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Come a Little Closer | Chapter 5 (final)

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Words: 4489

Pairs: gn!reader/Arthur; f!MC/Mozart

Tags: swearing; drinking; spoilers from Mozart’s and Arthur’s route in one big bowl of salad; lots of pet names (because I love it); MC is the one in-game, just to make it more clear; Mozart being petty; reader and Arthur being adorable and chaotic; suggestive scenes because we have Arthot as one of the main characters; Arthur simping over you.

Breakfast had been as normal as it could be. Dazai entered through the window, returning from who knows where; Theo stuffed his face with pancakes and syrup; and Jean had to be dragged out of his room to actually eat something. However, Mozart didn’t show up, and you didn’t hear him playing through the night, so you weren’t sure what happened.

When everyone finished and dispersed to their respective rooms and errands, you went to the kitchen to clean up. Arthur sometimes stayed to keep you company, chat about trivialities, and even help when Sebastian allowed him — and he didn’t approve much of Arthur’s help ever since the writer said he’d do the dishes, hit his arm on three glasses that were too close to the edge of the sink, and broke them. Today was one of those days that he stayed but wasn’t allowed to touch anything.

Sebastian went to Comte’s office, probably to give him his morning tea, while MC was assembling Isaac’s brunch. And Arthur pulled a chair to your side, hugging you by the waist while you finished polishing the cutlery.

“I’ll get this to Isaac. Be right back!” MC said, leaving the kitchen.

“Sooo,” Arthur said, a cheeky smile on his face. He got up to corner you against the counter. “Looks like we’re alone, my love.”

“Well observed, detective,” you giggled.

“Any ideas?”

"Lots of them,” you said, turning around to look at him. He grinned, but it faded quickly. “But none for right now because I have a ton of work to do.”

"Come on, honey, humor me," he pouted, and you couldn't help but burst into laughter.

“I’m sorry, honey, but I really need to finish here,” you consoled him. “But I can make up to you some other time.”

“Mmm, tempting,” he leaned in and gave you a quick kiss on the lips.

"For God’s sake, I don’t want to see it every time I walk into a room,” Mozart said, sounding disgusted. “I promised to behave, but you have to as well. And it’s not sanitary to do it here,” he frowned.

“Would you prefer we go to my room?” Arthur asked, smirking.

The musician looked at you, as if asking permission to kill your boyfriend right this instant. He opted to just groan and get something to eat. “Don’t push your luck.”

“I’m just teasing you, Wolfie. You need to get laid to relax a little.”

Mozart whipped around so fast to face Arthur that his neck snapped, his eyes widening in horror and surprise. He was blushing so hard that even his ears were red. You didn’t know if it was anger or embarrassment, probably both.

“Why would you say it out loud?” you sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Was?” His voice finally came out. Looked like Arthur broke your brother.

Silence. No one dared to say a word for a whole minute.

“Is everything okay, Mozart?” MC’s melodious voice cut through the awkward silence, prompting all three of you to stop staring at each other and turn to look at her standing in the doorway. You really liked MC, but now was the worst time for her to come back. “Your face is really red. Are you sick? Can I help you with something?”

Oh, no. 

“Yes, yes!” Arthur said. You gazed at him, seeing his grin widening on his face. You told him that you thought Mozart was starting to like MC, and he couldn’t resist such good timing for teasing. “I think you’re the only one who can help Wolfie right now.”

“Oh!” She took a step forward, her eyes filled with concern. “What can I do for you?”

Mozart didn’t say anything, just glared at Arthur and left the room, muttering something under his breath; you’d bet he was swearing in German. He didn’t even have time to grab coffee or something to eat before leaving, just some blanc.

MC followed the musician with her gaze until he was out of sight. Frowning, she looked back at you. “What happened? Did I do something?”

“No, you did nothing. Don’t worry.” You glanced at your boyfriend, a scowl on your face. “But you…”

“I didn’t know that would happen!” He raised his hands to try to defend himself. “But it was funny.”

“I’d sleep with an eye open tonight, just to make sure,” you sighed.

xxx

Mozart ran to his music room and slammed the door shut. He sat down on his piano bench to catch his breath; he wasn’t used to running. Yes, as soon as he was out of the kitchen, he ran. He didn’t know why, he just knew he had to get out of there. Usually, he was really good at ignoring Arthur or making a snarky comment back, but today his brain stopped functioning; the scoundrel really outdid himself. MC arriving didn’t help either; she looked so worried, his heart panged when he saw her face.

How was he supposed to look at her now? He knew he acted weird, and she wouldn’t let it slip. She was stubborn and usually did everything she could to make him talk to her. Wasn’t that how they started chatting anyway? He didn’t know if he should be grateful or not because this was the whole reason for his predicament now, but he really didn’t want to talk about what happened.

His mood soured when he realized he had no way out. He agreed to teach her how to play the song he composed for her. She’d probably look for him when she wasn’t so busy, and deep in his heart, he longed for the time he’d spend with her. On the other hand, he knew every lesson he taught her would be a countdown to the day she’d go away — the day she’d leave the mansion forever and never come back. He groaned aloud; his sour mood only worsened now.

Mozart looked down at the piano, attempting to keep himself busy, but he couldn’t concentrate. He wasn’t oblivious or dense. After spending the night thinking about it, he came to the logical conclusion that she was the shortest friendship he ever had because he was in love with her. And that’s when the problem really started. What should he do about it? Should he say something? Would she be mad at him if he told her about his feelings? Was there even a slight chance of her reciprocating? Would she stay if he asked? Did he have the right to ask that of her? He mistreated her half of her time in the mansion; would she even believe he was now in love with her?

He blamed your stupid advice; that was the reason he was going crazy. ‘Won’t hurt to just think’, his ass! He spent the whole night thinking about MC, without being able to reach a conclusion that made actual sense and wouldn’t hurt anyone. When he realized, the sun was rising while he was still staring at his ceiling in silence, his heart beating faster than ever before.

He didn’t realize he had missed lunch until his uncomfortable thoughts and lonely silence were broken by the worst person — again. Three knocks on the door and her sweet voice calling him.

“Mozart? Are you in there?”

He thought back to what Arthur said in the kitchen in the morning, how worried she looked, what you told him about his feelings… it all made his breath hitch in his throat. He heard her mumble something and realized he hadn’t responded yet. She was probably leaving, assuming he wasn’t there. Would she continue to look for him or just give up and go back to her chores?

“Come in,” he replied, his voice was hoarse, so he cleared his throat to try to make it better. He turned around to look at her, and as soon as she entered the room, her sweet, alluring scent hit his senses hard. He was so screwed.

“You didn’t show up for lunch,” she said with a smile that seemed to illuminate the whole room, and he thought he’d go blind. “So I brought you a plate and some blanc.” She set the tray on his coffee table, studying his face with a frown. “You look tired.”

“I stayed up all night.”

“Really? I didn’t hear your piano like I usually do.”

“I was in my bedroom, just couldn’t sleep,” he wearily answered.

“Mmm… If you need something, tell me,” she said, her voice filled with worry. “I’ll try to help in any way I can.”

“Yes, thank you,” he sighed.

“I mean it,” she said matter-of-factly, reassuring her support to him. He only nodded, and she smiled. “Great.”

He noticed how she stood in the middle of the room, looking at him and fidgeting with her fingers. “You want to ask about your lessons, right?” he inquired. She was too easy to read, and he found it delightful.

“Ah, well… yes. But I don’t wanna impose! You already spent the whole night awake, you should rest.”

“It’s fine. I’m free now,” he shrugged. If he was gonna suffer with her presence, it’d be better to just do it already. “What about you?”

“Ah, I need to help clean the kitchen, but then I’ll be free for a while!”

“Alright, I’ll be here then,” he tried to sound nonchalant as usual.

She left the room with a big smile and promised to be back quickly so as not to disturb his composing. If only she knew she was disturbing even when she wasn’t there — not that it was her fault anyway. With a deep sigh, Mozart got up and reached for the food and blanc she brought him, trying not to dwell on how the drink seemed to make no difference to his thirst.

xxx

Despite his heart telling him to scream from the balcony so the whole of Paris would hear that he liked MC, he didn’t do it. He kept quiet, even though it was proving to be hard to keep it to himself during their music lessons. And with each passing day, he felt like he was about to explode the whole mansion, because each day that passed brought him one day closer to her leaving.

“Wait, what was this note again?” she asked, pointing at the music sheet in front of them. Mozart had dragged another bench for her to sit beside him, to make it easier to teach her, of course.

“An E,” he replied patiently. “It’s this one here.” He played the key.

“Okay!” She tried playing again.

“Just remember, it changes when the clef changes.” She shot him a quizzical look, and he thought it was the most adorable expression he had ever seen on her face — at least at the moment; he believed she had many other ‘most adorable expressions’. He pointed to the music sheet. “Pay attention here. See? With the treble clef, it’s E. But with the bass clef, it’s G.”

“Ah, right…” She frowned and sighed. 

“Do you want to play with only your right hand for now? It’s easier.”

“No, I can do it!” She perked up and smiled again. She stared intently at the music sheet, and he heard her mumbling the notes to figure out where she should place her hands. “Here, right?”

“Right. But use this finger.” He gently guided her left hand, his touch lingering a second longer than necessary.

She hummed in agreement and started to play. She wasn’t the best music student, but he could tell she was really trying. Slowly pressing the keys, she took her time to think about which note to play and then executed it, prolonging all the durations. She was biting her lip in concentration, grimacing whenever her finger didn’t press the key with the necessary strength, and the sound was almost inaudible.

If any other person played the way she did, Mozart would find it hideous and make them stop. However, it was her. And as quickly as he figured out his feelings, he realized they ran deep, because, for him, she was playing something beautiful.

She was still in the first page and probably wouldn’t be able to finish learning the whole song before leaving, but he could tell that she was happy with just learning it at all. She had a huge smile when she turned to look at him, caught by surprise to find he was studying her face.

“A-ah… Erm… How was it?” She hesitated, the words seemed to fly away from her brain when she gazed into his eyes.

“Not the worst,” he replied.

He leaned over a little, enough to be closer than usual. Taking a deep breath, he frowned. It was already hard to sit beside her, but her scent was almost unbearably more intense this close. He twirled a lock of her hair around his index finger and brought it to his face, savoring her delicious scent as he kissed it without even realizing what he was doing.

“Um, Mozart?” she asked, her face blushing. 

“Are you wearing a new perfume?”

“No,” her voice was almost a whisper. “Why do you ask?”

“Just curious,” he replied dismissively.

She opened her mouth to say something but closed it again when she looked into his eyes, noticing how they stared right into her soul. Her breath hitched, and she saw his gaze waver; it lasted for a second or two, but she noticed — she paid him enough attention.

He continued to stare at her intensely. With his keen ear, he clearly heard the hitch in her breath, and he wondered if he could also hear her heartbeat.

Could he hear her blood pumping in her veins?

