Does anyone also like those things where (in like a fic or in your imagination or something) you’re with someone who has abnormal strength. Then you’re against a wall or a tree with their hands on the surface you’re up against, they kiss you and it starts off very sweet and gentle before becoming very passionately, then when they pull away you notice that the place on the surface where their hands were is completely destroyed from their strength because they were holding back so you wouldn’t be hurt.
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Shakespeare × F!Reader
William Shakespapa: Family Man
— Part 1 —
rating: G
word count: 919
tags: family, wholesome, light crack
notes: written for my lovely friend @ikesimp100 as part of @ikemenlibrary's Ikevamp Gift Exchange | I've only managed to complete part 1 of this story before the deadline but I'll try to get the continuation out soon :)
A lavish chateau on the outskirts of late-19th-century Paris.
The players, a family of three: a beautiful woman of luminous smile and artful wit, a gorgeous but eccentric man with mismatched eyes, and their adorable four-year-old daughter—a shy red-haired child who on this sparkling morning is preparing for her very first day of school.
But the gentleness of this tale cannot be evoked without its opposite. Indeed, this tale begins with a dash of chaos and a sprinkle of frenzy.
"Mushrooms...check." You toss six vibrant caps onto your cutting board. A pivot of the heels and you're off to the pantry with a swish of your skirts.
"Cheese... cheese...," you mutter, juggling a whole list of chores in your head. None of which you are looking forward to as you'd much rather be the one accompanying your daughter to school today. You maneuver the pantry door open with one shoulder and a shock of cool air greets you. But your thoughts coalesce upon the incredible collection of cheeses that your versed husband has accumulated over the past season. A cheese for every manner of guest and occasion.
Fortunately the block in question is just one angled tilt of your cutting board away. With the block secured you peer deeper into the pantry. "Butter... butter... butter..." You freeze in your tracks, a family of lines settling on your brow. "Butter? Will, where's the...Oh!"
You throw a glance over your shoulder but you are surprised when Will manifests from the opposite direction. A light kiss brushes your cheek and your cutting board grows heavier with new weight. Will spins out past you and exits the pantry.
Your youngest perches comfortably on his shoulders, commandeering him toward the bread box. She teeters a bit and you gasp, reaching for your husband. "Will, she's going to—"
"I've got her, my Juliette," Will assures you with his roguish arc of his shapely lips. He swings back by with bread in-hand, but this time he gives the small of your back a playful tickle with his elbow. You squeal but refrain from swatting him back lest you instigate a mishap yourself.
Your dear Serenity laughs at her papa's antics. "Don't worry, Mama, I'll get him back for you." The nervousness from this morning seems to be all but gone from her expression, replaced with a conspiratorial glow that she could have only inherited from William Shakespeare.
— 1 Year Ago —
"Truly, truly remarkable. We've no shortage of prodigies among the residents, but Serenity is something else entirely." Comte sits legs-crossed in the chateau's sunlit salon. He looks the same as ever, not a year to his eternally youthful face. Soft waves of smoke rise from his tea-cup, rendering him strangely ethereal, but it is a sight that you've long-since become accustomed to.
"To have such aptitude for reading and writing at the mere age of three. Astounding. Ah, but regarding maths, I think we can rely on Isaac or Leo to tutor her, but the point stands." He shifts in his seat, excitement tinging every word. "I think you've been gifted more of a miracle than you bargained for, Will. You must be bursting with pride."
"Bursting is an understatement," you answer, stealing one of the gourmet biscuits from Comte's plate. You give it to Serenity who sits on the opposite sofa beside her papa. She doesn't look up, idly accepting the biscuit into her mouth as she scribbles away in her tiny folio. She has been working on her comedy of errors all month.
"Serenity, say thank you to Mama," Will chides her gently.
Serenity pauses. "Mama said she doesn't need thank-yous, she needs help with chores."
"You help her plenty, my starlight," Will replies.
"I wasn't talking about me."
Comte breaks out in laughter. "Sorry, I apologize. I can't tell which parent she's inherited such sass from."
"Definitely me," you say without missing a beat. You stick your tongue out playfully at Will.
Will sighs but his smile is nothing short of doting. "Serenity is exceptional in more ways than I can count. I fear for those who will share her company in years to come."
