#cybird jean

[writingwhimsey]

Hi. Is there still time to send in requests for the Smut is In the Air event? I meant to send this earlier but I had an anxiety attack...

Can you do 4 with Jean? Straight up smut, proper for this mating season

Sorry if this is late. And no need to do it if something about it bothers you...

Thank you for the request sweet anon! And I completely understand the anxiety. I appreciate what it took for you to work up the nerve to request it. And knowing that, I truly hope you enjoy this!

Smut Is In the Air Event

Suitor: ikevamp Jean

Prompt: "Stop looking at me like that or my knees will not hold me any longer."

NSFW 18+ content

Heat

“Ow!” I yelped as I lifted my hand to my forehead, rubbing the spot Sebastian had just flicked. “What was that for?”

“You were drifting off again.” Sebastian answered. “You’ve been polishing the same fork for thirty minutes.”

I sighed. “Right, sorry.”

“Something troubling you?” Sebastian asked.

“I just…I feel like Jean has been avoiding me lately.” I answered with a sigh. “He’s been working more and when he’s not working, he;s training with Napoleon. I can’t even seem to get him to talk to me.”

“I can see why that would trouble you.” Sebastian replied. “Especially when I thought things were going extremely well between you two.”

“I thought so too.” I replied. “I just keep thinking maybe I did something wrong…”

“I am sure it wasn’t anything like that.” Sebastian replied…a look on his face telling me he knew something.

“You’ve heard something.” I accused. “I should have known the butler always knows everything.”

Sebastian sighed. “I just happened to overhear a conversation between le Comte and Monsieur Jean.” He admitted. “But I don’t think I should repeat it.”

“Sebastian, please tell me what you know?” I pleaded.

He hesitated a moment before heaving a sigh. “It seems that on occasion…vampires when they have met their true love can experience…a heat if you will, especially during the spring and summer months.”

I blinked. “Heat?”

Sebastian nodded. “Yes…and it can cause such strong desires whenever they are near the person they love…so strong they may not always be able to control themselves.”

“So…you think Jean is…experiencing this and…” 

“He’s afraid he will hurt you if he gives in.” Sebastian finished my thought for me. “Often for vampires a strong desire can also come with a strong blood lust.”

“I see.” I replied, finally understanding…and having affection well up within my chest. Of course, hearing this news made up my mind for me and I began to plan what I would do. I mentally finished my plan as I finished polishing the silver.

Later that night…

After I had finished my work for the day, I took a bath before changing into a negligee and then wrapping a robe over myself before heading to Jean’s room. I was happy when I found him there. “Jean, can I come in?”

“You…you mustn’t mademoiselle.” Jean called from the other side of the door.

I opened it anyways and stepped inside. “Jean, please don’t send me away?” 

“You…you don’t know the thoughts I am having right now.” Jean replied. “You should stay away.”

“How can I stay away from the man I love?” I replied, looking at him in concern, He honestly looked like he was in pain.

“I…”

“Sebastian explained what’s going on.” I replied, stepping closer.

Jean wouldn’t look at me. “Please…I…I don’t want to end up hurting you.”

I stepped closer still, lifting my hand and bringing it to the side of his face. “Jean, I know you won’t hurt me…besides you’re the one who seems to be in pain right now.”

“I…I will survive it.” 

“But why suffer when you don’t have to?” I asked. “I love and trust you Jean. Just as I know you love me.” I was then removing my robe, letting Jean see the thin silk and lace I wore beneath. “Just take what you need to end your pain…and mine.”

Jean’s gaze drank in my form before meeting my own. 

I gave him a look that was somewhere between seductive and pleading. “Jean, it’s been torture not being with you these last few days. Please, just let us both have what we want?”

Jean’s breath caught. “Stop…looking at me like that or my knees will not hold me any longer.”

“Jean…” I breathed his name, not taking my gaze from his.

Jean seemed to debate with himself for a few moments before wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into a passionate kiss.I responded, wrapping my own arms around him and eagerly parting my lips for his prodding tongue.

I was breathless by the time Jean broke the kiss. His lips trailed down the side of my neck, over my collarbone….between my breasts. Slowly, he sank down to his knees in front of me, kissing down the front of my body as he went. 

“I am…sorry…” He murmured between kisses. “I love…you…and I only wished to…protect you…”

“Hng…I know…you wouldn’t…hurt me…Jean…I love you…too.” I replied breathlessly, my hands going to play in his beautiful locks.

