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dazaiswindow · 3 years

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inconscient

characters: jean, mozart

word count: 710+

genre: slight angst | no tw

This is my entry for jean route countdown party hosted by @delicateikemenmemes using the prompt from day 2; jean & napoleon/mozart

Mozart's fingers stopped abruptly above the piano keys, he turned his head towards the opened window on the music room where a figure stood looking outside towards the garden, "Come again?" He questioned, in his line of sight was Jean who had visited him in the music room while he was composing yet another new piece, Mozart thought it quite unusual of Jean, but now he was made sure that there is indeed something very unusual about him

"The mademoiselle," Jean started, "Don't you think she is rather ...blithe?" Eye still fixed on the garden below, unmoving, and Mozart studied his face in profile inquisitively, he had known Jean for long enough to know that only a handful of things could catch his interest, and so knowing Jean, it's most likely Cherie, a new practice weapon, or his sparring sessions with Napoleon, but never something such as some particular guileless lamb that has so foolishly wandered into a lion's den

"And why ever you thought so?" He's still mildly wondering but for now, he decided to humour Jean, he was his friend after all, he contemplated. "She's so unguarded, so heedless even when she's surrounded by monstrosity," Mozart just stayed quiet, he couldn't really find anything to say in response to that, and after a short silence passed between them, Jean continued, but this time his voice dropped a little lower, "It troubles me when I think about that."

There was a slight crease between his brows when he said those words, Mozart noticed, and once again he thought that Jean was acting so unusual, pondering over his next words, he tried to keep his voice even, "So you're saying that you're worried about her?"

Jean finally turned his head away from the window to look at him at those words, his expression was unreadable, "I don't see why you'd think that way," He fell silent after that and the room is once again filled with quietude. The crease between Jean's brows seemed to deepened, Mozart could notice that even from this distance. And after what looked like he had been pondering over it, Jean finally speaks again, turning away from him, "I was simply feeling pity for her." He stated slowly, it's almost like he was talking to himself, like he was trying to convince himself that it was indeed what he felt

Mozart studied him again, the stoic former soldier almost seemed... vulnerable, it was like he had said something that struck his nerve and caused a turmoil within him, "It's okay to feel worried about her, you know," Mozart started steadily, eyes still trained on his friend, waiting for him to say something in disprove, when Jean didn't say anything, he continued, "Those feelings are... humane." Jean shifts slightly at that, he finally looked up to meet his eyes, those dark amethyst eye that hides a lot of emotions deep under the calm surface. He opens his mouth to speak, his voice came out faint and a little strained, "But we are not human." He uttered, and then he began to stride across the room towards the door, Mozart just watched him walk away in silence, but then he suddenly stopped just before the door, looking back at the composer

"But I suppose I shall see to it that she won't face any trouble while she stays here." With those final words, he closed the door behind him, his footsteps echoed in the hallway outside until Mozart couldn't hear it anymore, and he let out a little sigh. His former soldier of a friend could really be so dense and stubborn at times

Mozart got up from the piano bench, slowly making his way across the room towards the window which Jean left opened, he peered outside into the garden and found what he had expected to see out there. The guileless little lamb who has so foolishly wandered into a lion's den. He repeated those words back in his mind as he watched her hanging the laundries, unknowing of what she would or maybe even has caused to his friend, he might not realize that yet but Mozart knew better than him. A faint, wry smile slowly formed on his lips

"I doubt it's just pity you're feeling for her."

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tacogawa · 3 years

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HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!

Genderqueer rights babey!!! Jean route today BABEY!!!!!!

#if cybird can make historical women into men then i can at least make them genderqueer. as a treat. also die transphobes 💖😌#the nice thing about top surgery us that this can be applied to nonbinary bigender agender genderfluid etc!#so jean can be whatever gender identity you want and i think thats great 😌#ikevamp jean #jean route countdown party #ikevamp #myart #the colored version is ugly do yall get this #im gonna get anon hate arent i. i can almost feel it #sighs #also the bottom right looks like belphie im realizing....i cannot do jean justice it's true #anyways transphobes dni or die by my blade

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writer-akihiko · 3 years

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A Knight’s Curse - Yandere!Jean X Reader

This is my second contribution to @delicateikemenmemes for her route countdown party! Also tagging @nafeary because... This was kinda a yandere thing that I translated and have been hinting at for a few months now.

To IkeVamp readers, are you guys interested in more yandere content? Because in my JP blog half of it is yandere and half is everything else so I was wondering if I should translate some of it...

Also, disclaimer for Jean. This is my personal characterisation of Jean from IkeVamp as a Yandere. Actual Jean would not do this; this is my take on how Jean acts as a Yandere.

TW: Yandere, Drugging, Obsessive Behaviour

What's this feeling? The chirping birds, the jovial atmosphere, the church bells ringing…

And you, his princess, in a wedding dress.

Then why does it hurt so much?

Maybe it hurts so as you weren't walking down the aisle for him.

He remembered that day when he saw you and Mozart, walking hand in hand. He didn't find it odd, you two were the dearest people to him.

