#napoleon will keep him safe

[too-young-to-fall-in-love]

#me? still obsessed with that one where illya is hugging napoleon from behind? yes.#i just imagine illya doing that whenever he's getting too stressed out#just cling and hide cling and hide (via @heytheredeann)

[red-phantom-0]

"𝙸'𝙼 𝙰 𝙵^𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙱𝙾𝚈"

-`,✎ an au batfam take were instead of where our reader is always neglected they're just everyones favorite instead .

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Reader is your resident friendly vigilante at night that swoops in and saves you from potentially jay walking into a moving car and your average high schooler in the day.

Reader's vigilante has many dubbed names, but their popular one is " scythe " since the vigilante is always seen grasping a large black scythe in their hands - drapped out in a black body suit with a matching black helmet .

Reader is known to save any wandering child in Gotham inferno of hell . Their vigilante persona is known to hunt down any danger that opposes these innocent children.

This particular gains the interest of Batfam - particularly - Red Hood as he - undeniably understands the hardships of any child left on the streets to defend themselves . He has personally seen the reader's vigilante self hopping off from building to building - too engrossed with either hunting another potential threat or simply saving a kid - though that doesn't mean Jason isn't a fan .

He fully supports you - hell, he's a bit of a fan boy, especially when he heard you saved a group of kids from Riddler from Crime Ally. He has a little keychain of your vigilante persona on his motorcycle keys.

Now personally , Tim and Dmaian are fans of your civilian self - you and Tim share a history class together, and it's always so refreshing seeing someone so invested in his own nerdy niche - he swears when he's debating on Napoleon's war strategies with you in front of the whole class he's flirting -.

Like it's not every day he gets to argue with a cute girl about if Napoleon's attempt to take over Europe was a success or a massive flop.

Personally, Damian likes the fact that you are as big of an animal lover as him - especially after one particular afternoon he was waiting on Tim , who of course was taking his sweet time to come - when he spotted you in the School's garden pouring water from your own water flask into a little container for a stray to drink out off. His mouth twitched up at the sight .

Like that's so cute of you awww -.

Bruce and Dick only knows of you through Tim's dinner rants of ' a cute girl in his history class told him his debate of Canada having a better navy than the US is ridiculous 'and so on and also tad bits of Damian telling them about how he saw a cute girl in his school pet a squirrel .

So safe to say they think you're so adorable and cute, like, awwwwwww . Bruce is fighting every instinct to not adopt yourigt then and there, though it's hard when Dick and Damian keep insisting that it's a good idea

[too-young-to-fall-in-love]

#PLEASE THIS IS SO PERFECT#for one i love this band but like AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#the 'i wish it was over' with illya getting orders to kill napoleon and i can just image him being So Damn Tired#and 'a shot in the dark' with napoleon throwing the watch PLEASE#'it's all in my hands' with napoleon rescuing illya from the water SURE I'M FINE IT'S FINE#and WHAT THE FUCK at 'i wonder why i still fight i have lost all my fight' IT /IS/ SO NAPOLEON I WILL SCREAM HOW DAREEEEEE#he keeps fighting because he just can't NOT survive he doesn't have it in him#but he's grown so tired and cynical after everything#and now HERE HE IS WITH PEOPLE THAT MAKE HIM HAPPY AND MAKE HIM FEEL FEELINGS#i am so normal about this video why do you ask (via @heytheredeann)

Shot In The Dark

[elodieunderglass]

On Sharpe being a comedy: I have started the Aubreyad after you blogged about it, and it’s also a comedy.

Favourite exchange so far is when Stephen excitedly spots a bearded vulture, and Jack finds his own joke (“I dare say he forgot to shave this morning”) SO FUNNY that doubles up in knee-slapping laughter for about 10 minutes, after which James Dillon says to Stephen the 18th century equivalent of “Ohh, he’s a himbo! No wonder you like him”:

“‘There are times’, said James quietly, ‘when I understand your partiality for your friend. He derives a greater pleasure from a smaller stream of wit than any man I have ever known.'”

Well first off, congratudolences contracting the Aubreyad, a disease that lasts a long time but gives a long-term pleasure!! It is ABSOLUTELY a comedy. Thank you so much for telling me. I hope everyone who starts reading it tells me.

I would argue that the Aubreyad in its original text is slightly more of a comedy than Sharpe in its original text. It is easier to see the comedy in Sharpe, because Sharpe had its famous adaptation, which (among other good choices) let sean bean off the leash, allowing for maximum exploration of potential, as they were all getting, like, worldbuildingly realistic dysentery in the crimea while filming or whatever, allowing him to just shout swears at people and roll around in the dirt (enrichment for him) (allowing the comedy to happen).

But the Aubreyad has comedic mechanisms operating on so many levels that we can only be grateful that PoB wasn’t on socials in his lifetime. Playing 5d chess with his puns and buttsex jokes. Could you STOP, PoB!!!! We’d be crying, and he would not.

Anyway in conclusion. The Napoleonic fandoms are a slippery fcking slope and if you go too far into them you do unhinged things, like “inventing Star Trek” or “inventing ao3”. The only way to stay safe is to keep repeating to yourself:

This is a comedy. It’s a comedy.

[hopelesslyprosaic]

I feel like The Six Napoleons is one of the best Granada episodes, and part of why is, of course, That Scene.

By which of course I mean this one:

All genius, but of course, even more specifically, the bit starting at about 5:52. You know the scene I mean, and if you don't by all means watch it!

Honestly, it's an in-a-nutshell demonstration of the greatness of both canon and the Granada adaptation.

Here's the scene from the book:

“Well,” said Lestrade, “I’ve seen you handle a good many cases, Mr. Holmes, but I don’t know that I ever knew a more workmanlike one than that. We’re not jealous of you at Scotland Yard. No, sir, we are very proud of you, and if you come down to-morrow there’s not a man, from the oldest inspector to the youngest constable, who wouldn’t be glad to shake you by the hand.” “Thank you!” said Holmes. “Thank you!” and as he turned away it seemed to me that he was more nearly moved by the softer human emotions than I had ever seen him. A moment later he was the cold and practical thinker once more. “Put the pearl in the safe, Watson,” said he, “and get out the papers of the Conk-Singleton forgery case. Goodbye, Lestrade. If any little problem comes your way I shall be happy, if I can, to give you a hint or two as to its solution.”

And here's the dialogue from the show:

Lestrade: I’ve seen you handle a good many cases in my time, but I don’t know that I ever knew a more workmanlike one than this. We’re not jealous of you, you know, at Scotland Yard. No, sir, we are proud of you, and if you come down to-morrow there’s not a man, from the oldest inspector to the youngest constable, who wouldn’t be glad to shake you by the hand. Holmes: Thank you! Thank you! Would you get down the Conk-Singleton forgery case please, Watson? Goodbye, Lestrade. If any little problem comes your way I shall be happy, if I can, to give you a hint or two as to its solution.

Not many differences! ACD knew what he was doing- he knew how to write a good yarn, he knew how to write good characters, and he knew how to write a good interaction. Granada wasn't filmed in canon order, so we don't get to see the progression of Holmes's relationship with Lestrade per se, but after a number of excellent, more "foiled again!" type Holmes-Lestrade interactions since A Study in Scarlet, ACD decided to do something cool and different here and pulled it off beautifully.

