as a harvest moon.

And now those eyes are fixed on his brother as if he were the one who hung all stars in the sky. Your fingers are locked tight with his, laced together, a perfect pairing. His jaw clenches as he turns back to the painting of the wild, roiling sea. He has that same turbulent ocean inside of him every time he sees you look at Vincent that way. It floods his heart, dragging it down into the black depths of despair, leaving him as windswept and lost as the small, broken ship in the painting.

Arthur Conan Doyle

Of all people, why Newt? Newt with his wide, cherry-blossom eyes and slight frame, his dislike of people and a good time. His mind which so easily winds its way through impossible equations but cannot small-talk its way out of a paper bag. That Newt is who you have chosen to love. The one you have decided is allowed to receive all of your warm smiles, your tender touches, the melody of your laughter.

He caught you one night. Strolling back from a tryst with one of his regulars, the sweet taste of blood stilling lingering on his lips. He entered the mansion through the garden gates at the back. As he made his way quietly as a shadow around towards the front, a certain sound caught his attention.

He stops, ducking behind the gazebo when he spots you and Isaac. Evidently you had come out into the garden at night to do a bit of stargazing. Isaac’s telescope is set up, pointed toward the sky. But it is abandoned, left to gaze on its own. You and Isaac seem to have gotten distracted, laying on an oversized picnic blanket, wrapped in each other’s arms. Gripping the wooden railing of the gazebo, Arthur’s sharp blue eyes note the details: the way your fingers are white, curled so tightly against Isaac’s shoulders; the way his leg is pressed between yours, the tilt of your head, baring your sensitive throat to him. And that sound, the one that caught his attention, the sharp gasping of your breath as his lips feast on the bare skin of your shoulder, the slope of your neck.

Green-eyed jealousy roars inside of Arthur’s heart. His fingers are bloodless as they grip the railing. The lingering taste of another woman’s blood suddenly turns sour, curdling like rancid milk on his tongue. He doesn’t want her, or anyone else. The woman he wants, the one he dreams of, is currently in the arms of another man. And all he sees now is red.

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A happy happy birthday to the first Ikemen route I ever read and a character that holds a special place in my heart 🧡🧡🧡

My Comte fics/headcanons:

Luck

Under the Stars (Domestic AU)

La Famille

1 Year Anniversary

Soulmate AU

Devoted Affection

Changing Seasons

Unrequited Love

Kissing Comte

Snoring MC

Comfort after Nightmare

Nighttime in the Mansion

A Kiss for Every Season

Springtime

Chasing demons away

Requested by: @coldjudgestudentdeputy - Hello! I just want to say that your stories give me so much comfort and I am grateful for your writing. Could I request a comfort fic for Ikemen Vampire Comte with a self harming S/O. You don’t know how much you reading has helped me! Thank you so much! Much Love ❤️❤️❤️

Pairing: le Comte de Saint-Germain x reader

Warnings: selfharm, suicidal intentions, lots and lots of angst, gore

A/N: Thank you again for being so sweet dear! You’ve got no idea how happy that made me and how honoured I feel that I can continue to bring you comfort. I hope I did a good job... Also, I wrote the reader as gender neutral, if you’d like me to change it, just ask ;) I’ll be glad to write something for you again if you’d need. Sending lots of strength through this post!

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     Everybody has bad days, there is no shame in that. Sometimes you just feel under the weather, be it for one reason or another. But when this feeling just doesn’t want to go away, and days turn into weeks, which turn into months, it becomes a problem.

    When you became Comte’s partner, he assured you that you no longer had to work alongside Sebastian if you didn’t want to. That was of course unthinkable, not only would you feel extremely guilty for putting extra work on the poor man’s shoulders, you liked your job at the mansion. And quite frankly, you didn’t know what else you would do. Let’s be honest, it’s not like you could really pursue a career in 19th century... And sure, you had your hobbies, but you certainly couldn’t compare to the likes of your housemates. At least, that’s what you thought.

    Abandoning your old life was not an easy decision, but certainly not one you regretted. Most of the time that is. Sometimes, you couldn’t help but feel insecure. Sometimes, thoughts of doubt would haunt and taunt you, whispering delicately in your ears how you don’t belong and how foolish you are for giving up your life to a man for who you are just a spec in his never ending life.

    Now, both you and Comte were busy people. Running a mansion and looking after it were not easy tasks, but you knew that whenever you needed it, you could rely on your lover, even when your thoughts made you want to turn the other way, just so he wouldn’t be worried. But he knew what sadness looks like, he knew it better than anyone, and seeing your eyes clouded by the emotion clawed at his old soul. When your thoughts were especially loud, it took him one look at your face to know just exactly what’s wrong. He would take you to his room or at least somewhere where you two could be alone, tugged you close to him and held you as long as you needed. No matter how hard it was, you two were always able to chase away those demons of yours and in those moments did you truly know that you loved him and he loved you.

    But no matter how many times did your lover chase those monstrous thoughts away, they always came back. It started out small, barely noticeable. One day, the moment you opened your eyes, it was like a heavy blanket was draped across your soul. It made the world seem gray and blank. Without thinking much of it, you went about your day as usual.

    The first one to call you out on your unusual behaviour was Vincent at breakfast “Is somehing wrong (Y/N)?” You were puzzled, was there something wrong? After shaking your head in confusion, the painter elaborated “Your eyes don’t shine as usual.” he said and looked at you with worried eyes. You smiled at him, despite how unnatural the action felt to you “I guess it’s just a bad day. I’ll be fine,”

    Turns out Vincent wasn’t the only one who noticed the change. Dazai mentioned you weren’t smiling as usual and Sebastian pointed out how quiet you are. On one hand you felt flattered that they noticed such a small detail about you, but a small voice in your head whispered “Look how worried you make them.”

    The next days weren’t any better. But you were determined to not make anyone worried. For a while, it seemed to work. You concentrated on your daily tasks and dodged every question with “I’m fine.” and the best smile you could muster up. But it seemed the blanket didn’t want to be lifted at all. Every day you woke up more tired than before and pretending you were fine just so you wouldn’t worry anyone was becoming harder and harder each day.

    It was not long before Comte noticed how your eyes weren’t clouded by just any sadness, but weighed down by immense pain. He questioned you about it, but you were stubborn, one of your traits he oh so loved about you, but now it did more harm than good. Through careful prodding he got out of you that you were indeed not fine, but didn’t wish to talk about it. That it was for his sake you didn’t say out loud, he didn’t need to know that.

    Time passed and all the residents became quite worried for you. Whenever they approached you, asking how you were and if you would like to maybe go out, all you could see was the worry in their eyes. “You’re not doing well enough!” your mind tormented you “They shouldn’t have to worry about you, they have enough problems already!” And so the only rational thing in that moment was to isolate yourself even more. You were hurting, and just because you refused to share your pain with the others, you still needed an outlet.

    “Ma chérie, do you know where is my razor?” Comte asked you from the bathroom attached to his room. “No idea, mon cher.” you answered innocently, but you couldn’t help the guilt that swirled in your gut at that lie. You really didn’t want to steal from your lover, the idea itself horrible and the act even worse, but there was no other way. You would take care of this problem, one way or another. “Oh well, seems I’ve lost it.” Comte made a mental note to ask Sebastian to buy him a new one once he’ll go out for groceries “I’ll be in my study, if you need me.” he gave you a kiss on the forehead and left you in the bedroom. Alone.

    It was late in the afternoon when you finally got back to the room you shared with your lover. Dark thoughts plagued your mind the whole day and you were anxiously anticipating this moment. Slowly and carefully you took out the razor your lover ‘lost’ this morning. You sat on your side of the bed, eyes roaming the shining object in your hand. You slowly put one of your hands on your thigh, wrist facing up and brought the tip of the razor to your wrist. “Now or never.” your mind ordered.

Slice.