His fingers teased at my thigh through the slit in my clothes before his lips soon joined the party. “I will…hold myself back…as much as I can…”

“No…take…take what you need Jean…I want it…too.”

Jean looked up at me, his one visible eye widened a moment before narrowing in affection. He kissed my thigh once again even as he moved his hands to brace my hips. I soon felt the sharp pang in my thigh. That pang only lasted a moment as the pleasure soon washed over me.

“Ngh…Ah…Jean!” I cried out as he drank from my thigh. As the pleasure wracked my body, i could feel my legs beginning to tremble.

Slowly, Jean withdrew his fangs from me, looking up at me with a hazy expression. He rose slowly, picking me up bridal style and carrying me over to the bed, gently laying me down. “I… I want more…not of your blood, but of you…”

I smiled up at my lover. “I had hoped…you weren’t done. I want more of you, too.”

Jean gasped before taking off his clothes and then positioning himself over me. “I should never forget…how much you love me.” He said as he took me in his arms and kissed me.

I wrapped my arms around him, pressing myself closer as our kiss deepened. I traced my fingertips over his strong back. I moaned into the kiss when I felt his fingers slip inside the slit of my negligee, teasing my thigh before moving to my clit.

“Ngh…Jean!” I moaned with each stroke of his skillful fingers against my sensitive bud. Even more moans escaped me when he slid two fingers inside.

My hips bucked in time with the motion of his hand. His name spilled from my lips over and over again as my release drew nearer. Though just before I could finish, he withdrew his fingers. I pouted up at him.

Jean gave me a smile, kissing me on the lips as he slid his length inside me. “I’m sorry, but I couldn’t wait any longer.” He told me and then began his thrusts.

“Ngh…no… apologies needed.” I replied. “Especially…not now.”

We clung to each other, my hips bucking to meet each of his thrusts. I could feel my pleasure building, that coil deep inside me winding tighter and tighter. I was at the edge…and was pushed over when I felt Jean’s fangs sink into the tender flesh of my neck.

“Ngh…Ah, Jean!” I cried out, clinging to my love as he brought me the most unimaginable pleasure.

Again and again that night, we made love. We finally fell asleep, utterly spent as the sun came up. I felt safe and secure, wrapped in the arms of my love. It didn’t matter to me how long this heat he was experiencing would last…but I didn’t mind it in the least.

Taglist: @limonzu @zulablaise @kisara-16 @tele86 @otomewonderland5 @lovely-bubb1es @lucyw260

[memoria-99]

Ikemen Vampire: Guys before the plastic surgery

[chevlvrs]

I love sad men

[weird-profiterole]

FINALLY POSTING IT

Inspired by screenshots from @annis-rodoria-93 (here)

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[ana-thedaydreamer]

Happy Birthday our mansion maroron, Jean 🥳

Here is Jean after almost got the kitchen exploded; everyone told him to go change before starting his birthday party 🥳😤

[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

[slowlypalefire]

*sees Isaac walking*

Mitsuki(MC) : Do you think he whimpers?

Arthur : Yes.

---

Mitsuki: Treat the spiders the way you want to be treated.

Jean : Killed without hesitation.

Mitsuki : We're going to therapy.

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Mitsuki :All i attract is broken people, please stop it, I'm not bob the builder.

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Belle : So what did you do in your free time?

Gilbert: I stalk people.

Belle: Ok... i like to read in my free time.

Gilbert: I know.

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*Hugging Sariel*

Belle: Y'all are fighting your demons while I'm inlove with mine.

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Belle: How do you tall people sleep when blanket isn't covering you at all?

Luke: Belle, please, it's 2 in the morning.

Belle: can't sleep at all huh?...

Belle: ... is it because of the blanket?...

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Clavis: That's one of my biggest fears, like if I ever woke up as a food...

Belle: *sipping ☕*

Belle: You would eat yourself?

Clavis: Yes, i wouldn't even question it.

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Clavis: I really like this whole good girl,bad guy's thing you guys have going on.

Gilbert: It's not an act, it's just that I'm a criminal and Belle isn't.

[ike-garden2024]

Goodness 🫢 He seems really pissed off 😂

Sometimes forgetting the context of a screenshot is amusing… especially when the character is just angry as hell 😂

Please tell me if I’m misremembering, but doesn’t Comte basically tell him “you can try if it’ll make you feel better”??? 😂

[ragyragd0ll]

There where too many characters to add in 1 pole, sorry.

