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alby-rei · 2 years
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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
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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.
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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.
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whatever-fanfics · 4 months
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POV: you need help with your 21st century homework in a mansion full of vampires
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Imagine MC needing sitting on the table, head in their hands, about to cry because NOTHING MAKES SENSE. And in come multiple people who look over MC's shoulder to what's making them so upset, they recognize some of it but not all of it. After pondering with each other they try asking some of the others. 10 minutes later 12 vampires surround the human trying to make sense of numerous subjects. Shakespeare was visiting.
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Arthur & Theo *coming in from a night of drinking*: MC? Hondje? what's wrong
MC *on the verge of tears*: Nothing makes sense🥺😭
Arthur and Theo *walk over and see numerous papers from different subjects*: What is this?
MC: homework from the 21st century 🥺
Arthur *sits down and recognizes some of the works*: Interesting...
Theo *looks over and sees art history papers and papers about painting techniques*: ?!?
Isaac *enters and sees them*: ???
Isaac *walks over and sees calculus and math*: ?!?
Isaac *sits down and recognizes some equations*: I recognize some but not all of them, hold on
Isaac *leaves and comes back with Leonardo*: I brought help
Leonardo *looks over and recognizes problems*: You study this cara?
MC: not by choice 🥲
Napoleon *sleepily wanders over*: ???
Napoleon *sees typed words in French*: Nunuche how did you get your writing so neat?
MC: that's typed, it's my homework
Napoleon *confused, recognizes some but not all*: it's French homework?
MC: Yea... 🥲
Napoleon: hold on
Napoleon *leaves and comes back with le comte*: here
Le Comte *happy to be included*: 😁 homework?
MC: unfortunately 😓
Le comte *sits down*: I see the language has evolved again, this makes things a bit tricky, no matter *starts a whole lecture*
MC *look at the camera like their in The Office*: ...
*Mozart and Jean enter*
Mozart: why are you all so noisy
Mozart *comes over and notices music sheets*: what is this?
MC: homework
Mozart and Jean: Home..work???
Sebastian *appearing out of the void*: school work that you take home and return the next day completed
Literally everyone: where did you come from?
Jean *comes over and sees typed paper*: what is..this?
MC: typed up homework
Jean:...Witchcraft *takes out his sword*
MC: PLEASE NO, I DON'T HAVE ANYMORE COPIES 😭😭😭
*Dazai enters*
Dazai *sees everyone by MC and walks over*:
Dazai *sees his book*: what's this? Everyone: Homework
*Shakespeare enters*
Shakespeare: Good morrow, all 😊
Shakespeare *walks over and sees multiple works of his*: ???
Shakespeare: Good MC, I had no notion of your interest in me ☺️
MC and Theo: It's homework
Theo *puts down art history papers*: be right back
*Theo leaves and comes back with Vincent*
Vincent: MC I didn't know you were so interested in art ☺️😊
MC *didn't want to tell him it was for homework*: yeah...
*Sebastian taking notes furiously in his journal*
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natimiles · 6 months
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What is that? (a tattooed reader)
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Summary: You tied your hair in a high ponytail that morning, and it was enough for the tip of your tattoo to be visible. You've had it for so long that you're used to it, and sometimes you forget it's there — plus, you forgot that they've never seen it before.
Words: 1716
Tags: reader have tattoos; platonic relationships; more like friendships; no pronouns for reader, but you wear a dress and have sort of long hair.
Can you tell I have favorites? Only Isaac, Mozart, Jean, Arhur, Vincent, Theo, Napoleon and Sebastian show up. Le Comte is vaguely mentioned.
If you're curious to see the tattoos, I linked their images in their respective descriptions throughout the fanfic.
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“What is that, mademoiselle?” 
You're helping Sebastian with breakfast, moving around the dining room, but you’ve been feeling a strong stare for a while. You're already accustomed to everyone, so you don't mind. You knew that if it was Isaac trying to muster the courage to ask you something, he would eventually do it. But it’s Jean’s voice, and it catches your attention because he usually eats in silence; and he sounds unsure and curious.
You set Arthur’s coffee in front of him while you glance at the table and everything you and Sebastian made. Perhaps there's something he doesn't know, like when you baked him macarons, but today's menu is the same as usual.
“What is what?”
“That thing,” he points in your direction. 
Isaac, Mozart, Vincent, and Theo are already having breakfast too, but they pause to glance at you, curious about what Jean is talking about. You feel a bit self-conscious and briefly inspect your clothes. Did you spill something? Fortunately, no. 
“I don’t follow, Jean.”
“That thing you have here,” he points at his own back. “I’ve seen it since I sat here to eat, but I can’t understand.”
You raise an eyebrow at him and look over your shoulder, Arthur takes advantage that you’re still by his side to lean backwards on his chair and measure you up and down — and definitely stare at your ass.
“Stop it, perv,” you playfully spat the writer’s arm, earning a chuckle from him. 
“Ah, I think Master Jean is talking about your tattoo,” Sebastian tries to help, pointing at his own nape.
Realization finally hits you. Since arriving at the mansion, you've been exclusively wearing long clothes that cover almost your entire body. However, summer started a few weeks ago, and you've been feeling the full force of the heat. It's scorching every day, and at times, you wake up covered in sweat. You've been yearning for an air conditioner or even just a simple fan. So you bought lighter clothes recently — aka Comte bought you a whole summer wardrobe as a gift. What you're wearing today is just an off-the-shoulder dress, so the front and back necklines are a bit lower than usual, but not by much. However, you tied your hair in a high ponytail that morning, and it was enough for the tip of your tattoo to be visible. You've had it for so long that you're used to it, and sometimes you forget it's there — plus, you forgot that they've never seen it before.
“What is that?” Jean is even more curious now, evident from the way he furrows his brow.
“It's a drawing on my body, made with a special kind of paint that never fades. It's a form of art.”
“Really?” You've piqued Theo's interest in art. “And what is it?”
“Music,” and now you’ve piqued Mozart’s interest in music. He doesn’t really show it, but you know him well enough to see when he’s curious. “Well, kinda. It goes a little down my spine, but it’s safe to show. Sebastian, can you help me, please?”
The butler nods and approaches you. You turn your back and move your ponytail to the side for a better view, while Sebastian lowers your neckline slightly so the others can satisfy their curiosity and see it.