Could he feel it?

Unconsciously, he leaned closer, entranced by his own thoughts.

He stopped when he heard her release a low whimper. What was he doing? His eyes widened slightly; he had never felt this out of control before. Though he should back away, he found himself unable to move. She showed no sign of retreating either. He assumed she was too stunned to move, and he was right, though not for the reason he initially thought.

She was already nervous around Mozart, but it intensified now. She wasn’t clueless or stupid; she knew she liked him, even if they had gotten close just a week ago or so. She didn’t want to tell him anything — not now, at least — and risk ruining the friendship they had just started. However, how was she supposed to keep it together when he acted like... that? She swore he was about to kiss her or... bite her — maybe both. Goosebumps ran up her spine, and she took a deep breath, trying to calm down her heart. Keyword: try.

“I-I’m on dust duty after this,” she stuttered, her voice still low. He raised an inquisitive brow, not following where this topic was coming from. “I’ll help Sebas with dinner later and probably go downtown with YN to run some errands. Some residents asked us to buy stuff next time we were downtown…” She was rambling; he had never seen her so nervous. She was always a talkative person, but there was something endearing about how she was speaking so rapidly and randomly in that moment. She even slipped in some words in her mother language. “I noticed we’re running out of coffee while brewing some this morning, so I have to buy some coffee too… Do you also drink tea? I like tea more than coffee. If you’d like to try some, I can tell you about the ones more likely to suit your taste.”

He couldn’t say anything in response. What was he supposed to say anyway? She stopped talking abruptly, licking her lips and biting them to prevent herself from nervously ranting again. His eyes flicked down to follow the motion and then turned to hers, observing how they apprehensively looked at him. 

Mozart knew his feelings were still new, but if he didn’t do or say something now, when would he? She’d leave in a day and a half… He didn’t have time. On the other hand, it could turn out badly and ruin everything for good. From his point of view, he had two options to consider at the moment: 1. feign innocence and kiss her cheek as a way of expressing friendship, pretending this was his idea from the start; 2. pull away and risk not being able to share his feelings with her, likely also lying that he never tried anything.

However, a third option lingered, one that existed only in her mind for now.

Unable to bear the tension any longer, she was never one to think before acting — that’s how she got there in the first place. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes tightly and prayed for the best, closing the gap between them. It was nothing more than a brush of lips, and then she pulled away slightly, fluttering her eyes open.

“What was that for?” His voice came out as a husky whisper. His face was flushed, and his eyes were unreadable; she thought he might be mad at her.

A little panicky, she straightened her body, averting her gaze. MC nervously fidgeted with her fingers, her throat felt dry, and she believed she had lost her voice. She thought about running away, lock herself in her bedroom, and cry until the door opened again, so she could throw herself straight to the 21st century even if this wasn’t what she wanted. Yes, she was thinking about staying, but if he got angry and she ended up ruining everything, her anxious mind thought it’d be better to just go back to her time in shame — not her home, because she felt at home in the mansion now.

“I-I-I…” She attempted to say something, but her voice caught in her throat, and her lips quivered. A soft sniffle escaped her, and she felt her cheeks getting wet. She wasn’t sure if her legs would be able to keep her steady enough to stand up and run now.

“Why are you crying?” His eyes widened momentarily. Internally, he was panicking and screaming, but he had to maintain a calm expression to avoid startling her further. Gently, he reached for her face, turning her to look at him while wiping away her tears.

MC tried to formulate something, but a sob was the only thing that came out. Feeling vulnerable, stupid, and confused, she found herself surprised by the gentle touch, especially after he had sounded annoyed when asking about the kiss.

Mozart couldn’t stand to see her crying, especially because he didn’t even understand why she was crying in the first place. He pulled her against his chest, embracing her reassuringly. “Don’t cry.” He threaded his fingers through her hair to help calm her down. “Stop crying already.” His words were stern, but his voice remained soft, gentle, and filled with concern. His calm façade was crumbling down.

It took her a few minutes to calm down, and Mozart held her in tightly the whole time. Finally, she let out a shuddered, relieved breath, and he tried to keep her in his arms, but she pulled away. Nervously, she glanced around the music room, as if searching for the right words. He didn’t press; he simply waited, gazing into her puffy eyes and her red, tear-stained face.

“I’m sorry,” she softly murmured. He considered saying something, but realized she probably had more to express; she was only struggling to find the right words. “I didn’t mean to impose and make you upset. It was stupid, and I apologize for… you know.”

“I’m not,” he replied, frowning. 

She looked at him as if she had discovered some brand new information. “You’re not?”

“No.” He raised an eyebrow. Was she bad at reading people or was he bad at showing his feelings? Perhaps a little bit of both.

“Annoyed then?” She frowned, trying to understand. “In any case, I apologize-”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he interrupted. “But you indeed made a mistake.” Her eyes wavered for only a second.

Mozart leaned in closer again, but this time he didn’t stop to think; he just closed the gap between them. Keeping his eyes open to gauge her reaction, he noticed how she widened her eyes before closing them, and only then did he close his too. Sliding his hand behind her neck, he kept her close to deepen the kiss, feeling her shudder a breath and grab him by his lapel.

It was good, it was like being complete, and it was about to make Mozart be driven by bloodlust. He broke the kiss to gaze into MC’s eyes. She pulled back, and she was about to take her hands away from him, but he held them in place.

“Can you see your mistake now?” he asked, chuckling at her puzzled gaze.

She frowned while playing with his lapel. “But can you blame me?” she said, her voice still stammering a bit. “You send me mixed signals, I’m not sure how to feel, how you feel.”

Oh, he knew what the problem was. He was just too stubborn and shy to admit it out loud. Pulling her into a hug, he hid his flushing face from her while he contemplated how to confess. “I’ll try to make it clear from now on, so you better not cry about it again because I’ll keep you close for a good time.”

“Is this your way of telling me you like me?” She giggled, shaking his body with hers. “See, you need to practice the delivery; it’s still confusing. You talk like you’re scolding me.” She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him back with a squeeze.

“I know.” He smiled and kissed the top of her head.

They stayed there, enjoying the peace and quiet for a few minutes, until she looked up at him, placing her chin on his chest. “It’s really nice here, but I need to go.”

His arms instinctively tightened around her body. “No. I won’t let you go, I can’t.”

“But-”

“No buts. I’m being selfish, and I don’t care.” He gently cradled her face in his hands, treating her like the most precious and delicate thing in the whole world. “You’re staying, you hear me? I might not deserve you after mistreating you for a good time, but you can’t leave! You’re not allowed to leave me!”

Breathing heavily, as if he had just completed a marathon, Mozart continued to gaze into her eyes. His own eyes attempted to convey his feelings. She blinked a few times, tilting her head to the side and leaning into the palm of his hand. It was an action that would’ve made him swoon if not for the extremely confused expression on her face. Didn’t she feel the same? But they just kissed… Didn’t she want to stay?

“What are you saying?” she inquired.

“Exactly what you heard.”

Raising an inquisitive eyebrow, she tried to understand. A playful smile spread across her face in the next second. “Well, well, it looks like I’m not the only one making mistakes today, Mozart.”

He frowned and lightly pinched her cheeks. “Why are you laughing?”

“I was talking about needing to go help Sebastian with dinner.”

“... What?”

“I should ask you: what?” She chuckled. “Did you think I was talking about going to the future? Because I’m not going back; I’ll stay here in the mansion. I already talked to Comte.”

He blinked slowly, processing her question. “You’re not going back home?”

“Mmm, I’m already home.” She flashed him a loving smile, and his heart skipped a beat. “I made up my mind last week. I like it here better than in the future.”

“But you said you wanted to learn the music to play when you went home…”

“Ah, yes… Well, I wasn’t exactly lying; I was still indecisive then. However, I also used it as an excuse to spend more time with you and see if I could do something about my feelings.”

“Honestly…” Mozart sighed and frowned, but she could see him suppressing a smile. “What am I gonna do with you? You better take responsibility for deceiving me.”

He leaned down to kiss her once more, and she laughed. It was so typical of him; she was already getting the hang of reading into his words and actions, but she knew she’d get even better.

They’d have plenty of time, after all.

xxx

Little bonus scene:

Comte was throwing another party to celebrate another guest deciding to permanently live there with them — and he was going all out again.

You were sitting on the couch, a glass of wine in one hand, your boyfriend’s arm over your shoulder, and happiness bubbling inside you. It all felt familiar, as if this entire scene had happened before. And it really had, but things had changed a lot since last time.

This time, you didn’t have to drag your brother or pull the young sibling charm to convince him to play; he was there by his own accord, sitting by the piano with his girlfriend and smiling. You saw Shakespeare passing by, staring at Mozart’s smile, probably thinking someone had already given him alcohol. You knew he hadn’t drunk anything; as cheesy and sappy as it sounded, he was drunk on love.

Arthur was nuzzling his nose against your face and kissing you like another love-drunk vampire when you heard MC’s voice ringing in front of you.

“Hey, guys!” She sat by your other side, smiling. 

Mozart wasn’t with her, but he arrived a few seconds later, with a plate of appetizers and a drink in his hands. He frowned looking at you three and turned to MC, going to sit on her other side. He could sit between you and her, but despite not liking to share her attention, he knew she liked talking to you — and you to her. He gave her the food and drink, and she beamed at him, kissing his cheek.

You and Arthur couldn’t help but notice that Mozart didn’t take a second look in your direction, not even saying anything about how close you were or anything. To his credit, he had been better ever since he and MC got together; his possessive and petty behavior was now fully focused on his girlfriend — who thankfully knew very well how to handle it. They were really a good couple, and you were happy that you had the whole idea of setting them up.

“Told you he needed to get laid to relax,” Arthur said with a mischievous grin.

MC and Mozart whipped their heads to you and Arthur, widening their eyes, while you sighed loudly.

“You really need to stop saying these things out loud…”

Aaaand it’s over! Thank you for your patience waiting for this last update! 🤍

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Thank you for your ask, anon my duckling! This was so nice to write, oddly enough, idk just thinking about how the vamps would positively reinforce their MC makes me so happy eee ^^

- JJ x

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Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart:

MC played the ivory keys of the piano expertly, deft fingers flitting with perfect execution across the keys without error. They grinned as their hands danced along the instrument, making beautiful music that rung gloriously around the music room and out of the ajar door and into the hallway where it caught the attention of their boyfriend who paused in his tracks to listen before stepping into the music room, 

“Sonata in C is for four hands, why are you playing it alone?” Mozart’s clear voice cut through the gentle twinkling of the piano, startling MC who fumbled over the keys and pressed down haphazardly in shock, letting an unpleasant array of dissonant notes sound out. MC looked almost guilty as their genius composer of a boyfriend stared at them with a mixture of his regular cool blankness and curiosity, scrambling to pick themselves up off the piano stool as heat rose pink on their cheeks, “Don’t run away.” The vampire’s tone was beautifully commanding, making MC sit back down on the stool without a second thought, albeit their embarrassment which Mozart found rather adorable as he sat himself beside his lover. He quirked an eyebrow at the lack of sheet music on the music shelf, “Playing from memory? Impressive.”

