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[letterstoear]

Their reactions to a racoon in their bed

Characters: Vil, Epel, Jack, Kalim, Jamil

Notes: I honestly dunno why I wrote this, but here it is.

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Vil: 

👑Screams his little heart out 

👑After screaming he just sits there wondering why a racoon in my bed is there!

👑 Takes him a few moments to collect himself before he gets out of bed to return the beast 

👑He’s not about to chuck it out the window, but he will consider if someone placed it there

👑 A revenge scheme? Perhaps Epel, Rook, Neige? Had someone been keeping it as a pet 

👑Whatever the case is he’s taking that raccoon out of his bed 

👑Spends the rest of the night working out his horrors, cleans his sheets, checks every nook and cranny of his room

👑Where did that raccoon come from? 

Epel: 

🍎IS immediately like Yes! Let me sleep with you fine creature that appeared out of nowhere 

🍎 Examines the little guy to see if he’s injured or something 

🍎Low key thinks it's just a dream or something tho 

🍎Wakes up to his surprise that the racoon is still there beside him

🍎Is like wow, I got myself a new friend, I gotta hide you from Vil, cause ain’t no way he gonna let me keep him

🍎And Epel is right, cause Vil is like return him to the outdoors 

🍎A teary goodbye 

Jack: 

🐺 Double checks his bed because he feels something rummaging in his bed

🐺 Shocked to see a racoon, but is like well, I guess this is life

🐺Just rolls with it because he’s had worse 

🐺In the morning he gives it a five-star treatment before letting it go 

🐺Imagine the surprise on everyone’s face when they see Jack taking care of a racoon he found in his bed 

🐺Got heads turning from everyone 

🐺Only reason he doesn’t keep it is because he wants it to be free 

Kalim: 

☀️Freedom…, um excuse me me, no, you’re my new friend 

☀️Behold, Kalim’s new friend

☀️Only the best treatment for the best 

☀️Gets incredibly excited from the raccoon appearing in his bed because he thinks he’s got something like Silver’s ability to attract animals 

☀️In reality the racoon just wandered into their dorm by accident 

☀️Gives Jamil a headache from wanting to take care of the raccoon, but manages to successfully to put the racoon back in the woods 

☀️Another teary eye goodbye 

Jamil: 

🐍 Get that thing away from him as far as he can go, it is covered in sand

🐍 Scares him to death because of how unexpecting it was 

🐍 Feels it touching his face and wakes up to it 

🐍 At first, he’s like Kalim is this your new pet, but is relieved to know that it’s not 

🐍 Kinda just moves it off his bed then continues to sleep; this has to be a dream, right? 

🐍When he wakes up to see that it’s now on his bed and beside him, boy is just not right in the head 

🐍 Is more than happy to put it back where it belongs properly 

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

Leonardo: Now, the recipe calls for 2 shots of vodka.

Dazai: *upends the bottle*

[koco-coko]

Charles: I hate that I killed all those people

Also Charles:

[krenenbaker]

QUICK TELL ME UR HCS OF UR IKEMEN PETS

aaaaa okay, let me think!! I'll just give what come to me off the top of my head with these lads :3

Charles (ikevamp)

Charles is actually quite good at styling, makeup, and hair cutting/styling

this is partially based on a little headcanon list that Auburn made a while ago, but he has a little bit of pudge on him, specifically around his hips!

Faust (ikevamp)

Faust has shockingly warm hands, and also a lot rougher skin than you'd expect. he has a lot of calluses on his palms and fingers

he will literally sleep the entire day if you let him. but since he's (canonically) horrifically difficult to wake up... this has happened more than once.

Will (ikevamp)

he does actually learn how to cook! he still prefers to go out to eat most of the time, but once in a while, he does actually enjoy a home-cooked meal

Sariel (ikepri)

there have been times he's fallen asleep in his glasses. and other times, that he's almost forgotten to put his glasses on before getting up to work (though he hasn't completely forgotten yet)

he is one of the fastest readers in the palace, along with Chevalier and Clavis

kind Keith (ikepri)

he used to pick at his cuticles when he was younger

dark Keith (ikepri)

he prefers lighter colours over darker colours

if he was able to, he would love to dress in a more relaxed style (unfortunately, that would not only confuse the people around them, but it may lead to even more criticism from those who already dislike him/them)

[fang-and-feather]

Yves + Magical Girl/Boy AU? :o

Yves magical item is his mother's earring. It's rare for someone to directly inherit power like that and Yves might be the only one of his brothers to do so (to his knowledge, at least)

For the most part, Yves avoided using his powers, both because he feared them at time, and because people didn't react well to his, as they called it, "Obsidianite Powers", that were considered dark and unstable. Even today, with full control over them, and even in more private situations, Yves doesn't use them much.

When he was younger, especially on his teenager years, Yves had poor control of his powers, especially his transformation, that was often triggered when he felt himself in danger or when his emotions enhanced his powers.

He often heard of some of his brothers that, probably because of getting his mother's magical item, too feminine powers, since among Yves's unique abilities was that of enhancing the beauty of things, as well as imbuing his sweets with powers that could enhance natural healing or temporarily boost their emotions positively (the later could work with his music too). But these were all things Yves claimed to be able to do without his powers (and he was mostly right, his powers were just, in a sense, stronger and worked even in situations his natural charm and skills couldn't).

While all the others had one "transformation outfit", Yves could modify his at will.

Yves general magic is light based, and his purification abilities are among the strongest in the castle, despite his fighting powers not being too great compared to the others

[scummy-writes]

2025 Simp Calendars Are HERE!

Going on strong for another year, I'm sharing my yearly ikemen calendars with yall to print out for free! These calendars not only mark down ikemen birthdays (from select games) but they also have a slot for you to insert your own photo of whatever you'd like! I typically put ikemen.

They were made with my wallet in mind to be wary of when cyb*rd may drop birthday sale sets.

A special thanks to @natimiles for compiling a list of bdays across all the cybird games, it was very handy for me to use as reference! Another special thanks to @rjthirsty for helping me get the ikemen villains emblems to use on here.

Here is an example of Jan 2025! Beside it, an example of the december 2024 calendar printed out, because I'm too tired to print out jan 2025 tonight.

Download Links: Ikevamp/Ikepri/ikevil Calendar || Ikevamp Calendar || Ikepri Calendar || Ikevil Calendar || Blanks

Important Notes:

I've included a 2026 version of January!! Please do not get it confused with the 2025 January!!

This was made for fun, and I am not an artist at all, so there may be small imperfections and boring design choices. I am sharing since friends and followers were interested.

The size of the calendars overall are made to print on a full sheet of regular printer paper (8.5x11). (I highly recommend using cardstock if you have the option!) You should be able to use your computer’s default printing option to print these off fine.

The size for the customized photo window is 1129x1241 pixels. You should be able to edit this in any program designed for editing photos, I even tested it and made sure you could put in a photo using MS Paint!

Keep in mind that when printing, some printers may skew the colors a bit and make them either lighter or darker.

For the jp spoiler characters/newest characters in ikevamp and ikepri, their bdays are not listed. I don't have their emblems/crests so I could not add them. (for ikepri this is azel, matias, and kagari, I can't find a clean version anywhere for them)

For the JP spoiler characters in ikevil, however, I was able to get their emblems!

Ikevamp has no July birthdays, so there is just a blank calendar in the Ikevamp Only set. In the other sets, it will only show the Ikepri/ikevil bday for that month.

The same thing happens in june, but with ikevil instead.

If there is an issue like a misspelling or a suitor’s birthday being listed wrong, please let me know 🙏

If you enjoy this or end up using it, please consider reblogging or commenting! That way I can consider revisiting this in 2026 and trying to make improvements based on the interest.

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[klutzyroses]

IkeVamp HCs: PDA

How do they handle PDA?

Suitors: All

Napoleon

Probably the most normal about PDA.

Handholding? Yes. Hair ruffling? Of course.

The more intimate affection, such as kissing and caressing is reserved for alone time.

Maybe a few cheek kisses wouldn't hurt, an occasional loving whisper in ear at times.

He isn't too over the top with it unless he is trying to tease her.

Because really, seeing her cute blush is worth a little public sappiness. And it would come out of nowhere.

Particularly when he wants a reaction from her, he may initiate it to catch her by surprise, just to fluster her. Not too much though, because he will get embarrassed too.

But in truth, he isn't ashamed of others knowing that he loves her. He will often be found looking at her fondly when she isn't paying attention.

He'll deny he is doing it, but he can't help it. Sometimes he just needs to stop and just...caught up in how much he loves her.

Not that he would tell her that unprompted. That is his little secret for the time being.

Mozart

Um...Public affection? No.

Not likely

If he is out in public with her, even getting him to hold hands would be met with some questioning.

He'd be conscious of appropriate behaviour when out and about, so amorous interactions in front of other people would be out of the question.

His outright avoidance, especially if Y/N initiates, would probably hurt her feelings a little, but it wouldn't be because he doesn't like her touch.

But that's the sort of behaviour he would prefer engaging in away from the prying eyes of the public.

When they're alone, small hand kisses and endearing names are usually his chosen methods.

He would never want her to feel as though he were rejecting her, which is why he would probably address it before it becomes an issue.

Once boundaries are established, its far less of a heartache when he refuses to engage in affectionate behaviour in public.

Leonardo

He is more lowkey about his affection in public, but definitely smooth about it.

One would think they were secret lovers, the way his touches involved brushing her hand surreptitiously, lingering on her skin and leaving it warm.

He is one of the least overt about his affection in public, hence when it happens, it's always so suave and never fails to get his Cara mia's heart racing.

Subtle warm looks, secret touches on her skin, gentle caresses moving her hair from her face.

Those little signs of fondness, brief and subtle as they may be, leave a lasting effect on his amore, even for an instant.

