#ikevamp vincent x mc x shakes

[pseudofaux]

Pseu! Thank you so much for blessing so many people with lovely lovely craven sin (among other sweet things)!

Could I request HCs for Vincent/MC/Shakespeare where the suitors were already in some kind of relationship before MC slipped in the mix? Please feel free to make these as filthy or saccharine as you would like!

Rather than giving three specific topics, I'd like to pull three different scents from Shakespeare's perfume cabinet 😌

~ Sandalwood

~ Lavender

~ Orange Blossom

Thank you!!

This is so fun! I love the idea and I loooooove the fragrance notes, those were very fun to keep in mind, thank you! Two clean...ish, one desperately in need of a bath. But all very lovey, which I hope will work for you. Thank you for helping me with my writing lately, I can't tell you how grateful I am! I really hope you will enjoy these.

(Requests are closed, I’m still working on ones from earlier this year! Just a few left, will post a masterlist when they are all done.)

Orange Blossom is the warmth of their sheets, a freshness that lingers around them even when they leave the bed and then scents their good morning kisses, which are gentle and sunlight-soft. In a triad they can each hold one another’s hands, quietly rub their faces against each other, and perhaps slide tongues in slow blessings, all to reconnect after sleeping in warm togetherness. It’s not about heading back to bed, it’s about preparing one another to be brave for the day and fill each other up with touch and love until they can be together again. Soft. They sit her down at the vanity table and tidy her hair for her as they dress themselves. She anchors them like a star, and indeed they feel as though they rotate around her now in the perfect order they were always meant to.

Sandalwood is the scent on napkins brought into Vincent’s studio for an unexpected lunch, and it makes a simple meal feel like a feast. Midday light streams in through the windows and it turns the room into a palace and the crumbs that decorate their laps into golden dust. They were once two, and Will could not easily bring a picnic to this place... but it is easier now, and she is giggling, Will is grinning behind his sandwich, and Vincent realizes he is smiling, too, so deeply his precious loves vanish from his sight when his eyes close and his head bows, as it must when he is so grateful as he is right now.

And it is lavender that perfumes...

It is lavender that perfumes the clawfoot tub they insist Will find his place in. Vincent has done this a few times on his own, but by now she’s joined them before. They sink him into the bubbles and the pepperdust sweetness of the lavender bath and then go to their gentle work sudsing his hair and running a soft cloth along his shoulders and arms. He’s stiff beneath their ministrations... but only for awhile, and his quiet sigh of surrender slides him further into the water. After he is clean, they keep him there and torment him with kisses light as moonbeams and touches that begin to slide toward his belly. Their sleeves are wet, but then he is in two hands at once and an anguished cry flies up to the ceiling when the back of his neck finds the lip of the tub. There is splashing but he can only think on how they are touching him, how silky the water makes every caress. Then they start talking and he can’t think at all.

Vincent, what do you do with someone you love when you know they need extra care?

You care for them, of course.

And they care for him until he shouts, forces himself to stand, and feels the lavender bathwater and bubbles trickling down his body and dripping from his hair as he takes himself in hand and finishes into two pairs of eager, outstretched palms that wait for their victory.

[lordhelpme0-0]

I’m quite intrigue on a Ikevamp X twisted wonderland crossover. But the main thing I’m mostly worried about is two words: Rook Hunt.

Yes you heard me right. This French Hunter will go ballistic now he find more vampiric beings.

Isaac will be pestered and be called Roi De Newt. Rook will stalk this poor introvert of a man. Will ask judges questions and etc.

Theo is gonna seethe and avoid Rook, cause Rook and Shakes do be vibing. Literally.

Vincent is just gonna be another Kalim at this point, I’m going to worry for him.

Comte dealt with Will, but a will.2? He gonna need a spa day.

Leonardo is same with Theo but more likely to be able to fend of this Hunter.

Mozart, may he not slam any instrument onto Rook face.

Napoleon, he will be on guard but still charismatic. I worry. A lot.

Jean is gonna hold a cross at Rook, or use his sword at Rook.

Arthur will not like being placed 2nd, cause Rook got better pickup lines than him. Lmao.

William and Rook, why does this duo give me bad vibes. They should be separated and not met. If they meet, hell is upon us all.