It starts just at the end of your nape and goes 5 inches down. It’s an all-black DNA drawing with musical notes on the middle lines, a representation of a metronome pendulum on top, and a treble clef at the bottom. The middle actually has the same number of lines as a music sheet, and the notes can be read as the first five notes of your favorite song.
There’s only silence for a few moments, and as you turn around, you see that they're still staring at you. You think Theo hadn't even blinked until now because he suddenly blinks a lot, and his eyes meet yours.
“It’s pretty!” Vicent smiles like the angel he is. “Is it a real song?”
“It is,” Mozart hums the notes, his eyes conveying that he knows it’s your favorite song.
You've told him once, when you went to the music room to give him an afternoon snack. You were already friends (kind of), so when you saw he wasn't there at the moment, you knew he wouldn't mind if you sat down and softly played it; so you did. The next thing you knew, he was barging into the music room to scold whoever had the audacity to touch his piano, but he stopped when he saw you. He may have asked you to write down the notes so he could play it with you.
“Oh, yeah, you played it for us in the last banquet,” Isaac remembers.
“Does it hurt?” Jean asked, curious again. 
“No, not anymore. It hurt when I was getting it done. Boy, that was one hell of a ride,” you laugh. “But it’s been years, so it’s all healed and okay now.”
“It suits you, hondje. Do you have more?”
“I do!” You beam at them, feeling all bubbly inside. It's lovely how they always show interest in anything about you and remember what you like. “It’s on my thigh.” You use the tip of your toes to put more leverage on your right leg, grabbing a fistful of the skirt of your dress. You lift it to show them your tattoo, but a hand stops you when it's reaching your knee.
“Nunuche, what the hell?” 
Napoleon had just woken up and was joining you in the dining room. Did you say something about your thigh? He was still a little sleepy, so he thought he heard you wrong. But then you grabbed your dress… What the fuck do you think you’re doing? He was at your side in the blink of an eye, gripping your wrists tightly and looking at you with a panic expression. It’d certainly be red in a second, if the loud slap sound was any indication. 
And that’s how you make vampires choke on their foods and drinks. You look at them, a confused expression on your face. Isaac spat his tea all over his plate and is now coughing to clear his throat. Jean dropped his fork, frozen in his chair. Mozart is blinking in a frenzy, his mug in such a tight grip on his hand that his knuckles are white. Vincent is blushing furiously, his mouth agape. Theo is actually amused, and you clearly heard Arthur complaining to Napoleon that it was just getting good. 
“What’s wrong?” You ask, startled. 
“MC, just remember we’re not in the 21st century,” Sebastian says, clearly holding a smirk. 
You feel your entire face heat up. Oh my God! That was certainly an uncomfortable situation. But you were so used to them; they made you feel at home, so you didn’t really think about what you were doing.
“Oh, right, sorry,” You chuckle and blush under the intensity of their stares. “But it’s no big deal, really. Sebastian and le Comte have already seen it.”
“Say that again?” Theo asks as his gaze drifts to the butler, just like everyone else's. 
“It’s nothing weird!” You can almost feel the emperor’s grip tightening. Sometimes he was so overprotective — they all were, and it was both endearing and funny. You huff. “We were talking about the 21st century, and I told Sebas that I have tattoos and showed him. Simple as that. Lots of people wear clothes that show a lot of skin in modern days. Do you think I would lift my dress to show the tattoo when I’m right next to Arthur if it wasn’t okay?” You deadpan Napoleon.
“Hey!” The writer complains, but everybody ignores him. You do have a point.
Napoleon frowns, but slowly releases you. You look at the others and just from a look they know you’ll be mad if they freak out again, so they try to act cool. Keyword: try. They’re staring so much you think they’ll open a hole in your thigh, but at least they’re quiet. You lift the dress just a little more and your tattoo is finally showing. It’s colorful and about the same size as the other. There’s white fine lines connecting dots, forming the Leo constellation, with a blue-purple watercolor background.
“Yes, luv! Now that’s a good breakfast,” Arthur smirks and places his elbow on the table to support his head as he looks at you. He’s so glad that Jean started this conversation while you were still beside him. Napoleon purses his lips and glares at the writer, but he knows better than to start a fight. His nunuche wouldn't let him live it down. 
“What the fuck is that?” Theo raises an eyebrow. Don’t get him wrong, he likes the art, but he just doesn’t understand what it’s supposed to be.
“Theo, language,” Vincent scolds his brother. He doesn’t want you to think they don’t like it.
“Is it upside down?” Jean frowns and tilts his head, trying to get a different angle, but it doesn’t make a difference.
"It's the Leo constellation," you chuckle and glance at Isaac, knowing he would understand. He enjoyed stargazing and always invited you to join him, especially after discovering your shared interest — then he started rambling about physics and astronomy, and you were lost.
“Oh, the stars,” Vincent says.
"So," Theo begins, and you can tell from his amused tone that he's about to say something to make you blush, "you have one that resembles Mozart and another that resembles Isaac."
“No, no. It’d have to be an apple for Newt,” Arthur grins when the poor physicist blushes as red as… the mentioned fruit.
“You’re the worst,” Isaac mumbles under his breath.
You chuckle at their banter. “So that’s it,” you say, releasing your dress. “We have a lot of things to do. So finish your breakfasts quickly.” You clap your hands twice.
“Indeed,” Sebastian nods in agreement.
You have moments of silence after that and you go back to work, but you feel the stares the whole day. You know they still have so much to say and ask, but they stay quiet.
You have some “not-so-permanent tattoos” now — and they might have helped do some.
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I don't have tattoos yet, but I really want it. I'd make the first one, but with colors.
Crossposted on AO3.
Masterlists: Writing | Screenshots & Such | Edits
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shookspearewrites · 2 years
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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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bluesparklingmoon · 1 year
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MC Accidentally Walking In On A Naked Mozart!
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Pairings: MC x Mozart
Was inspired by @maries-tales ‘Comte and Leonardo walking in on MC naked’
You just got done with household chores, and decide to head to the la therma to relax your muscles under the hot water. You can imagine the jets blowing bubbles onto your skin melting away the day’s tension.