And when the director and writer of this Granada episode put this one together, they decided that the relationship between Holmes and Lestrade should be a focal point in this episode, and not only did they barely need to change a dang thing in the ending to do it, what small things they did change were all beautifully in the service of the tone of the original ending, taking advantage of the brilliant material they had to work with. I was just relistening to the excellent episode of the Jeremy Brett Sherlock Holmes Podcast discussing The Six Napoleons, and one of them points out that one of the few text changes is removing the word "very"- going from "we are very proud of you" to "we are proud of you." And it works so well- it accentuates the contrast with the previous suggested notion that they would otherwise be jealous, between what Holmes might have expected to hear (and, indeed, perhaps expected to WANT to hear) and the actuality, and how much more meaningful it turns out that is to Holmes.

The creators here- and I of course include the actors, as both Colin Jeavons and Jeremy Brett act the fuck out of this- are so smart with how they pull this off. They know that what they have on the page is gold, but they also know how they can buff it up for a stronger shine. They know that Brett will absolutely eat up all of ACD's stage directions about his response, he knows the character inside and out at this stage, so let's keep the scene the way it is and, instead, build the rest of the episode around setting up this scene in such a way that it will have maximum impact as written.

There is one thing that is added- and that's the handshake at the end, that Holmes offers to Lestrade. We don't know what happens after Holmes's final words in the story, but in the episode, the physical acting continues telling the story only implied in the text of the short story- Lestrade is a bit thrown by Holmes's reversion back to his old, casually cutting self, but rolls with it, only for Holmes to extend his hand to him. Lestrade seems, even, slightly surprised- this is, perhaps, Holmes's rare gesture of pride in him.

[klutzyroses]

IkeVamp HCs: SO wearing Another Suitor's clothes

How do they react when their s/o borrows clothes from another suitor?

Suitors: Theo, Isaac, Shakespeare, Drake

Theo

Oh no no no no no no no no. Cut. Stop.

He knows Y/N is not wearing that playboy's jacket.

When the dealer comes across his hondje one evening tucked safely in Arthur's jacket, one could see the author's lifespan dwindling with every passing minute that she wore it.

"What...the hell is this?"

Said author even saw fit to tease him about it, resulting in being chased around the mansion by his best friend/ future killer, until Vincent had to rescue Arthur from certain death and Y/N returned his jacket to him for his safety.

The reason she was wearing it in the first place? Arthur had left it when he was going out and Y/N kept it for him until she saw him again and, because she was busy all day, she had no desire to carry it around that whole time. So she put it on until she found the owner, only for Arthur to insist she kept it on for the rest of the day, because, in his words, she looks simply adorable.

No, that didn't make him feel better. His hondje should not be wearing any another man's clothing, let alone Arthur's.

End of story, no discussion, not up for debate.

And he lets her know that when he scolds her later, unplacated by her defensive answer of it not being a big deal.

This of course, results in him pinching her soft cheek as she squealed in protest.

"The next time I catch you wearing another man's clothes, you'll get a lot more than this."

The implications of his words are not lost on the woman.

Y/N's scowl was overshadowed by the blush spreading across her face.

Isaac

When Isaac was faced with the sight of Y/N fully dressed in Napoleon's soldier uniform, he wasn't sure what to feel.

He wasn't even sure how to call attention to it, sputtering a little when he saw her at first.

"What...what on earth are you wearing?"

When he did manage to bring himself to ask her, Y/N had answered that Napoleon had offered to let her wear it after she asked out of curiosity.

He wasn't entirely certain how he felt about that. He supposed there was no harm meant by it but still...

He wouldn't bring it up after that, and would try to put it out of his mind, but as she wore it the whole day, he couldn't help sneaking slightly sullen looks in her direction. She looked engulfed in the clothing...almost like she was engulfed in Napoleon.

No, not a pleasant line of thought at all.

When the two of them are finally alone by the end of the day, he plucked his courage and turned towards her with a huffy, but very embarrassed face as he cut off her sentence.

"I...don't like it much when you wear another man's clothes. Please refrain from doing so in future."

He said it all in one breath, his cheeks red, his face set in a frown he hoped was serious, as his beloved gaped back at him, blinking rapidly in confusion.

It was after all, a very random switch of topics. She hadn't even been aware that it was even bothering him. But she had to respect how vocal he was being in that moment, especially because open communication wasn't his forte.

"I know I sound childish but...it's just the way I feel..."

He locked eyes with her upon saying this, making her heart skip a beat.

As if she really needed another reason to fall for Isaac...

Shakespeare

Oh...oh this could be a problem.

When his mismatched eyes land on Vincent's scarf coiled around his muse...?

He is none too pleased.

The only reason she was wearing it, come to find out, was because Vincent had asked her to wear it, because he wanted to paint the pattern and needed her as a mannequin of sorts.

Then he allowed her to keep it for the remainder of the day as thanks and since she was comfortable in it, here she was.

Will stared back at her with an unreadable expression as she explained, not speaking until she was finished.

Once she is, he gives a perfectly calm smile, saying that it suited her. The smile made her a little bit...chilly though...

And he brought no more attention to it...but at some point, Y/N noticed she is missing the scarf.

She completed lost her mind trying to find the item and when neither she and the oh so innocent Shakespeare couldn't find it, she went home to Vincent, dejected and preparing to tell him she lost it...

Only to find Vincent wearing it.

The scarf might not have been lost anymore, but she certainly.

Shakespeare for his part, only smiled and answered her puzzled look with-

"Perhaps the scarf found itself longing for it's owner and thus made haste back where it belongeth....which is not upon the shoulders of my love..."

He's a scary one, that man. Y/N shuddered slightly as she gave her beloved a nervous laugh.

Drake

His fawn prancing around in another man's clothes? No.

Why Y/N had Galileo's cloak draped over her bare shoulders while she waited for him at the university was completely beyond him.

When he had initially seen her, he had blinked multiple times, asking why she was wearing it, the answer being that she had been waiting for him to pick her up as they planned, but she had gotten a bit chilly because of her dress being off shoulder and Galileo had seen her and gave her his cloak while he went to teach a class.

An innocent enough answer...but he still didn't like it. The surprise faded away from Drake's face as his expression went flat, sending a chill down his lover's spine.

Suddenly he smiled cheerfully, after being silent for a beat.

"Say, little fawn, why don't you let me hold Galileo's cloak, and you can just cuddle with me instead?"

He said it with such a sweet, persuasive tone that Y/N didn't need to put much thought into shrugging off the cloak and trading it for the comfort of Drake's arms. She lay her head on his chest as she was wrapped in his warm embrace, his hand caressing the top of her head. He then pulled her head up to meet his suddenly serious aquamarine eyes.

"...It's just a cloak, but it's like he's laid claim to you. "

He smirked a little, almost rueful as he stroked her cheek.

"I won't hand over the privilege of protecting you to anyone. Even if its just from the cold."

The man is a pirate, through and through.

🌸

[xxsycamore]

methinks......... lactation

TWO OF YOU?! I'm kinkshaming you!! *proceeds to write this*

TW: PREGNANCY

Napoleon + lactation (we're assuming cisfem reader for this one)

Now that you're nice and bred, having Napoleon's eyes on you is the norm - he just can't let you out of his sight, you must be safe and protected at all times. That means he notices every little change in your body, the same body that he might as well know better than you do... you should have expected this. Yet it probably comes out of the blue, one night while you're changing for bed and slipping into that nightgown that is specially selected to accommodate your growing bump. Napoleon is there to assist you, pulling your hair free from the back of the neckline once you pulled it over your head, sliding his hands down the curves of your body until he lets them rest on your belly... and then begins to slide them up again, on your front. And then he asks, "Do you feel them any different? They've gotten a little heavier, it seems."