Vlad won’t mind him, but Rook may be a bit more cautious.

Charles is just gonna be happy for a new visitor. Most likely will answer any of Rook question in great detail.

Faust is just gonna be avoid 2, he may threaten rook. But Rook handles it well.

Poor Mc, now she has to deal with a whole new set of hot men. Arthur be feeling insecure lmao.

Sebastian will handle it fine, hopefully his journal ain’t discovered by rook.

As for the rivals or any other OCs? That will depend on y’all.

@yanderepuck

[ikevamp-shrine]

Hii i'm just wondering if you're taking regular requests? Like, not the nsfw ABC one? If you are, then can i maybe request a hc of how the boys would react when they're getting turned on from something MC does but she doesn't realize it? (If everyone is too much then just Arthur, Vincent, Isaac, Dazai and Mozart hehe) anyways, thanks in advance!

Yes I am still taking requests. (I really enjoyed this one) Thank you for requesting and if you would like me to do the rest of the residents just say so and I shall do as you ask. Enjoy.

Author: @ikevamp-shrine

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Character(s): Le Comte, Sebastian, Arthur, Vincent, Dazai, Mozart, Isaac

Pairing: x Female MC

Word count: 2183

Warnings: mentions of blood, character unwillingly being watched while naked, nsfw (barely though)

Le Comte 

His body rocked gently with the carriage; the movement already lulling her to into a deep sleep. Moonlight trickled in from the window, caressing her skin like ghosts dancing across a marble floor. Her breathing is interrupted, speeding and slowing at times as is she was being pleasured. Her lips parted slightly to release a breathy moan, “…comte.”

The scent of arousal stained the air in the carriage as Comte’s face pinches in pain. “Ma Cherie,” he whispers; the wisps of his voice inaudible to any soul other than himself. “Such a wicked temptress you are.”

He reaches out; her skin warm against the cold pads of his hands. His fingers trace the curve of her reddened cheek, ghosting over the sharp cut of her jaw, dipping lower to kiss the rushing vein of her neck. His fangs pulsed, chest heaved, eyes stalking the female like a wolf would its prey. The pureblood hastily jerked back, hissing as if her skin had scalded him. A quick movement and fangs penetrated the tendon of his thumb, his eyes rolling closed as he reigned in some semblance of control. Releasing his hand, Comte panted, a thin trail of saliva connecting his abused flesh and lips as his nails raked tears in the plush seat below causing white feathers to float down like snow on a cold winter’s morn.

“You shouldn’t leave yourself so vulnerable to me, Ma Cherie… after all, I am a still beast,” he paused his smooth words to watch a ribbon of red seep from the healing marks on his flesh, “and you, a lamb ripe for the taking.”

Dazai

Her skin was flushed from the heat of the thermae, her features relaxed in a soft smile. The candle light illuminated her curves causing her to appear to be what Dazai could only define as a fertility goddess basking in the warmth of light, unbashful to any who might stumble upon the ethereal sight. Her soft breast surrounded by ringlets of wet hair raised as she placed a towel along the top of her head, shifting her hand along the white threads. Water droplets slid down her flesh forcing pale yellowed irises to stalk the clear liquid.

The mysterious turn of his lips seemingly permanently chiseled into the planes of his face dropped into a frown; the want to overtake and claim her body was demanding and too fresh.

Like a wounded animal lapping at its bloodied paw, the beast inside his heart curled, growling, daring anyone to approach him and his possessions. Blood dropped down his chin as his fangs chewed wildly at his lip. His cock raised, sliding against his thigh, swelling with lust and need for the vulnerable female before his trembling form.

Her eyes shot towards the widow mimicking the shiver sliding down her spine; her mind reeling with images of feral yellow eyes watching her, memorizing every dip of her body, but was greeted by a lone tree branch swaying gently in the breeze.

Dazai heaved against the trunk, nails clawing at the harsh bark, moans muffled by the tight palm of his hand as a wet stain slowly spread over the fabric of his clothing, concurring the cloth like the pleasure tumbling through his mind. 

“How far I have fallen,” Dazai whispered, pleasure still rolling through his body, “she who was oblivious to the monster peering through the glass barrier will surely gaze at my dilapidated form with astonishment when the sun kisses the horizon. Innocence dripped from her womanly body like the water warmed by her flesh.”

