#napoleon x reader

[darknessisafriend]

Napoleon x Reader Relationship HC

Napoleon is the kind of man not interested in love at first, he rather prefers strong and faithful friendships. Which actually would make him a little clueless at first about your intentions. He is a man of many ambitions; he would put most of his energy into work rather than courting. Let’s say usually Napoleon is the one to be courted.  

He would be even a little shy at first, preferring to face battle rather than the intimacy of a relationship. Napoleon had been in a school for boys, handled by monks, he wouldn’t know how to approach you, how to make you feel he might feel more than just friendship for you. He would often invite you out or to his place, watching you the whole time with a lovesick gaze and yet, not daring to say a thing about his feelings.

Napoleon had the reputation of not being well mannered and that was true, once you would get into an intimate friendship or love story, he would show his real side, where he is more comfortable.

Napoleon would take his time, for a long time sticking to a chaste relationship to get to know you, to enjoy eating cherries with you with watching swans flirt on the Seine. Despite his roughness he was a romantic at heart, often sending you poetic letters where he expressed how much he would miss while he was away.

He would be a man of passion and devotion. Once he would be in a relationship with you, he would do far more than just spend his time with you, you would be his first ally, his advisor. How many decisions he would take for you. More than he would dare to admit, but women always had a strong impact in his personal life, his mother first and perhaps he was searching for a similar power play.

Napoleon is the kind of lover that would fill all your desires, a bigger house? Trees in the garden? A trip? He would do it. As you went to bed, he would tenderly wake you up in the morning to show you the surprise he did for you during the night. After all he didn’t sleep much, and his best ideas always came up during the time. “Is my queen happy?” he would ask, holding you by the waist with a small smile, placing kisses in your neck, more and more playful each time.

He would be clumsy, naïve in terms of relationship with the opposite gender. It means that he…well he would have a lot to learn on how to please a woman in a life and when intimate. You would pretty much make his education. But he would be willing to learn, and he would be fond of sex in general, very fond.

However, Napoleon would be the kind of man often getting absorbed into his work. His plans would take such space in his head that he needed to lay them on paper. So, often you would find yourself alone in bed, waiting endlessly for him to the point you would send your butler after him. Napoleon would simply reply that you should sleep, that he was busy. He would only join you at the first morning lights. After a while you would get used to it, it didn’t mean you didn’t matter to him, but simply that he needed to make peace with his mind to fully dedicate himself to you.

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[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.

[art-of-love-and-war]

Can I ask for Napoleon, Nobunaga, but especially MASAMUNE and MITSUHIDE being called cute by his s/o? In the current event the reader called Masamune cute and he was No, I’m not cute! But I can’t help to think they are cute, very cute. Your headcanon a are very good, I like them, keep working please ❤️❤️❤️

Characters: Napoleon Bonaparte | Oda Nobunaga | Date Masamune | Akechi Mitsuhide  Rating: General.  Word count: 1,231 words  Warning/s: None Author note: Howdy! I’m so sorry this took me so long to write, but I’m writing this at work lmao, please get me out of here. 

[୨୧] — Napoleon Bonaparte

Cute? Him? 

Of course, he is. 

When you call him cute he just blinks a couple of times, making you think maybe he didn’t like that or was taken aback about being called it... 

Him? The Emperor? Called “cute” by his sweet nunuche? 

He just does a big smile, and puts his hands under his chin, mimicking a sweet cherubim. “Am I the cutest?” 

This only makes you laugh until your tummy hurts too much.

And Napoleon only keeps pressing about it. “What am I not cute?” while making an exaggerated sad face.

He starts chuckling then, asking you if he is really cute. And just as you thought, he would never in his life (lives?) have been called cute and he is happy you are the first one to think so.

Honestly, he does a lot of cute things, like kiss you the first thing he wakes up, and speak nonsense. 

Hell, you could pull up his hair in pigtails and he’d own it, calling himself cute. 

Also, I can imagine him pondering it sometimes. Like, in the kitchen. 

Sebas is polishing the silver while Napoleon cooks, and when he needs to wait for food to be ready, he leans against the counter and asks. “Sebas, do you think I’m cute?”

Sebas wants to say yes, but he forces himself to say no and instead asks about what brought the question. 

“Hm, never mind. Just thinking about some nunuche.”

[୨୧] — Oda Nobunaga

If you call him cute I can imagine him as the type who shot circuits at the thought of himself being cute.

He ponders and reflects if he has done things that might be classified as “cute” lately. 

Then with his face twisted, eyebrows scrunched up together, lips pressed into a thin line. 