Comte sets his teacup down as his laughter finally subsides. "I sense some genuine fear in that sentiment."
Will's smile falls away for a moment. You wonder if Will is going to be forthcoming. He doesn't look to you first as he proceeds to answer, and you aren't sure how to take that.
"Her wit will serve her well, but as her father, I still worry. Entering a prestigious academy like the one you are suggesting is no small ordeal for a child of her age. The rigorous curriculum, the pressure..." Will trails off as his hands clench into fists, his eyes darkening. "I don't wish for her to ever think that she is below arbitrary standards. Nor to be consumed in pursuit of..."
"Will." You're about to get up from the sofa you're sharing with Comte when your husband looks up with a wistful smile.
"I know, my Juliette," he continues. "We can't know of what future challenges our child might face, but," he redirects his attention to Comte, "I am told Dazai's son and Isaac's twins both attend this same academy. So she won't be alone at the very least...?"
Comte nods and gives Will the smile reserved for his sons. "Our Serenity never has and never will know loneliness. As my dear friend would say, she is surrounded by far too many wonderful flowers."
Spoops! I’m just as excited to share this at last! After reading his route, relaxation is just what he needs honestly 🥺🤧 I hope you enjoy this brief intermission from life with your best boy ❤ Happy reading~
P.S. The three takes you mentioned are essential!! I uno-reverse-card them back at you, too!
Wordless “I love you” Prompts #20: Washing their back/hair in the shower.
[Characters]: You, Shakespeare
[Genre]: Fluff, bathing together, established relationship
[Word Count]: ~500 words
[Requested by]: @spoopy-fish-writes
~*~
You and Will were enjoying each other’s company in le thermae. He was very resistant to your invitation for a bath, especially at his former abode, but he relented to keep you happy. In truth, Will was very nervous for an upcoming play he was acting in, as a stand-in for an injured lead.
In the bathhouse, he murmured his memorised lines under his breath. He’d reached a line that he blanked on completely, and that’s when you appeared behind him to brush his hair out of his shadowed eyes and into the palm of your hand. You continued reciting where he’d trailed off, much to his surprise.
“A marvelous memory doth mine love possess.”
“Not as marvelous as your creations, my dearest. I just recite what you’ve penned from your own efforts.”
“Perhaps you’d be more suited for the stage, then. How you enchant me with your stage presence,” he leaned back into your touch, catching a glimpse of your smile in his peripheral vision.
Upon your request, Will had let his hair grow out. It reached well past his shoulder blades, cascading down like silk curtains upon his back.
“Oh, don’t be silly, Will,” you continued brushing his hair in slow and careful strokes, making sure to be careful at any knots. “The rightful king to the stage is you, my love.”
“You flatter me, dearest,” he sighed tiredly. His tone carried nary a doubt of your praise, but the importance of his role still weighed down on his lithe shoulders.
You set aside the brush at the edge of the bath. Next, you brought your hands up and around his shoulders, squeezing all the tension out as best you could. Will chuckled at your earnest effort in calming him down.
“You doth grant your efforts on my unworthy self. ‘Tis only right that I be your caregiver this evening.”
“Nuh-uh. You deserve this, too, Will. You work so hard every day, and this is my one opportunity to help you relax and unwind from the stresses of your job.”
The playwright was speechless. He really did enjoy your undivided attention, undeserving as he might call himself. One particular squeeze of your hands at the back of his neck untied a particularly tight knot, sending a jolt of relief through him that he couldn’t suppress. He groaned in delight, prompting you to lean around him to look at his face.
Surprise was painted all over his visage, his reddened cheeks speaking loudly of his bashfulness.
“Prithee, i-ignore that indecent sound.”
You smiled knowingly at him, “I didn’t hear anything.”
“Oh, good.”
“So, I should try again.”
“What, no, please—” his protests were interrupted by his content sighs.
Eventually, Will stopped resisting and indulged himself in your soothing touch until you both felt dizzy from sitting in le thermae for too long.
In the decades he’d spent donning his renewed life as a vampire, Will had never felt so revitalized. The way you made him relax and unwind was unlike anything else he’d experienced before.