Where he really thrives however, is in his ability to catch her off guard with his words.

Because he is so understated with his physical affection in public, his words pack more of a punch...mostly because they are sudden.

He will drop a casual 'I love you', so easily that at first, it goes over her head, until she does a double take, almost falling over.

He would follow that up by catching her and teasing her about falling for him, causing her to get even more flustered.

A very smooth signor indeed.

Arthur

He is one of the most shameless, second only to Charles.

PDA, for him, is mostly exaggerated to make a point when he is with her.

That point being, he is unavailable and so is she.

He thinks its adorable when she gets flustered over it, so that is, of course, an added bonus.

He is perfectly content announcing their relationship, declaring her to be his love and his darling aloud, to the chagrin of his admirers.

He tends to lean more towards kisses on her hands, winking at her as he does so, feeling his chest swell with pride when he sees that sweet smile on her face, her cheeks tinted a charming pink, earning themselves a quick kiss of their own.

The flirting....the flirting is nonstop, always sweet and maybe just a touch inappropriate with thinly veiled innuendo.

He may tend to overdo it at times, but really, he is just being silly intentionally for her amusement. And maybe to get that blush from her every now and again.

...Although, that is only part of the reason.

He actually loves to touch her and let her know how much he loves her, no matter who is around.

He is aware that he has...a past and sometimes, remnants of that pop up to sour her mood and make her insecure and he hates himself for that. So obviously, he is not shy to show her how much she means to him in front of others.

Theo

Theo's brand of PDA is...definitely different.

He wouldn't be hesitant to claim her in public verbally, calling her his hondje.

Make no mistake, he wouldn't be very touchy feely in front of others, but there will be no doubt that she is his.

Which is why his more physically affection is usually triggered by jealousy or protectiveness.

Sometimes, he can't resist wrapping an arm around her when he senses she is in need of comfort of some kind, be it because someone or something is making her uneasy, just to, in his own Theo kind of way, assure her that he is there.

She is safe with him and he will be damned if she felt any differently when she is out and about with him.

Sometimes, however, when nobody else is really looking, his look will soften when he meets her gaze, or puts a subtle hand on the base of her spine, usually brushing it off as 'directing' her.

Really its just an excuse to touch her, but he would have to be cornered to admit it aloud.

Vincent

The sweetheart was a joy to be around, always.

He is perfectly content holding her hand when he walks with her.

He could be a little socially oblivious at times, flustering his love with rather open declarations of love...wearing a perfectly innocent look on his face.

Sometimes he will take both her hands in his and kiss them, or maybe run his fingers through her hair.

He doesn't really have a reason to give if asked, he just feels like it.

His affection is so sweet, so tender, it may usually result in adoring moments between them where the world seems to disappear and they can only stare at each other, most likely with Y/N being completely taken by his gentle charm, sparkles and flowers surrounding them before someone has to remind them that they are not alone, snapping them out of their enamored stupor.

Put that is the effect Vincent tends to have on his lover, whether other people are around or not.

He may or may not kiss her. It depends on how bold he is feeling that day. Not a deep one, just a quick kiss on her lips, short and sweet.

The more intimate stuff is for behind closed doors. He isn't one to be too inappropriate in public.

He does have the capacity to be embarrassed after all. He may be a bit sheepish if he is called out, pink cheeks and all.

He can't help it. He loves her, that's just a fact.

Isaac

He's...hesitant about it. He's not necessarily averse to it, but...

Well he wouldn't see the reason for being so...overt about their relationship.

Handholding? Well alright, if she really wants to, he will hold her hand while they walk.

But beyond that, he would be a bit more resistant.

Kisses, hugs, the more intimate touches, he does not want others to see that.

So much so that he may even dodge any kisses she may try to give him. Y/N shouldn't take it too personally, even if it does seem as though he were rejecting her, he isn't, honest.

He would scramble to explain that he wasn't ashamed of her in anyway, because it would seem that way after a while.

His affection, however, would be more...subconscious actually.

Playing with the ends of her hair or tracing her palms, little things he wouldn't even be aware he was doing unless pointed out to him.

He's more affectionate when they're alone and it comes as more as a surprise to her, as he would be more confident about just kissing her, or taking the initiative in general, much more so when they're out and about.

Jean

Knowing how Jean is, people would assume that he would be completely against public displays of affection.

The honest truth? They would be correct in some aspects, but...

Not as much as they would think.

Its less because of his aversion to it and more because he has very little idea of how to conduct himself in public as a couple.

Being as socially clueless as he can be at times, he isn't entirely sure what is deemed appropriate and what isn't.

Its somewhat endearing to see him startle his lover by holding her hand seemingly out of nowhere.

He would probably admit that he received advice from the other residents that it was common for lovers to hold hands.

Which is the sweetest thing, but it would seem a bit...disingenuous to Y/N, as though he were doing it because he feels obligated.

But with a bit discussion over boundaries and what was deemed appropriate, a comfortable norm would definitely help him be more at ease and natural with his affection.

He would also be a bit more spontaneous, though always asking for her consent whenever he tries something different.

Dazai

Spontaneous.

He moves to the beat of his own drum, so the opinion of others is...so irrelevant to this man.

When in public with his love, he tends to do whatever comes to mind, no matter how random it may be.

Take her hand count her fingers and compliment them? But of course.

Steal a sweet peck from her and tell her how pretty they looked so he just felt like it? Naturally.

At times it may feel odd, but he has his own way of being affectionate and he doesn't have much impulse control to speak of.

Not since he's had her in his life. He may not be the best at expressing himself...at all, but for better or for worse, she will know she is loved.

Even with his oddball methods of showing it.

He particularly enjoys seeing her blush, so he does go out of his way to surprise her, whether it be by staring at her for prolonged eye contact, just to tell her she is beautiful. Unprompted.

The surprise on her pretty face as her cheeks erupt into red roses brings warmth into his chest as he chuckles, unable to stop himself from caressing one of them.

Anyone watching might think he is random...and he is, but he doesn't pay any mind to that.

Comte

His brand of affection is certainly more restrained. He is a gentleman after all.

He doesn't want to do anything inappropriate in front of others, he wouldn't want to embarrass her.

But he most certainly wasn't shy about wrapping a loving arm around her waist, holding her close to him, his comforting presence washing through her.

He is proud of her and is more than happy to show her off, though only as much as she would allow.

Elegant hand kisses, gracious intertwining of fingers, little acts that are not overboard, but leave little to the imagination.

Where he does go a little overboard is when it comes time to spoil her.

She wants for nothing. Comte's cherie wants for absolutely nothing.

He will gently kiss her forehead when she expresses any concerns, because to make her shine the way she deserves makes him happy.

He worries not over what others think too much, but he is respectful and classy when in the public eye.

Emphasis on when they are in the public eye. Its a different story when they are alone.

Sebastian

Subtle, almost imperceptible, one would miss it if they weren't paying attention.

He is a good deal more reserved about being affectionate when in public.

Perhaps he would take to simply being closer to her, proximity wise.

He may occasionally gently place his hand on her back, usually under the guise of directing her one direction or the other.

Truth be told, one would have to have known Sebastian prior to him being in a romantic relationship to see the difference.

Only then would his more almost secretive touches, that could easily be brushed off as platonic or friendly, be seen in slightly different light.

His demeanor generally isn't all that changed, specially not in public. He really isn't overly affectionate in front of others, but those who know him would definitely be aware that he is more...touchy with her.

Again, nothing too incriminating to the untrained eye, but so long as she understands the sentiment, that's all that really matters anyway.

Vlad

The romantic gestures he would gravitate towards would be more...innocent. Sweet, almost a bit childish in an endearing way.

Playing with her fingers, intertwining his between them, tucking her hair away from her lovely face.

His affection, in public, was more reminiscent of an admirer simply in awe of her.

He is devoted to her and her alone, and sometimes he may just act in the moment, bringing their linked fingers to his lips to his and pressing a kiss to the back of her hand. And of course, slip a flower or two into her hair.

He especially likes to profess his affection with words as much as actions.

Softly whispered words of adoration will often make their way to her, wrapping her in their warmth, even if he isn't actually touching her.

He isn't entirely conscious of how others perceive this, nor does he care all that much. Sometimes he just wants to bask in his love for her, take a moment to be grateful for her and show her that gratitude in full.

Faust

His brand of public affection often sent the message that Y/N was his very close assistant than his lover.

Its not often that it happens to be honest.

In contrast to his oddball sire Vlad and the overly affectionate Charles, he is much muted and covert about being affectionate.

He is quite blunt about it as well, if he is asked, probably by the children he tends to care for, if Y/N is his girlfriend.

He will just say yes, with a completely straight face and leave it at that.

Though the children themselves will be confused, as their fairly naive ideas of grand displays of love will be very much absent when they observe Faust and Y/N.

He would only indulge them by going to kiss her forehead if they didn't stop pestering him about it.

He just doesn't see the appeal of behaving in public how he behaved in private.

Only she needs to see his more vulnerable, genuine side. She's the only one who deserves to.

Charles

Umm...

If left unchecked, he could and would get carried away.

He would not care who is there, he can't keep his hands to himself.

Normally, he sticks to hand holding and cuddling.

But sometimes he'll sneak his hand on her thigh, maybe starts kissing her with reckless abandon.

He has no qualms about sneaking his hand up her dress while does and if she doesn't stop it, they may just start getting a bit wild.

Clothes might start dropping if Charles is left to do as he pleases. Its not so much out of lack of care of what others think, he isn't even thinking about, its more because he just wants to bury her in his love and drown in hers, no matter where and when.

And the mouth on him sometimes...

He is shameless about flirting with her too, oscillating between sugary heartfelt confessions of adoration and more...daring, lascivious declarations.