[weirdwriter69]

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Jean's Bday Event Screen

[chevlvrs]

Save me pretty man with an eyepatch

[weird-profiterole]

"The idea the Isaac Newton invented Gravity"

Inspired from a silly discussion we got with @yanderepuck

And if you ask Jean how comes he didn't see the English floating around during war, he would answer "because they were wearing armors obviously."

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[ana-thedaydreamer]

Ikemen Vampire - High School AU - Student ID Card Version

Vampire Academy - School Year 2019 - Arc 1 suitors

You are a new transfer student into the academy, your new teacher hands you a student list in your class, who is gonna be your study buddy 🤭

Class President: Napoleon Bonaparte - Fav subject: P.E

Class Vice President: Isaac Newton - Fav subject: Physics

Music Club President: Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart - Fav subject: Music

Art Club President: Leonardo Da Vinci - Fav subject: Non-specific (born genius, Class sleepy-head)

Art Club Member: Theodorus and Vincent Van Gogh - Fav subject: English (Theo - for wise communication), Art (Vincent)

The silent member: Jean D’Arc - Fav subject: P.E (P.E bestie with Napoleon)

Literature Club President: Arthur Conan Doyle - Fav subject: Literature, Math

Here are their student card 😆😆😆😆😆

[gunraekae]

having an off day 2

Ophelia by Sir John Everett Millais

>ikemen vampire

>mansion residents (+bonus) x reader

>a/n: the second half of your off day. here is how your morning and early afternoon went.

Leonardo da Vinci

While Leonardo isn’t necessarily your responsibility to awaken (he could really be anywhere in or out of the mansion, it’s far too much effort for anyone to find him and urge him to eat. Let’s not forget he’s an immortal vampire, he doesn’t even need to.), a small and guilty part of you tends to seek him out anyway. He’d done a lot for you when you first stumbled into the mansion and has acted as one of the main components of your support system since then. 

It was nearing noon and after you’ve awoken Napoleon, Leonardo was surprisingly awake and in the library. Perched upon one of the oak armchairs by the window, the sunlight streaming through the glass painted him in a glorious light – reminding you of the timeless beauty the purebloods possess. He looked like he was in one of his own paintings, and you would be a villain to disturb that. 

Still, his vampiric senses had a lower threshold than the others and he could sense your presence (or really, smell your blood) before you even opened the library doors. 

“Surprised I’m up so early, cara mia?” The husky rumble of his baritone voice always sent pleasant shivers down anyone’s spine. His golden eyes, brightened by the sunlight, peered above the book he held in one hand straight at yours. 

“I suppose.”

“Hmm… come closer will you?” His wolfish eyes narrowed in disdain at your lethargic response. Reluctantly, you follow his command and sit across from him at the window. He discards his book, leaning on his knees to get a better look at your morose disposition. A displeased hum, then he places a finger under your chin to move your face even closer to his. 

“That won’t do. Such an emotion dims your eyes.” His artist-eye grazes over your face, observing your downturned lips and your swollen, teary eyes. A knowing smirk, and he settles back on the armchair. He leans on the armrest, the slouching figure alluring in his own charm. 

“You’re a smart girl. You can guess what’ll happen next, can’t you?” His handsome smirk grows at your knowing sigh. 

“Just don’t throw me over your shoulder this time.” 

“No promises, cara mia.” He huffs as he rises and moves to your side. With a motion for you to raise your arms, he at least carries you princess-style as he speeds to the mansion’s exit. 

It’s not entirely unpleasant being in Leonardo’s strong arms, and you find the warmth almost soothing to your turbulent thoughts. He takes you to your signature spot: a small dock on one of the more solitary ends of the Seine river. He wants to give you the princess treatment, so he’ll slowly row the two of you down the water. 

On the romantic boat-ride through the Seine, with Leonardo’s golden eyes trained on your face and giving you his full attention, it would be quite difficult to resist confiding in him. In your lowest moments so far, he’d been nothing short of comforting — holding you in his arms when you were afraid during your first night, sleeping outside your door for the following week, and whisking you away from your chores to dispel the unhealthy façade you kept up. 