Fandom: Ikémen Vampire
Reader-insert: Female
Pairing: William Shakespeare x GreaterVampire!reader
Genre: Romance
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1230+
(a/n): This piece is my contribution to the Unloved Characters Month event that @the-moonlight-dreams is hosting! 💜
Day 4 - Prompt: Love
Special thanks to @tsukisukiworld who helped me finish this story. I’ve been working on it for a week! Wtf bruh! Honestly, most of the credits go to her, honestly. The ending is all her doing! And I have no words to describe how much I love it! 💕 It’s… perfection trespassing! 😍
William would recognize that smile everywhere. No matter if half of your face was hidden behind some finely-crafted mask, the image of your distinguishing smile was enough for him to know it was you.
It pained him greatly, however, that that gorgeous gesture was directed to someone else. Yet, he would not let that deter him. He was determined to tell you his deepest and most honest desires. So William waited till the tall, long-silver-haired male— or rather vampire left your side to finally approach you.
“Aaah, that gracious grin of yours, mine own eyes could nev’r mistake it for someone else’s. Good evening, Lady (y/n).” The man who spoke was wearing a mask that covered half of his face, yet that melodious voice and those golden and crimson gem-like orbs could only belong to one man: William Shakespeare.
Making sure no one was within earshot, you called him by his name much to his utter delight. “It’s so nice to see you, Will. I thought you’d never come to say hello.” A much more tender smile grazed your lips at the sight of him. There was something about him that never failed to set your heart aflutter.
“Oh, my apologies, mine lady. I bethought it‘d beest nice to approach thee once thee wast alone so that I could monopolize thy attention,” he stated in a sugary tone, as his eyes crinkled with a grin.
A smirk tugged at the corner of your lip. “Oh, is that so?” Your tone was playful which made his heart race in his chest.
“Tis merely a jest. Although I hath to admit if you were to grant me thy undivid'd attention, I would beest honour’d.”
Slightly tilting your head to one side, you inquired: “You’ve got something to discuss with me, yes?”
“A keen eye thou hath got, mine lady.”
You gave one of the butlers who was roaming nearby a silent order, making a gesture with your hands. Quickly, the butler closed the window leading to the balcony and drew the curtains, giving William and yourself more privacy.
“How’s business, Will?” You asked nonchalantly.
“Hm. Not so well, I’m afraid.” The amicable gesture on his face suddenly dropped.
“How so?”
“I am in a bit of a pickle for thee see… I hath lost my muse, or rather I hath found a new one. Mine heart no long’r desires to write tragedies.”
“What does your heart desire?”
“Thee, mine lady.” You stared at him, lips slightly ajar in surprise as your heart skipped a beat. “In other words, romance,” he added with a twinkle in his mismatched eyes as he stared into yours.
“You write tragedies, not romances, Will,” you gave him a witty remark.
“I do— I didst,” he corrected himself. “But I’m no long’r interested in banal tragedies donning the skins of comedic wordplay.” He directed his gaze skywards, looking pensively at the stars overhead.
Your gaze softened as you too looked up at the night sky. “Will, you’re not immortal. You and I would write an awful romance, a tragedy even.”
“I know thee hath been off’ring thy blood to thy most intimate friends on their deathbed.”
Your eyes squinted as you gave him a pointed look and hissed: “And none of them has accepted. And how do you know—?
“Fear not, thy secrets art safe with me, mine lady. I wouldst not dareth divulge them.” He calmly explained, trying to soothe your anger.
Your eyes burrowed at his words and you queried: “Can I really trust that you won’t?”
Dramatically, he placed a hand to his chest, feigning being hurt by your words. “Wherefore dost thou hurt me so? Cannot thee see this wretch'd soul is completely under thy spell?” He let out a melodious chuckle. “All jest aside, thee can rest assur’d. I shan’t reveal thy secrets. Thee, my lady, hath the pow’r of inspiring people around thee to becometh bett’r versions of themselves. Cannot thee seeth? You hath changed me, kind (y/n).” His beseeching heterochromatic eyes, as he peered into yours, were filled with desperation.
“Will…” His name rolled off your tongue in a hushed whisper.
“I no long’r seeketh tragedies,” he informed you, gripping the bannister tightly with one hand.