Dazai smiled a broken smile only men who had been starved of all hope would recognize, “my, how these sinful fingers would corrupt that innocence she holds so close to her breast.”  

Vincent

The stroke of his brush against the canvas was wild, vigorously hurried. The thought of losing the memory chiseled into his mind’s eye fastening his pace. His heart beat with a fury the painter didn’t know was possible as his breath stopped; the air only releasing from his lungs when the pounding in his head became too unbearable.

All she had done was smile, her lashing fluttering, colored orbs bashfully glancing away, a blush staining her cheeks as she tucked a stray piece of silken hair behind her ear. Behind the same ear that glinted with a sliver cuff matching both Theo’s and himself. Vincent’s eyes had widened in absolute disbelief in what he was witnessing. Beauty beyond humanly possible had stood before him; enchanting him, leaving him a slave for her touch.

Every emotion he possessed was being laid bare on the canvas with each brush of color against the skin of the canvas. He worked until red stained the sky, rising over the horizons like the god of war riding a flying chariot. His fingers throbbing with pain from the constant movement, never being allowed a break. He gazed at the painting like a lover would their other half. The oils still vibrant was moisture. Vincent craved for the color of her skin to be beneath his fingers, warming the rough flesh of his palms, not stuck, forever frozen in time, trapped in the same position for all eternity.

His cock strained against the confines of his trouser, lips being tugged into a pained whimper. The smell of linseed oil and turpentine refused to drown out the overwhelming scent of her very being still coating the insides of his lungs. His tongue traced over his fangs; the wonder of the taste of her blood running through his mind. His eyes rolled back as he imagined the softness of her body against his own. His soul was on the canvas- the act a declaration of his love and lust for the woman he had yet to call his. 

“Will you ever look my way, I wonder,” Vincent murmured into the night. His words never being heard by another soul.

Arthur

The door creaked as Arthur pushed it open, stepping into the dimly lit room, the candle on his desk burned down to a nub from the hours of being aflame. It was well past midnight when he had returned from the tavern with Theo, he had told her not to wait for him, but she had tried to stay awake; that much was obvious with the scent of chilled coffee mixing with the sweet smell of her flesh and old paper staining the air. A dark mug placed beside her sleeping form on the nightstand as well as a book, forgotten, tucked between the pads of her fingers. Lips parted slightly to release soft, comforting snores, her hair flowing around her form like wings, the curve of her hips being insinuated by the wrinkled, white fabric of his shirt that clung to her slowly breathing body. The sheets of his bed bunched around her knees; the sweat lightly dampening her forehead a sign of overheating.

Arthur took a sharp inhale of breath at the sight of her heart shaped bottom peeking out from under the shirt. How he would love to see the flesh of her bare bottom rippling from his thrusts as he pounded into her, making her squeal with pleasure.

“Did you do this on purpose? You naughty little minx,” rumbled Arthur. His jaw clicking with movement as he advanced towards his desk, shaking his head to clear his lust filled mind. His stomach grumbled, mouth watering when he noticed the small, mesh pouch of packaged fudge resting on the wooden surface of his desk. Arthur threw his head back, groaning with pleasure, eyes drifting closed as he whispered, a content smile tugging at his soft lips “ass and fudge… damn I love this bird.”

Isaac       

 Isaac shifted his shoulders, forcing a crack to resonate down his back- a regular occurrence the entirety of the day. His form was hunched over his desk, his cheeks flushed, and brows furrowed in concentration; gentle metal clicking reaching her ears. The sheets were soft against her bare legs as she shifted, placing her book down against a nightstand; stretching her arms above her head.

“Isaac,” she hummed.

It took the physicist a few second before he recognized her voice slipping through the air. “Yes, my love?” He responded.

“Does your back hurt?” He didn’t realize she had left her place on his bed to tip toe behind him until her breathy whispers tickled his ear, causing him to jolt slightly.

“A little. The damned thing refuses to stay connected,” the chair creaked under him as he leaned back into his lovers hold, gesturing to the trinket pieces resting on the wooden desk. The warmth from her arms seeped into the skin around his neck while he continued, “I might have to ask Leonardo about it, unless I find-.”