And really, did you feel the change? You're probably a little embarrassed by how Napoleon figuratively puts you under a looking glass, waiting for the signs of your advancing pregnancy... his hands are groping your breasts, delicately covered by the fine lace of the nightgown, but he's being very gentle. He expects them to be sensitive, and you're yet to give him an answer so he might remove his hands altogether, always careful not to make you uncomfortable.

And if you mutter something about your breasts having begun to leak milk, he won't be able to keep his composed expression. You're still in front of the mirror, after all. All you have to do is look at the reflection, and you'll be able to see this lust darkening the normally clear aquamarine pools of his eyes. Maybe you find it a little unexpected, depending on how you feel about this, but either way Napoleon will push this sudden emotion away, collect your chin and turn it around for a kiss. He can tell when you're nervous about sharing something with him, so he's quick to reassure. "Your body is beautiful." "This is normal and expected." "Tell me if I could help you in any way."

In fact, there is a way for him to help - maybe they really have begun to ache a little, in a way you're unfamiliar with, but you figure it won't hurt to try - or maybe your pregnancy just simply makes you horny about his hands on your boobs. Either way, you two get to that point, and Napoleon being Napoleon, he gives your breasts the usual dose of attention and some more - and while his beautiful strong hands knead your breasts with the intention to massage, something you both knew would happen happens, and a single milky-white droplet travels down the gap of his fingers.

It's strange because neither of you cares much about making a mess while being intimate, yet you have the same reaction about something needing to be done here. And maybe that's when Napoleon follows that droplet and catches it with his tongue. You might avert your gaze and call out his name scoldingly, but he's going to chuckle and wait for you to look back at him. There's a silent question hanging in the air above you that you're both very much aware of. And maybe you do give him consent...

Once you give in, you're going to wonder why you didn't think of this sooner - but you can't help it, the sight of Napoleon putting your nipple in his mouth is obscene. It's a funny thing, considering how you've seen the exact same sight hundreds of nights, including the one that put you in that state, yet you can't help it. Napoleon drags the tip of his tongue around your darkened areola before he takes the engorged nipple in his mouth, and he suckles on it. And the feeling is a little weird and new, and also so good, as your breast gradually begins expressing milk. He's always been so kind to you. So ready to help. To give you pleasure. It really is no different.

You will be a little surprised when he shifts a little to a more comfortable position and you find out that he's doing this because his pants have become uncomfortably tight on his groin. If you put your hands on his cheek to make him let go and ask him how is this making him hard, he'll look you with those lust-crazed eyes, breathing just a little heavier than usual when he's buried in your chest, and you won't be able to miss the way he licks his lips clean before speaking to you, expression becoming a tad more serious just for a moment. "I can't help it. The sight of you being so motherly, becoming like that because of what I did to you... it makes me desire you like crazy. Forgive me for being so dirty, Nunuche."

Will you forgive him? Will you stroke his cock while he nurses from you? If you do, you might have discovered a new special kink you and Napoleon are going to participate in for a while... After the birth of your child, your breasts are bound to be in need of relief when you produce excessive milk. You'll be grateful that you left yourself in Napoleon's care, as he eagerly turns your aches to a content pleasure surging all over. He might finger you while he sucks mouthfuls of milk out of your breasts, delighted at how fast he's able to make you cum on his hand. Just don't indulge him too much, or as soon as you stop lactating he's going to think about knocking you up again.

7/10 "I'm just showing my thankfulness for your body that is working to nurture our child. Isn't that what a loving husband is supposed to do? Come now, sit on my lap and let me do this for you. I promise I'll try to hold off from bending you over at least until I'm done relieving you."

-> (ALWAYS OPEN) send me a kink & I’ll give you a headcanon and rating for Napoleon!

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[craftynacholight]

Hi guys!! This is my first Story! I hope you like it and pls ignore any mistakes and enjoy!

Warnings: Smut, little bit fluff, no proctection(wrap it up stay safe pls♡), piv, dom Felix, Sub innocent cocubine fem Reader,

*Felix is a powerfull Emporer of the korean empire in 1500s. He has 10 cocubines because its the kingdoms rules. He never really takes advantage of it. As he rather treats them with distance but with care so they can live Well with food clothes everything necessary.*

*Until one day He found a poor young girl in the village with no home or family almost freezing to death. So he took her in as his cocubine. She lived in his big palace. Along with the other cocubines. She got food fresh clothes bed room everything. As you sleeped all in a huge bedroom with silky floor beds and cozy chill room. Every night Felix would come into your shared room. To watch over you and the othe cocubines. He mostly enjoyed just leaning against the doorframe ans listen to your girly talk your relaxing and calm female company. And then tell you when its bed time*

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*But today Felix choose you as his cocubine company while listening to politically Letters and making decishions for the country. He sat majestetical on the luxurious carpet leaning his back against the prince backrest with a narrow desk infront of him*

As meanwhile i was dressed up beatifully and neatly. My sweet older cocubines sisters made my make uo and everything. As i Was nervous since i never done that before but normaly cocubines only should sit with the Emporer and be his company. I came inside leaded by his guards with my head low timidly looking around. I bow to Felix and didn't know where to sit as a cucubine.

*He looked up from his paper smiling at you. As he watched you look around a bit unsure as you were very new to the cocubines life still.He puts down his paper on a table next to him. He then leans forward and reaches out his Hand.* "Come closer" *He says with his deep raspy yet warm voice. As you stand right infront of him now his eyes wanders up and down your female shape before he pats his thighs indicating you should sit in his lap*

I was slightly confused and surprised. I slowly elegantly sit down his lap on his left thigh and rest my hand on his firm chest and shoulder while curiously quietly listening to him and watch what he is doing. It suprising since usualy he never wants a cocubine close but didn't mind it since it was his decishion.

*As You sit there now leaning against his chest on His thigh. He moves one hand on to your hip to steady you and make sure you feel secure in his lap. Felix picks up the paper again to read the political letters that he has to make decishions on. As he speaks in his raspy deep voice now as his lips are right next to your sensitive small ear.* "I need you to tell me your opinion on this decishion.." *He whispers into your ear as he hands you one paper about foreign land he doesnt know If he should build a relationship with or not.*

I curiously read thru the Letter thoughtfully and hesitate if im allowed to voice my own opinion. As i spoke softly and look at his face.''I know thats the france family of Napoleon.....i would avoid helping him at war. You while lose soldiers and make enemys and get nothing back.''

*He listen to you very intently. Eyes focused on your beatiful features before they wander down your body. Felix thinks for a second.*"Is that so why? What makes you think this way?" *He asks softly as his hand on your waist rubs your warm skin gently*"I want your honest opinion my love." *He says softly as he turns your head to face him. His handsome face looks down at you and His eyes show that he respects you a lot.*

I swallow nervously and think for moment if i should keep saying my opinion and knowledge ''Because King Napoleon often betrays to his partners who helps him in wars. So his Partner mostly ends up with a lot of Loss of money soldiers and farmers''

*He strokes your cheek softly as he listen to you talk. He then smiles as he has made his decishion. Leaning in to plant a soft kiss on your forehead.*"Thank you love" *He says as he takes the Letter and puts it aside indicating he Will avoid contact with them. Felix then wraps both his arms around your small waist and he pull you to himself so your back is firmly against his broad chest*

*He then moves his one hand to your leg and starts stroking your thigh. His other Hand moves up to gently wrap around your neck and rest against your shoulder. And he leans in to whisper into your ear*"I trust you love You are smart and strong. And i want you to be my voice." *He says softly as he kisses your neck softly. He then gently turn you around in his lap so you are straddling him. And he strokes your cheek softly*"This Will be fun.." *He then grabs another paper. He then picks up the next Letter and start reading it*

I feel shivers run down my spine and try not to squirm when his lips meet my delicate skin. I was abit surprised by the intimate position but i let him do as he pleases since i was his cocubine after all. And hold onto the rules the other cocubines taught me. As curiously look at the Letter while resting my delicate hands gently on his firm shoulders.