In fact, a small part of Leonardo is ecstatic that you felt safe and comfortable enough with him and the other residents that you could freely express your more negative emotions with them (but hopefully mostly with him. Forgive him, he can be a bit possessive). 

However long it takes you to quell the darkness in your mind, Leonardo is there to receive anything you throw at him. He can wrap you in a warm embrace and caress your back, offer you wise advice to your problems, or just listen to your thoughts. Whatever you need most, Leonardo will give it to you. 

Leonardo hopes you’ll always run into his arms any time you have problems and allow him to fix it, like he does with machines. That being said, he doesn’t mind seeking you out and literally carrying you away from your responsibilities to ease your torment. Wrapped in his big, strong arms and shielded from your worries, it’d be difficult not to feel at ease with this loveable dork. Anything and everything you ask for he’ll deliver, and if you don’t know what that is, he’ll give you a familiar experience that comforted you in the past. There isn’t much that fazes him with his long years on Earth, but just the teary sheen over your eyes is enough to twist his heart in painful knots. 

Isaac Newton

Lost in his bustling mind and distracted by an equation he couldn’t quite solve last night, he unfortunately only caught Theo’s grumbles of “pouring his own damn coffee,” and your departing figure to the kitchen. He thought nothing of it, believing Theo was just being his usual insufferable self and holed up in his study for the day.

If you weren’t responsible for delivering lunch to him, he’d have never caught wind of your off-character today. So when your voice behind his door lacked its usual lively pitch, he wanted to bash his head open for not noticing it during breakfast. 

When you entered his study you quietly placed the tray on one of his tables, wishing for an easy escape from his calculating rosy eyes. At your quickly retreating figure, the swirling worries in Isaac’s head scolded him for his indifference and how that coldness definitely would break your heart. He grasped at your sleeve and pulled you with more force than he intended, landing your entire upper body on his lap. (You’ll have to forgive his awkward execution, he really means well.)

“I’m terribly sorry mc! I didn’t mean to do that.” He bristles and helps you regain your composure. “Actually, I did intend to pull you closer. I want to apologise as well for not noticing you sooner. I should have been the first to seek you out.” While he does mean what he says, he finds that maintaining eye contact is a bit difficult and from his blushing ears, you can tell he’s just nervous. 

“The first? Isaac, you don’t have to do anything.” Similar to him, you felt ashamed that he felt obligated to comfort you. Isaac, upon noticing that, wildly shook his hands in firm rejection of that implication.

“Not at all! You’ve always been there for me mc; defending, accompanying, encouraging me. Perhaps it’s even a bit selfish, but seeing your smile is the highlight of my day. Without it, I find I’m in a bit of a bind, as you can see.” He gestures for the messy scrawls of that damn equation he can’t seem to solve. 

“I hope you won’t let Theo’s boorish manners bother you. And I hope you won’t mistake my foolishness for indifference either. I want to be here for you, mc. I’m not like Napoleon, so I admit this doesn’t come easy to me, but I want to be close to you.” Isaac rises from his chair to move closer to you. 

Despite his rapid pulse, his trembling hands find yours and squeeze them gently. “Please tell me all that ails you, all your frustrations, and stresses, and allow me to do for you what you’ve always done for me.” 

His sincerity is touching. Isaac sits you down on one of the seats by his table and offers you half the sandwich you made for him. Whatever you indulge Isaac with, he eagerly accepts. He can’t help the fascinated gleam in his eyes at the unfiltered emotions in your expression — in fact, his heart actually warms at being able to do this for you. 

It was inevitable that a few tears escaped your eyes; while it did sink his heart, Isaac seized the opportunity to be closer to you. In a surprising show of boldness, he tucks a strand that obscured your face, behind your ear. “Thank you, darling, for showing me this side of you.” He murmured intimately. 

“Isaac, you’re—”

The confidence that deluded him in that moment quickly dissipated at your surprised face. “I apologise! I’m not sure what came over me then.” Perhaps it was because it was just you and him, and he found your presence far easier to relax in than anyone else, but he found it in him to laugh. 

“You’re really a wolf in sheep’s clothing sometimes.”

“You can blame my teasing on yourself. After all, you’re the reason my new life is more hectic—” Isaac chuckles “but I can’t say that hasn’t made it so much happier.” 

After supper, Isaac timidly approaches you in the kitchen. “I’ve set up my telescope out in the yard tonight… Would you care to join me?” 

