#napoleon x mc

[her-devils-advocate]

Waterloo.

♥. Genre: Fluff

♥. pairings: Napoleon/MC

♥. content warnings: None

♥. notes: Napoleon catches his nunuche singing a particularly odd song while she does her chores.

♥. Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45669490

♥. Word count: 460

He finds her humming to herself quietly, her delicate hips swaying alongside the broom in her hands as she gets lost in her own world, more focused on the song playing within her head than her chores. A small smile appears on his face as he leans against the wall, arms crossed as he does his best to blend in. Perfectly content to simply stand and watch his nunuche, not wanting to interrupt and have the moment cut short as she expects him to be in bed still, sleeping rather than observing her.

His eyes follow her as she continues to sweep the floor, the rising sun casting its golden rays down upon her, making her look even more heaven-sent. His admiration was cut short as her calm humming had stopped, a song now being carried to him by her gentle voice.

"My, my, at Waterloo, Napoleon did surrender."

...Quoi?

Napoleon takes a moment to free himself from the shock, a confused expression taking over the relaxed one that he held prior. 

"...Waterloo, promise to love you forevermore"

As the odd song continues to flow around him, he slowly makes his way over to the woman. The song comes to an end with a small squeak as strong arms wrap themselves around her waist, bringing her to his chest. He feels the small giggle before he hears it, her head raising to meet his jade eyes as she flashes him a bashful smile.

"Good morning, Monsieur Sleepyhead. I was planning on waking you after I had finished up here."

He grins boyishly at her own nickname for him before ruffling her hair, ignoring the annoyed grumbles and claims of "making her look dishevelled so early". After doing his best to smooth down her hair, he rests his chin on top of her head, swaying the both of them around the illuminated hallway.

"So, what was that song you were singing? I seem to have heard my name." 

At his words, the tips of her ears begin to glow pink as she realises she was caught in the act. Her hands coming up to his own, now resting on her stomach, in order to thread their fingers together.

"It's an old song from my time, a love song. It's been stuck in my head for a while now, probably because of you."

With a slight raise of his eyebrow, it was now Napoleon's turn to blush as he buries his face into the crook of her neck.

"What a strange love song...Why did the writer choose that as their inspiration…?" He mumbles into her neck, his warm breath tickling her before he continues, not giving her the chance to interrupt. "Would you continue to sing it for me, mon amour?"

[whatever-fanfics]

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

~~~

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*

~~~

[natimiles]

What is that? (a tattooed reader)

Summary: You tied your hair in a high ponytail that morning, and it was enough for the tip of your tattoo to be visible. You've had it for so long that you're used to it, and sometimes you forget it's there — plus, you forgot that they've never seen it before.

Words: 1716

Tags: reader have tattoos; platonic relationships; more like friendships; no pronouns for reader, but you wear a dress and have sort of long hair.

Can you tell I have favorites? Only Isaac, Mozart, Jean, Arhur, Vincent, Theo, Napoleon and Sebastian show up. Le Comte is vaguely mentioned.

If you're curious to see the tattoos, I linked their images in their respective descriptions throughout the fanfic.

“What is that, mademoiselle?” 

You're helping Sebastian with breakfast, moving around the dining room, but you’ve been feeling a strong stare for a while. You're already accustomed to everyone, so you don't mind. You knew that if it was Isaac trying to muster the courage to ask you something, he would eventually do it. But it’s Jean’s voice, and it catches your attention because he usually eats in silence; and he sounds unsure and curious.

You set Arthur’s coffee in front of him while you glance at the table and everything you and Sebastian made. Perhaps there's something he doesn't know, like when you baked him macarons, but today's menu is the same as usual.

“What is what?”

“That thing,” he points in your direction. 

Isaac, Mozart, Vincent, and Theo are already having breakfast too, but they pause to glance at you, curious about what Jean is talking about. You feel a bit self-conscious and briefly inspect your clothes. Did you spill something? Fortunately, no. 

“I don’t follow, Jean.”

“That thing you have here,” he points at his own back. “I’ve seen it since I sat here to eat, but I can’t understand.”

You raise an eyebrow at him and look over your shoulder, Arthur takes advantage that you’re still by his side to lean backwards on his chair and measure you up and down — and definitely stare at your ass.

“Stop it, perv,” you playfully spat the writer’s arm, earning a chuckle from him. 

“Ah, I think Master Jean is talking about your tattoo,” Sebastian tries to help, pointing at his own nape.

Realization finally hits you. Since arriving at the mansion, you've been exclusively wearing long clothes that cover almost your entire body. However, summer started a few weeks ago, and you've been feeling the full force of the heat. It's scorching every day, and at times, you wake up covered in sweat. You've been yearning for an air conditioner or even just a simple fan. So you bought lighter clothes recently — aka Comte bought you a whole summer wardrobe as a gift. What you're wearing today is just an off-the-shoulder dress, so the front and back necklines are a bit lower than usual, but not by much. However, you tied your hair in a high ponytail that morning, and it was enough for the tip of your tattoo to be visible. You've had it for so long that you're used to it, and sometimes you forget it's there — plus, you forgot that they've never seen it before.

“What is that?” Jean is even more curious now, evident from the way he furrows his brow.

“It's a drawing on my body, made with a special kind of paint that never fades. It's a form of art.”

“Really?” You've piqued Theo's interest in art. “And what is it?”

“Music,” and now you’ve piqued Mozart’s interest in music. He doesn’t really show it, but you know him well enough to see when he’s curious. “Well, kinda. It goes a little down my spine, but it’s safe to show. Sebastian, can you help me, please?”

The butler nods and approaches you. You turn your back and move your ponytail to the side for a better view, while Sebastian lowers your neckline slightly so the others can satisfy their curiosity and see it.

It starts just at the end of your nape and goes 5 inches down. It’s an all-black DNA drawing with musical notes on the middle lines, a representation of a metronome pendulum on top, and a treble clef at the bottom. The middle actually has the same number of lines as a music sheet, and the notes can be read as the first five notes of your favorite song.

There’s only silence for a few moments, and as you turn around, you see that they're still staring at you. You think Theo hadn't even blinked until now because he suddenly blinks a lot, and his eyes meet yours.

“It’s pretty!” Vicent smiles like the angel he is. “Is it a real song?”

“It is,” Mozart hums the notes, his eyes conveying that he knows it’s your favorite song.

You've told him once, when you went to the music room to give him an afternoon snack. You were already friends (kind of), so when you saw he wasn't there at the moment, you knew he wouldn't mind if you sat down and softly played it; so you did. The next thing you knew, he was barging into the music room to scold whoever had the audacity to touch his piano, but he stopped when he saw you. He may have asked you to write down the notes so he could play it with you.

“Oh, yeah, you played it for us in the last banquet,” Isaac remembers.

“Does it hurt?” Jean asked, curious again. 

“No, not anymore. It hurt when I was getting it done. Boy, that was one hell of a ride,” you laugh. “But it’s been years, so it’s all healed and okay now.”

“It suits you, hondje. Do you have more?”

“I do!” You beam at them, feeling all bubbly inside. It's lovely how they always show interest in anything about you and remember what you like. “It’s on my thigh.” You use the tip of your toes to put more leverage on your right leg, grabbing a fistful of the skirt of your dress. You lift it to show them your tattoo, but a hand stops you when it's reaching your knee.

“Nunuche, what the hell?” 

Napoleon had just woken up and was joining you in the dining room. Did you say something about your thigh? He was still a little sleepy, so he thought he heard you wrong. But then you grabbed your dress… What the fuck do you think you’re doing? He was at your side in the blink of an eye, gripping your wrists tightly and looking at you with a panic expression. It’d certainly be red in a second, if the loud slap sound was any indication. 