Isaac was irrupted by the strong caress of female fingers shifting over his shirt clad shoulders. Her lips pecking once at the top of his head, thumbs tracing the curve of his tense shoulder blades, digging into his muscles in a pleasant motion.

“Wha-what are you doing?” Stuttered the pale haired man, his hands raising slightly off his lap in shock.

Her slow, relaxed sigh sent a pang of electricity straight to his slowly hardening member, “taking care of you. What else would I be doing?” The flirtatious tone of her voice paired with the warming friction of her fingers against his skin forced Isaac to tug at his tightening trousers; a low whimper being muffled by his teeth, an embarrassed blush warming his ears.

“…the gods help me,” he whispered.

Mozart

The piano was chilled as Mozart leaned against the whitened wood, her giggle forcing a small trimmer to befall his lips. The sweet taste of the chocolate paired with the strong hints of coffee filling slid over his palate like the words falling from hers, “do you like it?”

Her eyes were bright, humorous with a small, barely-there tint of insecurity as he swallowed, smacking his lips to further live in the taste. “It is alright, I suppose,” he mumbled.

She smiled softly, returning to nibble at the half-bitten piece of chocolate resting between her thumb and forefinger. “Ah, its melting!”

Mozart rolled his eyes at her disbelieving tone of voice, answering with his own, “yes. It does that. I thought you weren’t idiotic enough to not acknowledge that-.” His words were caught in his throat as he saw her finger disappearing into the cavern of her mouth; her cheeks hallowing slightly as she sucked at the digit. Her eyes stared at the floor in concentration, her brows being pulled together from the thoughts running through her mind. Slowly her finger reemerged, her lips releasing the flesh with a soft pop.

Mozart swallowed thickly. Denial ran rampant through him at the feeling of his trousers becoming tighter to a point it was somewhat uncomfortable. He could still see the melted brown on her tongue as it darted out, licking at her thumb like a snake scenting the air.

“Wolf? Are you feeling okay? You’re a little red,” her words were close, her breath smelling of cocoa as she placed her lips to his forehead, checking for fever. He sputtered, falling back to place his hands roughly against the ivory keys forcing a deranged concoction of notes to shift through the air, “do not- do not do that…,” he huffed. Wishing nothing more than for the earth to split and swallow him whole at the high-pitched crack of his voice.

Sebastian

His hair was a mess, water still dripped from his chin, his tie loosely dangling around his neck, his breath coming out in hurried pants as Sebastian launched himself into the kitchen, throwing himself into motion only freezing when his lover’s laughs penetrate his ears.

“I’ve never seen you this frazzled Sebastian,” she giggled walking over to him, taking the tie between her fingers and knotting the fabric. She had yet to notice the panicked scowl on his face.

“Why didn’t you wake me up? I don’t see how being late to wake is a laughable matter when it concerns the wellbeing of the residents.”

She glanced up, a brow raising slowly at his accusing tone of voice, “I woke up early and did your portion as well as mine,” she paused, placing a gentle kiss to his wet cheek, smiling gently, “you have been more tired than usual so I figured I let you sleep in.”

Sebastian took a deep breath, wrapping his arms around his lover and letting his head fall back, his eye lids closing as a low groan left his lips, “I love you.”

Her love-drunk giggle made him smile brightly; his stone façade non-existent as his lips locked and parted with her velvet hills quickly. Hands slid down his back to rest against his hips making a shiver run up his spine; heat pooling into his eyes at her affections. He growled lowly, nipping at the shell of her ear, “good girls get rewards, and you’ve been a very good girl.”

Breakfast was a little late that morning.

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[who-ever-said-i-was-nice]

Heya, could I ask for the ikevamp boys finding mc passed out at the table surrounded by work? Uni's been killing me lately. If all of them is too much then just Leonardo, Jean, Comte, Theo and Mozart? Thanks x

I cried five times while making this.

Dear Anon! Thanks sooo mush for the request. 😘I’m sorry for taking this looooong I also have a shit ton of work but HERE IT IS. I hope things get better for you and good luck!😘❤️❤️ I added a different type of uni to each of the guys just to make it interesting. @nad-zeta your daily dose of Theo. XD. Love you. Hope you enjoy! Ok here we go!

