#napoleon birthday prompt 2020

[kissmetwicekissmedeadly]

4 years, 40 facts about me loving napo... let's go 🏃🏻‍♀️

...or as @leonscape called it, 40 "Mopoleon" facts?! (picrew link)

the date of our "anniversary", June 19th, is one day after the date of the battle of Waterloo 💀

both our given names are of Italian origin

we're both leo zodiac signs

our birthdays are 8 days apart, in the same month

he's my first otome route ever played

i've only played his route once, in July 2019

i've never seen his dramatic ending

my first impression of him on a teaser tweet of ikevamp EN was that he looks like an asshole, and I didn't like his looks either...

my falling for him was utterly illogical as despite these thoughts I put him on my phone wallpaper a few days later (still before the release of ikevamp EN)

as of right now ao3 says he appears in 59 of my posted works: the total number of fics I have published with him is higher as a few of those are stand-alones in a multichapter fic (napoleon bday prompts 2019 +9, yumeweek 2020 +5, mini requests +4, headcanons +11 ) ...he appears in about 1/3 of all my fics!

we share a hobby of reading biographies! the official ikevamp character sheets state it as his hobby

our height difference is 18 cm

the @xxsycamore blog exists solely because of him, as well as my passion for writing - I started this blog because I wanted to express my love in some kind of creative way, as previously (and for the longest time) I thought my medium would be art instead of writing

despite that, my first ever posted fic is not with him but with Arthur!

I've always loved languages but he had influence over my choice of learning especially french in uni. It's hell but I don't regret it at all

I have a playlist with sleepy-themed songs for him 🥺

birds are my favorite animals (any kind) and he has a pet eagle!!

our mbti personality types are a so-called perfect match! infp + enfj

I don't like black-haired, blue-eyed men because of him, it was my type before him too! (not many such ikemens around but I have a handful of faves like that from other media)

as the fictional napoleon bonaparte is light years away from the historical figure, I thought I wouldn't be interested in learning about him - until I ended up reading multiple books on him, the thickest of which 680 pages... while I don't mix the two in my head, the napoleonic era history (+ russian empire history) is still pretty cool to know imo!

there's hardly any writer around here who hasn't received a napoleon request from me at least once... I'm so sorry...

it is implied in the game that napo has kissed boys (they were taking turns waking him up and they all know of his habit......) which gives me enough reason to headcanon him as bi....like me 🥺

I really suck at completing the bday creation challenges I host for him, as last year I did 0 prompts and the year before that 2....but in 2019 I did 10!

I love making bday gifts. I love birthdays. I don't have the exact number but last year a lot of characters received a bday fic from me but not napo 💀 partly because I was shadowbanned back then!

the only real tradition I have when it comes to his bday is to make homemade crepes since it's his favorite food! but my favorite part is eating them...

I still haven't watched the movie "Napoleon & Me"...

I don't have much napo merch, but I do have the Naplushieon doll which is plenty

I was still in highschool (11th grade) when I fell for him 🥺🥺🥺 it feels like ages ago

I love the song written for the ikevamp stage play and sung by his voice actor Nobunaga Shimazaki, "Lucida", so much you can even find it and play it on my blog... recently some kind soul uploaded the whole version on youtube (I've been waiting for so long....) and I haven't been the same since

my dream napo merch is the clothes hanger with his neck and face so that I can hang my silly little sundresses on him (I'm going to make it on my own actually, just watch)

after having so many random fic ideas for him that will never see the light of day, I accepted the facts at last and now I feel so much better and more chill

I'm currently working on fanart series where I try to post one tablet-drawn art of him every month... I have trouble keeping them simple as desired sometimes but I'm having lots of fun while learning (I still consider myself fairly new to drawing with my tablet)

once I wrote a death anniversary fic for napo!

the best napo song i've discovered so far is Wings by Su!YoON!

I don't know. anything. about his sequel. i just know the cgs. not that is hard to avoid spoilers LMAO

my most favorite napo cg is the 5th bday one (where they're in a field of roses) (it was on my phone's background for a very long time)

my most favorite napo card...that's a trick question but I think the one that is on the left banner in my blog (desktop view)

yes, yes I do want to go to Corsica one day what about it. I have a lot of other dream trip destinations too!

yes, I do love Napoleon cake (It's a russian recipe) (it was my bday cake in 2020)... but so do I love a whole lot of other cakes...!

Fact number 40 is that I love Napoleon a normal amount 😇 nono listen!! I do talk a lot about him, and here I tried compilating facts that are not too cheesy: believe it or not there are days I don't think about him, ok! I never pressure myself to get all the event bonus stories, or to always have a fic ready for him... in a world where im a worrywart about anything and everything, he's my safe place? my chill place? And if I begin to think about the gigantic mass of things surrounding him that are exactly aligning with what I love, with what comforts me, with what traits im looking for in a person, i'm going to get dizzy. So let's end this here with me saying, ily so much Napoleon 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 im such a nunuche sometimes but im your nunuche ‼️‼️

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen vampire napoleon #ikevamp napoleon

[arsnovacadenza]

FANFIC MASTERLIST

ALSO AVAILABLE ON My Writing Blog, AO3 AND WATTPAD

Ikemen Vampire

Jean x Napoleon

A Monster From Paris (Monsterverse!AU)

and so in my own tears I’m gonna drown

Courting with a Cat

Hope is a Dish too Soon Finished (previously Through His Stomach)

“I could use something to wake me up”  (part of Napoleon Birthday Prompt 2020)

if you hate the sunlight, come meet me in the dark

Ikevam 2020 Election Previews:

Jean’s Side

Napoleon’s Side

Punch-Drunk Love

quietly invite me to where you are

Sacred Monsters

Stilts (ft. Napoleon & Isaac)

Sway (Part I, tbc)

Two Hares Running Side by Side (Wartime AU) Part I, Part II, Part III

Une journée des plus joyeuses 

Un Paradis Perdu (Napoleon route canon divergence)

you heard that screaming shout in your mind

Modern AU (various pairings)

Tastes Like Diabetes (Napoleon & Isaac ft. jeanpoleon )

Isaac and his Lunch (jeanpoleon, Sebastian x mc, and third-wheeling Isaac)

Ficlets

Hurt/Comfort request from ginshoujo 

Napo Route AU Fluff

Rain

that special feeling (Unappreciated Character Month 2020)

when the light gets into your heart, baby

Rated M

Afterglow

Japonesque drabble

Summer Sparks

Toward the Gate of Stars

At your Discretion (Napoleon x Fem!Jean request from Anon) 

NSFW longfic Idea (feel free if you’re interested in writing this one!)

Napoleon x Wellington

Standoff (Post-Apocalypse AU)

Angsty fic request from nuclearwinterexe (feat. Napoleon x Josephine)

Isaac x Mozart

Conversation Over (Modern AU)

Stolen Batteries (Modern AU)

Good in Red (Gakuen AU)

Rated M

Easy Breezy

Leonardo x Comte

Buon Giorno (ficlet)

Some Like it that Way 

Like the Real Seal

Only if you Hurry (hurt/comfort request from anonymous)

Ficlet:

If Leocomte had a computer

Theodorus x Arthur

Hurt/Comfort fic request from delicateikemenmemes 

Reader Inserts

Goldfish Fireworks (Dazai x Reader)

General (Individual Characters/non-slash)

Home (Napoleon-centric with various characters)

In the entire world, a sound only I could hear (Napoleon & Sebastian)

Jean in the Dark (part of Unappreciated Character Month 2020)

Ikemen Sengoku

Nobunaga x Kichou

Ficlets

All’s Well Ends Well (modern AU with OC)

Drinking Habits (modern AU)

Kichou’s snake pet (modern AU)

Untitled shorts (tag)

Wine

Rated T

A Court of Dragons and Fallen Angels (Demon AU, feat. Mitsuhide x Reader)

Rated M

birds of a feather

Make it Right, Till I Die

Stitches

Masamune x Mitsuhide

Ficlets:

Antebellum

Genpei War (Ikegen, Birushana Senki, historical)

Yoshitsune x Benkei

Ikegen ficlet (Rated T)

In Sickness and in Health (Rated G, Modern AU)

Morning After (Rated T, Ikegen-centric)

Pirate!Benkei (Rated T)

Yoshitsune x Shizuka

Male!Shizuka x Fem!Yoshitsune (Rated T)

Yoshitsune x Yoritomo

Crossdressing Yoshitsune (Rated T)

Mea Maxima Culpa (Rated T with mentions of suicide)

No Pairing (Mostly Rated G or T):

Yoritomo raises Yoshitsune

#ikemen sengoku #ikemen vampire #ikemen genjiden #ganpei war fanfic

[lil-creatorwritings]

Napoleon Birthday Prompt 2020 Day 2: Sneak Attack

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire Pairing: Napoleon Bonaparte x Isabella Leatton Word Count: 1,103 words Prompt: [ école ] / [  “En garde!” ] Warning: None. Just nonsensical fluff! A/N: Part of @kissmetwicekissmedeadly​ 's Napoleon Birthday Prompts 2020. Check the original post here! I'm just gonna...drop this here... (actively ignores what date it is when I upload this). I’m really bad at deadlines, so... Anyway, here we go!