And that’s how you make vampires choke on their foods and drinks. You look at them, a confused expression on your face. Isaac spat his tea all over his plate and is now coughing to clear his throat. Jean dropped his fork, frozen in his chair. Mozart is blinking in a frenzy, his mug in such a tight grip on his hand that his knuckles are white. Vincent is blushing furiously, his mouth agape. Theo is actually amused, and you clearly heard Arthur complaining to Napoleon that it was just getting good. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask, startled. 

“MC, just remember we’re not in the 21st century,” Sebastian says, clearly holding a smirk. 

You feel your entire face heat up. Oh my God! That was certainly an uncomfortable situation. But you were so used to them; they made you feel at home, so you didn’t really think about what you were doing.

“Oh, right, sorry,” You chuckle and blush under the intensity of their stares. “But it’s no big deal, really. Sebastian and le Comte have already seen it.”

“Say that again?” Theo asks as his gaze drifts to the butler, just like everyone else's. 

“It’s nothing weird!” You can almost feel the emperor’s grip tightening. Sometimes he was so overprotective — they all were, and it was both endearing and funny. You huff. “We were talking about the 21st century, and I told Sebas that I have tattoos and showed him. Simple as that. Lots of people wear clothes that show a lot of skin in modern days. Do you think I would lift my dress to show the tattoo when I’m right next to Arthur if it wasn’t okay?” You deadpan Napoleon.

“Hey!” The writer complains, but everybody ignores him. You do have a point.

Napoleon frowns, but slowly releases you. You look at the others and just from a look they know you’ll be mad if they freak out again, so they try to act cool. Keyword: try. They’re staring so much you think they’ll open a hole in your thigh, but at least they’re quiet. You lift the dress just a little more and your tattoo is finally showing. It’s colorful and about the same size as the other. There’s white fine lines connecting dots, forming the Leo constellation, with a blue-purple watercolor background.

“Yes, luv! Now that’s a good breakfast,” Arthur smirks and places his elbow on the table to support his head as he looks at you. He’s so glad that Jean started this conversation while you were still beside him. Napoleon purses his lips and glares at the writer, but he knows better than to start a fight. His nunuche wouldn't let him live it down. 

“What the fuck is that?” Theo raises an eyebrow. Don’t get him wrong, he likes the art, but he just doesn’t understand what it’s supposed to be.

“Theo, language,” Vincent scolds his brother. He doesn’t want you to think they don’t like it.

“Is it upside down?” Jean frowns and tilts his head, trying to get a different angle, but it doesn’t make a difference.

"It's the Leo constellation," you chuckle and glance at Isaac, knowing he would understand. He enjoyed stargazing and always invited you to join him, especially after discovering your shared interest — then he started rambling about physics and astronomy, and you were lost.

“Oh, the stars,” Vincent says.

"So," Theo begins, and you can tell from his amused tone that he's about to say something to make you blush, "you have one that resembles Mozart and another that resembles Isaac."

“No, no. It’d have to be an apple for Newt,” Arthur grins when the poor physicist blushes as red as… the mentioned fruit.

“You’re the worst,” Isaac mumbles under his breath.

You chuckle at their banter. “So that’s it,” you say, releasing your dress. “We have a lot of things to do. So finish your breakfasts quickly.” You clap your hands twice.

“Indeed,” Sebastian nods in agreement.

You have moments of silence after that and you go back to work, but you feel the stares the whole day. You know they still have so much to say and ask, but they stay quiet.

You have some “not-so-permanent tattoos” now — and they might have helped do some.

I don't have tattoos yet, but I really want it. I'd make the first one, but with colors.

Crossposted on AO3.

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[duckyfann9871]

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,

[fang-and-feather]

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Rating: G

Category: F/M, M/M, Multi

Relationship: Jean d'Arc/Napoleon Bonaparte/MC

Prompt(s): Laugh from @polyamships and kid from @fluffbruary

Summary: They had come a long way as a family, and they would continue making each other happier

This ended up being only a short introduction to a series of family spring one-shots, since the bigger fics were running away from the prompt

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They had come a long way as a family, especially Jean, and even more after their daughter was born.

Before that, Jean was so nervous about being a good father and, a little after, he felt a little like an intruder in his partners’ new family.

Napoleon and his wife had done their best to reassure their partner, like they had done every other step of their relationship. Jean was healing from his past, but some shadows were hard to chase off. It took a lot of time and care, but they were prepared to continue to deal with anything that threatened their happiness.

It helped, later, that the little girl was especially fond of Jean. Whenever he had time, he was the one she dragged to her ‘classes’ with the other residents, or into her games.

At first, Jean questioned why she would be so eager to spend time with him. His partners always told him it was because she simply wanted to spend time with her father.

But moments like the one they were witnessing showed how far they had come. How Jean had grown more comfortable with his growing family.

Napoleon and his girlfriend had walked into the garden that afternoon, listening to their daughter’s laughter, cheerful and loud. But whatever had happened, she wasn’t the only one laughing, so was Jean.

His laughter was quieter but sounded equally amused. Such a refreshing sound. It had been so rare for them to hear their partner laugh like that, but these moments were becoming more frequent, mostly among themselves. Special family moments they all cherished.

Napoleon met his girlfriend’s eyes, both of them smiling at the heartwarming scene. And, although it wasn’t as obvious, Napoleon was sure the woman besides him was thinking the same thing he was. They would do their best to make their family as happy as they were made.

Exchanging a kiss and a laugh, the two joined the rest of their little family for some time together that would bring more joy and laughter to their lives.

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[xxsycamore]

✨ Napoleon Birthday Bullying Party!

╰┈➤ August 15th is Napoleon's birthday! This year we're playing pranks on our ex-emperor. The first one is that I procrastinated the event until now that there are 10 days left to his special day. Happy Birthday, Napoleon!

⬇️Use these as prompts for your writings or arts! However, I have a prank for YOU too - you can only write up to 500 words (or draw a sketch) >:)

Wake him up early for no reason

Tell him the thing he's been laughing at for the past 5 minutes is not all that funny

Give him a nickname adjacent to his "Nunuche"

Turn down his cooking

Imitate him, especially when he's being dramatic

For those of you who want to join but don't feel the creative juices flowing or are simply too lazy - you can also ramble about these, talk about how he'd react to them, stuff like that... Don't sweat too much over it. Of course, other details regarding the creative works are up to you: pairing (napo x mc, reader, oc, canon character), genre (NSFW allowed!...tho...500 words? can you pull this off?), combining with other challenges, etc... if you have a question, my askbox is open! <3 Let's give Napo some tough love! Just remember to make it up to him afterward! 🫶

[gunraekae]

a day in the mansion for you

Santa Rosalia by Roberto Ferri

>ikemen vampire

>mansion residents x reader

>a/n: for context, i'm the sort who enjoys seeing the casual interactions between the residents and the mc, so these are some hcs on what I imagine a day looks like for you. i sorta placed this as being in the first week mc arrives, before anything too serious happens, but you can interpret this whichever way you choose!

also apologies, i wasn't able to write for every single suitor as i haven't played most of their routes yet! I'll do a follow-up post when i finally finish them :))

Napoleon

Restrains Jean when he attacks you in the middle of the night

Comte enlists him to guard you and show you around Paris with Vincent, being the one that you trust the most in the beginning

Accompanies you and Isaac to the école, to help you be more at ease in the town

Part of your morning rounds: you wake him up

Part of your evening rounds: you talk about each other’s days, has dinner with you if you haven’t

Arthur

After asking Sebastian to fetch him Rouge, he prevents you from escaping (sorta does a reverse psychology thing)

Rightfully blaming himself for your dislike, he charms you with his intelligence through the lounge games; he wins a conversation with you and apologises on your date

When you encounter him on your town visit, the two of you are caught with a mysterious case that employs the two of you in your mystery solving adventures. 

