#when he wasn't in mozart i had a feeling this was coming

[fruchtchen]

벤허 (2023) - 박은태 (유다 벤허)

Ben-Hur (2023) - Park Eun-tae (Judah Ben-Hur)

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[ghouldump]

hi i love your writing unfortunately there aren't many fics for the iwtv so tysm!!

i was wondering if you could write something about louis lestat and claudia with a (vamp?) reader that accidently timetraveld

Back In My Arms | Lestat x Reader x Louis

ෆ time traveling accidentally and you're able to relive bittersweet memories.

thank you and I agree, especially the amc version compared to the movie. The other posts are coming, but I had to rush and get this one out because it was so gut wrenching for me 😭 LOL

“What do you think? The blue or the purple,” you held the dresses to your body.

“I prefer your birthday suit,” Lestat said over the classical music, making you roll your eyes at him. Could he ever be serious when you needed him to be?

“Louis,” you called out, wanting a real opinion.

“Hm? Oh, the purple” he was hardly listening, more focused on the pages of the book.

“So the blue, got it,” you grumbled, storming away, to finish packing your things.

“Ma chèrie, why are you leaving again? It truly makes no sense to me why you remain friends with this mortal,” Lestat said.

“I don't see why you care, it's not like either of you will notice I’m away,” you said, as you closed the bag.

“Don't say that, we do notice,” Louis said, defensively.

“I'll only be away for a night,” you mumbled, checking your appearance in the mirror, and slinging the bag over your shoulder.

“Stay, you can give us a more detailed visual representation of the dresses,” Lestat said, straightening his posture when you scoffed.

“Sex doesn't fix everything”

“It is a start”

“And maybe that's why we’re in the situation we’re in, now, if you'll excuse me, I’m going hang with my mortal friend, who communicates with me and doesn't want to block out our problems with Mozart, books, and sex,” you said, storming out of the townhouse, making sure to slam the door.

Getting into your car, you began to drive to your close friend, George, or Georgie, you called him both. He was middle-aged, although he was closing in on becoming elderly. He'd oftentimes been told he resembled Bill Nye, but those comments usually only made him red in the face, before he sent a storm of swear words at the person, in his thick Cajun accent. Divorced and cut out of his kid's lives, he was lonely, but so were you. Georgie was the only mortal to ever know that you were a vampire, and he made you feel normal.

Although having a few questions at first, he eventually let the matter go, and hardly ever brought it up. The two of you had been friends for nearly a decade now, and you planned to hold on until the bitter end. He wasn't too keen on being turned, scorned by his wife leaving him and his children siding with her. Lestat and Louis weren't comfortable with your friendship at all, but after realizing your relationship was completely platonic and you weren't cutting him out of your life, they grungily accepted him.

As you finally parked in front of Georgie’s house, approaching the door, you shook your head, discovering it was unlocked. Letting yourself in, you locked the door, going to where you'd both hang out for hours, his basement.

“You need to keep your door locked old man, anyone could just walk in here,” you said, going down the stairs. Tossing your bag onto the couch you'd usually sleep on, in the windowless room.

“Nobody comes here but you,” he said, making you laugh.

“So how is it going?” you asked, sitting in a nearby chair.

“A little more progress than last time, how are things at home?”

“Lestat is…well Lestat and Louis will always act like our issues aren't there,” you shrugged.

“Have you tried talking to them?”

“Of course, Lestat doesn't take anything seriously enough, and Louis wants to brush over it all,” you said.

“Hopefully, this is a success, because then we can fix everything,” Georgie smiled.

“Maybe you, but I don't see my problems being fixed”

“Don't underestimate science,” he told you.

Georgie had been working on an actual time-machine portal. He believed if he could go back in time, undo his mistakes, could prioritize his family over work, maybe that would stop his wife from having an affair with the neighbor, from leaving him and draining his wallet, and taking his children who he couldn't even get a happy birthday from.

He insisted that you would be able to use it, to repair your companionship. A long time had passed since 1910 and much tragedy and heartbreak happened. Separating from each other and eventually reconnecting, recently everything had been so stagnant and bland. No energy to argue about obvious conflicts, but unwilling to leave each other again and be forced to deal with the pain.

“Oh, my goodness,” Georgie stood up, his hand going to his chest. Your eyes widened, worried that he would croak.

“What is it?” you asked, you couldn't sense any internal issues, noticing his thoughts were jumping for joy.

“I think…I think it works,” he said, as he began to type on the nearby computer. The pod he'd spent years building, lit up, the white light faint.

“It turns on, how will you know if it works for real?” you asked.

“Could you maybe catch a few raccoons, rats, birds, anything, we can try on them,” he asked. Standing up, you went outside, quickly grabbing a rat from near the drainage, bringing it to him.

“Done,” you smiled, holding it firm, tossing it in the pod, as he opened the door. The rat squeaked a bit, running in circles, as Georgie typed.

The machine began to make a noise before the rat burst. It’s guts splattering on the door.

“Ew, what happened?” you asked him, pressing against the door, to look inside in disgust.

“It seems like it is releasing some sort of radiation, too strong for animals and people, I'll have to keep working on it,” he grumbled disappointedly.

“I could try it if you want,” you offered.

“The radiation will be damaging-

“In case you forgot, I’m hardly human anymore, I am a bit intrigued, the worst thing that could honesty happen is I get burned up, and I’ll heal,” you said, as he faced you.

“Are you sure? I don't want you to feel like you have to do this, Y/n,” he said, but you brushed him off.

“Trust me, I don't, but you've put so much time into this, almost as long as I've known you, I want this to work out for you,” you said.

“Okay, let me get suited up, to clean it first,” he said, changing into the nbc suit to clean the inside of the pod. While waiting for him, you checked your phone, seeing a message from Louis.

“Sending a picture of the dress, I’m sure you look beautiful as always”

Smiling softly, you set your phone on the counter, taking your shoes off, watching as Georgie scrubbed the blood away. Little did Louis know, you wouldn't be wearing the dress to go hunting tonight. As soon as he finished cleaning, he was back at your side, typing on the monitor.

“We’ll do, let's say 5 minutes into the future, I’ll think of a number and when you come back, tell me the number, and time it to see if there is a significant change in time,” he said, as you nodded in agreement, accepting the small stopwatch, stepping into the pod.

Your arms at your sides, you briefly gave him a thumbs up, hoping to reassure his anxious thoughts. Typing on the computer, the pod began to light up again, the noise leaking out before it started to shake. Standing up, Georgie stood with his eyes wide, his jaw dropping as you vanished.

“Oh my Lord, it's working,” he said, his hand shakily went to his mouth.

Back at home, Louis and Lestat were relaxing, leisurely lounging around when it happened. A sudden feeling of dread washed over them as if you were gone. Glancing at each other, both of them stood up, rushing from the house to your friend, George's home. Bursting through the door, they went downstairs.

George looked back, gasping, surprised to see the elder vampires. However, before he could say anything or move, Lestat had him pressed against the wall, his hand around his neck.

“What did you do?”

“M-machine,” he choked out, looking over at the pod.

“Lestat, look,” Louis said, staring at the pod, fog seeping from the bottom.

“What is this?” he continued, looking to George.

“Time machine,” he struggled to say, before Lestat dropped him.

“You didn't put her into your experiment,” Louis said out loud, shaking his head, already pacing the floor.

“She offered, and it was only five minutes into the fut-

Suddenly, within the fog, you could be seen, smiling in excitement from the exhilaration of the atoms passing through your body. Your smile quickly faltered, seeing your lovers and a nervous Georgie.

“What are you doing here?” you asked.

“Get her out of it, now,” Lestat told Georgie.

“Leave him alone,” you argued.

“This isn't safe, Y/n, we thought you were gone,” Louis told you.

“Don't parent me, Louis”

“Get her out of it now, or it will be destroyed,” Lestat said, shoving George into the computer, his hands smashing against the keyboard.

“Stop it, Lestat,” you yelled.

“What did you do?” George stressed, as the machine lit up. Typing as quickly as possible, he couldn't see the results that he needed.

“Y/n, he made me press a few buttons, it is going to the past, I don't know how far, but I’m going to fix it,” Georgie said apologetic.

“What?” Lestat and Louis said at the same time.

“Do not kill him, fucking asshole,” you said before vanishing.

“Can you bring her right back?” Louis asked.

“I don't even know how far it has brought her”

“Well figure it out,” Lestat snapped.

“This is your fault, she told me all about you and your ugly ways,” George said. Tilting his head, Lestat was about to reach for him, but Louis grabbed his arm.

“He has to bring her back to us,” he reminded him.

“She is going somewhere in the 19th century, I can't pinpoint where and when. Time should be a little longer through the pod, so I’d estimate a few hours for us if it is a success”

“For us?” Louis asked.

“IF it is a success?” Lestat screamed at the same time as him. George truly didn't understand what you saw in the dramatic man, other than his good looks.

“I've been studying this for some time now and with time travel, it could feel like days, or even longer, but in reality, it should only be a few hours, and I say if because we haven't tried going to the past. The pod isn't sustainable for the undead and Y/n getting in was the first actual progress of real-time travel,” he explained.

“Maybe one of us could go in and-

“No, that is the worst solution, we don't know where she went, so I wouldn't know where to send you and it is only one pod, and overloading the database is the last thing that needs to happen, we’ll give it a few hours,” George said, standing.

“Where are you going?” Lestat asked him.

“Have a glass of wine, if it could take a few hours, I’m going to relax for a while, you're free to make yourselves comfortable,” he said, stepping out of the NBC suit, before going up the stairs.

“We just have to wait,” Louis reassured Lestat, who stood staring at the pod, unable to believe this was happening.

As the pod finally stopped shaking, you peered outside at the change of setting. You were outside, Georgie nowhere to be seen. Turning on the stopwatch, you muttered an apology to him, before punching the thick glass and pushing the door open. Immediately, you recognized the familiarly different environment.

Your bare feet touching the dirt, you recognized the small, poorly built houses. You hadn't seen these houses in ages after Katrina wiped the remaining pieces away.

“Hey, what are you doing-

“You saw no one here, and you won't let anyone get near this precious contraption, now go on inside,” you glamoured the man, watching as he went back up the stairs, into the house.

Sighing, you began to leave the area, ignoring the strange stares. From the way everyone dressed, you were somewhere between the first three decades of the 19th century, and you were sticking out like a sore wearing the knee-length sundress. There was only one place you knew to go, to be sure of the date.

Coming to a complete stop in front of your home, you could see the lights on. Taking a deep breath, you reminded yourself that if they were here, this wasn't the same Louis and Lestat you were having issues with, and so you'd have to act accordingly.

Opening the door, you could hear the shuffling of feet and the sound of furniture being torn apart. Furrowing your eyebrows, you went upstairs, surprised to see them in that room. Making eye contact with Louis, he did a double take.

“Y/n,” he said, taken away by your beautiful, he hadn't seen a dress made in such a way before, shorter than average, but still classy.

Hearing your name, Lestat opened that lovely pink coffin, climbing out, and tossing the diary to the side.

“Ma chérie, you stopped for shopping?” he asked, a small smirk in place.

“Did you see her?” Louis finally asked. At a loss of words, you struggled to speak for a moment.

“I'm sorry, I'm not feeling like myself, what year is it?” you asked.

“1920, you alright?” Louis asked, approaching you.

“Look who finally decided to crawl home to her coffin and write about her psychosexual behavior,” Lestat spat.

“You read my diary?” hearing that beloved voice, your eyes began to sting.

“Only a little bit,” Louis confessed.