Laying on the soft grass with Isaac was incredibly soothing, the picturesque night sky splattered with the many shining stars, unpolluted by the 19th century Paris city. Isaac would focus the lens on specific constellations and allow you to view them through the telescope. While you admired its brightness, he’d excitedly tell you about each one. Eventually, the day’s fatigue would catch up to you, and Isaac, noticing it, would seat himself a little bit closer to you, in hopes you’d lay your head on his ready shoulder. 

Finally, soft peace had settled on your hardened features. It was during moments like these with you that Isaac envied the artists’ talents — they could capture this moment for eternity and he only had his memory to keep the sight in his mind. In spite of that regret though, a part of him was proud that it was him who could witness this adorable sight. 

While extremely awkward in execution, Isaac’s heart breaks in two at the mere thought of you feeling upset. This is worsened when it takes him longer than the others to notice it — couple that with his less-than-stellar social skills, and he’s bound to mess up in the process. But his sweet intentions shine through his small, affectionate gestures and his eagerness to listen to you. It’s quite adorable how happy he feels that he can finally return some semblance of what you’ve done for him. He’d provide his room as a safe space, but he’ll also gladly bring his telescope and stargaze with you in the courtyard. If you doze off, he’ll offer his shoulder and feel blessed that you shared your day with him, the feeling even sweeter knowing that it was him you chose to spend the evening with. 

Jean d’Arc

Part of your evening routine was to meet with Jean in the library after supper and practice writing. Tonight, despite your mood, you felt it would be far too cruel to abandon poor Jean, who found it hard to spend time with others; it was only through these sessions that you could foster a connection with the elusive man. 

Jean was extremely blessed that your radiant presence was in the library for him tonight. Napoleon had informed him earlier of your despondent spirits. Initially, it spurred an almost murderous glint in Jean’s eye at whoever had caused you suffering, but with Napoleon’s clarification, his rage on your behalf settled into a thorny discontent.

Of all people to suffer torment, why did it have to be mc; his radiant angel? The kind soul who ensured that night-after-night, she found time to teach and accompany him? It was because of your beautiful self that his chest was not as heavy with the weight of his sins everyday. And yet, you also had to endure these torturous emotions, despite all that you’d done for him. It truly did not make sense in Jean’s mind. It should be monsters like him that suffer, not angels like you. 

So Jean resolved it within himself that he would do all that he could to alleviate the weight in your heart and fight the shadows that dared to dim the brightness in you. 

Unbeknownst to you, after his work he wrote a letter that communicated his sincere appreciation and sheer affection for you, far better than he could verbally. He wrote of his sadness that a person like you, who cared so much for others and always put themselves last, suffered behind a smile. He longed to one day be as expressive as the writers (he never thought the day would come that he’d envy the likes of Arthur or Dazai) so that he could comfort you directly with words instead of having to convey all his sentiments through a letter. 

Safe to say that when Jean handed you his clumsily penned letter, tears immediately rushed down  your face at his touching sincerity. Jean grew alarmed, blaming himself for causing you further distress. You stopped him from kneeling on the ground for repentance and instead, wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. 

“Thank you Jean. You’re much kinder than you think.” Jean would be a touch flustered, but would wrap an arm around your shoulders to offer you the comforting embrace he only dreamed he could give you. And yet, here he was, finally able to offer you at least a semblance of peace in small payment for all you’ve unknowingly done for him. 

It was absolutely unfathomable to Jean that such a radiant and kind person like you had to suffer some of the torturous thoughts like he had. It felt wrong that God would allow those thoughts to plague your brilliant mind; so Jean, aware of his shortcomings in this department, would absolutely try his best to fight your demons for you. Words were extremely difficult for Jean to convey, but he’d try to make you proud by doing so in a letter. Your brightness prevented him from succumbing to the haunting shadows of his past. His sheer devotion and protectiveness for you would be revealed in that letter, but if you needed him to support you in-person: whether by embracing you in his strong arms, punching out your frustrations on his sturdy chest, or burying your face in his neck to block out the world, Jean would do all of it for you. 

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

The day had stretched on, and while most of your heartache was eased from the residents’ efforts, insomnia purged your rest nonetheless. You knew that remaining under your warm blankets would change nothing of your predicament, so perhaps a short walk (by the mansion’s standards) to the kitchen for a glass of water would arouse drowsiness back in your hazy mind. 