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The alleyway was filled with a cacophony of laughter and yelling. Isaac, who sat against a wall, tried his best to hold their attention and teach them basic mathematics. Most of the boys who weren't learning division chased after Napoleon, a foil in his right hand. They surrounded him, taking turns to fight him to gain the upper hand.

The girls had informed her that this little event started a few days ago. Anyone could yell out "en garde!" to start and would be declared the winner once they manage to knock the sword from his hand. It was entertaining to watch not only because it showed off her lover's skills, but he would take the time to teach them about what they were doing wrong and correcting them afterward. He was teaching them a valuable lesson while also letting them have some fun, which kept them engaged in the activity.

Isabella got down beside Gav, who was standing to the side away from the others. He was watching them carefully, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. "Gav? Is something wrong?"

"No." He crossed his arms over his chest, a thoughtful expression on his face. "I'm just looking for a weak spot."

"A weak spot?"

"Mhn. Napoleone always taught us to look for a weak spot and use it as an opening against your enemy. So I'm trying to look for one."

"Oh, you mean his weak spot?" She followed his gaze, seeing Napoleon easily maneuver himself around the children. Gav was certainly a smart kid, but she figured that it would be some time before he found an answer to that question. "Everyone's trying their best."

"That's because we all get ice cream as a reward for winning."

"Is he going to treat everyone?"

"Yup! That's what he said."

Isabella pondered for a bit before she smiled, reaching to ruffle Gav's hair. "You know what? I think everyone deserves to have some ice cream."

"Really?" His face lit up, eyes twinkling with happiness. "You know how to beat him?"

"Well, I wouldn't go that far. But I can try."

Gav tilted his head, confused. "But Napoleone would never fight with a lady. Especially not you."

She nodded and stood, smoothing her skirt down. "That's true Gav, he never would. I'm going to fight him, but not in the way you think."

The boys were seated around Napoleon when she made his way towards him. Even though he was a skilled soldier, dodging and running around with them was still exhausting. He took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair as a boyish grin came to his face. The collection of tired groans and panting from them made him laugh. "Well? Does anyone else want to try?"

"Napoleone, that's unfair!"

"We'll never beat you!"

He wiped the sweat off his forehead with his arm. "That's never stopped any of you before, right? You have to keep fighting and do your best."

"Yes, but you're way too good at this!"

"Can't you go a little easy on us?"

"You know Napoleone, I think they're right." Isabella said as she stood beside him, hands clasped behind her back.

"If I do, then they can't grow stronger than they are now." He replied, resting a hand on his hip.

"Okay, but will you give them a short break at least? There's something that I wanted to ask you."

Tilting his head, Napoleon thought about her words. Judging by the serious expression on her face and how it couldn't wait until they got back to the mansion, it must be something important. She turned away from the children, motioning for him to do the same,and leaned down to prevent anyone from eavesdropping. "Hm? What is it?"

But he didn't get the chance. The sound of rustling fabric was all he heard before his surroundings got dark, feeling the weight of his cape over his head and soft lips against his. The bold move caught him off-guard as she held on to his jacket, pulling him closer and nipping on his lower lip. He kissed her back and opened his mouth, groaning as she teased and played with his tongue with hers.

For a brief moment, he didn't want to stop. To his benefit, she was the one who pulled away first, briefly kissing him again before she whispered. "En garde."

He was confused for a moment as Isabella started to step away from him. The clang of metal against concrete and the loud cheering from the children made him remember, tossing the thick fabric back to see the foil now laying on the ground.

"Hey! Napoleone dropped the sword!"

"We won!!"

Several of them were already jumping up and down in celebration, yelling out a flavor that they wanted. Napoleon stared at her, too flustered to come up with a retort. It was technically a win since he didn't think that any of the girls were interested in joining them, let alone Isabella. Most of the boys were too focused on the prospect of ice cream, but a few of them had come up to her with curious eyes.

"Will you teach us how you beat Napoleone?"

"Well," She glanced at him before turning to them, his cheeks growing hot over her answer. "I learned from the best. I created an opening... and hit their weak point."

One of them though was a bit more insistent. "But what did you do?"

"I can't tell you that. It wouldn't be fair to your teacher now, would it?"

"Aw, but I want to know!"

"Mn, maybe if you ask him really nicely, he'll tell you." She giggled, ruffling his hair a bit. "But for now, all of you should head to the store, okay?"

They proceeded to run down the alleyway, leaving the two of them alone for a bit. Isaac and the girls were gone as well, probably off to follow the others to keep them out of trouble. "Did you do that just so they could have some ice cream?" He pouted, pulling her into his arms and resting his forehead on hers.

"Of course not, silly. I kissed you because I wanted to."

"Did you really have to do that in front of them, though?"

"Aw, come on. I did cover us up though."

"Still. When did you learn to be so sneaky, nunuche?"

Isabella put on her sweetest smile and fluttered her eyelashes at him, refusing to answer his question. Instead, she took his hand and started to lead him down the street, heading towards the ice cream store to reward their tired students.

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp napoleon #napoleon birthday prompt 2020 #look...... i'm bad with deadlines ok #so just ignore the date like i do xD #even if you yell at me in my inbox i can't do anything about this lolol #also this is purely nonsensical fluff i know #dont expect any sense with this lolol

[lordsisterxotome]

Reason to Wake (Napoleon Bonaparte x Reader)

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Napoleon Bonaparte x Reader

Prompt: snooze / “I would like something to help me wake up.”

Warning: Suggestive material but nothing explicit

Intended Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 407

Author’s Note: I was in the Scottish highlands all week and didn’t have much time to write so this a few days late for the start of @kissmetwicekissmedeadly​‘s Napoleon Birthday Prompts 2020. Wrote it on the plane so its pretty short, but I have so many ideas for the other prompts, I can’t wait +_+

Disclaimer: I do not own Ikemen Vampire or any of its characters. All of that goodness is the property of Cybird. I do, however, own the plot of this fanfic. Please do not repost this on any other website.

Tag List: @puffpuff300​ @nad-zeta​ @jiyuu-chan​ @i-sleep-like-napoleon​ @kisara-16​ @cheese-ception​ @cailannuesugi​ @vespeshadowmoon​

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       He was having the most wonderful dream.

       You were there, the warmth of your body pressed against his side washing over him in gentle, fuzzy waves. The world matched the feeling, shimmering and lovely, and colored in sweet, golden hues. 

       Your hand cupped his cheek, your touch soft as rose petals against his skin, and Napoleon could see his reflection in your eyes as he turned to face you, enraptured by the oceans swirling within them.

       “...leon.” Your lips moved, but his name resounded from somewhere far away, your voice warped as if from underwater.

       “Na...leon!” Your mouth formed his name again, more insistent this time, and his brow furrowed. His lips parted to speak your name, but no sound came out. 

       “Napoleon!”

       The warmth of the covers suddenly disappeared and the dream dissolved, his hand shooting out at the same time to grab the person his subconscious knew to be there. His fingers closed around an arm and you landed on top of him with a soft gasp, breath stolen away as his hand dove into the hair at the back of your head and smashed your lips against his. Napoleon swallowed your squeak as his tongue licked into your mouth, deepening the kiss. His free hand grasped your hip, sliding down your thigh to hoist it over his hip as you straddled him.

       “Napo...mmh!...leon!” you whined, hands meeting his bare chest to stabilize yourself as he rolled his hips up into you. “I don't understand how you can go from snoozing to turned on in a single second,” you managed as he continued to devour your mouth.

       His hand gave your ass a squeeze and he groaned as you nipped at his bottom lip in return. “You don’t sound like you’re complaining, nunuche.” 

       “I’m not...ah!...but if you don’t get up soon, I doubt you’ll get up at all today.”

       Leaning back against his pillow, Napoleon pouted up at you, his hand releasing your hair in favor of joining the other at your thighs. The suggestive squeeze he gave the flesh brought your hips grinding down against him, gasps and moans escaping desperate, wanting forms.