Ikevamp boys x an overworked mc

Leonardo

he just woke up from one of his naps and he decided he’s going to have a snack most probably mc

as he’s walking towards kitchen he spots you sleeping on one of the tables in the library surrounded by a huge pile of books, pens and papers

now he knew that you refused to give up on the uni you where going to when you came here but he’s still a bit surprised

he walks up to you and takes a peek at what you are studying 

architecture

more specifically some designs he came up with

*eyes emoji*

after the initial shock of finding out you where studying his work he smiles and picks you up and caries you to your bed

from that moment on he will always help you with whatever you are studying and always makes sure you take breaks

Comte

he was walking around socializing with the residents when he stumbled upon you snoozing on the dining table buried in a mountain of book

ha was aware of your studies and offered to let you off work completely

but you insisted on dedicating 4 days a week on housework

however this meant you had to study like crazy

when he saw you there he already knew what’s wrong

he panicked internally but calmly walked to your side

he didn’t insist one knowing what exactly you where studying but this was so convenient he just had to take a look

finance studies

well damn

finds it very amazing that you manege to work and study that at the same time

sighs and carefully picks you up and takes you to bed

after that he makes sure you get enough rest in between study sessions

he will spoil you a bit more and offer to help with your studies

Jean

ok so we know poor baby can’t read

he doesn’t get why you are so passionate about your university

what did you call your studies? Linguistics? Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat?

he has no idea what you are talking about but he loves you and loves that you have a passion

when he sees you passed out in your room in a very uncomfortable position surrounded by books...

...panic

oh wait no panic you probably just fell asleep ‘cause you where tiered

wait tiered?

panic

he will pick you up and take you to your room, makes sure you are tucked it

from that moment on he will make sure you get enough rest

Isaac

precious little bean

on one hand he understands why you are so passionate about your studies on the other he is worried

one time you where working late into the night and he asked you to stop and you brought up the argument that he does the same

so he decided not to stop you

however when he finds you passed out in the gazebo...

nope.

he is panicked and scared and angry at himself for not realizing sooner

he hurries to your side when one of your books catches his eye

you are studying quantum physics?

say what?

ok he now has a whole lot of respect for you

he will gently shake you awake

“ Mmmhmm...I did my essay” “Y/N it’s me, wake up”

you immediately wake up

“ Don’t ever do that again. You scared me.”

Now you guys study together so cute

Napoleon

UMMMMMM boy

if he saw you just hanging off a table passed out he will have a heart attack

then he will realize that you are just sleeping and you are not dead so he will calm down a bit

he can’t resist the urge to take a look at what you are studying either

politics

interesting.

so you want a  politics degree

what you will do with it he has no idea. After all you are in a different time period, but he thinks  it’s good to have a goal

what he doesn’t think is good is over working your self

“nunuche wake up” “noooooooooo I won’t wake up unless you do what I do to wake you up”

so he will kiss you and you agree to wake up how adorable i  think i’m going to cry over my own work damn I’m weird  

If he ever see you looking even a little tiered he will steal you away and you will cuddle

Arthotthur

Heart attack nr.2

oh no wait my bird is just sleeping

he’s not happy

ok let me rephrase that

he’s happy that you are happy but he’s not ok with the fact that you have overworked yourself and on top of that he’s beating himself up for not noticing earlier

he’s debating whether you’d be more pissed if he carried you to your room* or if he woke you up when something catches his attentive eye

you where studying to get a bachelor's degree in English whaaaaaat!

will go through your notes and

when he finds out you want to become a writer.....