On your way, you passed by Mozart’s studio. Tonight he played a more serene song, the soft notes floating through the air and quelling some of the remaining despair in your head. You didn’t mean to, as you knew that Mozart hated to be disturbed while practising (really only for the men — it was difficult to be upset at you), but you lingered by his ivory doors. 

Suddenly, his song ceased. “Come in, mc.” Startled at the fact that he heard you, and even more at recognising you from what little sound you made, you were compelled to follow his command. 

Mozart was always a vision to look at: the moonlight streaming through the gap in his window was reflected in his alabaster locks. Awaiting for you, his deep purple eyes were unreadable as it scanned your figure. If you looked even closer, there was a discernible trace of worry that twisted his brows. 

“What was with you today?” Not one to mince words, Mozart hit right where it was sensitive. 

“It’s nothing of concern.” Mozart huffed indignantly. To you this resembled his usual shortness with you, but inside, he was deeply envious at the fact that you opened up to everyone except him today. Wanting to remedy that inconsistency, he rose from his seat and advanced towards you. 

“Liebchen.” He insisted as he reached for your hand. 

“You have enough to worry about, Wolf.”

“And I want you to be one of them.” As opposed to his usual rough manners with you, he softly stroked your knuckles. Since he knew that it would be difficult for you to dredge up and unearth your worries once again, he settled for providing you a small piece of comfort for the night. 

Mozart gently guided you by the wrist to sit beside him before his grand piano. 

“Would you like to try a duet I drafted recently? I haven’t been able to complete it because I had no partner—” he trailed his fingers from your wrist to your hands to unclench them “until now.” He delicately intertwined his long fingers around yours and gave your hand a loving squeeze. Then, he carefully guided your hands down to the piano keys. 

He slowly taught you a small part of the song, and within a few tries, you were quick enough to match the tempo he had in mind. Your attempt at the duet together went as well as expected, the discordant notes completely altering the softly romantic song to a playful one instead. 

To your surprise, a loud chuckle burst out of Mozart. “How clumsy,” he said, his eyes squinting in unadulterated affection. 

If you confide in Mozart of your lingering disturbance and your insomnia, Mozart will guide you toward the bedroom connected to his studio. Mozart had to fluff up the unused pillows but urged you under the covers anyway. He’d leave the door open and play the most soothing lullaby on his piano to quell your sleeplessness. 

Mozart is rather brusque and difficult to approach — painfully aware of that, he knew he wasn’t the first you’d approach, as much as it hurts him to admit that fact. Still, when the opportunity arose later that night with just the two of you, Mozart jumped at the chance to ease your pain. He’d try to cheer you up in his own way, but ultimately does what he knows best. He doesn’t play for anyone at all, and while many of his songs are dedicated to important historical figures, he documents a few pieces solely to you and caters to whatever you need most at that moment. Tonight, he plays an improvised song of yearning: he imagines a quiet man, unable to properly express the depth of his love for his dearest one, humming this soothing lullaby to send his suffering love to slumber. 

Bonus: William Shakespeare

Unfortunately, Will is physically and figuratively out of the loop with the happenings in the mansion. Your off day being one of the most regrettable events that he missed out on. 

He longed to have witnessed the harsh colours of despair taint your lovely visage and have been the man to lift that darkness. 

He yearns to have been the loving angel to embrace you while your tears wet the earth. He imagines that black roses and blue violets would grow from your tears that watered the ground. 

He longs to have been the dashing knight that whisked you away from your responsibilities and brought you to a secret place that only the two of you knew about. The intimacy of being the only one to witness your vulnerable side was tragically enticing for him. 

How fortunate the mansion residents were to bear witness to all the mesmerising dimensions you had. Capricious Fate has tricked him yet again in this instance as he can only hear about this event from Vincent. How tragic was he that he had only his imagination to provide him inaccurate images of your tainted beauty that day. 

While he knew this day had long passed, he couldn’t stop his longing fingers from scribing a letter to you, urging a visit as soon as possible so that he may offer a belated gift of comfort and perhaps, selfishly, indulge in your presence. 

He’d deliver a bouquet of those blue violets, carnations, and chrysanthemums to you (thanks in part to his vampiric benefactor), coupled with an expensive gift of several rings (so that you may imagine it was his fingers intertwined with yours) and a floral perfume that matches the flowers. 

