#Mozart x Reader

[letterstoear]

Leaving lipstick marks

Notes: Fem Reader! (just made it with a female MC in mind, but there's no use of pronouns), Suitor x reader, fluff, established relationship.

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Characters: Isaac, Mozart, Charles and Napoleon

Isaac:

Thought it was just a normal day where you were peppering him with kisses all over and Isaac went about his day like usual. Sure you had a small giggle, but he figured you were just so over the moon in love. When you pulled away and saw your smile he was still clueless that is till he met the usual suspects.

Before Isaac could even leave the mansion, he’s hearing chuckles from the other residents. Which causes him to freak out, Isaac was used to the normal teasing but not like this. There was Dazai and Arthur who were making cheering noises and commenting how jealous the two were.

Even Napoleon had a small chuckle leaving his lips as he saw the lipstick marks all over Isaac. In fact, it’s probably one of the older residents who informs Isaac about his love marks. Leonardo will walk over after making his teasing remarks to inform Isaac. He’ll also help him remove the lipstick marks you left.

Once he reaches you after the incident, he’s a blushing mess telling you about all the teasing he endured. Not like he’s going to prevent you from kissing him though.

Mozart:

With your hand on the back of Mozart’s head you were devouring him with your kisses. One on his neck, cheek, lips, and even the tips of his ears. All across his face is a flutter of your lips as you mark him. You wanted to proudly show off your lover, the love of your life.

Then, when everything is all over, Mozart wipes it all off. Much to your dismay all of your artwork is lost, it was momentary. Whatever could you do, Mozart was a clean freak, so he wanted to be kept clean. However, he would never object to you kissing him again.

No, in fact he wanted you to kiss him all over again, not that he would admit it. Instead, Mozart will have to settle with kissing you like how did to him.

From the tips of your ear to your eyelids, he’s covering you in his love. Plus, you’re also getting marked at the same time. Why, Mozart left some of the lipstick which got rubbed off onto his lips.

While it wasn’t nearly as clear as your lip marks had been on Mozart, he definitely left some kiss marks. A proud smile on his face after having just kissed you all over, he too wants everyone to know you’re his.

Charles:

He’s way too proud of your lipstick marks. I imagine he’ll even ask you to leave some on him if he really likes the color of your lipstick. Charles is in no way shy when it comes to affection.

Oh, you better believe he’s fully aware of lipstick on him but does not care. What’s so wrong about showing off the love he’s received. He’ll even put on lipstick to mark you when he feels like it.

Man has no shame, and he sees no need to feel shame, but Faust may have other ideas. Most likely makes Vlad feel single and bothers Faust of Charles “unkept” appearance.

Napoleon:

A lovesick fool who wasn’t too into the idea at first. If the two of you enjoyed it the first time he’s got no problems if you wanna do it all over again.

Oh, but he’s strict about when you could do it. If he has to go into town, he would prefer if you don’t leave lipstick marks on him. Napoleon just doesn’t want to explain it to the little kids he teaches. Other than that, you’re all good.

Want to leave lipstick marks on him then go to dinner, go ahead. He might regret whipping it off at the end of the day though. Like to him it’s saying goodbye to an act of your love. Which is why Napoleon will want you to do it all over again, when given the chance.

[iiseult]

⚜️ 𝕹𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖌𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 ⚜️

❥ 𝑅𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈 - 𝒪𝒫𝐸𝒩

❥ 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

❥ 𝑀𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀

𝕬𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝕸𝖊

❥ 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝓊𝓎𝓈 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒 𝐼𝓈𝑜𝓁𝒹𝑒. 𝐼’𝓂 𝟣𝟫, 𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝑒/𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓈, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓂 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓁. 𝐼 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒶 𝓌𝒽𝑜𝓁𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓉!

𝕴𝖓𝖇𝖔𝖝/𝕬𝖘𝖐 𝕽𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘

❥ 𝟣𝟪+ 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝓂𝓊𝓉!

❥ 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓈, 𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈, 𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓉𝓈, 𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝒾𝒸𝓈, 𝑜𝓇 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑒𝓁𝓈𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝑜𝒻.

❥ 𝒩𝒮𝐹𝒲 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒮𝐹𝒲 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓉𝒽 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝑒.

❥ 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒾𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝒜𝓈 𝒶 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑒𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓁𝓎 𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓎 𝓅𝑜𝒸 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝑔𝑜𝒶𝓁 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂𝓈𝑒𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝓃𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒶𝓇𝑒!

❥ 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔: 𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓉, 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓉, 𝒮𝒜, 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝓃𝑜𝓅𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒾𝒶, 𝓃𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓅𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒾𝒶.

𝕱𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘

• 𝒜𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓊𝓈 (𝟣𝟫𝟪𝟦) - 𝒲. 𝒜. 𝑀𝑜𝓏𝒶𝓇𝓉

• 𝐻𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑀.𝒟. - 𝒥𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓈𝑜𝓃, 𝒢𝓇𝑒𝑔 𝐻𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒

• 𝐼𝓂𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒶𝓁 𝐵𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 (𝟣𝟫𝟫𝟦) - 𝐿𝓊𝒹𝓌𝒾𝑔 𝓋𝒶𝓃 𝐵𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓃

• 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒹𝑜𝓂 𝑜𝒻 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃 - 𝐵𝒶𝓁𝒹𝓌𝒾𝓃 𝐼𝒱

• 𝒦𝒩𝒴/𝒟𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃 𝒮𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇 - 𝐻𝒶𝑔𝒶𝓃𝑒𝓏𝓊𝓀𝒶, 𝒢𝓎𝓊𝓉𝒶𝓇𝑜

• 𝐿𝒪𝒯𝑅/𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝑜𝒷𝒷𝒾𝓉 - 𝒦𝒾𝓁𝒾, 𝒯𝒽𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓊𝒾𝓁