“I read all of it and you are a little deviant brat,” Lestat said, as you slowly turned around. The bloody tears began trickling down your cheeks, as you stared into her eyes. She was real, in the flesh, not a figment from your dreams or old photos, but was here in front of you.

“Claudia,” you said, her name flowing from your lips caused you to visibly tremble.

“Mama,” she started, concerned, her eyes widening as you rushed over, pulling her into a bone-crushing hug.

Weeping bitterly, you held her close, unwilling to let her slip away this time, whispering sweet words of love to her. Confusedly, she hugged you back, as you both sat on the floor, holding her in your arms.

While the two men were originally set on disciplining their wild daughter, their concern now shifted to you.

“Claudia, you've been reckless-

“They're buried in Chalmette,” you interrupted, Lestat, your hand comfortingly brushing over her curls.

“How do you know that?” Louis asked, but you ignored him.

“My beautiful girl,” you whispered, hugging her one last time tightly, before letting her go.

“Are you okay, mama?”

“I couldn't be better at this moment,” you reassured her, kissing her forehead.

“Let her off this time, please, for me, she's still a child, and there will be a time when we wish we still had our beautiful girl staying here with us,” you said, facing them, seeing your blood-stained face, they were beyond concerned.

“It's still a little early for bed, perhaps you'd like to play a game of chess?” you asked her, wiping your eyes and accepting her hand, as she stood up.

Going into the living room, Claudia couldn't help but think about how unusually attentive you were being. Sure, she was just as spoiled as other children, but you never stopped her from being disciplined when you all agreed she needed to be.

“Claudia, you know I love you, right?” you asked her, watching as she set up the game.

“Yes,” she nodded.

“Without you, an eternity isn't the same,” you admitted, as Lestat and Louis came downstairs, joining the two of you.

Your lovers watched you intentively, as you played the game with Claudia. Lestat noticed how you were letting her win, purposely moving to the wrong places, as she took your pieces while showering her with praises.

He couldn't put his finger on it, but something about the interaction seemed different. Any other time you played chess with her, you gave her a challenge, expressing where she was improving or where she needed work. This time, you were treating her like a little child, like you hadn't seen her in forever, or would never see her again.

Time flew and after two long rounds, Louis stood, announcing Claudia needed to go to bed. Groaning, she stood, wanting to stay longer, but you shook your head.

“It's okay, you need your beauty rest, I love you so much, sleep well,” you told her, hugging her firmly once more.

“Love you too,” she mumbled before she was stomping up the stairs.

“Are you sure you are okay, ma chérie?” Lestat asked, as soon as her bedroom door shut.

“I am, I just, the thought of one day losing her, or being apart hurts my soul, our relationship would probably never be the same,” you said, smiling sadly at him.

“Why would we never be the same?”

“Because she's our daughter, and it would take losing her to see how much she is loved, even you, she's so much like you and that's why you clash so much,” you laughed.

“Wouldn't that make us stronger?”

“I wish that was the case, but holding onto the past makes you unable to communicate like you're supposed to-

“Where is all this coming from? Talk to us, what's on your heart?” Louis asked.

“Please don't question me, but there will be a time when we are so weirdly uninterested in each other, and we try to block out our issues with reading, music, and sex,” you said.

“Why though?”

“Holding onto the past”

“Then you'd have to remind us of what is ahead and not behind,” Lestat said, leaning down, pecking your lips.

Feeling your face burn from the passionate kiss, you looked down, your eyes widening noticing your fingers faded. You have watched enough sci-fi movies with Georgie to know it was time for you to leave.

“I need to make a quick run-

“The sun will be up in another hour,” Louis told you.

“I know, I won't be long, love you both,” you said, pecking both of their lips, before running out of the house.

As you ran back to the backyard, you were surprised to see the man back outside.

“What are you doing?” you asked him, seeing as he sat on the steps, watching the pod.

“I saw some kids run back here, so I’m just watching this contraption,” he shrugged. Staring at the man, you recognized him, Georgie’s grandfather, but much younger. You had seen the few photos hanging up on the house and you identified the face quickly.

“If you had advice for a future relative, a son or grandson, what would you tell him?”

“Life gets hard, we make mistakes, and we lose people, but we have to hold onto the better part of things. I get divorced, but I was able to experience a beautiful marriage, same with children, I was fortunate to experience fatherhood”

“Beautifully said, go get some rest,” you said, glamouring him, watching as he nodded, going inside.

Carefully stepping over the broken glass, you cautiously stepped inside, shutting the door, as the fog came back, the machine lighting up, before you were gone.

“Anything?”

“You just asked me that a few minutes ago, please, have some damn patience,” George said to Lestat, who was pestering him about you. The man was trying as hard as he could and Lestat did not care one bit.

Suddenly, the pod lit up, the fog coming back. Typing on the computer the door opened, before you stepped out, your feet dirty.

“I was away 6 hours and 40 minutes, how long has it been?” you asked, tossing Georgie the stopwatch.

“2 long hours, you've been crying,” Louis said, going to pull you into a hug.

“I saw her, our girl, she was perfect,” you said, feeling him stiffen in your arms before his shoulders shuttered from crying.

“What was she doing?” he asked.

“She had gotten in trouble, but I convinced you both to let it go, and we spent time together,” you said, as he smiled, nodding.

“You told her you loved her?” he asked, hopeful.

“Yes,” you nodded, as the hug tightened before he pulled away.

“And you told me something, so valuable,” you said, shifting to Lestat.

“Of course I did,” he smirked.

“You told me to remind you both of what is ahead of us and not our past,” you said, watching as he dabbed his eyes, stopping any tears on his part.

“Sounds like something I’d say, I guess,” he grinned.

“Are you ready to come home? I know you're probably exhausted from all of this?” Louis asked, grabbing your bag when you nodded.

Glancing at Georgie, who stood awkwardly waiting for you to finish with your reunion. Moving away from Lestat, you stood in front of your good friend, before pulling into a hug.

“Someone dear to you told me some valuable advice I want to share with you,” you smiled.

“Okay”

“Life gets hard, we make mistakes, and we lose people, but we have to hold onto the better part of things. Our past isn't meant to be changed, but rather we embrace the experience, both good and bad, because it shapes us into who we are. You might not be able to get your marriage back, but you could try to reach out to your children, Georgie,” you said, smiling as he teared up, agreeing with you.

“We have our own affairs to handle,” Lestat groaned, ready to leave the tiny basement.

“Shh,” Louis nudged him before you followed the two out of the house.

“Now that I think about Lestat was more charming back then, but now it's you, Louis,” you said, both of you laughing as Lestat scoffed, going on a rant about his greatness.

You missed Claudia greatly, but you had to keep moving, you all did. You still had an eternity of life, but maybe one day, just maybe, when you're reunited, she'll be where she belongs, back in your arms.

[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

[valkyyriia]

Stormy Days

Words: 2087 CW: Hurt/Comfort, vague depressive thoughts, Lots of Crying | SFW Pairing: Comte de Saint-Germain / Reader (pre-relationship), Leonardo / Reader if you squint

Note: I wasn't going to post this because I was unhappy with it tbh, but I'm realizing more and more that I'm probably never going to be completely happy with everything I write. It was cathartic putting some of these feelings into words and that's enough for me.

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From the moment you woke up, nothing had gone right.

You had left your bedroom window open last night when you went to bed, not realizing there was a storm brewing. You opened your eyes to torrential downpour and tempestuous winds, which had blown debris into your room and left a puddle under the pane. The papers you had had on the desk were scattered everywhere and most had been soaked into illegibility, and those that weren't still had enough damage to ruin them.

Cleaning up the mess left from that had put you behind schedule, and when you arrived in the kitchen to help Sebastian with breakfast he had already had it completed. This earned you a harsh flick to the forehead for your negligence.

If that wasn't bad enough, you then had to bring Mozart his breakfast. Mozart, the ornery musician you still weren't certain didn't hate you. When you propped the tray on your hip to knock on the door, Mozart had torn the door open before you could even knock, startling you. This resulted in the tray you had precariously balanced to fall, ruining his breakfast. Mozart sighed in frustrated exasperation. You apologized and bent down to clean up, but Mozart snapped at you to leave before you could ruin anything else. Ouch.

After that, you had gone to try to clean the windows, but apparently you couldn't do that right, either. You had somehow missed the fact that Leonardo had decided this particular parlor was a good place for a nap and you tripped over his prone form, sending you to the ground in a heap and sudsy water everywhere with a splash. To make matters worse, of all the places the water could have landed, it had plashed all over the oil painting Vincent had just finished and left hanging on the wall to dry.

Theo had ran in at the sound and immediately started yelling angrily at you for ruining a piece of fine art. Vincent had come in shortly after, hearing his broer's rant, and assured you that it was okay, that it wasn't your fault, that he was just glad you weren't hurt. Leonardo had woken up in the commotion and apologized to you. Again you had gone to try to clean up, but Leonardo shooed you away saying it was his fault and that he would take care of it. This left you feeling even more frustrated and helpless. You blinked back the tears and plastered on a weak smile, thanking him for his consideration.

When exiting that room, you ran right into Sebastian who, after giving you a once over, relieved you of your duties for the day with another flick to the forehead. Forehead abused and eyes stinging with unshed tears, you held back a sob and ran to your room. You nearly barreled into Arthur on your way, who started to say something, but stopped himself on seeing the state of you. His jovial smile turned into a frown as he saw the first glittering tear fall from your face. Arthur hesitated for a moment, his arm partially extended in your direction, before walking hurriedly towards another part of the mansion.

You had barely held yourself together long enough to get to your door. You threw the door open and flung yourself onto your bed, harsh sobs escaping you as you finally let go. You cried and cried until you ran out of tears, and your body still heaved, trying to shed more. Your sobs eventually quietened and you stared, glassy eyed, at the far wall. Your stomach ached, you had a pounding headache, your mouth was dry; you were miserable. Just as you started to wonder how you were ever going to face anyone again, you heard a knock at your door.

You opted to ignore the knocking and hoped it would go away. You didn't want any of the mansion's residents to see you like this, and you definitely didn't want any of them to yell at you again.

Unfortunately for you, the knocking continued. You cursed your lack of foresight when the door handle turned. You didn't have the energy to see who it was, so you continued to hope (in vain) that the intruder would think you had fallen asleep and leave.

"I know you're awake, Hondje," Theo's gruff voice spoke. You continued to ignore him, staring at the wall. You heard his footsteps approach your bed but still declined to move. You heard him sigh and sit on the edge of the mattress, a large hand coming to rest on your shoulder. "I'm sorry for yelling at you," he sighed. When you still didn't acknowledge him, he gave your shoulder a light squeeze and stood up.

Vincent's voice joined in from by the door. "It really wasn't your fault," he added. "Nothing was ruined. Please don't beat yourself up over it." You kept your gaze firmly on the opposite wall, your chest tightening and threatening to send you into sobs again. You heard their footsteps leaving the room and you dared a sniffle. The door closed behind them with a snick and Vincent softly began to chide his brother.

Silence followed. You curled up into a tight ball on your bed. Your head hurt too badly for you to sleep, but your body was too tired for much else. The tightness in your chest gave way to more dry sobs, your body too dehydrated to produce tears. Your eyes felt like sandpaper.

As you tried to pull yourself back together you heard another gentle knock at the door. Again you chose to ignore them, and again the vampire on the other side paid no attention to it. They opened the door, but unlike Theo and Vincent, they stood in the doorway.

"..I don't hate you," came Mozart's smooth tenor after a brief pause. "And I'm sorry for shouting. I was hungry and tired, and I took it out on you." Another awkward hesitation. Another sniffle from you. Mozart spoke again, more gently than usual. "..When you're feeling better, you should come by my music room. I'll play you something." He stood there silently for a moment before exiting the room.