You decide to dress in shorts and a t-shirt since you have yet to get a bathing suit from Comte. You carry a dry folded towel, and a 2-piece pair of purple silk night pajamas to put on after.
You hurry into the la therma, with its stone tiles smooth against your bare feet. You breath in the hot steam of the room into your nostrils and lungs as the sound of soothing water hit your ears.
Right at that moment, Mozart got out of la therma. His feet hitting the tile creating an instant puddle, water droplets rolling down his strong legs, thighs, diaphragm, and chiseled chest. Steam rises off his chest and every part of him. His hair is dripping wet, and his lavender eyes meet yours and go wide.
Mozart makes a gasp, chest heaves in a whirlwind of air, and the shock of seeing you at that moment. You witness his cheeks turn red as your eyes lock onto each other. He stays utterly still.
Your eyes take in his features again. He is a man…his chest and physique looks so strong….all of that hidden under his usual blue attire? Completely naked.
His privacy exposed, he reaches down bending over quickly to pick up his towel and wraps it around his waist.
“I-I apologize!” You rush the words out of your lips.
Water droplets fall off his hair creating little streams down his neck and back.
“I was about to go in, I didn’t know anyone was here. M-My apologies!” You sincerely apologize and your heart is beating a fast tempo that you assume he must be able to hear.
“I-It’s fine. Umm…” Mozart’s right hand grabs his hair and wrings out water onto the floor making his hair damp. “I’ll be going.” With both hands he reaches down and grabs his dry clothes. His towel wrapped securely around him in place. Mozart rushes toward you, where the only entrance/exit is.
Mozart rushes in your direction, with face flushed, and eyes embarrassed. You kiss his bare shoulder.
Mozart’s body flenches the second you kiss his shoulder and he audibly gasps. “W-what…was that?” Now his neck and ears get red alongside his face. He looks adorable.
“I…” You have been best friends for awhile now, but sometimes you think you see a glimmer of something more in his eyes. You come to your senses on what you have done, “I’m sorry! I-I don’t know why I….Forgive me! I-I’m going to pass out! It’s too hot in here!” You tell him. “Excuse me!”
You rush out of the la therma to your room. You lay on your bed onto your back and stare up at the ceiling trying to calm down your racing heart. Will it ever calm down? Will it ever calm down whenever you see Mozart again? Did it always beat this fast besides today? You ponder your feelings for Mozart for the first time.
Meanwhile, Mozart stands alone in the la therma. His heart beating erratic, and him trying to process that you saw him naked and kissed his shoulder. When you kissed him, his body felt like it was on fire. He felt rain and sunlight when before he met you he had only known drought and winter in his heart.
Mozart lifts his skilled piano hands to rest over his thumping heart. This melody…he never thought he would experience again. He comes to the realization his feelings for you…
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niphredil-14 · 2 years
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Hiiii could i request headcanon/scenario (which ever u are comfy with) of ikevamp’s charles with an s/o with a personality kinda similar to mozart’s. Like theyre kinda grumpy and dont rlly like pda but quite shy and loving in private?
Thank you so muchhhh and i love ur work <333
Ofc hon, sorry it has taken so long, I have had no inspiration for writing in general. Enjoy
Your cold facade would not dissuade Charles in the slightest, especially considering that he deals with Faust on a daily basis. He would show you just as much love as he would if you had showered you with affection right off the bat, and in the earlier stages of your relationship, he would have no issue working for your affection. Though, later on, those moments of intimacy behind closed doors, where you are comfortable enough with him to state and show your feelings of love for him? Those moments he treasures more than anything. Charles may not fully understand your aversion to PDA, but he will respect your boundaries nonetheless, doing no more than hand-holding, or allowing you to link your arm with his when it would be expected of you both.
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Love Booth Challenge
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Love Booth for underrated characters.
Ikemen version
Hello and welcome to my first challenge. I am proud to present to you the Love Booth challenge, a month long exploration of love for the underrated characters of the Ikemen games.
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General Rules
Works and art of all forms are welcome! Fanarts, fanfics, headcanons, moodboards, playlists and everything you can manage to think of is included. 
Limited to Ikemen fandoms and to certain suitors, due to popularity of some characters more than others I have decided to host a challenge exclusively for the less appreciated.
I had this idea since forever what took me so long to post it was the creations of the prompts I created in association with my lovely friend MO @xxsycamore.
I did my best to include most of the less loved characters from the Ikemen games exclusively with an English version.
That said if you think about other less popular characters, belonging to one of these games or to other Ikemen games that are not out in English yet, You are allowed to use these prompts as inspiration.
The main focus is to show love to characters not so loved by the fandom/game all year around without limit for this reason I won't make a masterlist.
When posting your works, use the tag #love booth challenge - you can as well tag me @queengiuliettafirstlady in your posts! It will help find other creations for those interested to check them out.
Posting to other sites is allowed - as long as you mention the challenge and its creators.
Reblogs are appreciated!
Content Rules
This challenge features a list of prompts, and dialogue prompts which you can match to your liking, if you want to. You can create more than one work for the same prompt, too!
Under the cut, you will find the prompts linked to the characters included in the challenge, that can be mixed up with prompts from other challenges happening around the fandom in the same month.
Any additional rules are up to the artists. You are free to choose the rating (make sure to mark your NSFW works accordingly, and if you’re minor, make sure not to interact with such!), and also the genre (the challenge’s main focus is romantic love, but it is not obligatory for your work to be of such genre), all characters and ships included are up to you (OCs, character x MC, character x character, etc.)
You’re free to take requests from your audience using these prompt lists, again please make sure to mention the challenge and its creator.
You’re absolutely free to post your works for this challenge whenever you feel like.
The final and most important rule is to have fun and not pressure yourself about full completion of the challenge. Do only as many works as you wish! :)
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If you have any additional questions, I’ll be happy to help. There is no such thing as a stupid question, so don’t hesitate to get in contact with us! I wish you happy creating!
THE LISTS
Ikemen Vampire
Dazai - Storyteller - A walk under the cherry trees.
Jean - Monster - "I am not worthy of love."
Mozart - Music - "You are my muse."
Sebastian - Secrets - "My composure is an act."
Shakespeare - Bard - A poem for my lover
Faust - Alchemy - "Behave for me."