    That... That wasn’t so bad. You haven’t done this in a long while, but it surprized you how easy it was. You could already feel the pressure easing away from your body, your eyes set on the cut that was quickly becoming darker with your blood. But it wasn’t enough. “Only one cut? What are you, a coward? Make it at least four!” the voice ordered. And you complied.

    Soon, your whole wrist was covered in blood. As you came down from the high, you started panicking. How were you going to hide this from everyone?? They’d be so disappointed if they found out, you thought. “Or you could just finish the job.” your mind whispered. You knew where the artery in your hand was. How easy would it be to just slice it pen and let the river of blood flow out? You wouldn’t have to worry about anything anymore. Nobody would have to worry about you anymore. Comte could find someone more stable than you. It’s what he deserved anyway...

    The tip of the razor moved towards the outer side of your wrist. You were so numb that it almost felt like it moved on its own. Just as you began pressing down, a familiar voice interrupted your actions “Put the blade down ma chérie.”

    Comte was pleased to find out that it had been only the afternoon when he was done with his work. He didn’t have to go to Sebastian immediately then. He got up and started walking to his room, to search for his lost razor for the last time. Now he wished he lost it.

     Just as he opened the door, the strong scent of blood hit his nose like a slap to the face. Eyes quickly searched the room and to his horror, he found you sitting on the bed, his razor in your hand, fresh cuts on your wrist. You didn’t seem to notice him, eyes fixed on your wrist, the tip of the blade slowly moving towards a place where nothing sharp should ever touch you.

    “Put the blade down ma chérie.” he softly called out to you, closing the door quietly behind him as he took a few steps forward. One wrong move and he could lose you. And he didn’t want to risk that. You whirled around to face him, eyes widened in panic, mouth opened a bit. Tears were streaming down your face, the sight so painful to him that it brought some into his own. He repeated his request. You didn’t budge, but Comte saw your grip on the blade tightening.

    “Come on, you’re already this far, surely you’re not gonna chicken out?” your mind questioned, its voice turning sour and screechy instead of the honeyed murmurs you were used to. You hesitated. Oh but your lover’s eyes shone with tears and i them you saw desperation. For once he dropped his mask, allowed you and only you to see, truly see, just how much he needed you. You saw fear, and love and sadness so deeply rooted within him and it made your heart tear apart. You swore to yourself once that you’d be there for him, that he didn’t have to be alone anymore.

    And so once again, your lover won over your ill mind. No matter how painful life would become, he would always come first. You dropped the wicked torture tool, which clanked loudly against the floor, staining it with your blood. It took you both only a few steps to meet each other at the foot of your bed. Comte didn’t hesitate to wrap you in his arms, holding you tighter than ever before, not caring that his clothes would get dirty, because how could he ever get mad at you?

    As you held each other close you heard his quiet, almost completely inaudible sniffles. You pulled away from him a bit and cradled his face in your hands, wiping his tears away “Please don’t cry mon cher. I’m so sorry.”

    Holding you close with one hand, he placed his other on the back of your head and peppered your face with gentle kisses and you smiled sadly at the gesture. Only when every inch of your skin received the love it deserved he pulled away “Please, please don’t leave me. After you stole my heart I promised myself I’d never let you go. I couldn’t bear to lose you, to be alone again.” You nodded your head in confirmation, guilt heavy on your chest again. “I can’t promise that everything will be alright, but you have to believe that I am here for you, whenever you may need me. Please, I am your lover, don’t ever hesitate to come to me.” “But, you shouldn’t have to-” you wanted to argue, but Comte pressed his pointer finger against your lips “You’ve helped me so much. I am a better man thanks to you. You support me, it’s only fair I support you too.” And even though your mind still didn’t quiet down, even it couldn’t find an argument against that.

    After that, Comte quickly brought a first aid kit to his room and tended to your wounds. He took the rest of the day and night to show you just how much deserving of love and support you are and how much you truly mean to him.

Listen.

I know I'm greedy as heck, but I just love Ikevamp guys so much. But like... All of them. At once. I even like MC. And I desperately want to love on them so much..

Anyway, do y'all have links to any MC/everyone fics? Need me sum 'o those.

I'm begging you.

Thanx!

Communication is key

!!!!!TW: Dark, dark thoughts! Violence! I reaaally have no idea what's up with me, so I can't really specify!!!!!

A/N: Here we go again... Read more will be added when I have an access to a pc. Please excuse any grammar errors.

Pairing: Comte de Saint Germain x reader

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Things were getting bad again. You woke up one day and the world seemed just a bit darker, a bit more glum, a bit more colourless. It was like the volcano that is your happiness finally erupted and coated the world in a thick layer of ash. And all the repressed thoughts, doubts and worries spilled out, slow but steady, and ready to burn, just like hot lava.

It went on like that for a while, the thoughts getting closer and closer and one day, they just consumed you completely. You didn't want to do anything, didn't have the motivation to do anything, but there was this fear inside you, fear of upsetting your loved ones, that you still got up and did your work.

But you had to let go of something, so your mind wouldn't shut down completely.

Who would've thought skipping meals was so easy?

Oh how your hurt, twisted mind enjoyed the way your stomach, that has been empty for days now, squeezed and turned in an attempt to let you know its needs, filling your head, that was already aching from the malnutrition, with deep grumbles.

You seriously didn't think this could go on forever, did you?

It must've been one of the residents who told him. Maybe it was Sebastian, he spent most of the time with you afterall. Maybe it was Arthur when he caught you in the library, leaning your head on the shelves, because you were lightheaded or maybe Dazai, who caught you outside smashing your head against a tree he was occupying, your facial muscles clenched and teeth tightly clamped together, frustration written all over your face.

But that didn't matter now.

What did matter was him, in all his perfect beauty and grace. He sat behind his desk, fingers weaved together in front of his chin. The only thing he was lacking, was that trade mark smile of his, now replaced by what an onlooker would call a blank face, but those who knew him could recognize a scowl forming on his face.

It started simple. "How are you ma chèrie?" By now you had realized that lying would be futile, so you answered truthfully "I'm not doing so well right now. But no need to worry my love, I'll be alright soon enough." you smiled at him. Never in your lufe have you realized how straining it is sometimes to smile.

Comte sighed "You tell me not to worry and then I hear you've been neglecting and hurting yourself. I think that gives me a good reason to worry." He didn't lie, you had to admit and so you only looked off to the side and nodded your head.

"Why didn't you come to me? I could've at least tried to help you." His eyes were staring right into your soul, searching for truth. But the truth was, that you had no idea. Maybe it was due to your trauma, but consulting your problems with your lover never even came up as an option in your head. The first thing your brain commanded to your body was selfdestruct. And so you only shrugged.

"May I know what's plaguing your mind my dear?" he asked oh so softly and caringly. Your response was almost automatic "Oh it's nothing serious, I'm just a bit under the weather is all. I'll be better in no time!"

Comte sighed. But not sadly anymore. His sigh was filled to the brim with dissapointment. "And yet you still lie to me. What am I supposed to do with you?" a small, loving smile accompanied the count's second sentence.

What am I supposed to do with you?

AnyThIng yOu WAnt! Your mind screeched, its voice echoing off the walls of your soul. I aM eMPtY anYwAY! My LIfE's NoTHiNg bUT a FlEetiNG aFfaiR in YouRS, so iT dOEsn'T reAlLy mAttER, DoEs iT?

Despite the burning lava turning your brain into a piece of coal, you felt empty. So so empty. No feeling, no meaning. Unimportant.

You needed to feel. You needed to feel. You NEEDED to FEEL! Youneededtofeelyouneededtofeelyouneededto-

"Hit me."

It was but a mere whisper, but he was sure he hasn't heard anything more loudly than this. In a split second, he left his desk and stood facing you. Your eyes, sunken and empty looked at his clearly worried face.