Sebastian was next. He informed you that you had missed dinner and he had brought up a plate for you. Sebastian placed the tray on the vanity in your room and made to leave, but he paused in the doorway. "I know today hasn't been the best. But I'm sure we'll all be looking forward to seeing your bright smile again tomorrow." You didn't even grace his statement with a sniffle. You had no intention of exiting your room again before your month was up, that much was certain. The smell of whatever he had cooked was mouthwatering for sure, but you didn't have the energy to get up.

Leonardo came in almost immediately after Sebastian had left. The heady scent of his cigarillos filled the room, and he wasted no time in coming over to sit on the side of your bed. You were going to ignore him too, but then you felt him place something warm and heavy on your side. The weight startled you into looking up, and you were met with the sight of Leonardo's cat, Lumiere, sprawled out over your side.

Leonardo offered you a smile and he pet the cat's head, the tiny feline beginning to purr in contentment. You sniffled.

"Tears don't suit you, Cara Mia," he murmured, reaching his other hand out to brush your hair out of your face. "I'm sorry for causing you such trouble today."

"It wasn't you," you croaked, voice weak and scratchy from the tears. You couldn't very well ignore him when you had made eye contact, but you weren't keen on talking either. What little energy you had dissipated and you collapsed back onto your side, Lumiere's warmth relaxing you somewhat.

"He can sleep with you tonight," Leonardo said, getting up. "He's a great cuddler."

The greater vampire hesitated for a moment before leaning over and brushing his lips against your temple. He left again without another word, but Lumiere stayed. The cat actually stepped down from your side and curled up next to you, offering his furry back to your abdomen. You gently reached out to pet him, some of the ache in your heart dissipating.

Really, you deserved some of the vitriol you had received today. You had been late, and dropped Herr Mozart's breakfast, and tripped over Leonardo, and ruined one of Vincent's paintings today (even if the vampire said you hadn't, Theo would not have been that angry if there had been no damage). The vampires' ire was more than deserved if you were honest with yourself. But still, they all went out of their way to come and apologize for making you feel worse and comfort you in their own way.

Lumiere's purrs were soothing you into sleep when you heard another knock at the door. "I'm coming in, ma chérie." Your stomach dropped. Was Comte going to tell you you were no longer welcome after you ruined so many things?

You heard his footsteps echo plainly on your floor. He stopped at your vanity for a moment before coming to sit at the foot of your bed. "Sit up, s'il vous plait," Comte commanded lightly. You squeezed your eyes shut in response. "You aren't in trouble," he assured you. "But you do need to eat."

You opened your eyes and looked over your shoulder at him. Comte had shed his overcoat and was sat at the foot of your bed, the tray of Sebastian's delicious cooking in his hands. You were certain you looked like a mess, but he smiled gently at you like he always did. When you made eye contact, your stomach growled, and Comte raised an eyebrow. With a resigned sigh, you unfurled your body, joints cracking, and sat up. Lumiere meowed in protest and moved to the other side of the bed. Comte set the tray on your lap.

"I've heard most of it from Arthur, but I'd like to hear it from you," Comte said, his golden eyes firmly on you. His right hand rested on top of your shin and he gave you his full attention.

You froze, trying to remember what you had done to Arthur today, but you didn't even remember seeing him. You were confused, but at Comte's request, you launched into the tale of everything that had happened. He listened intently no signs of judgement. You found that after telling him, you felt.. better. Lighter. You were sure the food also helped. You made a mental note to thank Sebas, and everyone else, when you saw them again.

Comte nodded along sympathetically. "It sounds like today has been hard for you, ma chérie. Tomorrow will be better, though, I'm sure of it." He patted your leg. "I've had my fair share of bad days. The best thing you can do is to make sure tomorrow is a new day."

When you had finished your food, Comte took the tray and moved it back to the vanity. He gestured beside you. "May I?"

You nodded, confused, and he reclined next to you on the bed, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into him. "It's okay to have bad days," Comte said. He rested his cheek on top of your head, his fingers running along your upper arm soothingly. "Don't let it ruin the rest of them."

Comte had never been so physically affectionate with you before, typically keeping his distance. You didn't quite understand what had changed, but you weren't going to complain. The physical touch broke something in you and you felt the tears threaten to fall again.

"It's okay to cry, too," Comte murmured, his fingers continuing to run up and down your arm. "Cry all you need to. I'll be here." As you started to cry, Comte pulled you even closer and tucked your face against his neck. You clung to him, sobs wracking your body, and he just held you. There was no judgement, no line between human and vampire; just a man comforting a friend in need. Eventually you dozed off in Comte's arms, exhausted, but comforted by his warmth and the sound of his heartbeat.

You didn't know what tomorrow would bring, but you knew you could get through it as long as you had such good friends by your side.

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[pleasantlyinsincere]

BRAVO September 1967 Shortly before his death Brian Epstein admitted to BRAVO-employee Thomas Beyl: The boys are everything to me

His face was white. His grey suit seemed to be too big. His shirt collar was opened widely, the black tie hanging crookedly of his neck. Brian Epstein had met death. He came from his father's funeral. That hot July day I met Brian Epstein for the last time. Six weeks later he was dead. As I was taking the list up to Brian's private office, I was desperately thinking about what to say to him. I knew Brian had been very attached to his father. I knew this loss must have rattled him deeply. There rarely had been a conversation with him, where he didn't mention his 'Daddy'. I didn't feel comfortable in my skin. Even though Brian had promised me once: "Whenever you come to London, come and see me. I'll always have time for you." It had always been like that. But now?

[...] Brian met me at the door. "Hello, Thomas! Do you want something to drink?" That afternoon I met a completely different Brian Epstein. I was startled when I saw him. He seemed broken and like he had aged years. He stood up from his office chair laboriously. He reached his hand out towards me. It was limp, his handshake without strength. "nice to see you, Thomas", he said. "Have you seen the boys? Have they come back relaxed from Greece?" He tried to act as natural and friendly as usual but he was a bad actor. Brian was quiet for a while, then he said: "I know why you came. Nice of you. But let's not talk about it. Please." On Brian's desk stood bottle of whiskey, next to it a glass. It was empty. Absent-mindedly he puffed on his cigarette and regularly his gaze would drift towards a big painting of his father on the wall. I felt out of place and was about to say goodbye when Brian said: "Stay for another moment. I want to tell you about a dream that finally seems to be about to come true. I'm planning a movie with the bullfighter El Cordobes, the dancer Nurejew and the boys. Cardobes and Nurejew have already accepted. I just have to convince the boys of my plan." The big dream was buried with Brian Epstein on 30 August 1967 on the jewish graveyard of Fazackerley, a suburb of Liverpool. Like so many great dreams of Brian Epstein, who had wanted to become an actor - and never became one; who wanted to write plays - and never wrote one; who bought a theater - and never staged one; who loved Mozart and Beethoven - and became manager of a beat group; who looked like a successful stock broker - and was at home on the stage of the pop world.

It was 26 June 1966. BRAVO-Beatles-Blitztournee. 7000 fans are screaming their throats hoarse inside Hamburg's Ernst-Merck-Halle. They are waiting for 'their' Beatles, who had come back to the place their careers had started after four years. It's just minutes before the 'returnees'' concert. A security guard addresses me: "Are you Thomas Beryl? You have to please come outside. There is a young guy in front of the main door, who has been trying to come in for half an hour even though he has no ticket. He claims he is the Beatles famous manager Brian Epstein. He thinks we're stupid." I rip the dressing room door open, calling to the Beatles: "Wait a moment. They aren't letting Brian in." The Beatles double over with laughter. "Once again", chuckles Ringo. John shouts after me: "Tell him he should get a belly befitting of his status, so that people recognize him as a manager!" The 'young guy' was indeed Brian Epstein. During the concert he said to me: "Look at the boys. I have never seen them this happy on stage. It has to be an amazing feeling to return to where you once have started small. That's when you really realize that you've made it. Frankly - I am a bit jealous because I wasn't with the Beatles during their first Hamburg stays." He watched his boys beaming faces - and beamed along with them.

No, Brian Epstein wasn't a typical manager. He preferred to wear suits in muted colors and subtle ties. His luxurious London apartment proved his exquisite taste. Brian loved antiques and chose with great care and knowledge. His appearance was quiet. For a manager he was modest and shy. Brian kept in the background so much, that sometimes the Beatles didn't even realize when he was missing. But still Eppy - as the boys called him - belonged to them as five fingers do on a hand. And Eppy was the thumb. Brian didn't like to hear such words. "No, no", he denied. "I am not the fifth Beatles but the Beatles' number one fan." Similarly he fended off the claim that the Beatles had him to thank for fairy tale career. "The boys would have made it without me", he told me. "At least I have just as much to thank them for as they do me. I'm known as a successful manager and have a big enterprise. But I was only able to do that because four electric boys became my friends."

The boys have a different opinion. John: "Without Brian we would have gotten out of our greasy leather jackets too late and the Queen would have never invited us to her palace. No one but Eppy was ready to help guys like us financially. Without him we would have been stuck in basement pubs. When he proposed to become our manager, we thought he had a screw loose. That's how little we believed in ourselves." George: "It was our luck that the Epstein family shop was so close to the Cavern, else Brian might not have found us. Then it would have been good night, Beatles!" Ringo: "I owe everything to him. Without Eppy I would never have become a Beatle. He was the one who acquired me." Paul: "Without Eppy the Beatles wouldn't exist anymore. There was a lot of truth to the rumors that we were breaking up. We had a few crises within the group. So heavily that we were about to go our separate ways. It was Eppy who repaired the cracks. He was our friend and we trusted him endlessly." The Beatles trustee is dead. His short, hot life ended 27 August 1967. John, Paul, George and Ringo didn't attend his funeral. They respected his biggest wish even after Brian Epstein was dead: He never wanted to be the center of their performance.

[xxsycamore]

✨The Sunshine Syndrome

╰┈➤ 🎂 "Do you remember what you wished for, last night when you blew the candles?"

Sebastian x Reader; ft. all the mansion residents • rating: G • tags: Birthday Fluff; Humor; everyone being silly goofy • wordcount: 1,453 • masterlist

a/n: and again, HAPPY BIRTHDAY INKY!!!! 🎉🎉🎉@inkys-garden I was wondering what to tell you about Sebas celebrating your birthday, and it suddenly turned into fic plot so here we are :DD HOPE YOU LIKE ITTTT!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ❤❤❤

It's another beautiful day of your life in 19th century Paris, in the neat little mansion up the hill that you call a home, just you and your lover and your 8 housemates who are reincarnated vampires and your sugar daddy landlord whose wealth you all live off. A day like any other, it might seem, except, today is the day you were born. Well, the day you will be born, if you have to take the time travel into account… your suggestion to place a minus in front of your age on the cake this year was met with disapproval by your lover Sebastian. "We can do the same for your age!" You said, but Sebastian wasn't really interested.

Content and excited for the day to unfold, you've already put your cutest outfit on, made a little spin in front of the mirror and exited your room to head downstairs. Strangely, Sebastian didn't wake you up earlier this morning, despite your wish to come help him with chores like always. He must have let you get some more shut-eye because it's your special day. He really shouldn't have to!

Huh. It's strange, you can swear you're hearing a cheerful melody coming from the dining room. Speeding up your step that already had a bit of spring to it, your curiosity makes you push the doors open without a second thought.

"YOU CAN DANCEEE!"

"YOU CAN JIVE!"

"Having the time of your lifeee!"