*He wraps one strong arm around your waist. Keeping you close to his body while the other reaches up to rest on the side of the table you are both leaning against. Felix watches you read and look at the Letter. He loves the feeling of holding you. And the sight of your small body being held by his firm body. After a few seconds He slowly leans in to take your small soft hand. And bring it under His clothing so you can feel on his abs and the strong muscles. He then leans in to whisper into your ear:*

***"Keep reading..''***

I swallow nervously and blush when he keeped on kissing my sensitive skin of my neck and roaming his hands over my body all gently. Nuzzling against me giving me goosebumps, making sure i Was melted puddle in his arms an get me wet and ready for him wich i didn't know. I feeled flustered when i feel his chilsede abs and his slender but muscular waist and torso. I keep on reading the Letter for him and try to focus and not squirm.

''Dear Emporor we need to.....''

As i continue to read out loud for him and stutter and gasp from time to time.

*He continues to hold you against his body as he keeps placing gentle kisses along your sensitive neck and collarbone. His lips trailing along and peppering soft kisses in random patterns. His hand on your waist then sneak up to gently start removing the top of your dress.*"Focus my love.." *He says softly against your neck* "Finish reading.." *He says softly as he finishes untying your dress and he lets the fabric fall to the floor*

My breath hitched in my throat and blush. As i slowly got nervous when my pink hanbok dress sleeves slide down exposing my delicate pale shoulders and cleavelage.''My apologie my lord....''I spoke softly trying hard to focus and keep my voice steady while reading.''We kindly ask you to send soldiers in west korea to keep the Farmers safe from the Western soldiers''

*He gently pulls the fabric down even further revealing more of your soft pale skin. His hands gently caressing your waist softly and his breath fans out over your exposed cleavage. He continues to let you read out loud while His hands moves to your back to untie your hanbok. He moves his hands to gently cup your delicate small soft breasts causing shivers run down your spine. He gently sucked on your hardened nippel for a moment before he leans in to whisper into your ear.*"Keep reading My love " *He says softly while his hands move to your shoulders to gently pull apart the hanbok so it falls to the floor and leave you naked in his lap*

My breath hitched softly and widen my eyes for moment as i was completely nude in his lap. My slender beautiful pale body bare to his eyes. As i Was still straddling him i swallow nervously and continue to try focus on reading. My voice stutters a bit when shivers run down my body from his touch. ''So we need the Senator the best...*gasp* General Minho...hmmm. And some soldiers...'' I continue to look over my shoulder on the desk behind me trying to read the Letter. while gently gripping his strong shoulders. But he was making it so damn hard feeling his warm rough palm brush over my soft delicate breasts gently. While his ither hand sneaked down between my legs testing my Wetness. His skilled fingers gently rub my cliet making sure to feel pleasure as well. As usual man didn't care about womans pleasure in back in the days

*He smirks as you do your best to follow his orders and keep reading out loud. He let's you read for a few moments before deciding to have just a little fun with you. His hands moves down to firmly grip Your waist. He leans in to whisper in your ear in his soft deep voice laced with desire.* "Hold on love " *He says as he suddenly stands up from the chair. He then suddenly places you on the narrow table infront of Him while picking up the Letter and holding It out for you. And he leans down over you pushing his hips against yours between your legs. As he kneeled on the soft luxurious carpet. He places two fingers over your wet slit gently rubbing over your clit and teasing you. He looks down at you with attraktiv cold pokerface wich barely hide his Lust and amusement having you in his mercy.*

I let him lay me on the narrow table. As i gasp softly and moan in surprise. As he uses me for his pleasure. It was unexpected since he has never sleeped with a cocubine before. I swallow nervously as i watch him untie his black luxurious hanbok with golden dragon on it. As he taked out his veiny hard member and expose a hint of his well defined strong sixpack on his slender but muscular torso. He slowly teases my clit and entrance with his thick mushroom tip. Causing a wimper from my pretty lips. His breath ragged slightly as he slightly pushed his thick member into me and bottoms me out causing a quick whine in surprise from me. I feel my legs getting slowly weak from how good he was stretching me out he waited for a moment before he spoke firmly after letting me adjust to his size. ''Did i say stop?''

I tried to compose myself, swallowing nervously, gripping onto his shoulder with one hand gently queezing his muscles in pleasure my eyebrows crunch slightly. As i hold the Letter in my other hand trying hard not to moan and read the Letter.''This a Letter from...Ah!...Master Shin...the mhm...Chinese King the third....he ask for peace bond...ah~' I try to keep a steady voice while he slowly yet deeply fucks into me...with each snap of his hips into me.

*He smirks as you do your Best to read the Letter out loud for him. His smirks grows as he watches you struggle to be able to speak out the words. He leans down to kiss your neck softly. Whispering against your skin*"Keep reading love.." *His hands grips your hips firmly as he pulls your hips to meet his movements and sharp slow snaps of his hips. His moans are raspy and soft as he loves every sounds you make*

I panted heavily as it was harder to speak from pleasure. As i practically was fuzzy in my mind. As he keeps on toying with the soft spoongi spot deep inside of me with his tip. He knew to well how to able his hips''He want a peace between you....Ah!ah! Ah! and stop the war. Mhm~...he is willing to give 500 Farmers-... Oh lord!~'' i cry out as i feel myself getting closer to orgasm as i continue to speak out of breath ''and 200 soldiers...'' I lay my head back against the wood of the desk and moan closing my eyes and twisting my face in pleasure for moment trying to compose myself.

*He lean forward and rest His lips against your neck so he gets better access to the sweet spot. He then start kissing softly and sucking on your soft flesh.* "What Will you suggest Love " *He asks raspy as his hips continues to move. But pants in your ear and groans when your sweet poor walls clench around him. As he fucks into you faster.*"Focus.." *He says quietly as he watches your face*

I wimper and moan when his hips snap into mine abit slower for a moment so he can read the Letter. My delicate legs trembled around his hips as he starts thrusting into me in a fast pace with no mercy.''Its good choice- ah! Ah! Ah! to accept! Mhm! you get big win with Farmers ngh~ and you will have friend by your side....aha~..''

*He a small smirk moves his lips when he feeld your about to cum as He Listens to your words. He then moves his lips away from your neck and looks into your eyes while still fucking into you with now deep rough thrust abusing that sweet spot inside of you.*"You are such a good girl.." *He says softly* "Helping the king.." *He says with a small smirk. He then leans in to kiss your lips softly*"You are very loyal Love"~

[dreamingsnowflake2013]

Yi Joo might fight and deny it all she wants, but she is attracted to Do Guk, not only because he is insanely hot, but because he keeps throwing her off her axis and turning her world upside down. She gets to experience so many things for the first time with him - like being welcomed home when she arrives and with a smile to boot, as opposed to being ignored or abused. He probably doesn't even realize because it's something mundane to him, but it's rare and special to her.

The way he knows she would be starving herself until late night and decides to become her personal chef and food taster, to elevate her fears, without putting any pressure or expectations on her to accept. It's such a purely unselfish act, pouring out so much effort and heart into making her feels safe.