Part of coffee addicts: your best customer, kisses you for every cup of coffee you bless him with

Part of breakfast gang: either there because he didn’t sleep or there because he slept too early

Leonardo

Spooked by the first night in the mansion, you lock yourself in your room until lunch, only to realize that Leonardo had stood guard outside your door the whole night

Remains quite protective, he calls himself your companion; finds you cooped up in the library and takes you with him on town visits

Part of coffee addicts: will come later, but will always be there

Part of your afternoon rounds: he magically finds you when you’re sad and will find some random event to cheer you up with

Jean

Starving and not in control, he unknowingly attacks you on your first night and incites you to escape

Overwhelmed, self-conscious, and wary, you spend much of the first week’s evenings in the library. To your shock, Jean is also there, learning how to write. Believing that it may be best for the two of you to reconcile, you teach him how to write. 

Helps you as much as possible with your chores, especially if it’s reaching high places or something that requires strength. 

Joins the residents in meals because of you

Listens to Mozart’s pieces with you

Part of your morning rounds: you have to remind him to eat

Vincent

Sympathetic to your predicament, he comforts you and shows you around Paris with Napoleon, being one of the few that you feel safe around

Invites you to a picnic with Theo

Enjoys your singing in the gardens while he paints and will frequent the outside the more you do it

Part of coffee addicts: might experiment with different roasts and enjoys it, but will like his coffee as black as possible

Part of breakfast gang: really only there to join Theo in the morning

Comte

Like a good sugar daddy, he takes you shopping and constantly spoils you. On the second day, he takes you to the town

Will ask for tea on the daily and constantly checks in on you; a most protective father figure, he keeps the residents in check

You’re his automatic partner any time he has to attend a social event (and of course he takes you shopping before). You’re his rumoured partner, and Comte does not quell those rumours he keeps them up. 

Part of your afternoon rounds: you have tea with him

Dazai

After cooping yourself up in your room, Dazai is the second you confide your troubles to. He’s always attuned to your emotions and understands your mental health struggles; always ready to lend an ear (because he’d rather everyone be happy before himself ahh) He’s almost invasive with how aware he is of you

Another frequent player in the lounge games, he doesn’t play seriously and is only really there to bring everyone’s mood up; don’t include gambling though, because he gets sorta crazy

Part of breakfast gang: horrible sleep schedule has him join the morning

Part of your afternoon rounds: any time you have errands in the garden, he’ll join you 

Theo

Partly due to his brother, and partly out of his own heart, he enlists you as an apprentice and they get to know the town

To bridge the gap between you and Arthur, he invites you to the lounge after dinner to play games

Teaches you the ropes of living in Paris: warns you, keeps you aware of current events, probably even helps you with your finances

Part of coffee addicts: likes your experimental sweet lattes

Part of breakfast gang: always present in the morning because he has to

Isaac

Cooped up in his room as well, Sebastian asks you to deliver his food to his room, believing him the most harmless. Isaac awkwardly welcomes you in his own way, accompanying you and Napoleon to their école

Also a frequenter of the lounge games, he attempts to impress you and win a date against Arthur

Part of breakfast gang: has to be there for his job, but enjoys whatever you make

Part of your evening rounds: sometimes he’ll be outside with his telescope, observing the stars. Once you felt comfortable, he asked you to join him

Mozart

Most intimidated by him, Sebastian forces you to deliver lunch to him. He’s cold, fussy, but would rather spend time with you than anyone else. Whenever he needs feedback or an audience for a piece, he’ll ask you first along with Jean. 

You’re his automatic partner any time he has a performance, partly because you comfort him in carriage rides, partly because he just wants you around

Part of coffee addicts: crawls to get coffee from you

Part of your evening rounds: you have to remind him to sleep

Part of your breakfast gang: organized routine but also terrible sleep schedule

Shakespeare

You met him after he gave you and Vincent tickets for one of his upcoming plays. When he approached the two of you, he gave such good banter and was so amicable, you swear it almost sounded practiced (haha)

He’ll sometimes join the residents for dinner. He’s begun to join a lot more often because having you around made Arthur and Theo much less hostile. After dinner, he makes a practice of talking to you in private, endlessly charming, but oddly invasive—like he’s studying you

Any time he has a new play, you're the first to get invited to watch it. Sometimes, if he's particularly frustrated or uninspired, he'll ask you to come to rehearsals with him.

You and Vincent sometimes visit him in his villa to make sure he's not writing himself to death.

Vlad

A sweet florist you met in town while you were miserable in the first week. He gave you a flower to cheer you up and was the epitome of charming, so charming in fact, that you accidentally revealed you lived in the mansion. Once you’ve revealed that fact, he began seeing you every time you were alone in town (for no ulterior motive at all)

General HCs for All!

Writes you letters daily/weekly; a habit picked up after the first night and seeing how spooked you were

Help you and Sebastian as much as they can; they can obviously clean up for themselves and even cook when they feel inclined

More residents have meals together than ever before; your presence sort of unites them and they’re super grateful for that

You’ve achieved the point where every resident is together during dinner

Birthdays, special occasions, and achievements are celebrated because you organize them for everyone

Since Halloween is your favourite holiday, the residents make an effort to dress up for it

Valentine’s Day is a bit of a mess, with you making a gift for every resident

White Day was used by the residents to give you their gifts, and it’s overwhelming, to say the least

They’re huge gossips, so any and every update on you is spread like wildfire to everyone. Good luck having an off-day

Dazai is the first to notice, being the most emotionally intelligent

Leonardo is the quickest one to take action, quite literally scooping you from whatever you’re doing to cheer you up

Napoleon is also another quick one to constantly check in on you and look for you if you come home too late

Sebastian usually keeps track of who you’re with or where you are if you guys are separated

Buys you random presents, usually connected to something between the two of you, but also sometimes follows current trends

Isaac buys you a hairclip he thinks looks darling on you

Dazai buys you a notebook to use as a diary, especially after noticing your journal’s almost full (and no he totally doesn’t peek in your writing)

Jean will always find something in town to bring to you in your night lessons

Comte… do I even need to say anything

Supports you in anything you pursue (I believe the canon says that you’re starting out as a writer, so I’mma use that)

You keep notes of your every day in your diary, sort of like a vlog and a lot of the snoopy residents read it. Eventually they suggest that you publish some of it

Being a huge fan of literature, the authors organize a writer’s night where you come up with a prompt and they share how they’d write it

If you ever end up writing something, they’re the first to hear and are your biggest fans

You’re a frequent guest teacher in Napoleon’s and Isaac’s école

You always thought you weren’t good with kids, but seeing how much the children like you reassured you

Napoleon teases you on how much you say you dislike children but secretly enjoys the time with them

Isaac is extremely grateful for how much you like organizing his lesson plans

if you've made it this far, thank you so much for reading! i hope you have a wonderful day and leave a like/reblog <3

[kissmetwicekissmedeadly]

i'm bad at writing napoleon but i wanna write a oc x napo piece do you have any tips :(

GASP

I HAVE NOTHING BUT TIPS FOR YOU!!! I'm terribly sorry that it took me so long!! I struggled a bit because this kept turning into a character analysis, I hope that's alright 🙏

TIPS ABOUT WRITING NAPOLEON

Napoleon might seem hard to write! How is he both just some guy, but also the man who almost conquered the world at some point? How much does the latter play a part in how he is in his daily life? The short answer is, he appears to be the former at all times until something brings out the dramatic, intense side of him.

