( warnings? ) none. ( notes? ) THIS HEADCANNON CONTAINS MY OC. just a few thoughts about how these vampires are extremely nosy and love to spread false information unknowingly :0
It all begins in the kitchen. As the coffee brews for the mansions residents, our lovely helpers: Sebastian, Mitsuki (Y/n) and Temi seem to be cooking up some trouble…
Mitsuki would unintentionally reveal something that happened thorough out the day. Maybe it was something she overheard while shopping, on the balcony or watching Napoleon and Jean spar. She always tells Sebastian and Temi what she hears about the residents—since Sebastian has that interesting hobby of his.
“Hey Sebastian, Temi?” Mitsuki calls out to the two as they washed the dishes. Sebastian was scrubbing, Temi was rinsing, and Mitsuki was drying and polishing.
The two turned their heads to look at their friend, wondering what was the matter.
“I was in Comte room earlier helping him open up some letters, and that’s when I came across this one letter. Now mind you, it was scented, had a very prestigious emblem on the wax and included a dried rose in it.” Mitsuki began.
“Le Comte gets letters like that all the time.” Sebastian responded. “Was there something special about it?”
“Well, it clearly came from a girl. And when Comte read it, he was so happy! I mean I never saw him like this before, but it makes me think if he has a secret lover—” Before Mitsuki could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by Temi, who had accidentally dropped a plate into the sink, causing the water to splash up at her.
“Secret lover?!” She exclaimed in disbelief. “What makes it worse is that it’s believable…”
“What if she’s a vampire bombshell who was childhood friends with him and lives in a gothic castle lavished in red and riches? I can’t compete in that race…” Temi grumbled afterwards. Sebastian however looked at the two thoughtfully.
“Well, we’ll do no good sitting here pondering. At dinner let’s go ask Le Comte ourselves.”
Most of the times, it’s something tame. No big deal, and not needing of attention. But as always, if your trying to keep a secret in a mansion full of nosy vampires with supersonic hearing—you better believe this game of telephone will spiral out of control.
Isaac, surprisingly, is the main catalyst for this disaster. Jean coming in a close second. ( I mean, you can see it in some events when it’s almost always these two mishearing something (*´▽`*) )
But it would always be unintentional! Isaac would just walk past an open door and when he heard something shocking, he couldn’t help to stop and get a closer ear. Jean on the other hand wouldn’t stop. He would take the bits and pieces he heard and formulate them in his mind, completing the story for himself.
‘Comte has a lover?’ Isaac thought to himself as he listened in to the conversation. ‘Why has he been hiding it from us all this time? Well—I could understand. I hope he introduces us to her…’
‘That rascal!’ Jean grit his teeth when he heard the news. Although heard would be a stretch. ‘Playing with Temi and Mitsuki’s heart even though he has a women of his own. I will get him to confess…’
And now we have three stories. The truth, an assumption, and a incomplete statement. Which one will travel throughout the mansion quicker?
Jean obviously tells Napoleon and Mozart. It slips out during their sparring lessons, and he tells Mozart on a whim—since they’re friends.
“Wait so—Comte is married?” Napoleon exclaims, as he puts his sword back into its hilt. Jean nods, sitting down of the ground to catch his breathe.
“He has refused to tell us about his secret lover for this long. It makes you wonder what else he has been keeping from us…” Napoleon loosely claims, wiping the sweat that adorned his forehead.
Jean however was thinking in his head, that he was right all along not to trust him. “That shady man…”
With Mozart, he looked a bit confused. “There is just no way Comte is married Jean, did he tell you himself?”
Then for Isaac, the words accidentally slip when he was getting teased by Arthur and Dazai. Of course, these were the worse people to tell out of everyone in the mansion.
Arthur applauded Comte on his fruitfulness. Claiming that it takes skill to hid a lover for so long. While Dazai takes this information with interest. It just so happened when he was scaling the windows, he overheard Mozart and Jean’s discussion.
For Dazai, he didn’t really believe this. As he saw in the music room, Jean wasn’t sure who he heard this information from. But being chaotic as Dazai is, he naturally wanted to be included in the fun. So he often changes up the story.
“How sly of Comte, it seems that he has not only hid his secret wife, but the fact that she will be moving in to live with us soon. Isn’t that great Ai-kun? Lovers reunited at last.” With these words Dazai left, not daring to explain anything.
“Move in with us? By Jove, you would think that old man would tell us before making the decision?” Arthur comments with a sigh.
Dazai doesn’t tell anyone else after that. He is more interested in seeing how this spreads and which one would reach Comte’s ear first. Arthur however tells his best buddy Theo. Theo tells Vincent and Vincent tells Shakespeare. By now the rumor has morphed into something unbelievable.
“Comte is a pathological liar who is hiding his wife from the residents and is planning to make her move in with them because she is expecting soon.” Don’t ask how.
Leonardo hears about this from Temi, who asks if Comte had a lover. Leonardo laughs and answers not anymore—wondering why she was asking.
“Are ya worried about “Comte’s” love life cara mia?” Leonardo jokingly asks.