There is no doubt now, Seo Do Guk has declared war on Yi Joo's family, naming himself as her general/prince/knight in a shining armour. The first surprise attack - check, now it's time to shore their defences... HE GIVES UP HIS OWN HOUSE AND TURNS IT INTO HER SANCTUARY WHERE SHE CAN ESCAPE AND HIDE FROM HER FAMILY AND ALL HER ENEMIES,...

...and he turns into a giddy puppy when he gives her a tour of the house, I thought I died when he opened the kitchen cupboards he filled with enough packed food to feed a small army. (I mean, if Napoleon had Seo Do Guk, Russians would be speaking French now.)

More like showing her their newlywed den and waiting for her approval. Also, he is such a shamelessly and irresistibly adorable flirt, Yi Joo stands no chance against this charming devil.

However, then he takes her to her room and my soul has left my body, because it's the complete opposite of her room (and even her room from the future). Also, it's definitely NOT following the latest trend since it's everything but monochrome and minimalistic. It's basically a suite with its own bathroom, huge windows, a closet full of furniture and clothes he handpicked for her himself (he literally handpicked everything in the room with her in mind, eager to give her everything she was cheated of) - he has created a safe space for her, a place she can call her own without being spied or intruded on or abused; it's huge, full of colour, and things she loves: an easel, canvas and paints.

Remember how in episode 1, the rich housewives were shocked Yi Joo painted, since her mother had gone out of her way to keep it a secret, but Do Guk is somehow aware of it; another reason he knows more about her than he lets on.

He is no subtle whatsoever at trying to convince her she doesn't need to leave the place ever again, because he will make sure she doesn't lack anything and will give her the moon if she asks for it. Also, when Do Guk says "everything you need is here" and he is standing in the middle of the room so vulnerable, insecure and shy, you just know HE is everything she needs but hasn't realized it yet.

[cometomecosette]

I just love reading posts from @professorspork and @theseerasures about the changing characterization trends and acting choices in Wicked over the years. Glindas becoming weirder yet more sympathetic from the start, Elphaba/Glinda pairings becoming gayer, Nessaroses becoming nicer, Dr. Dillamonds touching their students less... There have been so many interesting patterns! I'd like to learn more and hopefully I will!

As I've been exploring Les Mis recordings from the '80s (audio and video, studio and bootleg), I've been trying my best to do the same and notice trends that are different from the more recent performances I've seen. I've already noticed a few.

For example:

*Less shouting and running around in general, from all the characters.

*Valjean less aggressive in the Prologue – truer to his novel characterization and more polite until the theft of the silver.

*Deeper, richer alto voices for Fantine, in contrast to the more girlish voices of Éponine and Cosette.

*More rugged, emotional, Edith Piaf-type voices for Éponine (whether higher like Frances Ruffelle's or lower like Shlomit Aharon's), rather than clear Broadway-style voices.

*More delicate, classically trained sopranos for Cosette.

*Physically leaner and meaner Mme. Thénardiers, who don't play their lines as much for laughs.

*More robust, manlier voices for Marius, Enjolras, and the students in general – less light and boyish.

*Enjolras usually dark-haired (although the 1987 Hungarian production and the 1988 Vienna production had blonds in the role) and, surprisingly, often a short man. Now, this wasn't universal; Michael Maguire and Anthony Warlow were both tall. But it still seems to have been oddly common for shorter actors to play the role. Were they aiming for a Napoleon vibe?

*Bamatabois less violent with Fantine, not touching her again after she scratches his face.

*Cosette screams when Thénardier shouts her name in "The Robbery."

*More calmness and dignity on the barricade – the students portrayed as stalwart young soldiers, not hotblooded schoolboys who burst into shouts every time something tense happens. Enjolras is sometimes the exception to this rule, though (e.g. David Burt).

*The students laugh and/or cheer after Éponine climbs over the barricade before "A Little Fall of Rain," thinking she made it safely.

*Little to no Enjolras/Grantaire interaction, let alone homoeroticism.

*Enjolras doesn't run to Marius's side when he's shot, but just briefly looks back at him, then gets back to the fight.

*Valjean doesn't physically "die" in the Epilogue – he just shares a last long hug with Cosette as Fantine sings "Come with me..." then stands up from his chair.

As I move into recordings from the '90s, I'll see how long it took for these trends to change, and keep a lookout for other trends too!

[nevesmose]

Nostraman Nature Sucks: An Attempted Lore Post

Ave dominus nox Night Lords fans. I thought I'd take some time to go through the various NL stories I have to hand and see what I could find out about the animals that lived on Nostramo. Might come in useful for something, who knows?

Sharks and Whales

As a child, on several coastal journeys with his father, he had witnessed the eyeless barrasal sharks that would group together to hunt the great whales of the open ocean. (Night Lords Trilogy)

His voice filters into something savage and predatory, as hungry as the eyeless white sharks of Nostramo’s blackest depths. (The Long Night)

Not a big surprise since they talk about them fairly often and have the Space Sharks as a successor chapter but Nostramo does have sharks. Pretty gnarly-sounding sharks if I'm honest.

I didn't know what "barrasal" meant, so I looked it up and only found one thread on r/40klore that had the same quote in it as above. Hmm.

Assuming it's not a typo or a more straightforward reference to something I'm just not getting, I'd venture a guess that barrasal, understood here to mean of or relating to "barras" like with "abyssal" could be connected to the French Revolutionary leader Paul Barras who is mostly remembered for supporting Napoleon's rise to power before being overthrown by him.

So maybe the older barrasal sharks will make use of younger ones as temporary hunting partners only to be inevitably betrayed and consumed by them. Sounds about right I think.

As for the whales, where do I even begin? I would imagine they're "whales" in name only like in Dishonored:

This does imply the possible existence of a whaling industry at some stage in Nostramo's history, though.

Crows

Jago reached into his pockets, offering a handful of breadcrumbs. Come, he said to the crows. Food for tonight. Flesh, flesh, flesh, they called back. He laughed as several of the black birds landed on his shoulders and outstretched arm. (Prince Of Crows)

‘Yes. I’ve seen them in books. Is a crow a type of bird?’ ‘Black of feather and dark of eye. It feeds on the bodies of the dead, and sings in a raw, croaking caw.’ (TLN)

Breaking news - legion that keeps referring to crows in shocking has crows on its homeworld scandal. "This is outrageous," said local Nostraman cutpurse and skin disease enthusiast Verxaglryn Quickstabber, "here we are trying to make a good name for Nostramo as a respectable hellhole, a place you'd be proud to exile your worst enemy to, and yet we're surrounded by some of the most intelligent and curious birds in existence. I was shanking someone in a back alley the other night and suddenly I saw a crow learning how to use rudimentary tools! Not on my watch, I said to the rapidly cooling body, and I threw my shiv at it. But it just flew away." At this point Mr Quickstabber was obliged to end the interview due to having been eviscerated by the Night Haunter.

I know their communication with Sevatar is happening in a dream but I really like the idea of the crows adapting to Nostramo by developing some kind of psychic hive mind that's also able to be understood by human psykers.

Crag Cougars

A beast of my home world. When next you see one of the Atramentar, look to their shoulder guards. The roaring lions on their pauldrons are what we called crag cougars on Nostramo. It was considered a mark of wealth for gang bosses to be able to leave the cities and hunt such creatures. (NLT)

Every single one of them is Scar from the Lion King, isn't it? An interesting hint about Nostramo's geography though, of which more later.