Napoleon ends up in the mansion one day seemingly out of the blue, reincarnated as a demi-vampire... Without any answers and any plans for his second life, the way he chooses to live day by day is surprisingly quickly established. He's only been there for a month upon MC's arrival and we already see him following a full schedule - he spares with Jean on a regular basis, tends to the stables, helps Sebastian, runs a whole "school" in the small streets of Paris, has hobbies like reading or visiting patisseries to eat his favorite crepes... This tells us he's very adaptive - and it comes by no surprise, really, the ex-emperor that he is, one that started from a nobody. And ironically ended up being a nobody again in his second life. Interestingly we do see him mop around, questioning his fate. He is in the habit of isolating sometimes - that's how he finds all these little places that he later takes MC to - the garret or the nature spots. He goes on rides often to clear his mind. It's like he tries to keep himself busy but simultaneously needs alone time to reflect on his feelings. In front of others, he's the one ready to take action and to protect, making him the big brother figure in the mansion. In private, and in front of the person he loves, he might become more vulnerable, but still puts their safety and wellbeing first. But this deeply emotional side of him only comes out when the moment predisposes him to. Otherwise, he carries himself rather casually. He'd joke around, tease, find an easy solution to everything - but still try and find that solution. He's always ready to lend a helping hand, to be the voice of reason if he could, to give advice. He's not exactly a workaholic. He's capable of working very hard, but seems to be trying to take it easy in his second life. This could be seen in his sleeping habits, as someone who previously slept 4 hours a night to sleeping a minimum of 7 now (both stated canonly) - and of course he's infamous for sleeping in in the mornings. He dislikes being treated as someone above the others, and on our first meeting with him he introduces himself as just a soldier.

A bit more about writing him being in love...

He's someone who proves his love through actions - surprises, most of all - he loves being spontaneous, taking MC's hand out of the blue and leading her somewhere without giving her a cue. He loves giving gifts, as we see him returning home with a random plushie that reminded him of her or in other cases buying her the jewelry showcased in a shop they passed by if it caught her eye. He's good at cooking and of course that means that he absolutely loves cooking for her. He claims to be bad with words, but that's a massive lie. Once he starts expressing his emotions verbally he can't stop. He says pretty intense things, often talking about the greater meaning behind their silly little romantic doings. He talks about finding the meaning of his life and how he believes in fate now that it has met him with her. That being said, he's quite bad with words but when he writes. His letters are a bit of a mess but he still manages to make them sound serious if he tries, it's just that they lack what makes him so animated, the feelings that normally radiate from his presence.

Writing him talking should look like... short, simple sentences. He laughs a lot (infamous for his prolonged laugh when he hears something funny), does this "snrk" noise, teases a lot... even sometimes uses bolder and harsher words. He's told the MC to straight up shut up before, and our favorite Nunuche sounds a lot more like "idiot" (or the slightly less harsh "fool") in Japanese... he has a short temper, quick to make this face - >:( - but still has great self-control. It takes something big like having MC's life at risk for him to throw himself headfirst into a deadly situation, but he'd still do it.

He contradicts himself in some ways, but that's a human trait. It highly depends on what you're writing! My advice is to not worry too much with him. He could behave like a very simple prototype of the perfect boyfriend, a prince charming. Or he could be covered in blood carrying MC out of a fire and talking about being a monster undeserving happiness. Use him for the story YOU want to write, and know that the people who love him will be happy to read it regardless!

[letterstoear]

Leaving lipstick marks

Notes: Fem Reader! (just made it with a female MC in mind, but there's no use of pronouns), Suitor x reader, fluff, established relationship.

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Characters: Isaac, Mozart, Charles and Napoleon

Isaac:

Thought it was just a normal day where you were peppering him with kisses all over and Isaac went about his day like usual. Sure you had a small giggle, but he figured you were just so over the moon in love. When you pulled away and saw your smile he was still clueless that is till he met the usual suspects.

Before Isaac could even leave the mansion, he’s hearing chuckles from the other residents. Which causes him to freak out, Isaac was used to the normal teasing but not like this. There was Dazai and Arthur who were making cheering noises and commenting how jealous the two were.

Even Napoleon had a small chuckle leaving his lips as he saw the lipstick marks all over Isaac. In fact, it’s probably one of the older residents who informs Isaac about his love marks. Leonardo will walk over after making his teasing remarks to inform Isaac. He’ll also help him remove the lipstick marks you left.

Once he reaches you after the incident, he’s a blushing mess telling you about all the teasing he endured. Not like he’s going to prevent you from kissing him though.

Mozart:

With your hand on the back of Mozart’s head you were devouring him with your kisses. One on his neck, cheek, lips, and even the tips of his ears. All across his face is a flutter of your lips as you mark him. You wanted to proudly show off your lover, the love of your life.

Then, when everything is all over, Mozart wipes it all off. Much to your dismay all of your artwork is lost, it was momentary. Whatever could you do, Mozart was a clean freak, so he wanted to be kept clean. However, he would never object to you kissing him again.

No, in fact he wanted you to kiss him all over again, not that he would admit it. Instead, Mozart will have to settle with kissing you like how did to him.

From the tips of your ear to your eyelids, he’s covering you in his love. Plus, you’re also getting marked at the same time. Why, Mozart left some of the lipstick which got rubbed off onto his lips.

While it wasn’t nearly as clear as your lip marks had been on Mozart, he definitely left some kiss marks. A proud smile on his face after having just kissed you all over, he too wants everyone to know you’re his.

Charles:

He’s way too proud of your lipstick marks. I imagine he’ll even ask you to leave some on him if he really likes the color of your lipstick. Charles is in no way shy when it comes to affection.

Oh, you better believe he’s fully aware of lipstick on him but does not care. What’s so wrong about showing off the love he’s received. He’ll even put on lipstick to mark you when he feels like it.

Man has no shame, and he sees no need to feel shame, but Faust may have other ideas. Most likely makes Vlad feel single and bothers Faust of Charles “unkept” appearance.

Napoleon:

A lovesick fool who wasn’t too into the idea at first. If the two of you enjoyed it the first time he’s got no problems if you wanna do it all over again.

Oh, but he’s strict about when you could do it. If he has to go into town, he would prefer if you don’t leave lipstick marks on him. Napoleon just doesn’t want to explain it to the little kids he teaches. Other than that, you’re all good.

Want to leave lipstick marks on him then go to dinner, go ahead. He might regret whipping it off at the end of the day though. Like to him it’s saying goodbye to an act of your love. Which is why Napoleon will want you to do it all over again, when given the chance.

[yanderepuck]

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Napoleon Mozart Leonardo Vincent Theo Arthur Isaac Jean Dazai Shakespeare Comte Sebastian Vlad Faust Charles Drake Galileo

Headcanons for All Things that might as well be canon The Pets

Trying sushi When mom and dad aren't home Charles x Vincent Platonic: Part 1 - Part 2 Vincent x Dazai Platonic: Part 1 - Part 2 Will x Vincent genderbend Evil Trio group chat Everyone is babies Hunter AU Sword lessons The guys in Twisted Wonderland dorms Me snapping their suspenders Mc with mental illness Secret Santa

Spicy things Masterlist Just Writer Trio Things Masterlist Pirate AU Masterlist Kiss Event Lines Masterlist Sleepwalking Isaac Masterlist Depressed Vincent Masterlist Charles Route Release Campaign Ikevamp OC Masterlist OC Masterpost Catboy Cafe AU: Part 1 - Part 2 - Mini Story - Cafe Layout Salai Route Masterlist

How old the guys were when they died How their ages work Vincent's Romantic Life: Part 1 - Part 2 Drake's route chapter 1&2 / Drake's Route chapter 23&24 Why doesn't Leonardo like Will? So how old are the purebloods?

No one believes each other They actually have vampire abilities No one understands French - Bonus I - Bonus II They have a social media following Mc is a pureblood - Bonus I Mc has an underfunded American public education

Who is eating the peas with their fish and chips Coffee or Tea? Biting Jude Canon vs Fanon heights

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Free to use character sheet

[otomefoxystar]

Finding You - Part One

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing : Arthur X MC ( Napoleon & Issac - Platonic )

Genre: Hurt & Comfort

TW: Mentions of kidnapping and being cut; blood.