• 𝐿𝑒𝓈 𝑀𝒾𝓈𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓈 - 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓇𝑒, 𝐸𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓁𝓇𝒶𝓈, 𝑀𝑜𝓃𝓉𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓈𝓈𝑒 (𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔)

• 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐻𝑜𝓊𝓇 (𝒜𝓃𝓃𝑒 𝑅𝒾𝒸𝑒) - 𝒥𝓊𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓃 𝑀𝒶𝓎𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇, 𝑀𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝐵𝑒𝓉𝒽 𝑀𝒶𝓎𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇, 𝒮𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝑀𝒶𝓎𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇, 𝑀𝒾𝒸𝒽𝒶𝑒𝓁 𝒞𝓊𝓇𝓇𝓎, 𝐿𝒶𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓇, 𝑀𝑜𝓃𝒶 𝑀𝒶𝓎𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇

• 𝒯𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝒶𝓈 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 - 𝒥���𝓇𝓇𝓎, 𝒥𝒶𝒸𝓀

[solomons-poison]

I've been on a classical music kick recently so bringing up this idea for the nth time but

Opera singer!reader and Mozart. Mozart knows you're knowledgeable in music, at least a little, but he doesn't know to what extent. And you're not really keen on saying much, feeling its tooting your own horn, not to mention how cold he is when you two aren't that close yet.

One day, he's playing "Voi che sapete", unaware that you can hear him from the gardens or that you know this song, maybe it's even your favorite. Seeing no one around, you decide it's safe enough and decide to sing along, losing yourself in the music and the emotion.

It takes a bit for Mozart to hear it as he gets lost in the music as well, thinking he's just imagining the sound of a singing accompaniment. But finally his ears notice something is a little off, that that voice is familiar, and eerily familiar enough not to just be created by his mind.

He can't help but stop playing, going from window to window to try to locate the source of the voice, until he finally sees you down in the gardens as you sing the last of the song. Part of him wants to run down to you and finally get the information out of you, figure out who you are and how you can sound like that. But the other part just can't help but watch you instead, frozen as he waits to hear more of your lovely voice. If he hadn't connected personally to his music before, he does now, feeling some kind of spark come to life inside of him from this encounter.

After this, it's 50/50 if he confronts you directly, given how awkward he can be. But once it's known that he knows you can sing, he might invite you to his piano room in a roundabout way so that you sing while he plays.

[ikewhores]

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[comatosebunny09]

She’s beautiful. And despite how much you’ve tried to hate her, you just…can’t. Understandable why Sylus fell for her charms so quickly. She’s a sweetheart. And it’s infuriating. But—

“Hey,” you interject in a low tone. Stir the contents of your glass, projecting an air of boredom as the partygoers prattle on around you.

She blinks, all bright-eyed and straight-backed in the chair across. Mouth clamps shut, the last vestiges of her story vanishing in the air. Your lips quirk. God, you want to pat her head. Shove her in your pocket for safekeeping.

You motion for her to come closer with two fingers. Angle yourself closer until your breath stirs the pretty bangs adorning her forehead.

“You’re too pretty. Too nice. But you fit him, I guess,” a little forlornness creeping into your voice. “So I’ll bite.”

You ignore how your belly gnarls and twists as you sit back. Cross your legs, banishing those green-eyed monsters poking around in your head. Blame it on the champagne you’ve consumed, making your mind all fuzzy and your stomach feel weird.

“I’ll protect you or whatever,” you mumble before dumping the final contents of your flute down your throat. Fix her with a look that leaves no room for objection after you’ve placed the glass on the table, crossing your arms.

She can do nothing but smile nervously under your gaze, fidgeting with the straps of her dress, searching the tide of partygoers for a familiar shock of white.

Of course she didn’t ask. But it’s your duty to protect what belongs to him.

Any girl of Sylus’ is an temporary ally of yours, no matter how much it pains you to see him entangled with someone who isn't you.

[nuttytani]

Would you love me if I were a worm? Featuring ikemen vampire cast. (With gender neutral reader)

(a/n: when you have too much free time and need your hands to be occupied. Some random bullshit begins to form on your notes)

Napoleon

He finds it funny, why would you turn into a worm?

After seeing your frown tho, he says ok ok yes I will love you

Mozart

Makes a disgusted face and turns you down

First of all, you won't turn into a worm. So why should he answer?

"if people can turn into vampires, why can't I turn into a worm?"

He kicks you out of his piano room

Dude has some thoughts to organise

Leonardo

Laughs at you and says, "what will you do if I say no?"

Pretends to forget about it but after some hours, he comes back to you

"no matter how and what you are or will turn into, I'll still love you"

Arthur

"is this some sort of trick question? Well the answer is obviously yes, my love!"

Vincent

Thinks deeply about it and smiles at you

"of course, I'll still love you. I think you'd make a cute worm too."

Theodorus

Scoffs at you and calls you an idiot

Why would you turn into a worm?

And by chance, you DID turn into one, how was he going to take care of you? There's so many worms out there in the world. What if you get lost and he gets some random worm instead and you, are lost and out in the cold, ready to be squashed by big feet.

Dazai

Uno reverses you instead

Now you're trapped

Would you love him if he was a worm?

Gets sad if you don't answer quickly enough

Sebastian

"I am not doing this right now. If you're free, wash those potatoes instead. I'm already busy as it is"

Stays silent for a while and then sighs

"no matter what, I'd love you always and forever"

Comte

Chuckles a bit at the thought and immediately replies yes

He'd give you a good environment to live in. Some really nutritious soil and compost. Maybe a tiny rock for you to play with

"Comte, you just need to say yes... No need to.... Elaborate on what else you'd do"

"Alright. Well, would you love me if I were a worm?"