He didn't see that you two were the dearest lovers to each other.

"Jean, Mozart proposed to me!" You said, jumping a little with joy as you held Mozart's arm in yours.

Mozart gave him a formal bow, smiling to him.

Why does his friend smile in betrayal?

"Jean, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have the courage to propose to meine Liebe," He said, smiling down at you. You gazed back at your future husband, simply delighted to share the news with everyone.

That day… Mozart questioned him about love, and about companionship. He of course gave his honest opinion as his friend. Jean unknowingly talked about you, and his strong feelings for you but not once had he mentioned you by name.

It would be a waste to get other men to notice how lovable you were.

He loathed it.

He loathed every second of it.

Every second that passes of Mozart and you preparing for the wedding felt like poison to his ears.

It'd be a serious understatement to say he was envious.

Jean knew as the days to the day of your matrimony drew closer, the chances for your wedding escape to occur would get slimmer and slimmer.

There was something about the whole thing where he felt guilt. He felt guilty for not coming to you sooner, but the one thing that he was glad that played into his hand was Mozart being the one in your favour. If it were anyone else…

Things might've ended up bloodier than it needed to be.

By the eve before the wedding day, Jean had accompanied you to collect your wedding dress from the tailor's, courtesy of Comte of course. He quite enjoyed how excited you were, and he thought about what a shame it was to steal you away before your wedding. He almost felt guilty.

Almost.

He wasn't about to waste his efforts or affections after all.

As the night came, making sure all the residents including you were knocked out drunk by whatever means possible, he went up to your room. He almost felt sinful to disturb such a heavenly sleeping princess…

It didn't matter. What those in the world would do are much more hateful, much more twisted, cruel crimes.

It was almost as if you didn't belong here.

~○~

You woke up to the rustling sounds of sheets and metal. You were a little confused, since you were supposed to wake up to your wedding preparations…

"Princess? You're awake?"

You let out a sigh of relief, shrugging off the intimate nickname. "Jean, thank goodness you're here Jean… Where are we? Were we kidnapped from the mansion?"

Jean gave you quite a frightening scowl, patting your head, "My dear princess YN… This is where you're the safest. I can't let you go back."

Muffled yells caught your attention, as your gaze shifted pass Jean to see your husband gagged and tied up with rope. Mozart loosened the gag with enough shuffling, finally letting his hoarse voice yell out, "YN! It was Jean! He took you here and-"

Jean held Mozart by the scruff, pushing him down and looking quite annoyed at him. "And I made her safe! Better than any one of you could!"

"Jean… What's the meaning of this? Let him go!"

He reluctantly told you, his gaze not meeting yours in shame. "YN, I can't…" He said. "If I let Mozart go, I don't think I can control myself from killing him…"

His eyes filled with despair wanted to ask you once more why, but he thought it would be meaningless to do so. "I love you my princess… and you picked him instead," He said, his voice resonating with his melancholy. "I couldn't stand it. I couldn't… You were the only one who understood me and then I wouldn't see you again…"

His grip got tighter around Mozart's neck, the pianist's breaths sounding more ragged and choked.

"This world doesn't deserve you YN," He explained, having one of his hands at his hilt. "I was brought back to be your knight… your saviour…"

"Not him."

He thrusted out his rapier and grazed the cheek of your husband, the blood quickly slipping out.

Jean lifted his sword once again, pointing at you then to Mozart.

"You have a few options dear… I'll kill Mozart if you refuse to stay with me, but I'll let him go peacefully if you decide to not be difficult…" He said. "And if you don't like either… I'll kill you both and then myself."

Mozart struggled against Jean at the mention of Jean killing you.

"YN, don't you dare pick the third one," He said. "I'm not letting you die mein Leibe-"

"Silence yourself or I'll have to silence you myself, my friend," Jean snapped.

The Jean in front of you was a different man. He… You didn't know how to describe him but it just wasn't him.

"Let him go and I'll stay."

Silence was the answer that it was the right choice.

~○~

Jean was always spoiling you, bringing you whatever you asked for except the notion of freedom. The final straw struck in, and you snapped.

"Answer me one thing Jean. Why this?" You said, rattling around the chains that he placed on you. "Why Jean, why?! I never wanted this- I thought you would never…"

"Because I WANT TO LOVE YOU!"

He dropped to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably.

"I just want to love you…"

"I… You are everything to me YN."

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kaeyas-beloved · 3 years

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Warm, Spring, Kitten Cuddles

Characters -- Jean, Cherie

Summary -- As the title says, warm cuddles with Cherie in Spring <3 OR Jean being at peace, reminiscing about the time that he first got Cherie while cuddling her <3

Warning(s) -- None! (Only Fluff!)

Note -- This is my work for day 1 of Jean’s Route Countdown Party [Jean & Cherie] hosted by @delicateikemenmemes :)

{Also, sorry for posting this a day-ish/two days after the designated prompt day, I was only able to finish it today...}

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A gentle, cool smelling breeze flowed through the slight opening of the bedroom window.

