Communication Is Key

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?"

Okay, Hi! I'm not sure if you're taking requests at the moment but is it okay that I ask for a lil something? So, I've been looking for Vincent Van Gogh x Readers FOR EVER and can never find any. If I can, can I request a Vincent Van Gogh (Clone High) x Reader? Maybe a clone of a great artist (made up haha) and is struggling with living up to their legacy? Good make for some good Angst/Fluff 😶

I gotchu! It's in my bio if anything 😉 Before I write this, here you have other amazing blogs that have written/are writing for Vin from Clone high:

@tearsofaclonehighfan

@clone-high-imagines

@thesfwwildsophia

Perfect in his eyes

Pairing: Vincent van Gogh x reader

Summary: Your art teacher is a mean prick who definktely shouldn't teach art. When he startd to compare you to the famous artist, which you are a clone of, you can't take it. Luckilly, Vincent won't let you suffer alone.

Warnings: insecurities, panic attack, bullying by teacher

A/N: (O/N) - original person's name, I hope this isn't too long for you 😅

Let happy Vinny bring you comfort 😌

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Being an artist was...nice, most of the time. Most of your lessons were pretty chill and you could really use your imagination and come up with new, interesting ideas and test your skills with each new piece.

Yeah, being an artist was pretty cool...

Until you got an assignment that is.

Most of your classmates never had any problems with assignments, some of them even preferred being given a topic for a drawing or a painting, but not you.

You hated being given a track that your piece had to follow. You loved to be creative with what you do and so the mundane topics like 'nature' 'city' 'a portrait' felt more like handcuffs than something to spike inspiration in you.

So naturally, you tried to push these boundaries as far as you could, just to see how much you could deviate from the original task.

The teachers, of course, didn't like that at all.

Another assignment turned in, another time period of waiting for the results. Another art class and yet another scolding...

"I would like for our dear (Y/N) to stand up, but only, of course, if that doesn't restrain their creativity." those were the teasing words of your teacher, dripping eith venom.

Not trying to agitate the man even more, you slowly stood up, looking him right in the eye with defiance. "I don't know how standing up would restrain my creativity." you said lowly, trying to match his venomous tone "But I know a thing that would." you finished with a smirk.

Your teacher sighed, trying to stay calm "As you all know" he adressed the class "the theme of your work was 'lovers'." he turned his attention back to you "Would you be so kind, (Y/N), and explain what is this?!" he held up your piece of three skeletons, dressed in elegant robes, dancing the night away while gazing lovingly at each other. Well...as much as they could...

"Those are lovers who even death didn't do apart." you calmly explained. "And why exactly are there three of them?" your teacher raised his eyebrows. You just shrugged "Why wouldn't there be?"

The man just huffed from the comfort of his chair and shook his head "When I said the theme was 'lovers', I meant it as real lovers. As if a realistic piece! Real people! I'm grading this work an F."

Now that made you angry. Not only did he interrogate you every time you handed in a new piece, but now he wants to grade it poorly even though you worked your ass off to create this? Seriously?? Does he know how many allnighters you had to pull to make it perfect?? "You told us to get creative!" You complained, done with this mans bullshit.

Your teacher looked apalled. How dare you raise your voice at him?! "I didn't mean-" But you wouldn't give him the chance to finish "Like that. You wanted us to get creative, but no, not like that. That's too much. Too creative. You're too close to being original and open minded individuals!" you mocked him, fake fright in your voice.

Your teacher, sensing you had him cornered, but refusing to let a teenager win, tried to blabber out "Well, if I'd let everyone do as they please, I wouldn't have to bother setting a theme!" "And maybe that would be for the better!"

Suddenly, a dark look set in his face. Your teacher abruptly stood up and slammed his hands on his desk "I am very dissapointed by your attitude! Do you know where will your disobedience get you? Do you?! Out on the street, that's where!"

His shouting made you flinch. When your teacher saw that, he smiled triumphantly. He was getting to you. With an almost sadistic satisfaction, he decided to push on "What do you think (O/N) would think of you, huh? Just think about how dissapointed she'd be in you. You've been given such a great talent and instead of pursuing (O/N)'s legacy you only do what you want. Do you think that's really necessary (Y/N)?"

You couldn't stand it. The fake honey like tone in his voice, the fake interest in you as a person. How he compared you to (O/N), as if tou weren't your own fucking person, but just a clone.

Your stomach twisted at the feeling of all of your classmates' eyes on you, waiting for a smart rebuttal, but you couldn't form a coherent sentence.

Everybody was still looking at you! Couldn't the teacher just tell you to sit already? Breathing was becoming harder by the second, you could feel cold sweat sprout on you forhead, your throat was dry like a desert and everybody was still. Looking. At. You.

And so you ran.

You bolted out of your seat, forgetting all about your stuff, and rushed out of the classroom.