Shakespeare

Is fascinated that you even came up with such a question

His answer is yes

But at the same time, he's coming up with scripts that include a dramatic romance between worms. For his own pleasure

Vlad

Says yes immediately.

Thinks you'd look like a cute worm

Maybe he'd put roses next to your habitat or in it.

Charles

"of course! In fact, we can both be worms together! We'll be a happy worm couple"

He's actually taking the idea too seriously and goes ahead making worm habitats and gets a book on "how to raise a worm"

Faust

"I'm not sure. Though I suppose researching on a worm wouldn't be that bad"

Seeing you look unimpressed, he just chuckles while patting your head

"I'm only joking. Of course I'd love you"

[whatever-fanfics]

POV: you need help with your 21st century homework in a mansion full of vampires

~~~

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.

~~~

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*

~~~

[bat-mom-writer]

Mozart's In The Dark

Reader(wife) X Bruce Wayne/Batman(husband)

Summery: You and Batman get hit with a gas that makes you temporality unable to move. You pass the time in fun little conversation.

Rating: Fluff

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"I would love to kick you, but I can even feel my legs." You say, your voice strained and dry. A sadistic laugh echoes through the alley, the gas thick and suffocating in the air around you. Bruce's eyes, usually filled with fiery determination, are now glazed over, his body limp beside you.

You glance around, trying to get your bearings. The world around us is a blur of shadows and distorted sounds. The alley is narrow, lined with dumpsters and graffiti-covered walls. Above, the moon casts a feeble glow through the maze of buildings, providing just enough light to make out the outline of your attackers retreating into the distance.

"Let's do something to pass the time. Maybe it'll help keep our spirits up."

Bruce's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but he doesn't argue. "Alright," he says, his voice a bit more clear than before.

So you start to sing, "Baby shark, doo doo doo doo doo doo…"

Bruce's eyes widen. "Really?"

"What? It's catchy." you laugh.

Bruce groans. "Catchy doesn't mean good."

"Fine," You concede, trying to think of something else. "How about this one?" You begin to sing the Batman theme song.

Bruce's eyes roll back into his head. "Oh, please, no. Not that."

"What?" you ask, feigning innocence. "It's your theme song, after all."

"And that's why it's the last thing I want to hear right now," Bruce says, his tone light despite the gravity of your situation.

"Fine," you say, pouting a little. "Then what do you want to hear?"

Bruce thinks for a moment, his breaths shallow and forced. "How about something from your playlist?"

"Alright," you say, "but only if it's not something too cheesy."

Bruce smiles faintly. "Cheesy? You mean like 'Batdance'?"

"Don't you dare," you threaten.

He chuckles weakly. "I was just testing you."

You lean your head back, the cold pavement providing little comfort. "What's on your playlist then, Bruce?"

He takes a deep, painful breath. "Well, some Mozart, some Led Zeppelin."

"Mozart?" You raise an eyebrow. "I didn't take you for a classical kind of guy."

"And you married me," he says with a smirk, despite the gravity of our situation. "You should have known I had layers."

"But Bruce, my beloved, my soulmate, you listen to Mozart?" you ask, your voice filled with a mix of surprise and amusement.

"What did you think I would listen to?" he asks, his voice a barely-there whisper as the gas starts to wear off.

"I don't know," you admit, "Maybe something more… brooding? Rock? Something emo."

Bruce lets out a small laugh, the sound surprisingly warm in the cold, desolate alley. "Emo, huh?"

"Well, you know, the whole 'Dark Knight' vibe," you tease, trying to keep the mood light.

Bruce shakes his head slightly, his movements still sluggish. "You think I sit in the batcave, brooding to emo music?"

"I didn't say that," you retort, "But it's not like I've ever seen you rocking out to Mozart while fighting crime."

"And you've seen me with emo music?" Bruce says, a small smile on his lips.

"Well, no, I haven't," you admit, "but I can imagine it."

Bruce's head turns slightly towards you, his eyes focusing with a bit more clarity. "Alright, I'll play along. What song would you pick for me?"

you think for a moment, a smirk playing on your lips. "Let's go with something Skillet, I'm thinking "Hero"."

Bruce's eyes widen. "Really?"

"What?" you ask, playing coy. "You don't think it fits?"

"Mozart," Bruce repeats, his voice gaining a bit more strength with each word, "has a certain… elegance to it. Plus, it helps me think."

Youlook at him, surprised by his revelation. "Elegance? In the heat of battle?"

"No," Bruce says firmly, "I'm not looking for a song for the heat of battle. I'm looking for something to keep me sane."

"Sane?" you repeat, the word feeling foreign in the chaos that is your life.

Bruce nods. "Sane."

"I married a complete nutjob," you murmur, the smirk on your face growing wider.

Bruce's chuckle is barely a breath, but it's there. "You say that like it's a surprise," he says.

You feel the tension in your body start to ease as the gas wears off. "Well, you do wear a cape and fight crime at night," you say, a hint of laughter in your voice.

"It's not a cape," he says, his tone mock-serious. "It's a cloak."

"Whatever you say, Mr. Wayne," you tease.

"How much longer do you think we have?" Bruce asks, his voice still strained but with a touch more urgency.

You struggle to sit up, pushing through the lingering heaviness in your limbs. "I'm not sure," you say, gritting your teeth against the pain. "But we need to move before they come back."

Bruce nods, his eyes narrowing in concentration as he tries to push himself up with his arms. "I think…I think I have an idea," he says, his voice still strained.

You watch as he fumbles with his utility belt, the leather straps and gadgets blurring before your eyes. "What are you doing?" you ask, your own voice still thick with the remnants of the gas.

"I have a shot of epinephrine," Bruce says through clenched teeth, his movements slow and deliberate. "It's for emergencies like this. It might help counteract the effects of the gas."