"I'm acting like a brat. So hit me."

His arm, quick as lightning, shot out towards you. But instead of stinging pain, you felt warmth where he pressed your bodies together. You felt the smooth material of his coat against your face and his arms tightly wound around your back and waist.

And as his warmth seeped into your skin, your being was overcome with one, simple feeling.

this isn't right

no, a slight whimper escaped you. He only held you tighter.

Even as the whimpers rose to screams, screams of pure anguish, desperation and frustration, and you started to thrash in his embrace, he didn't let go.

"No! No!! You don't understand, I-I need the pain! I need to feel it! Please!! You can’t be so calm! Shout at me, hit me, anything but this silence, please!!!"

Your stammering screams shattered his heart into pieces and he couldn't help but drop his mask of perfection and cry, while trying to shush and soothe you.

Despite the tears rolling down his cheeks, his voice didn't break once and his hold didn't falter, until you went lax in his arms. Comte looked down at you, a small part of him hoping to see you content and better, but what he saw only broke his heart further.

You were resting your cheek on his chest, your empty, dead gaze set somewhere far, your lips chapped and dry. You looked exactly how you felt.

Broken.

Your lips started moving, at first only slightly, nearly nonexistent trembles. After a few seconds you whispered "Why am I like this?"

Thank you so much! This was perfect! I love those four, so don't worry ^^ You really captured their personalities well, Mozart especially, that was really amazing!

Hi! I've read your headcanons and your writing is soooo good, I can't resist but to request as well. Since every time I hear that confidence is sexy (which it is) I get sad, because with my anxiety confidence is something I experience twice a year XD can I ask for headcanons with any four boys you choose (because I love them all the same) with an s/o who is just really worried of messing up all the time? I don't know how to love and be with soeone properly :') Thank you ^^

ahhhh sweetie thank you so much for the compliments !!!! i’ve struggled with anxiety myself as well, so i understand how it can feel 💖 for this i chose comte, leonardo, mozart, and napoleon ? i hope that’s okay? Xx :) you should also know that your anxiety does not make you any less of a loveable or attractive person, and that you amount to so much more than your worries 💕 i really hope these are okay and your enjoy them wahhh feel free to send me a message or request anytime, love you lots 💙💙💙

✎ desc : headcanons for comte, leonardo, mozart, and napoleon with an s/o who is anxious and gets worried about messing up || this is just fluff/comfort, but tw for anxiety mentions || gn mc

comte :

Comte is excessively, ridiculously, superlatively in love with you - there's not a single thing you could ever do or say that would change his feelings, and there's not a single thing he wouldn't do to make you feel better.

If you ever have a single worry Comte will never hesitate to sweep you off of your feet, carry you to his room, and just sit for hours on end with you wrapped up in his arms; leaning his head against your shoulder to whisper sweet nothings and gentle reassurances into your ear, his warm breath tickling your neck as he punctuates each sentence by pressing a small kiss against your skin.

This man simply adores complimenting you, and has an endless bank of loving words and earnest encouragement that will make you forget you were ever worried about making a mistake in the first place.

You’re his angel, his sweetheart, his treasure, the love of his life — and that means if you’re anxious he’s there to support you, if you do something good he’ll shower you in the highest praise, and if you do happen to make a mistake? He’s there to help you fix it, and if you would like him to he’ll teach you what to do next time.

Comte has got plenty of confidence, and he’s more than happy to share some of it with you.

As a pureblood, he’s seen it all — any mistake you could possibly make wouldn’t really phase him.

He’ll just quietly step in — absolutely never telling you off or saying a single harsh word to you — and he’ll take your hands and show you what do to; rewarding you with a lingering kiss to the forehead afterwards.

Comte is physically incapable of ever thinking a bad or disparaging thing about you, he’s on your side through it all. You give him so much constant joy and happiness — so allow yourself to lean on him a little, he’ll always be there to support you ♡

leonardo :

Leonardo has seen a lot of different things and different types of people throughout his long life, and he has never been the type of person to judge someone or be mean.

He’s always spending so much time helping others with their problems, and he’s exceptionally good at it — you truly couldn’t have anyone better to support you :’)

And when it comes to you in particular? Well, you’re his incredibly precious little tesoro, which means there’s nothing in the whole universe he wouldn’t do to help you or make you feel better.

If on any day Leo feels like you seem particularly anxious or worried about something specific, he’ll encourage you to take a break with him — dragging you to his room, or the nearest available quiet space, he’ll lie down with you; your head cradled against his warm chest as he slowly draws little shapes against your back.

If you concentrate though, you’d notice that Leonardo is not just tracing random shapes, but actually letters instead, tenderly writing his most fervent feelings across your skin. *“Ti amo”, “Sei la mia anima gemella”, “Mi hai cambiato la vita”, “Nei tuoi occhi c’è il cielo”, and many more — continuing long after you’ve fallen asleep.

If you don’t have time to take a full nap however, he’ll just hold you for a little while wherever you are — pulling his coat around your body to bring you closer to him and quietly humming an improvised little tune. After a short moment he’ll let you go again, checking how you feel and offering any help.

Even if you refuse his assistance, however, he’ll still watch from the sidelines — he wouldn’t want to interfere if you truly thought you could handle something, but he hates to ever see you struggle or worry and will step in to be by your side if he feels it’s right to do so ♡

mozart :

Mozart knows very well that he’s not always great with his words, often coming off as overly harsh or cold to most other people.

Therefore, if you seem anxious or are worried about messing up he’ll try comfort you the best way he knows how — his music.

Leading you to the music room, he’ll have you sit right next to him on the piano bench as he begins to play whichever song seems most appropriate for your particular mood.

If you seem mostly anxious and worried, he’ll play something soothing — you’ll hear the soft legato tones of his music wash over you like waves, a low and rumbling ostinato rolling in like a tender mist to ground your tumultuous mind and coax you back to tranquility. The lilting dotted rhythms of the melody nursed you gently, enticing your eyes to close; your worries leaving you in a deep sigh.

If you seem mostly sad or upset however, he’ll play something upbeat and happy instead — his hands dancing across the full tessitura of the piano like lightning, the uptempo metre conjuring your mind to imagine sparks following after his fingers. Syncopated rhythms and an odd metre gave the music a jaunty quality, the impish back and forth imitation between right and left hand like a playful conversation between good friends.

And if you seem tired or angry, he’ll play something strong and powerful — his music drawing you out of your mood, the tempest of your mind transforming into a whirlwind of sound. Harsh dissonances and polyphonic cacophony filled the room, your negative emotions seeming to run from your own mind and flow into his piano, leaving you newly energised and refreshed as the piece tumbled to a close.

You’re seine Liebe, his love, and he’ll constantly be there to cheer you on and give you support when you’re nervous or feel like you’ve messed up.

Mozart knows he’s not the best with words, and he doesn’t always know what to do in every situation, but he’ll translate his love and care for you into countless compositions — always willing to sit down and play for you. After he’s finished the piece, and you’re both feeling calmer, he’ll carefully encourage you to talk to him so you can both work towards a solution to whatever problem together ♡

napoleon :

Napoleon is naturally an extremely charming, charismatic and inspiring man. He has incredibly strong convictions and will always stand up for what he believes in — and there’s nothing, and nobody, that he believes in more than you.

He has a constant desire to protect you, so when he sees you anxious or worried about messing something up for even a second he will immediately jump into action.

With a soft, albeit slightly tense, smile he’ll take your hands and ask vey seriously if you’re okay — dearly hoping you’ll explain to him how you’re feeling and allow him help you, teach you how to do something, or just stand at the sidelines and give you his encouragement.

Napoleon just loves you so so so much, and would do anything to make you feel happy and relaxed like you deserve to be.