Napoleon scanned the streets for her; all he did was turn around for a second to talk to the child tugging on his sleeve, and she was gone. 'Where did she go?' It was broad daylight, and she seemingly vanished. The panic was rising, and he began to quicken his pace, looking through the alleyways. He circled back around, and Isaac, who was sitting on a stone ledge teaching a group of children, circled him and tilted his head when he saw the worry in Napoleon's expression—a deep crease between his brows. "That's all for today, kids; we'll have a longer session later." Aww." Several kids said in unison who enjoyed Issac's lessons. 

Isaac put his hands on his knees, bending down. "Sometimes you have to be there for people when they need you. To show them that they are important to you, and give them your support when they are having a bad day or worried or whatever the case may be. Remember always to be kind. My friend needs me right now, so I will walk over to him and help him with whatever is troubling him." The kids clapped, and Isaac smiled as he closed the book and stood up. 

Issac walked over to Napoleon. "What's the matter?" Napoleon looked at Issac, panicked. "_ _ _ and I had come out to do some shopping. I turned away for a second, and she was gone; I looked all over. I've gone everywhere I can think of. I don't know where she went." Issac pondered momentarily, thinking of places she could have wandered to. "Did you look in the bakery? She loves sweet things." Napoleon's eyes lit up; why hadn't he thought of that? "I'll go with you," Issac stated; he wasn't about to let his friend try to find her alone. "Thank you, Issac." Issac squeezed Napoleon's shoulder, conveying his support. The two men walked to the bakery, still scanning the streets, hoping she might appear.

Issac opened the door to the bakery, holding it open for Napoleon, and disappointment washed over him when she wasn't there. Issac approached the owner and described her appearance, asking if she'd seen her, "I know who you're talking about, but I haven't seen her in a while. I'm sorry." Issac's stomach knotted in worry, "Thank you." As they left, she called out to them, "I hope you find her." 

After stopping by the bakery, they looked at the library and various other shops but had no luck. They began looking down alleyways when Issac noticed a yellow ribbon on the ground. "Napoleon, wasn't she wearing a ribbon just like that this morning?" Napoleon walked closer, standing next to Issac. "Yes, it matched her dress." He picked up the ribbon and put it in his trousers pocket. "Let's keep going," Napoleon stated as he looked down the alleyway, which seemed never-ending. Both of them, too worried to voice their concern they, carried on trudging down the alleyway. 

Issac wasn't a fighter. He had never wielded a sword. His defenses were in knowledge. What if someone had taken her? What could he do? Outwit them with math equations? Still, even if he wouldn't be helpful in combat, he wasn't going to abandon Napoleon and let him do this on his own. 

As they edged further, Napoleon stopped, and a look of horror was in his eyes. "Napoleon?" Issac questioned what Napoleon was staring at when he followed his line of sight; he saw a puddle of blood, and the scent wafted to his nostrils. "Napoleon, it's fresh," Issac stated. Being a Demi vampire sometimes has its disadvantages. He didn't have the abilities the others did. It was a godsend to have Issac here with him. The blood had his throat burning. Issac knew he had to keep going for Napoleon and _ _ _. He couldn't lose it and feed off whatever unsuspecting victim he could find. "Let's keep going Issac whispered, trying to keep his bloodlust at bay. 

They pushed forward, foot in front of foot, seeing tiny speckles of blood. Finally, they came out the other side of the alleyway. The bright sunlight blinded them. "I won't go with you!" Their ears tingled with the sound of her distress. Napoleon put his hand on the hilt of his sword. As their eyes adjusted, they saw her. Her forearm trickled blood as she was kicking and hitting the man who had a tight hold on her. 

She bit down hard on the wrist of her captor, and his grasp loosened on her. She pushed him with all the strength she had and ran off. Issac held out his hand, bringing her to him before she ran past him. In her panicked state, she started fighting him as well, but he had a firm grip on her arm that wasn't injured. "Calm down, look at me. It's Issac." She stilled and looked up, "Issac?" 

He nodded, "It's me." She buried herself into his embrace as he wrapped her in his arms. "I'm safe, you're safe," she said, not telling Isaac but telling herself. Napoleon unsheathed his sword and pointed it at her captor. "Take her home!" Isaac didn't need to be told twice and helped her walk down the street and into a waiting carriage. 

 His grip was firm on her waist as he climbed in after her. He sat next to her. "Let me bandage your arm." His throat burned at the scent of her blood, but he was too focused to acknowledge it. He ripped his sleeve and wrapped the fabric around her wound, tying a knot as he finished it. The adrenaline left her body, her eyes fluttered shut, and she leaned against Issac's chest, falling asleep. He lifted his arm over her shoulder to let her feel a sense of security.

When they returned to that mansion, he lifted her, cradling her head against his chest, and her legs draped over his arms. As he carried her to her room, it didn't go unnoticed by the other residents. Arthur, who was in his room writing, put his pen back into the ink and came out of the room. When he saw what was happening, his heart sank. With hurried steps, he walked to her bedroom. Issac laid her on the bed, removed her shoes, and covered her up. Comte and Leo came in. "What happened? "Comte asked. "I'm not sure; Napoleon said they were out shopping, and she disappeared when he wasn't looking. We found her with a man trying to force her into a carriage." He sighed, "She fought hard," He said, looking at Arthur.

"Napoleon is out there by himself. He might need help. I don't know what the situation is. My priority was getting her out of there," Isaac said, looking dejected. Jean put his hand on Isaac's shoulder. You did the right thing, Isaac; where is he? I'll go to him." Isaac explained to Jean where to find Napoleon. 

 Arthur looked down at her, and Theo sensed Arthur's distress. "She's okay, she's home, and we're going to take care of her." Arthur nodded, "Yeah, I know." Theo put his hand on Arthur's shoulder. "This is a special circumstance, so I'm going to just say it. We all know you two have feelings for each other; it's not hard to miss. Right now, she needs you, Arthur." Comte said, "The rest of us will help Napoleon; I want you to focus on her. I've called my physician to look at her arm. He'll be here soon." Arthur nodded. "O-okay," Comte gave him a small smile. "She's going to recover quickly." Everyone piled out of the room, leaving Arthur and Sebastian alone. "I'll bring you some coffee." Arthur didn't agree or disagree. He just let Sebastian do what he needed to do. Arthur wasn't sure if he could speak the words even if Sebastian had asked.

Being in the room alone made Arthur a little uncomfortable. He wasn't quite sure what to do. Arthur had always been the one to treat the sick, but being on the other side was both a relief and a frustration. Finally, he moved the chair from her desk to sit beside her bed. When Sebastian came in, he brought Arthur coffee along with rogue. He placed them on the bedside table. "She is bleeding. We can't have you losing control, no matter how much self-control you have." Arthur reached for the rouge, acknowledging that Sebastian was right. He gulped it down without a word, then licked his lips. 

Sebastian took the rogue from Arthur. "In our time, they say it helps people heal to hear the voices of those they love even when asleep." Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Really?" Sebastian smiled, then averted his eyes to her and put his hand over hers. "I hope you wake up soon." He squeezed her hand. It tugged at Arthur's heart to know how she's touched every one of them. "If you need anything, I'll be here." Arthur nodded, "Thank you, Sebas." Sebastian gave Arthur a long nod before leaving and shutting the door.

 "I guess everyone knows how we feel about each other; I know how I feel; I wasn't certain about you." He sighed, "I care about you a great deal." He leaned forward, took her hand, and gently kissed it. Then, he put his forehead on her hand when he heard a knock on the door. He lifted his head but still had his hand wrapped around hers. Sebastian and the doctor walked in. "Good evening. I'm just going to take a look at your lady friend." Arthur felt oddly possessive over her but had to push it down. He knew the doctor was here to help but couldn't control the new emotion. 