You watch as he fumbles with the cap, his trembling hand finally managing to remove it. The silver needle gleams in the moonlight, a beacon of hope in this otherwise grim situation.

"Here," he says, offering it to you with a forced smile. "You first."

You take the epinephrine from his hand, the cold metal sending a shiver down your spine. You know the drill; we've practiced this before. But never in a real situation. You inject yourself in the thigh, hissing as the liquid shoots into my system. For a moment, everything goes white, and then, as if a switch has been flipped, the world snaps back into focus.

Bruce watches you closely, his eyes searching for any signs of improvement. "How do you feel?" he asks, his voice stronger now.

"Better," you reply, taking a deep breath and sitting up with a grimace. "A lot better." The epinephrine is coursing through your veins, burning away the last remnants of the paralyzing gas. You hand the epinephrine back to him, and he takes it with a nod, injecting himself with the same determination.

You stand up slowly, your legs wobbly but cooperating. Bruce does the same, his cape fluttering slightly in the breeze. He looks at me, a question in his eyes. "Can you run?"

You nod, taking a tentative step. "Yeah, I think so."

Bruce stands with more ease than you expect, the epinephrine working its magic. "Good," he says, "because we need to get out of here before the cops show up. Too many questions we can't answer."

With a smirk, "Hey, start playing your Mozart for dramatic affect," you joke, trying to lighten the mood.

"Hon," he warns, his voice a bit stronger now.

You shrug, smiling. "What?"

Bruce rolls his eyes before turning serious. "We need to get back to the manor."

The sirens are closer now, the red and blue lights dancing through the narrow gaps between buildings. The gas has almost fully dissipated, and we can move more freely. Bruce takes your arm over his shoulder his grip firm but gentle, as you make your way out of the alley. Your movements are swift and calculated, years of experience guiding you through the shadows and away from the approaching authorities.

[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: little things the ikevamp suitors love about you.

WARNINGS: none!! :D

COMMENTS: this is kinda to get me back in the writing groove again. i thought this was really cute as i was writing it hehe

napoleon adores your voice, the sweet sound of it carrying in the wind as you cheer him on when he spars. your voice goes higher when you talk to jupiter and lower when you talk to the kids he teaches, and although he’ll never tell you he notices these things, it’ll be evident when you look over at the teasing smirk on his face.

mozart adores the contrast between your klutziness and your grace, he’s caught you swaying to his music when you clean before, now that you two often find yourself sharing the same space. his eyes wander to you as he plays under the guise of making sure you don't slip on the sleek floors and injure yourself...but really, he is enraptured by you.

leonardo adores your lips, even more so when they’re on his own. ever the flirt, he makes sure your lips are always turned upwards in a bashful smile, the one that makes the corners of your eyes crinkle and your cheeks warm up. he touches your cheeks, brushing his fingers along your skin before kissing you, leaving you both smiling.

arthur adores your eyes, the way they’re always trained on him, the way he can see himself reflected in yours and just knows you see yourself in his. he loves how soft they look as they gaze upon him, a hopeless man, a sinner, a weak and helpless person that couldn’t save the ones he wanted to save most. you can still look at him, and that's all he could ever ask from you.

isaac adores your neck and the way it looks when you wear necklaces and different collared shirts and different hairstyles. he finds himself flustered at the thought of pressing his lips to where your neck meets your shoulder, sprinkling the skin with his kisses and dusting it with soft whispers for the both of you to cherish.

vincent adores your smile and the way it makes him happy, too. he loves that you never shy away from your feelings and you aren’t scared of his. you smile when he expresses what he wants, as if him craving and needing and wanting makes you happy, and oh if that’s what it takes to see you beam like you’ll love him forever, vincent will embrace every part of him.

theo loves your arms and how they work hard every day, only to wrap around him at the end of it all. it melts his heart when your head finds itself over his heartbeat, listening to his pulse as you shut your eyes. he’s never felt more weak in the knees in his life. you’ve ruined him, but he doesn’t care just so long as you keep holding him and working hard at his side.

dazai adores your waist and all of the uses it has. he loves kneading the flesh he finds there, making you squeal because those spots may be a bit ticklish. he finds himself placing a hand there as he walks with you, holding you close to his side, just close enough to catch your scent. it’s cheesy when he grabs your waist to lift you into the air, swinging you around in an impromptu dance, but his heart melts with love for you when your hands find themselves over his, keeping him latched onto you.

jean adores how you wake up in the morning, all sleepy and confused. every little noise you make makes his heart skip a beat, and so he captures every single one and places them in the corner of his mind labeled with your name for safekeeping. maybe then, even when you’re gone, he’ll still be able to know you. the heart that pounds so vehemently for you nearly pops out of his chest when you throw an arm over him and snuggle into his chest, a delicate smile on your face.

will adores how you smell when you come out of the shower, all freshened up. the fragrances of all the products you two picked out together waft throughout the villa, and will doesn’t find himself minding that he can smell you everywhere. after all, you’ve left your mark on this place, and furthermore, his heart.

comte adores you for staying by his side, even though he knows it’s hard. he’s been so painfully lonely for most of his life, and even now he doesn’t feel he fits anywhere. but you come along and take him into your arms, gently collecting all of his broken pieces, and you bring him back together with your embrace. this. this is where he belongs. he is certain of it.