None of which are discreet.

In the slightest.

Galileo

He doesn't.

The man doesn't do like that.

Frankly, if someone was told explicitly that Galileo and Y/N were a couple, they wouldn't know it by looking at them.

Maybe the most affection seen from him would be standing close to her. Maybe if his guard is down, his face may soften when looking at her. But that's it. Nobody is seeing more than that.

Many people from the outside would question the perceived coldness of the relationship.

The couple would often seem more like acquaintances than lovers.

She would probably be touching him more than he is touching her to be honest.

But in private...that is not the case.

He prefers to keep his more tender side for her and her alone.

When it's just the two of them, he would indulge her with gentle caresses and tender words.

He is very different with her when it's just them, versus when they are out in public.

Drake

Drake doesn't care a great deal about what others think. He does what he wants when he wants to.

He doesn't behave that differently with her in public than he does in private.

Sure, he wouldn't jump her for risky trysts in the open, not unless she was up for it, but he wouldn't balk over kissing her in front of others. He doesn't do it often but he wouldn't be against it.

His boldness goes as far her timidity allows, really.

He's not so much into hand holding as much as he likes giving her head pats, caressing her face and giving her hugs and forehead kisses.

Especially headpats and forehead kisses.

He wouldn't go overboard but needless to say, he is rather affectionate in public. Unabashedly so.

He also flirts and teases rather openly, if only to see her flustered. Whispering in her ear, cornering her against surfaces, he does not care who sees. If called out, he will simply laugh it off.

He cares more about doting on his fawn than anybody else and their opinions anyway.

[xxsycamore]

KING'S GAME

╰┈➤ ❝ I just need to know in case…❞ ❝ In case what? In case you take it a little too far in role-playing? In case you go down on me and the words mon empereur leave your lips? ❞ - After a round of some silly drinking game, MC can't help but have certain thoughts about Napoleon and how easily he takes on the role of someone in power. Naturally, she wants to know his boundaries of it.

Napoleon Bonaparte/MC • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Drinking Games; Alcohol; Shenanigans; Humor; Sexual Tension; Massage; Kink Negotiation; Sexual Roleplay; Power Play; Dominant Napoleon; Dom/sub; Master/Servant; Blow Jobs; Oral Sex; Choking; Dacryphilia; Stripping; Dirty Talk; Vaginal Fingering; Begging; Vaginal Sex; Creampie; Aftercare • wordcount: 6,055 • masterlist

a/n: The idea for this fic was conceived long before an event of the same theme came to Ikevamp EN... We ended up not seeing them all play together in the game so I hope this right here fixes that, maybe? I have no idea how it ended up being that long. I guess I've been looking for the right opportunity to explore this part of Napoleon's character in a smut fic, namely his feelings about being called emperor and the likes in the bedroom. Hope you enjoy!

"Oh, I know! How about we play the Ousama game? It's a popular drinking game back home, in my era!"

It's rare for MC to be the one initiating activities on game nights, so naturally, all eyes are on her. Dazai is quick to give his enthusiastic approval, wanting to know more about a game that came after his time but originates from his homeplace. Sebastian smiles in a similar fashion.

"Good pick, MC. I think our residents are going to like it. Will you please excuse me for a second?"

As Sebastian stands up from the table and dashes out of the room, someone's comment oh my god, he's totally fetching his diary, can be heard. But really, there are no hard feelings. Everyone's more than happy to welcome Sebastian at the table and see him being more open and relaxed around his masters for once. Maybe it does have to be documented.

"It's not something like Arthur's games, I assume?" Isaac directs his gaze at MC, almost pleading under the surface for an affirmative response.

She rubs awkwardly at the back of her neck. As much as she hates to disappoint him…

"Erm, it's basically a game of dares… but don't worry, you can always refuse a dare!"

"That's it, if you want to take the punishment, Newt." Arthur seems ready to dance on the physicist's nerves with a complimenting chin-cupping stance, elbows rested on the table and all. Theo rolls his eyes.

"Let me guess. Refuse a dare and drink a shot."

"That's correct." MC nods before Arthur can take more liberties at orchestrating her own game, even if they happen to be thinking in the same direction. "Let me go get what we need for the game!"

By the time Sebastian is back and patting his breast pocket suspiciously, so is MC, with a handful of… chopsticks. And a fountain pen.

"So, what I'm going to do now is write a number for each one of us… Vincent, Theo, Arthur, Isaac, Mozart, Dazai, Sebastian, Napoleon, and I…so that means numbers 1 to 8, and on the ninth chopstick, I'm going to write Ousama - which means 'King' - and then we shuffle the chopsticks in a cup - Arthur, can you pass me the empty cup next to you? - then we each take one but without showing our numbers to the others. Whoever gets the Ousama chopstick becomes King and he places a dare for someone, using the numbers! Is everything clear?"

"Uh. What kind of dares are allowed?"

Napoleon nods at the direction the question originates from. "Good point. Hey, maybe tone it down with the sexual stuff. There are taken people at the table."

Arthur snaps, "Why are you looking at me? I wasn't intending to. Besides, if a dare doesn't stand right with you, you can always drink and avoid it!"

Memories of other game nights seem to flood multiple minds at once, so MC lets out a half-chuckle half-sigh and moves on. She does take a mental note of the hint of possessiveness in Napoleon's comment just now who instantly got worried about another man being prompted to touch her inappropriately. As if anyone has the balls to touch Napoleon's woman, she thinks to herself… and kind of likes the way it sounds in her head.

It's a shame that Leonardo and Comte aren't joining them tonight and are instead enjoying a more sane way of getting alcohol in their system, in some quiet corner of the mansion. And Comte is totally not smoking a cigarillo right now while talking to his old friend, claiming that he hasn't had one in forever, again. And for that matter, Jean's presence is missed as well, but sadly (although understandably) he dislikes partaking in such activities. He's a lot like Mozart in this regard, with the difference that Mozart becomes another person when he drinks some. And that person loves joining drinking games with his buddies!

"If we're all ready - here we go!"

MC gives the cup a rather unnecessary bartender-style shake, assuring the chopsticks are well shuffled and ready to make it to all the wrong hands.

Once placed on the table, a crowd of hands quickly reach into the cup and sneakily withdraw in order to hide their new secret identity, with the exception of one person who has nothing to hide.

"I'm the king. My, I wasn't prepared for this."

As Sebastian holds up the chopstick of fate high in the air for all to see, a few pairs of surprised eyes catch his own. And something like a shimmer lights up in Sebastian's ones.

For someone as unprepared as him, he surely doesn't waste time on thinking about his next move. Not at all.

"Number 6, exchange a clothing item with number 1. Number 3, take off your pants without using your hands. And number 4 must do a handstand."

"By Jove, Sebas, your fetishes are showing!" Arthur blinks, both surprised and somehow entertained by the turn of events which (in his own head) kicks him off the position of number one most perverted person around the table. Or at least for the time being. He's only smiling now because he's safe, being the lucky number 7 and out of Sebastian's fantasies.

Isaac and Theo can't say the same. They exchange a look - eyes traveling up and down each other's frames - looking for a convenient clothing item to exchange, given their different builds. Theo is done with his choice first, and he reaches over the table to undo Isaac's necktie. The smaller man averts his gaze, turning his head away as much as he can so it's not in Theo's way, or perhaps out of embarrassment, but it's over before it ever began thanks to Theo's rough but effective methods of freeing the cloth from under his collar. Using the chance coming with the shortened distance, Isaac snatches Theo's scarf in return as the most adequate thing to take.

"Aw, you two are boring." Napoleon mocks for change, drumming his fingers on the table with a smirk. Theo muses with the thin black tie in his hands, turning to Napoleon with an empty look and silently wrapping it around his forehead instead, tying it off at the side.

"Is this better?"

"Snrk. I don't know, what do we think, Sebas?"

"I approve of your new look, Master Theodorus. Or should I drop the 'Master'? I'm the King now, after all."

MC gasps, "Sebas! Oh, this game is dangerous…"

"Tell me about it. My first dare and I already have to drink. Woe is me." Dazai weeps, rising up from his seat to point at his hakama, making it impossible for him to complete the take off your pants without hands dare.

"Guess that leaves me." Napoleon sighs, pushing his chair back audibly as he stands up.

"Ooh! Go for it, Naps!"

"Good thing it went to someone who's in good shape. I bet it's a piece of cake for him."

"We'll see now." Napoleon smirks to himself, rubbing his hands together as he prepares to tackle the handstand. His eyes get serious for a second as he calculates it all, and in the next moment, his hands are flat against the floor changing the center of his weight. While he's upside down, the gravity makes his partly untucked shirt expose his abs.

Someone whistles, and MC finds herself staring. As if for the first time.

All too soon, Napoleon is back on his feet again, dusting off his palms and retaking his seat by the table. Sebastian is beaming. "I like this game. Thank you for the idea, MC."

"Thank you, MC." Mozart chimes in, for some reason, oblivious to Sebastian making history tonight as opposed to quietly observing it from the side like usual.

"Haha, you guys are welcome… so, let's do it again, shall we? Let's see who will be King this time around~!"

After the new shuffle of chopsticks, everyone seems a little more lively, a little more hopeful - some driven by revenge and some simply by the contagious evil brewing in the air.

"Who is King?"

Out of the people looking at their newly acquired chopsticks, Napoleon is the one who speaks up.

"I guess that would be me."

"It's Napoleon, huh…"

"Oh, how fitting! You were born for it, Naps."

"Haha, not really."

"My bad. You're an emperor, not a king. I'm so sorry, Your Majesty."