You couldn't see it, but your teacher had a smile on his face, too drunk on his victory to see the tears streaming down your face or the obvious signs of an oncoming panic attack.

Meanwhile you made it around the corner, before your legs gave up. Luckily, you could fit yourself under the school staircase leading to another floor.

You huddled up next to the wall and hugged your knees to your chest, finally letting the tears freely flow.

You remained in the same position even after the bell rang and the halls were swarmed with students. You managed to calm down a little bit, but the lesson was playing in your head over and over and every time it did, new flow of tears came out.

Before you could start panicking about next lessons and how you were going to mask that you've been crying, let alone face your classmates, a familiar shy voice softly called out to you "Hey, uh, are you ok?" the voice said as you felt a tiny body slide next to you.

You rubbed your eyes to see more clearly over the tears and saw your tiny classmate, Vincent.

He looked worried as he scanned you over with those adorable blue eyes of his, his lips pursed into a thin line, his orange hair sticking out fromhis bandages.

"What are you doing here, Vinc? You'll be late for class." you hiccupped and turned your head away from him, facing the wall.

Vincent only shook his head "Doesn't matter, I just want to make sure you're ok." he searched for more words "That was pretty terrible back there."

As if on cue, at the mention of the incident in class, a new flow of tears made their way out of your eyes. "Please don't talk about it." you croaked, voice choked by your tears. The tiny redhead rapidly shook his head.

For a while, both of you were silent. You were desperately trying not to break down against Vincent and he was wrecking his brain, trying to find a way to soothe you at least a little bit.

"Do you...wanna talk about it?" he asked uncertainly, afraid to worsen your state. You sniffed for a bit and burried your head in your knees "I overreacted I guess..." you sighed "I just...He was right. I'll never be like them. I never was even remotely like them, not personality-wise, not even artistically-wise. I'm really not doing them any justice Vinc." you forced it out of yourself before sobbing again.

You felt the tiny painter lean against you and then he muttered "That doesn't have to be a bad thing, y'know?" You turned your head to look at him, one eyebrow quizzicaly raised. "I mean, look at me." Vincent chuckled and gestured to himself "I'm probably too much like the original van Gogh..." suddenly, Vincent slouched a little "Sometimes I wish I could be someone else. Maybe life wouldn't be as hard as it is."

You couldn't help but hug him. Vincent made a startled sound at that unexpected contact, but relaxed after a second and snuggled more into you. "Don't say shit like that, Vin. You're perfect the way you are. And I wouldn't want you any different." You pressed a kiss to the crown of his head.

"That applies to you too, y'know?" he mumbled into your chest, looking up at your face.

You giggled, your tearstained cheeks turning apple like red. And at that moment you two decided to ditch school and just stay there.

Just two teens, perfect for each other.

Omg, thank you so much for this! I honestly really needed this right now, because I'm planning on coming out to my mom and I don't think it's gonna end well... The part with Will was so adorable though! Ah, I love that guy...

Hi! I saw your requests were open! This might be really specific, but it would mean the world to me if I could request Dazai, Mozart, Shakespeare, Leo and Theo from Ikevamp with an s/o that comes out to them as panromantic and nonbinary? I'm so sorry it's so specific, I've just been coming out to a lot of people recently ('cause I've found out I'm nonbinary ^^) I'm curious about what their reaction would be. Thank you, take care!

congratulations darling! i am so happy for you that you have found who you are and are able to express that with others. from one non-gender defining person to another, i send all my love.

i took this as the boys’ s/o comes out to them after meeting them. hope i did this justice and sorry for such a long wait hun!

↪  GUIDELINES

ー DAZAI OSAMU

his s/o had been meaning to tell him something, which they mentioned off handedly a few nights ago.

dazai was all ears but between his writing and his s/o’s work helping sebastian around the manor, they had not had the time.

dazai is himself, per usual.

meaning he is airy and teasing as he practically breezes through the day.

he actually forgot that his s/o had something important to tell him, especially because if it was direly important they would have told him already.

so it slipped from his mind.

constantly being interrupted and unable to tell him, did not settle well with his s/o though.

over the days they grew increasingly more anxious, as their resolve from before starts to chip away.

that is until they mention is again to dazai, who promptly forgot.

his s/o blurts it all out in one go, a mixture of emotions causing the outburst.

at first dazai does not understand and he makes that clear when he asks for his s/o to elaborate.

it takes some time, with several odd comparisons to understand from dazai, but eventually he does get it.

he finds his s/o’s confession intriguing, as the future seems far more curious and open.

he messes up from time to time but even as forgetful as he appears, dazai does his best to correct himself.

he never wants to devalue his s/o and how they want to be perceived or referred to as.

he still uses nicknames when talking to them, toshiko-san being the prominent one.

will correct others if they say something wrong or to upset his s/o about their gender.

he’s very mild about it, stating the facts rather airily but there’s an edge of a warning hidden in it.

he adores his s/o regardless and love them no matter what.

they were able to accept and love him for who and what he was, therefore he sees no issues in reciprocating the same affection.