       “I’ll get up,” he conceded breathily, catching the way your eyes flashed in disappointment. A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips and his finger teased the hem of your skirt up your thighs. “But I would like something to help me wake up first.”

#napoleon birthday prompts 2020 #ikemen #ikemen series #ikemen vampire #ikemen x reader #ikevamp #ikevamp x reader #ikemen vampire x reader #romance #slight smut #otome #otome x reader #cybird #ikemen napoleon #ikemen vampire napoleon #ikevamp napoleon x reader #ikemen vampire napoleon bonaparte x reader

[xxsycamore]

iii. We fought a bear or two [ dessert ]

NAPOLEON BIRTHDAY PROMPTS 2020 - Day 3 - dessert Prompt:   “Is that too sweet for you?”

Ao3 link in source!

“…Pancakes…”

“Pancakes?”

Napoleon looked down to the woman snuggling in his arms, wrapped in his cape. It was the early afternoon, and they were resting under a tree in the garden in her break, a pile of books next to them that was still untouched.

She snuggled a bit closer, her voice coming muffled. “ ‘Want to eat pancakes.”

Napoleon snorted, “Where did that came from all of a sudden?”

“I always make pancakes in the morning for Theo and Vincent, yet I don’t eat any! Just seeing what Theo does to them makes me lose my appetite… hey, stop laughing.”

Her stomach growled.

“All right then, how about we make some acceptably sweet pancakes for your little bear?”

One nod later they were on their way to the kitchen.

***

“Napoleon…are you sure you want me to just watch?”

He fastened the apron behind his back and rolled up his sleeves. “You heard me. You can sit back and relax, I can manage on my own.” He put his hands on his waist, deciding on the ingredients. “Now…”

She trusted him with food. He was the best cook around – after Sebastian, that’s it.

“How about I put some of… what other kind of eggs do we have?”

“Other kind? Well we have quail eggs but those are for Comte’s breakfast-“

“We’ll just take three right? No one will notice.”

“The normal recipe is with three eggs but those are smaller… I don’t know how this would turn out…”

“Then I’ll take five…” he counted them under his nose, trying to collect them in one hand which almost ended in letting one fall to the ground.

She sighed.

***

“Napoleon, you’re making a mess. Let me clean this-“

“No! Sit down.” Napoleon took the cleaning rug from her hand and hurried to clean the extra flour from the counter. Then he took the floor bag to put it back on the shelf. “Oh. I just used bread flour.”

“How did you- I mean… it’s not that bad.”

“What does it do?”

“Makes things go fluffy?”

Napoleon stared down at the bowl. “Hm.” This can’t be bad, right? The mixture wouldn’t answer any of his questions.

***

“Oh, oh!! Let me lick the spoon!”

Before she could lean in and take it in her mouth, Napoleon took the spoon out of reach.

“Aww you don’t have to be so protective, nothing will happen if I eat that little of it-“

“Actually, I wanted to lick it myself is all.”

…

…

A swift movement of her hand and- he blocked it on time. Making a step back, he tried to take it with his other hand behind his back- but she moved past him and ended up putting her hand over his. Napoleon turned around to face her. They still had their hands linked.

At last, Napoleon gave up. “You can have it, nunuche.”

Yes!

“…while I help myself to the empty bowl.”

“Napoleon!!”

***

“I’m not going to stick it to the ceiling.”

“You’re totally going to.”

Flip. Right back in the frying pan.

Napoleon made a small aha and shoot her a cocky smile. “Piece of cake.”

On the next flip, the pancake landed only halfway into the pan.

“No wait I can fix it- ouch!”

“Don’t just touch it with your bare hands, haven’t you been near a stove before??”

“Look I… I’m used to more complicated stuff, that’s it.”

“Pfft! Is that your excuse?”

“Hey- oops, not again…ah.”

***

With the few fails, the stack of finished pancakes was much smaller than what he’d expected. He nodded to himself, taking comfort with the thought that it was still enough for one portion which will hopefully sate her hunger.

A touch of fruit jam and one of the most expensive plates (for which she tried to change his mind) and it was ready for serving.

He pushed back the chair at the table, and made a gesture like a real butler to invite her to take a seat, “Please, Madam Bonaparte!”

He did it in Sebastian’s trademark excited tone. It was all too much, and she needed a moment to stop chucking before moving her attention to the good smelling plate before her. Her stomach growled again.

“Hurry up and dig in nunuche, or your little bear will come for us.”

She forked herself a piece of the pancake. Examining it closer, she noted the ways in which it seemed different than what she was used to making for breakfast – and those in which they weren’t. Aside from the dough rising a bit too and the few occasional lumps, it didn’t seem all that odd.

“It looks good. I wonder if it tastes the same.”

“I’m excited to learn that as well.”

She stood up from the chair, a hand under the fork so it won’t fall off, and she held it before Napoleon’s mouth. “Tell me how it is, then.”

With not much room to refuse, Napoleon leaned in and took the fork in his mouth. The moment of truth; he had to admit he was nervous. But why? It wasn’t the first time he cooked for her.

“It’s…nice?”

She smiled, satisfied that he admitted it. “Is it now? Wait, let me try.”

“You don’t have to stuff your cheeks full you know, they’re all for you.”

“Oh wow, that’s really nice actually!”

Actually? Anyway.

Napoleon took the seat next to her, resting his head on his arm. “You like it? Is that too sweet for you?”

“Not at all. It’s perfect. I think I like them the best fluffy like this from now on.”

His brow relaxed after hearing this. “Then I’ll have to make them for you like that every time. But you’ll have to join me because that’s the special ingredient.”

She would’ve roll eyes at him if she wasn’t too busy with her dessert.

“I should learn to make more pastries… maybe I’ll buy a cooking book or two. I’m not good with them because… when I arrived here and cooked for myself, I didn’t run the extra mile to make dessert as well, you know?

She stood up from her seat and instead went over to where Napoleon’s chair was, settling on his lap. “You should spoil yourself more, my love…” she cut another piece of the pancakes and brought it to his mouth.

She mumbled, “And I just thought I could beat you in something…”

Napoleon hurried to swallow and turned her face towards him. “What was that? What was that?”

“Nothing! I said that I love you very much.”

“Hmm is that so? Give me a kiss then?”

She giggled as they noses bumped on the way, and they turned the accident into a fervent kiss. His mouth was sweet.

#Ikemen Vampire #ikemen vampire napoleon #IkeVamp #ikevamp napoleon #NAPOLEON BIRTHDAY PROMPTS 2020

[etherealluminescence]

NAPOLEON BIRTHDAY PROMPT 2020

Prompt : 『Dessert - “Is it too sweet?”』 DAY O3

Pairing : 『Napoleon x MC/Reader』

Note at the bottom!

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It was lively as ever in the residential mansion for cheers and congratulations were being said in the dining room as everyone huddled up together to watch the birthday boy. A certain charismatic vampire was sat in the middle of everyone smiling as he opened his gifts one by one.

“You seem really happy, Leon.” You whispered in his ear. Well, the very suggestion to throw this style of birthday party was by his dear nunuche, so of course he would be happy. Napoleon chuckled from how cute you were being and ruffled your hair, causing you to pout.

“I’m sorry, but I really am happy.” Napoleon replied, only to gain a big smile from you. If he liked his party so far, just wait until he gets his final gift from you! You spent hours trying to learn how to bake cake just for him. He always treated you well and fed you and gave you the time of your life, with occasional teasing, so you wanted to give him back tenfold.

A few hours passed and the celebration soon came to an end. Some, Arthur, were drunk while others were tired and wish the two of you a nice night. With only you, Napoleon, and Sebastian left after cleaning up, you hinted to Sebastian to give you two some time alone.

After he left, you practically threw your arms around him and nuzzled your head into his neck. Now that it was just the two of you, you were starting to feel embarassed. Was the cake okay? Would he think it was selfish of you to not share the cake with everyone just because you wanted it to be for him and you alone? Did he even like cake? Questions buzzed in your head the longer you spent holding him.

“Nunuche, are you okay?” Napoleon asked, brushing your hair to the side and patting your back. Lifting your head off of his neck, you put on your big girl face and explained.

“I’ve got a surprise for you, but don’t laugh, okay?” You went around to the kitchen and pulled out a neatly decorated one layer chocolate cake with strawberry rose swirl buttercream all around it. Carefully, you put the cloche on it and brought it back to Napoleon.

“What’s this?” Napoleon asked, causing you to smile triumphantly. Normally he had the upper hand, but now you were going to be the bold one. Forgetting all your past worries, you lift the cloche and presented the cake to him.

Napoleon stared at you for a good second before asking, “Did you make this?” You pouted. Was your baking skill really that bad that he didn’t believe you could make a birthday cake?