Rats

Groundcars whisked by, headlights brighter than deep-hive rats’ eyes, the occupants snug and safe behind armoured glass. (Konrad Curze: The Night Haunter)

No surprises here either. Where there's people there's rats after all.

Something with tusks?

The older Astartes grinned, wolf-like and keen, as the Atramentar either side of the Exalted’s throne growled through their tusked helms. (NLT)

This isn't that conclusive because a lot of Chaos Terminators have tusks no matter what legion they are, but Nostramo being Nostramo they probably belonged to a species of giant carnivorous mammoth that ate babies and sprayed acid from its trunk.

Cows? On My Sunless World?

‘They are still of standard human stock, and not to be mourned. What does it matter if the cattle fear the herdsman?’ hissed Krukesh the Pale. (KC:TNH)

This one's a real reach on my part as it's very likely just a turn of phrase, but I noticed it because wouldn't it be slightly more typical to use a sheep metaphor here? Plus it supports the existence of Nostraman cowboys/ranchers/vaqueros which is fun.

No bats?

His helmet bore a new, spread batwing crest in blatant imitation of Sevatar’s own. (A Safe and Shadowed Place)

A sole space was neat: a circle around an iron lectern fashioned in the form of a bat’s outflung wings, which carried a heavy book bound in human skin. (KC:TNH)

Although they appear a lot in the VIII legion's iconography and artwork, oddly enough I wasn't actually able to find a direct reference to Nostramo itself having bats. Let's cover my ass by saying this aspect might therefore have been brought in by the legion's Terran component instead.

Some Nostraman geography

The Hill Folk lived away from the cities, eking out an existence in the mountains. (NLT)

What's worse than living in a Nostraman city? Living on a Nostraman hill, apparently. This seems to just be an idea of ADB's that doesn't come up again but I've always found it quite interesting. Were the Hill Folk as scummy as the City Folk, just with more of a down-home Dukes of Hazzard vibe? Seems likely.

This also supports the idea of Nostramo not being completely urbanised like some Hive Worlds are. In my view its continents might have had a geographical layout a bit like Italy or Scotland where the cities are mainly on the flatter coasts with a more sparsely populated hilly/mountainous interior.

What else? (This part is just me making stuff up so feel free to ignore it. I'm not ADB, I'm not even ADB's hat.)

If the rest of Nostramo's marine life is anything like the sharks and whales then it's fucking terrifying. I would imagine, because it's funny, that a lot of Nostraman food features disgusting industrially-processed fish in some way or another. Like the food in Dishonored but even worse.

Is something wrong, dearest offworld husband? You haven't touched your stale bread, whalemeat and jellied eels.

Since all life on Nostramo seems to be comically carnivorous and aggressive, it would make sense in a 40K kind of way for there to be giant predatory penguins living at one or both of its poles. A bit like the monstrous blind albino penguins HP Lovecraft wrote about.

Last known infrared pict-capture of an early Nostraman settler attempting communication with a juvenile specimen of the native penguin species. There were no survivors.

[isthenapoleoncute]

I have a Bonbon in my house, and since you seem to be expert on it, I need to know, what must I do to protect him from my neighbor's Napoleon, seeing that Bonbons are apparently food to Napoleons.

Do you mean, you have a bonbon as in a candy? Just let the Napoleon eat the candy, jfc, it won't kill him and he deserves a treat for being a good boy!

If you mean a Bonbon as in an Augustin Robespierre -- Napoleons and Augustins get along like peanut butter and jelly, or rabbits and guinea pigs, or capybaras and anything. The Napoleon won't eat Augustin.

If anything, I'd tell you neighbor to keep his Napoleon on a leash. Robespierres, of any breed, tend to get Napoleons into trouble, sometimes almost getting them Thermidored!

Napoleon is safe for your Bonbon

Bonbon is not safe for a Napoleon.

[sillyromance]

Good day everyone!

So, I've made a pred character for my blog.

I haven't came up with a name yet, but I've decided to introduce him now since I have some things to offer about this man already.

Name: - (Lord N. for now)

Age: 35-40 years old

Time period: The 18th century (alternative universe)

Position: Prime minister

Relationships: Straight. Married.

Character: Rational, strong, thoughtful, self-contained, incomunicative, independent, talented, patriotic, caring, compassionate.

Eye color: Ice-blue

Hair color: Dark blond

Skin: White

Favorite color: Napoleonic blue

Favorite drink: Tea

He belongs to a specific kind of people - man-eaters. They crave other humans as prey, though the intensity of the cravings varies from one person to another. Lord N. doesn't feel such a strong need to hunt people, however he is asked by the king to keep an eye on the court and "get rid of" those who might be a threat to their country (I'd like to state that the king is an honorable politician who cares about his motherland a lot and that's why he uses such strong measures). And Lord N. obliges.

As you can understand from the description, Lord N. is mostly a fatal predator who doesn't let his prey go. However, he has enough control of his body to keep people inside of him safe aand sound - which he often does to his wife when comforting or cuddling with her. He also can make digestion painless and tries to be gentle with his preys, but may go rough if he meets a particularly nasty individual.

One more thing creatures like him can do is creating a merger: a pred and their prey (if they are both willing) collide in flesh and mind after digestion, continuing their lives together in one body. A merger can't be split, but the parties can regulate the level of integration into each other: 1) two minds are "separated" - one rests, another is in control, an ability to communicate isn't lost; 2) two minds mix and create a new one (inspired by Steven Universe's fusions).

[kingoftheclaudes]

Propaganda

Napoleon Bonaparte (Hearts Divided) - One of two movies where we see a shirtless Claude Rains and I feel that's a monumental milestone in movie history :)

Henry Halevy (Saturday's Children) - guys he's so scrungly and cute oml. he's literally one of the sweetest dads and that smile!!! augh!!! he gives such girl dad energy in this movie and i just wanna put him in my pocket to keep him safe and financially secure! eepy baby (see attached video and pictures)

This is round two for The King of the Claudes tournament and other matchups can be found here!

Additional Propaganda under the cut!

Napoleon Bonaparte

short king pop offfffff!!!!

Henry Halevy

full movie here cause y'all need to see how precious he is 🥺

[klutzyroses]

IkeVamp HCs: Their Pregnant S/O Fighting

How do they react to their s/o fighting with someone while pregnant?

Suitors: Napoleon, Arthur, Theo, Jean

Napoleon

Being four months pregnant did not mean Y/N would let anyone disrespect her emperor in her presence.

Napoleon's wife had joined him and Isaac at their little school, chatting away with a few of the children, who gazed at her with wonder- for her general beauty, and her cute round belly.

It was a bit tough for either Napoleon or Isaac to get the kids to concentrate when they kept insisting on touching Y/N and unfortunately for Isaac, he was on the receiving end of "Where do babies come from?", to the amusement of Napoleon.

However, the pleasant atmosphere didn't last as, when school was out, Napoleon was dealing with the angry mother of one of his students. He remained civil and calm, but the incensed woman kept poking him in the chest and getting in his face.

This of course, sat about as well with the emperor's wife as one would expect. Next thing anyone was aware of, Y/N was by his side, shoving the woman away from him.

"Don't put your hands on my husband! Apologize to him!"

"How dare you, who do you think you are?!"

The angry mother stepped forward again, only to get shoved back again by the expectant woman.

"I think I'm the one who's going to put you in the hospital if you don't apologize and leave right now."

Livid, the mother shoved Y/N right back, causing her to fall backwards. Napoleon moved like lightning, catching her with ease. He sent a reproachful glare to the woman, who stood frozen, as if shocked by her own actions.