“You are growing bolder every day by now, daring to call me cute, fireball.” 

Says the man who uses his haori as an invisibility cape whenever he wants to sneak out and steal konpeito from the kitchen. 

Says the man who stole your teddy bear because it amused him. 

There are things of him that are terrifying, yes, and thankfully, he has learned to be more human about certain traits of himself, thanks to you. 

You just believe, after learning of his story and life before meeting you, that he is still just a child at heart.

Oh, but if you insist that he is cute, be prepared. 

He’d get all dominant, like the conqueror he is, towering over you with a dark smile. 

“I. Am. Not. Cute.”

You battle this by reaching out, as fast as lightning, and touching the tips of his ears, making him cringe away from you while covering his ears, his cheeks turning into the most lovely shade of pink. 

“Yes, you are.”

[୨୧] — Date Masamune

Oh, to tame the wild tiger.

In my head, Masamune is just like a tiger, yes, but the type of tiger that if left with a cardboard box nearby, will sit if it fits. 

He also loves to deny that he is so adorable it makes butterflies bat their wings violently in your stomach because it only makes him cuter. 

When you tell him out loud that he is cute, he looks beyond offended. 

How. Dare. You. (...Tell the truth). 

This makes a game of “No, you” start between you two, where he is deemed to lose. 

You only reach to pinch his cheeks, tugging at his face affectionately while trying to make the harsh frown on his face disappear while he does the same to you. 

I can imagine him being bothered about it, he just wants to play a brave front and be the perfect leader for his clan and people, he cannot be cute. 

You beg to differ, he only is cute with you, and you are glad you are the only one who gets to see him like that.

Though, he is too hard-headed to admit it. 

He is very insistent when you keep calling him cute. “No, I am not!” it's such a great way to tease him and make his cheeks go red and his usually wild personality become coy. 

These kinds of arguments always end up in one of two ways. 

The first one is with him chasing you all over the castle until you say the contrary, the staff, and servants already knowing what was all the spectacle about and even just stepping aside to let you and the lord run. 

The other is with him, cuddling you in bed after a tickle fight he won, taking the place of the big spoon, he hides his face against the crook of your neck, cheeks still tinted red as your words replay in his head. 

“I adore it when you are this cute! It's like you are a big kitty!” 

He hates how warm it makes him inside

[୨୧] — Akechi Mitsuhide 

Where do I start with this man? 

He is…difficult to tease by calling him cute. 

You have already called him “cute” before, comparing him to a white cat that had crossed your path when you were walking through the market. 

Resulting in him, smiling at you (beware, it was the snake smile), which made a heavy weight settle on your tummy. 

But then with his hands imitating cat paws, saying “Meow”. 

You didn’t know if to cringe or if to laugh until you coughed a lung out. 

The way he kept his smile made you wheeze until you were struggling to get air because he kept acting that way.

(He is torturing you this way, by the way)

And he is having the joy of his life by watching you struggle to breathe as you laugh. 

And he is the type to not take it seriously, you are calling him “cute”, and he thinks you are trying to tease him. 

If you stand your ground (after laughing your lungs out), he’d just blink, and you can’t quite read what he is thinking. And that is terrifying.

Mitsuhide honestly doesn’t know how to react to his first instinct is to go blank, thinking of how to respond properly. 

Mostly, because he thinks he is far from cute, and people have found him to be scary with his demeanor, and he doesn’t blame them. He likes to give off that vibe to protect you and himself. 

After his blank expression, he only frowns, “I doubt I can be considered cute, but I believe this is something of you that is rubbing off on me.” 

He smirks after this, noticing the way you blush, having turned the tables.  

You, however, are not happy, you just want to make sure he knows he sometimes is cute! 

He absolutely keeps trying to do everything possible to turn it around every time until you are frustrated, turning your head the moment the door opens. 

You are left staring at Kyubei, who just bows deeply in greeting.

You don’t let the vassal talk before you ask him. “Do you think Mitsuhide is cute?”

Kyubei is sweating bullets at the question, it's not known if it's because of your question or the killer look his master is directing at him. 

Without a word, the vassal decides he doesn’t want that question to be the last one he answers, so he leaves without saying a word, leaving you with an argument unresolved.

[violettduchess]

Congrats once again Violet!! ❤️❤️ I hope you get lots of requests to your liking and have fun!! Thank you for all your hard work and the amazing fics you give us 🙇🏻‍♀️ Can I please have...Napoleon + laughing while kissing? 🥺💕 Gahh im excited!! Have a great day!!

