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ana-thedaydreamer · 3 months
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Happy Birthday to our meow meow Mozart 💜💜💜💜💜
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Just Wolf after having too many drinks and he starts giggling 🤭
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Chibi art by Cybird
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lichtluv · 2 months
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˚₊‧─────꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱─────‧₊˚
𝐬𝐨, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞
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𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞?
˚₊‧─────꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱─────‧₊˚
જ⁀➴ ᴡᴏʟꜰɢᴀɴɢ ᴀᴍᴀᴅᴇᴜꜱ ᴍᴏᴢᴀʀᴛ ᴍᴏᴏᴅʙᴏᴀʀᴅ.
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xxsycamore · 5 months
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Can you do Mozart & wet dreams?
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Träumerei
╰┈➤ Mozart has never allowed himself as much as to think of her romantically. Strangely, his most recent dreams are all but lascivious, and twice as confusing. träumerei [noun, german] - dreaming
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Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart x MC • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Wet Dream; Mutual Pining; Feelings Realization; Denial of Feelings; Love Confessions; Miscommunication; Fainting; Hand & Finger Kink; Vanilla; Dream Sex; Ambiguous/Open Ending • wordcount: 1,104 • masterlist
• Welcome to my personal kinktober challenge, Visions of Temptation 2022 - that’s right, 2022. You can find the new one, Visions of Temptation 2023, here. DAY 3: WET DREAM
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"Mozart… Mozart, touch me more with your hands, please…!"
It would be too easy, the composer muses in his thoughts, but he can't find it in himself to deny and tease her anymore. It warms him from the inside when she craves him so, his hands, his touch, so much that she's writhing underneath him. But when she lets out these beautiful moans, the spark of warmth blooms into a consuming fire.
"You love it so much when I touch you. You don't need to beg me. If you want me to touch you, then undress and show me where you need to be touched."
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"No, that's all wrong. Did you not pay attention when I showed you? Here. Look."
Deft fingers dancing on the piano keys, Mozart repeats the chords with ease in yet another demonstration. His gaze moves on her even before the last notes can fill the air, making sure she's paying attention this time.
Even if it does things to his head, being this close to her.
Given that she was in his dreams just last night. Dreams that were not so innocent...
"I did, it's just… it seems like I was watching you play the piano, and not the notes you play. Tehee…"
His hands. He's not the type to seek eye contact, but more often than he catches her looking back, he catches her looking at his hands.
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"I want more…I need more, please…please, Wolf!"
It catches him by surprise, how naturally it came out of her mouth. In contrast, her face is burning, gaze not as bold as her tongue, making him want to rain kisses on her hot cheeks. She needs to understand how happy she just made him.
He keeps moving inside her, gently removing the hands she tries to hide her face with. He needs to make love to her more, to give her more until she's pliant and spent and satisfied in his arms.
"You finally said my name." Betraying his own wishes, Mozart finds more appealing spots to press his lips against other than her face. Her neck, where her blood pumps in a rhythmic pulse; the metronome telling him to play her like a melody; to eat her one fang-filled bite at a time. "Keep saying it. I want to hear you say it more."
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"Where do you want me to put those, Wolf?--Oh! I m-mean, Mozart! I'm so sorry. I didn’t mean to sound disrespectful! It just slipped out and-"
Something he didn't expect to hear outside those dreams that haunt him. Just an accident. Merely a slip of the tongue.
"That's fine, don't apologize. Are you okay? You're shaking."
She puts down the folded sheets where Mozart points her to, hurrying to find anything else to keep her hands busy with and mask some of that trembling. While nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she unknowingly barrens her nape for Mozart's gaze.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I just…couldn't sleep well last night."
"Me too. Be careful not to overwork yourself."
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"Wolf… I actually… have feelings for you-…No that's awful! Too straight to the point. Ugh. Wolf, I…."
Listening in disbelief, Mozart is overtaken by all sorts of emotions. Her confession came out of nowhere. But she's so finicky about getting it right, she just keeps saying it again and again.
"The truth is, ever since I came to the mansion, I found myself attracted to you and before I knew it… I was truly in love. I grew up with your music, and hearing it has always soothed me in times of- Nonono, what am I thinking? I grew up with it? I'm definitely not saying that part!"