MC averted their gaze to the piano pedals, embarrassed that their boyfriend, the Mozart, had caught them playing music that he himself had written, and fidgeted a little in their seat next to him, “I’m not as good as you.” MC’s voice was timid and quiet, their eyes tinged with sadness which made Wolfgang frown deeply and take their chin between thumb and forefinger,

“That’s not a reason to discredit yourself, Liebling. You play exceptionally.” Mozart’s violet eyes were bright with affection and truth as he smiled at his love gently before placing a soft kiss to their cheek and placing his fingers on the keys elegantly, “Now, no hiding your talents from me anymore, Liebchen. Let’s play something together.”

Isaac Newton:

Isaac frowned at the endless pool of papers on his desk and the floor surrounding him, pushing his glasses up as he examined a page of equations for seemingly the hundredth time and grumbling at his own handwriting. He didn’t bother looking up at the door when he heard a knock from the other side of the wood, “Come in.” 

“I brought you your lunch, professor,” MC smiled softly as they pushed the door open with their hip, their hands both busy with holding the tray of sandwiches, rouge and tea. Isaac felt his cheeks flush with heat at the title his lover used for him, a blush that only got deeper when he glanced up to see their pretty smile.

“You know you can just call me ‘Isaac’. You’re my partner, not my student.” The physicist's tight shoulders relaxed slightly when he felt MC’s careful hands gently rubbing out the tense knots underneath his skin, and he sighed softly, “I can’t seem to get these equations to make sense. It should be simple, I just can’t work out which of these calculations is throwing it off.” Isaac handed his lover the sheet he’d been pouring over for the past few hours while he reached for one of the small bottles of rouge they’d brought for him, taking a little swig before he began to eat his lunch.

MC stared at the numbers for a minute in silence, feeling Isaac’s dusty pink eyes on their face inquisitively when they spoke, “I see what you’ve done.” They took a pen from the desk and placed the page in front of Isaac, pointing to one equation with the nib of the pen, “The square root of 1018 is 31.9031122671, you’ve just missed out a 2 here in the middle.” MC scribbled a 2 in the correct place and grinned as Isaac took the pen from their hand gently and thusly corrected the rest of the maths on the page, his eyes wide when he looked up at them in shock,

“How on earth did you spot that?” There was a upturn to the corners of his lips as MC just shrugged a little and turned to leave, but Isaac caught their wrist and pulled them into a an uncharacteristically enthusiastic hug, “Perhaps I should have you check all of my work from now on.”

Arthur Conan Doyle:

Arthur smiled softly to himself as he scanned through the scrawled little story in MC’s notebook that had been left open on his desk, his eyes bright with intrigue and curiosity as he read, “You devilish little thing, keeping your brilliance from me.” The vampire was drawn from his entrancement from MC’s story by the sound of MC themselves at door, stuttering as they dropped the basket of laundry they were carrying, “Oh, afternoon, luv.”

“Arthur, you found my book-” MC blushed deeply as they rushed over to their boyfriend and tried to pry the notebook from his hands, whining when he held it  above their head - just high enough so that they couldn’t reach it - “C’mon, give it back! Its not like its any good.”

“Are you joking, poppet? This writing is superb!” Arthur’s genuine grin faltered and fell to a frown when he noticed the sour look on his darling’s face, “D-do you not believe me?” His eyebrows curved downward in sadness and his heart beat thick with distress when he noticed the completely blue expression that MC wore, almost like they were about to cry, “MC, I’m telling the truth, this story is brilliant.” The author smiled softly at MC, pinching their cheek affectionately and breaking out into a grin when they shot him a small, sad smile back, “There’s that beautiful smile that I love.”

“I’ll never be as good as you though, Artie,” MC shrugged, sighing softly and turning to leave, frowning at Arthur when he rushed past them and closed the door, standing in the way, “Sebas will kill me if I don’t get back to work soon.”

“I think not, luv,” Arthur smirked when MC looked at him questioningly before he ushered them over to the chaise lounge only to pepper their cheeks with kisses, his grin only growing when MC began to giggle and blush, a genuine smile on their lips to replace the sad one they’d worn minutes earlier, “Now I want to hear all about your writing - no ‘ifs’, ‘ands’ or ‘buts’, alright?”

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Comte's Ghost Mansion (IkeVamp; Luigi's Mansion AU) Part 2

a/n: Decided to get this one out soon since Part 1 was more of a prologue. Happy reading! ✨

Tags: Humor, Crack treated seriously, Luigi's Mansion AU, Spooky scary spectral vampires, Ghostbuster MC WordCount: ~1200 words Characters: You, Ghost!Mozart, Comte (mentioned) Previous: Part 1 Next: Part 3

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You lifted the oil lamp given to you by Sebastian to fight off the cold gloom of the mansion, shielding you with a warm, orange barrier. Your eyes adjusted to the darkness eventually. Trotting up the stairs, you opted to explore the east wing first.

A long hallway stretched before you, similar to the one you woke up in, if not the same one. Framed pictures hung against the wall that you passed by. Most of them were generic landscape paintings. You stopped at one that had a name engraved under it.

'Le Comte de Saint-Germain.'

It was terribly dusty. Curious, you removed the dust with the vacuum.

The force of its suction was much stronger than you expected. It latched onto the painting so hard you feared it would crumble and tear.

You, being an amateur at this, could not escape the dust storm that ensued from prying the vacuum off, sending you into a sneezing fit. You stumbled, crashing into something with your elbow. The crash of something fragile froze you in place. It sounded like porcelain.

Little embers illuminated the crime scene. You vacuumed the floor as well as you could, but the larger pieces remained as incriminating evidence. You pushed them under a chair, your sole witness, and hurried along. 

“What Sebastian doesn’t know won’t hurt me,” you convinced yourself.

You peeked behind you, discerning if it was hidden enough from a distance. The darkness helped. For now. 

Turning the corner, you slowed down to catch your breath. Oddly enough, lively piano music could be heard at the end of this new hallway. It was a catchy melody, one that had you walking in step with the tempo. It was hypnotizing in the way it made you forget what happened earlier. You followed the sound to its source, opening every door on the way. They were all locked.

“Aha!” Right outside where the music was loudest, the click of the doorknob meant you could go through.

You were met with a lone fortepiano in the middle of a pristine white room. Along one wall were instrument cases, probably for violins or violas. You struggled to tell them apart. From an arched window, moonlight peeked between the clouds, reflecting off the white keys in a heavenly glow. Little wispy particles danced in the air as the piano keys played themselves.

You stepped closer, mesmerized by the music, cheerful and uplifting. Familiar, the kind of merry tune that gathers dancing folk at a festival. The day before you visited the Louvre museum, you attended an orchestra concert celebrating Mozart’s 268th birthday. That must be where you heard it.

The piano played its last chord, drawing out its sound until it faded naturally. Scribbles appeared on sheet music paper leaning against the piano's rack, transcribed by a floating ink-stained quill. You blinked and tilted your head around the empty seat. Out of curiosity, you pressed some of the keys.

SLAM!

You jumped back and recoiled your hand, for a couple of reasons. One, the piano was out to get you for using it without permission. Two, there was now a fuming phantom-like figure sitting at the piano. His entire form was wrapped in an ethereal light, and you could see through him at certain angles. 

“You dare interrupt my creative process?” His voice echoed in the room. “Have you no respect for a musician’s craft?!” 

A gentleman, around the same height as Sebastian, stood up (he had no legs, you noted, so perhaps “floated up” may be more apt) and fixed a glare upon you. His white hair reached past his ears with a fringe swept in an arc, partially obscuring his striking lilac eyes. But it could not conceal the ire behind them. His figure towered over you as he drew near. If he was not about to kill you, you may have called him handsome.

“Hey, let’s talk about this,” you stalled as you fumbled to get your vacuum back on. “What you played was beautiful, I just didn’t notice that you were there.”

You could say he lacked stage presence, but you kept that to yourself.

He narrowed his eyes, keeping his distance from you. “That machine… Hmph, I won’t let you capture me that easily.” The instrument cases unzipped themselves, releasing floating violins from their sleep. They hovered beside the paranormal performer, who blocked your path to the exit. The violin strings acted as a crossbow for violin bows that materialized from thin air. They followed your every move.

You ducked just in time, and a violin bow zipped past you and shattered against the wall into a thousand sparks.

This ghost was not messing around!

At last, the vacuum whirred to life. It vibrated incessantly against your back, like a massage chair. Dodging with the machine proved difficult. You used the piano in the center as a shield, but you knew you had to confront the phantom eventually.

Your aim was shaky, but you managed to redirect the violins away from you. They took time to aim each shot. Once you figured out the rhythm of the attacks, you leveraged the downtime between each one to target the paranormal performer.

The tube latched onto his cravat, bending his figure like a boomerang. He flailed and stretched his arms beyond human proportions in search of an anchor. Struggling against his resistance, you cranked up the strength with an unsteady hand.

Stumbling around the room, you strained to keep the tube locked on its target. Try as he might to wiggle his way out, the paranormal performer proved no match against the Poltergust’s power. His shrieks filled the room, oddly melodic like he was singing his last goodbye to the world. Once he was fully captured, only the blare of the vacuum remained.

You breathed heavily, whirling around expecting more ghosts to pop up. Your whole body shook. You blamed the machine’s vibrations against your back. Seeing no further threats, you switched it off. The shaking didn’t stop.  

“So,” you said. “Sebastian really was a ghostbuster, then.” And now, so were you.

You picked up the ink-tipped quill that the paranormal performer held. Beside it was a key. You twirled both items between your fingers. Normal to the touch, nothing magical about them.

“Was that one of the ‘esteemed guests’ I was supposed to avoid disturbing?” You scoffed. “Maybe he shouldn’t have disturbed me first!”

Feeling justified in your self-defense, you grabbed the sheet music and the quill and threw them into your item pouch. They seemed ‘of interest’ enough by your standards to return to the butler. At the very least, you had more questions for him. You kept the key in hand, maybe it would unlock one of the doors you passed by.

Stepping out of the room, you walked with a spring in your step. You just faced a ghost! And lived to tell the tale! Now knowing what you were up against, you kept your eyes peeled for any more irregular movements.

After reaching a dead end, you walked back by the broken porcelain in the first hallway. The painting of ‘Le Comte de Saint-Germain’ was still intact. You sighed in relief, and you could actually observe the painting properly.

The subject of the portrait gazed at you with mysterious amber eyes. There was wisdom behind his gaze, like that of a timeworn tome, and a touch of melancholy. His smile was warm and inviting but didn’t quite reach those eyes. Illuminated by the lamp, recognition washed over you. You’ve seen that same sweeping blond hair and tailored suit before.