Napoleon snorts, not playing along - or perhaps his dismissing the extended apology is his way of playing along. MC raises an eyebrow, studying his reaction. Napoleon's attitude towards these things is… rather complicated, as he seems to both loathe his so-called days of glory and simultaneously accept them for what they are, a part of him. She's been confused more than once about what's a good way of navigating through the situation when the topic is brought up in their conversations. On one hand, she hates the change of expression on his face that makes her feel like winter has returned - even if it's never going to feel to her like how it felt to him, the cruel winter - on the other, she knows he hates it when people walk on eggshells around him.

But now they're all at least half-drunk and merely goofing around. No one's bothered to care about these things, and maybe Napoleon prefers they don't anyway.

"Number 5, hold three ice cubes in your mouth until they melt. Number 4, confess about a fetish you have in front of everyone. Number 2, crack an egg over Number 7's head. Number 1, give me a massage."

"N-Napoleon is a sadist!!"

"So cruel…"

And he's laughing too. Sadistic tendencies aside, his laughter sounds every bit as genuine (and loud) as MC always remembers it to be, and it's strangely soothing. Maybe she should refuse a dare just for the shot, just to drown her worries a little more… Taking a look at her chopstick again because she thinks she heard her number, she sees a 1.

Theo goes somewhere, for ice presumably, despite Sebastian's offer to do it in his stead, and Arthur follows. "Wait, I'll go for the eggs."

"Who got the fetish one?" Napoleon browses the faces of the ones left at the table to spot the flushed one. Vincent raises a hand.

"My fetish is, um… I don't really-"

"Come on Vincent-kun, we all have fetishes~"

"I think I could say… maybe… um.."

"Yes? Go on, say it. We won't judge."

"I'd love it if my partner would touch themselves and let me watch."

"That's perfectly normal, Master Vincent. Nothing to be ashamed of."

"Woah, it's both very vanilla and somehow kinky at the same time..." MC muses out loud. "Oh, but nothing to be ashamed of, certainly!"

Arthur and Theo return, with the latter immediately taking note of Vincent's beet-red face.

"What did I miss? Broer?"

"The fetish dare… Don't worry, Theo, I just had a shot instead."

"Oh, that's good. I mean, no it's not! Napoleon, how dare you make mjin broer take a punishment!"

"It wasn't really- Anyway, Theo, let's shut you up now."

Theo groans, dragging on every move as if giving the ice a chance to melt as much as possible before the inevitable contact with his mouth. At last, there's nowhere to escape and he pops the cubes in his mouth, thankfully they fit.

"Okay, I've been waiting for this. Who gets an egg in the head?"

"It's me… I hate this game…"

Isaac cards his fingers through his strawberry locks, as if for one last time while they're still egg-free. In the meantime, Theo's expression twists, less out of sympathy and more because the ice begins to torture him from the inside out.

"And the executioner?"

"Master Isaac, I'm truly sorry, it's me." Sebastian raises his gloved hand.

"Ahahaha! Haha!" Mozart laughs at the turn of events seeing a servant disserving his master. Or maybe the reason behind his laughter is nowhere that complex. One thing is certain, for some reason, he always gets out of the bunch's drinking games taking no damage in the form of nasty dares and punishments.

Sebastian stands up reluctantly, then sits down again. "Should I just drink? But I have to remind, I can't hold my liquor very well, I'm afraid."

"Just get it over with. I won't be mad at you or anything."

Sebastian sighs to show a little more reluctance before committing the deed. He looks like he's trying to miss his target, but unfortunately the raw egg still perfectly lands on Isaac's head, quickly descending down his face. Isaac's grossed-out expression mirrors Theo's current agony. As someone hands Isaac a handkerchief to wipe off the sticky mess with, another jokingly calls the sight erotic…

"Alright, I'm ready for my massage. Who shall serve the King?"

Napoleon relaxes back in his seat demonstratively in anticipation. It's a bold invitation, and everyone looks up to see the chosen one.

"My king."

MC stands up, showing her chopstick marked with the number 1. She tries to mute the sound of the others' reactions in her head as suddenly her pulse speeds up.

Napoleon flashes her a grin.

"Very well. The King is expecting you."

He lifts his glass to his lips as he hasn't touched it since the beginning of the game, probably deeming it worthless with the nature of the game. Not that he's expecting to be drinking anytime soon - he's simply not the type to back out from any dare unless it's too ridiculous even for him. Maybe that's why he started to miss the warmth at the back of his throat.

As MC makes her way to where he sits, she witnesses the singular bobbing of his Adam's apple when he gulps down the liquid, and she watches dumbstruck for a second as he motions for her to take a sip if she wants to, from the same glass. Well, yes, she finished her own drink a while ago. She accepts the glass from his hold.

"Now, what kind of massage should I request? Hmm…"

Arthur's dirty remarks fall on deaf ears as MC focuses on not choking on the liquid in her mouth.

Napoleon is a giver.

But there's something damn attractive when he allows himself to take from others.

"The king orders you to rub his shoulders."

And it's damn attractive when he's commanding like that. She sees now what the others were referring to in their provocations earlier - it rolls so, so easily off his tongue when he gives an order like this. Even if it's for a stupid game, the sharp look he gives her feels rather… real.

Not that this is anything new to her. For all Napoleon's gentleness, in the bedroom, he has this side of him that colors him rather dominant. And she'd be lying if she said she's gotten so used to it by now she doesn't feel anything between her legs right this moment. Instead of being a liar, she blames it on the alcohol.

Standing behind Napoleon, MC puts her hands on his broad shoulders… and really, it's been a while since she last gave him a massage. Usually, it's the other way around, as Napoleon added it to his ever-growing list of skills, even if initially it was something he'd never done before, given his status in his past life. Now she has his shoulders all to herself to knead and push at, and she catches herself putting selfishness in the act of service. Because she can't help but have impure thoughts.

Napoleon groans. It's quiet but she catches it over the cacophony of other noises in the room coming from the rowdy bunch. They're already setting things up for the next round, and here she's still stuck on her dare. She doesn't want to go back to her seat. Maybe Napoleon can read her thoughts like he always does and offer her his lap for the rest of the night; maybe he will go further and excuse the two of them for the night-

One hand at work, she reaches the other into the cup because they tell her to, and it appears to be Isaac's turn to be King. Good for him, but bad for everyone else. Seems like it's going to be a long night…

Later in the night and a few more rounds down the line, apples have been eaten without hands, glasses have been downed, a few mounts were the targets of unpleasant substances, either deadly spicy or deadly sweet, some clothes have been removed, some eyes filled with tears - and the collective level of soberness in the room has been drastically lowered.

It's a surprise how they even managed to put an end to it before the sun came out when naturally there's always someone who didn't get a chance to take revenge on someone else. Napoleon and Theo, being the best at holding their liquor as per usual, felt it their duty to help the others to their rooms.

MC didn't have much to drink, otherwise she'd be asleep on the pile of residents by now. Not that she intended to retain some of her soberness, it simply happened - because the bubbling feeling in her chest wasn't caused by alcohol, to begin with.

Napoleon, always the caretaker. Maybe if she throws herself at him he'll carry her to her room as well.

"Goodnight, Theo, go get some sleep." The sound of him returning after separating from Theo interrupts her daydreams.

Once he sees he's all alone with MC, he offers her a smile.

"And we're the last ones again. C'mon Nunuche, let's go to our room."

"Carry me?"

MC tries her best puppy-dog eyes at him, and he tests her for a second like it doesn't work on him. He then gawks at her laziness, hoisting her up his shoulder and giving her ass a little spank. "Let's get you to bed, naughty Nunuche. Some of those guys will be mad at you for weeks, you know? But you better not give them those eyes. Only I get to see them."

"Mm…Napoleon?"

The varnished floorboards creak under Napoleon's steps as he makes his way down the hall, holding MC's weight securely. "Yes?"

"Do you really enjoy it? You know, being treated like a majesty."

It's a short trip, and MC's perspective soon goes back to normal as the floor and the walls swap their places once more before her eyes. Not that she's interested in it, so she throws herself at the bed in the next second, sinking in the welcoming embrace of the comforter, not bothering with removing it at least for the time being.

"Pfft, where did that come from?" Napoleon says while closing the door behind him. The crickets are still singing their songs under their window, it can't be that late in the night.

"From the game. For a second I was worried it left a bad taste in your mouth."

"Hmm." Napoleon fake-muses, kicking off his shoes before sinking one knee on the bed. "I think I liked it when you were the one treating me like a majesty."

"No, don't joke, tell me seriously."

"I am serious though."

Somehow they end up in this position that doesn't help resolve the tension poisoning the air around them one bit; with him caging her with his body on the soft mattress and her having nowhere else to look at but right at his penetrating gaze. Her fingers twitch, nails catching into the fabric of the comforter, seeking a sense of stability.

"I just need to know in case…"

"In case what? In case you take it a little too far in role-playing? In case you go down on me and the words mon empereur leave your lips?"

Like a spark to the kerosene pooling low in her belly, Napoleon's words make beautiful explosions bloom behind her eyelids that have fallen shut amidst the last sentence. She takes a breath but it only feeds the fire as she can't help the way her exhale sounds raspy.

"Would you like that?"

"Would you?"

MC bites on her bottom lip. "This is not about me."

"I thought you wanted to serve your King."

She averts her gaze, because if she looks a little longer at this alluring jade gaze that reeks of sex, she'll be able to feel herself losing her composure, and she's trying to have a serious conversation here.

"I do."

"Hmm." Napoleon plays with her, trailing a hand down her modest home dress, prodding at the buttons at the front. "This is bad, I don't know what to ask for first. I've lost shape."

"Liar. You were perfect at it earlier."

"Someone's been paying attention. Were you also fucking me with your eyes? Right there, at the table?"