Omg fanboy mode: activate

“ I didn’t know I had such an effect on you Luv”

you: say wut? Arthur I became writer because I wanted to

Now you two run around n the corridors smiling like dorks and narrating random events when your free and he writes next to you when you study   ( to keep and eye on you. He loves you so much)

* if that doesn’t apply to you I’m sorry. I try to write from another persons prospective, but a lot of my writing is based of my reactions to a situation or my personality. In this case I’d be pissed if he left my stuff there or went into my room ( it’s my sanctuary ok my disaster). And waking me up oh no bitch run. But on a serious note don’t be mad if it doesn’t fit your description, and if it didn’t and you want me to change something feel free to let me know. Ok next victim:

Theo

to say he’s pissed is an understatement

he’s pissed at you for taking it to far but he’s pissed at himself a lot little more for not noticing sooner

like his bff he’ll also be contemplating taking you to bed rather then yelling you awake like witch one will end up in a bigger slap

then he notices what you are studying

art

when you are done with this you are literally going to get an art degree

Theo ex. has stopped working

he is getting emotional on the inside

 will gently take you to bed and tuck you in

he’ll pat your head “ Creative Hondjie”. He has such a gentle smile on his face god I can picture it I’m crying

from then on when you have a project he will help criticize you and he will help you progress with your art

 will be keeping an eye on you 25/7 yes 25 this guy will create a time loop if it meant that you had more time to do the things you love (ahem Theo) xd  no

all in all he will be just a little softer with you, but only you. And will also deny it if somebody points it out

Vincent

Let’s all just sit down, take a moment and appreciate Vincent

He will see you passed out and he will PANIC

he will rush up to you and make sure you are ok

also waking you up in the process

he will ask what you are studying

“sooo you want to become a chef”

Pffffffff we all know poor baby is parallel with cooking

like he will burn water

is super supportive tho gee who would have thought

this boy is an angel and will help you cook

Jesus I hope Comte has fire insurance

you have a lot of fun with him and he will actually end up learning a few things form you.

will make sure you never overwork yourself again

 Dazai

this dork almost stepped on you

you had passed out under you window , ‘cause you had been studying on the floor

and this guy came waltzing in through the window

“Toshiko-san? Toshikooooo shit”

*cricket sounds* yup

he will squat down next to you and poke your cheek

“ what are you doing on the floor?” you: “what are you doing in my room?”

OOOOH GOT ‘EM

you two of you will laugh about it and he will ask you what you are studying

you proudly shove your text book under his nose

“ well well Toshiko-san want’s to take care of small animals?”

you: Yes, like Isaac

he’s not really fazed by you falling asleep but  will make sure you don’t overwork and if he sees you getting tired he will crack a few terrible jokes to lighten your mood and then he will proceed to steel you away

Mozart

ok now clean freak here is going to be worried

not panicked just worried

uhum Wolf you keep telling yourself that

you where studying in the music room while Wolf was playing

suddenly he heard a thump

he stopped and looked around only to find you passed out on the table

seems like the all-nighter combined with the music led you to fall asleep

he’s frozen for a hot second until he realizes you are just sleeping

he will slowly walk up to you and poke you with a broom ‘cause he doesn’t want to touch you

Jkjk

he will go up to you and gently attempt to shake you awake when he notices what your studying

 you where studying music

“Marry me?”

he will wake you up and question you about it

from that moment on he actually helps you a little when you don’t get something and you study in the music room at all times because” it’s noisy outside”

we know you just care about her Mozart

Sebastian

he flicks your forehead

that’s it. Thant’s the canon

no I’m kidding he knows how much you study and is worried about you even before you pass out

and when you do that’s it

he scoops you up and takes you to your bed

he only flicks your forehead when you wake up

yeah you get an ear full from him

he asks what you are studying and tell him you want a degree in history

ok suddenly he’s not mad at you

from that moment on he always makes sure you are not over working

he actually shows you his notebook and you find it fascinating 

now you both collectively stalk the residents

William

y’all aren’t ready for this

when he sees you passed out in the garden he’s ready to pull out a gun and kill anyone and everyone who dared harm you

then he realizes you’re actually sleeping and he calms down a bit ( he’ll keep the gun tho shhhhh don’t tell Comte)

he will gently pat your hair and just look at you

when you wake up he will ask you what you are studying

you are a complete blushing mess when you tell him you want to become an actress

he’s shooketh and also really happy at the same time

now he takes you with him to the theater and he gives you a role to play and he watches while you practice

he’s also super attentive and will never let you overwork yourself again

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Stay safe everyone! 😘😘😘

[shookspearewrites]

Musical Theatre songs that remind me of Ikevamp

This is a random, dumb idea that no one asked for but I have a musical theatre degree so I’m qualified to do this and it’s my legal responsibility to share it with you all, my doves! May I present: Musical Theatre songs that remind me of Ikevamp.