No language, or even combination of languages, in existence could possibly have the right words to sufficiently describe just how much happiness, support, joy, stability, and love you’ve given him just by being you. So whatever you want, whatever you need, he wants you to know he’s right there at your disposal. He is your solider. Your protector. Your lover. Your ‘Léon. Forever.

This man will make tons of little jokes and light teases to help you relax, your worries slowly beginning to melt away with the sight of his soft smile and sound of his infections laugh ringing in your ears.

Napoleon will try as hard as he can to make you smile or laugh, even if it’s only a tiny bit. He simply thinks the best way to assuage your worries, and help you feel less anxious about similar situations in the future, is to help you turn all your problems into positive memories.

He just really wants to reinforce the message that you’re safe, that everything can be fixed, that no-one will ever judge or get angry at you and most of all… that he loves you. That he’s never leaving you. That you can both accomplish anything you want by simply working together ♡

*Translations for Leonardo : (i only have an incredibly vague knowledge of Italian so if I made mistakes with any translations please tell me!) :)) <3

Ti amo = i love you

Sei la mia anima gemella = you are my soulmate

Mi hai cambiato la vita = you changed my life

Nei tuoi occhi c’è il cielo = the sky is in your eyes

This is sort of an emergency request, I still haven’t gotten over the trauma of being sexually assaulted at 15, raped at 16 and sexually abused at 17. So MC is dealing with her trauma and hates being touched unless she initiates it otherwise she flinches or runs away (I personally suffer night terrors) for either Leo, Arthur, Comte, Vincent or Theo. I understand if you’re uncomfortable with this request, just thought I’d ask anyway. Plz and thank you.

A/N: I hope this is any good and that I approached this somewhat well, if you ever need anything else, feel free to ask!

TW: dealing with trauma, night terrors

Leo:

Ok, in the begining, there might be some misunderstandings, because Leo is a touchy guy.

But as soon as you give him a sign or tell him you're not comfortable with being touched, he'll stop.

He will ask why, but won't force you to talk.

If you decide to tell him at some point, his reaction will be calm at first glance.

Trust me, he's angry on the inside that such horrible things happen mostly to innocent people, but won't show it, because it won't help anything.

He'll just thank you for sharing this with him.

And asks how that will affect your relationship.

He'll remember everything you tell him, what you are and are not comfortable with etc.

You can count on him to be with you through thick and thin, if you want him to of course.

He's more than capable of giving you space or comfort, whatever you seek at the moment.

Especially with your night terrors. Whatever you need, he'll try and help you get it.

He's just very respectful and supportive and let's you control how the relationship evolves.

Arthur:

Again, you might have a rocky start, since Artie is a heavy flirt.

However, once he sees how uncomfortable he makes you feel, he'll stop his advances.

I think given his deduction skills, he'd suspect that there's something more serious behind this behaviour of yours.

And that's exactly why he won't ask about it.

He has his own traumas and understands how annoying and invasive it is to pry.

So he bonds with you while respecting your boundaries.

Since he doesn't ask, he doesn't know anything, so he might help himself with his deductions when it comes to you and what you would and wouldn't be comfortable with.

Listens intently to anything and everything you decide to share with him, because he knows how important it is to have someone who just listens and is there, without comparing, or judging.

After that, he would probably act similar to Leo.

Comte:

Comte is a gentleman, so there's a big chance you'll feel the most comfortable around him and right from the beginning too.

He's not really one to invade personal space.

He has a great understanding of boundaries.

Definitely is a great buddy for night terrors too, he can soothe anyone and anything, because he's charming like that.

He would be one of the more protective out of the bunch.

It would be really subtle though.

He can't help but feel at ease when somebody's escorting you when you go out, even if it's just Sebas.

But no matter how much he wants nothing bad to happen to you ever again, he reminds himself that this is about you and not him.

So if you want someone to accompany you to do the shopping, he'll arrange it, but if you don't, he won't complain.

On the other hand, he loves how strong you are and how far you've come and that you're still working on dealing with everything every day.

And he'll show that that through many gifts ^^

Vincent:

Another one that you can feel comfortable around right from the beginning.

He, too, wouldn't ask any questions.

He doesn't understand like Arthur does, he just...doesn't feel the need to know. He understands that you have your reasons and you don't have to explain yourself.

I feel like he'd be a great person to come to when you're feeling down or after a night terrors.

No matter the time or if you've woken him up, he'll stay awake with you, trying his best to comfort you, even though it doesn't come to him as naturally as with Comte.

He also listens without interrupting.

However, expect him to cry.

He is known for being positive and happy and calm all the time, but he can't. Not now.

If Leo was angry because of what happened to you, Vincent would be devastated, crushed, but both for the same reason, you didn't deserve it.

He'll be careful with you. Like, super careful.

He knows you don't like being touched, but even if you initiate it, his touches will be feather light.

He just doesn't want to accidentally make you uncomfortable.

Theo:

I think in the beggining, his attitude might drive you away, but still don't see him as someone who would invade your personal space.

You could be straightforward with him and tell him you don't like being touched and he'd keep it in mind.

But I also could see him be the most curious one of the bunch.

He will ask why and if you don't tell him, he'll act offended for a little while, before he realizes that a) it's none of his business and b) it might not be an easy thing to talk about.

After that, you won't have any troubles with him.

His reaction to your story would be a mix of Leo's and Vincent's.

He'd feel devastated, but would appear calm and serious.

If you come to him with your night terrors, he'll try to stay awake, but given how much he works, he would fall asleep before you do.

In that case, just wake him up again. After a few rounds he'll be awake enough ;)

He'd wreck his brain to find ways to comfort you, since he isn't good with words and you don't like being touched.

He'd show he cares through being protective, however more visibly than Comte.

If you're going to a place where there's bound to be a lot of people, like the market or an event, he'll accompany you.

And if he doesn't have time, he'll ask Vincent, hell maybe even Arthur!

Also doesn't trust strangers around you.

If this would make you feel coddled, you'd have to talk to him about it, set boundaries.

He's hot headed, he means well, but sometimes scts before he thinks.

OH MY GOD I LOVED YOUR GRIM REAPER AU with our dear Comte!! Do you know what I did remember when I read it? That little comic about how "life and death have been in love for longer than we have words to describe"

Oh my gosh, thank you so much! I think I saw that comic too! Though I wasn't planning on shipping any of the suitors with our dear Comte, it is still a very cute idea <3

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If you don't know...THIS IS KIKI!!

THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!!! SHE LOVES BELLY RUBS AND KISSES.

On Sunday she needed some hefty surgery due to bacteria and infections and lost a kidney. She's only 3, possibly has FIV(basically cat HIV).

Surgery and hospital stay came to be $10,000, and I had to pay 95% upfront might as well take all of it at that point

I also lost my job last Thursday, because I expressed my concerns to the district manager and the store manager didn't like that and fired me.

SO BECAUSE SO MANY OF YOU LOVE KIKI AND MY WRITING/BANTERS IM DOING A LITTLE THING!!!

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For $5 I will write bullet point hcs with any guy with any scenario. Can be smut, fluff, angst, I DO IT ALL ＼(°o°)／

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Don't have $5/$10? Even $1 helps. Can't do that? Then please just share. I don't want anyone to feel obligated. Want to donate more but only have one request? ILL TAKE IT.

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You guys know how this works I'm sure.

OR GIVE ME $50+ AND I WONT ABUSE ARTHUR FOR A WHOLE DAY

Lazy morning with Comte

Words: 516

Tags: scenario; morning cuddles; fluffy; no pronouns specified, but Comte calls you chérie; established relationship.

He’s been awake for a while now, but he wants to savor this peaceful moment with you. With his chest pressed against your back and his arms wrapped securely around you, he envelops you in his embrace, softly nuzzling his face into your hair from time to time.

Comte both feels and hears it when your breathing changes pace, meaning you’re waking up too. A soft yawn escapes your lips as you stretch, and your hand goes to his arm to loosen it from around your body, but he tightens his hold.