ー LEONARDO DA VINCI

there were all sorts of things leonardo had come across in his years and more he had heard from comte from his travels through the door.

leo’s s/o was one of those rarities that, unlike before, had stumbled through the magic door from a distant future.

when he had first met them, they were curious and amusing, and he found them to be pleasant company.

of course he had asked questions, on occasions, about the future which was normally the result of his s/o offhandedly mentioning how people revered his work.

the day his s/o approached him and asked if they could talk, fidgeting and nervous, made him worry.

he had grown quite comfortable with his s/o and he had hoped they felt the same.

when the two finally sit down, his s/o has a hard time really finding their words.

leo waits patiently for them though, which eventually encourages them to speak.

they manage to explain that they had been in thought over themselves for some time, even before they traveled back through the door.

the discovery of themself was that not only did they find they had romantic inclinations towards people of all genders, but they themself did not fall into the normal binary.

out of all the suitors leo has the most relaxed response.

he is silent for a short while, while his s/o is busy twisting their sleeves, before he finally begins to ask questions.

most of the questions he asks his s/o are regards to what it means, how this effects them personally, and what more he needs to understand.

he is fairly good about their pronouns and any mistakes he makes he will apologize and correct.

sees his s/o no different, as they are who they are, and he adores them regardless.

they are unique and special to him no matter what.

ー THEODORUS VAN GOGH

despite theo’s persona of being very outwardly gruff and standoffish, he is quite sweet.

still, even knowing that his s/o was having a hard time talking to him about something very important.

something they had finally figured out about themself.

theo is as perceptive as they come though, so the tense nature of his s/o did not go unnoticed by him.

it was one evening when he was returning from work that he found his s/o out in the garden that he decided now was the time to ask them.

they were a bit tense at first, unsure of how to explain exactly what was going on.

theo reassured them, no matter what, that they could talk to him if something was bothering them.

with that encouragement his s/o decided to bite the bullet and tell him.

the words, if they could even be called that, let their lips in a panicked rush that ended with a “please don’t be mad!”

theo genuinely has to ask them to repeat what they said, slower.

they manage, one more time, to say it again, this time at an understandable speed.

after a few questions, theo seems to grasp the subject.

his first response, in fact, is to tell his s/o not to let arthur not lest the writer drag them out to the bar to join him in picking up girls.

he is very respectful towards his s/o pronouns.

would absolutely practice by himself so he could show them how dedicated he is to showing that he loves them regardless.

if his s/o decided to change their appearance, to appear less gendered, he would support.

while he might not have the best advice, he’s willing to try his best for his s/o to make them comfortable.

regardless he loves them and they’re perfect to him either way, so long as they are themself.

ー WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

shakespeare is probably the most curious out of them about his s/o.

so when his s/o says they have something to tell him in the middle of their afternoon tea, he is all ears.

his s/o starts off, reiterating that they are from the future, and some things are different, more people have a better understand of themselves and who they are.

he is probably the easiest to explain to about being panromantic and nonbinary.

shakespeare, while often very vocal, seems to actually stay silent to absorb all that he’s being told.

when his s/o is finished he asks questions, as the topic has piqued his interest.

absolutely would make a comment about how women are beautiful and delicacies of this world, meant to be admired.

he uses this as the base line for understand that his s/o sees many people, of all forms, very beautiful.

would have no problem with using their pronouns correctly.

shakespeare would be curious to learn more about their gender as well, how one discovers themself like his s/o did.

this boy would most certainly go out of his way to adjust his s/o wardrobe for them.

this man is a theater vamp, you can’t tell me he does not have a ginormous walk-in closet in his villa with a huge array of outfits.

catch  our dear will actually using gender neutral terms in his plays from time to time.

one particular play he has yet to finish follows a young, beautiful lead who none can define without great respect and admiration.

he happens to be very equip for genderless poetry to his s/o too.

shakespeare knows how to spin words that inspire emotions and his s/o does that to him, so much he has to shower them with verses.