Charles - Obsession - "I wish we could stay like this forever."
Isaac - Scholar - "I don't understand people at all ... yet I found myself quite curious to know everything about you."
Ikemen Prince
Keith - Duality - "Trust me."
Luke - Bear - "I will protect you."
Jin - Sweets - "All I need is our love."
Rio - Pet - "I will love you always and forever."
Sariel - Discipline - "It will do good to remember I am quite a strict tutor."
Nokto - Facade - "Were the truth lies ?"
Licht - Scar - "No matter what I do this scars will not heal, but your presence made me forget about them."
Yves - Fashion - "Would you like to get ready together ?"
Ikemen Revolution
Zero - Identity - "I am human because of you."
Harr - Magic - "I only want to keep you safe."
Loki - Abandonment - Seeking comfort on a rainy night.
Blanc - Gentleman - "Do you remember what I warned you about when you came in Cradle?"
Mousse - Dreams - "You are the subject of my dreams. I want to know even more about you."
Dean - Strict - Stern gaze softening upon an endearing sight.
Dalim - Flirt - "You shouldn't have trusted me."
Oliver - Creativity - "The best part about my creations is seeing you smile."
Ikemen Sengoku
Kennyo - Revenge - "You make me feel complete with your love."
Ranmaru - Loyalty - "I will always be there for you."
Sasuke - Companion - Fanning over the fanboy.
Mitsunari - Knowledge - "Let me take care of you."
Yoshimoto - Beauty - Admiring art together.
Kanetsugu - Strategy - "I found quite difficult to keep my composure when you are around."
Hideyoshi - Devotion - "You're my number one priority."
Ieyasu - Teacher - Collecting herbs together.
Once again Have fun and Happy Creating! I can't wait to see all your creations. 🧡💟💌🤗
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gunraekae · 5 months
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a day in the mansion for you
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>ikemen vampire
>mansion residents x reader
>a/n: for context, i'm the sort who enjoys seeing the casual interactions between the residents and the mc, so these are some hcs on what I imagine a day looks like for you. i sorta placed this as being in the first week mc arrives, before anything too serious happens, but you can interpret this whichever way you choose!
also apologies, i wasn't able to write for every single suitor as i haven't played most of their routes yet! I'll do a follow-up post when i finally finish them :))
Napoleon
Restrains Jean when he attacks you in the middle of the night
Comte enlists him to guard you and show you around Paris with Vincent, being the one that you trust the most in the beginning
Accompanies you and Isaac to the école, to help you be more at ease in the town
Part of your morning rounds: you wake him up
Part of your evening rounds: you talk about each other’s days, has dinner with you if you haven’t
Arthur
After asking Sebastian to fetch him Rouge, he prevents you from escaping (sorta does a reverse psychology thing)
Rightfully blaming himself for your dislike, he charms you with his intelligence through the lounge games; he wins a conversation with you and apologises on your date
When you encounter him on your town visit, the two of you are caught with a mysterious case that employs the two of you in your mystery solving adventures. 
Part of coffee addicts: your best customer, kisses you for every cup of coffee you bless him with
Part of breakfast gang: either there because he didn’t sleep or there because he slept too early
Leonardo
Spooked by the first night in the mansion, you lock yourself in your room until lunch, only to realize that Leonardo had stood guard outside your door the whole night
Remains quite protective, he calls himself your companion; finds you cooped up in the library and takes you with him on town visits
Part of coffee addicts: will come later, but will always be there
Part of your afternoon rounds: he magically finds you when you’re sad and will find some random event to cheer you up with
Jean
Starving and not in control, he unknowingly attacks you on your first night and incites you to escape
Overwhelmed, self-conscious, and wary, you spend much of the first week’s evenings in the library. To your shock, Jean is also there, learning how to write. Believing that it may be best for the two of you to reconcile, you teach him how to write. 
Helps you as much as possible with your chores, especially if it’s reaching high places or something that requires strength. 
Joins the residents in meals because of you
Listens to Mozart’s pieces with you
Part of your morning rounds: you have to remind him to eat
Vincent
Sympathetic to your predicament, he comforts you and shows you around Paris with Napoleon, being one of the few that you feel safe around
Invites you to a picnic with Theo
Enjoys your singing in the gardens while he paints and will frequent the outside the more you do it
Part of coffee addicts: might experiment with different roasts and enjoys it, but will like his coffee as black as possible
Part of breakfast gang: really only there to join Theo in the morning
Comte
Like a good sugar daddy, he takes you shopping and constantly spoils you. On the second day, he takes you to the town
Will ask for tea on the daily and constantly checks in on you; a most protective father figure, he keeps the residents in check
You’re his automatic partner any time he has to attend a social event (and of course he takes you shopping before). You’re his rumoured partner, and Comte does not quell those rumours he keeps them up. 
Part of your afternoon rounds: you have tea with him
Dazai
After cooping yourself up in your room, Dazai is the second you confide your troubles to. He’s always attuned to your emotions and understands your mental health struggles; always ready to lend an ear (because he’d rather everyone be happy before himself ahh) He’s almost invasive with how aware he is of you
Another frequent player in the lounge games, he doesn’t play seriously and is only really there to bring everyone’s mood up; don’t include gambling though, because he gets sorta crazy
Part of breakfast gang: horrible sleep schedule has him join the morning
Part of your afternoon rounds: any time you have errands in the garden, he’ll join you 
Theo
Partly due to his brother, and partly out of his own heart, he enlists you as an apprentice and they get to know the town
To bridge the gap between you and Arthur, he invites you to the lounge after dinner to play games
Teaches you the ropes of living in Paris: warns you, keeps you aware of current events, probably even helps you with your finances
Part of coffee addicts: likes your experimental sweet lattes
Part of breakfast gang: always present in the morning because he has to
Isaac
Cooped up in his room as well, Sebastian asks you to deliver his food to his room, believing him the most harmless. Isaac awkwardly welcomes you in his own way, accompanying you and Napoleon to their école
Also a frequenter of the lounge games, he attempts to impress you and win a date against Arthur
Part of breakfast gang: has to be there for his job, but enjoys whatever you make
Part of your evening rounds: sometimes he’ll be outside with his telescope, observing the stars. Once you felt comfortable, he asked you to join him
Mozart
Most intimidated by him, Sebastian forces you to deliver lunch to him. He’s cold, fussy, but would rather spend time with you than anyone else. Whenever he needs feedback or an audience for a piece, he’ll ask you first along with Jean. 
