Ode to Hot Chocolate
Mozart x reader
: ̗̀➛ A/N: A sweet little piece written as my secret Santa gift for @cowboy-rowlet back in December. Realized I never posted it here and I think it's been long enough. Since there was a whole mixup between hot cocoa and chocolate confections in Mozart's route, I thought it'd be fun to explore modern day hot chocolate with him, too 😊
: ̗̀➛ Warnings: GN reader. Sweet and fluffy, with a little bit of Mozart sass. Slight angst?? Mostly comfort
: ̗̀➛ Word count: 1566
It had been a small handful of months since Mozart had come to the future (the present?) with you. It hadn't been a decision that came to either of you quickly, or lightly, but as Mozart's belief in his works grew and his dreams of building his music career again filled his mind, it was decided that this was for the best.
Things were rough in the beginning, getting him adjusted to the way people spoke, getting him used to being in modern vehicles, and not to mention figuring out how to give him a legal presence back home. Thankfully, he was a quick learner, and it wasn't long before he could handle a smartphone by himself, learned to use a computer, and (reluctantly) came to rely on public transport to teach at a local college's music program. You'd even introduced him to the keyboard; a wooden piano was too expensive to get just yet, so the electronic variety would have to do for now, and though it took getting used to, your lover was still appreciative of the things you did to make him happy and comfortable.
That was in the summer. Mozart had been blown away by the concept of central air conditioning to keep cool, more than a little thankful for modern technology. Now, however, winter had the landscape in its grasp, its chilly fingers creeping through every crevice in your house and leaving both you and Mozart with freezing hands more often than not, despite the hard work of your heating system. Mozart's displeasure with the weather was almost palpable, especially as it made it difficult to play the piano, fingers too frozen to be as nimble as he preferred. Part of you couldn't help but find his disgruntled look funny, but tried your best to keep quiet as you reassured him that it wasn't the end of the world, a brilliant idea coming to mind. To raise your lover's spirits, you dragged him into the kitchen, mindful of the suspicious pair of violet eyes watching you as he stood there, wrapped in his favorite blanket.
“I really would have preferred to stay in my seat, you know,” Mozart muttered, pulling the blanket tighter around himself. “Why did you drag me out here?”
“Because, it's more fun together,” you simply replied, getting two mugs out of a kitchen cabinet and setting a kettle full of water on the stove.
Mozart simply stared at you, grumpy confusion on his face. Okay, being cute wasn't working. As you turned the stove on to boil some water, you then reached into another cabinet and pulled out a ceramic jar shaped like an owl, holding it out for Mozart to inspect.
“Swiss Miss…?” he read off the tag, brows furrowing before he read the next words, a light of recognition finally appearing in his eyes. “Hot cocoa mix? Is this what I think it is…?”
You couldn't help but clap. “Yes! It's hot chocolate. I wanted to make it for you now that the weather is chilly,” you said, beaming at him. You didn't miss the way your lover's eyes sparkled for a moment, before he feigned continued displeasure.
“I see.” He put the jar down, but his eyes lingered on the ceramic owl. “Still, did that require my company? You were making such a fuss that I come along, I thought it'd be something more important.”
You ignored the barbed words, now prepping your ingredients, and Mozart watched with cautious curiosity as you set down a small container labeled “cinnamon”, a bag of puffy white things, and a metal can on the counter.
“You say that now, but you'll be thanking me soon,” you said. “Nothing is better on a cold winter day than a nice hot mug of hot chocolate. It'll warm your hands and your body right up, and I wanted to show you how we do hot chocolate in the modern age.” You glanced at the ceramic jar, memories of your early days in Comte's mansion slowly coming back to you, like a dream. “I remember, back in Comte's mansion, when I brought you those chocolates and you thought I meant the drink. And then we found out that the terminology had changed between your time and mine. …I just want to share some of my experiences with you, and maybe the time difference won't feel quite so large anymore.”