"Isaac, keep an eye on Y/N."

Y/N reluctantly stayed by Isaac's side while Napoleon dealt with the woman until she left. Later, he took her in his arms, sighing as he lifted her head to lock eyes.

"Don't do that again, nunuche. You can't just get into fights with people. Not in your condition."

He felt a chill up his spine when he thought of what could've happened if she had actually fallen and he wasn't there. He instinctively pulled her closer to him, her head between his neck and shoulder.

He was touched that she had stood up for him, but the last thing he wanted was for her and his baby to be getting into any fights at all.

Arthur

Sometimes, his former flings just...didn't quit, even when he was married with a child on the way.

One such brazen woman had approached Arthur while his wife, who was 4 months along, was with him.

The sheer audacity of it- unabashed flirting with a married man in front of his pregnant wife?

Honestly...

Arthur had no time to rebuff her advances before his scandalized wife moved in front of him and confronted the little viper right there.

"Are you really so desperate you're going to pretend I'm not here, or are you stupid?"

The argument only got more heated from there, finally reaching a tipping point when the spiteful woman made mocking comments about Y/N's body, and even further by implying that she trapped Arthur using the baby.

Neither Arthur or the shameless troublemaker saw the slap coming. Y/N threw the fastest slap ever thrown and the other woman found herself suddenly looking the other direction, her cheek stinging.

Y/N for her part, was slightly red faced and teary eyed and was ready with another slap when the woman righted herself. And another. And another.

Arthur was too stunned at first to react, but he jumped into action when the former fling, infuriated, raised her hand to retaliate.

He caught her wrist in a second, his other arm coiling around his wife as he tugged her back towards him, his hand on her stomach protectively.

"Enough! You don't touch her! Y/N, come with me, darling."

Not wanting her to spend anymore energy on this, he maneuvered his upset wife out of there and somewhere more safe.

His heart ached when confronted with her pretty face flushed and streaked with tears of anger and humiliation. He gently wiped them away.

"Come on now, luv, please don't cry. It's alright..."

He pulled her into his chest as he rubbed her belly, his own pulse starting to slow. His heart had almost given out when he had seen the woman about to hit Y/N.

"Darling, please don't put yourself at risk like that. I can't stand anything happening to you...either of you."

He rubs circles on her stomach as he kisses her cheek.

Theo

Theo is used to dealing with L' Academie by now, but he was not expecting that his hondje would ever have to do so in her state.

And yet, he found himself in said position when one of them came to do their usual shenanigans, but this time, Y/N was with him.

Theo felt more exasperated than nervous, until his wife, four months pregnant with twins, stormed up to the man in the middle of whatever nonsense he was spouting and faced him head on.

"Can't you do anything other than bother him? Go find something to do!"

"It is the duty of L'Academie and he is nothing but an upstart allowing riff raff into the art world!"

Indignant, and hormonal at that, Y/N decided to put the man, and the Academie, in his place once and for all.

"How dare you, you don't get to decide what's art and what's not, my husband is better than any elitist highbrows and you know it, that's why you keep harrassing him! But I won't let you anymore, leave. My. Husband. Alone."

She punctuated her words with a slap so fast across the man's face that it makes her stumble a bit as she holds onto her stomach for balance. Theo had never moved so quick in his life, the second the man's eyes flashed with rage, the younger Van Gogh pulled Y/N to him, his hand on her stomach, both to keep her at bay and to just reassure himself that she was out of harm's way.

Y/N covered his hand with hers, both to reassure him she was alright, but also to show her solidarity to him.

"Don't even think about it. You won't like what happens if you try to hurt her."

The dark look in Theo's sky blue eyes, sends the man retreating wisely on his part.

Y/N was indeed scolded for her recklessness later, even if he thought she was the sweetest for it. She still put herself and the babies in danger. He hadn't liked the look in the man's eyes in the slightest.

"Hondje, what you just did? Never again, understand?"

He tugged her close to him, holding her from behind, resting his head against hers as he ran a hand over her swollen stomach, speaking softer.

"I don't want you in that position again, let alone while you're carrying my pups, got it?"

He wouldn't have known what he would have done if that man had dared to hurt her. Just that it wouldn't have been good.

Jean

The fact anyone had the audacity to attack or threaten a visibly pregnant woman sent a wave of distaste through him.

A customer was being difficult to Y/N who had been seated in the front of the shop while Jean was at the back of the weapon's shop so that Y/N was away from the weapons, because he was very wary of the sharp objects near his 4 month pregnant wife.

She had got up and confronted him alone before Jean could deal with him, pushing the rude man away herself, to the surprise of both men present.

"Get ahold of yourself, this is a place of business, not a schoolyard!"

"Why, I never!"

"Never what, learned proper manners? You don't come into my husband's shop and kick up a fuss, not on my watch!"

The man, galled, took a step forward threateningly, and that was all it took for Jean to immediately move from the other side of the shop to pull Y/N behind him.

His visible eye twinkled with something dangerous at the prospect that he was about to threaten Y/N.

"I suggest you keep your distance from this woman, lest I be forced to make you."

Nobody threatened his wife and child.

After the customer left with intimidation from Jean, the soldier turned to his wife, placing his hand on her stomach, searching her for any signs of distress.

Y/N placed her hands over Jean's on her round belly with a small smile, assuring him she was fine but Jean shook his head.

"If there is a problem like that again, let me handle it. That was dangerous."

Brave as it was that she faced the man alone, he would prefer that she be safe, after all, who knows what he would have done to her, regardless of her delicate state.

His gloved fingers caress her belly as he remains diligently beside her the remainder of the day, just to make sure she remained unharmed and unbothered.

🌸

[xxsycamore]

𝐍𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞

↬ 👖 Napoleon has a little problem dressing up for a date in the 21st Century. Luckily, the mansion's residents are there to give him fashion advice, divided into team Sexy, team Defense, and team Cute.

Napoleon Bonaparte x MC, ft. all residents ( Leonardo, Mozart, Arthur, Isaac, Dazai, Comte, Sebastian, Jean, Theo, Vincent, Shakespeare) • rating: G • tags: Humor; Crack; Dress Up • wordcount: 1,797 • masterlist

a/n: An early celebration for Napoleon's upcoming birthday, with the prompt Napo Style from my Napoleon Birthday Celebration 2023 event! Enjoy the chaos!

Thanks to The Door at Comte's mansion being fixed and thus allowing a safe trip through the time and space continuum, newer and cooler dating spots are now available for the mansion's lovebirds, Napoleon and MC! How exciting is that? The latter is especially enthusiastic about strolling the streets of 21st-century Paris and showing off her lover…

The former is currently losing his mind.

Because there is an hour left until they step into the vortex of time-traveling, and Napoleon has no idea how people in the future dress for a date. At all.

"This is a problem." Napoleon muses out loud as he paces back and forth in the mansion's lounge room. Of course, he's not alone there, in this house you never get a moment of privacy no matter where you are. Currently he shares his air with… Leonardo, Mozart, Arthur, Isaac, Dazai, Comte, Sebastian, Jean, Theo, Vincent, Shakespeare… wait, why are all of them here?! Even Shakespeare? Could it be that his worries are so prominently written on his face that the residents' gossip-meter was able to track it, and now they're bursting with curiosity?!

"Everything alright, Naps?" Arthur tests the waters, taking a noisy sip from his coffee.

"Yeah, you can always tell us if you have problems with your dating life. That's what friends are for."  Theo chimes in, folding his arms in front of his chest.