“Hm…?” you hum under your breath, turning your head to glance at your lover with a hint of confusion. “Well, bonjour,” you smile warmly as you realize he is awake.

“Bonjour, chérie,” he chuckles at the confusion on your face.

You turn the rest of your body to face him fully, giving him a peck on the lips. He holds you in place by the neck to give you a proper morning kiss, and you can’t help but giggle, warmth spreading through your heart.

“Have you been awake for long?”

“Not too long,” he replies, kissing your forehead.

“What time is it?” you mumble, propping yourself up on your elbow to glance at the clock. “It’s almost time to get up.”

“It is,” he replies, his arm gently guiding you back down onto the mattress and into his arms.

“I should get up already.”

“If you want to,” he smiles with such affection that his eyes crinkle.

“Yes,” you yawn, covering your mouth with the palm of your hand as you look at him with the same loving gaze he gives you. “This way, I can take my time getting ready before helping Sebas.”

“Of course.” He shifts his arm around you, adjusting his hold on your body.

You chuckle softly. “Comte?”

“Yes, chérie?” he entwines his legs with yours.

“Can I get up?”

He is still smiling at you, trying to disguise his true intentions of not letting you leave his arms so soon today.

“Excellent question,” he hums, pretending to ponder the answer. “Can you?” He peppers kisses on your face.

“Alright, I’ll stay,” you concede with a contented sigh, “But in a few minutes, it’s going to be an obligation, you know.”

“It never is,” he murmurs, trailing his kisses down your neck and nuzzling his face there. “I’m giving you the day off.”

“Comte,” you laugh softly as his lips tickle your skin. “I can’t do that.”

“I can.”

“I have lots of things to do with Sebastian. We’ll have a busy afternoon today.”

“Then it’s settled. You’ll rest at least in the morning.”

He abruptly pulls you closer, causing your body to collide with his, and he tucks your face under his chin as a squeak escapes you. Comte laughs and kisses the top of your head, placing one hand on your head and the other on your back, rubbing relaxing circles with his fingertips while ensuring to keep you as close as possible.

You huff, knowing it’s a lost battle.

You end up taking the whole day off.

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So heart touching and tender...I loved it. And the next part, oh...it was just beautiful amd exactly what I needed, even ifthough I didn't know that. Thank you <3

having an off day

Ophelia by Friedrich Heyser

>ikemen vampire

>mansion residents x reader

>a/n: so sorry for the weird formatting in advance. i hope it makes sense. enjoy! 

>part 2: how your evening and night went

You woke up with the weight of an oppressive dread. A black hole in you seemed to suck the vitality out of you. Usually your spirit was at least alive and willing to get you out of bed, but this morning, it was only dead static in your chest. You could chalk it up to feeling homesick or hopelessness with your predicament, but nonetheless, you were not up to it at all today. 

Still, you willed yourself out of bed, afraid to let Sebastian and the residents down (though you knew they wouldn’t fault you for being off, you still felt the obligation because Le Comte is letting you stay for free, after all.)

On that note, the residents would fs feel a disturbance in the force if you weren’t out in the mansion today. You not being there would set off a chain reaction and have them be grumpy and having off days too. 

While setting up breakfast with Sebastian, you asked for the cleaning tasks for the rest of the day. You loved the residents but unfortunately could muster up no energy to talk to anyone today. Sebastian's obviously the first to catch on, and as the mansion’s biggest gossip, will spread this notion to any and every vampire he encounters. Thankfully, he didn't question it and hesitantly granted you permission. He usually doesn’t give you the heavier tasks like cleaning, but seeing your dour mood, he caught on that you wanted the solitude. 

While passing out breakfast for the morning vampires (Arthur, Vincent, Theo, Dazai, Isaac, Mozart, Comte) you were unusually quiet. Usually, you would bashfully respond to Arthur’s flirty remarks or retaliate to Theo’s teasing, but today you only acknowledged everyone with a slight (and very forced) smile.

Dazai Osamu

I'm of the belief that Dazai has a sadness antenna that catches on to everyone’s emotions as soon as they feel them. So best believe that as soon as you woke up, he could already sense a disturbance in the force. 

So when you very quietly poured tea for him, he placed a gentle hand on your arm and gave you a silent “are you ok?” look. He could tell that you didn’t want to bring attention to yourself, but also didn’t want to leave you like this. 

The deal he made with you when you first arrived came to mind. He proposed that whenever you felt even the slightest inclination of sadness, that you came to him to confide in (because you know he gets it fs). 

You acknowledged it with a solemn nod, wanting to communicate that you remembered the promise but couldn’t do it just yet. Dazai pursed his lips in quiet uncertainty, but allowed you to continue your chores. 

Later in the afternoon, while tending to the gardens outside, Dazai nonchalantly sat by your working figure. He settled for watching you work before piping up, “how fortunate the flowers are to be cared for by you.” You may have jumped a little bit, having been lost in your thoughts. 

Dazai’s gentle smile seemed more genuine this time; not quite the clownish mask he usually wore. “Unfortunately for you, I may be the only one who understands your predicament the most.” He walked next to you, a serene silence in the air.  

You confess as much of your melancholy as you could put into words while Dazai remained contemplative and respectfully quiet. Whether it was your mental wellness being disturbed, thoughts of home, or even just a broad exhaustion, Dazai will listen and understand. Sometime during your tirade, tears seeped out from your eyes unnoticed, except by his golden eyes. He softly cupped your cheek and wiped your tears away; his touch never more than gentle. 

At that moment, Dazai touched your face as if it was a delicate flower petal about to fall to its demise. His heart clenched in both tender affection at your vulnerability around him, and deep anguish that it was you who suffered and he couldn’t take that burden instead. How was it that a beautiful angel like you was tormented at this moment and not him, the sinful monster who was deserving of your burden and more. Still, he kept those demeaning thoughts quiet and yearned that his love could be felt in his gentle touches to your cheek. 

Dazai is the most sensitive to others’ emotions and will be the first to catch on to any of your mood changes. He'd rather die than leave you toiling in your own sadness, so he’ll follow you around until you confide in him. As tragic as it is, it’s his responsibility to make sure no one else, and especially not someone he cares about so deeply like you, feels the same torture he does. 

Arthur Conan Doyle

The writers are perceptive and sensitive to people’s emotions and characters, and usually you love them for that. Today, it made you the slightest bit frustrated. With only a meek “thank you” to Arthur’s compliment of, “your beautiful face is the perfect start to this day, love” he knew something was wrong. 

You poured his coffee quietly, hoping no one would pay attention to you. Arthur placed a soft hand against your back and asked lowly, “are you alright? Did something happen?” you shook your head and gave him an appreciative smile. 

You moved to pour Theo’s drink next, but Arthur’s arm wrapped around your waist. He motioned for you to come closer and so you leaned down.

“I've got to run errands in town today, but I'll find you once I get back. Do you think you can talk to me then?” he whispered. 

“I'm not sure.”

“I hate to leave you like this, love, really. At least promise me you can hold out until later and you can take all your frustration out on me, yes?” you find yourself laughing a little at his suggestion. He smiled in victory and gave your waist a small squeeze before letting you go.

Once Arthur returns from his errands, it’s just nearing lunch. True to his word, he finds you in the mansion (good luck evading his genius mind) and vows to take you out for a meal. You can refuse all you want, but it truly does wound him seeing you the slightest bit upset. Maybe his past influences that, but nonetheless, he wants to make you happy. 

He’ll do everything in his power to make you laugh, and if that doesn’t work, he’ll try and pester you so that you take your anger out on him. 

He treats you like a princess during the date, hooking his arm under yours, pushing your chair in, paying for everything, and if you were up to it, taking you shopping afterwards. 

He’ll try and seek out a case nearby as those tend to cheer you up and serve as a welcome distraction. 