Replying with a quick yes, you go and grab two plates, some cutlery, and a big knife. Returning, you cut the cake before he could tease you and put it on the plate. “Today’s your birthday, and you’re always doing so much for me that I really want to thank you. You’ve made me so incredibly happy, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, Leon. So until midnight, let me take care of you.” You managed to say, albeit with an extremely flushed face.

It was Napoleon’s turn to blush. Never had he thought his Nunuche could be cuter than she already was, but here she is saying something so adorable. Smiling, Napoleon opened his mouth as you fed him a piece.

The happy moment was short lived by Napoleon twisting his face. Quickly, you grabbed some milk and poured him a cup. All your worry from before cams flooding back to you. Did you really think you could bake? Or course you can’t become a master in two weeks, you should of tried earlier.

Seeing your mood change, Napoleon patted your head and placed you onto his lap. “It’s not bad Nunuche, but it was a bit sweet.” He tried to console you.

Taking a bite of cake yourself, your face twisted in disgust from the amount of chocolate, frosting, and whatever extract you put in that cake. Maybe next time you’ll measure the ingredients properly, you completely understand where Napoleon was coming from.

“Is it too sweet for you too?” He chuckled placing a chaste kiss on your lips. Blushing from embarrassment and the kiss, you stuck your tongue out at him and went to put the cake back in the fridge. Maybe Theo would eat it, who knows how he eats that much sugar.

Returning to Napoleon’s room, the two of you spent the night cuddling in each other’s arms whispering sweet nothings and praises of each other. “You know, you could do one last thing to make my birthday better, right? You said you’d please me until midnight.” He teased.

At least he will be eating something sweet that night.

———————————————————

👉👈 I saw this on @kissmetwicekissmedeadly blog. I really wanted to attempt this, as I’ve been meaning to get into ikevamp writing, and I have played his route 👀 I think it was my 3rd? Or 4th-. So I can at least semi confidently say I know his personality.

I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to write this on the day of his birthday or not, so I just chose his birthday. I know this is bad but I really wanted to participate. 🥺 I hate my writing style now have a good day

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp napoleon #lumineswriting #NAPOLEON BIRTHDAY PROMPTS 2020 #Why am i such a terrible writer #i suck at writing im sorry for cursing everyone’s eyes #just brush over this i hate my works #i promise im not as terrible as it seems #I should replay napoleon’s route but i want to go at theos #screaming because ive played all the available routes but cant seem to remember anything #and am bad at portraying character personality haha

[closetstalkercreature]

For someone

#manga #anime #handdrawn #traditional drawing #traditional doodle #napoleon birthday prompts 2020 #napoleonic #mountandblade #video games #pc games #games #sword #knight #mediaval #mediavale #coloured art #colouredink #blue eyes #fire emblem #1900s style

[onlyhenrys]

Masterlist

Updated: 06-10-2020

Feel free to send me prompts/requests. I write for Henry and his characters 

Click here for my Male Reader Masterlist 

Emotion Challenge: 

Playful  Sad   Anxious   Angry   Exhausted   Happy 

Henry Cavill

Iced Coffee: Masterlist 

Angst prompt 1 + 4 

Angst prompt 5 + 48 

Angst prompt 10 + 22 + 34

Fluff prompt 44 + 77 + 100 

Fluff prompt 3 

Angst prompt 7 - good ending 

Angst prompt 13 

Angst/Fluff prompt 14 

Angst prompt 22 

Angst prompt 23

Angst prompt 25 

Angst prompt 60 

Midnight Thoughts 

Late night snack 

Getting hurt

 Let's play a game 

Happy Birthday 

It’s just a rumor 

Mad Henry

Working with Henry

Marry me?

Pregnant again 

‘‘How is my wife more badass than me?’‘ 

Cold hands 

Kiss me 

Sick Henry 

One more chapter 

‘‘Keep talking, your voice helps me sleep’‘

Farewell Wanderlust 

Insecurities

I never meant to fall in love with you, I just did

Wing(dog) 

Time to shave 

It hurts 

Lonely

Sparks

My Everything

  Clark Kent

Sick Clark Kent

Angst prompt 4 + 5 

‘‘The bed is cold without you’‘ 

The bed is not so cold anymore 

Spilling Secrets (with @promptandpros) 

Starlight 

Regrets

Walter Marshall

What a Plot Twist you were: 1 | 2 | 

Angst prompt 3 + 16 + 32

Fluff prompt 19 + 20

Angst prompt 8 

Angst prompt 96 

Walter Marshall (1) (2) 

“Did you miss me?’’ 

Handcuffs 

‘‘Are we on a date right now?’‘ 

‘‘I hope you like it.’‘ 

head massage 

‘‘Carry me up to bed.’‘ 

‘’When I tell you I love you, I am not saying it out of habit, I am reminding you that you are my life.’’

‘’You don’t have to act like you’re okay’’ 

Charles Brandon

Fluff prompt 12 + 35

Fluff prompt 43 + 47

Against the wall kiss 

‘‘I miss your arms around me...”

The Selection (with Charles Brandon): 1  2  3  4  5  6  

Geralt of Rivia

She-Wolf: Masterlist 

Black Wings

Angst prompt 3 + 9 

‘‘I know I don’t let you see, but you mean the world to me.’‘ 

Hen Minne Neén Marw (Old Love Never Dies)

August Walker

Jungle red: Masterlist  *on hold*

Grumpy starter #12

‘‘They never apologized for making me a monster’‘ 

Let me take care of you 

Cheesecake 

Tough love 

‘‘Tell me you love me.’‘ 

“I’m not like other girls. That’s where you made your first mistake.”

Nightmares

‘‘Daddy loves you’‘

 ‘‘You deserve more.’‘ 

  Napoleon Solo

‘‘I dreamt about you last night.’‘ 

“Every cell in my body is telling me that you are my happily ever after.”

‘‘I could never leave you behind.’‘ 

When A Thief Gets Robbed 

Dancing Queen 

‘‘It’s a fever’‘ 

Captain Syverson 

The Choice: | 1 |  2 | 

‘‘It’s not heavy. I’m stronger than I look.’‘ 

Lost without you 

‘‘I brought you dinner.’‘ 

A Soldier’s Heart 

Ways to say ‘I love you’

Pool Day

#masterlist #henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x y/n #clark kent #geralt of rivia #henry cavill characters #walter marshall #will shaw #napoleon solo #august walker #captain syverson #charles brandon #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fandom #walter marshall fanfiction #geralt of rivia fanfic #charles brandon fanfic

[shoyouth]

multifandom masterlist

all rights reserved © shoyouth 2020. you may not copy, change, or repost my work.

psa: I add to this as soon as I receive a request, but a link is not added until it is posted. Thank you!

reactions

inuyasha au | asra, lucio & muriel

both in love with mc | asra & muriel

mc has wings | asra, julian, lucio, & muriel

drabbles

learning to surf from mc | asra, lucio, & muriel

reactions

how’d they’d be as a father | all

moving into home with just mc | all

mc has a modern-day gf | all

mc is nonbinary +/or ftm!trans | all

mc is being clingy | all

mc gives birth to their child | all

mc is anaphic (loss of touch) | all

mc has autism/a breakdown | all

illnesses hit mc hard | all

mc’s birthday on valentine’s day | all

mc dies by villain’s hand | all

helping timid!mc make friends | all

bi!mc | all

mc poisoned by rival | all

mc is a ballerina | mozart & jean

mc is a ballerina | vincent, issac, & comte

mc is a ballerina | arthur, theo, & dazai

mc is a ballerina | napoleon, leo, sebas, & shakespeare

how they’d kiss | napoleon, arthur, & vincent

how’d they kiss | mozart, theo, & comte

how they’d kiss | leo, issac, dazai

mc is blind | napoleon, mozart, issac, & comte

having the same passions | mozart, vincent, & issac

a friendly rivalry | issac

mc is a tattoo artist | theo

wives brought back to life | napoleon, arthur, mozart, theo, & shakespeare

wives brought back to life but they’re dating mc | napoleon, arthur, mozart, theo, & shakespeare

mc dies too soon | vincent, issac, & comte

mc dies too soon | arthur, mozart, & leo

mc plays violin | mozart, theo, & comte

mc sings them a love song | arthur, theo, & issac

mc’s siblings come with | napoleon, theo, & comte

children brought back to life | napoleon, arthur, mozart, theo, dazai, & shakespeare

read stories to mc | arthur, leo, dazai, shakespeare

mc has rough day | arthur, leo, comte, sebas

mc speaks several languages | leo, dazai, jean, shakespeare

mc is stressed | leo, dazai, jean, comte

child!mc/found family | leo (platonic)