MC takes two sharp breaths, and it resembles panting, all too soon. It's out of irritation and not arouse, not yet. When she pictured their little game, she thought she'd just have to bow her head obediently and indulge in her desire to serve. Not enduring Napoleon's verbal teasing as any other night.

"Is it that bad? Will my King punish me now as he sees fit?"

Napoleon looks at her. For all the things that may be at the tip of his tongue, MC imagines most vividly the tone Napoleon would speak them in and how much he's cut for the role. Her soul sings at the thought, but it's nothing holy.

"Get up then. Don't you think it's a little rude to be lying down in my presence?"

That's fair. With renewed vigor, she pushes herself off the bed and waits readily by the side of it.

"Remember to not look me in the eyes. It's forbidden. You'll only look when I allow you to, if I allow you to. You'll have to earn my grace."

Instinctively, MC wants her nod to be accompanied by eye contact, but she corrects her mistake before it can even take place.

"Present yourself. Take it all off."

MC blinks surprisedly at how fast things are happening but isn't against it at all. She has the feeling that he is capable of making her do all sorts of dirty things with a mere flick of his tongue, undressing for him is nothing.

She makes a show of it, despite not having many articles of clothing on her to take off seductively - before long, she's stepping out of her dress that has pooled at her feet, and she retakes her previous position.

"I'm pleased with what I'm seeing. Come closer. Kiss me."

He doesn't have to ask twice. It's something familiar and yearned for since they crossed the threshold of their room—hell, no, since they took a seat at the table for that game. It's welcoming and fulfilling and it's just what she needed-

Or so she thought, until she terribly embarrassed herself with a rather awkward and rigid pressing of lips against lips, and no movement. In her selfishness, and out of habit, she left her mouth open for Napoleon's invasion. But she's forgetting to consider that kings get tired of their conquests too.

She summons her boldness and turns the desire in her veins into fuel for action. She shoves her tongue in Napoleon's mouth, but gently, not with the intention to dominate, but rather to serve. To kiss him until he gets enough. Her tongue swirls against his own, the movement rather clumsy, the making out of a juvenile rather than that of a skillful lover… but it's what he wants. He wants to see her seduce him, use every millimeter of her body for his pleasure, and keep going until he has his fill.

A thin string of saliva connects their lips upon her withdrawal, and her eyes are shut tight. She has to keep them shut, otherwise she'll look right at him. Napoleon chuckles.

"You may open them."

She does, and the sight is not kind on her fragile composure. Locking eyes with Napoleon has never felt like this, like a privilege, and exploring this new feeling is exciting.

"You're not half bad with your mouth. Undress me and put it to use."

Heartbeat thumping in her ears, MC finds it impossible to conduct herself in that moment; to sturdy her hands into performing the task and to break her gaze from his piercing pools of jade. She starts with the shirt, more tugging at the buttons rather than precisely undoing them, before pushing it completely off his shoulders, and finally letting it fall to the floor. He's glorious with just his trousers on and that scrutinizing, almost cold gaze. She opens the fly enough to take his hardness out, and her stomach tightens instinctively.

She wets her lips and parts them, taking in the head of his cock, letting it rest on her tongue. Even when her world narrows down to the hot pulsing flesh in her mouth, she catches herself dividing her focus between pleasuring her lover and.. the position she's doing this in. There's a little bit of getting used to it being required, and it makes her realize how unfamiliar that is - her being on her knees, on the hardwood floor, and Napoleon standing upright. When was the last time they've found themselves in that exact arrangement? It could've happened once or twice before, in the heat of the moment, or when the space had limited them. But never intentionally. Not because MC has anything against it - rather, it would be Napoleon who changes the position whether he's about to receive oral. He makes sure he's at least sitting down at the edge of the bed, where MC can rest her hands on his hips, or on the bed. Where he can see her better, to check up on her. Now she has to look up to see him, and he seems so far away, or maybe her eyes are doing tricks on her, or maybe her vision is blurring because she accidentally took his cock too deep down her throat and now tears are gathering in the corners of her eyes.

Napoleon brings his hand over her head and collects a fistful of her hair, one unfamiliar thing after another - but before intimidation can mix into her blood, she breathes in deeply, because it's not him forcing her down his cock, it's him forcing her off it.

He holds his cock firmly by the base as he directs it at her parted lips again, but doesn't breach the gap between them. He simply rubs his cockhead on the soft cushion of them, gathering the saliva that starts to droll down and smearing it back on her lips.

"A pretty mouth indeed."

MC can only look at him. She looks at him like she's looking straight at an open flame.

"Next," Napoleon begins, cupping her chin and caressing with his thumb where his cock used to be just a second ago. "I want you to go on the bed and show me the position you want to be taken in. Can you do that for your King?"

MC finally averts her gaze; it happens involuntarily, purely as a reaction to another surge of surprise and embarrassment.

"I— Yes, my King."

Napoleon angles her chin up, a signal for her to rise to her feet. Yes, that would be a good start.

The bed is just two steps away from where she is but MC feels like she can trip thrice on the way there with how much her legs have turned to jelly. Still, she makes it. There's not much room for thinking this through, for deciding on what would work out best for both of them - normally it's him who takes these decisions, anyway - so once she leans forward on the bed, she gives way to impulsivity and the way it saves her from having to give it any more thought. If she has to name the reason, it would be that it aligns with everything that Napoleon is tonight. Of course it would be fitting if he were to take her on her hands and knees.

"Does this… please you?"

She hears the rustling of clothes behind her back, probably the sound of Napoleon getting rid of his trousers, before he approaches her. He doesn't say anything about approving the position or not, and MC can't decide if his silence is worse. He comes to stand right behind her, and she crawls a little closer to the edge of the bed to make sure their skin is touching. Napoleon lets one hand roam from the fold of her knee up to the curve of her butt, and MC jumps lightly at the touch. Needless to say, she's sensitive and oh-so neglected. Her insides throb at the mere proximity of Napoleon's slender fingers close to her sex - it's a miracle she doesn't come undone on the spot as he actually directs his touch to the apex of her thighs. Wetness catches on his fingertips and he wastes little time caressing her folds before plunging two fingers inside.

"Nnghhh…" MC tosses her head, trying her best to enjoy the feeling of finally, finally claiming some pleasure but without losing herself completely in it. Napoleon twists his fingers until his open palm is facing upwards, thrusts in and out a few times in a way that doesn't intend to bring pleasure but rather to prepare - and then his fingers audibly and briskly exit her wetness.

MC whines at the loss of his fingers but finds a new fire sparkled to life inside her, and she's more than happy she wouldn't have to wait any longer for the next dose of intoxicating pleasure.

"Good girl. Do you want my cock?" Napoleon asks, openly and greedy. He's not risking having her beat around the bush by posing a more generic question like what she wants next. They both know the answer to that already.

Not that he spares her the torturous reminder of what she'll get by saying the right thing. He rubs his flushed tip on her glistening folds, pressing it in enough to just barely catch on her entrance; to make her bite her tongue and assume he just might show mercy and put it in without her pleading for it.

"I- Yes, please, Napoleon— take me, fuck me! Please…"

She only realizes once it slips out that she used his name and not the object of their little game of pretend that is his title, but there's no going back.

Napoleon doesn't punish her for it. Instead, he rewards her, giving her what she wants most. The groan he lets out as the familiar warmth and tightness enfolds his aching cock is telling of his own desperation.

MC cries out at the intrusion, only now understanding the difference of not having him finger her for longer prior to this. It doesn't hurt - she just feels a little fuller somehow. A little on edge. He gives her time to adjust, however, and she just basks into this dangerous feeling for as long as it's there until he carefully withdraws only to give it another thrust.

"Ahh!" Her insides squeeze around Napoleon again, as he goes in deeper this time. She blames the position, trying to reason out why she feels him in her guts. Napoleon withdraws again, and then pushes in, trying to fit even more of himself inside.

"You're taking me so well. I'm so deep inside you, I bet you can feel me in your deepest parts."

She groans at his words and their truthfulness as his thrusts grow rhythmic, the place where they're connected burning with the delightful friction, and her arms soon give out. She buries her head between her hands, enduring the change of angle as her rear sticks out, and Napoleon keeps pounding at her. His own sounds of pleasure are barely masked by the sounds of skin on skin, but he's not hiding them either. He lets her know how good she's making him feel, telling her something dirty in a low voice that she can barely register over the drumming in her ears.

"You feel so good- merde- Ngh. I want to stay inside you forever."

He's always holding her tightly when he fucks her, his grip being strong enough to leave marks the following day, but there's something about the way he takes hold of her hips now. At first, MC thinks nothing of it, lost in euphoric pleasure. It's only when she feels her knees being lifted off the bed that she understands what's happening.

Napoleon rises up her bottom to meet his hips, in his standing upright position, taking full control of her body in that moment. He's so strong, making it all seem effortless; and it's not a matter of matching his thrusts anymore - she can't do anything. She's facing away, with one pair of limbs immobilized and the other grasping uselessly for purchase at the covers. Her whole body rocks back and forth, feeling like a ragdoll in Napoleon's arms. There's something primal and simultaneously embarrassing about how good it feels to give herself over to him like that; about the trust she puts in him to have her completely at his mercy.

And then Napoleon stills inside her. And he groans. And before she knows it, a warm spray of come hits her walls. Her eyes widen, only now realizing they've already been going at it for a while, for a while enough that he seemingly couldn't hold back and—

And maybe he just didn't feel like waiting for her to come before he does.

The realization makes her dizzy in an unexplainable way, and she moans so loudly she feels herself pathetically falling into that bottomless fit, just like that, just as Napoleon takes his cock out of her. It's petrifying, coming without him inside her, but strangely the pleasure never ceases. His hand finds his way between her quivering thighs and shoves them apart in a quick manner, beginning to rub at her clit; whispering praises against the skin of her nape, enveloping her smaller body with his own from behind as she presses into the bed so violently, chasing after her peak.