A/N: Here you are @kissmetwicekissmedeadly 💜

Napoleon x reader

WC: 1174

You blame it on the fact that you still haven’t quite gotten the hang of operating an oven from the nineteenth century. You’ve watched Sebastian use it and Napoleon, of course. They make it seem effortless. And yet somehow….your efforts have resulted in your Hato Sabure, traditional Japanese dove-shaped butter cookies, looking less like doves and more like blackened crows. A frustrated sigh shuffles past your lips as you look over your personal baking disaster. All you wanted was to make Napoleon a treat, to thank him for the time he has spent with you. All the walks through town, where he points out little things around the city most people would not glance twice at, introducing you to his students, the ones who stare at him with starry-eyed admiration, and especially for coming to your aid the other night, when you were out too late in a town that is too dark for a lone woman hurrying home by dim streetlight. A shudder runs through you at the memory of that circle of men with their hungry eyes and yellow smiles. And Napoleon, appearing like an avenging angel out of the shadows, scattering them back into the dirty corners of the city from whence they came.

The kitchen clock chimes, shaking you out of your reverie, sending a jolt through you. Napoleon will be back soon! You barely have time to make a fresh batch. Your lips press together in a stark line of determination. You have to try.

And you really, really have to hurry.

The Hato Sabure are a beautiful gold, edged in crispy brown and still warm from the oven when you knock on the door of Napoleon’s room. Your heart surges forward when it swings open and he is there, his jacket hanging over the wooden chair by his desk, his crisp white shirt unbuttoned at the neck.

“Nunuche,” he says with a smile that reaches the beautiful jade of his eyes, warming them like the waters of the South Pacific. “What’s this?” 

You step inside, holding the plate of cookies, willing yourself to steady your breathing in the hopes that your heart will follow suit and settle down. 

“I wanted to thank you for the other night. Therefore…..cookies.”

His smile grows and your heart is beating so wildly at its beauty that your lungs are starting to follow your heart's lead, ignoring your brain's commands to breathe evenly. 

“Cookies are always welcome,” he says in that voice of his, that deep, sonorous voice that melts you like chocolate powder in warm milk. He takes the plate from your outstretched hands, his fingers lightly brushing yours. Your skin tingles at the point of contact, his touch sending tiny fireworks of excitement cartwheeling through you. He sets the plate on his nightstand and sits down on the edge of his bed, reaching for a cookie and eagerly takes a large, enthusiastic bite. 

You watch his expression carefully, your lower lip caught between your teeth. They may just be cookies but they are also a piece of you, your homeland, your history, as well as a token of your affection for him. 

Your admiration. 

Your yearning.

He blinks those beautiful nebulous eyes, his chewing suddenly slowing.

He stifles a polite cough behind one large hand, swallowing the mouthful down. This time his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“They are….unlike anything I have ever tried before.” He takes another bite but you notice the way he tenses while chewing.

Oh no….he doesn’t like them.

Despair floods you, too warm and too quick. It leaves you dizzy as you step forward, taking a cookie from the plate and quickly taking a bite. You have to know what's wrong……or they bad...or is it you?

And just as quickly as you bit it, you spit it out with a gasp.

It definitely isn't you.

“They….they’re so salty!” You stare down at the cookie, feeling betrayed and then despair gives way to horror. You were in such a rush to make a new batch….and the salt was in an identical crystal bowl as the sugar…..

“Napoleon, don’t eat anymore! I mixed up salt and sugar!”

“Dieu merci”, he mutters, setting down the half-eaten monstrosity and then at the look on your face, his eyes widen. “Nunuche?”

You can’t help it. You've started laughing. “You….were eating that horrible thing. My god. I am so sorry….I…” Your words are being swallowed by your relieved giggles. The cookies were truly awful. It really wasn’t you. 

Your laughter sparks his own and he reaches out, taking your hands in his and pulls you down onto the edge of the bed next to him. The sound is warm and welcoming and when mingled with yours, it's music to your ears. 

“Y-you were going to keep eating that…that…salt lick, weren’t you?” The idea of him choking down those terrible accidents fills you with equal parts amusement, affection and admiration of his kindness. 

He squeezes your hands, nodding even as he laughs, his gaze downcast as he takes in the sight of your hands in his, a perfect fit. When he looks up, you’re still laughing, softly, eyes bright as you meet his gaze. And then like magnets, you’re both leaning in at the same time, unable to resist each other’s pull, hands gripping each other tightly as the laughter trickles away at the press of his lips to yours. 

