#ikemen vampire napoleon

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[whatever-fanfics]

POV: you need help with your 21st century homework in a mansion full of vampires

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Imagine MC needing sitting on the table, head in their hands, about to cry because NOTHING MAKES SENSE. And in come multiple people who look over MC's shoulder to what's making them so upset, they recognize some of it but not all of it. After pondering with each other they try asking some of the others. 10 minutes later 12 vampires surround the human trying to make sense of numerous subjects. Shakespeare was visiting.

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Arthur & Theo *coming in from a night of drinking*: MC? Hondje? what's wrong

MC *on the verge of tears*: Nothing makes sense🥺😭

Arthur and Theo *walk over and see numerous papers from different subjects*: What is this?

MC: homework from the 21st century 🥺

Arthur *sits down and recognizes some of the works*: Interesting...

Theo *looks over and sees art history papers and papers about painting techniques*: ?!?

Isaac *enters and sees them*: ???

Isaac *walks over and sees calculus and math*: ?!?

Isaac *sits down and recognizes some equations*: I recognize some but not all of them, hold on

Isaac *leaves and comes back with Leonardo*: I brought help

Leonardo *looks over and recognizes problems*: You study this cara?

MC: not by choice 🥲

Napoleon *sleepily wanders over*: ???

Napoleon *sees typed words in French*: Nunuche how did you get your writing so neat?

MC: that's typed, it's my homework

Napoleon *confused, recognizes some but not all*: it's French homework?

MC: Yea... 🥲

Napoleon: hold on

Napoleon *leaves and comes back with le comte*: here

Le Comte *happy to be included*: 😁 homework?

MC: unfortunately 😓

Le comte *sits down*: I see the language has evolved again, this makes things a bit tricky, no matter *starts a whole lecture*

MC *look at the camera like their in The Office*: ...

*Mozart and Jean enter*

Mozart: why are you all so noisy

Mozart *comes over and notices music sheets*: what is this?

MC: homework

Mozart and Jean: Home..work???

Sebastian *appearing out of the void*: school work that you take home and return the next day completed

Literally everyone: where did you come from?

Jean *comes over and sees typed paper*: what is..this?

MC: typed up homework

Jean:...Witchcraft *takes out his sword*

MC: PLEASE NO, I DON'T HAVE ANYMORE COPIES 😭😭😭

*Dazai enters*

Dazai *sees everyone by MC and walks over*:

Dazai *sees his book*: what's this? Everyone: Homework

*Shakespeare enters*

Shakespeare: Good morrow, all 😊

Shakespeare *walks over and sees multiple works of his*: ???

Shakespeare: Good MC, I had no notion of your interest in me ☺️

MC and Theo: It's homework

Theo *puts down art history papers*: be right back

*Theo leaves and comes back with Vincent*

Vincent: MC I didn't know you were so interested in art ☺️😊

MC *didn't want to tell him it was for homework*: yeah...

*Sebastian taking notes furiously in his journal*

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[chevlvrs]

Gave napoleon ptsd 😭

[chirp-a-chirp]

Napoleon: Everyone keeps flirting with you.

MC: You’re exaggerating!

Napoleon: In front of me.

MC: T-that can’t be!

Vlad: Here are flowers. Free of course.

Le Comte: Let me dress you, Ma Cherie.

Arthur: Wanna makeout luv?

Napoleon: NO.

[thedivinetarot-2]

Every route in Ikemen vampire be like:

Every time...

[weird-profiterole]

Not sure Ney will follow them though...

(From left to right : Napoleon Bonaparte, Michel Ney, Jean Lannes, Joachim Murat)

Don't repost, only reblog

[klutzyroses]

Hold Me Tight Series💖- Napoleon

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Napoleon x Reader

Word Count: 1152

Summary: She seemed so lonely, all the time. He wondered why. More importantly, what can he do for his nunuche?

Tags: Female reader, fluff, hugs, emotional reader

Story #1 of the Hold Me Tight series. Enjoy, Napo girlies!