“Many will be disappointed,” you noted, feeling your heart aching for the English playwright.
“Mine conc’rns lie in wheth’r I disappoint myself or not,” he uttered with resolution.
Your lips quirked up into a warm and gentle smile. “Then, your heart’s in the right place.”
Getting down on one knee before your imposing self, he gingerly takes a hold of one of your delicate hands as he carefully chooses his next words to express his affection towards you. “This solitary heart of mine desires nothing but thy love,” when he finished speaking, he tenderly took your hand to his lips, giving it the gentlest of kisses, lips lingering against your skin as he contemplated lavishing you with more of his unrestrained affections.
You heaved a long sigh, placing the hand he had kissed on his cheek. His mismatched orbs met yours as you spoke: “Granted that I feed you my blood daily, you’d obtain immortal life… Most greater vampires would consider that an act of pure evil,” you explain with downcast eyes.
“Mine fair lady...” He leaned into your touch for a moment before slowly standing up and leaning closer to your ear. “If loving thee is a sin, then I shall never repent,” he confessed in a low, husky tone you had never heard coming from him before.
You felt his lips ghost over your skin, along the edge of the mask —which failed to cover your shock. He pulled back ever-so-slightly, keeping your façades close enough that you could feel the buzz of his smooth, sonorous chuckle.
“Even now, you lack mirth in your laughter.” Even though you spoke in a hushed warning tone, you found yourself clinging to him just as much as he clung to you.
“Hath I ev’r donned a truer smile, or bellow’d a truer laugh? I shan't let you leave this ball tonight unbidden of this knowledge. I seek thy love, truthfully.” For a fleeting moment, his grip on you tightened, not painfully so, only enough that you wondered if he was afraid to let go.
“Do you know enough to trust me, to trust that want?”
William froze up momentarily, a willowy sigh escaping his velvety lips before he shifted, leaning in and speaking only between gentle pecks along the side of your neck.
“Were I unsteady in my assurance, my need for thee, dearest, twould not have been spoken of this night.” A strangely comfortable silence fell over the two of you, both becoming more aware of the ensemble’s music that had been rising in a slow crescendo as the two of you had embraced. His touch was ever a perfect balance between a needy grasp and a lofty guidance which you followed through the dizzying path of the waltz. A soft ‘I loveth thee’ escaped his lips as he dipped you down, his mismatched eyes searching yours with unspoken adoration.
Whether or not it seemed a story that would catch the grand William Shakespeare as worthy to regale in his works, twas deemed worthy by you at that moment. He had a want for your love, and his love fulfilled what you had not yet known you desired.
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i’m a shakespeare whore. i think that’s explanation enough—
kidding, sort of...
any who, i wrote this on the 17th/18th what is time i’m pulling an all nighter lol & wanted to wait to post it on christmas so it’s likely you’re reading this then. i hate the holidays, for stupid reasons really, but i figured after cranking out the angst for the season which will obviously be posted before this, i should sort of make up for it with fluff so all my readers don’t sacrifice me for punching them in the gut and drinking their tears—
like i said before, will is shady but i love him and honestly i can’t help and want to be soft. so this is really super self indulgent. there’s also a song attached, while the reader could be any gender i used annapantsu’s version because i adore the softness of her version in this one~
happy holidays and merry christmas to those who celebrate! here’s my apology gift to all my wonderful followers~ ♡
↪ GUIDELINES
✒ tags : reader-insert, fluff, puck wants cuddles too
✒ warnings : n/a
✒ word count : 1591
The soft patter of your feet was hushed by the rug beneath you. Bare feet tickled by the plush and fuzzy material that caressed your toes with each step.
You had come home from being out all day, seeing old friends you would say, despite them being rather new to you as was the era. That was not of any importance though— what mattered now was the whereabouts of your lover.
You were certain he was still here, as you had asked him in the morning if he had plans, and all that had come of the conversation was that he intended to work on his plays. You had wished him luck, a kiss to his cheek goodbye, not taking note of how those bi-colored eyes trailed after your figure as you flitted away.
Your goal was in sight as you sauntered down the hall with a skip to your step, eager to greet him and fall into his embrace. He was just beyond the cracked door of the study.