ー WOLFGANG AMADEUS MOZART

talking to wolf is not always the easiest task, as he is quite reserved and silent himself but that was never an issue between him and his s/o.

until his s/o gets too nervous about something very important that they want to say.

it was not that his s/o was worried about what he would think or say, but still they could not shake the general nerves.

it was always a process and part of it was his s/o rationalizing and gathering up their courage.

wolf is probably the easiest to tell.

his s/o explaining their romantic attractions and gender perception of themself does not earn much more then confusion.

he has his s/o explain, asking questions here and there to get a better grasp of the topic.

one thing that does start him is when it clicks that his s/o is attracted to all persons romantically.

he feels a little threatened by that, as if suddenly that means anyone could win the affections of his s/o.

really it just makes him feel a little insecure.

other than that he has no issues.

he does bring it up to his s/o some time later though.

it takes some time to convince him that just because they are panromantic does not mean they will fall for anyone.

especially when they were already in love with him.

wolf does his best to stick to his s/o pronouns. he is probably one of the most diligent ones in the manor.

he practices with himself in his room too.

absolutely will correct the other residents when they use the wrong pronouns.

the usual quiet and reserved wolf will interrupt conversation to make sure they know his s/o prefers to be referred differently.

that surprises everyone, since it’s so out of character.

 but it also shows how much he is dedicated to his s/o and their happiness.

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! 🏆🌸💘 Once you are given this award you’re supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it’s sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out. -@fudgemallows

Omg, thank you so much!! This really warmed my heart, you’re a beautiful person too <3

Well, it IS a post apocalyptic world... XD

STOP! 🤚🏻🛑

YOU HAVE ENTERED F/O COURT

Reblog ONLY with a picture of your f/o and I’ll tell you if they’re guilty or not guilty just by looking at them.

Thank you so much! This was so adorable and hilarious, the image of big demons like them being wary of such a cute little bastard...awww. But maybe if I promise to keep him in my room, I could get away with it (it’s not like I let my pet rats anywhere but my room) :D

Hi! I jad this cute idea, what if the brothers' s/o had pet rats? Would the brothers interact with them and how? Would they be disgusted? I'm really curious about your take on this one ^^

Imma be honest, my first immediate thought to this was Barbatos and his fear of rats 😂😂😂

THE BROTHERS reacting to MC owning a pet rat

Lucifer: 

He’s ashamed to say that he did indeed lose himself for a moment. He did not scream or anything of the like, but he did jump a little and you will bring it up in conversation all the time, to which he gets frustrated and like a pouty twelfth year old, but that’s not the point. At first, his fear was that Beel left some kind of animal bone out that somehow, although unlikely, had a piece of meat left and somehow, someway, the House of Lamentation got infested by rats. However, upon further inspection, it turned out to be your pet rat, and although it is an unusual pet, he decided not to say anything because he does also own a three headed dog, after all, and that would just be hypocritical. 

Mammon:

Hahahahahahah. Okay so here’s the thing. Him? Not afraid. He doesn’t care. He calls you out and weird for it because why a rat? But he also sees great potential here, seeing as a lot of people are afraid of rats. Besides Barbatos, Leviathan really doesn’t like those critters either and Mammon is sure to use that to his advantage to bribe Levi out of money. Whether or not you condone does absolutely not matter, because he’ll just sneak in and steal the rat when he wants to or needs it. Mammon might be the reason you won’t have a pet rat for much longer. 

Leviathan:

He is NOT a fan, but he’s also not a wimp. A manly Otaku if you will. So yes he screamed when he first saw that thing and yes he was about to summon Lotan to take care of it but no he would hurt your pet, are you crazy??? He’s just uhm… what if he eats the food? What if he eats Lucifer’s very important papers? You should really have better eyes on that thing, MC ! 

Satan:

Oh the rat won’t survive for long. Cats kill mice, but Satan kills everything that crosses his path, especially if it’s in close proximity to one of his books and it could potentially nibble on the pages. What was that? It’s your pet rat, MC? A cold shiver runs down his spine as he realizes his mistake. Listen… he may or may not apologize but he will definitely get you a new one… with a cage because he can’t have any of his books damaged, love. 

Asmodeus:

Screams. Jumps on the nearest high surface. Begs literally anyone to kill that thing. When you show up, he begs you to step away as he tries to collect himself enough to play hero, but he will only scream again when you pick him up. “MC! That thing has diseases!” Don’t hold it up to him either because he might actually cry and or die of a heart attack. He can NOT handle that for the life of him, and he won’t. Please, MC, find a new pet.

Beelzebub:

Lolololol, you’re cute if you think that he won’t try to catch and eat your pet. You’d be lucky if you find him before Beel swallows, and the giant will look quite sad if you stop him, “beel…. Spit him out. Now.” He pouts but slowly lets him back out, releasing a wet rat back into your hands as he apologizes. He just looked so delicious, MC! And normally people don’t keep them as pets so.. He thought he was free, game you know? 

Belphegor:

This is kinda cute because he befriended your pet rat and everytime you can’t find him, you know he’s with Belphegor, all snuggled up. You still haven’t figured out how he gets your rat to be so still and the first few times you were genuinely scared that he was dead, but he somehow always woke up when Belphie woke up so you assumed he just put some kind of spell on him. “It’s your rat and when you’re not there to cuddle, it’s the next best thing.” You felt your heart swell at his confession, watching him put the rat in his hoodie to chill.