Arthur stood up and backed away, standing next to Sebastian to give the doctor space. His eyes immediately went to her arm. "Stitches are going to be in order here." The doctor's eyes lifted from her to Arthur and Sebastian. "Has she woken up at all?" Arthur shook his head. "It hasn't been that long since she was brought home." The doctor looked back down to the wound on her arm. "I'll need one of you to hold her down if she wakes up. I can't have her thrashing while I'm giving her stitches. Arthur wrapped his hand tightly around her free hand and pressed down on her shoulder. The doctor cleaned the wound and laid out his supplies. "Okay, here we go." As soon as the needle pierced her skin, her eyes popped open, and she groaned from the pain. "You're okay, luv. The doctor here is just fixing up that nasty cut on your arm." She nodded and winced each time a new stitch was made. 

Arthur held her eyes in his, then finally, "All set, that was a pretty nasty cut. Do you mind if I finish your examination while you're awake?" She cleared her throat "o-okay" she said with a hoarse voice. She sat up, and he finished the examination. "You look good." He sat down. "You went through a lot today; feeling exhausted is perfectly normal. It's going to take some time before you feel normal again." She nodded, "Thank you." The doctor smiled. "I'll return to take out those stitches in a few weeks." Sebastian smiled and walked with the doctor to see him out. She looked over at Arthur. "Napoleon, is he okay?" Arthur smiled. "I can see if he's back yet. I'll be right back, luv." He says to her as he strokes her cheek.

When the door opened, three men entered: Arthur, Napoleon, and Issac. Napoleon smiled at the sight of her. "I'm sorry to both of you." She looked between Napoleon and Issac. She swallowed. "Thank you for finding me and bringing me home." Napoleon took her hand and sat on the bed. "The men that tried to take you have been arrested; this won't happen to anyone ever again. "Thank you, Napoleon, you're a good man." He squeezed her hand, and she choked back tears. "I don't know what they wanted with me." Napoleon grimaced, "I don't know either." Napoleon replied, "Some people are just sick and twisted." She bit her lip. "Oh, I have something of yours." She looked at him curiously, and Napoleon pulled the ribbon from his pocket. "We found this on the ground in the alley. I think it'll get clean if we scrub it." Napolean says as he looks at how dirty it is while he hands it to her. She mustered a smile. "Thank you."

She glances at Issac." Issac," She says his name with a shaky voice. She was close to tears but was forcing herself to hold back. His attention was on her, and she held her hand to him. He walked to the edge of her bed, standing next to Napoleon. He took her hand. "Thank you for saving me." Issac's eyes wavered. "I didn't do much," Arthur laughed. "He's modest." She latched her eyes on Issac's. His rosy hues searched hers. "But you did. You made me feel safe, and you took care of my arm." She squeezed his hand tightly as he stood there stunned. "You are a special friend to me, Issac, and what you did for me today means so much to me." Tears ran down her face with emotion. "I was so scared, and there you were." Arthur and Napoleon watched silently as she poured her heart out to Issac. 

"How are you like this?" He asked her with curiosity. "You went through a life-altering event, and you're thanking me?" Finally, he smiled, "You are a special friend to me, too." He repeated her words back to her. He could see how tired she still looked, and he released her hand, putting it on the bed and patting the top. "You need to rest" She knew he was right, her whole body ached with fatigue. "Will you come back later?" A knot formed in Arthur's stomach. Had she loved Issac this entire time? Had he been chasing after her in vain? "Yes," His gaze went to Napoleon and Arthur. "Shall we?" They all walked out of the room, and Arthur took a long look at her before closing the door.

[her-devils-advocate]

Calm me through the storm.

♥. Genre: Comfort

♥. pairings: Napoleon/MC

♥. content warnings: None

♥. notes: Migraine sick!fic.

♥. Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44522512

♥. Word count: 429

“Nunuche…?”

Napoleon slowly closed the heavy wooden door behind him, making sure to be as quiet as possible as he glanced around his room. The curtains were creased, clearly drawn in a rush as gentle beams of the evening sun break through them, falling down on the unimpressed lump currently taking over his bed.

He chuckles at the sight before making his way over to the bed, doing his best to avoid making too much noise before sitting on the edge, one hand placed on top of the small lump under the covers as it slowly stirs under his touch.

“You know, Nunuche, I’m the one who’s apparently supposed to be cowering from the sunlight. I’m also the one who’s supposed to be sleeping until noon.” 

His low voice rouses her from under the covers, his smiling falling in concern the moment he sees her. Her eyes are dull and half closed as she winces at the light assaulting her eyes.

She begins to curl up in a small ball, forcing her head into tightly curled fists. The pressure against the most painful part of her head doing very little to relieve the pain currently attacking her system. Letting out a loud sob from within her curled position, she presses harder as her entire body begins to shiver. Desperately hoping for something to free her of the suffering which now holds her tightly within its oppressive grip.

Before she could cause an injury or more pain upon her already miserable head, a gentle hand is placed on top of her shoulder. The feather light touch would have been easily missed if it weren’t for the calming strokes which accompanied it.

“Another migraine, mon amour?”

Pity flows through his voice as he softly glides his hand through her hair as she nods pitifully, brushing it out of her face as his free hand pulls hers away. Holding them gently to prevent her from causing any more pain to her head as she waits for the migraine to calm.

He slowly runs his fingers over her forehead, smoothing away her pained frown as he helps her to relax. His fingers massaging small circles into her skin while his other hand squeezes hers reassuringly.

“I’ll let Sebas know that you will be taking the day off tomorrow, but for now, just rest. I will be here if you need anything, Nunuche.”

Positioning her carefully so that her head rests against his chest, Napoleon smiles gently as she begins to fall asleep before pressing a small kiss on the top of her head.

[whatever-fanfics]

Reading Material~

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Ikemen vampire x reader

Napoleon x reader

Contains: Slight Nsfw, talk of nsfw, talk of nsfw towards end

🚫Minors DNI🚫

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He sighed exhausted from the day tossing his jacket to the side. His gaze wandered to you on the bed. Enraptured some novel.

"Nunuche?" he asks as he walks over to you

"Huh? Hey" you put it down for a second, to greet him with a kiss on his cheek.

"Sorry I'm reading this book" you nod towards it while he crawled over to sit next to you.

"Must be good" he sighs out using his elbow to lean up on the pillows

"Not really no" you start

“I wanted to see if it gets better, the idea is cool execution not so much.” you start going into the entire explanation.

“Like he asks her out in front of her friend who is interested in him. And she’s just like okay”

“EXCUSE ME WHAT?!?!”

“Clear violation”

-“how so?”

“It’s like having sex with your best friends wife”

He scrunches his nose in disdain

“Exactly, and more then half the stuff he says on the first date would have me running”

“Oh put my mouth on yours, excuse you sir?”

���I can make you-woah”

“It’s like red flag after red flag”

He listens with a light smile playing on his cheeks as he listens to your rant unsure of how he could find you any more adorable then you are now.

“But there are some scenes I'm trying to figure out”

-“???”

“Uh-here!” You flip through the pages and excitedly shove the book in his face

he leans back as his eyes adjust quickly

“Like, how do you bend like that?”

Napoleon inhales as he reads the first few lines of, what is probably, the most raunchy smutty lines he had ever read in his life.

-“Nunuche”

“Yeah?”

-“People write this?”

“Yeah???”

-“and they don’t get arrested or jailed?”

Ohhhh you thought

“Well it has to be given the proper age rating, but basically yeah”

-“...”

"Napoleon?" you wonder, completely oblivious to his intentions

he sighed and gently took the book from your hands reading a few lines before throwing hazardously across the room

If you don't know maybe he can teach you.

“Napoleon! I haven’t saved my page!”

-“page 113, he pulls her close and slowly but surely tears her shirt apart from the back down, then he kisses his way from her teasing lips down to her neck and finally he makes his way down to her perked nipples…”

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[natimiles]

❀ ⋅ ♬ ⋅ ♡ ⋅ IKEVAMP EDITS ⋅ ♡ ⋅ ♬ ⋅ ❀

You’re free to use the icons and wallpapers. The only thing I ask is: don't re-upload them as your own.