Wait, what! Why is everyone here, spreading jam on toasts, smiling at each other, why is Mozart smiling at all, and why on earth are they singing Abba?! "Oh, you're awake! We've been all waiting for you!" Sebas suddenly notices you, giving you the softest smile while gesturing you to come closer.

"There's the birthday girl. Heh, had a good night's sleep, cara-mia?

Previously, you thought you did. Now you're wondering if you're STILL sleeping.

"I, uh, I guess so? I did sleep very well… I thought I'd be awake much earlier though! But that aside, what are you-"

Theo interrupts you, thrusting a plate with warm pancakes into your hands.

"Good morning, kuiken, this is for you, I left some pancakes for you. Happy Birthday. Sorry I wasn't around to wish you a Happy Birthday last night, I hope you had fun with the others."

"Oh! That's- Theo, please, I understand you're a busy man- wait, how did you call me?!"

"A baby chick. I figured hondje might be a bit too rude so I'm switching to kuiken. It suits you more."

H-Huuuh!

"Okay then, thank you for being so considerate! But still, what are you guys all doing here, singing and all?!"

Jean of all people speaks up, pulling out the chair next to him so you can take a seat. You do so with curiosity, seeing his sincere little smile.

"It happened spontaneously, mademoiselle. It seems like we all had the same sudden idea to have breakfast together for a change. I was a bit reluctant about joining, but Sebastian showed me how easy it is to make these toasts with jam. I think I should consider joining you around the table more often."

You're utterly moved by Jean's sudden change of heart, and his face is so angelic in this moment. You've been waiting for him to take this step for so long, and here he took a leap!

"Amazing, isn't he?" Dazai startles you by placing a hand on your shoulder from behind. "I want to seal this version of our Jean in one of my future writings. I feel like writing something happy and light for a change, I wonder why is that?"

You understand Dazai's sentiment, as surprising as it is to hear the last part of what he said. With a mood like this, it seems like everyone's in good spirits.

"They say an apple a day keeps the doctor away, yet here you are…" Isaac rolls his eyes at Arthur, holding up an apple in his hand as if to emphasize his point. Arthur blinks at him, not used to the physicist weaponizing the very same thing that has been used against him so often before. He feels inclined to ask, trying his best lighthearted but simultaneously teasing tone, without a real bite to it.

"You do understand that's just a saying, Isaac? It hasn't been scientifically proven."

Isaac smiles at him, shrugging his shoulders. "I was just joking."

You watch the exchange with the same bewilderment as everything else happening around you, and that's when the door opens again to reveal a yawning Napoleon. Oh, you didn't realize he was missing from the impromptu house meeting!

"'Morning. I don't remember the last time I slept so much…"

"Good Morning, Monsieur Napoleon! We all decided to let you sleep in for as long as you want to today. Your second life here is all about relaxing, after all. It seems like you've enjoyed it!"

"Oh, that's strange, last time I checked it wasn't my birthday today?" Napoleon smirks, running a hand through his unruly hair, and winks at you.

"Why did we stop singing? I need to remember the rhythm for my composition. Otherwise, I'll have to let you all in my music room later and… well, maybe if you agree to behave we can move our choir there actually." Mozart smiles behind his cup of tea, surprisingly considering the idea.

"Yay, I've been waiting for a chance to visit the music room!" Exclaims Vincent, just a tad louder than how he usually shows his joy.

Watching them all be so happy, to the point where even Comte cares little about keeping his chuckles in the usual gentlemanly tone and Leonardo barely bickers with him over it, you find yourself overwhelmed with the giddy feeling that fills the room. All you want to do right now is join in the good mood, enjoying this moment to the fullest, but you want one last grounding moment with Sebastian before you do that. So you pull him to the kitchen, away from the rowdy residents, and ask once again how did this happen.

"I taught them Dancing Queen because I thought it was fitting of the mood."

"I'm not asking about this!!"

Sebastian smiles at you, gently tucking your hair behind your ear.

"Do you remember what you wished for, last night when you blew the candles?"

The memory floods your mind at once, all confetti and the sound of several people singing you Happy Birthday. They quite literally bombarded you with wishes, compliments, telling you how big of a sunshine you are, how you're the most cheerful and bubbly person they know. In the heat of the moment, you said you wish they could all feel how happy you truly are in this moment. You wished it could stay like that forever; all smiles and fun and games.

You gasp.

"Am I… infectious?!"

"I'm afraid you are. Look around you. My dear, your sunshine syndrome could reach faraway kingdoms and melt the heart of any cold-blooded prince, turn the ruthless tiger into a playful little kitten. This is how you are."

"S-Sebas!! This could be very bad, what about-"

"Let's not think about the future. Things are amazing the way they are right now. We have to live in the moment."

"Sebas!!"

"You and I won't be doing any chores today. Or tomorrow for that matter. Or the day after. We should focus on enjoying life and partying."

"THE MANSION IS GOING TO CRUMBLE TO DUST!!"

***

"My dear, are you alright? Just what kind of dreams are you having? Why is the mansion going to crumble to dust?"

You wake up to Sebastian caressing your face, trying to shake off your dreams. Your…dreams?!

"Sebas… oh my god…"

"Was it a nightmare? It's over now." Sebastian leans down and places a kiss on your forehead, before standing to his feet. "You can lounge around for a little longer, but come to the kitchen when you're ready. It might be your birthday but we still have a long day ahead of us!"

You rub your closed eyes, still finding it hard not to mix dreams with reality. You're almost glad to see him so much… like himself, even if it means doing chores with him again. "Mm, I'll be there in fifteen minutes…"

"I'm supposed to keep this a secret, but… I want to be selfish and see your surprised and happy face while we're still alone. The residents all promised to come to breakfast today, and even help preparing it!"

You blink.

No.

This can't be.

"…Could we sing too?"

"Perhaps we can. If our masters are feeling up to it."

"YAAY!"

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[klutzyroses]

IkeVamp: S/o jealous of their wife

What happens when his wife from his former life is revived and lives in the mansion but he has a girlfriend now? And she begins to feel insecure and worried that he will leave her for his former love and is scared to tell him?

Suitors: Napoleon, Mozart, Arthur

Warnings: Bit of Angst with a Happy Ending, Slight NSFW

Napoleon

When she first laid eyes on Josephine de Beauharnais, Y/N felt the slightest twinge of discomfort in her stomach.

She was, is a beautiful woman, no question about it. Intimidatingly so.

At first she pushes down the tense knot in her stomach. Napoleon is with her. Napoleon loves her.

"But for how long...?"

The little voice in her head prods, leaving a deep dent on her heart even as she shoves it away. When Napoleon and Josephine begin to spend time together, it's like they were never apart. They seem to break any tension present between them like it was nothing, within days. They talked, laughed together and reminisced together. They clearly had a strong bond and reconnected so seamlessly, so effortlessly and it bothered her to no end. To hear them discuss the pass, laugh over their shared moments.

Y/N didn't want to admit it to herself and especially not to him but...It hurt. It hurt to see the man she loved connect with another woman on such a deep level. Worse still, it was to be expected. She was his first wife after all, and she had heard from Sebastian that historically, Napoleon was absolutely smitten with her.

He wasn't doing anything wrong. It was perfectly innocent, friendly play. But she can't help but worry as she gazes upon the beautiful empress. She was beautiful, powerful, elegant...everything Napoleon deserved...everything she felt she wasn't.

Y/N didn't want to seem controlling, nor did she wish to get into the habit of dictating who he could or could not be friends with. So she stuffs down her feelings and kept reassuring herself that he wasn't going to leave her.

With that in mind, she keeps a bright smile for her loved one, yet they bubble just beneath the surface, waiting for just the slightest mishap...

That mishap came in the form of a joke made by Arthur. She had been serving dinner to everyone alongside Sebastian when...

"I say, you're quite the pair, 'Leon, it's like the two of you are still married!"

CRASH!!

Several eyes turn to Y/N, startled as she stands there looking like someone had plunged a knife into her, her grip loosening on the plate in her hand. She yelps and fumbles, frantically mumbling apologies to Sebastian and promises to clean up. When a concerned Vincent asks if she is okay, her answer is a flustered affirmation, but the Emperor can sense a crack in her voice, a sadness in her eyes before she rushes off into the kitchen after cleaning it up. His worry amplifies when his nunuche never comes back.

Her room is his first destination after dinner. He can feel his heart twisting upon entry when he sees his belle sat on the bed, her shoulders shaking as she dabs her eyes with a tissue, illuminated by the moonlight streaming through her window.

He doesn't hesitate to take her in his arms, tilting her head up so they were eye to eye.

"What happened nunuche? Tell me what's wrong?"

When she blurts out everything she is and has been feeling, it's Napoleon’s turn to feel like he's been stabbed in the heart. He cups both her face, his jade eyes stern and almost fiery with passion as he speaks.

"You're ridiculous. Why are you thinking like that, nunuche? Why didn't you tell me? Don't you remember...I was reborn in this world to be with you, as a normal man, living only to protect and love you. Your body, your heart and your mind...I'm not going to let them go so easily. Josephine and I, that's in the past, I love her, but as a friend. You, though....you are my future, Y/N. You're the only one for me."

His lips gently collide with hers, pressing until the woman falls on her back onto the bed, the Emperor climbing on top of her. When he pulls back, his eyes are alight with desire and love, a smirk finding its way across his handsome face as he peers into her lovely, flushed visage.

"You're the only one, ma nunuche. And I'm going to prove it."

Mozart

Meeting Constanze Mozart was a...slight awkward affair. Especially when Y/N was introduced as Mozart's lover.

Of course she didn't shy away from her, Y/N had nothing to be ashamed of, and it wasn't as though Mozart didn't make it clear that he had moved on with her.

However, that doesn't make her feel any better when she realizes how close Mozart and Constanze were and...still kind of are.

They clearly have a deep, profound mutual understanding for one another and he seems so soft and gentle with her. The way Y/N saw it from where she stood, it took ages for her lover to start warming up to her and Constanze seemingly had him as putty already. It felt like being punched in the stomach.

Historically, Mozart was possessive and positively enamored with his wife and his current love could definitely see why. The lovely Constanze is graceful and beautiful and her singing voice is like no other. No wonder she used to have Mozart wrapped around her pretty finger. Y/N's worry is that she may still have him wrapped around her finger.

She doesn't want to start any kind of argument by potentially bringing her feelings of insecurity into it. Mozart himself may be the jealous type but it felt like a different story entirely when the woman that Y/N was jealous of was the wife he once adored. No matter how she puts it in her head, any attempts at bringing it up sound accusatory and that is the last thing she wants.

So, just to get a sense of whatever she may need to worry about, she asks Jean his opinion, as he is the person closest to him and could understand his mindset.

Jean, for his part, may have not had much to say about Mozart's closeness to his former wife, but he does share that he genuinely believes Y/N had no reason to worry, which assuages the beauty's concern slightly.

However, the girl should have perhaps specified to Jean that this exchange was to remain between the two of them and was not supposed to get back to Mozart.

Because when a very unhappy musiciam marches up to her that evening, Y/N knows. She just knows.

She doesn't fight him as he drags her off to his room, instead keeping her gaze to the ground the whole time, trying to find any words that could ease the situation, but she doesn't get the chance to speak as her elysian lover speaks first, looking less than pleased, his violet eyes slightly crackling with displeasure.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

She contemplates playing dumb to stall for time but the darkening of his eyes deters her from doing so. He looks upset...really, really upset.

"The truth, Y/N."

She has no choice but to unload her fears and concerns to him in a torrent of emotion, having bottled it up far longer than her sweet heart could take. She feels her throat begin to close up at the end of it, unable to say much more as she glances upwards to avoid her beautiful orbs overflowing with tears. Not once does Mozart interrupt or even speak. He doesn't even seem to visibly react, even after her weak voice trails off. Not until he starts making his way over to her, slowly, silently, but with a hint of menace in his step, causing his beloved to take a step back until she meets the wall.