It was the same man who you met at the Louvre!

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Napoleon Mozart Leonardo Vincent Theo Arthur Isaac Jean Dazai Shakespeare Comte Sebastian Vlad Faust Charles Drake Galileo

Headcanons for All Things that might as well be canon The Pets

Trying sushi When mom and dad aren't home Charles x Vincent Platonic: Part 1 - Part 2 Vincent x Dazai Platonic: Part 1 - Part 2 Will x Vincent genderbend Evil Trio group chat Everyone is babies Hunter AU Sword lessons The guys in Twisted Wonderland dorms Me snapping their suspenders Mc with mental illness Secret Santa

Spicy things Masterlist Just Writer Trio Things Masterlist Pirate AU Masterlist Kiss Event Lines Masterlist Sleepwalking Isaac Masterlist Depressed Vincent Masterlist Charles Route Release Campaign Ikevamp OC Masterlist OC Masterpost Catboy Cafe AU: Part 1 - Part 2 - Mini Story - Cafe Layout

How old the guys were when they died How their ages work Vincent's Romantic Life: Part 1 - Part 2 Drake's route chapter 1&2 / Drake's Route chapter 23&24 Why doesn't Leonardo like Will?

No one believes each other They actually have vampire abilities No one understands French - Bonus I - Bonus II They have a social media following Mc is a pureblood - Bonus I Mc has an underfunded American public education

Who is eating the peas with their fish and chips Coffee or Tea?

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••• ━━━━━Napoleon Bonaparte

NAPOLEON-ONLY MASTERLIST HERE - [PART 1] & [PART 2]

💕special selection:

Emergency Nap(-oleon)! [fluff] Tags: Menstruation; period cramps; Sleepy couch cuddles;napping; Fluff

Our Little Family [fluff & smut] Tags: Dad!Napoleon headcanonss + scenarious; Parenthood; Married Life; Kid Fic; Pregnancy; original kid characters; Bedtime Stories; Baby Names; Bad Cooking; Chores; Tea Parties; Light Angst; Past Lives; Dad!Napoleon; Mom!Reader; the mansion’s residents are good uncles; Fluff; Tooth-Rotting Fluff; Domestic Fluff; Eventual Smut; Massage; Body Worship; Cunnilingus; Quickies; Hand Jobs; Morning Sex

KISSAHOLIC [smut] Tags: Bickering; Femdom to Maledom; Light Dom/sub; Lipstick; Kissing; Marking; Neck Kissing; Teasing; Nipple Play; Blow Jobs; Dirty Talk; Vaginal Sex; Size Kink; Multiple Orgasms; Creampie; Post-Sex Cuddless

Making a home [fluff & smut] Tags: Househusband!Napoleon headcanons + scenarios; Domestic fluff; Married characters; Working wife MC; Bathing/Washing; Massage; Foot Massage; Chores; Cooking; House Cleaning; Smut; Somnophilia; Blow Jobs; Oral Sex; Face-Fucking; Rough Oral Sex; Lap Sex; Dirty Talk; Bathroom Sex; Bathtub Sex; Vanilla; Riding; Lazy Mornings; Lazy Sex; Creampie; Tooth-Rotting Fluff

Memories [fluff]Tags: Very slightly suggestive themes; Anniversary Celebrations; Filming; Travelogue; Time Travel; They’re now living in the 21st century; Alternate Universe - Modern Setting; Cooking; Horseback Riding; Dancing; Suggestive Themes; Humor; Fluff; Kissing

••• ━━━━━Leonardo Da Vinci

Ikemen MLM & WLW stories ficlets: let's leave this in the office - Office AU (Leonardo x Comte)

Gattino [fluff] Tags: Menstruation; Period Cramps; Fluff; Pets; Lumiere

Sharing a taste ( poly threesome with Comte) [smut] Tags: Spoilers of Comte’s real name; Swearing; Smoking; Alcohol; Poly relationship; Threesome - F/M/M; Knife Play; Blood Play; Knife Cuts; Mild Blood; Mild Painplay; Mild Masochism; Blood Drinking; Come Eating; Vaginal Fingering; Cunnilingus; Dirty Talk; Double Penetration; Double Penetration in One Hole; Creampie

The season for making wishes (and for cuddles) [smut] Tags:  Fluff & Smut; Cuddling & Snuggling; Cunnilingus; Come Eating

••• ━━━━━Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Catboy!Mozart [headcanons] Tags: Catboys; Cat ears; Vampires; Fluff

Träumerei [smut] Tags: Wet Dream; Mutual Pining; Feelings Realization; Denial of Feelings; Love Confessions; Miscommunication; Fainting; Hand & Finger Kink; Vanilla; Dream Sex; Ambiguous/Open Ending

Hot Chocolate [fluff] Tags: Menstruation; period cramps; Fluff

••• ━━━━━Arthur Conan Doyle

Ikemen MLM & WLW stories ficlets: happy little accidents are fundamental for a good story - Bookstore AU (Arthur x Isaac)

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: 💋 - Pull them in for a sudden fierce kiss 

A Soulmate That Wasn't Meant to Be [angst & fluff] Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting; Alternate Universe - College/University; Alternate Universe - Reincarnation; Alternate Universe - Soulmates; Soulmate-Identifying Timers; Denial of Feelings; Feelings Realization; Fake/Pretend Relationship; Pet Names; Drinking; Time Travel; First Kiss 

Pleasure Trumps Pain [smut] Tags: Menstruation; Menstrual Sex; Period Cramps; Embarrassment; Kink Negotiation; Vanilla; Arthur is gentle; Pet Names; Gentle Sex; that gets a little not so gentle; Vaginal Fingering; Vaginal Sex; Kissing; Lots of it; mentions of blood drinking; Creampie; Aftercare; Post-Coital Cuddling; Crying; Dacryphilia 

"I can't have sex with you Arthur, I don't have enough diamonds!!" [crack & smut] Tags: Breaking the Fourth Wall; Crack; Implied Sexual Content; Suggestive Themes

Headcanons for Arthur and Yves comforting a Reader who is insecure about her body [headcanons] Tags: Fluff; Comfort; Insecurity; Body Image; Food 

Make it unfair (poly threesome with Theo) [smut] Tags: Poly relationship, Thrеesome, Smut, Public sеx, Modern AU, Heavy petting, Car sеx

Take another guess [smut] Tags:  Wall Sex; Manhandling; Clothed Sex; Quickies; Vaginal Sex; Keeping Quiet; Teasing; Dirty Talk; Blood Drinking; Vampire Bites

Naughty suits you better [smut] Tags:  Alcohol mention; Established Relationship; Vaginal Sex; Lap Sex; Creampie; Alcohol; Teasing

Dirty Dance for Three (poly threesome with Isaac) [smut] Tags: Modern AU; Poly relationship; Threesome - F/M/M ; Established Relationship ; Anniversary ; Dates ; Clubs ; Dirty Dancing ; Grinding ; Public Display of Affection ; Dirty Thoughts ; Living Together ; Dress Up ; Sharing Clothes ; Clothes swap ; Kissing ; Cunnilingus ; Face-Sitting ; Vaginal Fingering ; Hand Jobs ; Vaginal Sex ; Creampie ; Multiple Orgasms ; Bickering ; Humor ; Fluff; Aftercare ; Teasing

••• ━━━━━Theodorus Van Gogh

Ikemen MLM & WLW stories ficlets: between good & evil - Angels & Demons AU (Theodorus x Shakespeare)

Devi's Kindness [fluff] Tags: Fluff; Domestic Fluff; Breakfast in bed; Birthday Fluff

To Get Rid of a Headache [fluff] Tags: Menstruation; Period Cramps; headache; Massage; Fluff

Lieveling [smut] Tags: Shoe Licking; Pet Play; Light Degradation; Dirty Talk; Master/Pet; Swearing; Light Masochism; Collars; Leashes; Rough Sex; Vaginal Penetration; Doggy Style; Squirting; Multiple Orgasms; PWP; Light dom/sub; Praise Kink

Pretty Please? [smut] Tags: Begging; Orgasm Delay/Denial; Masturbation; Doggy Style; Vaginal Sex

Saccharine Showdown! (threesome with Isaac) [smut] Tags: Threesome - F/M/M; Aphrodisiacs; Rivalry; Bad Cooking; Some Humor; Biting; Marking; Blood Drinking; Vampire Bites; Vaginal Fingering; Spitroasting; Blow Jobs; Vaginal Sex; Dirty Talk; Praise Kink; Kissing; Making Out; Double Penetration in One Hole; Creampie; Comeplay; Come Sharing; Come Eating; Aftercare; Post-Coital Cuddling; i’m leaving it to you to decide whether they’re dating or not

Make it unfair (threesome with Arthur) [smut] Tags: Polyamory, Thrеesome, Smut, Public sеx, Modern AU, Heavy petting, Car sеx

••• ━━━━━Vincent Van Gogh

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: 💐- A bouquet of their favorite flowers

••• ━━━━━Isaac Newton

Ikemen MLM & WLW stories ficlets: happy little accidents are fundamental for a good story - Bookstore AU (Arthur x Isaac)

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: 🤲- Do the classic “Can you hold something for me” - giving them your hand 

Saccharine Showdown! (threesome with Theo) [smut] Tags: Threesome - F/M/M; Aphrodisiacs; Rivalry; Bad Cooking; Some Humor; Biting; Marking; Blood Drinking; Vampire Bites; Vaginal Fingering; Spitroasting; Blow Jobs; Vaginal Sex; Dirty Talk; Praise Kink; Kissing; Making Out; Double Penetration in One Hole; Creampie; Comeplay; Come Sharing; Come Eating; Aftercare; Post-Coital Cuddling; i’m leaving it to you to decide whether they’re dating or not

Dirty Dance for Three (poly threesome with Arthur) [smut] Tags: Modern AU; Poly relationship; Threesome - F/M/M ; Established Relationship ; Anniversary ; Dates ; Clubs ; Dirty Dancing ; Grinding ; Public Display of Affection ; Dirty Thoughts ; Living Together ; Dress Up ; Sharing Clothes ; Clothes swap ; Kissing ; Cunnilingus ; Face-Sitting ; Vaginal Fingering ; Hand Jobs ; Vaginal Sex ; Creampie ; Multiple Orgasms ; Bickering ; Humor ; Fluff; Aftercare ; Teasing

Primal, guilty pleasure [smut] Tags: Outdoor Sex; Forest Sex; Blood Drinking; Sexual Roleplay; Fear Play; Predator/Prey; Vaginal Fingering; Orgasm Delay/Denial

••• ━━━━━Jean d'Arc

Ikemen MLM & WLW stories ficlets: treasure - Pirate/Mermaid AU (Napoleon x Jean); uncovered - Soulmates AU (Napoleon x Jean)