Moodboards:

Mozart

Birthday Countdown

Arthur

12 Days of Arthur (Day 9: something new/blue)

Happy Birthday

Isaac

Birthday Countdown

Isaac&MC Wedding

Arthur&Isaac

Picnic Date

Vincent

Sunflower

Happy Birthday

Theo

Sugar (Happy Birthday)

Jean&Vincent

Their Wedding Day

Shakespeare

Join me upon the stage, my muse

Comte

Golden

Mitsuki (MC)

She’s like a summer snowflake

Songs that remind me of them:

Arthur, Charles & Leonardo

Jean & Dazai

Alice, Mai & Mitsuki (The MCs)

Icons:

The “get yourself a man who can do both” (Isaac, Mozart, Arthur, Jean, Vincent, Theo and Napoleon)

The “get yourself a man who can do both” - Part 2 (Charles, Comte, Dazai, Faust, Leonardo, Sebastian, Shakespeare and Vlad)

Miscellaneous:

Jean's Wallpapers (Birthday Celebration)

Voice Actors: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Arthur&Isaac matching piercings

Arthur&Isaac matching nails

Arthur's eyes appreciation (birthday celebration)

Side blog for edits:

@natimiles-edits (headers, dividers and graphics for ikemen)

[chirp-a-chirp]

Ikemen Vampire: Revolve

Isaac Newton • Isaac x MC (Mitsuki) • Tags: Fluff; wearing significant other’s clothes; teaching; star gazing • Word Count: ~1850 • Triggers: None • Rating: PG (one tiny PG-13 scene for our beloved wolf in sheep’s clothing) • Brief appearances by Napoleon and Arthur

Description: A meaningful exchange of gifts for Isaac and his love. For @fang-and-feather in the My Ikemen Valentine Gift Exchange (thanks again @ikemenlibrary for hosting 🥰)! Quotes from Isaac’s route are in bold text.

Fluff Rating: *Carefully measures a teaspoon of sugar, promptly discards it and dumps entire bowl of sugar into mouth

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Revolve: To move in a circular or curving orbit around a central point.

Alternate description: To think about or center on with singular focus.

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The children were more rambunctious than usual this week. Several small hands clung to Isaac’s clothes as he knelt, drawing in the dirt. A stick made circular paths around a yellow ball with colored marbles in each dirt trail—a crude but effective solar system appearing before everyone’s eyes. A nagging feeling at the back of Isaac’s head told him the lesson should have been over long ago, but he was too engrossed to truly notice.

Isaac’s hands moved dramatically as he launched into the lecture, calculations running in his head. “And so you see, the Earth ROTATES on its axis but REVOLVES around the sun—“

“What’s THAT?” A blonde boy poked at Isaac’s neck, gesturing at two redden marks dotting his skin.

Isaac hastily fixed his shirt collar, a fierce blush creeping past his ears. His mind instantly recalled the evening with Mitsuki that caused those marks, and the soft sweet voice that accompanied it. His hand gravitated towards his pants pocket at the thought of Mitsuki, and the gift he planned to give her nestled within it. He wasn’t sure how to properly express what he felt for her—it was too encompassing, too vast to be explained with words. But the gift was a start.

The blonde boy continued to poke Isaac’s neck, pulling him from his musings. “I-it’s a rash William!” Isaac prayed the fib would deter the boy’s probing.

“There’s a mark on the other side of his neck too!” William’s younger brother pulled back Isaac’s collar, revealing a third blossoming mark. “Is it contagious?”

“No! Could you politely NOT do that?” Isaac adjusted his tie and shirt so all of his neck was covered. He pressed his hand to his temple and gestured to the yellow ball, desperate to get back to the lecture. “The sun here is—“

“I hope Miss Mitsuki doesn’t catch that rash.” A doe-eyed girl stared at Issac. “Professor, will Miss Mitsuki be alright?”

“I hope so Nicole,” another girl chirped. “Professor Isaac’s life revolves around her.”

“That’s not the revolving we’re talking about here!” Nicole tittered.

“Napoleon!” Isaac’s blush reached peak intensity. Instinctively, he curled into a ball while crouching over his feet. His eyes lowered to the ground that he wished would open up and swallow him whole. Not that he was embarrassed about his relationship with Mitsuki. On the contrary, what Isaac had with her was everything he’d wanted but thought was out of reach—warmth, acceptance, understanding. He just wished particular aspects of that warmth weren’t so noticeable to others.

“Sometimes you have to fight your own battles.” Napoleon lowered his wooden sword, signaling to his students that the lesson was temporarily suspended. He walked over to Isaac and ruffled his hair. “However, I see the enemy has you greatly outnumbered.”

Isaac groaned as the children laughed. He unfurled his body and was about to resume his lecture until he looked at his watch and jumped up. “It’s way past time. I have to go!” Isaac made his excuses and left quickly, promising to pick up the lesson next week.

As Isaac trotted away, William sought Napoleon. “Did we do a good job?”

“You did wonderfully, mon petit soldat!” Napoleon beamed at William and the other children. “You all did. Professor Isaac doesn’t suspect a thing. You kept him here an extra 30 minutes. That should give Mitsuki enough time.”

“Is Professor Isaac ok?” Nicole worried her lip. “His neck looked awfully—“

“Mitsuki will take care of him.” The corner of Napoleon’s mouth quirked. “Rest assured.”

…

Isaac raced back to the Mansion. As he made his way past the front door and towards his room, he thanked his lucky stars he encountered no one to bother him.

“Newt old boy!”

Never mind. Arthur strolled by Isaac, his tongue wagging. Arthur’s eyes trained on Isaac’s furtive movements—Isaac didn’t bother to hide his desire to leave as he continued walking.

“You’re not the only one who’s eager! I just passed by your room. Our Mitsuki awaits with anticipation.”

“Not OUR. That’s enough from you.” Irritated, Isaac brushed past Arthur.

“Yes, yes, you should make haste. She’s quite in a precarious position. All for your sake, old chap.” Arthur’s eyes sparkled.

There were endless possibilities to what Arthur could mean. Isaac tugged a lock of hair and moved faster, not bothering to reply back.

“Oh, you’ll appreciate it Newt.” Arthur’s chuckled quietly as he watched Isaac hurry down the hall.

When Isaac finally made his way to his room, the first thing he noticed was the partially open door. He opened it fully before closing it quietly behind him. What he saw next made his mouth drop in complete surprise.

In the center of the room was Mitsuki, standing on an A-frame ladder. Her eyes concentrated intently as she took a paint brush and pressed the brush’s tip repeatedly on the ceiling. Though she clearly dipped the brush in a nearby paint-can, no visible paint appeared on the ceiling.

She wore one of Isaac’s old shirts he thought he’d thrown out—a sort of makeshift paint smock. The sleeves were rolled up to her elbows and the top two buttons were undone, unveiling a trail of love marks from her neck towards her chest. The shirttails barely covered her hips and upper thighs.

“There! It’s finished!” Mitsuki clapped her hands in satisfaction. Her joy was so apparent that it made Isaac want to bask in it for as long as possible. Mitsuki began to make her way down the ladder when she suddenly slipped.

“Waaaaah!”

Mitsuki closed her eyes and braced for impact. Instead, she found herself in the arms of her very anxious lover. Isaac stumbled awkwardly and tumbled with her on the bed. The ladder and paint-can somehow remained upright.

“What in God’s name were you doing?!” Isaac’s voice was breathless as his hands roamed Mitsuki’s body, checking for injuries. Both laid on the bed on their sides in a heap of tangled limbs. Arthur’s previous comments echoed in his brain. “And wearing JUST this with the door open!”

“I was finishing your gift.” Mitsuki pouted, mildly embarrassed. “The door was PARTIALLY open due to paint fumes. I only needed 5 minutes more to surprise you completely.”

“I’m ALREADY surprised! Why must you always risk yourself?” Having found no obvious injuries, Isaac pulled Mitsuki towards him, huffing against her shoulder.

