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Might happen...

Intro: after Gwiyndolin saw with her own eyes, that Theo was a great Art-Dealer but a awful artist himself, she wanted to help him. She introduced him to leaf hammering....

*Extremly loud breaking noise*

Comte: WTF?!

Lets say Theo tried to not only hammer the color of the leaf into the paper but also the color of the table into the floor...

Dazai who wanted to climb trough the window, fell out backwards because of the noise

Gwiyndolin sitting in the corner of the room, laughing like mad and whisperign “I’m sooo sorry” over and over after Comte entered.

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Someone who wants to make a whole headcanon out of this? My English isn’t good enough for long stories ^^”

Gift wrapping 2

Leonardo would wrap his gift ( if he even does it at all) as chaotic as his persona. “wait, they are suppossed to be wrapped....ahhh this rag looks big enough...”

Comte:

Luxurious and rich gifts wrapped even the same. Beautiful papers and ribbons out of expensive fabrics. Thyme will have his fun with the ribbons that are left xD.

Sebastian:

Sebastians gifts are beautifully wrapped. Maybe he used some origami techniques. Each gift is so perfect for the one who recieves it, it’s scary. (he has enough information in his notes xD)

𝕆𝕥𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

Hello! From now on, i’ll put my fanfics and art in a masterlist, because i want everything organized, haha! Please, do not repost, only reblog! Thank you for reading~

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𝕴𝖐𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖓 𝖁𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖊

𝓐𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓾𝓻 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓷 𝓓𝓸𝔂𝓵𝓮~

FanFic:

✾ Vincent, Mozart, Napoleon, Shakespeare and Arthur reacting to amazing actress S/O {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

✾.

𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓽𝓮 𝓓𝓮 𝓢𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓽 𝓖𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓷~

FanFic:

✾ ”The perfect punishment” {x fem. reader} Smut, Fluff

Art:

✾.

𝓘𝓼𝓪𝓪𝓬 𝓝𝓮𝔀𝓽𝓸𝓷~

FanFic:

✾.

Art:

✾ Isaac Drawing/Sketch1

𝓙𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓭’𝓐𝓻𝓬~

FanFic:

✾.

Art:

✾.

𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓸 𝓓𝓪 𝓥𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓲~

FanFic:

✾.

Art:

✾.

𝓝𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓑𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮~

FanFic:

✾ Vincent, Mozart, Napoleon, Shakespeare and Arthur reacting to amazing actress S/O {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

✾.

𝓞𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓾 𝓓𝓪𝔃𝓪𝓲~

FanFic:

✾.

Art:

✾.

𝓢𝓮𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓪𝓷~

FanFic:

✾.

Art:

✾.

𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓸𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓾𝓼 𝓥𝓪𝓷 𝓖𝓸𝓰𝓱~

FanFic:

✾ ”Damn you, hondje” {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

✾.

𝓥𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓥𝓪𝓷 𝓖𝓸𝓰𝓱~

FanFic:

✾ Vincent, Mozart, Napoleon, Shakespeare and Arthur reacting to amazing actress S/O {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

✾.

𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓶 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓮~

FanFic:

✾ Vincent, Mozart, Napoleon, Shakespeare and Arthur reacting to amazing actress S/O {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

✾.

𝓦𝓸𝓵𝓯𝓰𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓐𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓾𝓼 𝓜𝓸𝔃𝓪𝓻𝓽~

FanFic:

✾ ”And why would i be jealous of you?” {x fem. reader} Fluff

✾ Vincent, Mozart, Napoleon, Shakespeare and Arthur reacting to amazing actress S/O {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

✾.

𝓥𝓵𝓪𝓭~

FanFic:

✾.

Art:

✾.

𝓙𝓸𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓷 𝓖𝓮𝓸𝓻𝓰 𝓕𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓽~

FanFic:

✾.

Art:

✾.

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓗𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓸𝓷~

FanFic:

✾.

Art:

✾.

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𝕴𝖐𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖓 𝕽𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓:

𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓬 𝓛𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓷~

FanFic:

❁.

Art:

❁.

𝓓𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓶 “𝓓𝓾𝓶” 𝓣𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓵𝓮~

FanFic:

❁ Dalim Headcanons {x fem reader} Smut, Fluff

❁ Dalim/Dean taking care of sick S/O {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

❁.

𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓣𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓵𝓮~

FanFic:

❁ Dalim/Dean taking care of sick S/O {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

❁.

𝓔𝓭𝓰𝓪𝓻 𝓑𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽~

FanFic:

♥ ”Being lazy and in love is the best about dating” {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

♥  Edgar Bright Drawing/Sketch1

𝓕𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓲𝓻 𝓖𝓸𝓭𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓮𝓭~

FanFic:

♠.

Art:

♠.

𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓻 𝓢𝓲𝓵𝓿𝓮𝓻~

FanFic:

❁.

Art:

❁  Harr Silver Sketch1

𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓱 𝓒𝓵𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮~

FanFic:

♥.