And from finding himself embarrassed, Mozart now finds himself letting out chuckles he can't control, so much unlike him. His heart feels so light, glowing with the newly discovered reciprocation of his feelings.
"I knew that already… you were being pretty obvious, you know. To think that I doubted it still… Hurry up and settle on your confession so I could make mine, would you?"
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Today she's nowhere to be seen, and for good. Downing another cup of coffee, Mozart hopes he could drown those pestering, illogical feelings in the bitter liquid along with what remains of his sleepiness. Concentrating on his work has never been this hard and he hates it; the sound of ruckus coming from downstairs joining in the cacophony of distractions until he gets up from his desk and goes to check it for himself.
He sees her then, unconscious in the arms of another man who luckily broke her fall. Somebody answers Mozart's horrified gaze with a brief reassurance that she'd most likely overworked herself and it's nothing any more serious than that. The residents are shocked when it's none other than the composer himself who insists he'll take care of her and carry her to her room.
It's maybe on the way there when he realizes, or maybe it's when he finds himself tucking her in under the covers.
Her room, that is adjacent to his.
Her bed, which is positioned in a way that is mirrored to his own, with only a thin wall separating the headboards.
His keen ear as a composer. One thin wall…
"M-Mozart…"
Her glossy eyes stare at him under heavy lids, gradually widening as if in disbelief.
"Idiot, you're going to work yourself to death. How long has it been since you last had an adequate amount of sleep?"
He's no good scolding for this with those most likely noticeable dark circles under his eyes, alas.
"Alright, alright, I'll rest! I'm closing my eyes the second you go through that door! Jeez…Hey Mozart?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you for— Are you okay? Your face is red…"
It's funny how fast the tables turn when her hand touches his forehead in an utmost caring manner, and Mozart has to remind that she might be too warm herself to accurately check for him. And judging by the way she has the energy to frown and bark at him, it must be okay now for him to take his leave.
"I'm right nextdoor if you need anything."
"I know where your room is, Mozart…!"
"And one more thing." He keeps his hand on the doorknob, turning his head to look her in the eye one more time. "Next time you have trouble sleeping because there's something on your mind, just come see me."
The only answer he gets is a shy nod that comes after a rather long pause. And it's satisfying enough of an answer.
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violettduchess · 1 year
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Night in the Mansion- Vamp Headcanons🌙
A/N: This is not a request. Just an idea I had in the middle of the night 🌝 Sometimes you have to write for yourself.
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The Grandfather clock at the end of the halls chimes three times, its heavy bronze pendulum gleaming in the moonlight that streams in from the tall, arched windows. Deep within the warmth of your blanket, you stir, heavy eyelids lifting with effort as you wake…
Leonardo:
….with his strong arms around you, his long body curled around yours from behind. One leg also lazily thrown over yours, but you don’t mind the weight. It feels good. You feel warm and safe and protected. He smells faintly of cigarillo smoke and paper and he's snoring. Not loudly, just a lightly voiced breathing sound that brings a small smile to your lips. Who ever would have thought you’d find that endearing? Love makes the smallest things special. You snuggle down within the cradle of his arms and close your eyes again, allowing sleep to reclaim you.
Mozart:
…and blink as you allow your eyes to adjust to the dim, silvery lighting of Mozart’s bedroom. He is not in bed. Rubbing your eyes, you slide out from under the warm covers and into the pale lavender velvet dressing gown he gave you for your birthday. Matching slippers protect your feet from the night’s chill as you light your chamberstick and make your way out of the bedroom, through the rich, shadowy halls until you reach the music room. He is there, at the piano, pencil in hand as he leans across the keys, scratching notes onto paper at a speed which boggles the mind. It is only when you say his name that the pencil stops and his violet gaze turns to you. It takes a moment before the fog of creation lifts and he recognizes you there. Now the yawn he has been stifling escapes. You walk over, sitting down onto the piano bench next to him, your hand coming to rest against the small of his back. Just a few more minutes he promises. You nod and he graces you with that soft smile that is only yours. A gentle kiss to your temple, a caress of your cheek and then he belongs to the music once again.