"Problems with my dating life? No, it's just… I don't know how to dress up for the date. I thought that maybe I could just go with these clothes…?" Napoleon shrugs, fixing the lapels of his jacket.

"I strongly suggest you don't." Joins Mozart, closing the piano he was pretending to play as he listened in.

"Then what do I put on? MC will be ready in just a moment and she'll no doubt be stunning. Gods… Can any of you help me out?"

"We can."

"Alright old chap, come out whenever you're ready. Too bad that our team's idea is first and therefore it will put an early end to this fashion show." Arthur boasts confidently as he takes his place on the left along with his other team members, part of the Sexy team. As the curtain is dramatically swooshed to reveal Napoleon, the audience livens up in a cacophony of different murmurs…

Napoleon has no idea why the bunch targeted his favorite red curtain-- erm, cape, as the first thing to be removed from the outfit, but in a flash Napoleon sees it hanging from the staircase's railing and he understands. The small space behind the stairs becomes a makeshift changing booth… he does live with the smartest men in history after all. From there on, the smart ideas keep on coming as he steps behind the curtain and braces himself for accepting the various articles of clothing being handed to him to try on.

Napoleon poses awkwardly while trying to hide his attributes, the small cloth hiding his crouch area making it difficult as his pants have been reduced to just that, a loincloth that his trademark big belt holds together. His shirt too has suffered a massive reduction in length and now barely covers his chest, leaving his abs and stomach exposed, a similar thing done to his sleeves so the shirt now reminds more of a tank top of sorts. The golden epaulets from his jacket remain. His boots are untouched, at least. His look is completed with ruffled hair for a messier, sexier hairstyle.

"Ahem. As you may know, the 21st century is vastly different from our times in terms of dressing to impress… so to say, the meaning of that phrase is turned upside down!"

"Undress to impress!" With a finger in the air and a smile on his face, the most unlikely member of team Sexy, Vincent, hurries to add. Before Theo can collapse, Vincent backs up his (unbeknownst to him) scandalous vision with a little bit of his wisdom. "How nice that is, a world that celebrates the body instead of hiding it. Napoleon has a body that many would put on a canvas, and he should celebrate it!"

"Thank you, Vincent."

"Sebastian, why are YOU on this team?" Someone in the crowd asks.

Despite Arthur's confidence in winning this "competition", the other teams are more than eager to have their go in an attempt to beat his idea of modern fashion. After another round of handing stuff to the haphazardly changing behind the curtain Napoleon, a group of four residents get ready to present their idea.

With a perfect little nod, Sebastian says matter-of-factly, "Master Napoleon has a body that many would put on a canvas, and he should celebrate it."

With difficulty, a man in a knight's heavy full armor (that normally can be found in one of the hallways as a decoration) steps in front of the audience's eyes, who they can only assume is Napoleon, due to not a tad of his identity being visible underneath this "outfit".

As a leader of Team Defense, Jean turns to the audience to explain. "The modern world is filled with dangers we're unaware of. Napoleon should prioritize his safety," he eyes his teammate, Shakespeare, who is ready to take the word next: "As well as the safety of his beloved. Thus he clothes in steal and prepares a heavy blade, or a dozen; if the chance arises, he shall defeath all that's on his path, in the name of her!"

As Napoleon hears the signal, he demonstratively takes out a spear, a chain mace, a war hammer, a longsword…! The audience takes a step back.

"They're right. You never know what's out there. There might be cats." Theo nods approvingly, slapping Napoleon's armor as if to test its durability. The last member of team Defense, Mozart, is ready with his own argument.

"Everything there must be dirty. This will protect him from exposure."

Still, this can't end without the final third team showcasing their own unique idea of dressing up Napoleon. And besides, the mansion's daddy, Comte, being a leader of this team is enough to make everyone quiet down and pay attention.

It's a shockingly good argument.

"And finally, team Cute. Because you, my dears, are forgetting a key element of what our fashion show is about, and that is helping our Napoleon win his girl's heart all over again, in a different time, in a different world. We must look from the eyes of MC. And a lady like her, oh her heart surely sings at the sight of everything that can be called cute. She'll swoon and melt as she witnesses Napoleon embracing his inner adorableness; that is for sure!"

Without further ado, Napoleon steps forward, revealing his outfit that for some reason troubles his walking more than the armor from before… the reason might be the tight corset Comte put him in, one made for men nonetheless, but still making it hard for the soldier to act naturally wearing. Especially combined with those high-heeled boots! There's not a trace of any dark colors anywhere to be seen, from frilly innocent whites to sunny yellows to baby pinks, he's dolled up like a little prince from a fairytale. His hair which is the only color out of place, is densely covered in small hairclips, that are not exactly Comte's style, so there might be put there by…

"Napo-chan is so kawaii with the little hair accessories I put on him. I'm convinced MC won't resist kissing you all over."

"Why am I on this team?!" Laments Isaac, whose contribution is narrowed down to an apple he found laying around… surprisingly, posing with the apple does add cute points to Napoleon's look, as much as the physicist hates to admit. He's only on this team because he refused to join in the absurdity of the other two…

"They're right, Naps." Leonardo agrees with a hand on his chin. "I've heard cara-mia gush all over you being cute when you make a slip-up from your mister perfect persona. Be a little clumsier and clueless. She'll find it charming."

Napoleon hums and looks at the palms of his glove-clad hands, a little lost. "I'm, uhhh… not so sure what you mean."

"That's it, just like that."

"Okay, that's all, which team won?" Arthur asks impatiently, not very amused about the fact that his coffee mug is now empty.

"That's for Napoleon to decide. What do you think, Napoleon?"

Napoleon takes a look at all the faces lit up in expectation, and makes a "wait" gesture as he disappeared behind the curtain again. A few seconds later he is out, dressed in what appears to be an untouched replica of his original outfit, but almost hidden beneath various items that each of the teams can recognize as their own.

"You all joined forces to help me, so the answer can only be a combination of your efforts. With this, I'm confident about covering all bases necessary for a successful date with my Nunuche. Thank you."

"Spoken like a true leader!" Dazai cheers, instantly approving the idea.

The door swings open as MC walks in at a fast pace, hurrying to collect Napoleon's hand and take him away. She's dressed in a simple sundress and wearing her light pink bag over a shoulder with the little Mousette charm hanging from it.

"There you are Napoleon, we're going to be late for our date…! What are you wearing?"

Napoleon makes a troubled humming noise as he shakes off item after item, throwing them in different directions as they clatter against the floor and roll off somewhere. He's back in his day-to-day outfit.

"Nothing much. Nunuche, the truth is… you're stunning. I didn't want to disappoint you. I'm sorry but I couldn't find anything to dress up for our date."

"Oh? What are you talking about, we're going to get you dressed up right now! As soon as we step out of the door we'll go to my friend Mai's boutique and you can have a full Comtherapy!"

"…I…What's a Comtherapy?"

"A Comte-therapy! A shopping therapy, dummy! He even gave me money to dress you up this morning! Thank you, daddy Comte!"

"You're welcome, ma cherie."

"COMTE? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US?" a bunch of voices speak up at the same time.

"Why, my dearest residents and I were having so much fun. Who am I to spoil it?"

Amidst the chaos, Napoleon and MC begin to laugh, their hands still intertwined because of MC's earlier attempt to sneak Napoleon out of the rowdy room. Napoleon smirks and takes the lead, leaving the residents to their wits.

"Come on, Nunuche. Let's go on our date."

MC swoons and gawks, following right after.

"Gods Napoleon, you're so charming!"

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