Soon she is caged by both his arms as he leans in close to her, a serious expression written into his porcelain features, leaving her unable to escape anywhere. Not that she particularly wants to at that moment.

"...If I had known you were going to be this foolish, I'd have reconsidered spending that much time with her. I thought you were smarter than that but apparently I thought wrong."

His words are harsh but his expression begins to soften as he keeps her caged in close to him, his voice lowering to a near whisper.

"I assumed you knew. You are the precious treasure of my life. I've told you that before, haven't I? What part of that wasn't clear to you? Even when I'm with her, all I think about is you as I compose. Make no mistake, mein Schatz, I have no intention of letting you go. And I most definitely do not appreciate you going to another man about your problems. From now on, I demand you come to me, for whatever you need. I won't have it any other way."

He catches a stray droplet of sadness sliding down her cheek, caressing her skin with long delicate fingers before gripping her chin. He gives her a slow, sultry simper that promises nothing short of pleasure.

"It seems like I have to remind you of how much you mean to me. I hope you're ready, because I won't be going easy on you."

Arthur

Upon meeting Jean Elizabeth Leckie, Arthur's second wife, Y/N knows immediately why he had been so captivated by her. She was a kind and likeable woman and treated her with respect.

She was charming, lovely, honestly. And that's probably what has her heart tightening up so much when the charming lady smiles at Arthur.

This only gets worse when Arthur seems to respond with an equally charming smile.

Y/N can't help but wonder if there might just a little spark still left between them. They were still so in sync after all. Of course she wouldn't say this aloud, especially when Arthur is so open about the fact that Y/N is the only apple of his eye now.

For the woman, it's bad enough that she has to put up with her boyfriend's past flings and admirers throwing themselves at him, sometimes while she is there, not that she blamed Arthur for this, but now here is a woman who at one point, genuinely and truly had his love.

Y/N can only blame herself for asking Sebastian what the relationship between Arthur and Jean was, only to receive the tortuous answer that his last words to Jean were that she was wonderful. She honestly walked right into that one.

She doesn't want to confront him, simply because she knows that if she asks, Arthur would distance himself from Jean and potentially lose a friend or...someone he really cares about.

And that is not the type of girlfriend she wishes to be. She doesn't want to be the kind of girlfriend that makes Arthur choose between her and his friends. The kind that makes him wary of who to be friends with. She wants to believe she is open minded, she wants to be understanding, she doesn't want to smother him. After all, isn't that the easiest way to drive away the man she loves?

So the only thing she could really do is smile and act normal. After all, Arthur hasn't done anything wrong. He is only reconnecting with someone he was close with. Being friends with one's former lover wasn't a bad thing. She should be proud of him in fact. Most people didn't get on with their ex-spouses, no?

With that logic, she is able to rationalize her jealousy and stop it from getting out of hand...for a bit.

However, her depressed demeanor does not go unnoticed by her beloved detective. The mystery author is not blind. He could see that lately, his darling has been feeling blue as of late. He suspects it might have something to do with Jean. He isn't absolutely sure but he suspects it.

However, this is only confirmed when he stumbles upon a conversation between the house butler and his love.

Y/N felt low enough that night to confide in Sebastian as they're doing the dishes together. Just to alleviate some of the worries she was feeling deep down.

"Sebastian...am I overreacting? I'm being ridiculous aren't I? Being so upset about nothing."

"I think it's more ridiculous you're invalidating yourself. I personally don't believe you should be worried, but I understand why you are. Master Arthur will too."

"Sebastian...I don't want to tell him who he can and can't be around, that's not fair. I don't want to be...that kind of girlfriend."

Sebastian nods in understanding, a look of sympathy in those grey eyes before they peer over the maiden's head and land on the doorway, realizing he and Y/N were no longer alone, unlike the oblivious beauty herself.

"Well, I personally think, luv, that he knows you are a wonderful person and he would never think so lowly of you. I also think that there is no woman in the world that is more loved by me than you, my darling."

The girl spun around, her eyes wide with sheepish shock as her butler colleague hides a surreptitious smile. The writer walks up to her and takes her hand kissing the top of it.

"I'd have preferred you just talked to me about it, love, but I'm glad to hear the truth. Now I can do something about it. Sebas, you don't mind if I steal this lovely lady for the night?"

With Sebastian's permission, Y/N finds herself swept off her feet. Quite literally as she is carried away towards Arthur's room, a suggestive smile playing on his lips.

"You may want to postpone any plans you may have had this evening, because I plan on keeping you to myself tonight. Prepare yourself, luv~"

🌸

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Could I ask for Theo from Ikemen Vampire with “melody” if that’s okay?

-🤺

Of course - it's more than okay 🤺anon!

theo x reader | prompt: melody | word count: 838 | tags: fluff, theo pov

The sky had already darkened by the time I returned to the mansion. It was a long, hard day spent preparing for an upcoming gallery show, and all I wanted to do was find you and relax for the remainder of the evening.

I walked towards the parlor, hoping to find you or someone who knew your whereabouts, when I heard a familiar tune being played on the piano. Naturally, I had assumed it was Leonardo playing, and was surprised to run into him in the hallway.

“If you’re out here, who’s in there playing?” I asked.

Leonardo let out a hearty laugh. “That’s cara mia. She asked me to teach her how to play. It’s funny, though,…” he added, “she only wanted to learn how to play this one piece.”

Of course, I thought to myself, though I’d never admit to Leonardo the meaning behind this particular piece.

Leonardo shrugged as he searched his pockets for a cigarillo. “Oh well, I ‘spose it holds some significance to cara mia. Maybe it’s from one of those…what does she call them…moving pictures?” He lit the cigarillo in his mouth and took a long drag; the sweet smell of tobacco that I had long since equated with the genius himself soon filled the hallway. 

“Hurry, she’s almost done playing. It’s something you don’t want to miss.” Leonardo turned and waved, cigarillo in hand, a cloud of smoke billowing behind as he walked away.

I tilted my head towards the parlor, the music stirring strong memories.

It was an unseasonably warm evening, not too long after you made the decision to stay with me. After a quiet dinner out at your favorite restaurant, we decided to skip the carriage and walk home, hand in hand.

On our way, we heard music coming from an open window; you stopped me as soon as you heard it.

You had turned to me and said with a smile, “They’re playing our song. Can we stay here for a minute and listen to it?”

You knew even then that I could never say no to you.

I took you in my arms, your back resting against my chest, as we stood soaking in the sweet melodies. As the tempo of the music slowed, I pulled you closer to me, and rested my head against yours. 

I was so unbelievably happy at that moment, so happy that you had entered my life, so happy that you decided to stay by my side, that I completely lost track of time. I think you did, too. 

Reluctant to let go, I eventually withdrew my arms from your waist. I took your hand in mine, and tugged you close to me. 

“I love you,” I whispered as I brushed a kiss against your lips. I could feel your smile as you kissed me back.

“I love you, too,” you whispered to me. 

Many years have passed since that day – the memory of it likely dulled for you over time, the edges of it fading over time. But for me, that memory was still sharp and sweet, like it only happened yesterday.

I didn’t want to disturb you – at least not yet – so I stood by the doorway, quietly watching you play. Leonardo taught you well; to me, you played better than Mozart. 

When you were close to the end, I pushed away from the wall and made my way to the piano. When I drew near, you tilted your face ever so slightly, spoiling my surprise. 

My body sank onto the bench next to you; with my back to the piano, I turned my head and watched your fingers dance across the black and white keys.

I was enthralled watching you play, much like I am when I have watched Vincent paint. To witness someone create something so exquisite with just their hands was a true pleasure. 

It wasn't until you stopped playing that I realized I had been holding my breath. You cleared your throat, breaking me of my reverie.

My gaze shifted to you; in that moment, after having poured your all into playing, you looked positively radiant and rendered me speechless.

“Do you remember what you said the first time we heard this piece together?”

I smiled and felt my face warm; I’d never forget that day. “Of course I remember,” I replied, cupping your cheek in my palm. “We were walking the streets of Paris, hand in hand. We passed a theatre and heard this very song playing. It must have been the third time we had heard it play during our not so many dates. I said this must be our song now. And I told you I loved you…”

You nodded and pressed a kiss on my hand. 

“Just as I have done every time I hear this song.”

I leaned closer to you, my hand moving, cradling the back of your head as I guided your lips to meet mine. 

“I love you, hondje,” I whispered before kissing you. “I love you.”

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Ikemen Vampire - Jean x OC

Words: 898

Summary: Amy had always been confident in herself, other people's opinions never mattered much. But now that it's their wedding night and the time to be intimate with her lover for the first time had come, she was very conscious of all the faults people ever found in her appearence

Tags: Fluff, a bit of comfort, some self image doubts

I planned this to be a smut fic, didn't plan for it to be an OC rewriting of an even story, but everything went against my plans 😅

I might add he smut as a new chapter later, I just wasn't as ready to write it as I thought and decided this part worked on it's own

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Amy thought all the joy of the day would be enough to drown out the nagging thoughts in her head.

Now that everything had quieted down and they were alone, it wasn’t. The weird feeling she had when seeing herself in the mirror that morning was impossible to run from. Especially when it was time to face these things.

Her body never bothered her much, but now that the time to be intimate with her lover for the first time had come, she was very conscious of it.

Sure, she had an athletic build, not something people would often complain about, but at the same time, she was told in the past how flat she looked, or how she was easily mistaken for a guy in her youth, and for the first time it started to bother her.

Jean surely loved her the way she was, but this situation was different. Love and attraction were different things. Or so she heard her friends say. As if being completely inexperienced and barely knowing what she was doing wasn’t enough, she couldn’t even call herself attractive enough to compensate.

“Amy?” Jean asked, caressing her face.

“Sorry. Just thinking.” A smile came to her face easier than she expected, just to have her attention taken back to her beloved and the memories of the dreamy wedding they had.

“Happy thoughts, I hope.” Jean smiled back.

“Happy indeed.” Not exactly a lie. She still had a lot of happy thoughts in mind, especially when looking at him. “I am finally married to the man I love most in this world. How could I not be happy?”

“And it’s also finally our wedding night.” Amy blushed at him being so direct like that. She didn’t expect him to be the one to bring it up. “You know what that means?”

“What?” Amy gulped, but tried to give him a questioning look to cover her nervousness. This didn’t come as easily, but at least her voice came out normal.

“A married couple only becomes husband and wife after their wedding night, right?”

That was enough to break a little of the tension within her as she held back a laugh. Where did that come from? No. She was certain it was Arthur and Dazai filling his head with nonsense again.

Kissing her softly, Jean carried her to bed. He whispered her name, leaning over her. Amy found herself relaxing under his gaze and touch, her eyes naturally closing… Only to open again at the sound of soft laughter.

“I’m sorry, Amy.” Jean pulled back just a fraction. “I only wanted to tease you a little.”

“Wait. You were just teasing?”

“Even I know we became husband and wife when we got married, not because of our first night.”

He looked so serious, she really did believe him. Him having fallen for Arthur and Dazai giving him the wrong information wouldn’t be anything new, despite all the times she and Mozart told him not to believe everything the writers said.

But more than that, she couldn’t believe he had it in him to tease her like that! Jean had surely come a long way since they met.

“Jean!” As she tried to playfully shove him, he caught one of her wrists.

“I am still a little nervous, and you looked like you were too, so I thought I’d break the ice.”

That was right. Jean had as much experience with this as her, and also had his own problems with his image. The scars that, for some reason, hadn’t fully healed when he became a vampire had been a huge source of concern to him.