You’re his automatic partner any time he has a performance, partly because you comfort him in carriage rides, partly because he just wants you around
Part of coffee addicts: crawls to get coffee from you
Part of your evening rounds: you have to remind him to sleep
Part of your breakfast gang: organized routine but also terrible sleep schedule
Shakespeare
You met him after he gave you and Vincent tickets for one of his upcoming plays. When he approached the two of you, he gave such good banter and was so amicable, you swear it almost sounded practiced (haha)
He’ll sometimes join the residents for dinner. He’s begun to join a lot more often because having you around made Arthur and Theo much less hostile. After dinner, he makes a practice of talking to you in private, endlessly charming, but oddly invasive—like he’s studying you
Any time he has a new play, you're the first to get invited to watch it. Sometimes, if he's particularly frustrated or uninspired, he'll ask you to come to rehearsals with him.
You and Vincent sometimes visit him in his villa to make sure he's not writing himself to death.
Vlad
A sweet florist you met in town while you were miserable in the first week. He gave you a flower to cheer you up and was the epitome of charming, so charming in fact, that you accidentally revealed you lived in the mansion. Once you’ve revealed that fact, he began seeing you every time you were alone in town (for no ulterior motive at all)
General HCs for All!
Writes you letters daily/weekly; a habit picked up after the first night and seeing how spooked you were
Help you and Sebastian as much as they can; they can obviously clean up for themselves and even cook when they feel inclined
More residents have meals together than ever before; your presence sort of unites them and they’re super grateful for that
You’ve achieved the point where every resident is together during dinner
Birthdays, special occasions, and achievements are celebrated because you organize them for everyone
Since Halloween is your favourite holiday, the residents make an effort to dress up for it
Valentine’s Day is a bit of a mess, with you making a gift for every resident
White Day was used by the residents to give you their gifts, and it’s overwhelming, to say the least
They’re huge gossips, so any and every update on you is spread like wildfire to everyone. Good luck having an off-day
Dazai is the first to notice, being the most emotionally intelligent
Leonardo is the quickest one to take action, quite literally scooping you from whatever you’re doing to cheer you up
Napoleon is also another quick one to constantly check in on you and look for you if you come home too late
Sebastian usually keeps track of who you’re with or where you are if you guys are separated
Buys you random presents, usually connected to something between the two of you, but also sometimes follows current trends
Isaac buys you a hairclip he thinks looks darling on you
Dazai buys you a notebook to use as a diary, especially after noticing your journal’s almost full (and no he totally doesn’t peek in your writing)
Jean will always find something in town to bring to you in your night lessons
Comte… do I even need to say anything
Supports you in anything you pursue (I believe the canon says that you’re starting out as a writer, so I’mma use that)
You keep notes of your every day in your diary, sort of like a vlog and a lot of the snoopy residents read it. Eventually they suggest that you publish some of it
Being a huge fan of literature, the authors organize a writer’s night where you come up with a prompt and they share how they’d write it
If you ever end up writing something, they’re the first to hear and are your biggest fans
You’re a frequent guest teacher in Napoleon’s and Isaac’s école
You always thought you weren’t good with kids, but seeing how much the children like you reassured you
Napoleon teases you on how much you say you dislike children but secretly enjoys the time with them
Isaac is extremely grateful for how much you like organizing his lesson plans
if you've made it this far, thank you so much for reading! i hope you have a wonderful day and leave a like/reblog <3
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xxsycamore · 8 months
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𝐍𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞
↬ 👖 Napoleon has a little problem dressing up for a date in the 21st Century. Luckily, the mansion's residents are there to give him fashion advice, divided into team Sexy, team Defense, and team Cute.
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Napoleon Bonaparte x MC, ft. all residents ( Leonardo, Mozart, Arthur, Isaac, Dazai, Comte, Sebastian, Jean, Theo, Vincent, Shakespeare) • rating: G • tags: Humor; Crack; Dress Up • wordcount: 1,797 • masterlist
a/n: An early celebration for Napoleon's upcoming birthday, with the prompt Napo Style from my Napoleon Birthday Celebration 2023 event! Enjoy the chaos!
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Thanks to The Door at Comte's mansion being fixed and thus allowing a safe trip through the time and space continuum, newer and cooler dating spots are now available for the mansion's lovebirds, Napoleon and MC! How exciting is that? The latter is especially enthusiastic about strolling the streets of 21st-century Paris and showing off her lover…
The former is currently losing his mind.
Because there is an hour left until they step into the vortex of time-traveling, and Napoleon has no idea how people in the future dress for a date. At all.
"This is a problem." Napoleon muses out loud as he paces back and forth in the mansion's lounge room. Of course, he's not alone there, in this house you never get a moment of privacy no matter where you are. Currently he shares his air with… Leonardo, Mozart, Arthur, Isaac, Dazai, Comte, Sebastian, Jean, Theo, Vincent, Shakespeare… wait, why are all of them here?! Even Shakespeare? Could it be that his worries are so prominently written on his face that the residents' gossip-meter was able to track it, and now they're bursting with curiosity?!
"Everything alright, Naps?" Arthur tests the waters, taking a noisy sip from his coffee.
"Yeah, you can always tell us if you have problems with your dating life. That's what friends are for."  Theo chimes in, folding his arms in front of his chest.
"Problems with my dating life? No, it's just… I don't know how to dress up for the date. I thought that maybe I could just go with these clothes…?" Napoleon shrugs, fixing the lapels of his jacket.
"I strongly suggest you don't." Joins Mozart, closing the piano he was pretending to play as he listened in.
"Then what do I put on? MC will be ready in just a moment and she'll no doubt be stunning. Gods… Can any of you help me out?"
"We can."