Bonus: Vlad

After your boat-ride with Leonardo, the two of you idly strolled about town. Leonardo quickly left to purchase a box of cigarillos from a foreign vendor, the limited stock too alluring for him to pass up on. You insisted on waiting on a nearby bench, a little ways away from the busy stand. 

“A storm is brewing behind those lovely eyes. I wonder what caused it and what incompetent ward has allowed it to continue.” Vlad’s sweet voice sounded right beside your ear. You jumped, much to his amusement, but the underlying protectiveness under that pleasant expression was marked by you nonetheless. 

“Has he been overworking you?” 

You hastily quell the accusation Vlad threw in the air. 

“I wonder what could be the cause of those dark clouds in my darling’s eyes.” Vlad sighs in stark concern, lifting a hand to your temple gently massaging it. 

“I wonder what worries your pretty head.” He moves that same hand to your forehead and smooths the wrinkles there. 

“And I wonder what caused these soft lips to frown.” He trails his fingers from your head down to your cheek, and finally on your lower lip. The delicate way he handled your face felt as if you were a newly bloomed flower that was too sensitive to nature’s forces and required Vlad’s devoted care. 

There was both gentleness and a stark possessiveness with how familiarly and easily he glided his fingers across your face. It seemed he longed to touch even more of you, but found restraint and settled in tucking your hair away from your face instead. 

“If you stayed in my castle instead of his mansion, you won’t know any misery or work.” He longingly stroked the ends of your hair and eventually trailed his fingers to meet with your hands. Upon closer inspection, Vlad laments the dryness from cleaning products on your hands. He lovingly strokes your knuckles before lifting them to his lips kissing each one. 

“Cara mia, I don’t have to beat this guy to get him to back off, do I?” 

A painful expression overtook Vlad’s sweet face, and with great reluctance, he backs off as per Leonardo’s request. 

“Such brutes he houses. No wonder my flower has withered in their company.” 

Before Leonardo could provoke him further, you led him away from Vlad, whose eyes longingly followed you until you were out of his sight. 

Bonus: Charles-Henri Sanson

While waiting for Arthur to pay for his gifts for you, you sat on a bench outside the busy store. A pair of familiar lilac eyes brightened at the sight of your figure. He bounded over to you like a loving puppy reuniting with its owner. This unfortunately startled you as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders from behind. 

“Mc! It’s been way too long since I’ve seen you. I really really really missed you.” He murmured while nuzzling his face into your neck. To your relief, he reluctantly released you from his hold, only to sit right next to you. 

Only when he could take a closer look at your expression does his cheerful face crumble. He tenderly cups your face and mourns the wistful spirit of it. “My poor mc, what happened?” 

You shook your head, unable to meet his worried eyes. This breaks Charles-Henri’s heart even further as he wishes he could take whatever was bothering you and replace it with his love instead. In that thought process an idea springs into his head. 

He takes your hand, and after squeezing it, places it near his heart. “I want you to channel all your sadness into this hand and give it all to me instead.” His silly charade breaks you out of your stupor, and since you don’t have the heart to reject his sweet lilac eyes, you relent and play along. 

“Good girl. Now, I’m going to channel all my love for you in my hand and place it in your heart. Ready?” He places his hand on your chest and playfully scrunches his face as if he was straining. “Mmmm… there! Did you feel my love enter you?” 

Ignoring the suggestive statement and the even more suggestive position you two were in, his hopeful face was too innocent to reject. 

“Yes, I think I felt a little bit of warmth enter me just now.” 

Charles-Henri’s face lit up in adorable joy. 

“Whatever you’re going through, I know you can overcome it. You’ve healed the darkness in me, and many others’ and we owe you for that.”

“Thank you Charles.”

A satisfied hum left his lips as he leaned even closer to you.

“I love you so much mc—”

“You can scamper off now, Sanson.” Arthur’s annoyed voice sounded from behind you. Charles willfully ignored him as he continued to squeeze your hand. 

“I hope you can feel my love whenever you’re sad like this—”

“Leave, old boy! Can’t you see she’s had enough of you?” 

“Come visit me and the others at the church soon!” Almost comically, Arthur drags Charles away by his collar. He turns around and waves at you. It’s a bit embarrassing to admit, but a small smile reached its way to your lips at Charles' cute antics. 

thank you once again for taking the time to read my writing. there were a few I wasn't too satisfied with, but I hope you liked it nonetheless.

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poor Jean 😞