sebastian adores your laughter and the way you seem to infect the mansion with it. he hears it ringing in his ears even when you aren’t around, the sweet sound carrying through his memories as he busies himself with chores and thoughts of you. it isn’t easy running an entire mansion, but with you by his side, bumping him with your hip as the two of you wash dishes, he couldn’t be happier.

vlad adores how you love vampires just as much as he loves humans. you have always tried to get him to bridge the gap with comte and trust humans again, and although it's not easy he sees your efforts and he loves you for it. you’re strange for not fearing him, for staying by his side throughout all he has done, but he’s glad for it.

faust adores how you’re so honest. you set boundaries and mean them, you tell people off when they’re encroaching on your space, and you make sure the environment you foster around yourself is as lovely as it can be. it makes him smug, knowing you’re so capable and he’s the one that gets to call you his. 

charles adores your fingertips and the way they map out his body, pressing into his scalp to soothe him and trailing down his back when he wants a hug. you’re always so gentle with him, treating him like he’s precious like he’s loved, and he knows he can never get enough of it. you’re so sweet, indulging him like this. he will never be able to stop loving you.

[coquette-girly0824]

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[letterstoear]

Melody of love~ a letter from Mozart

Notes: Mozart x fem reader, fluff, letter, established relationship, Mozart struggles to write a song,

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My love,

Come take a seat beside me in the piano room. You’ve been giving me anxious looks ever since I’ve buried myself deep in the pristine white room. My newest song is centered around love, yet I struggled to compose even a simple melody.

Not a single melody played in my head. I sat on the piano bench only to become flustered about my lack of skills. Looking at you, my muse, resulted in little to no help. This caused me to become anxious and frustrated.

How could I play out this song of love if my muse, my lover, my one… guaranteed no aide. Were my talents as a composer always so pathetic? Had I been a horrible lover in hindsight? Did our melody come to an end? These questions played over and over in my head till I rearranged my thoughts on love.

Our love is simply imperfect. Such is love. Love is far from perfect, it’s messy. Jealousy, anger, happiness, and sadness are arched into a melody of music till it forms a bridge. That very bridge is called love. It’s a timeless song which is different for everyone. My love for you is a violet melody of waterfalls to say simply.

We have our messy anxious moments, but that isn’t all there is to love. Even when we bicker back and forth, I find those moments endearing. Our love is made up of everything we have composed together, like a song. It’s an imperfect love I hold dear to my chest. I hold you dear to me.

I’m glad I finally found an answer to our love song. So, my love, will you come to sit beside me. I want to perform our new song for you. A private concert all for you my lover, my muse, my one.

To make up for lost time,

Mozart

[gunraekae]

a day in the mansion for you

Santa Rosalia by Roberto Ferri

>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

[natimiles]

What is that? (a tattooed reader)

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.

“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.

I don't have tattoos yet, but I really want it. I'd make the first one, but with colors.

Crossposted on AO3.

Masterlists

[rougepancake]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒

FT. Dio Brando; AFAB! Reader

PLAYLIST ; WORD COUNT: 2.8k

My submission for @dolcezzzza’s cabin collab event

WARNINGS: DARK CONTENT. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI. Vampire Dio, rough sex, marking, Dio’s sexy vampire fangs, extremely dubious consent, creepy Dio, non-consensual touching, noncon themes, gore, religious & sacrilegious themes, Dio being treated as a god, slight soft sex??, implied breeding, implied objectification

SUMMARY: You and your… rather odd friend get snowed in a cabin together in the middle of summer. What you don’t know is that he’s withholding some rather interesting information from you. Just what exactly have you gotten yourself into?

Snow. What a beautiful sight it is when it’s falling from the sky. How gorgeous it can be when the light reflects off of it just right. It’s glorious in its own right, as is life.

Regardless of the time of season, snow perseveres. It thrives at the tops of mountains in the coldest of temperatures, shining brightly at those who seek it out.

Snow is the most enjoyable in a cabin. Where one can do as they please and sit up in their chair with a book and a cup of coffee.

That’s exactly why you and your friend booked a cabin in Lapland, Finland.

Though, for whatever reason, your friend was incredibly sensitive to the sunlight. He claimed that he would simply burn alive if he were to ever come into contact with it. This ‘allergy’ of his was the main problem for you while you were trying to book a cabin. Because how in the world were you supposed to find a cabin with little to no sunlight??

“It’s a shame that Jonathan and Erina couldn’t join us.” You looked up from your book and over at your friend, who was sitting in the dark corner of the room, watching the sunset in disgust. He ignored you completely, his eyes fixed on the window. “Oh. Do you want me to close the curtains?”

“It’s snowing.”

“It is indeed.”

A long, pregnant pause followed.

“It’s summer.”

“We’re in Lapland.”

It always snows in Lapland, he ought to know this by now. Actually, he simply just ought to know better. You were the one that paid for the whole thing, and he didn’t seem to respect that one bit. A part of you wanted to think that he expected it of you, but you shut it down immediately. He was your friend. And as much of a douche bag as he was, you didn’t take him as the type to take advantage of you. He wasn’t supposed to take advantage of you.

Your friend sighed heavily and rose to his feet, retreating further into the darkness. He didn’t seem to be in the mood to talk this over with you. He was acting like it was your fault that it was snowing, when, clearly, there was no way for such a thing to be possible. His attitude towards it was really starting to get on your nerves, especially since this vacation was his idea.