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: 🫂- A warm hug

Christmas came earlier [smut] Tags:  Fluff & Smut; Humor; Christmas shenanigans

••• ━━━━━Dazai Osamu

Birds Of A Feather [fluff] Tags: Bunta; Presents; Light Angst

DOOR BROKEN - USE OTHER DOOR [crack] Tags: April Fools' Day; Pranks; Humor; Crack; featuring the rest of the residents

Is That Really Our Dazai?! [crack] tags: April Fools' Day; Pranks; Humor; Crack; Cursed ending; featuring the rest of the residents

••• ━━━━━Comte de Saint Germain

Ikemen MLM & WLW stories ficlets: let's leave this in the office - Office AU (Leonardo x Comte)

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: 🟫 - Kabedon them against the nearest wall 

If we go even deeper [smut] Tags: Gentle Sex; Vaginal Sex; Dirty Talk; Breeding; Breeding Kink; Impregnation; Mentions of Pregnancy; Kink Negotiation; Creampie

A Simple Remedy [fluff] Tags: Menstruation; period cramps; Fluff

Final Push (poly threesome with Vlad) [smut] Tags: Threesome - F/M/M; Light Bondage; Love Confessions; Light Angst; Porn With Plot; Past Relationship(s); Implied Vlad/Comte; spoilers for comte’s real name; Denial of Feelings; Mutual Pining; Altered Mental States; Hypnotism; Pureblood abilities used with consent; Kink Negotiation; First Kiss; First Time; Loss of Virginity; Voyeurism; Vaginal Fingering; Vaginal Sex; Biting(no turning); Blow Jobs; Come Swallowing; Multiple Orgasms; Masturbation; Creampie; Resolved Sexual Tension; Sexual Roleplay; Mild Blood; Polyamory

Sharing a taste ( poly threesome with Leonardo) [smut] Tags: Spoilers of Comte’s real name; Swearing; Smoking; Alcohol; Poly relationship; Threesome - F/M/M; Knife Play; Blood Play; Knife Cuts; Mild Blood; Mild Painplay; Mild Masochism; Blood Drinking; Come Eating; Vaginal Fingering; Cunnilingus; Dirty Talk; Double Penetration; Double Penetration in One Hole; Creampie

Nothing Like Getting Your Face Shoved In The Birthday Cake [smut] Tags: Birthday Smut; Face-Sitting; Cunnilingus; Oral Sex; Come Eating; Comeplay; no food play; Wet & Messy; spoilers for comte’s real name

Make my wish come true [smut] Tags: Spoilers of Comte’s real name; Fluff and Smut; Cunnilingus; Squirting; (implied) Bathtub Sex; Vaginal Sex

One More Christmas With You [fluff] Tags: fluff; humor; christmas decorations; kissing

••• ━━━━━Sebastian

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: 💃- Pull them in for a dance when noone else is around

Yummy Solutions [fluff] Tags: Menstruation; Period Cramps; Fluff; Blankets; Food; Cooking

••• ━━━━━William Shakespeare

Ikemen MLM & WLW stories ficlets: between good & evil - Angels & Demons AU (Theodorus x Shakespeare)

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: 💃- Pull them in for a dance when noone else is around

Mine Beloveth [fluff] Tags: Cottagecore; Domestic fluff

••• ━━━━━Charles-Henri Sanson

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: 🧵- A hand-made craft 💋 - Pull them in for a sudden fierce kiss

Babyboy [smut] Tags: Breeding; Impregnation; Mistress/Pet; Petnames; Birthday Sex; Dominance; Dom/sub; Orgasm Control; Masturbation; Marking; Hickeys; Fluff and Smut; Creampie; Aftersex Cuddles

••• ━━━━━Johann Georg Faust

Creatures Of The Night [smut] Tags: succubus character; cages; mentioned vampire bites; swearing; blowjobs; rough oral sex; deepthroating; facefucking; come swallowing

••• ━━━━━Vlad

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: 💃- Pull them in for a dance when noone else is around

Fraise [fluff] Tags: Pregnancy; Fluff; Married Characters; Domestic bliss; Crochet; Some Humor; mentions of Faust and Charles

Final Push (poly threesome with Comte) [smut] Tags: Threesome - F/M/M; Light Bondage; Love Confessions; Light Angst; Porn With Plot; Past Relationship(s); Implied Vlad/Comte; spoilers for comte’s real name; Denial of Feelings; Mutual Pining; Altered Mental States; Hypnotism; Pureblood abilities used with consent; Kink Negotiation; First Kiss; First Time; Loss of Virginity; Voyeurism; Vaginal Fingering; Vaginal Sex; Biting(no turning); Blow Jobs; Come Swallowing; Multiple Orgasms; Masturbation; Creampie; Resolved Sexual Tension; Sexual Roleplay; Mild Blood; Polyamory

Well-behaved, sugar-sweet [smut] Tags:  Blow Jobs; Cock Worship; Praise Kink; Come Eating; Come Swallowing; Vaginal Fingering

••• ━━━━━Galileo Galilei

When The Moon Hits Your Eye Like A Big Pizza Pie, [fluff] Tags: Humor; crack treated seriously; Romance; Cliché; Pizza

••• ━━━━━Francis Drake

••• ━━━━━Mitsuki (MC)

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: 😏- Use a corny pick-up line on them 💃- Pull them in for a dance when noone else is around 💃- Pull them in for a dance when noone else is around (2)

••• ━━━━━Other/All characters

Ikevamp Suitors in a Horror Movie Setting! [headcanons] Tags: All 17 suitors; horror typical themes - mentions of death, mass murder, blood, gore, torture, cults

Napoleon Gets Ready for a Date [crack] Tags: All 12 residents & MC; Humor; Crack; Dress Up

Ikevamp Suitors as Maids - part 1 (Napoleon, Leonardo, Mozart, Isaac, Theo, Vincent) & part 2 (Arthur, Jean, Dazai, Shakespeare, Comte, Sebastian) [headcanons] Tags: Crossdressing, Maid outfits

Pumpkin Carving Competition At Saint Germain's Mansion [crack] Tags: Humor; Crack; Mentions of Blood

DOOR BROKEN - USE OTHER DOOR [crack] Tags: Dazai/MC; the rest of the residents; April Fools' Day; Pranks; Humor; Crack

Is That Really Our Dazai?! [crack] tags: April Fools' Day; Pranks; Humor; Crack; Cursed ending; featuring the rest of the residents

Our Ugly Getalong Christmas Sweater! [crack] Tags: Christmas Party; Birthday Party; Modern Era; Alternate Universe - Modern Setting; Humor; Ugly Holiday Sweaters; Blackmail; Drunkenness; Alcohol; Singing; Exes; Napo’s exes; Leonardo and Comte are dating; and arthur and theo def have something going on; Minor Violence

Luka Clemence, The Third Prince [crack, crossover] Tags: characters that appear: mentions of Comte de Saint Germain and Leonardo Da Vinci; Luka Clemence (ikerev), all the rhodolitian princes + Sariel (ikepri); crackfic; crossover; they talk about boobs and legs at some point

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Chats

Another Family Meeting - No Pets in le Thermae

Can you tie a tie?

New Residents at the Mansion (IkeVamp Meets IkeSen)

The One Where Leonardo Accepted a NSFW Art Commission

The One Where Jean Got Horny During Mozart's Concert

Father's Day at the Mansion

The One Where Leonardo Fell Asleep at the Wheel

Leonardo? Napoleon? Who?

Headcanons

Suitor Reacts to a Fight (Leonardo, Arthur)

MC Reaction to Being Mad at Suitor (Leonardo, Arthur, Comte, Vlad)

Suitors Giving You a Massage (Napoleon, Leonardo, Theo, Jean)

Arthur Conan Doyle

Santa Claus is coming to town (NSFW)

Have You Ever? (NSFW)

Reflections (NSFW)

Morning Coffee

Charles-Henri Sanson

A Joyful Wish (NSFW)

Comte de St. Germain

Tempting Desires (NSFW)

Dear Diary (Comte de St. Germain x Reader x Vlad)

Bound (NSFW)

Miss You More (NSFW)

My Cherie Amour (NSFW)

Auld Lang Syne

Dazai Osamu

In Through the Window...

And Into the Bedroom (NSFW)

Jean d'Arc

Let's Make Mararons (NSFW)

An Afternoon Surprise

Stolen Kisses (NSFW)

A New Tradition (NSFW)(Napoleon x Reader x Jean)

Happy Birthday (NSFW)

Thank You for Loving Me

Silent Night

Leonardo da Vinci

Don't Make a Mess (NSFW)

A Gift for Lumiere (NSFW)

Ghosts of Christmas Past (NSFW)

Painting with the Master

Unexpected Plans

Cara Mia (NSFW)

The Night We Met

Mozart

Daydreaming

Relax and Unwind

Napoleon Bonaparte

A Bun in the Oven (NSFW)

More Eggnog, Please (NSFW)

Midnight Tryst (NSFW)

A New Tradition (NSFW)(Napoleon x Reader x Jean)

Warmth (NSFW)

Another New Year (NSFW)

Peekaboo

Kiss the Cook (NSFW)

Theodorus van Gogh

Blue Velvet (NSFW)

Theodours Fedorus (NSFW)

Longing (NSFW)

A Walk in the Park

Morning Kisses

All Night Long (NSFW)

All I Want for Christmas is You

Vlad

Under the Mistletoe (NSFW)

Dear Diary (Comte de St. German x Reader x Vlad)

Unsatiable (NSFW)

Dance with Me

I Found You

A Light in the Darkness

Cruel Summer

Winter Wonderland

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[chaosangel767]

I need help focusing on a wip. Please let me know what you want to see down below so I can try and focus my energy.

#ikemen revolution #ikerev #ikepri #ikemen prince #wip dump #ikevamp #ikemen vampire #help me figure out what to write #these are only some of the 24 I have #chaya writes

[fandom-collective-writers]

A Midnight Treat - Leonardo x MC

Fandom: IkeVamp

Pairing: Leonardo x MC

Prompt: Baking & Kiss at Midnight

Type: Fluff

WC: 800+

Written By: @chaosangel767

The mansion is silent, most of its residents are asleep at this hour. Only the faint notes of Mozart's piano, and the subtle sounds of movement in the kitchen fill the air. Finding the spot next to him empty, Leonardo is hunting through the mansion for his lover, being drawn to the kitchen by a voice and sweet smell.

“I found you,” Leonardo’s voice fills the kitchen as he leans against the door. His precious Cara Mia is humming a tune at the counter, mixing something. Jumping at his voice, she turns to him, a flush covering her cheeks.

“I wasn’t expecting you to wake up,” she murmurs, stepping away from her project to wrap her arms around his waist.

“What are you doing?” He returns the hug, sleepily resting his head on her shoulder, feeling her relax under his embrace.

“I couldn’t sleep and was craving something sweet, so I made cookies.” Leonardo only smiles at the excitement in her voice. Releasing his grip on her, he follows her back to the counter. Sure enough there are two bowls of cookies sitting on the counter, reaching to the rim of one bowl, Leonardo swipes his finger before she can swat his hand away.