teenage!mc having a crush | issac, comte, sebas (platonic)

mc likes true crime | napoleon, issac, jean, sebas

mc sleepfights | napoleon, leo, comte

mc on period | leo, vincent, issac

mc uses a cane | napoleon, arthur, leo, vincent, theo

mc is famous author | arthur, mozart, shakespeare

mc is superstitious | arthur, leo, theo

mc can sing well | mozart, comte

slavic!mc | arthur, mozart, jean

mc had bad childhood | napoleon, vincent, comte

young!mc convinced peers that she was a vampire with sharp canines | leo, comte

mc smokes weed | leo, mozart, comte, sebas

drabbles

tied up with a ribbon | mozart | fluff

dry your tears | vincent | fluff (platonic)

smeared skin | vincent | smut

inertia | issac | fluff

pipe down | leonardo | smut

two birds, one song | mozart | fluff

a day out | vincent & theo | fluff (platonic)

bruised flowers | shakespeare | smut

fanatic | shakespeare | fluff

lovely | arthur | fluff

black lace | jean | fluff, suggestive

tempting | arthur | suggestive (halloween prompt)

youth | napoleon | fluff (halloween prompt)

eternity | issac | fluff (halloween prompt)

thoughts

vampires and diabetic!mc | all

reactions

mc is killed | mitsuhide, kenshin, shingen, sasuke

drabbles

none yet

reactions

dom!mc | yves, nokto, licht, clavis

drabbles

none yet

thoughts on commitment | chuuya & dazai

#masterlist #writing #the arcana writing #bsd writing #haikyuu writing #ikevamp writing #ikemen vampire writing #ikemen vampire masterlist #ikevamp masterlist #haikyuu masterlist #the arcana masterlist #bsd masterlist

[arthotsglasses]

My Otome Art Masterlist

Here are my otome art! Most recent arts at the top of the list (actively being updated) Personal favs are blolded hehe

Please read guidelines then ask away! 

Ikemen Vampire

Arthur & his little detective

hoodie blanket chibis

Arthur smiling 

Shirtless Arthur in bed

Pouting Arthur

1k follows special Arthur

Comte blushing

Arthur x Theo x Comte BL

Vince & Jean burning kitchen and Seas walk in

Arthur snuggling vic

Arthur x Mc & daughter

Napoleon twerking gif

Arthur playing with orphans

Jean twerking

Mozart’s failed snowman chibi

Theo laying on mc’s lap 

Doctor Arthot Sketch, Colour

MC mocking Arthur w Theo

Ikevam MC character sheet

Arthur, Theo, & MC

Jean & Mc medieval clothes

Doctor & soldier Arthur concept sketch

Comte carrying Arthur

Napoleon

Theo x mc with King

Arthur,Isaac, Dazai, Mc in town

Arthur and Mc napping 

Dazai in pony tail

Arthur x Mc 

Comte x Mc cuddling traditional 

Dazai perching out the window

Arthur’s Birthday 2020

Mozart and Jean 

Isaac Sketch 

Arthur x OC commission 

Ikemen Sengoku

Yukimura commission

Ikemen Sengoku MC character sheet

Shingen x Mc Cinderella

Masamune and Shogetsu

General Sketch 

Kenshin Bunny animation 

Ikemen Revolution 

Ikerev MC character sheet

Kyle & Mc

Ray, MC, Luka

Lancelot, Ray & MC

Dalim 

Dalimxmc 

Ikemen Prince

Clavis route release fanart

Licht stabbing mama >.<

Chev sword fighting on a horse

Chev vs Gilbert sword fight

Ikepri MC character sheet

Diabolik Lovers

Ayato x yui meow meow vampire

Laito eating macaroon

Ayato MB anime style

Young teenage diaboys

Shu, Reji, and Yui sketch

baby Ayato napping under the tree

sleeping sheep Laito

Laito licking candy cane 

Shu smiling:)

Diaboy’s Christmas Dinner

Shu sleeping on teddy bear

Yui phone selfie

Diabois on the plane

Sakamaki pillow fight

Azusa

Subaru holding children

Kino hawwwttt

Dadda Ayato

Female Ruki

Ayato in Korean clothes

Kanato holding Teddy

Ruki Birthday 2022

Tengu? Subaru

Laito winking

Ayato Ballin

Reji & Yui CL hug sketch

Maid Laito

Chuky Ayato

Shu birthday beach

Yui y2k fashion

Child Laito

Gothic Yui

Cordelia

Adult Laito

Kanato commission

Adult Yui

Kanato vent art ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Reji playing the Piano

My Melody Subaru

My Melody Reji

Kanato sleeping on giant Teddy

Chibi Yuma for birthday

My Melody Shin

Kou & Yui sketch

Random Sketch 2.

Kou bb cd prompt 

Morikubo Shin meme sketch 

Random sketch 1. 

Ruki’s Birthday Art 2020

Zero Shin sketch 

Laito Chibi 

Piofiore

Yang body pillow *ORDER HERE NOW*

Orlok modern clothes

Henri x Liliana

Liliana modern clothes

Yang modern clothes

Gilbert x Liliana

Collar x Malice

Kei x mc

Sasazuka in maid dress

Nil Admirari no Tenbin

Rui Sagisawa

Fandoms Mixed

Ayato (Diabolik Lovers) x Oc (maimaiotome) x Yang (Piofiore) Commission

Nokto (Ikepri) & Arthur (Ikevam)

Dante (Piofiore) & Napoleon (Ikevamp) wearing white suit

collar x malice:Takeru, Kei, Hoshino & Piofiore Nicola

#Ikemen Vampire #diabolik lovers #ikemen sengoku #ikemen series #nil admirari no tenbin #collar x malice #piofiore #ikemen prince

[crimson-snowfall]

Masterlist (Dec2019-Apr2020)

Hello, so I finally decided to create a masterlist, and for now it will only include the posts from Dec 2019 (when I started this blog) and Apr 2020. All of these are Ikemen Vampire related since it has been only recently that I went from an Ikevamp-exclusive blog into an otome blog.

Fanfiction:

Birthday Fics: [[Isaac]], [[Vincent]], [[Leonardo]], [[Theo]] 

Language of Flowers series: [[Napoleon]]  [[Mozart]] [[Leonardo]] [[Arthur]] [[Vincent]]  [[Theodorus]] [[Isaac]] [[Dazai]] [[Jean]] [[William]] [[Comte de Saint Germain]] [[Sebastian]] [[Vlad]]

500 follower celebratory fic: [NSFW] Sharing is caring (Vincent x Witch!MC x Theo, Threesome)

Charles Appreciation Week: Toll Kiss

Inspired by suggestive Isaac Card titles: It’s Too Big?, I’ll do you later

Prompt-based mini fic request series (Mar-Apr 2020):

“I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm, and I didn’t want to wake you.” (Napoleon)

“No, like… it’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.” (Charles)

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop to feel the rain?” (Theo)

“Don’t give me that puppy dog face. How am I supposed to say no to that?” (Theo)

“I like the way your hand fits in mine.” (Vincent)

“When I picture myself happy… it’s with you.” (Comte)

“I shouldn’t have fallen in love with you.” (Arthur)

“I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.” (Arthur)

“You are the single best thing that has happened to me.” (Isaac)

“I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking.” (Comte)

“These stars are nothing compared to the ones I’ve seen in your eyes.” (Isaac)

“I remember practicing how to ask you out on the mirror.” (Vincent)

Headcanons/Scenarios:

Watching Fireworks: [[Isaac & Vincent]], [[Arthur & Comte]], [[Napoleon, Theo, & Mozart]]

The 7 Deadly Sins: Ikemen Vampire edition

April Fool’s special:  Ikemen Vampire Scandal: Leonardo cheats on Comte… with Vlad?!?!?

The Ikevamp guy’s kinks

Sick!MC: [[Leonardo & Comte]] [[Isaac & Theo]]

Napoleon reacting to an MC with Napoleon complex

When they first bit MC (Vincent, Theodorus, & Comte de Saint-Germain)

Jealous Theo, Comte, and Leo

Arthur reacting to S/O who gets paid to write Sherlock fanfic

Theo, Isaac, & Comte reacting to a drunk!MC

“First words your soulmate says to you appears on your skin” (Arthur & Comte)

MC walking in on them naked (Napoleon & Theo)

Theo, Comte, & Leo with a kid

Reacting to MC with eating disorder (Napoleon, Leo, Arthur, Vincent, Theo, Isaac, Dazai, Comte)

Drunk!Theo and Drunk!Isaac

How Dazai messes with some of the residents (Napoleon, Mozart, Leo, Isaac, Comte, Theo)

Heavy sleepers (Arthur, Isaac) and Weird sleeping habits (Vincent, Leo)

MC with difficulty in self-expression (Isaac, Comte, Arthur)

Memes:

Ikemen Vampire Family Chart

Ikemen Vampire: Food stuck in Vending Machine?