“Dio come back,” you frowned as he left. The sun was now setting, which meant he would want to go out soon. Though, you didn’t know why. You never knew why. He’d often leave in the middle of the night, coming and going without saying a word. “Come now, Dio. We can wait for the sun to set together.” You watched him slide on his coat and reach for his boots. “What are you doing?”

“It’s snowing. I want to make sure I can leave later.” With a huff, he leaned against the wall and forced his boots onto his feet. “I do not wish to be stuck here with some harlot. Especially when-” He cut himself off, avoiding your gaze. It was bold of him to call you a harlot when you were the one with the money.

And boy did Dio love money.

“Especially when what, Dio? Do not forget that you’re the one who wanted to come on vacation with me. I’m not going to listen to you bitch and moan like a child, do you understand?” You placed a hand on your hip, your eyes following his movements. He scoffed and shrugged off your comment, his hand resting on the doorknob. He could feel the cold through the wooden door, and he frowned at the thought. Would he really be stuck here with you?

“Don’t speak to me like that.” Dio opened the door and was met with a wall of snow, one that towered over the doorway and ensured that you were stuck with the blonde. Silence swept over the two of you as you took in the awkwardness of your situation. He was clearly upset, slamming the door shut with a grunt before turning to meet your gaze. “Why didn’t you check the forecast?” He growled. His tone of voice caused you to shiver, and your breath caught in your throat. Why was he so mad all of a sudden? What plans did he have that were so damn important that he just had to leave right now?

“Why didn’t you do it yourself? You’re the one who stays cooped up in his room all day and doesn’t leave until night.” You returned his tone, giving him a frustrated look as you spoke. “What do you even do at night, hm? Flaunt around to get laid? I don’t wanna hear it from you. Actually, I don’t wanna hear anything from you for the rest of the trip. I’m the one who paid for it, so suck it up,” you scoffed and stormed off. Your book was waiting for you, as was your peaceful vacation. You weren’t about to let his mood ruin your day.

You could feel his eyes on you as you walked back to the den of the cabin. They practically bore holes into your back, searing straight through your clothing along with your skin. What you had said definitely struck a nerve.

“I suppose there’s nothing I can do about it,” you mumbled to yourself as you reached for your book once again, taking a moment to admire the beautiful summer snow outside of your cabin. Though, the thought of reading now bored you. In fact, you’d much rather chat with that jerk that you called a friend, but he was in too much of a bad mood to allow such a thing to happen. It was a shame that Jonathan hadn’t come, maybe then he’d be able to help you deal with Dio. Or at least he could help you learn how to appease him.

With a huff, you rose from your seat once again. You wanted to head to the kitchen, but you didn’t overly feel like cooking, so you opted out and headed to the conservatory. The snow made the room look brighter as it clung to the windows, reflecting the setting sun beautifully. Damn that snow, leaving you trapped with Dio. What did he even do at night anyways? Was he some form of vampire?? You scoffed at the idea. Vampires didn’t exist, after all. They were merely tall tales created to scare tourists away from historical areas. Nothing more, nothing less.

Though, there were many times where you found yourself questioning if Dio was even a human. It was all in the way that he acted. He carried himself in a way that simply exuded confidence, far more than any other person you’d met. He was incredibly strong, and way more intelligent than Jonathan. Sure they sound like normal things, making him sound like some random try hard from England, but to you that wasn’t the case.

In your mind, Dio Brando was an enigma, about as well understood as God. No one really questioned his actions, because no one was brave enough to challenge him. And it surely didn’t help that he was as intimidating as he was beautiful. His body looked as if it were chiseled and sculpted by the finest of artists, as each muscle was defined in such a sickeningly gorgeous manner that made him hard to ignore.

Regardless of how you felt, you knew that it would be best to push your feelings to the side. Sure he was hot, but he was also an inconsiderate prick. About the only time he cared about anything was if it affected his wellbeing. Though, you and Jonathan were used to it by now.

The more you thought, the more guilty you felt for getting upset with him. It’s not his fault that he can’t go out in the sun, so why blame him for it? That wasn’t fair of you. It was a low blow, really. Maybe you should apologize—

Just then, a rather loud thud came from upstairs, startling you out of your thoughts. The sun had completely set by now, with the full moon shining brightly in the sky behind you. It alarmed you to hear something so disruptive. And as your panic set in, you made your way up the stairs, praying that you wouldn’t find your friend dead on the floor.

“Dio? Are you feeling alright?” You called out, peeking up into the hallway anxiously. Silence met you in response, only to be interrupted by a loud groan from Dio’s bedroom. “Hello? Dio please answer me-“ You scrambled up the stairs, your eyes wide. All you could really hear was the thrumming of your own heart, as it was loud enough to overpower your racing mind.

“Go away.” His voice rang out and you froze. What was with his tone? Had he injured himself? Either way, it drove you to get closer to his room.

“C-Come on, Dio! The most you could do is let me help you!” You paused. What were you saying? You didn’t care about him that much, did you? Hesitantly, you placed your hand on the doorknob to his room. “Dio?” You were answered with another groan, this one seemingly more strained than the last. It was beginning to make you nervous. “I’m coming in-!”

“Did you not hear me wench?!” He shouted at you, his voice seemingly farther away than before. “I said go away!”