A hand delicately pressed against the stained, smooth door to open it. Your voice flitted over the air in greeting eagerly, “William, I’m—”
Where you found your poet and playwright was where you had expected him… mostly.
It was a rather adorable sight, one that had caught you off guard.
Stretched over the muted rose-hued chaise was William, stretched languidly and so unguardedly. A hand curled against his cheek while his chin dipped against his chest, which rose and fell in deep, peaceful breathes. Papers littered over his lower abdomen and lap— one still loosely held in the hand that had fallen towards the floor, above yet another few pages scattered across the plush carpet.
One of your hands came to gently press against your mouth, hiding the growing smile and stifling the sweet laughter that threatened to pour from your lips.
The slight noise of your amusement caused a bundle of tawny fur— one you had missed moments before— to stir.
Eyes of amber and scarlet blinked open towards you. A pink nose wiggled, small whiskers shivered in response. Long, soft ears stretched up and towards you.
In acknowledgment of your presence, Puck stood up and bounced from his perk at William’s side, bounding over to your feet with a strange eagerness.
He was a curious rabbit, unafraid of you and so excited by your appearance now, and you adored it.
“Hi, Puck,” You greeted the bunny, scooping him into your hands from off the floor.
A bundle of fur in hand, you stroked him gently between the ears as you quietly crept forward. You rounded the low table between the seating arrangements and towards the chaise.
Once more, Puck was on the plush seat, taking the initiative to return to his place nestled between his loving owner’s arm and side.
You smiled at the action before turning your attention to the floor.
Toes gently brushed against the corner of the pages as you shifted, moving to bend and pick them up. You were careful as you slipped the one from his fingers and collected the others from your lover’s lap— cautiously so as not to disturb his much-needed rest.
Smooth paper shuffled through your fingers, doing your best to organize them in the somewhat order you retrieved them. More or less satisfied with them, you placed the stack on the elongated table.
Puck all the while watched your movement, curious to what you might be doing. It was only when you were done and turned towards him and his owner, did you both make eye contact.
Sometimes the watchful intelligence beyond those heterochromatic eyes was unnerving— always so observant and keen much like…
Your eyes softened as they found their way to William’s peaceful expression.
Just like him. Always mindful and attentive to the details around him.
The soft smile never faltered from your lips, it only grew.
You lowered yourself to the carpet. Your fingers carefully intertwined with William’s hand available to you. Your cheek pressed against the cushiony side of the furniture as you nestled beside the chaise.
Eyes lovingly flickered up to examine the face of your lover— glowing with unspoken admiration and adoration.
Sometimes you wished there was a way you could express yourself as he did. His words were always so sweet, so ladened with beautiful poetry and care. Each verse that left his lips, no matter the moment, always seemed so carefully crafted as if he had spent years perfecting it just for your ears.
The pleasant thought lulled you, your fingers curled further against his palm and brushed over his knuckles. The silence wrapped around you like a calming blanket.
Your eyes fluttered shut as you took a deep breath.
A quiet hum vibrated from your throat.
“Fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars...”
Your lips moved, tongue forming words as you breathed the familiar song from your time.
“Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars,”
The melody ghosted from your lips and filled the room.
“In other words, hold my hand,” You smiled sweetly, “In other words, baby, kiss me,”
Puck blinked slowly at you, eyes half-lidded as he listened to the soft melody of your voice, coaxing the bundle of fluff to sleep as his ear twitched gently.
“Fill my heart with song and let me sing forevermore,”
You hand not noticed how the hand in your own twitched, curling further into your touch.
“You are all I long for— all I worship and adore,”
Mismatched eyes fluttered open and as they fell on your face, a small smile pulled on thin lips.
“In other words, please be true— In other words, I love you.”
“If thee had not stolen my heart already, thou song would have bewitched me to fall under thy spell, my loving siren.”
The gasp fright that left your lips caused a faint chuckle to fall from his luscious lips. The sound was a melody of its own to your ears and soothed the frantic beat of your heart as it threatened to burst from your chest.
“Did I wake you? I’m sorry,” You whispered quietly, shyly as your blush crept up to your ears.
William adored the sudden shyness.
“If I had known speaking would silence thy sweet song, I would have remained in my own silence a while longer,” He drew himself off the chaise to sit up. Your hand was pulled up to his lips, where he placed a delicate kiss against your knuckles.