Your heart explodes with sunlight, warmth spilling forth from its chambers and filling you with a glow that only he can ignite. A small, final, breathless laugh escapes you and you feel the curve of his smile against your mouth before he begins moving his lips in earnest, his kiss blossoming from something small and contained into something bigger, something new and beautiful and utterly delicious.

When he pulls away, your lips parted in silent protest. He inhales, then gifts you a smile that would brighten even the darkest of midnights. He lifts your hands to his lips, placing a kiss on the top of one, then the other. You allow yourself to be so bold as to run a hand over his soft hair like you’ve been aching to do ever since you laid eyes on him.

“I believe," he murmurs, turning his face to where your raised arm is stroking his hair and placing a kiss on the inside of your forearm, “that this may be the key to removing the taste of your well-intentioned but dreadful treat.”

Again laughter bubbles up from within, from this new-found well of happiness that Napoleon has formed in your heart.

“Is that so?” Your voice is soft with tenderness, effervescent with joy, warm with desire.

He nods, reaching out and winding an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. “Oui. I am sure of it.” His gaze is bright. Playful. Sultry. 

He leans in, capturing your mouth again like the conqueror he is. 

Et tu te rends joyeusement.

And you surrender happily.

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[her-devils-advocate]

Nap the pain away.

♥. Genre: Fluff

♥. pairings: Napoleon/reader

♥. content warnings: None

♥. notes: Napoleon helps you with your period pains with the best way he knows how, a small nap.

This has most likely already been done so many times but after struggling with complications with mine for almost a full month, I wanted to do my own take on how he would look after the MC!

♥. Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45959077

♥. Word count: 749

Gripping the handle of the feather duster so tight that your knuckles grow shockingly pale, you groan to yourself as you hobble towards the wall, lowering down to sit with your back against it. 

You throw the duster down beside you with an unexpected annoyance invading your mood, not trusting your now shaking hands to not accidentally knock over one of Le Comte's expensive decorations.

The day had started well, unusually well considering what you knew was awaiting you, ready to strike when you least expected it. But between watching Theo drown a dozen pancakes in syrup until they were floating and chatting with Jean about his upcoming day at the weapon shop, you had been left hopeful that you would be granted an extra day before the violent storm within showed up to torment you for the next couple of days.

With a few pained murmurs, you bring your knees up to your chest to try and lessen the dull ache within your abdomen as you rest your head on your knees. Sending a silent prayer to anyone listening that the pain remained contained within your abdomen, rather than travelling up and down your back and legs as well. Of course you didn't get as lucky as you had hoped today, your period had struck with a vengeance. Sending shockwaves of dull aches throughout your abdomen and hips, making it a challenge to stand up, let alone walk.

You hold back a groan as you try to stand, only to feel a strong hand on your shoulder, gently keeping you in place as he kneels down to bundle you in his arms instead. Resting your head in the crook of his neck, you smile up at your saviour in a slight daze. Feeling your eyes fall upon him, he looks down at you with a subtle smirk painting his handsome features.

“Looks like you still need me to protect you, nunuche.” He lets out a low chuckle at the mock glare you throw him before his smirk fades into a warm smile. “Come, let's get you settled in bed. You are clearly in no state to continue with the chores, so I’ll let Sebas know that you are taking the next few days off. No protesting.”

You give him a small appreciative hum as he glides through the hallways with you cradled safely within his arms, leading you to his room and delicately placing you upon his bed, taking extra care to keep you still as he tucks you within the silken sheets. His expression is soft as he watches you snuggle into the sheets, inhaling his scent before wincing at the jolt of pain shooting through you. Before you get the chance to speak, you feel warm fingers weaving through your hair.

“Is there anything I can get for you, mon amour? Some chocolates or medicine to help with the pain?” His voice is a low murmur as he continues to glide his fingers through your hair, idly playing with the strands as he does. “I hate how much you suffer with this, I wish there was more I could do for you.”

With a small shake of your head, you lift your gaze to meet his concerned one, giving him your best puppy dog eyes as you open your arms wide, the soft sheets falling down as you reach for him impatiently.  

“If you want to help… Hold me, please?” Before you can say anything else, you feel his strong arms wrap around you as he lays beside you, bringing him to rest against his broad chest. You let out a sigh as you feel his warm hands rest against your abdomen, placing just enough pressure to help ease a small amount of pain. “Thank you, Napo.”

He places a tender kiss upon the top of your head before resting his chin over it. “You don’t need to thank me, you know that I would do anything for you, my nunuche. But for now, get some rest. I find a good nap can help with almost anything.” 