"Come for me. Come for me and scream my name."

And that's enough to tip her over the edge. Coming with Napoleon's load inside her intensifies the feeling; the way her insides are still remembering his shape, the way she's so full yet so empty. It makes her see stars.

"Napoleon— Ahhhhh!!"

"I'm here. I'm here, mon amour."

Napoleon holds her trembling form as he draws out the last of her high, gently moving her into a spooning position. He keeps touching her everywhere, her belly, her breasts, the curve of her shoulder, caressing all the spots that went unloved in their game.

"I felt— so good I thought I might die—"

Napoleon huffs out a breathy chuckle, and it tickles the babyhairs at the base of her neck.

"I'd be lying if I said this doesn't stroke my ego, Nunuche.", he whispers, and it's somehow more shiver-inducing than anything he's said that night. "I think you might be right. I might be enjoying myself a bit too much when I'm calling the shots."

MC turns her neck just enough to look at him from the corner of her eye. She studies him again, with his disheveled hair and boyish smile and his low tolerance of putting up a front now that he gave voice to his most basic instinct and let it rob him of the ability to give anything more thought than he needs to. She leans in for a kiss and he takes the initiative enthusiastically but ends up drawing it out to make the remaining endorphins dance slowly between their bodies.

Letting the tiredness in her limbs settle in just like the fact that the room is several shades a brighter blue than how they entered it, MC only nuzzles back onto Napoleon's chest, trying not to give voice to the heat between her legs beginning to awake again without a sense of the time.

"And I might just love to see you like that. Mon empereur."

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SUMMARY: little things the ikevamp suitors love about you.

WARNINGS: none!! :D

COMMENTS: this is kinda to get me back in the writing groove again. i thought this was really cute as i was writing it hehe

napoleon adores your voice, the sweet sound of it carrying in the wind as you cheer him on when he spars. your voice goes higher when you talk to jupiter and lower when you talk to the kids he teaches, and although he’ll never tell you he notices these things, it’ll be evident when you look over at the teasing smirk on his face.

mozart adores the contrast between your klutziness and your grace, he’s caught you swaying to his music when you clean before, now that you two often find yourself sharing the same space. his eyes wander to you as he plays under the guise of making sure you don't slip on the sleek floors and injure yourself...but really, he is enraptured by you.

leonardo adores your lips, even more so when they’re on his own. ever the flirt, he makes sure your lips are always turned upwards in a bashful smile, the one that makes the corners of your eyes crinkle and your cheeks warm up. he touches your cheeks, brushing his fingers along your skin before kissing you, leaving you both smiling.

arthur adores your eyes, the way they’re always trained on him, the way he can see himself reflected in yours and just knows you see yourself in his. he loves how soft they look as they gaze upon him, a hopeless man, a sinner, a weak and helpless person that couldn’t save the ones he wanted to save most. you can still look at him, and that's all he could ever ask from you.

isaac adores your neck and the way it looks when you wear necklaces and different collared shirts and different hairstyles. he finds himself flustered at the thought of pressing his lips to where your neck meets your shoulder, sprinkling the skin with his kisses and dusting it with soft whispers for the both of you to cherish.

vincent adores your smile and the way it makes him happy, too. he loves that you never shy away from your feelings and you aren’t scared of his. you smile when he expresses what he wants, as if him craving and needing and wanting makes you happy, and oh if that’s what it takes to see you beam like you’ll love him forever, vincent will embrace every part of him.

theo loves your arms and how they work hard every day, only to wrap around him at the end of it all. it melts his heart when your head finds itself over his heartbeat, listening to his pulse as you shut your eyes. he’s never felt more weak in the knees in his life. you’ve ruined him, but he doesn’t care just so long as you keep holding him and working hard at his side.

dazai adores your waist and all of the uses it has. he loves kneading the flesh he finds there, making you squeal because those spots may be a bit ticklish. he finds himself placing a hand there as he walks with you, holding you close to his side, just close enough to catch your scent. it’s cheesy when he grabs your waist to lift you into the air, swinging you around in an impromptu dance, but his heart melts with love for you when your hands find themselves over his, keeping him latched onto you.

jean adores how you wake up in the morning, all sleepy and confused. every little noise you make makes his heart skip a beat, and so he captures every single one and places them in the corner of his mind labeled with your name for safekeeping. maybe then, even when you’re gone, he’ll still be able to know you. the heart that pounds so vehemently for you nearly pops out of his chest when you throw an arm over him and snuggle into his chest, a delicate smile on your face.

will adores how you smell when you come out of the shower, all freshened up. the fragrances of all the products you two picked out together waft throughout the villa, and will doesn’t find himself minding that he can smell you everywhere. after all, you’ve left your mark on this place, and furthermore, his heart.

comte adores you for staying by his side, even though he knows it’s hard. he’s been so painfully lonely for most of his life, and even now he doesn’t feel he fits anywhere. but you come along and take him into your arms, gently collecting all of his broken pieces, and you bring him back together with your embrace. this. this is where he belongs. he is certain of it.

sebastian adores your laughter and the way you seem to infect the mansion with it. he hears it ringing in his ears even when you aren’t around, the sweet sound carrying through his memories as he busies himself with chores and thoughts of you. it isn’t easy running an entire mansion, but with you by his side, bumping him with your hip as the two of you wash dishes, he couldn’t be happier.

vlad adores how you love vampires just as much as he loves humans. you have always tried to get him to bridge the gap with comte and trust humans again, and although it's not easy he sees your efforts and he loves you for it. you’re strange for not fearing him, for staying by his side throughout all he has done, but he’s glad for it.

faust adores how you’re so honest. you set boundaries and mean them, you tell people off when they’re encroaching on your space, and you make sure the environment you foster around yourself is as lovely as it can be. it makes him smug, knowing you’re so capable and he’s the one that gets to call you his. 

charles adores your fingertips and the way they map out his body, pressing into his scalp to soothe him and trailing down his back when he wants a hug. you’re always so gentle with him, treating him like he’s precious like he’s loved, and he knows he can never get enough of it. you’re so sweet, indulging him like this. he will never be able to stop loving you.

[writingwhimsey]

Becoming Comtesse Ch. 1

A/N: Hello every one! Alright, this is the start of my first multi-chapter ikevamp fic! Inspired by a scene from Queen Charlotte and my love of the arranged marriage trope! In this fic, we meet my OC Colette. The eldest daughter of an English Baron who is being sent to France to marry our dear Comte! This first chapter is a little long, but I hope you enjoy it! I think I am going to really have some fun with this fic!

Chapter 1

I took a deep breath as I rode in the carriage with my mother and older brother. The carriage was fairly large and comfortable…quite elegant in fact. Of course, the comfort of the carriage didn’t do much for me considering my stomach was still in knots from the previous leg of our journey…by ship.

“Colette, you should look out the window. It might help you.” Mother said to me.

“Yes, you don’t want to be green when we arrive.” Thomas, my brother added.

I sighed. “I’m sorry, if I am not more enthused.” I replied.

“Oh, come now, dearest, you’ve always wanted to see Paris.” Mother reminded me.

“Yes…but not like this.” I remarked.

“You knew this would happen someday, Colette.” Thomas reminded me. “You’re moving up in station through this. I mean look at this carriage le Comte sent for us.”

“Yes, this will raise up the whole family.” Mother reminded me. “And it will help your younger sister find a suitable match as well.”

I sighed. There was no point in arguing. My brother had already completely agreed to this match on my behalf. As of this moment, there really was nothing I could do. On paper, it all did make sense. A French nobleman wanting to marry me, the eldest daughter of a merchant family. My father had only just recently been able to purchase the title of Baron before passing away suddenly, Thomas inheriting the title from him.

Mother’s hand came to rest on mine. “Colette, my dear, I promise you an arranged marriage isn’t the end of the world. Had I not had one, you and your siblings wouldn’t be here.” She gently reminded me.

I nodded. “I know…but at least you and Father grew up together. I don’t even know what my fiance looks like…let alone if he is kind or cruel. And I am to marry him in three days.”

“Just remember, Colette, our family needs this.” Thomas reminded me. “You’re marrying into the French nobility. Old money. It will look favorably for everyone.”

“Not to mention, we really did luck out. At your age…” Mother began.

“I know.” I replied. And how I knew. I was an old maid now, being unwed and in my early thirties. Practically ancient by the marriage market standards…and I had liked it that way.

I decided to look out the window and focus on the scenery. Fresh air and solid ground had already settled my stomach from the seasickness. Now all that remained was how I felt about meeting my fiance.

The carriage ride seemed to take forever. The city-scape gave way to a scenic countryside full of beautiful and vibrant flowers and lush trees. We finally arrived at the gates of a large country estate. The carriage took us all the way up to the front of a large mansion.

Thomas exited the carriage first, reaching his hand back to help my mother and then myself. I couldn’t help but to find myself in awe of the mansion. It was ENORMOUS! Yes we’d had a large house, but it was nothing compared to this place.

A young man with dark hair and wearing a butler’s suit and gloves came to greet us, giving us a bow. “Welcome, Baron Wells. Madame Wells.” He greeted them. “And you must be Mademoiselle Colette. I am Sebastian, Monsieur le Comte de Saint-Germain’s butler.”

“Oh, how delightful. Where is the master of the house?” Thomas asked.

“He is in town attending to some business. He will be back later this evening for the small dinner party planned to welcome you and to celebrate the engagement.” Sebastian explained.

I could feel the knots of anxiety twisting further in my stomach. I had hoped that the man would be here so that I could at least meet him. Sebastian led us inside, giving a casual tour of the mansion as we made our way to our rooms.

“The parlor is there. The dining room there. A game room through there.” Sebastian gestured.