Ikemen Vampire: How to Draw Vincent

Close your eyes, brother (Theo and Vincent)

Vincent’s Route in a nutshell

Ikemen Vampire Stabbing Chart

The otome fandom in general (Theo and Vincent)

How they were made: [[Dazai & Jean]]  [[Vincent & Theo]], [[Isaac & Arthur]], [[Leo & Comte]], [[Napoleon & Sebastian]], [[William & Mozart]]

MC to Arthur at some point

Ikemen Vampire: Problems

Ikemen Vampire: ‘Killability’ Chart

Ikemen Vampire: *stubs toe*

Ikemen Vampire: “Sorry I’m late. I...”

Ikemen Vampire: Is stabbing someone immoral?

Cybird to Isaac stans

Burning paper meme: [[Arthur & Theo]] [[Leonardo]]

Ikemen Vampire: Drinking Party

Link to existing tag masterlist. I haven’t updated this one yet (it only contains Ikevamp characters and other general categories) but nonetheless I’m including it here it can be helpful if you’re trying to look for content by character. I will post a separate notice once I have updated it.

Masterlist Updates? Depending on my activity for the following months, I may either: 1) just update this post after another month or 4 months, or 2) create another masterlist for May 2020 - August 2020 by the first week of September 2020.

Anyway feel free to inform me as well if you have found any broken or incorrect links in this post so I can correct it immediately~

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen series #masterlist #crimson-snowfall masterlist #ikevamp fanfic #ikevamp memes #ikevamp headcanon #ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp mozart #ikevamp leo #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp isaac #ikevamp vincent #ikevamp theo #ikevamp theodorus #ikevamp dazai #ikevamp jean #ikevamp william #ikevamp comte #ikevamp saint germain #ikevamp sebastian #ikevamp vlad #ikevamp charles #ikevamp faust

[kissmetwicekissmedeadly]

NAPOLEON BIRTHDAY PROMPTS 2020

It'a almost our Monsieur de Wahaha's birthday, so here is a little something to celebrate it! This is my first time doing something like this and I can’t wait to see how it turns out! (I’ll be participating too) Reblogs are appreciated!

You can either use the one-word prompts, the dialogue ones, or mix them! Don’t worry about posting after the day of the prompt and post only as many as you want. You can tag me in your posts and I’ll be happy to reblog them - you can also use the tag #NAPOLEON BIRTHDAY PROMPTS 2020

DAY 1 AUGUST 6TH ---

[ snooze ] / [ “I would like something to help me wake up.” ]

DAY 2 AUGUST 7TH ---  

[ école ] / [  “En garde!” ]

DAY 3 AUGUST 8TH ---

[ dessert ] / [  “Is that too sweet for you?” ]

DAY 4 AUGUST 9TH ---

[ dance ] / [  “I’m not going to step on you this time, you’ll see.” ]

DAY 5 AUGUST 10TH ---

[ letter ] / [  “Was that a bit too sappy?” ]

DAY 6 AUGUST 11TH ---

[ home ] / [  “To make a home out of the house… I like how that sounds.” ]

DAY 7 AUGUST 12TH ---  

[ fangs ] / [  “I feel like I’ll go crazy if I wait a second more.” ]

DAY 8 AUGUST 13TH ---

[ garret ] / [  “What’s gotten into you?” ]

DAY 9 AUGUST 14TH ---

[ field ] / [  “I love being here with you.” ]

DAY 10 AUGUST 15TH ---  

[ celebrations ] / [  “You can’t just sneak out on your own birthday party!” ]

#Ikemen Vampire #IkeVamp #ikevamp napoleon #ikemen vampire napoleon #NAPOLEON BIRTHDAY PROMPTS 2020

[arsnovacadenza]

Day 2: Standoff

Characters: Napoleon Bonaparte & Wellington (OC by @batteryrose) Pairings     : Napolington gen/pre-slash

“En Garde!”

By the third day, Leon was brave enough to look over his back.

He noticed somebody had been watching him as he left the airplane wreckage after looting for rations. Although they were distant, the crunching sounds his stalker's footsteps made were audible.

If they were in a war, he might have thought of them as foolish. But there was no war. There hadn't been any for years. Minuscule battles still occurred here and there, including the skirmish his squad encountered before they were separated from each other.

Now it's just you and I, Leon smiled wryly. Why you still think of me as a threat, I have no idea.

How long had they been alone?

Before this, the French soldier had been moving from one settlement to another, searching for a radio. Every building had been long abandoned, and he struggled to find one with working electricity. Sleeping places weren't hard to find (if you considered those cracker-thin mattresses comfortable), and neither was running water.

But scouring for food was an entirely different matter. Leon was no picky eater. His training (as well as recurring unfortunate circumstances) allowed him to withstand a relatively unchanging diet of flavorless protein bars. But even those were scarce.

Leon remembered the days when he and his comrades would keep an eye out for farms around their vicinity. At night, they'd jump over the fences and slaughtered whatever animals they came across. If they were lucky, they'd carry off a sack of potatoes or two.

It was unethical, they acknowledged. Nothing was in this fast decaying, dog-eat-dog world.

"At least no one's been murdered." His friend Joachim joked. "Hell, I heard that folks one town over from mine used to kill visiting foreign officers and cooked them!"

The town he was referring to had turned to dust long before they were born. Joachim himself disappeared one day during foraging and never returned.

Leon breathed out a long, deep sigh before he stood.

Reluctantly, he reached out for his rifle. Showdown or no, he needed to look for more bullets. Ignoring the eyes that were following him, Leon continued on his way.

Leon stared at his reflection. Dark circles were already taking shape under his eyes. The watering hole would've been a great place to nap if it wasn't for the lone soldier trailing him.

As if he was one to talk. What soldier under pursuit would do his laundry out in the open? Leon chuckled, imagining how baffled the other must have been seeing him setting up a clothesline and washing his shirt and jacket in just his undershirt.

But to Leon, his display of vulnerability was good enough of an invitation. If his predictions were correct, his adversary would come out of hiding and approach, knowing Leon meant no harm.

Not that he expected too much of their possible confrontation. If things took a turn for the worst, he would at least be free of starvation and solitude. Maybe he'd even reunite with Joachim and the others.

His sanity slippage must be very severe if he thought dying by an enemy's bullet was ideal, Leon thought.

Not that he had to wait too long for the end to arrive. Boots clunked heavily on the giant steel plate he was sitting on. Apparently, their owners no longer bothered to conceal their presence anymore.

Without waiting for Leon to turn around, the stalker greeted him in English. "Bold of you to turn your back on an enemy soldier. Are you not afraid of dying?"

Ah, it's a he. And just as desperate as I am.

"Other things can kill me faster." Leon promptly replied, the words rolling off oddly from his tongue. He hadn't spoken French in what felt like ages, let alone English.

Silence fell between them, the foreign man seemingly at a loss for words. Sighing, Leon got up on his feet and finally turned to face his opponent for the very first time.

The man's uniform confirmed him as an enemy soldier, alright. He was taller and had a slightly bigger build. Leon could make out tufts of unruly sandy blonde hair peeking out from beneath the soldier's helmet. Another defining feature was his icy blue eyes, glaring straight at the Frenchman before him.

Leon especially found it striking that the soldier wasn't even aiming his rifle at him. He was cradling the firearm diagonally across his chest, the muzzle raised above his left shoulder. The sleeves of his jacket were rolled back to expose well-defined forearms.

"Don't— don't be alarmed." Leon tried assuring him. "I'm holding no arms. I don't want to fight. See?" He gestured towards his clothesline and scattered equipment.

His opponent's eyes darted around the site before scrutinizing Leon from top to bottom. Eventually, he lowered his rifle with some hesitation.

"How ludicrous," The soldier scoffed without much bite. "The men from my company were fools, the lot of them. But I've never met anyone as reckless as you." Judging from his accent, the man was nowhere akin to the American soldiers Leon saw in the field.

"I," Leon struggled to come up with a witty remark on his own. "I'm alone."  he blurted out.

That was a nonsensical response if he were to go with the man's confounded expression. After a long, awkward pause, the gentleman cleared his throat.

"That makes the two of us, then." He set the weapon down and let it rest by his leg.

Relieved, Leon straightened back and rested a hand on his hip. The man seemed trustworthy, at least for now. All he had to do now was play the gracious host.