Art:

♥ Jonah Clemence&Pine {not the best}

♥ Jonah Clemence2 {not the best}

♥ Jonah Clemence3 {not the best}

♥ Jonah Clemence clock image

♥ Jonah Clemence5 {not the best}

𝓚𝔂𝓵𝓮 𝓐𝓼𝓱~

FanFic:

♥.

Art:

♥.

𝓛𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓽 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓵𝓮𝔂~

FanFic:

♥.

Art:

♥.

𝓛𝓸𝓴𝓲 𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓪~

FanFic:

❁.

Art:

❁.

𝓛𝓾𝓴𝓪 𝓒𝓵𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮~

FanFic:

♠.

Art:

♠.

𝓜𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓼𝓮 𝓐𝓽𝓵𝓪𝓼~

FanFic:

❁.

Art:

❁.

𝓞𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓚𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽~

FanFic:

❁ ”A start of something new” {x fem. reader} Fluff

❁ ”Mission:Accomplished” {x fem. reader} Fluff, A Bit Angsty

❁ ”To the silly happy-go-lucky girl” {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

❁ Oliver Knight Sketch1

❁ Oliver Knight Sketch2

❁ Oliver Knight Sketch3

𝓡𝓪𝔂 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵~

FanFic:

♠.

Art:

♠.

𝓢𝓮𝓽𝓱 𝓗𝔂𝓭𝓮~

FanFic:

♠.

Art:

♠.

𝓢𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓾𝓼 𝓞𝓼𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓭~

FanFic:

♠.

Art:

♠.

𝓩𝓮𝓻𝓸~

FanFic:

♥.

Art:

♥.

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𝕴𝖐𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖓 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊:

𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓓𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓾𝓻~

FanFic:

♚Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♚Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♚ Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♚ Reactions to a tsundere Mc (Chevalier, Leon, Yves and Clavis) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♚ “Morning kiss” {x reader} fluff

Art:

♚ Happy Birthday Leon sketch

𝓨𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓚𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓼~

FanFic:

♚ Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♚ Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♚ Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♚ Reactions to a tsundere Mc (Chevalier, Leon, Yves and Clavis) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

Art:

♚.

𝓛𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓽 𝓚𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓷~

FanFic:

♚ Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♚ Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♚ Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

Art:

♚.

𝓙𝓲𝓷 𝓖𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓽~

FanFic:

♚ Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♚ Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♚  Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

Art:

♚.

𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓻 𝓜𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓵~

FanFic:

♕ “5 times Clavis helped Chevalier and 1 where he realised that he didn’t have to do anything at all.” Part 1 {x fem. reader} Fluff

♕ ”Waking Up” {x gender neutral reader} Fluff

♕ Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♕ Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♕ “Learning Progress”{x fem reader} Smut, nsfw

♕ “Arranged Meeting”{x fem. Princess reader} Fluff

♕ Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♕ Reactions to a tsundere Mc (Chevalier, Leon, Yves and Clavis) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♕ The Enchantress’s curse (longfic) {x fem. reader} Fluff, later nsfw, angst with happy ending. (Intro and summary), (chapter 1).

♕"Christmas delight"{x g.n. reader} fluff

Art:

♕.

𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓼 𝓛𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱~

FanFic:

♕ ”Just Another Day” {x fem. reader} Fluff

♕ ”Please, forgive me” {x fem. reader} Fluff, Smut, Crack

♕ Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♕ Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♕ Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♕ Reactions to a tsundere Mc (Chevalier, Leon, Yves and Clavis) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♕ “Hallway fun” {x (fem.) reader} smut, nsfw

♕ “Heartfelt feelings” {x fem. reader} fluff

♕ “To break you apart” {x fem. reader} smut, angst, open ending

♕ Clavis Lelouch x g.n. Reader smut

♕ Kinktober Day 2 (Clavis Lelouch) {x fem. reader} smut (2021)

Art:

♕.

𝓝𝓸𝓴𝓽𝓸 𝓚𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓷~

FanFic:

♕ Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♕ Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♕  Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♕ “Icy night” {x (fem.) reader} Smut. nsfw

♕ “Time to ourselves” {x g.n. reader} fluff, soft suggestive tones

Art:

♕.

𝓛𝓾𝓴𝓮 𝓡𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓹𝓱~

FanFic:

♕ Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♕ Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♕  Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

Art:

♕.

𝓢𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓵 𝓝𝓸𝓲𝓻~

FanFic:

♖ Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♖ Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♖ Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

Art:

♖.

𝓡𝓲𝓸 𝓞𝓻𝓽𝓲𝔃~

FanFic:

♞ Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♞ Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♞ Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

Art:

♞.

𝓖𝓲𝓵𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓽 𝓥𝓸𝓷 𝓞𝓫𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓷~

FanFic:

♛ Kinktober Day 1 (Gilbert Von Obsidian) {x g.n. reader} smut (2021)

♛ Sinful Desire (Gilbert Von Obsidian) {× fem. reader} smut (2021)

Art:

♛ Sketch1

♛ Sketch2, nsfw

𝓚𝓮𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓗𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵~

FanFic:

♛ Kinktober Day 4 (Keith Howell) {x fem. reader} smut (2021)

Art:

♛.