Despite not being able to see his face, you can almost feel the smile as he gets ready for yet another nap. Before you could even pretend to be against the idea, you feel your eyes grow heavy as you melt into his hold, drifting off to sleep within his strong arms, trusting him to fight away your pain until you are rested enough to fight it off yourself.

[wholoveseggs]

I love how the time period is included in the kinks (real)

“The 1800s? Oh honey don’t start I am getting wet; and don’t dare you mention the civil war or Napoleon. You know how wild I can get when the civil war or the little french guy are mentioned 😏”

“Oh yeah the 1920s mhm it’s definitely getting hot in here. Prohibition, the League of Nations, the Red Army’s triumph… oh the 19th amendment… I think I am coming🫦”

This made me laugh so hard, thank you, ily

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It was really hard to pick between all these lovely prompts 🥺🥺❤️❤️ Can't wait to read all of the requests you get! Here's mine: Napoleon + Hugs #11

What a surprise, a Napoleon request from Mo! Actually, the surprise this time is that smut was not requested. I have never written fluff for Napoleon, so here's a first. Hope you enjoy!

Peekaboo - Napoleon Bonaparte x Reader (Ikemen Vampire)

A/N: Part of my New Year New Celebration event. Also part of the Spring Showers Spring Flowers event I am co-hosting with @violettduchess.

Pairing: Napoleon Bonaparte x Reader

Prompt: resting head on other's head while hugging / cottagecore

Tags: fluff

Napoleon closed the door to the cottage, the smell of freshly baked apple pie lingering in the air. With long strides, he walked the perimeter of the cottage quietly. He had a plan and did not want to ruin the surprise.

He stopped once he turned the corner of the garden; there he stood, watching you hanging the linens. You were so happy earlier that morning when you woke and saw the sun shining and heard the birds chirping. “Today is going to be a good day,” you told him while kissing his brow, before stumbling out of bed, leaving him there to rest longer.

In the time you had let him finish sleeping, you had not only washed the bed linens, but had also baked an apple pie, one of his favorite desserts. He was standing behind a tree, making sure you would not see him. 

Yet.

As he peeked out from his hiding spot, he couldn’t help but feel filled with warmth - not from the sun above, but from you. Watching you perform such simple, mundane tasks filled him with a joy that was just indescribable. To see the soft smile carved on your face and how it lit up your face made his heart begin to race.

When he saw you had started to take down the dry linens, he made his move. He crept through the grass on tip-toe, careful not to step on any branches, lest he make a sound and make his presence known to you. He slipped behind trees and crouched behind bushes like he was navigating a minefield. All so you would not detect him.

He snuck behind one of the sheets in your line of view; hidden behind the billowing fabric, Napoleon stood smiling, waiting.

Your fingers worked nimbly as you removed the clothespins, the sheets falling into your open arms. Once folded and placed in the basket by your feet, you reached the clothesline, ready for the next item.

Like it was second nature, your hands naturally reached for the next sheet, your fingers plucking the clothespins from the line, your eyes not even noticing the dark figure hiding behind the sheet. But this time, when the sheet fell from the line, you shrieked loudly, your face turning the same shade as the sheet that landed in your hands. 

“Peekaboo!” 

“Napoleon!” you mock-scolded, your heart still beating fast from the shock of finding your lover hiding behind the sheet.

Napoleon wrapped you in his arms, pulling you in for a embrace. He rested his head atop yours, soaking in your warmth. Unable to protest, you embraced your love, dropping the sheet to the ground as you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. 

With a devilish smile, he tilted your chin, his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. Napoleon let out a soft laugh when he felt your lips lift into a smile; he knew then that his surprise was a success.

“Time for a break, mon amour,” Napoleon whispered after nipping your lower lip. “Let’s go inside. I’m ready to go back to bed.”

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[darknessisafriend]

Napoleon requests!

So after seeing the movie and considering, if you want to request any fic about Napoleon I will write about , as long as you follow the guidelines ^^

I will also probably post personall fics about him^^

[letterstoear]

Ikemen Vampire inspired jewelry part 2

In addition to the first set, I'm proud to announce the second addition to the collection. With this set I decided to include necklaces and bracelets, but not so much on earrings.

Purchase from my shop here: Shop — Letters to Ear (squarespace.com)

The necklaces are $12 each and the bracelets are $8 each. If you live outside of the U.S and would like to purchase please DM for further information.

Johann Georg Faust Despicable Love

Faust's necklace is a reversable chocker, one side is a velvet nightly blue and other side is a maroon satin ribbon. I figured it would be nice to use the MC's colors along with his.