"Alright old chap, come out whenever you're ready. Too bad that our team's idea is first and therefore it will put an early end to this fashion show." Arthur boasts confidently as he takes his place on the left along with his other team members, part of the Sexy team. As the curtain is dramatically swooshed to reveal Napoleon, the audience livens up in a cacophony of different murmurs…
Napoleon has no idea why the bunch targeted his favorite red curtain-- erm, cape, as the first thing to be removed from the outfit, but in a flash Napoleon sees it hanging from the staircase's railing and he understands. The small space behind the stairs becomes a makeshift changing booth… he does live with the smartest men in history after all. From there on, the smart ideas keep on coming as he steps behind the curtain and braces himself for accepting the various articles of clothing being handed to him to try on.
Napoleon poses awkwardly while trying to hide his attributes, the small cloth hiding his crouch area making it difficult as his pants have been reduced to just that, a loincloth that his trademark big belt holds together. His shirt too has suffered a massive reduction in length and now barely covers his chest, leaving his abs and stomach exposed, a similar thing done to his sleeves so the shirt now reminds more of a tank top of sorts. The golden epaulets from his jacket remain. His boots are untouched, at least. His look is completed with ruffled hair for a messier, sexier hairstyle.
"Ahem. As you may know, the 21st century is vastly different from our times in terms of dressing to impress… so to say, the meaning of that phrase is turned upside down!"
"Undress to impress!" With a finger in the air and a smile on his face, the most unlikely member of team Sexy, Vincent, hurries to add. Before Theo can collapse, Vincent backs up his (unbeknownst to him) scandalous vision with a little bit of his wisdom. "How nice that is, a world that celebrates the body instead of hiding it. Napoleon has a body that many would put on a canvas, and he should celebrate it!"
"Thank you, Vincent."
"Sebastian, why are YOU on this team?" Someone in the crowd asks.
Despite Arthur's confidence in winning this "competition", the other teams are more than eager to have their go in an attempt to beat his idea of modern fashion. After another round of handing stuff to the haphazardly changing behind the curtain Napoleon, a group of four residents get ready to present their idea.
With a perfect little nod, Sebastian says matter-of-factly, "Master Napoleon has a body that many would put on a canvas, and he should celebrate it."
With difficulty, a man in a knight's heavy full armor (that normally can be found in one of the hallways as a decoration) steps in front of the audience's eyes, who they can only assume is Napoleon, due to not a tad of his identity being visible underneath this "outfit".
As a leader of Team Defense, Jean turns to the audience to explain. "The modern world is filled with dangers we're unaware of. Napoleon should prioritize his safety," he eyes his teammate, Shakespeare, who is ready to take the word next: "As well as the safety of his beloved. Thus he clothes in steal and prepares a heavy blade, or a dozen; if the chance arises, he shall defeath all that's on his path, in the name of her!"
As Napoleon hears the signal, he demonstratively takes out a spear, a chain mace, a war hammer, a longsword…! The audience takes a step back.
"They're right. You never know what's out there. There might be cats." Theo nods approvingly, slapping Napoleon's armor as if to test its durability. The last member of team Defense, Mozart, is ready with his own argument.
"Everything there must be dirty. This will protect him from exposure."
Still, this can't end without the final third team showcasing their own unique idea of dressing up Napoleon. And besides, the mansion's daddy, Comte, being a leader of this team is enough to make everyone quiet down and pay attention.
It's a shockingly good argument.
"And finally, team Cute. Because you, my dears, are forgetting a key element of what our fashion show is about, and that is helping our Napoleon win his girl's heart all over again, in a different time, in a different world. We must look from the eyes of MC. And a lady like her, oh her heart surely sings at the sight of everything that can be called cute. She'll swoon and melt as she witnesses Napoleon embracing his inner adorableness; that is for sure!"
Without further ado, Napoleon steps forward, revealing his outfit that for some reason troubles his walking more than the armor from before… the reason might be the tight corset Comte put him in, one made for men nonetheless, but still making it hard for the soldier to act naturally wearing. Especially combined with those high-heeled boots! There's not a trace of any dark colors anywhere to be seen, from frilly innocent whites to sunny yellows to baby pinks, he's dolled up like a little prince from a fairytale. His hair which is the only color out of place, is densely covered in small hairclips, that are not exactly Comte's style, so there might be put there by…
"Napo-chan is so kawaii with the little hair accessories I put on him. I'm convinced MC won't resist kissing you all over."
"Why am I on this team?!" Laments Isaac, whose contribution is narrowed down to an apple he found laying around… surprisingly, posing with the apple does add cute points to Napoleon's look, as much as the physicist hates to admit. He's only on this team because he refused to join in the absurdity of the other two…
"They're right, Naps." Leonardo agrees with a hand on his chin. "I've heard cara-mia gush all over you being cute when you make a slip-up from your mister perfect persona. Be a little clumsier and clueless. She'll find it charming."
Napoleon hums and looks at the palms of his glove-clad hands, a little lost. "I'm, uhhh… not so sure what you mean."
"That's it, just like that."
"Okay, that's all, which team won?" Arthur asks impatiently, not very amused about the fact that his coffee mug is now empty.
"That's for Napoleon to decide. What do you think, Napoleon?"
Napoleon takes a look at all the faces lit up in expectation, and makes a "wait" gesture as he disappeared behind the curtain again. A few seconds later he is out, dressed in what appears to be an untouched replica of his original outfit, but almost hidden beneath various items that each of the teams can recognize as their own.
"You all joined forces to help me, so the answer can only be a combination of your efforts. With this, I'm confident about covering all bases necessary for a successful date with my Nunuche. Thank you."
"Spoken like a true leader!" Dazai cheers, instantly approving the idea.
The door swings open as MC walks in at a fast pace, hurrying to collect Napoleon's hand and take him away. She's dressed in a simple sundress and wearing her light pink bag over a shoulder with the little Mousette charm hanging from it.
"There you are Napoleon, we're going to be late for our date…! What are you wearing?"
Napoleon makes a troubled humming noise as he shakes off item after item, throwing them in different directions as they clatter against the floor and roll off somewhere. He's back in his day-to-day outfit.
"Nothing much. Nunuche, the truth is… you're stunning. I didn't want to disappoint you. I'm sorry but I couldn't find anything to dress up for our date."
"Oh? What are you talking about, we're going to get you dressed up right now! As soon as we step out of the door we'll go to my friend Mai's boutique and you can have a full Comtherapy!"
"…I…What's a Comtherapy?"
"A Comte-therapy! A shopping therapy, dummy! He even gave me money to dress you up this morning! Thank you, daddy Comte!"