𝓢𝓲𝓵𝓿𝓲𝓸 𝓡𝓲𝓬𝓬𝓲~

FanFic:

♛ Kinktober Day 3 (Silvio Ricci) {x fem. reader} smut (2021)

♛A night to drown in you (Silvio Ricci) {× fem. reader} smut (2021)

♛.

Art:

♛.

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First Celebration , 150+ followers! I will be accepting requests with the prompts for a month or so, but the prompts will be up for those interested in them. The normal requests are always open and i’ll finish those i have in my inbox!

For the list, click on the link here! Thank you~

OH MY, This was such pure joy to read sjsksk🥺

Moonlight Promises

Fandom: IkeVamp

Pairing: Comte x Reader 

Prompt: Dancing with each other while no one is around

Type: Fluff 

Warning: spoilers of Comte’s real name 

WC: 600

Written for @thewitchofbooks thanks you so much for your support darling ❤❤

Tagging: @thewitchofbooks , @queen-dahlia , @queengiuliettafirstlady , @canaria-blackwell , @ikesimp100 , @citizensofcradle , @devildomwritersposts , @kissmetwicekissmedeadly , @ikehoe , @sarahann-1984 , @ikemenlibrary , @curious-skybunny ,@kpop-and-otome , @tele86- If your name is crossed out I was unable to tag you. If you want to be tagged/untagged please let me know or fill out this form here.

A sigh falls from your lips as you look over the balcony of the mansion, glancing at the moonlight shining amongst the flowers of the garden below. You can see the faint outline of a lunar moth, fluttering amongst the flowers and in the distance the outline of Paris. 

Like every night you rest your head against a column, enjoying the quiet air of Paris. Your brain reflects how you got to this point, how much you have adjusted to life in the 19th Century. Modern life feels like a dream as you look down at the gardens. 

"Ma Cherie?" Arms wrap tight around your waist as your lover hugs you, his warmth enveloping your back. His chin rests on your shoulder and you turn to capture his lips. 

"What are you thinking about?" Breaking the kiss he looks at you worriedly.

"How much I love it here, I am so happy I followed you that day." You admit softly, heat enveloping your cheeks. Comtes fingers trail along your stomach as he rubs comforting circles along it. A hum leaves his throat, kisses pepper your cheek. 

"I am so glad you decided to stay. As long as you are happy, I love having you by my side. Tell me Ma Cherie, is there anything you desire?" Hos voice a soothing purr in your ear you shake your head. 

"As long as I have you, I don't care where we are." You kiss his lips again, snuggling closer to him as a quick breeze causes goosebumps to rise along your arms. 

Music fills the silence of the night, Mozart's piano catching the wind. Comte steps away from you and you turn. He extends his hand and bows. 

"May I have this dance?" You smile at the twinkle in his golden eyes before you take his hand. Following his lead the two of you dance, your night dress spinning around you. Pulling you slightly closer than normally acceptable, you catch whiffs of Comtes cologne and you relax in his arms. Resting your head on his shoulders, pure happiness fills your heart as you see the faint skyline of Paris in the distance. 

The two of you dance for as long as Mozart plays, you aren't even sure if it is two songs or more, the composer not taking a break between the tunes. The music fades though, leaving the night once again silently, and the dance ends. Spinning you around, you turn back to Comte, your brain short circuiting when you turn. 

Down on one knee, Comte is holding a beautiful ring, it catches the light and your eyes fill with tears before he can even speak. 

“Ever since I met you at the Louvre, I knew I wanted you by my side. Mc, will you marry me?" The breath leaves your lungs as the tears fill your eyes. As one slips down your cheek you reach for him. 

"Abel- yes" your heart has never felt so full as you pull him close to you, meeting his lips in a passionate kiss. The chill of metal slides along your finger as he hands you the engagement ring. His fingers slip to your face to cup your cheeks and his fingers wipe the tears from your eyes. 

"You truly have made me the happiest man in the world. Mc, please stay with me" Comte whispers, his forehead resting against yours, you swear you can hear both your hearts racing in the now calm night.

" I promise, I will never leave your side" you whisper back, your lips sealing the promise under the moonlight. 

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.

Tagging: @aquagirl1978 @alixennial @alexxavicry @queengiuliettafirstlady @rhodolitesrose @ikemen-prince-writers-posts @bellerose-arcana @thewitchofbooks @redheadkittys @dear-mrs-otome @firestar-otomeobsessed @curious-skybunny @kpop-and-otome @writingwhimsey @mxrmaid-poet @silver-dahlia @wendolrea @otomefoxystar @neoqueen-sailorvirgo @myonlyjknight @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @bubblexly

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

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!