“I always seem to worry you.” Mitsuki carded her fingers through his hair to soothe his nerves. “It’s not my intent, I promise.”

Isaac pulled back slightly, his eyes roaming up and down her body. “Why are you wearing this?” There were plenty of paint smocks available that Vincent could have easily provided.

“It’s yours.” Mitsuki looked at Isaac with heat. “I wanted to feel you. It even smells of spring and black tea like you do.” Mitsuki curled a finger under the collar of the shirt Isaac wore and loosened his tie. With a smile, Mitsuki added. “Although, I much prefer you in the flesh.”

Isaac’s heart leapt at her words. “You, you really are so—“ The remainder of his words were forgotten as her lips pressed against his, a rush of warmth and pleasure flooding them both. Isaac’s mouth quickly poured everything into these kisses, open and eager. Mitsuki’s moans electrified him, her mewls driving him to seek more. He groaned against her lips as she hooked his hip with one of her legs to pull him closer. Mitsuki’s hand began to traverse down his chest towards the waistband of his pants when she noticed a bulge…not where she expected it.

“Isaac?” Mitsuki gasped in surprise—both at Isaac’s fingers as they crept up her thighs and at her discovery. “Is there something in your pocket?”

Pink dusted Isaac’s cheeks. A muffled groan left his lips at Mitsuki’s knowing chuckle. He lifted her wandering hand and laughed softly.

“If you want to be reminded of me, perhaps you should wear this instead.” Fishing inside his pocket, Isaac placed a watch on Mitsuki’s left wrist.

The watch’s band was leather, a dark brown reminding Mitsuki of the bark of cherry blossom trees. The clock face was pure white, with a series of three raised white dots in the middle that looked similar to the buttons of Mitsuki’s everyday blouse. The hour and minute hands were the same tint as Isaac’s eyes. Isaac nuzzled his cheek against her palm before kissing it gently.

“You are the first Mitsuki—first I’ve ever laughed with, first I’ve felt at peace with, first I’ve felt possessive of. My life revolves around you. I cannot imagine a life without your presence. So please—share what time you have with me.”

Mitsuki interlaced her fingers with his, kissing each in turn. “I told you once before and I’ll say it again. My time? You can have all of it.”

Isaac buried his face in the crook of her neck, overwhelmed by her response. A shuttering sigh escaped his lips as he left a trail of kisses across her neck and shoulders.

“Wait, wait! Before we continue, let me show you my gift. Keep lying down, but look at the ceiling.” Mitsuki got up from the bed; Isaac reached out towards her, missing her touch. “Don’t worry, I’m staying in this room. Just…please close your eyes until I tell you to open them.”

Isaac complied, quietly baffled but very curious. He heard window curtains moving and lights being adjusted. The bed sheets crumpled around him as he felt Mitsuki lay next to him.

“OK, open them.”

Upon opening his eyes, Isaac was stunned. The room was now encased in mostly shadow, but the ceiling was littered with tons of bright illuminated dots. In the darkened room, the ceiling appeared to be an inky black sky, surrounded by the heavens.

Mitsuki turned to Isaac. Though the room was dark, she could see Isaac’s outline and features up close. “With your recent university position, helping Napoleon with his students, and your own independent research, we haven’t had time to stargaze like we used to.”

“So,” Mitsuki tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. “I decided to bring the stars to us.”

Isaac stared at the ceiling in wonder. “How did you do this?”

“Leonardo created the paint. It looks nearly invisible in the daylight. But in the dark, you see this.”

“I can’t believe you—“ Mitsuki placed a finger on his lips.

“You’re Isaac. And you’re worth it.”

Her words sunk in, enveloping him in a winding warmth. He repositioned his body, his forehead resting on hers. “One thing about stars—however pretty, they remain far away. But you—you’re always here.”

Mitsuki squeezed Isaac’s hand, hearing his unspoken words. “You aren’t alone. Not anymore. I’m here to watch clouds, stars, constellations—anything that brings you joy.”

With a soft, boyish smirk, Isaac cupped her face before leaning closer. “Then let me watch you instead.”

[fang-and-feather]

My first fic for @polyamships' Multiamory March

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Rating: G

Category: F/M, M/M, Multi

Relationship: Napoleon Bonaparte/Sebastian/MC (mostly Sebastian x Napoleon Centered)

Prompt(s): Kiss

Tags: Fluff, Developing Relationship, First Kiss, Unnamed Female MC, Sebastian's POV

Words: 621

Summary: Akihiko wasn't used to be so visible lost, but it was hard to let go of the role he'd taken for his job for years and the admiration he had for Napoleon for years, to focus on the fact the ex-emperor was now his boyfriend and take the first step on their relationship.

There are characters I get the hang of writing them from the start, sometimes without even reading much about them. Sebastian is one of the hit or miss ones, though, I still need to get used writing him... Especially in something like this.

Also that time I thought of writing an angsty alternative to a fic I was writing... I think this would be the happy ending.

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Having Napoleon as his boyfriend was like a fantasy. His admiration for the ex-emperor had turned into a crush after they met. But it was like a celebrity crush, an attraction to someone unattainable. Besides, he noticed quickly, his heart still belonged to someone else. His ex-girlfriend, who fell back into his life after years, only to fall in love with Napoleon herself.

And now he was here, with both of them, who fought hard for him. The ones who changed his world. He never thought he would be committing himself to a relationship, let alone to two people, the old lover he thought he lost and his longtime hero.

Even if he was expecting the kiss, even after all the discussions about this relationship, and all the progress they made, the fact that Napoleon was purposefully kissing him was enough to make him freeze, his mind unable to process the overwhelming amount of thoughts and emotions rushing through.

Napoleon broke the contact with a playful smile, but despite catching the movement, Sebastian took longer to realize the kiss had ended. Hard to when the warmth lingered on his lips and his mind was still lost in the ecstasy of it.

“Why do you look so surprised?” Napoleon laughed.

It really wasn’t the first time Napoleon kissed him, in fact, he had accidentally kissed nearly everyone in the mansion, but he did so while asleep. It was the first time the kiss had been on purpose. The first time there were actual feelings behind it.

“I think you crashed him.” He barely registered her words before she was standing before him. “Will this reboot you?” And she looped her arms around his neck and kissed him. “I know our boyfriend is strikingly hot, but you’ll just have to get used to it.” She whispered in his ear.

She was right. The idea of someone like Napoleon liking him was shocking, but it was real, and he would have to get used to it.

Easier said than done. And his response was to kiss her back, surprising her.

“Like you got used to me?” He whispered when she blushed and looked away.

“This is different. You caught me by surprise.” She kissed him again, then pulled away and turned to Napoleon, giving him a gentle peck. “I’ll let you boys to get better acquitted.” She left the room with a playful wink at them.

There was silence after their girlfriend was gone. With Napoleon curiously studying him, Akihiko took a deep breath, trying to regain control of his emotions.

She was right. He had to get used to direct attention from Napoleon. Get more comfortable with his boyfriend.

Just because he felt like a young girl who finally got attention from her crush, didn’t mean he had to act like one.

“Do I intimidate you that much?” Napoleon asked, still sounding playful.

“No, Monsieur. I…”

Napoleon kissed him.

“As much as I wouldn’t mind being called that in other circumstances, this is not like you. I am your partner now, too. You can treat me like you do her.”

The same as he did their girlfriend? He was sure that was not how a multi relationship like this worked, but it helped him focus on the man before him less as The Napoleon Bonaparte and more as his boyfriend.

Before he could lose himself to that wonder again, Akihiko bridged the gap between them, threading his fingers through Napoleon’s silky locks, surprised at how his boyfriend stayed so docile under his touch, and remained so when pulled into a new kiss.

And their first step into this new life tasted faintly of strawberries and cinnamon, from the desserts they had made earlier.

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