"You're welcome, ma cherie."
"COMTE? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US?" a bunch of voices speak up at the same time.
"Why, my dearest residents and I were having so much fun. Who am I to spoil it?"
Amidst the chaos, Napoleon and MC begin to laugh, their hands still intertwined because of MC's earlier attempt to sneak Napoleon out of the rowdy room. Napoleon smirks and takes the lead, leaving the residents to their wits.
"Come on, Nunuche. Let's go on our date."
MC swoons and gawks, following right after.
"Gods Napoleon, you're so charming!"
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yanderepuck · 8 months
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Welcome to my blog~
I only write for Ikemen Vampire, but I'd like to let you know that this isn't a fandom blog, it is a personal blog, its just that Ikemen Vampire has been my hyperfixation for the last four years so that's really all that is on here.
I really appreciate it if you could comment and reblog the work of mine that you like so that I can keep writing for you guys.
Enjoy!
Commission info
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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
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Jupiter
Schelm
Lumiere
Brush
King
Vic
Harry
Bunta
Puck - Puck II
Thyme
Marshmallow
Louis
Other Headcanons
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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
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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
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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?
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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
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Free to use character sheet
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fang-and-feather · 19 days
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Niche Ships - Isaac
I feel like, for Isaac, the major M/M ship currently is with Arthur so it's not counting. Also, of course Isaac x MC/Reader doesn't count either, since this is for rarer ships
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alby-rei · 8 days
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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
~*~
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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aquagirl1978 · 5 months
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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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natimiles · 27 days
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Ikevamp Writings | SFW
🤍 Platonic/Friends | 💖 Romance | 💔 Angst
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Fanfics & Scenarios:
Isaac
💖 Strange Feelings (soulmate au) 💖 A Summer Birthday 🤍 Safer With You (can be platonic or pre-relationship) 💖 Sweet Surprises 💖 Lazy morning with Isaac
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Arthur
💖 Winter Cuddles 💔 Just let me adore you 💖 Lazy morning with Arthur
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Arthur&Isaac
💖 A Shiny Christmas Eve 💖 First Day 💖 All of Me 💖 Mimos
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Mozart
💖 How Traditions Start 💖 Lazy morning with Mozart
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Jean
💖 Are you here with me? (soulmate au) 💖 Sharing clothes with woman!Jean 💖 Lazy morning with Jean 💖 Worthy
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Theo
💖 Lazy morning with Theo
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Vincent
💖 Lazy morning with Vincent
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Comte
💖 Lazy morning with Comte
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Leonardo
💖 Lazy morning with Leonardo
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Sebastian
💖 Lazy morning with Sebastian
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Mitsuki (MC)
💖 She could be the one
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More than one suitor
🤍 What is that? (a tattoed reader) 💖 Come a Little Closer: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 (final) (gn!reader x Arthur; f!MC x Mozart)
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Headcanons:
Chronology and random facts in Ikemen Vampire
🤍 gn!reader with a sibling-like relationship with them (Isaac, Mozart, Jean, Arthur, Theo and Vincent, and Napoleon)
🤍 A hippie, vegetarian and marijuana-user reader (Comte)
🤍💖 gn!reader with a sibling-like relationship with them starts to date Dazai (Isaac, Mozart, Jean, Arthur, Theo and Vincent, and Napoleon)
Bringing Mozart into the 21st century and making him travel by modern transportation
💖 Arthur & Isaac: relationship headcanons
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shookspearewrites · 2 years
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Anon, thank you endlessly for this ask! As you may or may not know, my ducklings, I am a figure skater so requests of the boys + ice skating make me so unimaginably happy ^^ 
You may be excited to know that behind the scenes, I have been writing a big project about figure skating~ I can’t tell you guys too much yet but it is Ice Hockey player Theo x my figure skating OC Freda and includes pretty much all of the vampires doing ice sports! I think it’s real fun and cute and that Ice Hockey Theo is mega fine omg, I’m really excited to share it with you guys in the future (✿◡‿◡)
- JJ x
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Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart:
He just sits there, mouth hung slightly agape as he watches your figure twirl around on the screen of Sebastian’s smartphone. Something stirs in his heart watching the performance to Moonlight Sonata, the emotion in the skate and the music resonating within him. He’s never seen anything like it, anyone like you that has the ability to steal his breath away so effortlessly. 
Mozart finds your spins particularly spectacular and often asks Sebastian to show him clips of your skating whenever he needs some inspiration for his music. Of course, Sebastian happily obliges him and talks about your skating career with great detail, making Mozart even more impressed.
It takes you a little by surprise when he insists that you go on an ice skating date with him, even though it’s snowing outside and the only rink available is a little frozen over lake out in the forest, it shows you that he really does care for you under his cold exterior, you know, since he hates cold weather. 
You’ll have to hold his hands on the ice since he’s more than a little scared of falling, but Mozart has surprisingly good footwork. He does get distracted by watching you skate so elegantly though and has to sit himself down on the bank of the lake to admire you fully - He’s sure he’ll never see a sight more beautiful than you skating so perfectly with the backdrop of the wonderful winter surrounding you. And Wolfgang is certain that the snow looks almost dull and grey in comparison to your shine.
He’ll compose music especially for you to skate to, listening to all your thoughts on programmes and composing accordingly. 
Theodorus van Gogh:
Oh so his new little plaything is a twirl girl, how interesting.
He will secretly admire you as you flit around the mansion gracefully, his mind wandering and imagining how beautiful you’d look gliding along the ice.
When you invite the vampires to go skating with you, Theo is admittedly a little nervous about how you’ll perceive his skating but, he disguises his nerves with bravado - skating around with a confident smirk, teasing when he glides by you with speed, “C’mon on then, show us what you got, ijsprinses.”
As you gracefully skate around, effortlessly landing jumps and performing beautiful spins, Theo finds himself a little lost for words as he watches you. He will have to step off the ice and sit down with Sebas and a cup of coffee to properly take in your performance, in awe at your ability. “Seems like my hondje knows some tricks, huh?” Theo almost spits out his coffee when Sebastian replies, “I’d expect nothing less of an Olympic silver medallist.”