Although he was joking in that moment, it just confirmed his suspicions that something was spreading in the mansion. Throughout the whole day Leonardo was hearing bits and pieces of a story that including Comte—so it was time he saw the truth for himself.
When he gets to Comte’s room he wastes no time to ask him about it.
“Have you just been in your room all day? Looks like you don’t know what’s happening outside.” Comte looks up from the papers he was sorting at Leonardo, a confused look on his eyes.
“Outside?” He asks, to which Leonardo takes out a cigarillo and begins to light it.
“Yeah…something about you being a compulsive liar who is hiding his pregnant wife from us—it gets a bit tricky because half are saying she’s gonna move in with us, and half are saying your gonna move in with her.”
Comte is just astounded. He just stares blankly at Leonardo…an awkward laugh sounding from his throat. “…Really?” Is all he could muster, as Leonardo begins to laugh.
“See I knew it wasn’t true. But you know might as well confirm before I do damage control right?”
Comte was still shocked. After all he’s done from the residents, was this how easy it was for their views to change—and when did he get a pregnant wife?
“For these being the great men I choose to revive…I wonder how great their intuition really is…” Comte mumbles to himself.
“Well, let’s go straight if things out. I’m fairly certain I know who started this.” Leonardo claims, laughing to himself. “I want to know where the story changed too.”
The residents were all gathered for dinner, the main goal being to clear up the misconceptions. Each person was made to go around and tell what they heard and what they believed, and from there they traced it down to Mitsuki, Isaac and Jean.
Mitsuki explains her thinking to Comte, I’m which he clarifies that he has no secret lover and that the letter was just from an old friend he saved years ago.
Everyone breathes out a sigh of relief. It looked like none of them were ready for a new arrival. And some, specifically Mozart, wasn’t particularly fond on a baby crying and running around…
( warnings? ) none. ( notes? ) this is a veil! inspired story—you all should check out the manga it’s really good. reader is blind. fem reader. 1950s.
“Can you hold my hand?” She asks softly, her head turning in the direction of the warmth emanating from his body. “It’s getting a bit chilly…”
The taller man looked down at the her, and sure enough, her cheeks were rosy. He could tell that she was getting cold.
“Of course.” He answered, lacing his gloved fingers through hers. “It’ll be easier to direct you if I hold your hand.”
The woman found herself smiling. She liked the feeling of his hands. He often wore gloves—and those were very soft. But, they often warmed up his hands. Of course, she would be wearing her own gloves, but she couldn’t remember the last place she had put them. And they would be far too late if she decided to feel around for them.
“Steps…” The man softly called out, alerting the girl of the changes in their path as they walked.
“Oh, thank you.” The woman responded, the pair returning to comfortable silence once again.
The man peered down at the shorter woman, his eyes gazing at her soft features with loving eyes. When he first saw her, he fell in love with everything about her. Her rosy cheeks, her full lips—which were always adorned in red lipstick, her neat eyebrows and long eyelashes, and her shiny hair that curled just perfectly at the end. Her style of dressing was elegant, and she had looks to rival Marilyn Monroe—he was in awe.
He often found himself staring at her, a fact that she has pointed out to him numerous times. But he can’t help it, I mean she was so beautiful it’ll be crazy not to notice her.
When these two first met, it was in the corridors of their apartment building. She was a newcomer who had just moved into the room directly across from his.
The man didn’t really get along with his neighbors—and it wasn’t as if he really tried too. He always left early in the morning for his job and came back late at night. It wasn’t very often for him to run into people.
But then he met her.
She was gentle, like a small animal, and had a refined air to her. He could tell she grew up wealthy and in a stable household. She also seemed touchy. He would notice how she would graze her hands along the walls as she walked, and for the first few weeks she always had someone by her side, whispering into her ear.
A maid he presumed.
But why? Why would someone like her live in such a modest area? She seemed to stand out…and this seemed like a downgrade in his eyes.
One day, the man finally got the answers to his question.
In the lifts at half past twelve, he met her. They were the only two inside at the time, since it was quite literally midnight.
The woman immediately knew when the man stepped inside, since she could sense his presence. The scent of pine seemed to waft into the lift. A slight hint of musk and smoke covering his body. That was how she knew it was a man.
Although her history with men was troubled, she didn’t immediately go on alert. He seemed familiar somehow…
“You seem familiar…” She speaks out, her face turning in the direction of his scent. “Do I know you from somewhere?”
The man, who was already giving her his full attention nods, unaware that she couldn’t see him. “Oh, well that may be because I’m your neighbor. Directly across from you…”
The woman let’s out a gasp, covering her mouth his her hand, face morphing into shock. “No wonder!” She exclaimed, memories of walking to her door and getting faint smells of his scent.
The man chuckled at her reaction. He thought her mannerisms were cute.
“Ah, you must have been expecting me to introduce myself—I am terribly sorry!” The woman said anxiously, causing the man to wave his hands in disagreement.
“No worries…I should be the one to introduce myself. But you see, I’m rarely home so I never got the chance…” The man began to think that this lift ride was especially longer than usual. But whatever the reason he was thankful.
“Oh?”
“It’s because of my job, I often have to stay out late…” The man finishes, scratching his head bashfully.