‘Cherie…’ The tiger cub’s name echoed in the depths of Jean’s mind, the white and black feline pressed flushed to his side as he lay on his back in bed. One of his hands rested on his stomach, languid and unmoving, save for every time he took a calming breath of spring air; in and out. His other palm found itself nestled by Cherie’s head, lithe fingers rhythmically scratching behind her ear.

For once, Le Comte’s mansion was quiet, so, for once, Jean can think in peace while in the comforts of his own room, his single, uncovered eye fixated on staring out of the skylight.

To be honest, it was a real miracle that the two were able to grow this close - Jean and Cherie that is. The Frenchman can never forget those first few turbulent weeks following the day he received her: especially how she was. It was unthinkable that she would ever get as close to him as she is now.

Vivid recounts of the times that her striped tail would flick back and forth in warning, how her fur would stand on end, accompanied by the sound of a feral hiss or growl every time Jean or any other person or animal came just a little too close. Her ears would twitch at every little noise that echoed in the room and halls as she stayed curled in the darkest corner of his room, remaining as small as she possibly could.

The lesser vampire shouldn’t have expected anything more (which, in fact, he didn’t). When he first arrived at his new home he didn’t exactly warm up instantly either. Perhaps, though, that was a sign that they were meant to be together, both found their new home unbearable to be in. They stayed at a distance.

Though, unlike when Jean first arrived and all the residents approached him at the beginning, he's making it so Cherie may come around when she’s ready, when it’s on her terms.

It was slow, he’ll admit, but he was patient. Jean didn’t mind waiting however long it took for the little kitten to warm up - nothing happened in a day after all. Even when Mozart would scoff and say that it’s no use, that if the feline hadn’t become friendly after two weeks then she never would. Or when Napoleon would cast him sympathetic looks when he told him how she still wouldn’t allow him to pet her.

He waited. He still gave her food and water, laid it out in front of her to take it when she so desired, as well as opened his door for her to roam to the great outside when she had to. Animals are like people in many ways, that’s how Jean grasped the concept. That’s how he saw the other pets that belonged to his ‘roommates’, so to speak. Sometimes, they wished to be left alone, sometimes they craved affection.

Cherie, logically, would be the same. She had feelings too, and right now, she felt the need to be alone and on guard. Jean would wait as long as it took, even if, in the end, the tiger would never come around. No matter how many times that unnamed, yet dull thud of pain spread through his chest every time she would back away from his outstretched hand.

But, in the end, he’s eternally thankful that he waited. Had he pushed himself onto her, perhaps it would have doubled or tripled the time it took to take that first step forward. The day that Cherie willingly walked up to the mysterious, dark figure that sat on the edge of the bed, slouched and head in his hands with a frown on his face, that moment will forever be burned into his memory. The feel of her rubbing up against his leg for the first time, an almost concerned ‘mew’ rumbling from her being. It sparked a new, unfamiliar feeling in his chest. Warm and fuzzy.

It was the stepping stone to the start of the relationship they have now, to the trust they’ve built between each other to get it to where it is now. Where the small tiger will cuddle right up against his side instead of just his foot or leg, to where she’ll allow him to pick her up, to where she’ll wait at his door for him to get back from town; something akin to a smile on her furry little face, and, most importantly, to where Cherie will let Jean scratch and rub the most vulnerable parts of her (stomach and behind the ear).

“Thank you, Cherie…” Jean found himself whispering, a small, content and free smile forming on his face as he continued to lazily pet the cub, unconsciously basking in the feeling of being unburdened by anything. And this feel stayed with him until dinner rolled around, many, many hours later. He didn’t mind it though, his cute little companion will be here, waiting for him to get back to his room so she can cuddle right back up with him for the night.

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iplaymatchmaker · 3 years

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"When the day comes that I devolve into the true monster I am... May i ask you to kill me?"

Heavy rain pounded on the window as Jean lay on the floor of his room, his body present but his mind far away. Images of the past replayed in his mind. Blood... So much blood... He pressed his hands to his ears, trying desperately to drown out the noise. Swords clashing, bodies landing limp on the dirt, crying, so much crying. He squeezed his eyes shut.

"Please... No more..."

"Jean, are you in here?" He could faintly hear someone knocking on his door.

"Jean?" He recognised the voice. It was the mademoiselle who had arrived at the mansion a few nights ago.

The voices stopped. The images faded, retreating back to the dark corners of his mind. He blinked, slowly coming back to himself. When he looked around his room, he realized the knocking had seized. He heard footsteps as she walked away, leaving him alone, his body too weak to move.

The rain pounded on, as a man who had hurt so much fought with the reality of the present. That chapter in his life had closed but the scars shone brighter than before, leaving him unable to move on, forever stuck in a never ending cycle of painful memories.

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#if this makes no sense #I'm sorry #i literally wrote this in 30 minutes because I couldn't just do nothing in celebration of my fave man being released 🥰#but i barely had time to do anything more #jean route countdown party #ikevamp jean #tw: panic attack #also i made the aesthetic on my phone so prob not my best work oops

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