Theo:
…to feel a heavy arm thrown across your bare back, a leg draped over yours, casually possessive. You smile to yourself as you shift, memories of how the night began dancing provocatively through your mind. As you move, he stirs as well, rolling onto his side. His beautiful summer eyes never open, but his arms reach for you, pulling you against him, skin on skin. He mumbles something, asking in a voice rough with sleep if you’re ok. Your arms are tucked against his bare chest, your head using his arm as a pillow. If he would open his eyes, he’d see the sleepy, soft light of affection and love in your gaze. You tilt your head up and press a kiss to his chin, whispering that you’re fine and to go back to sleep. He huffs out a grunt in answer, but pulls you even closer with his one free arm. 
Napoleon:
…and yawn, still half in dreamland. Napoleon’s room is blanketed in shadow and his luxurious covers are heavy and warm. You move your leg, finding a cool spot under the blanket and adjust your pillow. You reach out with your hand in the dark, sliding it across the sheets until you find his. His hand is upturned, lax with sleep. You slide your hand into his and reflexively, he responds, lacing his fingers through yours. If you don’t fall asleep in his arms, you fall asleep holding hands. Always. Connected once again to the man you love, you drift off back to sleep.
Comte:
….your head pillowed on Comte’s shoulder, your arm resting across his lean abdomen. You fit against him, smooth and precise as the stones in Ashlar masonry. You lift your arm, rubbing your eyes as you slowly come out of dreaming. He breathes in deeply and then his eyes, burnished gold in the pale light, open. He glances down at you and you feel a stab of guilt at waking him. As if reading your mind, he smooths back your hair and asks if you’re alright. His voice is the gentle breeze that stirs the sleeping leaves, soft and reassuring. You nod, lifting your upper body away from him for a moment, stealing a kiss in the middle of the night. No one has ever welcomed a thief more than Le Comte. He smiles as you settle back down against him, adjusting you until you are both comfortable. You fall back asleep to the rhythm of his hand stroking your hair.
Arthur:
…to find Arthur, eyes open, staring at the ceiling. Sleepily you push yourself up, shaking the last wisps of sleep out of your mind. In the pale moonlight, he looks almost like a statue, his pale skin white as marble, the lines of muscles and sinew echoing Michelangelo's David. You ask him why he’s awake, if everything is ok. He quickly reassures you that he is fine. And then, looking almost sheepish, goes on to explain that he woke an hour or so ago with an idea for a story. He’s been composing it in his mind ever since. Affection and admiration bloom in equal measure within the chambers of your heart. The mind of a writer when inspiration strikes is always a wonder to you. Leaning over, you place a kiss on his cheek, the other hand cupping the side of his face. Would he like to get up, make some notes? He catches your hand, turns to place a sweet kiss in your palm. And then a lingering kiss to your wrist. And then heated kisses down your forearm. And then you’re being pressed back down into the pillows, kisses suddenly raining down so quickly you can’t keep track. What about the story, you ask as the storm of kisses and caresses pours over you. That luv, can wait until morning.
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Jean: *avoiding stepping on cracks in the sidewalk*
Mozart: What are you doing
Jean: Avoiding the buttcracks on the pavement
Mozart:
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Jean: Dazai has informed me that stepping on them will guarantee that ma mère will break her back
Mozart: Jean your mother has been dead for centuries
Jean: You... are not wrong
Mozart: And she was awful to you
Jean: She was?
Mozart: Did you not read your route?
Jean: Barring the fact that I can't read, how does one read a path? Are you referring to palm-reading? *stares seriously at his palm*
Mozart: No, Jean. Your story in the Ikemen Vampire dating simulation
Jean:
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--- Yanderepuck's Jean-panic-digging-graves hc made me think he'd freak out about this kinda thing too, as would probably any normal human being
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arthurs-puppygirl · 8 days
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My sleep paralysis demons watching me sleep:
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weird-profiterole · 1 year
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@daisukette wanted Catboy Mozart.
So here is Catboy Mozart.
Don't repost, only reblog
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shatcey · 3 months
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27/01 Wolfie… I mean Mozart
Actually, I like everything about Wolfie. His personality, his appearance… and, undoubtedly, his voice. Have no idea why I didn't fall for him at all… maybe because he's blond with purple eyes (poor guy)… or… No, the fact that he's a musician makes him sexy by definition… Hmmm….