His tone caught you off guard, causing you to shake. Was his voice… wavering? No- it couldn’t be. Dio would never show any form of weakness to you, regardless of how close you are. He knew better than that.

You frowned and glared at the door, lowering your hand from the doorknob with a frown.“Fine! Fucking be that way you dick!” You stomped your foot and huffed angrily. Why did you even bother? All your kindness would do was backfire, so there was no point in trying to be nice to him. But you tried anyways, which upset you further.

The sudden sound of his bedroom door flying off its hinges caused you to scream loudly, pure terror spreading throughout your body and forcing you to freeze. His heavy breathing along with yours echoed in the hallway, his heavy steps echoing loudly within your ears. That strength… it was inhuman.

“What did you just call me?” His voice was low, just quiet enough to be menacing. “Don’t be shy, say it again bitch.” He was behind you now, bent over so his lips could hover above the skin on your neck. This was a side of Dio that you had never seen before, and it frightened you. He was much bolder than usual, his hands wandering along your sides as he waited patiently for you to respond to him.

“I said you’re a dick, a real son of a b-bitch,” you didn’t know what came over you, and your body tensed further when his long fingers caressed your throat. You felt like a woman in a medieval painting, cradled by a monster who was too beautiful to be the same creature as you.

“You know, your veins are really something…” Dio trailed off into silence. It was incredibly hard to ignore his lustful tone, and it took everything you had to not turn around and meet his lidded eyes. His hand tightened around your throat, forcing a whine to pass through your lips. You couldn’t believe this was real. Was he really this close to you? Honestly, under different circumstances, you wouldn’t have minded.

For Dio Brando was simply that divine of a being.

“Your blood must taste as amazing as it smells…” The words caught you further off guard, and if you could, you would have run away and never looked back. But why? Dio was supposed to be your friend, someone you could trust to protect you if need be. You shouldn’t be afraid of him. It just didn’t feel right. Even if he was a monster, it didn’t feel right.

Your instinct, nine times out of ten, was right. And you should have listened to it and run, but as Dio led you into his bedroom, you knew it was over. Lines had been crossed, and each step he took dragged you closer to the point of no return. The regret pooling in your stomach was almost great enough to drown out the pain of Dio’s fangs breaking your skin. His sharp nails tore through your clothing, and he wasted no time in tossing them across the room. With every move he made, a plea escaped you, but you argued in vain. Dio couldn’t have cared less, you knew this.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve dreamt of this moment?” He whispered into your ear, his left hand trailing down your bare stomach at a tauntingly slow pace. It stopped at your core, hovering over it as if to prove a point.

His fingers slipped into you with ease, relentlessly stretching your cunt so that you stood a chance at being able to take him. Horrible things were whispered to you, things that made you tighten around his fingers helplessly.

“H-Hah- Dio- don’t stop, please—“ You grabbed his arm and squirmed, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt your high building up. It was an all too familiar feeling, and it was stolen from you within seconds by the monster behind you.

“That’s Lord Dio, to you, got it?” His fangs grazed your neck at the same time his thumb discovered your clit. A whine escaped you, loud and shameful. You couldn’t even form a single coherent sentence, your mind going fully numb as your hips bucked upwards for more friction.

“Yes-! Lord D-Dio, I- ah-“ His thumb pressed down harshly onto your clit, purposefully interrupting you. At this point, there was no telling what his goal was.

“Now, where were we?” Dio rolled you over effortlessly, shoving your face into the pillows with a shit eating grin. “Ah yes, I was about to make you my bitch.” He forced his cock into the heat of your cunt, a low groan escaping him in the process.

Screams and cries echoed throughout the cabin, a cruel reminder that you were alone with the mythical Dio. Yet you couldn’t seem to drown in your remorse, not when he was making you feel so horribly good. It was almost as if you were thankful that he fucked like the god he pretended to be.

A loud groan left him, and he threw his head back in pleasure. His lips were parted in bliss, sweat coating his forehead as his hair fell into his face.

“My my, you took me so well…” He released his grip on you and allowed you to turn around and look at him. His eyes flickered with lust at the sight of your fucked out expression. It was as if the sight of your beauty had stunned him into silence. Was he just now noticing how gorgeous you were?

“L-Lord Dio…” You shifted uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze. His cock was still buried deep inside you, causing a bulge to form on your stomach. It was something you could get high off of.

He leaned in quickly, his eyes shining brightly as he observed you. How many people had he slept with again? And yet, not one of them was able to make him feel this way.

“I could make you a goddess, you know,” Dio whispered, his tone anything but soft. His breathing grew to be heavier than usual, as if he was waiting for you to agree so he could continue blowing your back out. “You would be my queen…”

His hips began to move once more, slower than before so he could feel you better. His eyes didn’t dare to leave yours, his fangs peeking over his lips as he fucked you.

“From now on, you shall be mine. Got it?” His voice was low and quiet, soft grunts escaping him here and there as he picked up his pace. He had reduced you to a whining mess, objectifying you in just about one of the best ways possible.

You thought, at least.

“Let me fill you with my seed, you filthy being,” he called out, his thrusts sloppy and erratic. “Bear my child, give me an heir.”

Rumor has it that what happens in the cold mountains of Lapland is to stay there, forever lost amongst it’s beautiful scenery. No one speaks about what they’ve seen, for they immediately forget once they lay their eyes upon the glorious yearlong snow.