Puck was rather displeased at the sudden movement, displaced from his comfort.
You, on the other hand, flushed with a soft tint over your cheeks.
“Will thy come closer for me?” His voice was gentle with the question. Crimson and amber eyes begged and coaxed you to comply.
“Yes,” The word left you breathless.
Your hand was pulled forward, your body followed it without question, led straight into the waiting arms of your lover.
Pulled against a warm chest, wrapped in inviting arms, you fell into the embrace with a content sigh. You prepared to sink into the peace, into the comfort you so wanted, only to be disturbed as William shifted.
With careful movements— as not to push you off the narrow chaise or squish the wriggling bunny that wedged himself between you— you were set on your side for better comfort. In the next moment, you found William nestled against you. His head rested against your chest, ear pressed to your ribcage to listen to the steady and melodic beat of your heart with a content sigh.
The surprise that had briefly touched you was replaced by a glow in your heart, warming your chest as you smiled sweetly down at the man that held you so close.
You wrapped your arms around him in return, cuddling him closer to you, to envelop him in your presence.
And Puck’s— who vehemently nudged himself between you two where your thighs touched, clearly not appreciative of being squashed and forced to move to another place.
A soft chuckle left your lips in a short puff, an action that shook your shoulder and echoed in your chest— a detail the poet pressed against you had not missed.
“My love, my dearest ladybird, would thou grace me with your sweet songs once more?” The request was spoken softly against your chest, the warmth of his breath tickled your throat.
You hummed in response, the sound vibrated and low in your chest.
“Fill my heart with song, let me sing forevermore,”
Your voice filled the room. A soft, lulling sound that brought an unexplainable peace to William.
“You are all I long for, all I worship and adore,”
Your fingers found their way to his hair, threading the soft locks through them as you drew circles in his shoulder.
“In other words, please be true,”
The softness of your tone as it played such a sweet melody soothed him. He nestled further into your loving arms, enjoying the feel of your fingers that combed through his hair.
“In other words,”
His breath matched with yours, chest easing in slow rises and falls as the comfort of your touch and embrace lulled him to peace once more.
“Oh, in other words...”
You smiled down at William, basking in the joy that his serene expression gave you. You lifted your head from the plush comfort that supported it to place your lips softly in the sweetest against the top of his head.
i love your writing so much that i could do a million requests!!!! if you're still taking then, can i please ask the ikevamp suitors hc of moving in to a place only theirs and mc?? domestic hcs are soooooo sweet!!!
omg I’m so happy you like my writing that much! But requests are always welcome~ this is such a cute idea too! I hope you enjoy :D also how many times could I use the word domestic, oh my God...
napoleon ; oh, if you want, sure. Once you’re moved into the new house, he may still go to the mansion often to talk to the residents or spar with jean. He may have been an emperor, but he was used to normal/lower class living before, and so he picks up on chores and the like surprisingly quick. Domestic life would be very easy with him, though the issue of waking up late and kissing will persist—though that’s not particularly a problem anymore; morning cuddles are a must.
arthur ; he’s game. May joking lament leaving the residents (“who’s going to mock Issac while I’m gone?”) but he’s very excited to start a more domestic life with you. Surprisingly picky when house-shopping?? Like he picks up on every little detail like cracks in the walls or leaky pipes and won’t settle for less. He’ll enjoy the serentiny of a simple home with just you (esp when writing and you bring him coffee!!), and he smirks at the idea that no one can catch you making out in the kitchen now...
mozart ; thank God. He never particularly wanted to leave the mansion, but some kind of privacy from the residents would be nice (he does care for them though, don’t be fooled). He is very particular when buying a house, and a music room was an absolute requirement. Other than that, he’s fine; he’ll help with cleaning but not much else, mostly because he likes for the house to look good and for his energy to not be clogged. The peace and quiet of your guys space would make him smile, and he’d enjoy resting with you on the couch sometimes during the day.