So… I've always felt betrayed because we cannot look at a full-size picture and listen to lines from it at the same time. Yes, you can put a card on the home screen, but it will be shortened and with all these buttons… If you tap on the screen, there will be no buttons, but there will be no text either, and I don't know Japanese at all. So… out of my completely selfish desire, I combine them. I like these two lines. And for some reason, his words are so fitting for his birthday today.
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misty-moth · 4 months
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qshara · 1 year
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Why didn't anyone tell me there are new hot characters in Ikemen Vampire?!
Galileo Galilei (VA: Makoto Furukawa)
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Same voice actor as Sherlock Holmes in Moriarty the Patriot omgggg
I am not going to lie. He looks like he has a very bad attitude, in the sense that you can be doing anything and he somehow knows how to do it a thousand times better and he's going to throw it in your face (even so, he doesn't say it with bad intentions???)
Please stop judging me with your eyes
It gives me vibes that he's a freak of order or doesn't like people touching his things or getting into his room/space/studio
Imagine being in a room with Galileo and Mozart. Both silent and in a bad mood (Dazai would say they are brothers in some way. I have no proof, but I don't doubt either)
It also gives me vibes his route will be an enemies to lovers
I think that even though he dislikes Leonardo's disorder, he is one of the characters with whom he gets along best
I'm not sure. A part of me tells me that Isaac could perhaps be a little Galileo simp
I DON'T CARE WHAT CYBIRD SAYS. I DON'T CARE IF THEY TELL ME THEY ARE BEST FRIENDS AND SLEEP TOGETHER. ARTHUR AND GALILEO GET ON BAD. THEY ARE DOG AND CAT. WATER AND OIL (definitely not because Galileo has the same voice actor as Sherlock and I kind of imagine him with a similar attitude)
Francis Drake (VA: Tasuku Hatanaka)
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I'm not going to lie to you. I had to look up who the character was because his name didn't sound familiar to me
Bro is technically a pirate??? 🤨🤨🤨
HIS SMILE HIS SMILE BARK BARK
I really like his eyes...and his smile
What he says: "Haha you're so short. How is the weather underground?" What he thinks: "Omg she's so small she's adorable"
I think his route could be the same as enemies to lovers, but it started with a misunderstanding
Somehow I think he can be very nice to be around, unlike Galileo. Very chill, but at the same time worried about his things and space
Maybe he likes to drink. Could be a drinking partner for Arthur and Theo
If he doesn't have a pet parrot I want him to get mad every time someone asks if his pet is a parrot just because they think he's a pirate (Francis: Hey 😄 / MC: Are you a pirate? / Francis: 😠)
He gives me a vibe that he's always in a silly goofy mood, but that he can kill you if you bother him too much
The dynamic between the two is: I have to put up with my horrible roommate because I don't have money to buy my own home (comte, please adopt them)
They have matching clothes so they are married (and divorced at the same time)
Extra:
Francis: "It's easy to forget what a sin is in the middle of a battlefield."
Galileo: Opposite over hypotenuse
Galileo: Dipshit
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Francis: Hopefully Galileo has learned a lesson about respecting other people's feelings
Galileo: Oh, shut up and die Francis
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Galileo: I'm having problems with a guy...
Francis: Like his dead body won't fit into your trunk kind of problems, or you like him kind of problems?
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[Francis is cleaning the house and he finds an empty bottle of orange juice]
Francis: Clear orange juice?
Francis: Oh, it's empty
Galileo, who has been watching the entire time: I live with an idiot. I live with an idiot. I live with an idiot
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[Galileo and Francis's house is on fire, but they don't know it]
Galileo: Damn, it's hot in here
Francis: I know, it's so hot there's smoke coming out of the vent!
Galileo: ...
Galileo: First of all, I'm assuming you have no idea what the problem with that statement is
Francis: What?