Contains spoilers for the following routes:

Theodorus van Gogh

Leonardo Da Vinci

Isaac Newton

Arthur Conan Doyle

+ Contains themes of angst, as well as an extremely brief mention of nsfw content. Do not read if you could be uncomfortable with such content.

Please scroll away if you don’t want to see these things! (There is a “Keep Reading” cut before any spoilers, angst or nsfw occurs.)

- JJ x

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Oom-Pah-Pah! from Oliver!

Here we have a boisterous, fun, loud drinking song set in a pub in the 1830s and I cannot shake the thought of Arthur and Theo getting into singing this at the pub when they’ve had a few drinks. Its canon that neither of them can drink that much before they’re completely drunk so, I can just imagine both of them having a jolly ol’ time singing this together on a night out and getting really into it.

With Anne on My Arm from La Cage Aux Folles

Maybe it’s because I’m re-reading Arthur’s route atm but, this reminds me of when he finally realises he’s fallen for MC. MC just fills him with so much self-confidence that he previously lacked because she truly loves him for him and not for the front that he puts on - Arthur is just so truly, purely in love with MC.

Hey Little Songbird from Hadestown

This song reminds me so much of Shakespeare in Vincent and Isaac’s routes in a way, like his general demeanour towards MC and how she is so intrigued by him. I also imagine that William would call MC things like “Songbird” and “Turtledove”, etc.

A Heart Full of Love from Les Misérables

Oh goodness the moment that le Comte laid eyes on MC, he was in love with her and I cannot be convinced otherwise. He’s head-over-heels for her already when they meet in the Louvre and he returns her earring to her + he’s such a gentleman as well as a hopeless romantic so, he really reminds me of Marius in this song particularly. Then you could also add the layer of, assuming that le Comte and Leonardo have been romantically involved with each other in the past and the possibility that Leo still has feelings for Comte, that Leonardo is much like Eponine here.

It Means Beautiful from Everybody’s Talking About Jaimie

Honestly I think that all of the suitors just need to hear this and believe that they are all beautiful and loved. This song reminds me of the confession scene in Vincent’s route and yes, both of them make me cry 😢 Vincent needs to believe that he is wonderful and beautiful & that nothing will ever change that.

I’d Do Anything from Oliver!

Okay but does this not radiate Dazai and Arthur energy? Like them both vying for MC’s attention and teasing / bantering back and fourth with her. I dunno but, I’ll be damned if Dazai doesn’t kinda remind me of the Artful Dodger in this song.

Falling Slowly from Once

Oh goodness this song reminds me of how Isaac and MC fall for each other - Slowly, afraid that they’ll hurt each other, and the underlying theme of Isaac’s abandonment issues and loneliness. There’s also something about it which always makes me think about the dance scene when Isaac says “Thank you for letting me pretend that we could’ve been perfect together” and I’m weeping over it 😭 The heartache I feel over this man-

Far from the Home I Love from Fiddler On The Roof

This is pretty much just what MC goes through whenever she has to choose whether to stay at the mansion or return to her own time. I feel like this especially resonates with Theo’s MC given that they choose to go back to MC’s time together, and that Theo sacrifices spending his life with his brother for MC.

As Long As You’re Mine from Wicked

All I can think about when I hear this song is Leonardo’s route when he and MC make up after she asks him to turn her and they come to terms with each other’s situations. Like, it really resonates the same kind of energy as the moment that they decide to stay together despite all of the hurdles that they will have to overcome together. 

Dust and Ashes from Natasha, Pierre & The Great Comet of 1812

Sometimes I think about Arthur and get really upset and then I think about this song and Arthur at the same time and I get even more upset. Like, take the incident with Sister Amelie at the orphanage, when Arthur gets hurt and passes out for a few days - He goes through that, almost dying whilst believing that MC doesn’t love him back and that he doesn’t deserve her love (he’s very wrong about that.) And then there’s the intense reunion at the door where Arthur’s sobbing me too tbh and he and MC can finally be honest with each other and it’s just so emotional and heartbreaking - This song, in my opinion, encompasses that perfectly.

Paris Makes Me Horny from Victor/ Victoria

MC.