“Eating cookie dough raw isn’t good for you!” she lightly scolds, trying to hide her amusement at the vampire’s antics.

“Well then you would just have to take care of me” He murmurs, wrapping his arms back around her and resting his head on her shoulder. He watches as she adds the cookie dough to the sheets, getting it ready for the oven.

“What is this kind?” he points to the other bowl and Mc smiles fondly.

“Gingerbread dough, I made it earlier. I was supposed to make them tomorrow, but since I couldn’t sleep, I figured it would be good to shape and bake them tonight so we just have to decorate them tomorrow.” She explains, adding the last cookies of the first batter to the tray. Leonardo takes the tray from her, placing them in the oven for her.

When he returns to her side, she has the rolling pin out and is getting ready to roll out the gingerbread dough.

“Here let me help Cara Mia” he whispers in her ear, his arms wrapping around her. His hands cover hers on the pin, his warmth surrounding her. Letting out a relaxed sigh, she breathes in his scent, feeling his arms move as they roll out the dough together. She tells stories about making cookies when she was younger, the memories playing in her head. When her voice fades, the only sound is their combined breathing and the faint notes of Mozart’s piano.

“There” She lets out a sigh as they place the rolling pin down, looking at the spread of dough. Moving away to check on the other cookies, she giggles when she turns back to the counter. Leonardo has the small box of cookie cutters out and is trying to choose the best cutter.

“Who said we need to pick one? Let’s choose a couple of cutters to use” she suggests, looking over his arm at the selection. He raises his arm so she can step back under and into his warm embrace.

“How about the classic gingerbread man cutter, a tree and a present?” Leonardo suggests, picking each one up and Mc lets out a nod. Settling back in his arms, she presses each one into the dough, setting them on the tray after. Slowly the tray is filled with an army of christmas cookies. Humming Christmas songs again, Mc smiles when Leonardo’s voice joins in, humming the songs with her.

As the smell of cookies fills the air, Mc hurries over to the oven, pulling out the perfectly made chocolate chip cookies, letting out a grateful sigh.

“I thought I overcooked them, I was so nervous” She comments, leaving them on the rack to cool. She picks up the finished tray of gingerbread cookies, slipping them into the oven as well. Letting out a sigh, she tilts her face up to the ceiling, breathing in the smell of the cookies.

They work together to clean up the mess on the counters, making sure every speck is put away. The gingerbread cookies take the place of the now cooled cookies on the rack. MC hides the plate of cookies for tomorrow. Turning off the ove, she picks up the one extra cookie she made. Sitting on the counter next to the rack, she pulls apart the still semi warm cookie and hands Leonardo half.

“A treat for helping,” she giggles, watching him carefully as he eats the treat.

“Fitting that a sweet girl like you makes such a sweet treat” he whispers, and Mc blushes, her eyes lighting up at the smile spreading across his face. Shutting her eyes, she takes a bite of her cookie, letting the flavors melt against her tongue.

A giggle catches her throat when Leonardo's lips press against hers out of no where.The grandfather clock in the parlor chimes midnight just as their lips part. His golden eyes gaze down at her.

“I love you Cara Mia, now come, let's go back to bed. ”

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire fluff #ikevamp leonardo #leonardo da vinci

[fang-and-feather]

Incomplete Fics/Series

Dancing Between Emotions (Ayakashi Romance Reborn, Toichiro x OC - I want to add either a getting together or established relationship part that mirrors the first chapter)

Love like a Fairytale (IkeVamp, Comte x OC, Soulmates AU - Will have a sequel and at least one intertwined story with another ship)

Changing Hearts (IkeVamp, Mozart x Jean x OC - I want to add an actual confession chapter to this)

Cultural Differences (IkeVamp, Arthur x OC - I plan on writing various different ships in this, but will, most likely, do it whenever I see fitting prompts)

Hope (IkeVamp, Isaac x Reader, Coffee Shop AU - This fic is a single scene from a multi-chapter I plan to write in full later)

Fake Promises, True Dreams (IkeVamp, Leonardo x MC, Magic and Arranged Marriage AUs - This fic is a single scene from a multi-chapter I plan to write in full later)

Back to You (Mozart x OC, Mermaid AU - This fic is a single scene from a multi-chapter I plan to write in full later)

Worth Protecting (Napoleon x OC, Bodyguard AU - This fic is a single scene from a multi-chapter I plan to write in full later)

Lost Stars (IkeVamp Isaac x Reader - Will become a Reincarnation AU and have a getting back together chapter, or a whole plot around it)

Sweet Meetings (IkeVamp, Vlad x Reader, Coffee and Flower shops AUs - This fic is a single scene from a multi-chapter I plan to write in full later)

#fanfiction plans #ikemen vampire #ayakashi romance reborn

[lordhelpme0-0]

I’m quite intrigue on a Ikevamp X twisted wonderland crossover. But the main thing I’m mostly worried about is two words: Rook Hunt.

Yes you heard me right. This French Hunter will go ballistic now he find more vampiric beings.

Isaac will be pestered and be called Roi De Newt. Rook will stalk this poor introvert of a man. Will ask judges questions and etc.

Theo is gonna seethe and avoid Rook, cause Rook and Shakes do be vibing. Literally.

Vincent is just gonna be another Kalim at this point, I’m going to worry for him.

Comte dealt with Will, but a will.2? He gonna need a spa day.

Leonardo is same with Theo but more likely to be able to fend of this Hunter.

Mozart, may he not slam any instrument onto Rook face.

Napoleon, he will be on guard but still charismatic. I worry. A lot.

Jean is gonna hold a cross at Rook, or use his sword at Rook.

Arthur will not like being placed 2nd, cause Rook got better pickup lines than him. Lmao.

William and Rook, why does this duo give me bad vibes. They should be separated and not met. If they meet, hell is upon us all.

Vlad won’t mind him, but Rook may be a bit more cautious.

Charles is just gonna be happy for a new visitor. Most likely will answer any of Rook question in great detail.

Faust is just gonna be avoid 2, he may threaten rook. But Rook handles it well.

Poor Mc, now she has to deal with a whole new set of hot men. Arthur be feeling insecure lmao.

Sebastian will handle it fine, hopefully his journal ain’t discovered by rook.

As for the rivals or any other OCs? That will depend on y’all.

@yanderepuck

#twisted wonderland #ikemen vampire #I worry about rook the most

[natimiles]

Come a Little Closer | Chapter 1

Summary: You’ve settled into life at the mansion, forming a tight sibling-like bond with Mozart and embracing your new family. However, as you start dating Arthur, Mozart’s protective instincts go into overdrive. MC's arrival provides the perfect opportunity, and you decide to set Mozart up with her to put an end to his glares and pettiness towards Arthur.

Words: 2083

Pairs: gn!reader/Arthur; f!MC/Mozart

Tags: swearing; drinking; spoilers from Mozart’s and Arthur’s route, mixed in one big bowl of salad; lots of pet names (because I love it); MC is the one in-game, but different story for her arrival; sfw. Also: Mozart being petty; reader and Arthur being adorable and chaotic; suggestive scenes because we have Arthot as one of the main characters; Arthur simps hard over you.

Notes: since we have MC and reader, and I didn’t want to give them a name: YN = reader; MC = the in-game. Kinda obvious, but anyway.

When you arrived at the mansion, your life turned upside down. At first, everything was awkward, from being in the 19th century to meeting historical figures that were now vampires — and that were nothing like you expected, like Jean. Then, bit by bit, you warmed up to them and them to you. Even though you were closer to Mozart and considered him your older brother, you felt like the whole mansion was one big family now. Everybody was friendly to you, and even Jean and Isaac grew accustomed to your presence and actually talked to you sometimes.

What you didn’t expect though, was to grow closer to Arthur.

He was a playboy, flirting and trying to touch you every possible time. It drove Mozart crazy, he'd spend a good 2 hours grimacing in disapproval and bad-mouthing the writer. Well, Arthur tried to bite you in your first month in the mansion, so you can’t really blame your brother for being wary of the writer. But it’d been a while since you arrived at the mansion, and he didn’t try it again. He was still flirty, but he was really nice to you.

Except when his ‘perv mood’, as some residents called, talked louder and you got really annoyed. Not about the flirt itself, but because you knew it was meaningless.

But it all changed one morning when you went to his bedroom to deliver his breakfast because he said he was too busy with his manuscript. As soon as you opened the door, his face formed that smirk and he began flirting with you; he thought you’d roll your eyes, playfully threaten to call Mozart, or even ignore him, since that’s what you usually did. However, you weren’t in a good mood that day, and it was too early in the morning for him to start with his offers to bite you and make you experience pure ecstasy. You decided to try something to shut him up.

You placed the tray on his coffee table and approached him. “Say, luv,” you said in a purr, emphasizing the pet name. You placed one hand on his desk and another on the back of his chair, bringing yourself to eye level with him. “If I were to accept your offer… How would it be?”

“What?” His eyes widened. 

“Care to tell me how good you’d make me feel?” You slowly measured him up and down. “And don’t leave the details out, I wanna have something to daydream about at night, when I think about your fangs on my… body.” You bit your lip, shooting him the best sultry smile you could.

“I-I…” You could almost see his brain short circuiting. He blinked several times, opening and closing his mouth, but nothing came out. He didn’t understand what was going on. That’s not how you used to react! Seeing you up close and this bold made him nervous, for some reason he didn’t understand at the time.

“Mmmm, that’s what I thought.” You raised a brow and chuckled, standing up. “Don’t bite more than you can chew, luv,” you emphasized the pet name again and his heart skipped a beat. “Try again when you know the answer.” You winked and left the room, leaving a stunned Arthur behind.

He didn't need to know that your legs had nearly buckled when you closed his door, forcing you to lean against the wall to prevent a potential fall in the middle of the hallway. You'd had enough of his attitude, but you couldn't deny he was attractive. Surprisingly, it seemed to work as he fell silent. You just hoped it would last.

It didn’t take Arthur more than two days to name what he felt when you cornered him in his room, but it took him some time to convince himself that he should say something. He tried to avoid you whenever he could, as if you were the plague. And when he couldn't leave the room before you saw him, he'd just put on a fake smile. What was he supposed to do, anyway? He was a mess; he tried to drown his insecurities with a different skirt every other night; a failing doctor and…

“Fuck sake,” Theo cut his rambling by hitting his head so hard that the writer feared he might need to stay up all night, watching for signs of a concussion. They were drinking and playing in the parlor in the mansion when Arthur began to sulk. “I thought you were smarter than this. Or do you just like playing dumb and getting hit in the head? I can do that again to see if your brain starts functioning properly.” He lifted his hand to make a point.