“A game room?” I found myself asking.

“Yes. We have billiards and chess, for example.” Sebastian answered.

“Oh, your fiance enjoys a good game now and then. That sounds just like your father.” Mother told me. Clearly trying to talk the man up…even though she was just as clueless on how he really was as I was.

Sebastian finished showing us around, taking Thomas to his room first, followed by my mother, and then showing me to my room last. The coachman had helped him to carry our things in, meager as our luggage was compared to the guests I was sure le Comte usually entertained.

“And here is your room Mademoiselle.” Sebastian said as he opened the door for me.

I stepped inside, seeing a room decorated in warm soft tones. Whites and creams and golds. The curtains were even light and airy. There was also a balcony that overlooked the garden in the backyard of the mansion. A rather large and gorgeous garden full of colorful flowers blooming.

If it had been under any other circumstances, I would have been in complete awe of this place. It was beautiful, there was no doubt. Grand, for certain. A home most girls I knew back home would kill for. Here it was to be mine. I the lady of such a grand estate…yet I couldn’t help but to feel the anxiety tightening in my gut.

“Should you need anything, Mademoiselle, do not hesitate to ask.” Sebastian told me. “Le thermae is just down the hall should you wish to take a bath to freshen up. Monsuier le Comte has also left a present for you in the closet. I believe he would like for you to wear it to the dinner tonight.”

“I see…thank you.” I replied.

“Pardon me for asking, but is there anything I can assist you with?” Sebastian asked.

“Could…could you tell me about le Comte?” I asked after only a moment of hesitation.

“Ah, you are nervous about marrying a man you haven’t yet met.”

“Yes, that’s exactly it.” I replied. “What is he like?”

“He is a good man. A generous man.” Sebastian answered. “Though, I am sure nothing will assuage your fears as much as meeting him will. You shall see him tonight, fret not.”

Sebastian gave me no chance to ask any further questions and then he was gone. I sighed as I walked over to the closet and opened it up. Inside there was a rather beautiful dress, of gold silk with cream-colored flowers adorning it in places. On the vanity in the room there was a pair of long elegant white gloves. There was a jewelry box and I walked over to it, opening it…earrings, a necklace, and a bracelet to match the dress.

Just then there was a knock on the door and my mother was peeking her head in. “Ah, my dearest, it seems Monsuier le Comte is pulling out all of the stops for you.” She said, her eyes lighting up as she looked around the room and took notice of the dress and jewelry.

“Yes…it seems he wants a doll to dress up.”

Mother frowned. “Come, come. Let’s go freshen up. Those baths the butler mentioned sounded nice. That should help you relax a bit.”

I nodded. “Sure.” Though I knew a bath wouldn’t help me. Nothing would.

I was so anxious that I couldn’t even bring myself to take in the beauty of the bath. How elegant the room was and how warm the water was. Mother made sure that she helped me to scrub, something about getting the stink of travel off of me.

After the bath, we went right back to my room to get ready for the evening. Mother helped me to get ready, putting on the dress and accessories le Comte had gifted me. There must have been a king’s ransom in the diamonds and pearls that now adorned me.

“You look beautiful, dearest.” Mother told me, smiling warmly as she looked at me. “This le Comte has good taste.”

“It is lovely.” I replied as I looked at myself in the mirror. Though I could hardly recognize myself. Yes, we’d done our best to have nice things, but even with the fortune our family business had amassed, there were still some things out of reach.We were new money and generally looked down upon by those of old money.

Just then there was a knock on the door. “Are you ready, Mother? Sister?”

“Yes, we are. You can come in Thomas.” Mother called.

“Sebastian said that dinner isn’t quite ready yet, but we are permitted in the parlor where there are drinks waiting.” Thomas told us. “Perhaps some wine might help to calm you nerves, Sister.”

“Wine can be good for the nerves.” Mother agreed, looping her arm through mine.

“Right.”

The three of us left my room and headed down the stairs. We went to the parlor, where there were indeed drinks awaiting us. There were also some ordesvours. There were no signs however, of my fiance. “Here Sister, have some wine.” Thomas told me as he handed me a glass of wine.

“Thank you…” I replied, taking the glass, though I really wasn’t sure it would help me at all.

Just then Sebastian was coming into the room followed by a group of three men. One had jade eyes and the strangest hair color…it was a mixture of…black or dark blue and gray…? There was also a man with blue eyes and blond hair and a warm smile. The third man had a kind of bluish hair and bright blue eyes. Who were these men? Was one of them my fiance?

Sebastian bows to us. “Monsuier le Comte has only just returned. He has gone to freshen up.” Sebastian told us. “Though he didn’t want you to be bored, so he wanted some of his closest friends to greet you and keep you company. These are Monsuiers Napoleone, Vincent, and Arthur.”

With those introductions out of the way, Sebastian left the room. The three men came over my family and I. “Welcome, it is nice to meet you all.” Napoleone greeted us.

Vincent smiled and I swear I thought I heard angels singing. “And we are happy to welcome you here. Especially you, Madamouselle Colette.”

“Yes, it’s great to meet the bird who could get old Comte to settle down.” Arthur added.

I was surprised when I heard each of the men speak. I couldn’t quite place Napleone’s accent, it almost seemed somewhere between Italian and French? Vincent had a Dutch accent? I think it was anyways.

“Ah, another Englishman!” Thomas declared immediately latching onto Arthur.

“Yes, Comte has quite the collection of us.” Arthur replied.

“A collection?” Mother asked.

“Don’t listen to this idiot.” Napoleone said, shooting a look at Arthur. “Monsuier le Comte likes to support the arts. Arthur here is a writer and Vincent is a painter.”

“Oh, so he’s charitable and a patron of the arts!” Mother declared, turning to look at me. “That sounds like a good man.”

“He’s something.” Napoleone agreed.

We all stood or sat in the parlor together then, Mother and Thomas easily starting conversation with the three men. I would speak up every so often, trying to find out more information on le Comte…yet I kept getting very little…it may as well have been nothing. Arthur would say a bit more than the others, but something about his demeanor told me he wasn’t entirely serious.

I could feel my anxiety getting to me and that parlor suddenly felt very tiny and warm. “Excuse me a moment.” I muttered. “I…need some air.”

I didn’t give anyone time to stop me. I exited the parlor and started wandering through the mansion, looking for an exit. I wasn’t even sure where I was going, but I soon found myself out in the garden I had seen from my balcony. Little did I know, I was being watched.

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Period hcs cuz I haven't done them for the ikebois and so it needs to be done. I need to play trough more of Ikesen to get comfortable with their charicters- but otherwise I'm good (mainly- Ikevamp may be off... I've only played those in the castle's routes... its fuckin funny)

ANYGAY ikevil boiyos and how they care for you during hell♡

William: hasn't a fraction of a clue on how to help. He learns from you how to help you. When he knows, he is a fucking God at careing for you.

Harrison: he has a good idea of what to do. He helps other women when they get like that in his office, so he'll pay doubble attention to you. Expect lots of sweets, cuddles, some massages, whatever you need he got ya, less teasing too.

Liam: has a little more of an idea of what to do than William. He definately does what he can to distract you, get you what you need, cuddles and kisses galore. Very affectionate.

Elbert: knows the least about periods. But listens to you vent and is very confotting to talk to. Best not to send him to get you snacks though. Will cuddle you instead, especially when at the lovers stage

Alfonse: ahem. Period sex. That's it.

Roger: gets you the drugs you could need, checks in to make sure that all is good down there, with some spice to add to it. Not the best with affection, bur can massage you well enough.

Jude: the worst one to go to tbh. "Just suck it up kind". Do stab him every day while you're on your period. He'll get the point soon enough. He starts helping you because it's cheaper than paying rodger.

Ellis: best one to go to. He wants you happy, and he'll be damned if you aren't. So he does whatever you need him to, cuddles? He is there. Sweets? He has your favorite at the ready. Sex? Ok sure. He is there for you, allways.

Victor: he goes to rodger to learn what he should add to his bakeing to help you and your body during this time. He has tea with you and is very careing for you aswell.

[duckyfann9871]

That’s a very good question, i imagine it varies by region like each country censuses are taken every couple years?

There is also that thing where vampires are like Stand-users and are able to detect each other to an extent so maybe it’s a rough estimate in each area??

Or maybe they don’t worry about it

Regardless I’d love to find more lore

I want to be a vampire too: rant

played 2 routes of ikemen vampire so far. I love the game, but both times I have wished that there was an option to join them as a vampire at the end.

I don't understand why becoming a vampire is posed so negatively in the game, but whenever it comes up in the routes it's coded like it's a terrible option that MC doesn't want to do.

Well, au contraire! If I had a chance to become a sexy vampire in a mansion full of other sexy vampires I would take it ... especially if the person I was in love with was also a vampire. If both are vampires doesn't that mean more time you get to be together??

TLDR I want to become a vampire at the end of my romance and I haven't had my way yet,

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

Oh we are so BACK

When I tell you I saw this and died. HELLO?????

I keep hiding my face lahshjsdhjgfsaf HE HAS NO RIGHT. NO RIGHT AT ALL BEING THAT SEXILY INTENSE AAAAAAAAAAA

Anyway, I should probably try to make some attempt at describing the event since. If I don't I'll just be barking/crying/hiding my face for the next twelve hours.

Basically--and I'm not sure this is going to be across the board, but it held true for Napoleon and Sebastian at least--each suitor has a birthday event this year instead of a separate story. Comte's won't be released until tomorrow, but they have posted a preview.

From what I gather, he talks a little bit about himself and reveals parts of his past that haven't come to light in the game yet. There wasn't really enough to convey a coherent narrative beyond attending a party, but the line displayed here does get across the larger theme:

Comte: (I don't need momentary pleasure or ephemeral affection any longer. Now that I know love, there's nothing but you.)