Purchase Despicable Love here: Despicable Love — Letters to Ear (squarespace.com)

Napoleon Bonaparte Tie Me With Your Love

Napoleon's necklace features a ribbon closure which you can use to feature a bow on the side, front or even back. This time around I went with his signature colors in a more simplistic chocker necklace.

Purchase Tie Me With Your Love here: Tie Me With Your Love — Letters to Ear (squarespace.com)

Isaac Newton Tinted Love

Unlike the other suitors in this collection, Isaac's jewelry item is a bracelet. I made this with the idea of items he would collect along a walk with his lover.

Purchase Tinted Love here: Tinted Love — Letters to Ear (squarespace.com)

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart Graceful Love

Made with glass beads this necklace is inspired by Mozart's color pallet. I wanted something that would be delicate and gentle, so I went with softer colors and chose to not include purple. Another color Mozart is often associated with.

Purchase Graceful Love here: Graceful Love — Letters to Ear (squarespace.com)

Galileo Galilei Did Our Love Shine Or Did it Blaze?

One of the newer suitors to the game I took inspiration from Galileo who has yet to come to the English server. This was made in mind with what kind of necklace Galileo would gift his lover.

Purchase the necklace here: Did Our Love Shine or Did it Burn? — Letters to Ear (squarespace.com)

Charles-Henri Sanson Chained by Love

Charles' necklace is more of a streetwear style instead of a elegant chocker. I chose this style because I felt as though Charles would wear something similar in modern day.

Purchase Chained by Love here: Chained by Love — Letters to Ear (squarespace.com)

[eccentricallygothic]

Divorced Dad!Captain Syverson who experiences a real time brain short-circuit when he sees how well you get along with his kids during your first meeting with them… 

Warning(s): Breeding kink, size kink, old man!Sy, age gap, manhandling, groping, fluff, boob play, unprotected p-in-v, I added plot to it TT. MDNI.

. . . 

After the messy divorce that followed his turbulent marriage, Sy was not looking forward to any relations with the opposite sex, if possible. With his former profession a constant hurdle to his life as part of a unionized pair and marital bliss, what had started as a promising relationship had turned out to be one of those unfortunate marriages where children were sought as a last resort to perhaps save the remnants of the already rotten love between man and wife. Though being someone from a background that held family in the highest esteem and always having been fond of the idea of his own lot, Sy loved his children more than life itself and there was not a thing in the world he would trade for them. And that was the reason why he had preferred to opt for an early retirement so custody would not be an issue between him and his ex-wife who was more than eager to shed off everything affiliated with the name Syverson like an illness.

You, on the other hand, though not much experienced with the opposite sex were not too warm to the idea of children. Being a student in her last year of higher education and only so old as you were, your attitude hardly deserved to be subjected to scrutiny. That, and the fact that you hadn't really had many young ones around you while growing up as an only child, calling you a foreigner to the scene would not qualify as an exaggeration and hence it can be said that it is more indifference than contempt on your part. 

So naturally, when it happened, it was strictly unplanned. And very fateful. With a rather traumatized Sy in a sort of an emotional limbo who had more than enough reason to keep to himself, and a stressed with soon approaching future endeavors as well as disillusioned with the opposite sex you, the night you had bumped into each other outside the bar restrooms where Sy had been dragged to cheer up by his friends and you to loosen up by yours, the rather fast yet steady rate at which the two of you had woven into each other had been unexpected to say the least. 

But now, as Sy fires up the grill in his backyard to begin the little BBQ he has planned for today when you meet his children for the first time, the prided and much experienced grill expert nearly burns his hand because he is so busy inwardly fawning over how quickly his rugrats have warmed up to you. And you, Sy will swear on anything that you are just the most perfect woman— person alive. Everything is just right with you. Even on days when the world seems to press down on him, your mere presence is there to help his spirits back up and elate as well as support him in every sense.

Though he had been honest about his condition since the beginning, after his initial reluctance to get with you as you were so much younger and inexperienced compared to him, children weren't peculiarly a topic that came up between the two of you except occasions where Sy wanted to share a little victory or rant with you. So as you keep his toddler on one hip with a protective arm around her, your perfect body -Sy's words- clad in a bonny bright coloured sundress, and hold the hand of his 5 year old who excitedly shows you around the mini patio of the modern farmhouse, memories of his own mother scarce if any, your making conversation with the boy and giggling along to his lisp droning flutters Sy's heart in a way that he thought he had outgrown. 

It also excites him with a kind of boyish heat that the former military Captain had thought he had shed off with his adolescent youth.

And so he just has to have you by yielding to a similar impatience and desperation, the musical sound of your giggles faintly fluttering its melodies upon his flush and thumping ears as he gets to it.