Galileo: Second of all, we need to get the fuck out of here, NOW
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[After being defeated by the mansion's friendship power]
Galileo: The real treasure was the memories we made along the way
Francis: I almost died
Galileo: That... was my favorite memory
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ifthiswingscouldfly · 10 months
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Just Mozart Things
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Empty ballroom where the piano sound echos, The hunted place echoed with soft piano melody and ghosts of two lovers who once promised to love each other for eternity. The piano kept playing and the silver haired pianist was crying. His tears run like a river but did someone even heard him?. He kept playing on the piano not realizing the two ghosts who were dancing around. Or can't he see them?. Maybe they weren't there, maybe it was just a memory from his past. When he was once in love. He was happy and she was too. The storm in the head of the pianist kept roaring. And from a distance everyone could tell how sweet his melody was.
°•☆°•☆°•☆°•☆°•☆°•☆°•☆°•☆°•☆°•☆°
Next Suitor: Leonardo
Post date: 25th/Jun/2023
*Follow me for more
M🤎
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aquagirl1978 · 1 year
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Mozart + touches #4
(can honestly see him blushing as he does this lol 🤭)
Thank you for this request, anon. Happy Birthday Mozart - hope you enjoy this one!
Relax and Unwind - Mozart x Reader (Ikemen Vampire)
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A/N: Part of my New Year, New Celebration event
Pairing: Mozart x Reader
Prompt: patting the other’s head
Tags: fluff
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“I can finish up in here,” Sebastian offered with a smile. “You should go be with Mozart tonight.”
You put away the freshly washed glass that was in your hand and thanked Sebastian for his kindness. Today was Mozart’s birthday and you had planned on visiting him after you were done cleaning up after dinner. Now you could surprise him earlier.
“I think he is in the parlor with Arthur and Dazai,” Sebastian called out, innocently enough, as you put your apron away and headed towards the parlor.
The sounds of riotous laughter grew louder as you approached the parlor doors. With a bright smile, ready to surprise your boyfriend, you opened the door and your smile quickly faded.
“Hi! I wasn’t expecting to see you yet.” Mozart waved wildly to you, smiling.
Oh no, he’s drunk.
You glanced at the table and saw a number of glasses containing varying amounts of amber liquor and a near-empty decanter. 
“Hey luv, you’re just in time for the party!” Arthur greeted you cheerfully, holding out a glass for you. 
“What did you two do?” you hissed, arms crossed as you stared down the pair of writers scornfully.
“It’s his birthday, Toshiko-san!” Dazai replied, leaning back in his chair. “Let him relax. Unwind.”
Mozart tugged on your sleeve and looked up at you, a silly grin plastered on his face. “You’re looking very pretty tonight.”
“You two out. Now. Or I’ll tell Comte you were busy playing in his liquor cabinet.” You uttered the one name that brought fear to them both; the two scurried away like mice, out of the parlor in a mad dash.
“Mozart, can you take my hand? Let’s go sit on the settee.”
He took your hand, his silly grin almost unsettling. He was a bit wobbly, but somehow, after a few trips, you both managed to make it to the nearby seat. Hands on his shoulders, you guided him into the seat. Once he was settled, you flopped into the seat next to him.
“Excuse me,” Mozart said, averting your gaze and he lifted a delicate hand to cover his mouth.
After hiccupping, he looked at you with a crooked grin, a slight blush coloring the apples of his pale cheeks. He leaned his head towards yours like he was looking for a kiss. But instead, his fluffy head drifted like a snowflake onto your shoulder, his cheek resting on the soft curve, his eyes closing shut. 
Lifting your hand, you gently patted his head, his hair soft and silky. “What am I going to do with you?” you asked yourself quietly as you pulled the blanket around you both, knowing this couch would be your bed tonight.
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peachyotome · 10 months
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It took me a while to post Comte's review, but it's finally here! Although I enjoyed it less than I expected, I still really liked Comte.
-Daisy 🌼
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xxsycamore · 4 months
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Catboy!Mozart headcanons
╰┈➤ 😼 What if Mozart was a catboy? Meowzart, if you will?
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Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart x MC • rating:G • wordcount: 920 • masterlist
a/n: First it was Nyapoleon and now I'm presenting you with... Meowzart. Thank you TheCarmineWanker on AO3 for proposing this idea, hope you enjoy!
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When Mozart took his chance at afterlife, accepting the offer of the mysterious gentleman standing at his deathbed, he had no idea he'll be incarnated as a vampire… much less as a catboy vampire. He blames it on his own strange antics during his former life.