He talks about how the aristocracy have thrown parties and extravagant celebrations for his birthday for most of his life. But none of it has ever really made him happy, largely because he knows that they are attempts to strengthen and broadcast power relations within high society. While I don't think he means it's entirely devoid of well wishes, I do think he sees it as a nexus of influence--and thus, by nature, impersonal. And honestly, I don't think he's wrong about that; the higher the echelon in social standing, the more it requires performance to maintain the position.

That being said, there is a fascinating flashback where he remembers a pureblood telling him about how falling in love with a human is an experience of another caliber entirely. My understanding is that Comte was still a fairly young vampire at the time, so he didn't really understand what the person was getting at. It seems like the other pureblood was trying to convey the difference in feeling, perhaps the fact that humans are more grounded in accordance with how they live--the reality and necessity of change.

After reading this--and the recent 5th bday story--I can absolutely see how change is something Comte has a complicated relationship with. He's known a certain way of life for so long, has constructed a sensibility of distant, rational maturity. After all the heartbreak of his youth, and two very acute traumatic events in his life, I can see why he'd be so afraid of broaching any kind of proximity with another person. Because on some level it's so much easier not to put your feelings on the line, to never have to fear devastating loss. And that's to say nothing of the worry of being unable to measure up on behalf of another person, of letting them down.

I'm so excited to see the rest of the contents, but something about the preview made me equal parts giddy and enamored (all I do is kick my feet with excitement LOL). I think what gets to me with Comte is that he truly does love companionship as a place to rest, a place where he can be honest about himself and his feelings without fear of ridicule (and the same goes for MC). In a world increasingly obsessed with surface level performances of power, status, and emotion, it's hard not to feel his exhaustion to the core.

Also, because these lines at the end more or less destroyed me in the best possible way:

MC: ...The you who had nowhere to belong no longer exists. In much the same way...Abel, I belong to you. Comte: ... Comte: I wish I could say to myself all those years ago, the me who kept indulging in such paltry things. Comte: Until you meet MC, you will never know love... The warmth of MC in my arms filled me with such joy I was near tears. (I don't need momentary pleasure or ephemeral affection any longer. Now that I know love, there's nothing but you.) The moment my lips found hers, the sweetness lit a fire deep in my body. Comte: These cute lips that melt against mine, the heat of your skin, the love that envelops me in your embrace--always leaves me so deeply in love with you.

[yanderepuck]

Me and @lulu-the-smol-floof redid our fanon heights for ikevamp. The first time we did it... We didn't even have the trio in it, and now we have Drake and Galileo. It desperately needed updated

To the left is canon, in inches, and to the right is fanon. Also we didn't look at canon heights until after

The far right is bonus heights!

Mozart has +2 height from heels. You will never catch him outside of those heels. Not because he doesn't like being short, but because of some proper status thing.

Vlad has +2 height from heels but only when he's going to be seeing Comte. He needs to be taller than him, but also feel under the impression that he's the same height as Leonardo... He's not

Leonardo has -3 height from slouching. He's always leaning against something or sitting so no one knows how tall he really is until he's ready to fight someone.

OKAY. A lot going on here. Isaac? Clearly the shortest. You can't tell me that he's only one inch shorter than Theo. AND THEO BEING 5'9??? NO. THEO AMD VINCENT ONLY HAVE 1 CM DIFFERENCE??? NOO

There's so much wrong here. First off, Arthur is the only one that's the same because "that's ass kicking heights" - lulu

Napoleon wasn't allowed to be in double digits bc he needs to be able to be humbled.

Drake and Galileo are 1 cm apart, which we didn't realize until after and we kept them 1 inch apart bc you know Drake is making fun of him for it.

If Vincent wasn't dutch he was gonna be 5'8 but we need to lean into that dutch thing of them being the only country where the average height is 6ft.

We made Jean shorter bc he's supposed to be androgynous.. so we wanted to keep him a lil shorter to be mistaken as a woman more often.. even tho nothing about him is androgynous, that is a full on man.

For canon.. imagine Vlad being told he's the same height as not only the only human.. but the damn butler.

The canon heights here are so wrong... You're telling me Leonardo slouches that much...meaning he probably looks Isaac's height???? WRONG. THAT MAN IS A TREE.

Arthur and Theo being the same height??? EXCUSE ME???? LIES. Arthur is being rejected bc some women are like "hmm.. you're kinda short" bc tall ass Theo is right next to him.

[fang-and-feather]

Ikemen Vampire - Mozart x Reader

Almost at the end of the day for me, but a quick birthday fluff I managed to pull out for at least one of my boys. It's not much, but at least I finished it!

You tried to be as quiet as possible as you opened the door just a crack to peer inside. Luckily Wolf was very particular about sounds and wouldn't stand a creaking door.

Even in the dark, you could make out the form of your sleeping boyfriend on his bed, and you could imagine his face, for a rare moment, soft and vulnerable… He was always so pretty, but there was something special about the rare times you could just watch him sleep…

Wait. This was no time to daydream. This visit had a purpose, and the more you delayed it, the more chances of Wolf waking up. Or of someone finding you, considering you were still at the door.

You slipped inside and tiptoed towards the bed, your task still delayed a moment longer as you couldn't keep yourself from taking a moment to just look at him, and wish you hadn't been so late with this and could have just joined him.

Although there was something both romantic and thrilling about doing things this way.

You carefully set the small gift box on the nightstand, the first surprise for when he woke up, then turned your attention to the clock.

Just a little past midnight. Right as you expected.

Turning to the bed again, you considered if you wanted to risk waking him up, but deciding against it, you just smiled down at him.

“Happy birthday, Wolf.”

Even if you would be the only one to know, you wanted to be the first one. A card was attached to the gift, but it wasn't the same thing.

You reached out, in a mock gesture of touching him, despite the urge to do so for real. But when you were ready to retreat, there was a lightning-fast movement, and you found yourself pulled on top of him on the bed.

“Don't get even a kiss, meine Liebe?"

From this close, you could see him smirk, but his gaze soon turned soft.

“How long have you been awake?”

Since you opened the door. Did you really think you could sneak up on me?”

The haughty tone didn't match the way he brushed a strand of hair from your face or the gentle smile that followed these words. You shook your head at the contradictory attitude, but smiled back.

“Happy birthday, my love.” You repeated, finally leaning in and giving him a soft kiss.

But as soon as you started to pull away, his hand slid to the back of your head, and he pulled you for a longer and deeper kiss.

“Thank you. Why are you sneaking up on me for this, though?”

“I’m finally finished cleaning and thought I should be the first one. Sorry if I woke you up.”

“I am glad I woke up to actually hear it from you. Thank you for the gift.” He kissed you again.

“You didn't even open it up yet!”

“I was talking about you, my most precious gift. Besides, I trust your judgement. Now stay with me.”

It sounded almost like an order, but his gaze was pleading. His gestures matched his tone this time, though. His hand shifted to your waist, pulling you along as he shifted positions, pulling you to lay by his side.

“Well, looks like I have no choice.” You chuckled, snuggling up to him. "Not that I had another answer in mind.”

“Good. I wanted you to also be the first one I see in the morning.”

“Then I will be. Sweet dreams, Wolf.” You kissed his forehead.

“With you, always, mein Schatz.” He whispered, eyes already closed, then pulled you closer.

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The Obsidian ballroom is so rarely used for it's intended purpose. Instead, it had been home to brutal displays of corrupt nobility, and only in its recent years had that filth been scrubbed clean, ordered by the last prince of the Obsidian family. A man who spent countless days in his childhood wishing to be able to dance in such a room with his beloved. Spending long evenings learning each dance, practicing to become perfect for his future bride. Who finally, finally, was able to live out that dream.

With a heavy creak, embellished doors slowly open, drawing giggles and shushing into the wide room. Little hands push as hard as they might against the oak doors, before bigger, gloved hands push the rest of it open. Within moments, a small gasp rings out, followed by hurried steps out to the middle of the floor. It's followed by Gilbert's, along with the thump of his cane.

The young Obsidian princess looks around the room with bright eyes, twirling to take in all the windows and decor have to offer. At last, she stops to look at her father, excitement gleaming.

"You'll really teach me?"

"I don't lie, little bunny." He teases, unlatching his cloak to set aside for now, "your uncle Roderic says you've been doing well on your studies, and I always follow through on my promises."

Giddy, she bounces in place for a few seconds, getting her burst of excitement tamed, "how will you teach me?"

Gilbert smiles, standing in front of his daughter with his hand outstretched, bowing slightly with an arm behind him. She giggles, mimicking him in a curtsy before taking his hand with her smaller one. In seconds, Gilbert draws her closer, chuckling as he encourages her to place her feet on top of his.

"Hold on, and pay attention to how your feet move. Remember the pacing."

With a carefulness no one would have expected from the man with countless bodies lay to rest in his past, he steps around the ballroom with his daughter in tow, counting the steps in a quiet one, two, three before dissolving into humming a tune with the same pattern.

His daughter clutches tightly, smile never leaving her face. It's only when he picks her up to twirl her that she erupts into laughter again. At last, they take a moment to rest, attention caught by the view the room brings.

Gilbert pats her on the head lightly, musing privately about the history of this room, now washed away by the memories of his loved ones.

"Where's mama?"

"She's busy making a surprise gift for me, but don't tell her that I know," he presses a finger to his lips, smiling when she nods in agreement, "why do you ask?"

"Can I watch you and mama dance? I promise I won't interupt! I bet I can even play my violin for you to dance to!"

"Hehe, of course. But we'll have lots of kisses while doing so."

"Ewww, gross!" She pulls a face, and the two of them dissolve into laughter.

i just thought it was a cute idea.

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