Whether you choose to confide in him or not, he might have already caught on to what made you upset and will subtly offer a word of advice or comfort, depending on whichever you needed. And he’s perceptive enough to catch on to what you need. 

Nevertheless, the author’s darling attempts of alleviating your mood will likely be a success. Arthur is one of the tragic ones who would rather suffer than even endure the thought of his cared ones being upset. And you’re the one who brought new light into his revived life, so admittedly, he enjoys being there for you. If you allow him past your walls, Arthur would do just about everything to prove it was worth doing so. His care may be hidden under layers of deceptive and cliché flirtation, but a little unravelling shows just how tenderly he cares for you. So while his attempts do reflect that playboy life, the warm hand on your back proves there is no one in this new life he treasures more than yourself. 

Theodorus van Gogh

Still feeling Arthur’s and Dazai’s worried looks on your back, you moved on to Theo, who was unfortunately, less perceptive than the two. 

“Took you long enough, hondje. Dogs aren’t known to be so slow.” he huffed, having already placed a generous amount of sugar in his cup. You could barely register the small, “sche uit, Theo,” from Vincent. Still, his comment served to sour your mood even further, a sinking feeling in your heart suddenly blurring your eyes. 

Your spatial awareness being off, you almost overfilled Theo’s cup. This time, he took notice of your shaky and meek manner. He was about to complain, but when you turned to him to apologise, he saw your teary eyes.

“You hurt? What happened? Who hurt you?” Theo immediately asked in concern. You shook your head in alarm. His handsome face scrunched in concern, and he reached out to seize your arm to steady its shaking. He set down the coffee pot and checked if your arm got burnt. 

he gruffly passed the coffee pot to his brother, and when he was faced with questioning looks from the rest of the table he simply said, “you pour your own damn coffee.” He motioned for you to leave, wanting to relieve you of your duties for this morning as a small mercy. 

Theo is unfortunately one of the busier men of the mansion, so he can’t do much until the evening when he returns. So despite the tense morning, there’s no resolution until after supper. what his words can’t deliver though, his actions do. 

Regardless of how many residents have comforted you, you remained silent and thoughtful. Their efforts were greatly appreciated, but your energy was still depleted. 

Theo catches you right after cleaning up with Sebastian. He hid a large box behind his broad back, strangely timid from his usual bold character. He cleared his throat, “hondje, I brought you something home from work. you told me you liked this last time I took you out for a walk.” 

He stepped aside to show you the large and very sweetly decorated cake in the box. you knew how expensive it was, and for a man like Theo, who was quite savvy with money, you felt a tinge of guilt for making him waste money on you. 

“Theo, thank you. I don't know what to say, you really didn’t have to.”

“Hush hondje. A master’s supposed to take care of his puppy. And you’ve been working hard lately—you deserve a little treat.” 

Of course, Theo indulges in the dessert with you, he may have bought it partly for himself too. But when he saw you enjoying something he gave you, it warmed his heart. Perhaps your smile is sweeter than any dessert he’s had before—and he’s got quite a sweet tooth. 

Theo can be brash, and not nearly as emotionally perceptive as the others. So initially, he’ll be his usual gruff and teasing self. But he’s a good man (savannah), and will always serve you, regardless of the master-puppy dynamic he’s got going on. He’s weak to you, and would hand you the world just to get a glimpse of your sweet smile again. He can’t have his pretty girl sad, that makes him a terrible master. 

Vincent van Gogh

You shook your head, insisting that you stay to help Sebastian. Theo disapprovingly shook his head and tried to stop you from doing more work, but you’d already moved to Vincent’s side. 

Vincent already caught on as soon as Theo asked if you were okay. He poured his coffee himself, so you passed him the small bowl of butter and served a plate of sliced fruit to help. Vincent gently stroked your back, “Schatje, we’re just fine here, you can sit down. Have you had breakfast yourself yet?” knowing you never liked to put yourself first. 

“I'm just fine, Vincent. thank you.” you stuttered out. He hummed in concern, “Sebas told me you were doing laundry outside today. I'll come help you, if that’s alright?” you shook your head, touched at his kind offer, but dreadful over having a companion. As sweet as Vincent was, you were afraid of being too brash with him, with how short your patience was today. 

“We don't have to talk or anything, I'm offering because I want to, mc. please?” Vincent’s pleading eyes were too precious, so you gave him a hesitant nod. 

Vincent brightened up, his angelic smile lifting your spirits up slightly. with a warm day like today, he usually painted outside anyway. at least you wouldn’t have to be with him the whole time. 

He gave your arm an appreciative squeeze before you left. you weren’t sure how to thank him exactly. 

True to his word, the moment you stepped foot outside, you were greeted with his “could heal any and every problem in the world” smile. He was extra handsome wearing his simple, white, button-up shirt with his sleeves rolled up. 

You gave him an appreciative nod, a bit flustered with having someone help you with such a simple task. Still, Vincent pleasantly hummed with no complaints, hanging the clothes you washed. 

It’s true that his hands were blessed by god, but his somewhat clumsy work with clipping the clothes on the line was a contrast to his paintings. Still, his determined expression dispelled any frustration you had, with how hardworking and adorable he was. 

With Vincent’s help (and the soft melody of Mozart's distant piano playing), the laundry was hung in sufficient time. other than having tea with Comte, you really didn’t have much left to do this early afternoon. Vincent cutely tilted his head in curiosity at your zoned out face. 

When he giggled, you snapped out of your stupor and glanced questioningly at him. “sorry! you’re just so cute staring into space like that.” Flustered, you faced away from him. 

“Don’t just say things like that Vincent. you’ll give me the wrong idea.”

“I mean it though. you’re adorable even just breathing.” He was doing that thing where he innocently compliments you, but just like his brother, actually wants to see you flustered. 

“Vincent!”

“and now you’re even lovelier when you’re all embarrassed!” Vincent chuckled, finally relenting when your hands fully covered your burning face. 

“Sorry for teasing you. I was just hoping I could make you smile. I know I'm not nearly as funny as Napoleon, or as dependable as Leonardo, but it hurts me to see you in pain, mc.” Vincent gently pried your hands away, holding them in his bigger and warmer ones. He stroked your palms in gentle circles. 

Really, he wanted to just wrap you in an embrace and hoped that you would let out your emotions to him. But he knew you needed time and patience before confiding in him. If you allowed it, he would stay all-day with you, just comforting and listening to any of your vulnerable confessions you chose to indulge him to. 

Eventually, you did relent to receiving a warm hug from him. you couldn’t see his face, but he was overjoyed you felt safe enough with him to do so. 

Angelic Vincent wishes he could take any and every pain you feel and take it all himself. It truly breaks his heart seeing your usually bright spirit so down, so he’ll do everything he can to comfort you. He’s patient and gentle; never crossing any of your boundaries and allowing you to take whatever you need and however long it takes you to find that out. He’ll help you with your work, sing you to sleep, feed you treats (that you hope he didn’t make), and give you as much or as little as you need. He cares about you deeply and only hopes he can be enough to cure at least a little bit of the pain you feel. 

Comte de Saint-Germain

Comte's face was already scrunched in worry from the moment you entered the dining hall. his calm and elegant demeanour belied it, but he was eager to finally talk to you. Once you reached his side, you swore you could almost hear the sigh of relief. 

“I speak for everyone when I say that no one can start their day right without seeing your face, chérie.” Ever the romantic, Comte wants to reassure you that you’re wanted (needed actually), and that he appreciates your being there. 

You’d be hard-pressed not to feel flustered by his words. “You’re exaggerating, Comte, but thank you.” Your usual routine consisted of having tea with Comte in the early afternoon, but you weren’t sure you’d make good company. “about later today comte—“

“I'll have the tea and desserts set up. i’ve found this new patisserie in the city—“

“comte, i’m really sorry—“

“You don’t have to do any work, mc. I want you to take a break.” He was clearly well-intentioned and the break did sound tempting. so with much hesitation, you relented to comte’s demands. 