Until he kills me or leaves on his own, I guess.

"So," he cheerfully piped, mustering all his remaining charisma. "Are you hungry? I don't have much, but please help yourself." He invited the soldier to his makeshift encampment. "Do you still have rations?"

The soldier smiled wryly. "No. I was down to two bars when I came down to that wreckage. Was planning to loot some supplies, but there you were, an enemy soldier." He grumbled in laborious breaths. "I had been sustaining myself on those bars and some water those whole three days I followed you."

"How did you manage?"

"Fed on sheer anger." The Englishman flashed a smirk. "I was so jealous seeing you munching on those bars without a care in this bloody, shithole of a world. Hell, I was eager to shoot you right then and there before stripping you of every last protein bar you have."

Leon burst into a laugh, startling the poor soldier a second time.

His laughter rang loud and free, and Leon didn't care. It was a sign that maybe, just maybe, there was still hope after all these wretched months spent hungry and desolate.

The man peered at him with astonished, yet curious eyes.

"Pardon me," Leon apologized after his laughter died down. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to laugh at you. Um, I think I did not catch your name."

"Wellesley. Arthur Wellesley," He introduced himself with poise. "Second Lieutenant of the Royal Irish Regiment, 1st Battalion."

"Nice to meet you, Wellesley," The Frenchman stuck out his hand. "Bonaparte. Corporal Napoleon Bonaparte. But ranks no longer mean anything, no?" he grinned. "Call me Leon."

"Likewise," Wellesley accepted his handshake. " 'Arthur' is alright. Or call me Wells," the man muttered with a light blush on his cheeks. "That's what the blokes from my old regiment called me."

Leon nodded, standing back and regarding his new friend appreciatively.

"So, then, Wells." His emerald eyes glinted with newfound spirit. "What shall we do next?"

So with a 1, 2, 3, we will pick up our feet

Forgetting yesterday and every day, they don't mean a thing

Another 1, 2, 3, don't stop moving your feet

I'm sure that's all that we, that's all that we need.

Notes:

Made for Day 2 of Napoleon Birthday Prompt 2020 by @kissmetwicekissmedeadly .The lyrics I put in the ending are taken from this English cover of an anime OP. 

Also, Napoleon could've just gone with "Leon" instead of "Napoleone". It's less conspicuous for a nickname and it would suit him just fine.

#ikevam napoleon #napoleon birthday prompt 2020 #napolington #ikevamp wellington #ikevamp oc #riri tries ikevam #I tried

[lil-creatorwritings]

Napoleon Birthday Prompt 2020 Day 4: Secret

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire Pairing: Napoleon Bonaparte x Isabella Leatton (OC) Word Count: 1,799 words Prompt: [ dance ] / [ “I’m not going to step on you this time, you’ll see.” ] Warning: None, I guess? It is more of hurt/comfort though. A/N: Part of @kissmetwicekissmedeadly 's Napoleon Birthday Prompts 2020. Check the original post here! So, this fic was suppose to be done... 500 words ago. Or 700. I'm not sure. But the point is, my muse has gone off into a tangent again and so here we are. This wasn't suppose to be a hurt/comfort, but it had ended up that way. I was not prepared to hurt my dear Isabella like this, but the muse wants what she wants, and I cater to her whimsical ideas. I am but just a vehicle for her literary visions. Anyway, enough about that nonsense and let's get into the fic, shall we?

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It was eerily quiet. Napoleon closed the door, yawning as he made his way through the foyer. He'd woken up late today as usual, but to his surprise, it wasn't a pair of soft lips that greeted him awake. It was a gloved hand and Sebastian didn't say anything more than a greeting and that pancakes were freshly made and ready to eat downstairs.

She wasn't there in the dining room when he arrived. The others who were there didn't know where she was either, saying that they hadn't seen her this morning either. Isabella had been acting strange these past few days, avoiding him whenever he tries to spend time with her. There was always some sort of excuse that took up most of her hours, only seeing her again at dinner and before they settle down for bed. And even then she would fall asleep relatively fast, murmuring about how tired she was before drifting off on his chest.

Not only that, but it also seemed that she was hanging out with a few of the residents a bit more. Once, he spotted her speaking to Arthur with a hushed tone, cutting their conversation short as he got closer to them. There was also a time when she entered the music room, her presence making the piano keys stop in their tracks and resume only when she left. Neither of those bothered him at first, not until last night when she mentioned about her sore ankles.

Normally, he was not one to push. He knew that people would open up about it in their own time if they chose to do so. The only thing he can do in the meantime is to give support and wait until they're ready. But this was different.

What could she be working so hard for? More importantly, why is she keeping it a secret from him?

Since no one knew where she was, he started his search in the mansion. A quick sweep through the second floor revealed that she wasn't there--she would leave the door slightly open to signal where she was if someone needed to locate her. The garret was empty and so was the training hall and the thermae. By the time he finished combing through the gardens, Isaac was waiting for him by the gate to head into town together for their little school.

When they returned, the lobby was just as empty as they left Since dinner was still a few hours away, Napoleon decided to head to his room to lie down for a bit. The sound of voices from the game room didn't interest him until he heard her laughing, her words muffled from the thickness of the door.

He didn't bother to knock. What he found was rather unusual, given its occupants. Arthur was seated on the sofa with his legs crossed, a seemingly innocent bystander of the scene unfolding in the middle of the room. Isabella was in Leonardo's arms, her hand clasped in one of his and the other resting on his shoulder. The taller man's free arm was around her waist a little too snugly to his liking, an exasperated look present on his face.

Comte, who was standing close to the two, looked at him with a curious look. "Is something wrong, Napoleon?"

Resting a hand on his hip, he did his best to school his features and sound casual. "No, but I need to talk to Isabella about something if you don't mind."

"Hm, I suppose it is time for her to take a break. We can always continue later if you want." The painter reached to ruffle her hair slightly, chuckling when she pouted and ducked to get away from him.

"Geez, Leonardo! Did you have to mess up my hair like that?" She walked over to him, smoothing down her hair as she approached. "What did you nee-oh!"

Napoleon took her by the wrist and pulled her out of the room, leaving the three men behind to exchange glances. He didn't stop until they entered his room, bringing her into his arms as soon as the door was shut. She let out a surprised yelp, tilting her head over the strangeness of his actions. "Napoleon? What is it?"

Nuzzling in her neck, he took a deep breath of her scent and sighed. "I haven't seen you for days."

"That's not true. I wake you up and see you at night during dinner. We even head for bed together."

"I meant that we hadn't spent that much time with each other."

"I guess so. There's quite a bit of work to be done around the mansion."

"That's not it. I mean... it feels like you're avoiding me."

"Avoiding you? Why would I do that?"

He looked up at her, thinking the same question. "That's what I want to know. Because even when I try to catch you at a free time, you're suddenly headed somewhere else or talking to someone else about something. And the next time I saw you, you were with the other residents and having fun with them. Without me."

"It's not like we were doing anything wei--" Isabella paused, observing him before she tilted her head. "Wait. Were you... jealous?"

Ah. So that would explain the heat swirling in his chest earlier. "Don't change the subject. This isn't about me."

"I'm not trying to."

"So why are you avoiding me but acting the same with the others?"

"I'm not avoiding you nor am I favoring spending time with others over you. And that's the truth." Her eyebrows knit together as her mouth pressed into a thin line, her voice taut with restraint.

Napoleon guided her to sit on the bed, kneeling in front of her. He recognized that look on her face--it was that look she gets when she's trying to shut off her emotions. Taking a deep breath, he clasped her hands in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. "You know you can tell me anything, right? I know that something's troubling you." When she didn't budge, he continued. "I don't mind how long we have to stay here until you're ready. But I'm always here for you."

A quiet moment passed before she sighed, her shoulders dropping from their uptight position. She cast her gaze down on their joined hands resting on her lap, fingers idly fiddling with his. "You remember that party we were invited to a couple of days ago. The one where we danced and had almost bumped into another couple on the floor."

He nodded. It was a thank you from a nobleman that he rescued a week ago. The man was a jeweler on the way to deliver a client's commission when he was coerced into an alleyway to be robbed. He had noticed just in time to disarm the thief of his knife and took him to the nearest police station. Before he left, the man had promised to reward him with something and received a letter of invitation to the party the next day.

"When you went to talk to the nobleman, I heard a couple of women talking about how clumsy I was. It wouldn't have bothered me as much until... they started saying how it made you look awful. How they would've made for a better dance partner. How I... wasn't fit for someone like you." She swallowed, her voice faltering into a soft tone as she tightened her grip on his hands. "I told myself I'd learn how to dance properly so that... I can prove them wrong..."