“God, Sy!” The huff in your words fires him up even more and he cannot hold back any longer. “You’re such a brute!” His coarse and scarred paws heavily pull at your dress with a crazed desperation to help you find the restroom, as he had told one of the farm hands that he had left the children under. “Oof!” The whine you let out before instinctively craning your head to try and ease the way his thick beard tickles the tender skin of the curve of your neck makes him growl into your carotid pulse that he worships with his hot lips, the pressure of your pressing your face into his as well as the soft pants you let out, your chest bumping into his with each heave of your lungs, only lithifies his bulging erection even more. 

“Gon' fatten up your pretty lil’ pussy with my cum, baby” Sy's breaths scorch your clammy skin with their burning weight. His hands grope and expose you everywhere they can reach, and they can do so everywhere because of how much smaller hence ragdoll-like you are compared to him. “Wouldja like that, angel?” Your eyes roll to the back of your head when he boosts your thighs up his tall legs and around his waist, the fat and leaking tip of his cock grazing against your holes from how he is kissing you everywhere he can reach. “Me stuffing that cute tummy full of siblings for Tim and Bethy, huh?” You know he would never actually do something as serious so callously without a prior discussion so you breathlessly nod, pushing your oral muscles to gulp down the thick bile in your throat and tip your head against the wall to prepare yourself to withstand his intrusion of your pussy that thanks to his girth always feels like not only your first time with him but your very deflowering in general.

 “Yes” your mouth falls open as he reaches below the hold with which he has your whole body propped up. “Yes, please~” his balmy tip finds its destination in the tiny, drenched and quivering closed up band that leads to your reproductive cavern. “Please fimme with your babies, Sy~” when the stretch makes your tiny hole burn around his girth, your mouth lets loose all the obscene words of vulgar desire. 

“Yeah, baby?” Sy's fingers flex over your ass and caress their way up your side before coming down and repeating the action, his thumb stealing strokes of your nipples as he does. “Wanna make me a Daddy, yeah?” A hiss leaves your mouth and your back arches at the feeling of your walls sheathing him deep within themselves. His breathtaking urgency nearly puts a dent in your innards. “Want me to make you all round and heavy here?” Your pussy clenches around the hilt of his cock when he suddenly gropes your naval into a greedy handful.

“Yes, please, Sy!” Your whole form bounces up in the air when the man gives you a thrust so powerful that has you mewling and digging your nails in his shoulders. “Wanna make you a Daddy so bad, Sy!” His dick has always had a hypnotic effect on you, for the minute it's in the vicinity of any of your holes, you become a brain dead parrot for him. 

“Atta girl~” he cooes, tossing your body further up with a strong stab of his hips so he can clamp his teeth down on one of your boobs.

MASTERLIST

. . . 

I am MAD for this man. Like I am not even hot on kids. WHAT—

[floatyflowers]

Dark! Napoleon Bonaparte x Reader

You are Marie Antoinette and Louis XVI's daughter who was sent away before getting captured or beheaded like your family.

Honestly, you wanted to forget about everything that happened, and move on.

However, that unfortunately was impossible especially when Napoleon Bonaparte became the emperor of France.

Napoleon invited you to come back to court, assuring that you will be safe under his protection.

You hesitantly agree, praying that it's not a trap.

And surprisingly, it wasn't, Napoleon received you in his court with a smile and open arms, not caring about the opinions of others about that matter.

The reason for Napoleon's passion towards you is because he saw a painting of you and immediately became obsessed.

When you found out that the French emperor plans on making you his mistress.

You planned to escape, not wanting to be put in a scandalous position.

However, during your escape in the middle of the night, trying to leave the palace with your servants.

You didn't expect to see Napoleon waiting for you at the exit with his soldiers.

He only smiles at you upon seeing your frightened expression.

"I do not remember giving you permission to leave, my dear"

[aphroditelovesu]

How many children would Yandere historical Men wish they had? If the fem-reader wanted five or more children. What would the historical Men reaction be?

Characters- Edward Seymour, King Henry V, Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte, King Henry VIII, Charles Brandon, Lorenzo De Medici and Francesco Pazzi?

Hmm... I guess it really depends but I would say they would all like to have lots of children with her but they know it's quite common for a woman to die in childbirth so they would keep that in mind.

❝divider by: @cafekitsune

Edward Seymour ♡

Edward would like to have at least two children, both sons. He would like to have daughters with his beloved, but he would prioritize sons to keep his family in power. If his wife wants to have more than five children, he would be fine with that. The more children you have, the more tied and dependent you will be to him.