Ah, snow. It gleams underneath the summer sun, as if to smile at its enemies. How beautiful it can be in its perseverance, spreading its numbing cold to the areas around it effortlessly.

Snow is the most enjoyable in a cabin, where one can kick up their feet and read a book beside the fireplace with a cup of coffee.

That’s exactly why you and your friend booked a cabin in Lapland, Finland.

[lowkeyren]

it’s the anon that begged for a moze fic. WHERE IS THE MOZE FIC ON UR WIPS. ADD IT (no pressure). Please I’ll literally do anything I swear I’ll like get down on my knees and make a summoning circle with candles at 3am and say your name and moze’s name 666 times if it means you’ll write a moze fic. WHERES THE HONOURABLE MENTION YOU PROMISED??? WHERE IS MOZES HONOUR??? TICE BEE RHREBRDIJW. FELT SO BETRAYED. WHRRJJFO???? HELLO?!2!?Vv?! WHERE IS MPEZ. MPZE. MOZE. PLEASE . ILL DELETE MY ACCLUNT IF NO MOZE FIC PLEASE OH MY GOD PLEASE AT LEAST PUT IT ON UR WIP LIST U ARE SO GOOD AR WRITING A MOZE FIC WOULD BE SO SCRUMPTIOUS. WHERE ARE THE DHFJRJW MOZE FANS. ACTUALLY🤦💻💻akakajNz 📻🖱️💾📻💾🎛️📻💽 DID THEY DESPAWN??? WHERE ATE THEMOZE FANS LIKE WHAT THEYRE LACKING. PLEASE 🙏 HONOURABLE MENTION. PLEASE. PLEASSE. ID DO ANYTHING ID STRIP NAKED ANS RUN DOWN A STREET AND START A MOZE CULT IDK ALL FOR A MOZE FIC. ALL FOR THE MOZE LORD. 🙏 PLEASEE… ILL ACTUALLY DO ANYTHING ILL SELL MY KIDNEY AND MY HOUSE AND MY DOG PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE MOZE FIC PLEASSE TELL ME WHEN TELL ME WHY TELL ME WHO TELL ME HOW TELL ME WHERE PLEASE MOZE 🙏 IM ACTUALLY WEYRJN please.. please… grace me with the salvation of a moze fic… nirvana… I’ve been waiting for months… years…. My life leads up to this moment…JUST A CONFORMATION THAT IUR SGILL COOKING UP ONE TY UR SO GOOD AT WRITING 😭😭😭

guys i think they might like moze or smt idk tho

HELP ILY OGNSHEJM??@£!1%!?1

the way i only removed moze from my wips recently (it was the sparring fic, cus i have smt else planned for him for halloween :3)

ILL INCLUDE A HONOURABLE MENTION OF MOZE ON MY UPCOMING JQ FIC IN HONOUR OF YOU DONT YOU WORRY ur ritual worked the demons have spoken to me 😓🙏🏻

now i know i have at least 1 moze fan here and if i ever post a moze fic someone will enjoy it... very much!!!! 😁

dont be discouraged im sure theyre more like you out there, ive put the net down now we just wait n see 😈‼️

[vampoii]

⎯⎯ CATAN IS THE WORK OF THE DEVIL (CATAN SATAN, COINCIDENCE??)

itafushikugi x gn!reader

summary: who knew playing a simple board game would cause so much mistrust and stupid looks.

word count: 658

notes: something short for my favorite trio :p

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"C'mon, it's not that hard to build a road," You provoked, smiling at the ginger haired girl as she was deep in thought, furrowing her eyebrows as she weighed her odds.

She shushed you with her pointer finger, dividing the cards in her hands and glancing between the board and her deck: it was later in the game so every move counted.

You went to speak again, earning an elbow to the side from Megumi: Nobara was already highly competitive and didn't need egging on from you, an equally competitive person.

"Ow," you muttered weakly, shooting him a look as you held your side with your spare hand. He avoided your gaze and waited for Nobara to make her move.

She closed her eyes, holding out her cards to Megumi. "Here!"

He arched an eyebrow, examining the cards. "What are you trying to do?"

You glanced over his shoulder and did nothing to hide your laughter. "Two brick and a sheep?"

"No, it's a wheat and ore."

"Two brick." You grabbed the cards out of Megumi's hand before he could object, showing them to Nobara. "See?"

Sheepishly, she took the cards and gave the correct cards to him, sending daggers towards you with her eyes as you burst into a fit of laughter. "...my turn's over."

You grabbed the die, rolling a 7. Everyone switched up their demeanor, pleading with you to not move the robber on their resource.

"I gave you three sheep that one time–"

"I'll let you use my 3:1 port–for free!”

"I'll give you 4 brick right now!"

You eyed them all, giving a long, drawn out thought to each plea before placing the robber on Nobara's sheep: she had been getting multiple of them and using her port to trade them in for the other resources that she lacked.

"You–I'm not forgetting this!" She huffed, holding out her deck for you, allowing you to grab a wood she had been holding onto. "Repick!"

"Sorry, rules are rules." You shrugged, handing in 2 brick and 2 wood. You placed the roads on the board, reaching over to grab Megumi's longest road card. "And I'll take this."

The darker haired boy furrowed his eyebrows, refusing to place the cards in their piles. "I've never given you any brick."

"I traded them in earlier," You defended.

"You already used them."

"No I didn't, they're right there."

"You're using your technique!" Nobara accused, slamming her hands against the table as she pointed a finger at you.

"No I'm not!"

( You were. )

Megumi checked through the piles, finding mismatched cards in every resource pile. "Have you... been doing this all game?"

You couldn't defend yourself after the evidence was brought to light, looking at the board for any out. "It doesn't matter anyways, Yuuji already won."

"What," the other three all said in unison, staring at the board and then towards Yuuji.

"Did I?" He asked, looking at his cards and at the board.

Megumi counted up his points, staring dumbfoundedly at him. "You have 15 points."

"You have 15 and didn't say anything?" Nobara hit Yuuji's shoulder, falling back into her seat.

"I thought you could only get points with these." He flipped over his development cards, showing 5 more victory points.

"20?" You yelled, staring in disbelief at the boy.

"Did you even listen to the rules?" Megumi asked.

"Yeah, build roads and buy cards."

"That's not what I said."

"I can't believe Yuuji won," You whined, Nobara joining your side: you were one point away from winning.

"We can play again," he offered, sheepishly smiling as he handed over his cards to Megumi.

“Let's just watch a movie.” Megumi noticed the anger and disappointment radiating off of both you and Nobara, knowing that if they were to play another game, the two of you would do more than just pout.

“I can’t believe you cheated,” Nobara muttered.

“Two brick and a sheep.”

“Shut up.”