Strangely enough, Mozart feels at home in his new body. After all, he's always had that catboy in himself. Back in the day, despite being a member of the elite society of his time, he couldn't help his bursts of quirkiness when bored, and could be seen leaping over tables and chairs… He hopes noone would remember him for that.
The first thing he does upon waking up in the 19th century in the mansion of Comte de Saint-Germain is to… look for a mirror. Not just to observe the curios new attributes of what once was a human body, but to groom himself. It comes so naturally to him that he cannot find peace until he's thoroughly taken care of himself.
The pristine white fur on his cat ears and tail is short, but much like his human hair, it tends to get a little wild unless groomed and kept in order. The first request he extends towards the master of the house is not for enhancements of the piano room, but rather for top-quality hairbrushes and toilette products.
It's such a burden, to be reborn with the intention to devote yet another lifetime to music yet to still face obstacles in the way. Not that he can complain much. Having a near-immortal form that needs less sleep is a delight, if the price he has to pay is distracting himself for a portion of rouge every now and then, then so be it. But god, his catboy genes. They're a gift and a curse.
For one, he finds it harder to fight boredom. Which is funny because that's exactly how this side of himself manifested back in the day, when he reached his relatively low threshold of boredom.
Much like how cats need constant entertainment, Mozart needs something besides music in order for his brain to produce dopamine. He's never been the kind to move around much, and would prefer it if he never has to leave the mansion at all. Especially not via carriage. He claws at the carriage doors when someone tries to put him in one.
But catboy Mozart gets the zoomies every now and then, and he can't do anything about it. It often happens at night. It starts with the strange urge to trash his hand along the row of piano keys, pressing them in a random, chaotic order, creating a godawful cacophony of noises.
It feels good to do that. He has no explanation for it. It'd normally feel like nails on a chalkboard for him, yet bringing disorder after hours and hours of precise work feels so refreshing to him.
Then he exits the piano room to exhaust his pent-up energy elsewhere. He runs in the halls. Jumps over the long dining table and various other pieces of furniture. Thank god everyone else is fast asleep. Or are they?
He's a clean freak, so he cleans after himself. It's just a part of his routine at this point. He feels equal parts of satisfaction wreaking havoc and then bringing order afterwards.
As for the positive aspects of having this new form, Mozart is astonished to find his hearing greatly enhanced. He hears everything. It's all a musician like him can ask for.
You know how Mozart becomes chatty and giggly when he's drunk? It's only worse if we're talking about a drunk catboy Mozart.
He meows at people. Loudly. You can't have a normal conversation with him; to every question, he'll tilt his head with a curious "miau". The others are forced to meow back in some dire attempt to communicate with him to get down from the chandelier.
Upon the arrival of MC in the mansion, Mozart doesn't play around showing his "beast" side to her, being more than sure that she won't be able to put up with him. Her futile efforts at making friends with him are laughable and she needs to know exactly who she's trying to domesticate. He warns her about getting her face clawed at if she enters his room at the wrong time.
Despite the bumpy start, she naturally doesn't give up trying to get closer to him… until her patience and genuine care pass the test of time and acquaintanceship blooms into love.
Mozart becomes more willing to be himself infront of her, and in turn, MC helps him out by keeping him company when he gets the zoomies. She practically plays with him, makes sure he's not breaking any expensive mansion relics, chases after him and gets chased by him…
MC notices how important is for Mozart to be well-groomed, and begins to frequently brush his hair and cat ears for him.
The first time Mozart's tongue swaps across her cheek, it's shocking for both parties. For Mozart because he didn't even realize he's doing it, and for MC because it hits her what a special brand of affection this equals to.
MC gifts him a collar with a little bell on it, a very elegant one. She knows Mozart's love for certain noises, and he truly falls inlove with it - though he makes it clear that he'll only wear it in front of her. He might be a catboy but he's a catboy with dignity.
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sweetlittleneptune · 1 year
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me: God I hate rude people, screw them all
also me: *proceeds to pick Mozart's route*
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I must retire for the evening to go do secret Atelier things, but thank you to everyone who interacted with my posts today! I'll reply in the morning <3
I shall leave you with this realistic portrait of Mozart I did a couple years ago (yes I cheated by drawing Jean first and then doing artistic surgery on that face to make it Mozart...)
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