“You just look so beautiful today.” Jean continued, letting go of her wrist to interlace their fingers, his hand slightly cold and trembling. “I’ve been staring at you all day and I’m still not used to it.”

He rested his forehead against hers, and she couldn’t help but smile back, tightening her hold on him.

Sometimes she noticed his hesitation in the happiest moments, as if he still fought with the thought that he didn’t deserve it. And all she wanted to do was reassure and protect him.

Moments like this reminded her of the first night she saw him without his eye patch. How the first words he spoke to her were an apology. How he called himself ugly. A monster. And how she reassured him. The first night they faced each other with such openness and how they accepted each other’s feelings.

They should have the same openness and understanding now.

With her free hand, Amy reached out to touch Jean’s face, contouring the edge of the eyepatch before moving to remove it. Jean tightened his hold on her hand just slightly, but allowed her to do so.

“You are just as beautiful.” She whispered back, caressing the edge of his scar. “And I am just as used to it, but, used to it or not, I want you to make love to me. My husband.”

She was still afraid of disappointing him, but Jean probably was too. Not that he could. And if he couldn’t disappoint her, that meant she couldn’t disappoint him either, right?

Amy gently pulled him down for a kiss, drowning both their worries in the love and passion they had for each other. Enough passion to reassure her that everything would be fine.

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[ NSFW | Minors DNI ] Wordcount - 672

Business Trip

Yes, I do have a voice kink. Problem?

I sigh. Lucifer hasn't been home in three days. I know he's busy, but I miss studying with him working away over the scent of coffee and sound of Mozart's Requiem. I even missed his annoying habit of clicking his pen when he was irritated.

And then, miraculously, he sends me a text.

Lucifer: Are you still awake? Me: Yes. Can you send me a picture of you? I miss you :( Lucifer: Picture.

I feel the blood rush to my face, and for a moment, I have to make sure the door is closed before I find myself staring at the image he sent me. He was sitting in a loose towel, a few beads of water still stubbornly clinging to his hair though the rest of him looked dry.

Me: You're so bad, you know that? Lucifer: Please. Like you don't send me pictures of you in the lingerie I bought you when I'm in the middle of a meeting. Me: Yeah? And? Lucifer: If was there right now, you'd already be bent over, and you know it, naughty girl.

I start typing, only for my ringtone to start playing as the caller ID reads "Luci."

"In a mood, are we?" I ask, and his sonorous chuckle plays through the speaker, tickling my ears.

"Aren't you?"

"Maybe I am," I tease.

"Then strip. Now." I shiver, a familiar tingle already running through my body at the sound of his lowered voice. Even when he wasn't physically present, his dominance shredded any control I might have had.

"Yes sir," I whisper, and then my hands are under my shirt, feeling up my stomach the same way he always does as I drag the cloth of my shirt up and off my body. I already craved the feel of his hands as I slid my fingers down my thighs, rolling my pants off.

"Show me."

I bite my lip as I shudderingly open my camera, taking a picture of myself and blushing as I see a small stain in my underwear. I find myself hoping he'll tease me about it.

"Good girl," he praises sweetly, and I whimper in response, squeezing my legs together. "You're already ready, aren't you? It's okay; touch yourself, honey. I want you to come." Permission? This early? Not that I'm really complaining.

"Lucifer," I rasp as I glance my fingers under what remains of my clothing.

"Yes, love?" he purrs, his lust bleeding through every sound byte.

"Fuck me," I breathe, almost unconsciously, as I press into my clit, and Lucifer chortles to himself.

"Are you that desperate for me already?" A quiet, fleshy smack echoes, and I feel my face warm with the thought of what the sound was from.

"No?" I lie, blatantly, full-well knowing that Lucifer is going to remember it, and use it as an excuse to confine me to his room for a few days.

"Are you trying to wind me up?"

"No," I lie again, smiling before I let out a higher-pitched whine as my fingers start to get soaked.

"You are fast approaching being tied to my bed."

"Yeah? What are you going to do once I'm tied down?"

"Mmmm..." he hums, and I writhe in response as his rumbling timbre rakes down my spine. "I think to start, I'll spread your legs wide..."

I shiver, biting my lip as I hear another questionable slap. My fingers work on my sensitive bud, soft moans leaving my lips as I do so.

"...leave you completely exposed to me..."

I sharply inhale. I want more.

"...and lick your cute little pussy..."

"Ah," I groan out through my teeth, squeezing my eyes shut. He sounds more guttural now, more possessive.

"...until you're a screaming fucking mess."

"Ah...!" I gasp, my lips parting in a silent wail as I finish, a soft groan of Lucifer's crawling in my ear. "Fuck me. Lucifer, please fuck me... Need you..." I can hear him chuckle.

"Wait until I get home tomorrow, love. You'd better be prepared."

[leslutdepointedulac]

Do you wanna know what's making me sad today? During the séance in Merrick, even when Claudia's telling Louis to kill himself, and she's hurting him in every way possible (both emotionally and physically), Louis was still more concerned for her than he was for himself.

"Merrick, don't let her go into uncertain darkness. Merrick, guide her!"

Even after he's been ridiculed and stabbed by her, he still can't bear the thought of her suffering. He still wants to protect her and ensure she'll be alright. No matter what Claudia does, no matter what she says, no matter how badly she hurts Louis, she will always be his little girl in his eyes.

And I suppose that's part of the problem, is that he still sees her as a child. But at the same time, he's a parent, and parents will always have an aspect of seeing their children as their babies, no matter how old they are. And they'll always have that instinct to love and protect them. Louis is simply a father loving and grieving for his daughter.

What also breaks me, is later that night after the séance, when Louis' talking to David. At the beginning of the book, it says how Jesse and David have heard the sound of music and bird song, but Louis hasn't, and this upsets him.

"Oh, I know it must be tantalizing," I said, finally. "It's so easy to conclude that we're coming close." "No," he said, turning to me politely. "Don't you see, David? You heard the music. I haven't heard it. Jesse heard the music. I've never heard it. Never. And I've been years waiting to hear it, asking to hear it, wanting to hear it, but I never do." His French accent was sharp and precise, as always happened when he was emotional, and I loved the richness it gave to his speech.

That night, in the middle of a conversation with David, Louis stops and looks likes he's listening to something.

"David, do you hear it?" he asked with mounting excitement. "David, listen!" [. . .] "David, listen to it. It's all around us." He rose to his feet, his left hand still pressed to the pain he felt. "David, it's Claudia, it's the music, it's the harpsichord. I hear it all around us. David, she wants me to come. I know it."

The way he goes from sadness to pure joy and excitement at what he thinks is a sign from Claudia is so sad, especially after everything he's experienced. For so long he's longed to hear the sound of the music, for so long he's been living in his misery, and now this one thing is what makes him happy. He's so deep in his own depression, that even after the events with Claudia, he's convinced this is her doing, and he's joyful about it.

He was gazing off, mesmerized and comforted, and his eyes were glazed and his face was softened and unchallenging. "I know that sonata. I remember it. And yes, she loved it, she loved it because Mozart had written it when he was only a child. You can't hear, can you? But you did once, think back on it. It's so very lovely, and how fast she plays, my Claudia." He made a dazed laugh. The tears thickened; his eyes were veiled in blood.

Louis immediately finds peace and comfort in hearing the ghosts of the past, like he can really feel Claudia right there with him in the flat. He also acknowledges how she loved Mozart so much because he found success at such a young age, and he realises how Claudia found solace in that in a way. She may have felt less alone in knowing that there had been someone else who, despite their young age, had seemed so beyond their years. And the way Louis refers to her as 'my Claudia', shows how he's still so immensely proud of her, and how he still feels nothing but love for her.

"I hear the birds singing. Listen. I hear them in their cage. The others—all our kind who know of her—they think of her as heartless, but she wasn't heartless. She was only aware of things which I didn't learn till so many decades had passed. She knew secrets that only suffering can teach. . . ." His voice trailed off. He pulled back gracefully from my grasp and he walked to the center of the room. He turned about as though the music were truly surrounding him.

Louis is aware of the fact that Claudia did what she did as a result of her suffering and her pain at being trapped, both in her child's body and by her fathers. It's like he can't bring himself to see any wrong in what she did. Louis knows that because of her predicament, it caused her to see the world in a way he wouldn't be able to understand, until he too has experienced great pain in his life.

Claudia was far more experienced in her suffering than he or anyone else could ever give her credit for. What she went through was a very personal and individual experience, that couldn't have been taught by her directly, but through Louis' own journey through life.

"Don't you see what a kindness she's done?" he whispered. "It's going on and on, David, it's getting all the more rapid. Claudia, I'm listening to you." He broke off, and turned again, his eyes moving over everything yet seeing, nothing. "Claudia, I'll be with you very soon."

He's so convinced that what he's hearing is Claudia trying to communicate with him. He genuinely believes that she's doing him a favour by giving him permission to leave this life, and join her in death. He's so desperate and so blinded by his grief and his love for her, that he's willing to do the unthinkable, in the hopes that it might please her and release them both from their hurt.

He stood still with his head bowed. His hands had dropped to his sides. He seemed infinitely sad and infinitely defeated. "Has it stopped?" I asked. "Yes," he whispered. Slowly he looked up, lost for the moment, then getting his bearings.

The second he can't hear the music anymore, Louis feels as though he's lost that connection with Claudia; the one bit of communication from her he felt he had left. The thought that he's lost her all over again brings him back down to the reality of the situation: that Claudia's no longer with him.

As for him, he stood as before, elegant in his faded black, a man dreaming, the blood dried in his eyes and giving him a dreadful look, as he stared off again, distant from my heated compassion, cutting himself off from any solace I could bring. "You'll meet me tomorrow," I said. He nodded. "The birds are gone now," he whispered. "I can't even hum the music inside my head." He seemed unbearably distressed.

There's nothing that David can do to reach Louis at this point. The only thing that can bring him any sort of comfort is Claudia, and having some form of connection with her again. Even after David tries to make him promise they'll meet, to try and convince Louis not to do anything, all Louis can do is vaguely acknowledge it before going back to what he previously heard.

He's heartbroken that after all this time of not hearing anything, he finally had what he thought was communication with Claudia, only for it to disappear again like it never even happened. That music and bird song were the only things bringing him comfort, and now it's gone, along with Claudia, lost to him once again.

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Francis Drake Main Story

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors. I didn't proofread this.

The historical figures who were resurrected as vampires have made contracts with Comte, except for Napoleon.

Napoleon was revived against his will, without a contract, and had become a being with both human and vampire traits.

Comte: "Based on what I've heard, it's possible that Drake arrived at the mansion through the same circumstances as Napoleon did."

Comte: "Although it's still a mystery how historical figures can come back to life as sort of half-vampires, even if they didn't ask for it."

Drake: "Hold on."

Drake raised his hand to stop Comte.

Drake: "I can accept that this is the 19th century, but all this talk about resurrections and vampires is getting crazy. Can you at least tell me more about what's happening?"

Drake, who had been smiling nonchalantly, looked confused.

Napoleon: "I understand how you feel."

Mitsuki: "Me too..."

(When I came to the mansion, I couldn't keep up with all the unrealistic stories either.)

I totally understand how Drake felt.

Feeling sympathetic, I decided to make a suggestion to Comte.

Mitsuki: "Comte, I think we need to explain the situation."

Mitsuki: "And since he doesn't have a place to go, why don't we let him stay at the mansion for a while?"

Drake: "........."

It would have taken at least another month for the door to open again. Even when it did, there was no guarantee it would be stable.