She looked so lonely. That was the main thought on his mind when he saw her. Napoleon’s jade eyes watched, narrowed at her figure leaning against the wall, her head turned away and gazing out the window. Sebas had told him she had seemed really down the majority of the day and he had initially thought that meant he would come across a cute, pouty woman. Nothing serious. Not this. Not this…desolate, absent maiden. 

She was right there, within arm’s reach of him, yet she was worlds away, in some distant land that her mind had taken her to. Wherever that was, it seemed to him to be an isolated place with nobody else but herself for miles, if her expression was anything to go by. Somewhere so far away she hadn’t even noticed he had entered the room. He felt the urge rush through him to take her from there, from that place in her mind that was causing such a look of melancholy on her face. His eyes followed the movement of her hands, absent in the repetitive motion as her fingers locked and unlocked themselves for a few moments, as though she didn’t know what to do with her hands. He wasn’t sure why he focused so much on it at that moment. Something, an instinct he supposed, told him to pay attention to that particular detail. Maybe it was because, apart from the anxious movement of her hands, she was very much still. Suddenly, she settled for clenching those lovely hands, grasping at her dress with an iron grip and kept them that way, her lip sinking between her teeth as she bit down. Her shoulders suddenly sagged, in fact, her whole body seemed to give under the weight of her burdens, causing her to put her full weight against the wall, her shoulder meeting it with a light thump. He was about to call for her attention but the words caught in his throat when he noticed her start to slide down the wall. It was as if she herself had become too heavy to hold up, her face was a picture of exhaustion as her eyes closed, resigned to the idea of being a pile of nothing on the floor. His body moved on its own and she never fully sunk to the ground before he acted as a cushion. 

“Nunuche…” Her eyes sprung open and moved to him, seeing him for the first time when she heard the nickname and felt the grip he had on her arms. Her lips parted in surprise as she took him in, the frown on his face, annoyance or concern she wasn’t sure. Knowing the former emperor, it was likely the latter. Her lips trembled, intent on reassuring him that she was fine, but nothing came out so she just clamped them shut and looked away, opting for silence. He observed her for a moment before tugging her closer to him until she was enveloped in his arms. They remained on the floor as he held her there for a moment of silence, no words exchanged between them.

“I…I’m okay.” She eventually spoke softly, uncertain. She seemed like she was questioning herself rather than reassuring him of her wellbeing. He didn’t believe it for a moment, not when she sounded so vulnerable, her voice evoking the feeling of sorrowful solitude, the emptiness that came with being lonely. It didn’t sit right with him that she was left to feel that way. He knew, quite well in fact, that loneliness wasn’t always a state of being, it was a state of mind. He understood that feeling, that even when surrounded by people, a person could still find themselves alone in all but the physical sense.

He never wanted her to feel that though, no. Not her. Never her. He wanted to banish the thought- the thought that she was ever alone- from her mind. 

“Ah…” The woman let a small gasp escape her when she was pulled further into the embrace of the French hero, the warmth enveloped her like the summer’s sun. No, rather, it was like she was tucked into bed, curled beneath a warm blanket that effortlessly shielded her from the bitter cold. She looked back at him, her eyes, formerly hollow and distant, now were slightly wide with curiosity.

“Na…poleon?” Her tone was still soft, but now tinged with an actual question, a question he already understood. He waited a moment, brushing the hair out of her face as he pondered his response for a few seconds before meeting her gaze head on, almost startling her with the intensity of his own.

“You think I’d just stand by when you look so lost like that, nunuche?” His murmur, level and steady, the antithesis of her own shaky uncertainty, struck through her, she could only describe the feeling as…stable. Like she had been wavering and he held her still, not allowing her to float off into the void. She didn't have a reply to that, so he continued.

“Whatever's wrong, we can handle it later, but right now, my priority is you. Let me be your strength.” His loving, yet bold words strike a chord in her as though shaking her awake through the fog she was in.

We can handle it.

Let me be your strength.