Perhaps a little part of you dreaded it, knowing how protective Comte was over you. He’ll pry, and if he found out that it was another person’s doing that caused your mood, he’ll cause a riot (gracefully and elegantly, mind you). He was already waiting at the garden’s gazebo, a spread of various sweet pastries and steaming tea set up for you. 

He perked up upon seeing you, pushing your chair in as you sat down. He poured you tea and placed one of each pastry on your plate while you hopelessly tried to stop him. 

“I'm simply ecstatic you could join me today, ma chérie.” he hummed, sipping his tea. 

“It's not anyone’s fault, it’s just me.” You wanted to clear up what you knew he was itching to find out. his shoulders sagged down in relief for a brief moment before settling back into his perfect posture. 

“That's a relief, but I still want to make sure you’re okay, mc. Come, have some tea.” 

You could feel Comte’s golden eyes watching your every move, but otherwise, the tea was excellent and he was certainly generous with all the pastries. 

The real surprise was later in the night, after dinner, when comte asked you to meet him in his office. He was on the balcony, gazing out to the Parisian landscape (he would have been smoking then, but he tries not to). 

“You called for me, comte?” 

“Ah yes. mc.” The way he said your name was admittedly a bit seductive when accompanied by his golden eyes. he had this excited air about him, unknown if it was for innocent or more sinful reasons. He motioned towards a concerningly large box on his table. you opened it, and to your surprise (not really let’s bfr), there was a beautiful silk dress in your favourite colour. 

Comte moved close from behind you, and with a quiet “may i?” he delicately  put a necklace on your neck, the light brush of his fingers dizzying. 

He trailed his hands down to your shoulders and squeezed them, before descending to your arms. “ma chérie, i want to make you feel better. how can i do that for you?” he rubbed your arms up and down before wrapping around your body altogether. 

In this position, you could cry in peace, ramble in frustration, or be silent and enjoy his embrace without fear of judgement. He couldn’t see your expression, to save any embarrassment on your end, but he’s still there. 

Comte will definitely be protective and try and figure out if it was anyone made you upset. He would commit a murder to whoever did, but if there wasn’t anyone, he’d focus on making you feel better. His love language is gifts, quite obviously, but I also like to believe that he’s an acts of service guy who’d want to make things at least a little easier for you, like giving you a break. He'd want to reward you with gifts, expensive, but the kind that he knows you like. and if that doesn’t show you he cares about you, he’ll stay long enough to help you recover; in a way, he feels proudly possessive, knowing you could show your vulnerability to only him. 

Napoleon Bonaparte

As one of the late risers, you were tasked with waking him up in the morning. you did your usual routine of ripping the blankets off him and blocking his kiss with your hand. this time though, you left the former emperor be, once you caught sight of his half-opened eyes. 

He took a minute to catch on to your disappearance (forgive him, he’s half-awake) but as soon as it registered in his sleepy brain, he zoomed out of his room to catch your retreating figure. 

You knew he was one of the persistent men of the mansion, unable to leave you alone even when you weren’t upset. so this time around, he was hellbent on following you until you’d answer his inquiries. 

“Nunuche? what’s gotten into you?” he would quickly catch up to you and grip your arm until you show him your teary face. And only then would he relent and hold your hand instead.

You could confide in him and tell him about all your problems, because after all, he was the man who saved you and vowed to protect you all this time. However, even if you didn’t at that moment, nothing would stop Napoleon from making you feel better. 

He would briefly venture into town to absolve him of any of his guard duties so he could remain at your side the entire day. Perhaps a bit of an overreaction on his part, but owing his new life to you, he wanted to prioritise you above all else. 

Unlike a certain lazy Italian, this Italian will politely request that you be relieved of your tasks, and though you insisted on at least completing the laundry with Vincent and having tea with Comte, you relented to his demands. 

His usual routine was to take you to the stables and run as far as you can on his horse. It was often what helped him dispel the ghosts from his past; the coolness of the afternoon wind was a soothing balm to your face that was drenched with hot tears. He would childishly ignite a race between the two of you through the vast woods surrounding Comte’s mansion, if only to ease your heavy mind with a far less laborious task. 

He’d lead you to a small meadow on the outskirts of the fields, far from prying eyes and ears. There you can let any emotion out: whether that was a yell of frustration, a scream of rage, or harsh sobs, Napoleon will do it first, if it removes any embarrassment on your end. 

Whether you choose to confide in him or not, (which you likely would, considering how unyieldingly supportive and protective Napoleon had been for you thus far) Napoleon will willingly listen to anything you say. You could wax cheesy poetry, ponder about the origins of the universe, or just recall mundane moments in the mansion, but Napoleon will respond in kind to any silly statement you make. 

Napoleon of all people wouldn’t be opposed to having a nap on the soft, dewy grass, under the blanket of the warm setting sun. Once it gets cold though, he’d take you back to the mansion. 

If you still felt overwhelmed, he would bring you up to the attic that overlooked the Paris skyline. 

Napoleon, as he hopes that you consider him one of your closest companions, would do everything in his power to ease your pain. He’d begin by alleviating your work for the day, and whether that entailed him undertaking those chores or simply helping you with them, he’d do anything. Then, he might try what works best for him when he has his off days, usually in regard to the past, but allow you to dictate what he can or can’t do. Really, he hopes that whatever he does dispels those clouds of anguish and replaces it with some good old Napoleon humour. As the evening closes in, he’d take you to the attic. With only the stars and the moon as your witness, Napoleon would do everything in his power to bring you comfort. 

sorry that i wasn't able to write for everyone in this post, but I'll feature the rest (Leonardo, Isaac, Mozart, Jean, and a few bonus characters) on the next post. i just wanted to get some content out now.

if you made it this far, thank you so much for spending your time on my writing. lmk if you enjoyed it (or didn't, but pls be nice abt it I'm sensitive). have a great day, my dear <3

He sounds like a Mother who is happy her kid finally found someone

My precious baby boy finally found someone I’m so happy!

Comte de saint-germain yandere headcanons:

Song: Happy Together - Filter

From the first time that I laid my eyes on Comte I instantly got yandere vibes and even when I dug up deeper in his character, he still gives me yandere vibes and he is a yandere with great potential (wtf?) so I made these up!

I'm not a writing blog and I know that my "writing" is absolute garbage.

I don't take requests, I'm sorry :(

Yandere type: delusional, obsessive, manipulative.

This behavior is due to him being alone for a really long time and being unable to find love.

So when you came, you were like the perfect person for him, you were beautiful, hardworking, intelligent and very nice, how could he not fall in love with you!

When you decide to stay at the mansion with him and everyone, he was beyond relieved, yes there was a plan B and no you wouldn't like it.

He knew that you would reciprocate his feelings, he is extremely handsome, charming, and loaded.

He will shower you with gifts, take you to ballrooms with him and will literally give you the whole world.

"If she won't love me for who I am, then a couple a dozen of gifts would sure make her love me!"

Everyone would notice how special you are to him and how he is treating you like a QUEEN.

But nobody actually cared since you are the only girl in here, so no wonder he is spoiling you.

Let's talk about jealousy ;)

Comte is, even canonly (is that a word?) a very jealous person, okay now how would he be as a yandere? An absolute monster

He wouldn't be that jealous at first because he would be almost SURE that you would love him back.

But when you didn't love him for him and even for his gifts and money, he started getting desperate and paranoid.

He would get kind of irritated when you spend too much time (in his opinion) with the other residents.

"She's just trying to make me jealous."

He would order Sebastian to let you have more off days, your rouge visits would last longer, your little tea time with him would be longer, forget about spending time with the others like you used to, he would be kind of annoyingly following you everywhere.