Theo is an excellent businessman, so don’t be too surprised when he somehow manages to rent out the city’s only rink for the whole day for you to practice on. He’ll sit rink side and watch you with adoration in his eyes and pride in his heart as you smile brighter than he’s ever seen. There aren’t many things Theo would take a day off of work for, but seeing you skate? He’d sacrifice the world for that.
Leonardo Da Vinci:
He certainly is excited to see you skate; he’s noticed how passionate you seem whenever you talk about skating so, he can’t wait to see you glow on the ice.
Leonardo is particularly impressed with the beautiful Biellmann spin you perform, smirking when he slides up to you and whispers in your ear, “Maybe we should put that flexibility of yours to good use in the bedroom, cara mia.”
He kinda skates to the beat of his own drum. He wants to learn all of the amazing moves you can pull off but knows that he doesn’t have the patience to learn the correct techniques - This results in him throwing himself into jumps with incorrect techniques and collecting a few bruises along the way. But even when he falls over, Leonardo just grins and tells you that he’s determined to be involved in your favourite activity, even if he isn’t great at it.
Leonardo notices every time you complain about how difficult it is to skate in your 1890s attire and he stores those comments in a little notebook of his along with designs for some skating dresses for you. He’s spoken at length with Sebas about your iconic routines and dresses from your time as a professional and spends a lot of time trying to design and piece together something you’d find both comfy and cute. He’ll gift you a beautiful red velvet skate dress that he designed “just because”, made by the best boutique in Paris especially for you and he always feels so proud when he watches you skate in it.
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k4katsujin · 1 year
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overwatch music headcannons! + small reader insert!
including hanzo and genji, mc cree, reaper, kiriko,mei and lucio since they're my all time favorites
please keep in mind that these are just MY opinion and i don't know the characters' backstories so this may not be accurate , it's ok if you disagree but don't be rude about it 💀 THIS IS JUST FOR FUN OK
word count: 977 :D
pre-post note: AAA that's it now i want to create playlists for each one of them and the best part is no one can stop me
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✨hanzo
he doesn't have any particuliar taste he just doesn't like very loud music
he likes japanese bossa nova and listens to it when he parctices/medidates
he probably asked lucio why he has to pay for spotify premium and asked him to get him a cracked version of it because he refuses to pay for it (he actually has a lot of money but has a love/hate relationship with americans *staring at cassidy intenifies* but deep down it's really because he doesn't know how to properly use the app without lucio's help but he doesn't want to admit it because it makes him feel old)
I JUST KNOW MY BABYGIRL SECRETELY LIKES KPOP GIRL GROUPS LIKE TWICE AND NEWJEANS (kiriko secretely added newjeans music in his playlist)
listens to shiloh dysnasty, lofigirl lives when he needs to focus on signing his family's papers, he likes tyler the creator but only flowerboy and call me if you get lost because his others albums would be too "violent" for him (don't forget he's an old man 😔 /hj)
HE OBVIOUSLY LIKES CLASSICAL MUSIC like some mozart or chopin or even beethoven
he either has too many playlists or like only his liked songs one (but he doesn't now how to use spotify so he always asks you or lucio on how to do it)
he definitely likes lamp and even went to some of their concerts
oh and he plays shamisen too, his parents gave him and his brothers lessons since it's something very dear to them as music is a very big part of the shimadas' culture
"hi there sakura! do you want to listen to music together?" and then he'd pat the seat next to his for you to sit on
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✨genji
since he's (kind of) a robot i feel like he listens mostly to breakcore and jungle dnb, it depends on his mood
he likes bossa nova too but is more into japanese rap
although he's more of an extrovert than his brother, he still needs his time alone, but he'll never mind your presence
"oh? hello there little mouse" as he notices you came in his room. he always sets a bare cushion on the floor for you to sit on. "do you want to listen to music together?"
i feel like he'd like 90's/2000's rap like mf doom, tupac and ice cube because lucio made him discover some of their songs ( i want them to have a thing together aa "but he's already with mercy" CRY ABOUT IT I DONT CARE no one can stop me from writing a genji x lucio fic MWAHAHAHA THIS IS GONNA BE SO RANDOM
though basically he's more of a sewerslvt/ my head hurts type of person (a/n: please listen to my head hurts if you like breakcore their music is so good)
when he feels lonely he asks you to come in his room to listen to some of your favorite music (he secretely made you a playlist)
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✨mc cree
as a proud cowboy i'm pretty sure he listens to country music (this man's old too /hj)
he probably listens to old bands like the beatles and metallica
that's it that's what he'd listen to
oh and maybe taylor swift because her music would remind him of the countryside he's born in
"hey there pretty!" (don't judge me i js feel like he would call you that don't ask me why) "come here i made you a pie!"
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✨reaper
I JS KNOW HE LISTENS TO SLIPKNOT AND DEFTONES
METALLICA TOO
he doesn't specifically like your presence but he doesn't tell you to leave him alone either
"what do you want? fine you can stay but don't make too much noise"
that's it that's my hcs 🗿krkrkr that's not a lot i'm sorry
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✨kiriko and mei (+ d.va bonus)
i js know my girlies listen to kpop
they have a shared playlist with very various things
kiriko's music taste is prety much kpop (the ogs, blackpink, stray kids and txt, they probably stant them)
mei is more of a classical music person
dva likes krap but she's more of of a stay stan
"hi there! have a seat! kiriko and i have made tea!"
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✨lucio
I JUST KNOW THIS MAN'S MUSIC TASTE IS IMMACULATE
everybody asks him for music advice
i think he's one of the real "i listen to everything" mfs, his listening goes from classical music to brakcore but also and mainly rap
mf doom, tyler the creator fan (esp the albums before igor)
the music he makes is either really calm like accousitc guitar covers or STRAIGHT CHAOS there really is no in between and i'm here for it
BRO IS A KENDRICK LAMAR FAN if the two of them were in the same universe i'm a hundred percent sure theY would have made music together
p sure he listens to travis scot ON BLAST so loud he always get yelled at by because it disturbs his meditation
when he feels lonely he invites you on the roof to play you soft songs on his guitar
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THAT'S IT :D THANK YOU FOR READING
ily if you read through the whole thing <3 /p kith kith if consented 🎀
have a good day !
-kanahari/ @chainsaw-locket-444
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