Considering the recent abnormalities in the door, he's lucky he was able to reach the mansion.

And if Drake was supposed to have died in his original time, he may have no place to return to.

Even though it wasn't my problem, just thinking about it made my heart tighten.

Mozart: "Are you crazy? This pirate just attacked us out of nowhere."

Arthur: "I can't say I don't understand the situation. Of course, attacking Mitsuki was unforgivable, but I'm also worried about letting him roam freely."

Dazai: "He's right. It would be a problem if he got a sudden bloodlust and bit someone on the street."

Drake: "Wait, there's a possibility I could turn into some sort of wild animal? Me?"

Sebastian: "On that note, we have both Rouge and Blanc here in the mansion. They should help manage both your meals and impulses."

Napoleon, who had fought with Drake, glanced at him.

Napoleon: "I can't sense any hostile intentions from him anymore. If this guy does something weird, we'll do something about it."

Napoleon: "Right, Jean?"

Jean: "Of course."

Drake: "You guys are reliable yet intimidating."

Napoleon and Jean nodded to each other, and everyone's gaze turned to Comte.

Leonardo: "What's your decision, Comte?"

Comte: "........."

Comte: "Drake, can you promise not to harm anyone?"

Drake: "Yeah, sure. If you're worried, you can keep an eye on me."

Comte nodded in response and untied the rope binding Drake.

Comte: "Then I welcome you. Maybe you came to this mansion guided by something."

Arthur: "A miraculous and fateful encounter, perhaps?"

Drake: "Seems like an overly dramatic fate to me."

Drake: "Anyway, sorry for the terrible first impression. I'll be in your care from now on, so let's all get along."

Drake chuckled, and I couldn't help but relax along with him.

(He doesn't seem like a bad person.)

Mitsuki: "If there's anything I can do to help, please let me know."

Drake: "You're such a kind-hearted person."

And so, a new resident joined our mansion.

That night, after the sudden turn of events, I found myself on my bed, flipping through a book I'd brought from the library.

Mitsuki: "I wonder if it's in here. Ah, here it is."

I flipped through the book titled "Historical Figures Who Moved the World" and found the page about the person I was looking for.

The title was Francis Drake, Hero of the Sea. A page dedicated to Drake.

(Sebastian sometimes scolded me for being clueless, so I should at least learn something about Drake since we're going to live together from now on.)

The book mainly recorded Drake's accomplishments.

("He was the second person in history to circumnavigate the world. Queen Elizabeth awarded him the title of knight for his achievements during the voyage.")

(He discovered the Drake Passage during his voyage. Come to think of it, I've seen it on the map!)

I was surprised to learn that the famous landmark on the map was named after him.

At the same time, it was mentioned that he had committed numerous acts of piracy, such as attacking enemy ships and looting valuables.

(For his homeland, he was a hero, but for someone else, he was an enemy. He lived his life amid conflict.)

I couldn't help but feel the light and shadow of history after learning the background of this historical figure.

As I continued reading, I found a description that caught my attention.

Mitsuki: "After his death due to illness, his body was placed in a lead coffin and submerged in the sea."

Mitsuki: "A sea burial?"

(History says he died and was laid to rest.)

(I wonder if something happened at that time that caused him to come back to life like Napoleon?)

I closed the book I had finished reading and lay down on the sheets.

(I never thought someone would come through that door.)

He didn't seem anxious or troubled, but he's in an unfamiliar place, so he might still face some challenges.

With that in mind, I fell asleep.

The next morning一

Drake: "Morning, little fawn."

Mitsuki: "G-Good morning, Drake."

When I came to the dining room in the morning, Drake greeted me cheerfully.

However, there was something that caught my attention.

(Does he mean me when he says little fawn?)

Mitsuki: "Um, Drake, my name is..."

Drake: "Hm? Isn't it Mitsuki? Am I wrong?"

Mitsuki: "No, you're right!"

However, what caught my attention even more was Napoleon slumped over the table beside me.

Mitsuki: "Good morning, Napoleon. You're up early today."

Napoleon: "I didn't sleep."

Mitsuki: "Huh!?"

Drake: "Haha! Last night was fun."

Apparently, after that incident, Drake received some explanations from Comte.

Comte told him that the door could potentially connect at any point in time as long as it was working normally.

He also told him about the vampire's nature and that this mansion was home to historical figures from various eras and nations.

After that, Napoleon spent the night with Drake, serving as both his guard and companion.

Drake: "Our situations are pretty similar, so I had a lot of questions for him."

Napoleon: "Then we got carried away and ended up talking all night."

Sebastian: "I heard they chatted the whole night. It would've been cool to eavesdrop on their conversation!"

Sebastian, who came out of the kitchen, offered Napoleon a warm cup of tea instead of coffee.

Drake: "Napoleon was not only a military commander, but also the Emperor of France. No wonder he's so strong."

Napoleon: "Stop teasing me."

Drake playfully slapped Napoleon on the shoulder, and Napoleon, with his eyes half-closed, swayed sleepily.

(Napoleon is a heavy sleeper, so he must have been tired.)

(It feels like they've gotten a lot closer.)

Napoleon: "I'm at my limit. I'll leave this guy to you."

Mitsuki: "Okay. Good night, Napoleon."

Napoleon stood up and left the dining room unsteadily.

After seeing Napoleon off, Drake let out a big yawn.

Drake: "Fuwah. I'm getting sleepy too."

Drake: "But before that, I'm hungry."

(This guy is so straightforward when it comes to his desires.)

(But come to think of it, he's also half like Napoleon, so he's probably hungry too.)

Sebastian: "I'll prepare breakfast. Please wait a moment."

Drake: "Sure. So you guys are on cooking duty?"

Mitsuki: "Yup. Is there anything specific you want to eat this morning?"

Drake: "Let's see."

Drake: "Blood."

(What!?)

Drake: "Just kidding. I thought vampires could only drink blood, but I'm glad they can eat regular food too."

(He said it so seriously that it caught me off guard.)

Drake: "I'll leave breakfast up to you."

Mitsuki: "Okay. Then I'll make pancakes!"

Drake: "It's nice to have a meal without any trouble. On the ship, there's always a bunch of hungry men fighting over food."

Drake: "Plus, it's great to have a pretty girl like you cooking for me."

Mitsuki: "You're quite the smooth talker, aren't you?"

As I responded, feeling a bit flustered, Theo suddenly chimed in.

Theo: "Are you also a flirt like Arthur?"

Vincent: "Good morning, Mitsuki, Sebas, and Drake."

Theo and Vincent came to the dining room.

Drake: "Let's see, you guys are the famous Van Gogh brothers, right?"

Drake: "The angel brother and the devil brother, as Arthur said."

Vincent: "I often hear that, but I think Theo is the real angel."

Theo: "B-Broer."

Drake: "Haha! Vincent, you're such a doting older brother."

(He interacts with anyone so casually.)

It might be a little unusual for someone to get so close to others in this mansion.

Theo: "Hey, Drake. Don't call him that so casually."

Drake: "Oh, then Vincent big bro."

Mitsuki ▪︎ Theo: "Vincent big bro!?"

Hearing him say that to Vincent made both Theo and me yell unintentionally.

Vincent: "Big bro. Fufu, it's refreshing to hear that since no one called me that before."

Drake: "It looks like he likes it."

Theo: "Rejected! And stop being so happy about it, broer."

Sebastian: "Drake has incredible social skills."

Mitsuki: "Pffft…ahahaha!"

I couldn't help but burst out laughing as I caught Sebastian secretly taking notes in his diary.

For some reason, after finishing his pancakes, Drake started arranging the chairs in a perfect row.

Drake: "*yawn* I'm really sleepy. I'll just take a quick nap. Nighty night."

Mitsuki: "Hey, Drake! You can't sleep here!"

Drake: "Huh, I can't? Then I'll sleep on the floor."

Mitsuki: "That's not allowed either!"

(We shouldn't encourage more people to sleep anywhere like Leonardo!)

Mitsuki: "Sebastian, is there any unused room available?"

Sebastian: "I'll need to confirm with Comte first, though if ever there is, it might not be clean."

Sebastian: "Let me show you to the guest room for now. Mitsuki, please help me prepare it."

After preparing the guest room for him to lie down, he nodded and smiled, saying it was more than enough.

Mitsuki: "Then, take your time and relax, Drake."

Drake: "Hmm. Thanks for going through the trouble, Sebastian and Mitsuki."

Just as I was about to leave the room after Sebastian一

Mitsuki: "Waah!"

He suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me back into the room.

He pressed me against the wall, and his face came close to mine, his eyes cold.

Drake: "Hey, Mitsuki. Did you tame everyone in this mansion with your blood?"

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[yanderepuck]

I NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS

@cirilla-fiona-riannon is translating Drake's route and she has the first two chapters done BUT I NEED TO TALK ABOUT IT.

Aka spoilers

So we get some bro moments with all the guys which is really cute BUT WHAT PEAKED MY INTEREST is that the trio are all friends with everyone at the mansion like its nothing.

They aren't trying to stay in the shadows and its like Comte and Vlad found each other in Paris and just picked up their friendship. WHICH MAKES SENSE.

This is technically a WHOLE new story. No rivals, which also means that Vlad has only brought back Charles and Faust. Wellington, Gilles, and all of them never came back because it also seems like Shakespeare never worked with Vlad.

Shakespeare is at the mansion when Drake comes along and no one bats an eye that he is there. He does live int he Villa, but it seemed like he was talking with Mozart and Jean when the three of them entered the room. But he doesn't seem tense at all or trying to hide anything.

BUT WHAT ANGERS ME IS THAT DRAKE AND SHAKESPEARE RECOGNIZE EACH OTHER BUT THAT NEVER HAPPENS WITH CHARLES AND NAPOLEON.

But that's an gripe for another day(aka tomorrow when I read Charles' route)

BUT WHAT I'M GOING TO LIKE ABOUT THIS is that with EVERY OTHER ROUTE, we knew about past events bc we read them. We knew Vlad was the enemy, we knew he brought back people, we knew Shakespeare was shady. BUT THAT'S NOT THE CASE ANYMORE.

FAUST EVEN MAKES MEDICINE FOR SEBASTIAN. But even though we knew he had some sort of illness, that seems to be only in his route, because (at least int he translation) they don't point out that it is that kind of illness, just that he wasn't feeling well.

CHARLES AND DAZAI ARE BESTIESSS

We also learn about why the door has been weird for the last couple of routes. If you read Faust's route you know that they can't changed time too drastically. Faust was simply trying to save the orphanage and he almost got erased from time (cybird would have done this a little better but I digress). So wither it be God or something else, they don't like that Comte and Vlad have been able to time travel and that being caused a distortion in the door. I'm glad we finally got an answer for this, but that answer wasn't so important.

Up until now its really only been Leonardo who has pointed out how he can tell the differences between vampires and humans and I was starting to get the feeling that it just happened to be a special ability of his. But no. Comte points out that Drake is part human and vampire, meaning he's a demi just like Napoleon SO MAYBE WE WILL FINALLY GET ANSWERS.

I probs won't be talk too much about the route itself, but these kinds of little things. But I do love that Drake immediately got into a fight with Napoleon.