“I think it’s wonderful you have a job. I don’t work myself…” The woman responded. The man let out a knowing grunt. He sort of knew she probably didn’t work. It did seem like she had no issue getting money. But one thing did stand out to him…
“You must be very tired…”
“Hmm?”
“Well I mean, it may be dark but aren’t your eyes closed right now?”
The woman thoughtfully scratches her chin before softly smiling.
“Well if I open them, I wouldn’t be able to see anything—so I rather keep them closed.”
It was then the man finally understood, and all the pieces of the puzzles clicked in his mind.
“Ah! I’m terribly sorry for—”
“No need to be sorry, I never mentioned it.” The woman interrupted his apology, a forlorn expression crossing her face for a quick moment.
The doors of the lift finally opened, letting them know that they have arrived at their floor. Unexpectedly, the woman extended her hands towards the man.
“Well, would you be so kind as to walk me back to my room sir?” She asked, a mischievous look on her face. The man was stunned—but he assumed it was just the darkness tampering with his vision.
“Of course, then we shall go over introductions on the way…”
Mitsuki will be the name used in fics that are not x reader. If you are requesting and wish to use [Y/n] or S/O, please specify. If you want your [Y/n] to have a different personality, please specify, otherwise [Y/n] will be written with Mitsuki’s characterization.
Name: Takeda Mitsuki
Ethnicity: Japanese 🇯🇵
Age: 23
Personality: Mitsuki is a very compassionate woman who is respectful and considerate to everyone, no matter the circumstances. She can often be described as selfless, running in to harms way if it can save the life of another. Mitsuki is a diligent worker and enjoys learning new things. Her morals are strong and it takes a lot to break. Even though she isn’t perfect, she tries her hardest to be brave in stressful situations.
Hobbies: Blogging, Traveling, Reading, Cooking
Preferred Love Interest: Mitsuki of course loves all the residents and more! (When used as [Y/n] …) Although in non x reader fics, Mitsuki seems to gravitate towards the lesser vampires…
Trivia!
Mitsuki is fluent in multiple languages including English, Japanese, Dutch, French & Italian.
Mitsuki has a blog page which is dedicated to vacation and travel locations.
Mitsuki is a skilled seamstress and has knowledge of clothe making.
History wasn’t Mitsuki’s strong suit in school… 😅
·˚ ༘₊· Temi
Temi is a self inspired original character who will sometimes appear in fics! Please don’t hate her and show her just as much love <3
Name: Temitayo Adebiji
Ethnicity: Nigerian 🇳🇬
Age: 24
Personality: Temi has an certain aura to her that manages to attract people to her. It doesn’t help that she can be considered a wild child. Temi isn’t afraid to voice her opinions, it doesn’t matter who is in the room, and she is always firm on her beliefs 19th century or not. Very diligent and a hardworking who loves doing new activities. Horrible procrastinate-er who has bad habits. A laughing machine of the machine, as she is easy to laugh and easy to please.
Hobbies: Reading, Writing, Painting, Dancing, Getting Dolled Up :)
Preferred Love Interests: A pure blood lover just like moi, she is mostly paired with Vlad, Comte or Leonardo.
Trivia!
Temi tries to learn Japanese so she can communicate with Mitsuki better. So far she can speak English, Igbo and French.
Temi is catastrophically chaotic—
Owns a sketchbook with tons of artworks and recreations of famous pieces.
Calls herself a writer, but just has a notebook filled with thousands of wips and fanfiction she wrote when she was 12.
·˚ ༘₊· Mitsuki & Temi
how they met, their relationship with one another, and friendship + mansion dynamic.
First Meeting: Mitsuki and Temi met when Mitsuki came over to the US for an interaction exchange student program. During which Temi’s family were her host. The two were only high schoolers and were friendly which each other. Although after graduation they fell out of touch. Later, during one of Mitsuki’s travels to Europe they met again and decided to reconnect.
How They Got To Paris: Mitsuki had just finished her blog on Spain and was deciding on where to go next. She decided on Paris, since it was said to be the “City of Love”. At the same time, Temi had just broken up with her boyfriend, and was looking to find some place to forget about him. Naturally Mitsuki took her dear friend with her :)
Friendship: Honestly, these two fit together like puzzle pieces. If Mitsuki is the calm, then Temi is the storm. These two could be considered joined at the hip since they make everything a two-person job. Temi always makes Mitsuki laugh, and Mitsuki is a good listener and comforter to Temi’s problems. Whatever shenanigans they get themselves into, you can be assured that they will get themselves out (with trail and error of course). These two enjoy going on walks, braiding each others hair, talking to each other and cleaning together.
Mansion Dynamic: Temi, Mitsuki and Sebastian make a dream team. They work faster, diligently and efficiently. But there are days when the chaos gets to them and you find them making mansion life 100x more interesting. Temi and Mitsuki are often found together, doing tasks, going shopping and working in the same areas. For them, Sebastian is like the “boss” or “head butler” since he has been here longer than them. These three love to gossip, and everyone knows word travels fast in the mansion. You could find them putting up laundry to dry talking about the newest hearings that’s someone said in the mansion, and you better believe Sebastian is ready to write it down…