“I don’t,” Arthur said with a pout, his eyes narrowed. “I just think…”

“No, you don’t. Right now, you’re not thinking. If you were, you’d see it’s clear as the fucking day how there’s some kind of tension between you two. And not just because you’re running away like an asshole, it was there even before. You just don’t want to open your fucking eyes and see.” Then he began to curse in dutch.

Stunned for the second time in the same month, Arthur just listened as his friend scolded him for being an idiot. They called it a night soon and he went to his room, sighing the whole way and trying to figure out how he’d speak to you. He was never like this; he never felt this insecure about someone before. Maybe Mozart glaring at him everytime he tried to even look your way helped his anxiety, or maybe he still couldn’t get your words out of his head. Maybe he still thought he didn’t deserve you… Well, he’d have to try.

The heavens liked to help him sometimes and he finally got the chance to approach a couple days later. You were thankfully alone hanging the washed sheets in the sun; your overprotective brother wasn’t around and he could talk to you in private. He’d have to be fast though, he couldn’t risk Mozart seeing him and ruining everything.

“Hey, YN,” he called, and you turned, startled. You hadn't noticed him approaching until he was just an arm's length away. “Do you have a moment?”

“O-oh, hey…” You tried to smile, but it looked strained. You couldn't stop thinking about the last time you talked to him. You coughed to try and hide your embarrassment. “Y-yes, um, is there something you need?”

“I’d like us to talk about our last conversation,” he said and your eyes widened, thinking he was there to do what you asked. “It’s not what you’re thinking.” He chuckled. It was amusing how he could tell from your fidgety body language what was running through your mind. Oh, his urge to tease you was fighting to be released, but he’d hold his tongue for now.

“Ok… What is it then?”

“I thought about a lot of things, and I’m not kidding it was a lot of things… And, well… You know I’m not going downtown with Theo anymore,” he said, a mixture of statement and question, praying that you’d noticed the change in his demeanor. 

“Yes,” you nodded. “Theo pointed it out to me and mentioned that you were trying to be a decent person, for some reason.”

“Of course he did.” He forced a chuckle and ran his hands through his hair. “I guess there’s no better way to say it, so… I like you.”

There was a good 10 seconds of silence and you didn’t move or blink or react in any way, except if he considered your widening even more as a reaction. Arthur was starting to get worried that he fucked everything up, somehow. 

“W-what?” Your voice trembled and you blinked several times. Arthur was not relieved that you finally said something. It wasn’t the reaction he had hoped for. “You… like me?” you asked, your voice filled with shock. He simply nodded. “Is that why you’re… Is that why Theo told me you stopped drinking with him and going after women downtown?”

“Well, I didn’t ask him to tell you anything, if that’s what you’re wondering. In fact, I told him not to say a thing,” he sighed and ran his hands through his hair again, and you followed his movements with your gaze. “But yes, I realized I like you, and you deserve someone decent and, you know, better than me; so I started trying to be a better person.”

“Avoiding me for almost three weeks?” You raised an eyebrow.

He laughed through his nose. “You won’t forget it, will you?” You shook your head, and he flashed a sheepish smile; that was a new side of him you hadn't seen before. “Sorry, I was... confused, trying to deal with some internal issues. But I’m here now, and I won’t run away or hide from you anymore. I’ll be proper, treat you with respect, and do my best to make you happy. Do you think you could find it in your heart to give me a chance and go out with me?”

“I-I…” Your throat felt dry. You gazed into his eyes for a few seconds and all you could see was honesty; for the first time, there wasn't a trace of teasing or flirting, only his genuine feelings. “Yes.” You managed to force your voice out.

And the smile that formed on his face was exceptionally beautiful. “Thank you. I promise not to make you regret it, luv.”

“You better not, luv.” You smiled back.

xxx

Mozart noticed something had happened to you, though he wasn’t sure what. All he could gather was that you seemed nervous. You spilled his drink all over the table during dinner, but his quick reflexes saved the glass. You faked a laugh at Dazai’s teasing of Isaac. And now, as he played his new composition, you weren’t paying attention; your gaze was fixed on the floor, and your mind appeared to be miles away.

He narrowed his eyes and stopped playing, turning his whole body in your direction. You didn’t realize he had stopped until he cleared his throat. Startled, you looked up with a smile on your face.

“A-ah, it’s really beautiful, Moz.”

“Is it, now?” He raised his eyebrow. “Wouldn’t it be better if you were actually listening?”

Your breath hitched and you looked guilty. Gripping your hands tightly on your lap, you suddenly found great interest in them. “Sorry.”

“What happened, YN? Did someone hurt you?” He asked, sounding worried. “Do you need me to-”

“Arthur asked me out,” you blurted and bit your lip.

“Ugh, the audacity of some… people, if we can even call him that,” he said, rolling his eyes and scoffing. “I swear that scoundrel knows no boundaries-”

“I said yes.”

Silence. 

“Was?” 

“I said yes.”

“I understood what you said,” he said, clearly astonished. “I’m just bewildered to learn that my sibling could be this foolish. Did you hit your head? Did he threaten you in some way?” He looked serious and genuinely concerned, as if he believed such a situation might have occurred.

“No, and no. He said he likes me and asked if I could give him a chance.”

“You do remember he tried to bite you before, right? On your first night here, just to scare you; and then outside the music room, thinking I romantically liked you and attempting to make me jealous. Do you recall all of that?”

“Yes,” you mumbled. “But I think he deserves a chance, Moz. And I kinda did something to him too, so I guess we’re even now.”

The colors drained off of his face. “What did you do, YN?”

“Don’t look at me like that; it’s nothing to be worried about.” You told him what happened that morning weeks ago, and he grimaced.

“You’re gonna be just another one and end up hurt.”

“I won’t. He seemed really sincere.”

“He might be lying to take advantage of you because of what you did.”

“I know he isn’t.”

“You’re really gullible sometimes.” He sighed.

“Mmm, maybe I am,” you said and shrugged. “But I’ll never know what could’ve been without trying, right?” He tried to say something, but you cut him short. “I know you’re my older brother, like really older," you laughed and he snorted. “And I love you, but I really want this. I’ve made my decision.”

“Worst decision ever made in your life.”

This idea came up while chatting with 🥀 anon. We were talking about Mozart and a sibling-reader dynamic, and we thought it would be funny if the reader started dating Arthur and they tried to set Mozart up with someone so he stops being overprotective and petty. And then I did a fucking fanfic about it. Bear with me.

If you think you’ve ever seen the scene with Arthur anywhere, you’re right! In Friends, Rachel does that to Joey and he just freaks out “I don’t wanna, I’m too scared”, HASIEHASUIEHAS.

Crossposted on AO3.

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#ikevamp #ikevamp fanfics #ikevamp mozart #ikevamp arthur #ikemen vampire #ikemen vampire x reader #ikevamp x reader #ikemen vampire x mc #ikevamp x mc #ikevamp arthur x reader #ikevamp mozart x mc #ikevamp writings

[alby-rei]

A Quarter Rest (Mozart x Reader)

a/n: Music historians look to Mozart for inspiring confidence in his work, no matter what musical genre he tackled. So it may come as a suprise to you to find out that he is more prone to burnout than the history books would have you believe. A story in which MC tries to convince Mozart that even prodigies need a break sometimes. 

[Characters]: You, Mozart

[Word count]: ~1000 words

[Tags]: pre-relationship, comfort, creative burnout, humor, suitor habits

~*~

It was a peaceful day at the mansion. Everyone was out and about on their errands or at work. All except for one. You walked to Mozart’s room to deliver his Rouge, following the sound of his playing, though it wasn’t going smoothly. The same melody repeated over and over again, faster, and more frustrated each time. A few experimental riffs here and there, followed by low muttering and paper crumbling. You slowly slid the door open.

You frowned at the sight of him sitting hunched over the piano keys, hands tangled in his hair, and a scattered pile of crumbled papers beneath his bench. His face was riddled with clear signs of distress. Several days of unrest were evident in his sunken eyes and forming dark circles—not a pretty portrait for the resident musical prodigy.

“Looks like somebody needs his Rouge break,” you said. 

Mozart took a deep breath, sitting upright as he rubbed his face with his hands to release the tension across his features. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked. 

“Too many noises and too many nuisances in this mansion that I can’t focus on my composition.”

“Nobody’s home today though. Are you sure it’s them that’s bothering you?”

He looked down dejectedly at his hands. “Maybe this is it. I’ve peaked.” He clenched his fists. 

“Sounds to me like you’re burnt out, my dude,” you replied. “You haven’t slept properly for days, and no amount of caffeine or Rouge can ever replace proper rest.”

“The concert is a week from now,” he sighed. “And I still haven’t prepared an opening score.”

He groaned in agony over his dilemma, hiding his face in his hands once more. Even prodigies have their off days, but this was the first time you’d seen it in-person—and from Mozart of all people. 

“Sometimes we lose sight of our goal when our own doubts obscure our vision.”

‘A distraction is in order,’ you thought. ‘If only I knew more about him. Does this guy even have any hobbies?’

You placed the tray on a nearby desk, sweeping the crumbled papers away from Mozart’s bench and around his piano. Then, you scooted next to him on his tiny piano bench, pushing against him to make room for yourself. In return, he sent you a sideways questioning glance.

“You know this bench isn’t made to fit two people, right?”

“I know.” You smiled.

“I’m practically falling off the edge here.”

“I know.” You smiled wider. “Anyways, why don’t we take a break and go on a walk or something?”

“Couldn’t you have said that while you were standing? Besides, I can’t. I have to get this done now or else it’ll never be finished. And that would bother me for the rest of the day.” He pushed back against you with a huff, prompting you to stand again with crossed arms.

“Weren’t you the one who composed an overture from scratch the day before the opening performance?” You nudged him back.

“Don’t remind me,” he winced at the memory. But, beneath the hand that rubbed his temple was a fond smile.

“Started at midnight, actually,” he admitted. “And the only things that kept me going were coffee and…” His smile wavered.

“And?”

“…and Constanze, reciting all sorts of tales to keep me awake."  

“Your former wife, is that right?” You tilted your head curiously.

“The one and only.” He turned to properly face you for the first time since you entered the room. “She was a lot like you in that regard. Always there when I needed support.”

Your eyes widened from a sudden bashfulness that overcame you. His smile returned to his handsome face.

“Well, she clearly saw that you were up to the challenge!” You nudged him.

You also handed him the Rouge he had requested, which would keep him occupied, if only for a second, while you composed yourself and thought of ways to redirect the conversation. 

“So, what drives you to work hard every day, composing new music, day in and day out?” you asked.

“It’s my life’s work. It’s the only thing I’ve ever known since I was a child,” he said as he returned the empty decanter to you.

“Hmm, let me rephrase, then.” You returned the decanter to its tray. “If the composer’s life hadn’t chosen you, what would you have done instead?”

He shrugged, “Nothing else would’ve suited me the way that composing does.”

You hummed as you looked around. He sure kept his music room bare of any decorations or memorabilia, same goes for his room.  