Mozart's eyes widened for a moment, before softening with recognition, and he finally gave you a small smile. He stepped closer to you and pressed a kiss to your forehead, his hand finding its way out of the blanket to seek yours. It was wonderful how such a simple gesture seemed to warm you to the core.
“I remember that day well,” he said, squeezing your hand. “You were so eager to drag me to the library and show me that book. Then you went on about how vampires and humans are the same or some such nonsense. You were so excited, you were like a puppy.”
Heat rose to your cheeks instantly, knowing exactly the moment he meant. You spluttered, trying to find your words, before something brushed against your lips. It took a moment to realize that he'd kissed you, a look of love but also enjoyment on his face, and you couldn't help but huff as you turned away, earning a chuckle from the musician. A low rumbling could be heard from the kettle, but you didn't want to get distracted yet from dealing with your lover's teasing words.
“Well, I'm sorry this ‘puppy’ was just trying to connect with you. Maybe I won't share my extra special hot chocolate secrets with you, then, if it's a bother.”
A moment of silence passed, and the lack of response started to nag at you. A trickle of doubt entered your mind, but you stayed strong, knowing Mozart was just trying to tease you. This certainly wasn’t the first time you two had exchanged snarky words, and it wouldn’t be the last. Finally, he sighed, wrapping his blanketed arms around you, and his cool fingers tilted your chin up his way so you could see him.
“Mein liebchen, you could never be a bother to me,” he murmured. It was so easy the way his words made your heart flutter. “And you know I’ve already told you, I’m dedicated to learning everything there is to know about you. So I hope you’ll tell me all your secrets, too, even if it’s about hot chocolate.”
“Wolf…”
A wave of love rushed over you, and it was a struggle to keep a lid on your emotions. Mozart was the same, his chest almost uncomfortably tight with how much he loved you. It was only natural, then, for your lips to meet– at least, until a shrill whistling caught your attention.
“Oh!”
You broke out of Mozart’s hold to grab the kettle, moving it off the burner and shutting off the heat. You looked over at him, and you fell into laughter together.
After that, it was easy enough to show him how to make some easy yet decadent hot chocolate, telling him how companies developed a powder mix for ease of use, and the debate on whether to use milk or water. Next, he learned the wonders of whipped cream in a can, how it stayed fresh and cool. And lastly, the sprinkles of puffy marshmallows with some cinnamon dusting made the final touch, including a little history lesson on how the modern marshmallow no longer contained medicine and now served as a simple sweet treat. Mozart’s eyes were sparkling as he looked at the final creation, and you couldn’t help but fall in love all over again with that boyish curiosity.
Once the treat was deemed a safe temperature, you two took your sips simultaneously. A clear look of pleasure filled your lover’s face, and it wasn’t long before he was drinking it quicker than expected.
Time passed, standing in the kitchen with your mugs feeling pleasantly full and warm, and Mozart glanced at the ceramic jar again, a wistful look in his eyes. You leaned against him, waiting for him to speak, and a quiet voice came out.
“I hope Schelm is doing okay… or was okay, after I left,” he said.
You gave him a nudge.
“I think he’s okay. He’s got everyone in the mansion to care for him, after all. Sebastian was especially excited to meet him, you know,” you replied, grinning at him. You glanced down at your empty mug. “I bet Sebastian could make a really good cup of hot chocolate, I wish I got to try it.”
Mozart nudged you back.
“Well, I don’t think anyone can make things like Sebastian. That man is an enigma just as much as he’s a butler. But I think he also can’t make hot chocolate the way you can, and I’m perfectly fine with that,” he said.
You two shared a sweet kiss, your lips warm and chocolate tasting. It was hard to ignore the bitterness you two held inside, leaving the people and beings you loved to come to the future, experiencing all these changes and sometimes feeling out of sorts. But the sweetness of hot chocolate helped to ease the pain a little bit, and you knew you’d be making another cup of deliciousness sometime soon.