[hueningsloverr]

౨ৎ give you the moon !

pairing : non idol!hueningkai x gn!reader summary : he might be dying, but all he can think about was mending your broken heart - but 'sorry' doesn't fix everything. warnings: a lot of talking about death, and cursing. kai's sort of an asshole word count : 0.9k

receiving a call from your high school sweetheart was not on your 2023 bingo sheet, and neither was learning that he may be dying. huening kai, the prodigy of basically everything a person could do, was dying at 21 whilst you, the struggling college student who really didn't think they'd go far in life, was healthy.

it wasn't fair.

though, as kai explained it, it was karma. in his eyes, he was terrible towards you in those final months of high school, feeling dejected as he didn't get into his top pick for college, yet you did. and so he stayed with that dejected feeling, let it fester and turn to anger, and took it out on you.

you, who had been there by his side since he first moved to your town, unsure of if he'd be able to fit in, or make friends. you, his first love who he realised he loved the night of his first soccer match, you standing there in the pouring rain, a smile on your face. you, who was always there for him.

but in your eyes, it was a mix-up with the strings of fate. your strings had been intertwined with kai's from the moment you were born (according to your strangely spiritual childhood neighbour), and you had spent so much time together those strings had gotten jumbled. you were supposed to get sick, not him. how would that even be fair?

and how was it fair, after all these years, of him to ask you to come visit him in the hospital.

"beomgyu, taehyun, soobin, and yeonjun have all visited... but i haven't seen you" he whined, sounding just like he did in high school. that same puppy-like demeanour to his voice, yet it was now raspy, and broken. as he spoke, he struggled to fight back bouts of coughs, and he truly sounded like death.

"kai..." you began, unsure of what to say. how do you tell a dying person you can't even bring yourself to say goodbye? "i don't know- i'm really busy with work."

"you sound just like your mom." he scoffed.

you paused momentarily, digesting his words with wide eyes before you came to, moving quickly to hang up from the phone.

years had passed, and he was still as callous as he was the last day of school.

"i'll see you tomorrow!" you smiled to your friend, waving as you walked towards you car. towards kai. kai, who sat there on your hood, holding an envelope. "kai?" you asked, close enough now to see him clearly, anger spread across his face as if it was a disease.

"you got in." he muttered, shoving the envelope to your chest the second you were within distance. "and you didn't tell me. you got into my school."

"what?" you mumbled, fumbling with the envelope as your brows furrowed. "i mean, yeah, i got into most places i applied to. but you know i've had my mind se-"

"you got in, and somehow i didn't. that's ridiculous. i'm basically the mozart of this generation and i couldn't even get into my top choice." he scoffed, rolling his eyes as he slid off your car, standing tall in front of you. "how is that fair?"

how was it fair?

6 missed calls. 28 unread messages. 4 voicemails.

you had to do it - visit him. but how could you when the last thing he told you was that he never hoped to see you again.

"i hope you're happy you lose me over it. you deserve it for being a backstabbing bitch. don't bother coming to hiyyih's party, i don't want you there."

yet you picked up the phone, hands shaky as you typed in his number, and then a short message telling him you would visit, but only for a bit. you didn't have the guts to explain that you couldn't bear to even be in the same room as him for more than half an hour.

seeing kai so sickly tugged at your heartstrings.

what had the world come to?

what could you even say to him? what do you tell a person who may be dying?

he was pale, far too pale to be considered healthy.

his face had been drained of all colour, and his lips were so chapped it looked like he hadn't drank water in weeks.

"you- you look well..." he managed to force out, his words followed by a coughing fit.

why were you here again?

"i was hoping you'd come-"

"don't." you warned, a look that one could only describe as torment filling your face. "don't you say that to me. not after everything you've put me through."

"i'm sorry i just thought..."

“you’re sick kai,” you cried, tears welling in your eyes as your stared at the boy in front of you. "and not just physically."

“ill get better - ill be better for you.”

“you might be dying.”

“id die a thousand times if it meant you would stop crying right now, please.”

“stop treating me like im water in your hands, about to escape. im right here. ive always been right here kai. youre the one who pushed me away.”

“id do anything for you, i swear it. if i could give you the moon, i would.”

“i don’t want the moon kai, i’ve never wanted anything in life. it’s always been you who wants things, and you try to make me want them too.”

kai went silent.

you were right. you were always right.

and there was nothing kai could do to stop you from walking out of the hospital room then and there.

you both knew that.

and there was nothing you could do to stop hueningkai, your childhood best friend, your first love - your greatest love -, from dying.

everyone knew that.

authors note : this is obv inspired by miss phoebe bridgers song "moon song" + this has been haunting my drafts for nearly two months, and i keep rewriting oceans away so i basically havent posted in like a week so pls take this while i struggle 😔

©2023 — all rights reserved to hueningsloverr , please do not plagiarise or translate any of my work

[not-krys]

[Repost] Hold My Hand - Thea

Part of this set of WIP Wednesdays

Raw, unedited writing, Introvert vs Extrovert, Thea does cuss someone out in French (which is machine translation, so if it's wrong, sorry, not my fault)

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"Thanks for coming out with me today, Isaac." Thea smiled back at her companion, "I really appreciate it."

Isaac looked down at the street, unsuccessfully at hiding the pink on his cheeks.

"Sebas was busy with chores today, so he couldn't come. And Theo's always busy with selling paintings." She chattered away. "So, thanks again. I don't think we've really had a chance to spend time together yet, have we?"

Isaac said nothing. Thea only grinned more.

"Let see. We ordered Leonardo's cigarillos and some more fruit to be delivered later. We got the different brands of blue inks for Mozart and Arthur, since they like using blue ink in their work, but not the same one at Mozart's insistence. It's a little silly, if you think about it, all this fuss over different brands of ink. Not even the same specific brands each time either. One time I got them mixed up and neither of them seemed to notice. It was kind of funny, when I told Sebas about it."

"You…" Isaac mumbled.

"Hm?" Thea stopped and looked back at Isaac, the blush stronger on his face.

"You… talk a lot."

Thea laughed softly.

"Sorry, forgot you're not much for talking." She put her hand on her hip. "If it bothers you, just tell me to shut my pie hole. No hard feelings on my part, I know I talk a lot. My dad Liam complained about my chattering all the time. Only for Papa Beni to swoop in and starting chatting with me too, just to get on Liam's nerves."

"Dad? Papa?"

"They're my fathers. Well, they took in my mom and me when we had nowhere else to go. They're not my dads in the biological sense. just practically raised me from the ground up. They were all friends when they were young, my mom, Liam and Beni. They refused to let their friend be homeless."

"They… they sound nice."

"I wish you could meet them." She smiled, "Well, if they can get over me time-travelling to the past and meeting famous figures of the past that have been turned into vampires first."

Isaac didn't say anything, letting the freckled girl chatter on as much as her heart desired. He didn't like that she prattled on so much, but he knew he wasn't great at starting conversations (or keeping them going, really), so really, the fact that she didn't seem bothered by him being quiet at all was both relieving and a little unnerving. Not that she ever ignored him, she was attentive when he had something to say, but still, he should be contributing to the conversation more, surely?

The crowds were getting denser, Isaac noticed. Thea was tall, but it didn't bode well if he lost her in the crowd. Would Theo come after him if he lost her? Would Arthur? The thought irritated him.

He then heard the sound of screams of horses and fast spinning wheels. Of course, someone was speeding through the street when there was high foot traffic-!

Isaac reached out thoughtlessly, grabbing a hold of Thea's warm hand, just as the careening carriage turned the corner, narrowly missing the girl, thankfully only blowing back her hat. She whipped her head around, looking angry at the fleeing vehicle.

"Hey! Slow down, asshole! Il y a des gens qui marchent ici, connard!"

Isaac flushed pink, embarrassed.

"Honestly," Thea huffed, "the nerve of some people! It's only gonna get worse when cars start getting mass-manufactured. Man…"

Isaac was still too stunned to speak, looking stupefied at their still joined hands.

[supercantaloupe]

CONCERTI PLEASEEEEE the one (1) piece(s) of classical music i can name is vivaldi's four seasons violin concertis (concertos?) and they are my favorites i listen to them so often they are wired into my brain. and i STILL can't tell the seasons apart because i am immune to telling apart instruments :) but anyway really would love to see your list ALSO please please ramble on about topics of your choice that's one of my favorite things you do!!

okayokay. hmm

for violin concerti i have to give it up to brahms. i wasn't much of a brahms vln cto guy until i had to do it twice in orchestra in two years and then it grew on me. but also i'm an oboist and i'm biased because the middle movement is practically an oboe concerto as much as it is a violin concerto. anyway i also like tchaikovsky's violin concerto, mendelssohn's, and mozart no. 3. it will probably be more fruitful to ask a violinist for more suggestions because i don't listen to these very much but i know i have violin player mutuals so i'm calling on them to drop in the comments lol

PIANO CONCERTI. this is the other instrument that has like one million concerti out there. some of my favorites are beethoven 5 "emperor", tchaikovsky 1, and gershwin concerto in f :) (loooove the gershwin concerto). rhapsody in blue is sort of concerto like but it's not strictly a concerto i think. also shoutout to the ravel left hand piano concerto -- a very unique piece! he wrote it for a piano player who lost his right hand in world war i.

Lower strings - stamitz viola concerto! enough viola jokes, society has moved past the need for mean spirited viola jokes, it's a good instrument and this concerto is great. dvorak and saint-saens's cello concertos are about as standard and great as the come, but i think elgar is also great (even though it's not a style i usually prefer!). and as for bass, there's basically nothing as iconic as the bottesini concerto.

winds - i love me a good clarinet concerto. mozart's clarinet concerto (which was actually originally written for basset clarinet, an old type of clarinet with a slightly lower range and mellow tone) is classic and wonderful, but so are weber's clarinet concerti (i like no. 2!). the mercadante flute concerto is a lovely piece, i don't think it gets played that often but it's great. and the ferdinand david concertino for trombone!! really great. there are admittedly a lot of great concertos out there for horn, trumpet, bassoon, flute, etc. that i just don't know (sometimes i hear them on the radio but i don't catch the composer or work title)...but there's a lot out there, you can really just poke around until you find stuff you like

oboe - yes of course this gets its own section. you have asked an oboist for her choice of concertos. i am so biased here it's not funny. Anyway let's go chronological shall we. Starting with the marcello concerto. i think it usually gets played in d minor but i play it in c minor. do NOT @ me. next up is the mozart concerto which is pretty much just flat out required for every oboist to know if they want to do ANYTHING remotely professional in the world of oboe performance, it is THE standard rep for us. also do not @ me about not including the mozart flute concerto earlier because THAT'S THE SAME PIECE!! the flute concerto is just oboe concerto transposed up a step. LAME! anyway moving on. josef fiala is a kind of little known classical composer who has a few oboe concertos, i'm a fan of basically all of them. then there's my FAVE the kalliwoda concertino in f, it's so good, i played it for my senior recital. then getting into the 20th century there's the vaughan williams concerto which...i go back and forth on how i feel about it. it's lovely to listen to but it kicked my ass when i tried to learn it and i gave up on movement ii. also this isn't oboe but it's english horn which is like oboe's big brother, donizetti has an english horn concertino which i really like too, although finding out that it's disputed whether it should be in F or in G rocked my world (especially after i had gotten used to playing it in G and then tried it once in F and it broke my brain. i can't accept that it might be better in F...i can't...)

and then some WILD CARDS that i want to shout out because they're fun. the first two are double concertos: the mozart flute and harp concerto! and the fiala english horn and clarinet concerto! i think this combo is so weird and unique and great, i would LOVE to play this some day though i doubt that will ever happen.

you've heard of double concertos well now get ready for QUADRUPLE concerto. vivaldi wrote a concerto for four violins in b minor and it kind of rules. bach also arranged this for four harpsichords in a minor so you might also find that version. it took me forever to figure out who actually wrote the damn piece because i'd heard it both ways in multiple places

penultimate mention goes to the grunge oboe concerto, which attempts to answer the age old question, what if oboe music was emo/metal music. and then the final mention goes to this guy's specific performance of a vivaldi recorder concerto

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