“You know, you’re pretty good at keeping this place clean, huh?”

“MC, are you trying to suggest I become a maid, instead?”

“Well, funny you say that because,” you offered your hand, “I’ve got a lounge in need of cleaning, want to help out?”

He stared at your hand. “Is this your way of avoiding your own work?”

“…Maybe.” You couldn’t deny that having him aboard would save you half of the effort, or so you thought. “Think of it this way: You get some time away from composing, as you’re clearly burnt out at the moment, and I get some quality time with you. How does that sound?”

“Sounds like a lose-lose situation to me.”

“Oh, come on! I’ve even got chocolates prepared in the kitchen. You’ll get first pick.”

Mozart stared back at the black and white keys of the piano, as if searching for an answer in their reflection. With a resolute huff, he stood up.

“Fine, let’s go.” He grinned confidently. “Should be easy enough.”

You spent the rest of the day cleaning the lounge—though you weren’t expecting it to take the entire day—including every book in every shelf, all the glassware, and every inch of the floor until you were slipping and sliding on your way out. 

Today, Mozart wasn’t the aloof musical prodigy that denied shaking your hand on day one. Today, he was a cleaning fairy, and a meticulous one at that.

~*~

A token from history: (1787) The night before the premiere of Don Giovanni, Mozart stayed up around 3 hours composing the overture of the opera (aka: the opening score) after one of his drinking friends pointed out that it was missing. Constanze, his wife, told him stories of Aladdin’s lamp, Cinderella and so on, to keep him awake.

#ikevamp mozart #ikemen vampire mozart #mozart x reader #mozart x mc #mozart x you #ikevamp fanfic #ikemen vampire #alby one-shots #cleaning fairy mozart

[writer-akihiko]

Hello! New follower here, love your work!

Can I request an MC that just came out of a bad relationship before coming to the IkeVamp mansion? For Arthur, Theo and Mozart if possible. If you don't feel comfortable with the topic feel free to not do it!

Thx ♥️

He's Not Worth It: Arthur, Theo + Mozart

An ask that I had a lot of fun doing! Also, welcome new follower. I tried to give the MC in these scenarios different kinds of bad relationships [if that makes sense] so there are a few warnings, but the boys are loving. Cut for length.

Warnings: mentions of neglectful relationships, mentions of cheating, mentions of lying + promise breaking, mentions of emotional manipulation

Arthur Conan Doyle

For as much as he flirted with you, he thought you were going to push him away. To his surprise, you weren't welcoming but you were… surprised

He never stopped his flirtatious behaviour, but it intrigued him that you almost… appreciated his many pick up lines, and his closeness to you

You two were comfortable around each other. It was as if you knew each other for centuries with how you both worked around each other

A relationship was quick to bloom, and shortly after Arthur confessed about his own past to you. And in reply, you did the same…

You captured Arthur's much larger hands in yours, kissing the tips of his fingers as he finishes his tale about his past. You understood him in a way, which simply furthered his curiosity about you. Arthur was quick to wrap his hands around yours, before kissing the top of your hand. "I can tell you want to tell your story as well, my love."

You nodded, your shoulders shrinking as you tried to gather your courage. Arthur's presence and soft encouragements were enough to get you out of your meek shell. You lifted your head, looking straight at Arthur. "The truth is… the moment I came to mansion was just the day after I separated from my previous lover."

Now this… this was something he couldn't predict. He let you continue, far too surprised to have any input of his own. You took a deep breath once more. "It wasn't a good relationship. He… He was neglectful of me, and thought lowly of me. I've never received a compliment once from him, since he'd always say I was undeserving of any. So when you walked into my life, I…"

Arthur's arm wrapped around your waist, pushing you onto his lap. Your frame locked in perfectly with his, as his other hand crept to your cheek. You leaned into his warm hand, as he pressed a soft, yet loving kiss on your lips this time, cradling your head into the kiss. He was the first one to pull away, his eyes half-lidded with the drunk taste of you.

"Oh my love… How could such a monster touch you? It disgusts me, but that man should be grateful that he's in another timeline," He muttered. His hands adjusted your position, as if you were straddling him. "YN, I'll make you forget him. I swear on it, by drowning you in so much affection that you'd never find yourself lacking in love ever again…"

Theodorus Van Gogh

Theo was not someone who approached you first. Well, perhaps it was a lie since he was lured by the scent of the pancakes to the kitchen…

Initially, he and you got along, with the occasional teasing. The conversations moved onto him talking about his business, particularly with him dealing with artist

Despite your admittance for never understanding it, he couldn't get why you were so eager to hear his stories. He'd turn red when you tell him to go on

A relationship was bound to bloom, yet Theo wanted to know the reason behind your constant compliment to him

Although your relationship just began, Theo didn't rush into such things as physical affection. He respected your boundaries, since Theo didn't want to overwhelm you. It made him jump at every chance to hang out with you, in this day, particularly with making pancakes with you. "What is it that you want to tell me about?"

You knew it was coming. Before accepting Theo's confession, you had told him that there were your boundaries, considering what happened to you. You snapped out of your thoughts, feeling Theo's palm on the small of your back. He was gentle with you, for as curt as he was. "Listen well Theo," You said. "Before you… there was another man in my life. And… he didn't treat me well, per say."

Theo's hand balled into a fist, but your hand brushed over his bicep, as if to calm him down. "I'm okay Theo," You told him. His muscles relaxed, but he tugged you to his side, as if to protect you from those memories. You continued with your story. "He… was a very manipulative man. Even though he's cheated multiple times, I somehow find myself accepting him. One day I couldn't take it anymore, so I left him."

Theo pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, muttering, "You did good, Hondje. If I ever meet him I'll give him a few punches for you…"

His aggression was almost adorable. You returned another kiss to him, right under his jaw. "Theodorus Van Gogh… the trust and love you've shown me… it's beyond my words on how it's healed me."

His arms gathered underneath your thighs, abruptly lifting you to meet his gaze. The stares did not last, as Theo peppered butterfly kisses on your neck and collarbone, with mutters of praise and 'Gosh I love you's in between. It was then, for the first time, you replied with a soft "I love you too, Theo."

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Mozart is not someone who was initially friendly towards you, but you openly respected that he was honest with you. It was odd to him, that you took such insults with a smile…

The usual talks in between your cleaning never furthered into anything much, that was until Mozart made a promise to take you out to town in exchange for your assistance for cleaning his piano so well

He found it strange that you were so expectant of it, but at the same time you were hesitant with it. He misunderstood it as you being embarrassed since it could be taken as an invitation to a date

In the end, he was a stiff mess, incapable of holding your hand as his mind kept scolding himself for being upfront with you. It was then, with a tug of his sleeve, you got his attention at the isolated hill, overlooking the town below…

"Thank you for keeping your promise, Mozart," You said, your hand feathering his own, as if about to grasp his hand. His hand was the first to encircle your wrist like you were about to disappear from the crowd, but not a single soul was seen. You smiled, meeting eyes with him. Your free hand brushed the tendrils of his hair out of his eyes, revealing those lavender hues that you love so much.

He huffed, embarrassed that he didn't groom himself properly. He was in a rush, trying to make it on time. To your thanks, he reciprocated with fully gripping your hand, his slender fingers grasping onto your coarse hands. The silence was broken by Schelm, who had found a field mouse for himself to play with.

The conversations were mild, but around you Mozart was more… open than he'd usually be. He was unsure what prompted him to ask about your nuance behaviour, but the reply was worth his annoyance and anger.

"My past lover was someone who never kept promises," You shuffled in your place, looking at the ground. "I didn't… have any hope for anyone's promises afterwards. When you upheld your promise, I was overwhelmed."

"Such a waste of human," Mozart muttered, his grip on your hand tightening, as if to console you. Sure, he's had experience with those kinds of people, but to push someone like you to a point… It was unacceptable. It was a moment out of love for you that he was angry, but it was much more important to tend to you than his own rage.

He pulled your hand to his lips, feathering a kiss on your hand. His eyes bore into your own, as he whispered. "I'll make a promise to you then, YN. A promise to love you, if you'll allow me," He said, another arm lingering just above your waist, your bodies getting closer and closer. Another quick kiss was to your cheek, as he leaned to your ear. "And the day I break that promise will be the day that my own heart breaks for you."

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MC: [Says something dumb]

Mozart: Remind me again why I'm so in love with you?

MC: [Smiles]

Mozart: Ah, of course.

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Happy Birthday Mozart!

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Mozart Accidently Hurting His S/o

Anonymous asked:

Can I request something for Mozart, his s/o was tugging on him so he could go out with her and he got angry so he pushed her and then she tripped and fell if the stairs and fainted

Of course! I hope you enjoy!

“Wolf, I’m serious!” She called. “I know that you much prefer staying inside, but it’s really not good for you, we don’t have to go to town, and we don’t have to take a carriage, but won’t you at least spend some time with me in the garden?” MC tugged on his arm, “Really, I would appreciate it a lot, it feels like I haven’t seen you in ages.” She said as she hurried up the staircase after him. Mozart thrusted his arm backwards, not thinking of the fact that he was just past the stairs, and cried, “I’ve told you already, I’m busy! Go bother someone else!” His frustration quickly morphed to fear as he heard her shriek. Turning quickly, he reached for her, but to no avail. Running down after her, cringing at the thud of her body hitting the floor. Reaching her form, and kneeling by her side, he cradled her body in his arms, attempting to shake her awake. Seeing her eyes’ refusal to open, he began to shout for someone to come and help. Comte, Sebastian, Jean, and Arthur were the first ones to show up. They all gathered around Mozart and his lover. The father of the mansion had suggested taking her to bed, and having Arthur check on her. Though Mozart hated the idea of Arthur “checking on her,” especially in bed, he was far to scared for her safety to refuse. 

It took Arthur no time to conclude that she would be fine, and most likely would only have a slight headache when she awoke, and with her safety being assured, everyone began to slowly file out of the room, leaving Mozart to sit by her bedside. A guilty look adorned his face as she slept, and as she woke. A small groan from the depths of her chest, accompanied by the slight fluttering of her eyelids encouraged Mozart to stand, and to hover slightly over her form, slight tears that he hadn’t had the care to wipe away beginning to slide down his cheeks. Another soft groan left her lips as her eyes finally blinked open. It took no time for Mozart to begin blurting out apology after apology, to the point that she could barely comprehend him. She reached up to cup his cheek, and smiled softly at him, silencing his words.  “How long have we been here?” She questioned. “A few hours.” Her smile only widened. “Why are you smiling?” He asked, “I hurt you.” “Wolf, I only wanted to spend time with you, the only thing about this whole situation I regret is that I don’t remember the time we spent together today.” His heart ached at her words, and quietly, he spoke up, “You wanted to spend some time outside, right? Why don’t we have a picnic?”  “I thought you were busy.” She teased. “Not anymore.” A soft smile graced his features as he grasped her hand.

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