leonardo ; he could easily acquire a mansion for the both of you (comte would insist, actually) but he’d probably prefer a simple home, one near the citycenter that may be a tad run-down. He’s quite crafty, and he’d find fixing the home up with you to be relaxing and domestic. The hustle and bustle of the city would make him feel more normal and alive, and though he would still talk to the mansion residents often, he liked being a neighbor to the city folk; you become a couple immersed in new friends who you help out and talk with out on the town.
vincent ; But what about the others? He’d be a little sad at the idea of leaving his friends, but overtime he’d come around to the idea, especially if you stayed nearby. A change of scenery made him excited (esp for painting) and it’d probably be a requirement for it to have a wow factor/secret place, similar to his spot on the hill. Theo would probably demand he move in as well, but vincent would convince him to stay at the mansion if 1) you bought a place nearby, and 2) theo had his own guest bedroom. If you moved in together, he’d love to settle down before the fire with you at night and eat breakfast together while the birds sing.
theo ; Vincent must move in with you, no buts. When you tell him you meant only you guys, he’s just like?? Vincent can have his own room? Or a smaller house on the property? I am so sorry but Theo refuses to leave his brother, but once you allow it, Theo is all game for moving out. You probably get used to Vincent joining you at dinner and stuff, but the older Van Gogh is respectful and gives you and Theo your space. He’ll probably opt for a neighboring home soon after as to let you be more of a couple. Theo would be very good at maintaining the yard (I’m imagining him with a mower and I’m cackling) and the overall aesthetic of the home, since he has an eye for art.
issac ; uh, are you sure you want to take such a big step...? He had never really thought about leaving, but what if you didn’t like being with just him; what if he’s not entertaining enough as a sole roommate? Will like a more modest home with enough space to tinker and enough distance from the town where you can still stargaze. Once you’re moved in, he settles down quickly; he really likes how calm and happy you two are sharing in each other’s spaces for real now (not just sneaking into each other’s rooms), and you’d stargaze most nights together, even falling asleep on the blanket.
dazai ; ah, well, he’s not particularly home often enough as it is, is he? He comes and goes from the mansion a lot, so at first he’d be puzzled. Whatever you want he’d do, but you didn’t expect his behavior to stop, did you? He doesn’t seem too concerned when house-shopping, but if you find one with some Japanese influence (pond in the back, and big windows just for him to crawl through), he may perk up. Though he easily helps with chores, it takes a while for him to relax fully with you, knowing that your home is a safeplace with no need to be on guard or masked. You both will probably spend a lot of time outside by the pond, relaxing and feeling at ease in a home to call your own.
jean ; no. well, why? ah, you should be married before living together at least, shouldn’t you? Not necessarily nervous, but very wary; he doesn’t know what spurred this train of thought nor what you wanted out of moving in together. It’d take a good while to convince him (he also feels safer when napoleon is under the same roof in case he starved himself again; he wouldn’t want to accidentally bite you if you lived alone...), but if you lived nearby—and are engaged at least, good heavens!—he may relent. He’d take a bit to warm up to you again since he’s so tense from his fear, but once he gets used to the independence of living separately/making sure he drinks, he’ll be fine and indulge in domestic life with you.
comte ; although he is the master of the mansion, it wouldn’t take too much convincing for him to buy another house close by. He would come to enjoy the separation, the quiet simplicity of not having to be pristine and stern in front of the others (even though you both visit often), and simply being domestic and normal with you. He’d end up enjoying doing chores with you, but just because it’s your guys home now, not a mansion for show. Will continue to spoil and take care of you, but he’d love taking baths with you or laying in bed the most.
sebastian ; it would take a while for him to agree. He agreed to stay in the time period to observe the historical men, after all, and he feels indebted to take care of the mansion. If you were to move away, what then? He would simply leave early and return late while he maintains his job (even if comte tells him not to worry). The only time he would agree to move away is if you were expecting to have children soon, then he’d lighten up for a more domestic life.
shakespeare ; it’d be very easy for you to transition to living with only him, since he does have his own mansion away from the others. Though comte and them would be wary and sad to see you go, they’d allow it. Shakespeare would be touched but he’d cover it up with his poetic verse; he’d be very cautious for a while because even though you consistently said you were happy with him, he was afraid that at any moment you would want to move back—he may even attempt trying to make you want to move back. Once he’s assured and comfortable, he’d love to read books with you and drink tea in the lounge on your days off.