How could she refuse that? When he spoke so comfortingly, so confident that he could, that he would be her strength, that he would support her at her lowest. How could she doubt him when he looked into her eyes with that much certainty. She soon began to feel that irritating, infuriating lump in her throat, blocking her voice from coming out. Napoleon’s face became blurry and unfocused in her vision. She swallowed hard, as though to clear the lump, the off-putting sign of the tears to come. A futile attempt really, the action only served to cause her more pain, so instead she turned around within his arms- his hold was not so tight as to prevent that- and buried her face in his shoulder, letting herself fall into him. 

He seemed ready for it, in fact, he welcomed it, tightening his embrace as he wrapped his cape around her, as though hiding her from the world. He’d done it before once and he found that it seemed to comfort her when he did. She had said it made her feel safe, loved as she always should be, in his opinion. If he could, he would shield her from all the world with its trouble and hurt. But he knows he can’t, not always. For now though, he would keep watch over her and her heart, the heart she had so willingly given to him long ago. He would protect it, cherish it, for as long as it remained in his hands. After all…

It’s a soldier’s duty to protect his home, isn’t it?

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[ask-ikevamp-napoleon]

*Le Comte sends Napoleon bouquets of violets. Just to express his affection and devotion.*

*Napoleon takes the violets, he looks at them with love knowing who sent them.*

*he was yo Comte's office*

You're very romantic aren't you?

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Catboy Napoleon for neko day 😽 02/22

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I can't stop making fun of him

[whatever-fanfics]

MC's dark humor doesn't always land

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Mozart: You are a noisy burden

MC: Thanks, I'll just go kill myself then 🥴

MC: *peace sign's and turns to leave*

Mozart: 😧🤯😨

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Nobunaga: Tonight you shall warm my bed

MC: Ew...

Nobunaga: 🫨

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MC: *looking at Leonardo's room for the first time*

MC: It's like that hoarder room in halloween town 2, where all the trash just accumulates and no one can find anything

Leonardo:...wut?

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*MC at a ball with Le Comte*

Random socialite: And how old are you, old enough to marry I presume 😉 😘

MC: Why would I do that to myself???

Random socialite: 😲

Random socialite: *looks at Le Comte* 👀

Le Comte: *sweating nervously*😅 😓

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MC: *to Arthur* please be cool

Arthur: who's cooler than me 😏

MC: Literally everyone

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Shingen: So how did you and Nobunaga meet?

MC: *without missing a beat* he kidnapped me 😐

Nobunaga: 🙄😒

Shingen: 😧🫢😠😡🤬

Hideyoshi: MC.....😰

MC: I have Stockholm syndrome

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Jean: I no longer wish to live

MC: *not even blinking* Cool same

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Motonari: I'll make sure the war never ends

MC: due to personal reasons you will now be named a menace to society

Motonari: heh..😏

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Silvio: Fuck you!

MC: come here and fuck me yourself you coward!

Silvio: 😳😳😳

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[bontu-the-l0ver]

I have a really bad sketch of Napoleon pregnant

Who wants to see it?

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I can almost hear your laughter here @ask-ikevamp-napoleon

[letters-from-ikemen]

An Invitation Letter to My Hard-working Nunuche

Your presence always gives me that boost of energy to get by every day. So now that you are tired, it’s my turn to lift your spirits.

I’ve noticed you’ve been working a lot lately, and I think it’s inspiring to see all your dedication at work. However, my nunuche, I am concerned about your well-being. I don’t want to brag, but I think I know you well enough to the point I can suggest something that will make you relax. I want to see that smile that shines brighter than the sun. Am I being too selfish? Maybe, but you taught me that it was okay to be selfish sometimes.

So, today, I, Napoleon Bonaparte, will be your exclusive chef. Would you like that? Whatever you want to eat, you let me know. I’ll make sure to meet your expectations with each dish you desire. Appetizers, main course, side dishes, desserts, you name it. I’m confident enough that I can prepare dishes that will make you feel invigorated. And if you can feel even more in love with me after that gastronomic experience, then I’ll be the luckiest man alive.

There is nothing in this world that I like more than pleasing you. I hope you will give me the honor to spoil you today.

a letter for anon! thank you for the request!

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