The other residents would know better than to actually be around you that much and make him get mad.

He is good at punishing them after all

The punishments for trying to steal you spending time with you is only for them, he would NEVER punish you, no, you're too sweet and pure to be punished.

He doesn't actually notice this like ever! He just thinks that he loves you and that's it.

This when you started getting kind of freaked out and stopped going to his room for tea and to give him rouge, you even told Sebastian that you would like to stop going to Comte's room all together.

Of course, Comte would know about this immediately from Sebastian, and from him being way too observant when it comes to you.

He would be delighted actually!

"MC is in love with me finally! She's so embarrassed and nervous to be around me!"

In his mind, you're now in a relationship with him and you distancing yourself from him is a confession of your love for him.

Because Comte believes that you two are "in love" he would try to convince you to stay and not go back to your time.

"You won't have to worry about getting up in the morning to go to work, forget about rent or fake friends! I will do everything for you, you won't have to worry about a single thing."

If you refused to stay, then you left him with no choice MC.

He will pretend to take you out in the day you're supposed to leave, saying that since it's your last day then you two have to go out for the last time

He will try to make you forget about the door. You're out in a nice, expensive restaurant eating the most delicious food ever, and drinking the finest wine you have ever tasted.

He is so charming that you will actually get distracted and listen to his stories about the past and how life used to be in this particular century... etc.

After a while you will get lightheaded and dizzy.

This is when you slowly start losing consciousness.

"Darling, you must be tired! Let's go home, I have a pleasant surprise for you."

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Omg, I just finished playing, it was put together so well!

The different quests are so precious!

I actually struggled the most with catching Dazai's chicken and finding Napoleon's sword (pls don't ask how) — but I support smacking Theo too haha. Oh, plus the thing at La Thermae, Comte's quest.

I had a great time, it would be wonderful if you'd make another game in the future! It was really well-made but the tasks were simple at the same time!

Download it people, it's worth it! <3

Ikemen Vampire RPG [Fan-made]

Hey friends, I decided to challenge myself in June to create a short game, and what better way to do that than to bring our favorite mansion to life! This challenge was a learning experience for me to learn the basics of game dev, which I enjoyed tremendously and hope to do more of!

✨ Play as the housekeeper of le Comte de Saint-Germain’s mansion, who is left alone to do as they please. But there is work to do, and the residents have left notes in their respective rooms of their requests! 

✨ Finish them all to gain access to entries from Sebastian’s ‘Oh no, they didn’t!’ journal and learn something new about the boys we know and love. 

✨ For more info, head over to this link! (And do let me know what you thought of the experience!) 💕 💕 💕

Oh W O W. I'm a sucker for these, always!!

Okay, let's see:

Vlad is my bestie— like damn, that's pretty cool and deadly.

Vincent is my enemy.... Now I wonder what did I do to make him my enemy, but I'm hella scared. For real.

Dazai as my first kiss, um, let's be honest it was probably a joke or an accident haha.

Theo is secretly in love with me, which is kind of weird, considering Vincent hates me..?

Then this angel tries to kill me, oh mama.

Then Theo dies protecting me. (This low-key feels like a tragedy Will would enjoy, if he knew.)

Then suddenly my lover is Charles, I probably know him because of Vlad?

Jean cockblocks me for an unknown reason, but at the same time I completely understand in his case. (And I'd say that I meant no harm, he just took it the wrong way. Sorry Jean.)

And then, as a climax of the story Vlad turns me. I mean, okay. After that I guess I'm stuck with him, Charles and Faust.

N i c e. ✨

Your ikevamp love story click and drag game

Here's my result:

So basically I'm besties with Charles, which must've made Vlad my enemy. I fall in love with Dazai and have my first kiss with him while Jean is secretly in love with me. Sebastian cockblocks me for some reason. Then my lover Dazai tries to kill me but fails because Faust dies to protect me. My enemy turns me into a vampire, probably out of spite.

Oh my, She did it again! (a.k.a Ikevamp artbreeder edits, this time - Pt. 1)

Well, well.... I've been kind of inactive for a little while. You might wonder what I worked on? This. And many other writing projects, but mainly this.

Am I impossibly slow? Yeah, I am.

(It's clear that if I have a writing block, then I just go to artbreeder lol.)

— But this time I really tried to make them the most realistic! I also (kind of) learned to use the 'race' filter in artbreeder, since all of these guys are legit European/Asian history figures. So I figured it would be appropriate.

Btw, this one gets multiple parts as well!

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Part 2 here!

• Arthur Conan Doyle

(He was fairly easy, to be honest. I was surprised. Other than his hair shape and hair color, I like it very much! But I think even those don't make that big of a difference. I tried to put a greenish tint into his hair? It's really faint. But other than that I like the little, sly smirk that makes Arthur Arthot. I also tried to make one where he has his glasses on, but it changed his hair and face a little bit, since the program is like this, so it doesn't look that good... Plus, I tried to draw on his ear cuff, but you can't really see it.)

• Theodorus van Gogh

(Now, Theo wasn't as smooth as Arthur. In my opinion his face isn't that hard to capture; he has strong, manly features, harsh eyebrows, an intense stare and maybe pursed lips? But it's not THAT easy to make him look genuinely good. Also, to make him similar to Vincent - or vice versa -, so not just their blue eyes match, but some other characteristics too. His hair is off, again, but it's really hard to make the exact hairstyle come true in these edits, but Theo wasn't even the hardest one here..!)

• Vincent van Gogh

(I could say the same to him as Theo, basically. His features are fairly easy to grasp and his design isn't complicated, but they're still brothers! The first prototype I had for him was good, but way too different than his younger brother. So, since I was done with Theo by that time, I mixed his face into it and it actually got better! Now, he has a stronger jaw, like Theo, and the curve of his mouth and eyes are similar too! All-in-all, I'm more satisfied this way! This has that angelic glint though! I also almost forgot to draw on each of their earrings oof.)

• Dazai Osamu

(...Well, he's the only Asian in the mansion other than Sebas (and canonically MC) so to be honest I don't know what to think. He looks Asian, but his features still feel way too generic? I edited his eye color and hair a little bit, to make him look more like the game design. But it still feels off. I'm not an expert on Asian faces and features, probably because I'm European and because I didn't know what to do more with him? The full picture doesn't look that bad, but I can't help and feel that something's missing oof. Plus he has a bit of and elf ear, unintentionally. His smile is nice though!)

• Isaac Newton

(I struggled with his hair color more than his features. I mostly looked at their 'profile pictures' in the game, and Isaac has that semi-glare, uninterested expression there, so I tried to mimic that in the first place. But his hair, ugh, that wasn't smooth at all. While I edited his eye color later, I thought I should do something about his hair, but in the end I left it as is. It's not bad, it's just way darker and more brown-ish, than the original design. But I don't hate it! I think it's cute.)

• Sebastian / Akihiko Satou

(He was a fairly easy and fast edit, just like Arthur. He's Asian, I'm not an expert on his features, and the game didn't do justice for his Japanese genes, if I might add. But of course it's a game, and I was the one who chose to go after a more realistic design! In general I was just lucky that most of the residents were European lol. But I like him too! I think I could've worked a bit more on his stern stare, and maybe his mouth, but changing the lips' shape is difficult in artbreeder, so I left it at that. But hey, he came out pretty handsome!)

• Napoleon Bonaparte

(He, too, was kind of a struggle as well. I had made two semi-finals, before this one. But I still think I didn't do his game avatar and European origin enough justice. But his face stands out in my opinion, so I'm satisfied with it at the same time! It was impossible to edit the white ends on his hair and I didn't wanted to do it after anyway lol. I don't think it's that bad without those. His eyes are not as nice 'emerald green' colored than in the game they like to call it, but they are piercing! And I think I captured his stare well!)

Part 2 coming soon! The purebloods and the others will be there!

There's still more to uncover!