King Henry V ♡

Henry would like to have several children with his beloved, mainly because he is a Monarch and needs to keep his royal lineage continuing. If his darling wants to have more than five children, that's great! Henry would probably like to have at least ten children. Even though he is terrified at the thought of you passing away in childbirth, he still wants to have a huge family with his darling.

Napoleon Bonaparte ♡

Napoleon wants to have at least one son to also maintain his power through a male heir. He doesn't have a specific number of children he would like to have with his darling, at least one is certain. But if you want to have more than five children, Napoleon will be fine with the idea. The more the merrier, right?

King Henry VIII ♡

Henry wants a male heir above all else and when you give him that, he won't worry about the idea of ​​having more children unless you bring up the idea to him. Henry would be so caught up in the joy of finally having his dream son that he wouldn't think about his next children. However, I imagine he would like to have at least one more son, just in case. Henry would be worried about having more than five children because he fears losing you but he won't be against it if you want him to.

Charles Brandon ♡

Charles really isn't worried about the idea of ​​children at the moment, he's more focused on enjoying his wife and spending as much time as he can with her and he's well aware that he would have to share his attention with a child. However, he knows that he needs to continue his lineage and that's why I see him wanting to have only two children, three at most. He wouldn't like it more than that and mainly because he knows how dangerous childbirth is and this man can't lose you under any circumstances.

Lorenzo de' Medici ♡

Lorenzo wants to have many children with his darling and there is no discussion about that. Eight children at least, that's what he wants. Coming from a powerful family, I don't see him putting the Medici's power at risk because of the lack of descendants. Although he doesn't want to risk your life in childbirth, he will still have many children with you. Lorenzo likes to see you pregnant because it just affirms that you belong to him.

Francesco Pazzi ♡

Francesco would like to have a considerable number of children with his darling. At least four children, but he's not opposed to having more if that's what you want. He loves you and wants to make you, so if having more than five kids is what you want, who is he to judge? Francesco just needs confirmation that it won't kill you. He couldn't bear to lose the woman he loves.

[nuttytani]

Would you love me if I were a worm? Featuring ikemen vampire cast. (With gender neutral reader)

(a/n: when you have too much free time and need your hands to be occupied. Some random bullshit begins to form on your notes)

Napoleon

He finds it funny, why would you turn into a worm?

After seeing your frown tho, he says ok ok yes I will love you

Mozart

Makes a disgusted face and turns you down

First of all, you won't turn into a worm. So why should he answer?

"if people can turn into vampires, why can't I turn into a worm?"

He kicks you out of his piano room

Dude has some thoughts to organise

Leonardo

Laughs at you and says, "what will you do if I say no?"

Pretends to forget about it but after some hours, he comes back to you

"no matter how and what you are or will turn into, I'll still love you"

Arthur

"is this some sort of trick question? Well the answer is obviously yes, my love!"

Vincent

Thinks deeply about it and smiles at you

"of course, I'll still love you. I think you'd make a cute worm too."

Theodorus

Scoffs at you and calls you an idiot

Why would you turn into a worm?

And by chance, you DID turn into one, how was he going to take care of you? There's so many worms out there in the world. What if you get lost and he gets some random worm instead and you, are lost and out in the cold, ready to be squashed by big feet.

Dazai

Uno reverses you instead

Now you're trapped

Would you love him if he was a worm?

Gets sad if you don't answer quickly enough

Sebastian

"I am not doing this right now. If you're free, wash those potatoes instead. I'm already busy as it is"

Stays silent for a while and then sighs

"no matter what, I'd love you always and forever"

Comte

Chuckles a bit at the thought and immediately replies yes

He'd give you a good environment to live in. Some really nutritious soil and compost. Maybe a tiny rock for you to play with

"Comte, you just need to say yes... No need to.... Elaborate on what else you'd do"

"Alright. Well, would you love me if I were a worm?"

Shakespeare

Is fascinated that you even came up with such a question

His answer is yes

But at the same time, he's coming up with scripts that include a dramatic romance between worms. For his own pleasure

Vlad

Says yes immediately.

Thinks you'd look like a cute worm

Maybe he'd put roses next to your habitat or in it.

Charles

"of course! In fact, we can both be worms together! We'll be a happy worm couple"

He's actually taking the idea too seriously and goes ahead making worm habitats and gets a book on "how to raise a worm"

Faust

"I'm not sure. Though I suppose researching on a worm wouldn't be that bad"

Seeing you look unimpressed, he just chuckles while patting your head

"I'm only joking. Of course I'd love you"

[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.

~~~

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*

~~~