Napoleon knew that there had always been a conflict in the back of her mind, something in the vein of 'being a good enough match for him', or rather, who he had been when he was still human. It was never said out loud, but there was no need--it was moments like this that spoke out for what she truly felt. She's the one who's most aware of her flaws, always trying to cover it up one way or another and fix it on her own. That sort of independence was something he admired but also detested, especially when it led her to this.

Moving up beside her, he guided her head to his chest and caressed her hair. "Isabella," he started, feeling her weight as she leaned into him, hands gripping on his shirt. "it doesn't matter what other people think or say. The only thing I care about is you and I'll always love you for who you are."

She trembled in his embrace, overcome with the meaning of his words. To whose standards is she not right for him, he will never know, because the sole opinion that mattered to him was his own. He loves her entire being, faults included, and she loves him with unadulterated affection. That was the only truth they needed.

It took her a while to look up at him, hazel eyes misty with unshed tears as she nodded. "Thank you."

Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he waited for her to compose herself before asking. "So, you were asking them to teach you how to dance?"

"Yes, Napoleon, I was." Isabella let out a tired laugh, taking a deep breath before nuzzling in his neck. "I've been asking them in my spare time."

"But Leonardo doesn't know how to dance."

"The one teaching me is Comte. He insisted that I practice with Leonardo earlier to test how much I've improved."

"And Arthur?"

"He saw it by accident once and was just there to gawk and poke fun at us."

So that's what it all was. He felt a bit silly to be so worked up about it. "Why didn't you ask me to help you?"

"I would have, but I wanted to surprise you. I was going to show you that I wouldn't step on your feet next time." She wrapped her arms around him, lifting her head to look up at him. "Were you jealous though?"

He pouted just a bit. "No."

"Really? I could have sworn you were when you barged in the room like that earlier."

"That was just your imagination."

"Oh, I see. And you searching for me throughout the whole mansion earlier was just Vincent's imagination?"

"Yes." Napoleon smiled, relieved to notice the ache in his chest has disappeared. She shook her head at him, chuckling softly as she rested her head on his chest. Leaning backward, he collapsed down on the mattress with her on top of him.

"I know they're expecting me soon, but can we stay like this a little longer?"

"Of course." He kissed the top of her head, his hand already running up and down her back. "As long as you need."

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Mine to Dance With (Napoleon Bonaparte x Reader)

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Napoleon Bonaparte x Reader

Prompt:  dance / “I’m not going to step on you this time, you’ll see.”

Warning: None!

Intended Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 1,325

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       “Look up, ma cherie. I’ve got you,” Le Comte’s gentle voice coaxed, and you smiled up at him apologetically.

       “Sorry. Thank you for doing this.”

       The greater vampire smiled softly, leading you through another few steps before answering, “It’s my pleasure, though I am surprised you didn’t ask Napoleon to help you.”

       “Oh…” You chuckled uncomfortably, your hand tightening in his, and your teeth caught the inside of your cheek as you thought about your last attempt to practice dancing with your lover.

       “Did something happen, ma cherie?” Le Comte’s questioning made you startle. “It may not be any of my business, but I’m always here if you would like to talk.”

       “Are you sure? I don’t want to burden you.” You frowned thoughtfully. Should you share with him? He had already helped you so many times before and you didn’t want to bother him, but…

       The hand on your waist pulled you closer, his touch comforting. Golden eyes gleamed in amusement as he replied, “Try me.”

       “Well…” Your cheeks warmed as his face loomed close to yours and you mumbled an apology when you missed a step, stumbling over his fine leather shoes. “I do usually ask Napoleon to help me, and he’s always so patient with me even when I step on his feet half the time, but he’s used to dancing with women who know how to dance.” Le Comte’s steps halted, but his arms and hands remained in place. Your feet suddenly seemed very interesting again, the tips of your shoes nearly touching his. “I guess I feel a little incompetent.”

       “Ma cherie…” A gentle hand tilted your chin up and you blinked at the look in Le Comte’s eyes, familiar if it weren’t for the different face wearing the expression. “You don’t know, do you?”

       You opened your mouth to ask him what he meant, but another voice interrupted before you could. Spinning on your heel at the sound of your name, you caught sight of the object of your greatest troubles and greatest happiness striding across the grass towards you. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips until you saw the look on his face and your eyes widened in surprise. Napoleon looked positively stormy, glittering green gaze narrowed at the man behind you and his mouth set in a near snarl as he stalked closer. 

       “Napoleon?” You squeaked as he reached out to tug you into his arms, one around your waist while the other looped around your shoulders. The two men shared a look as your gaze flitted between them, and a heartbeat later Le Comte stepped back, tucking his hands in the pockets of his coat. The small, appeasing smile on his face seemed to satisfy your boyfriend who turned and walked away with you in tow.

       Blinking at Napoleon’s back as he pulled you along, you failed to notice the regretful softening of Le Comte’s eyes as he peered after you.

       “Napoleon?” you called softly as he led you down the hall, “Are you okay?”

       Without answering, he slowed to a stop, his hand squeezing yours. His free palm came to rest on your cheek as he turned to face you, his thumb stroking your cheekbone tenderly. His expression was unreadable, the imperceptible tug of his bottom lip between his teeth all you had to go by as he stared at you. Finally, he exhaled and spoke, “This isn’t the place.”

       Resuming his quick pace, you followed silently, despite the many questions storming your brain. Eventually, you reached the garret, that special place in the mansion that was all yours and his. Standing in the middle of the tiny room, he took your hands in his, stroking your knuckles as he held them between the two of you. You waited patiently for him to speak, moments passing as the sun illuminated the dust spores floating about the room. 

       “Why were you dancing with him?” he finally murmured, keeping his gaze on your hands.

       “I asked him to help me practice,” you answered honestly.

       His brow furrowed, mouth turning down. “Why did you go to him and not me?” His voice sounded choked, pained, and your heart broke a little at the sound of it.

       “I thought I’d give your feet a break from being stepped on,” you tried for lightness, but his frown only deepened.

       “I never said it bothered me when you stepped on my feet.” his eyes lifted to you and the hurt look you saw there made your heart sink even further. “There’s something else, isn't there?”

       You took a deep breath, preparing yourself. What would he think when you told him about your insecurities? Would he think you silly for it? Taking a deep breath, you squeezed hands, drawing strength from them as his knuckles flexed, squeezing back.

       Lifting your head, you swallowed and tried to hold his waiting gaze. These feelings wouldn’t go away until you at least got them out into the open. Whatever happened after that, you had to at least have a little faith in the man you had given everything for. “I just feel kind of...inadequate, I guess?” 

       “It’s silly, I know!” you rushed, forcing a couple chuckles as his mouth opened to speak before falling shut again. “I’ve tried to reason with myself, but… somehow…I can’t help but think about how natural it is for you… how much practice you’ve had with those kinds of things.”

       “With other women?” he supplied, and you were helpless but to nod.

       He sighed and your gaze dropped to your feet, heart hammering in your chest and a ball of anxiety rising in your throat. “I’m sorry, I know-”

       Warm arms wrapped around you, silencing you as Napoleon tucked your face against his chest. “I had to dance with other women in the past for appearances,” he spoke, his arms tightening around your waist. “But I never enjoyed it, not until you.”

       Cupping your cheek, he tilted your face up to his, making you meet his earnest gaze. “It doesn’t matter if you step on my feet or if you aren’t coiffed like the women from my past life. One of the reasons why I fell in love with you is because I can be a normal man with you. When I’m with you, it’s just you and me. No one else. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

       Thumping your forehead against his collarbone, you chuckled, biting back tears of relief. You hadn’t realized how much this mattered, how much this had weighed on you, until just now, your fingers shaking as they laced with his. This power he had over you was something extraordinary, a mere few sentences making you feel like you could fly away if not for the steady pounding of your heart in your chest keeping your feet on the ground.

       “Thank you,” you managed, unsure what else to say. What could you say to express how happy he’d made you simply for reaffirming something you had already known to be true?

       “You don’t need to thank me. I should be thanking you for giving me this life.” Stepping back, you watched him questioningly as he bent his lips to your hand, the perfect gentleman as he bowed to you. Napoleon’s smile curled against your knuckles as he asked, “Will you dance with me and only me, mon amour?”

       His grin widened as you answered, “I’m all yours.” Sweeping you into his arms, one hand settled around your waist while the other lifted your own, mimicking the position you had taken with Le Comte minutes ago, yet it felt so much more right this time, like this was where you were meant to be. “I’m not going to step on you this time, you’ll see,” you promised, to which he chuckled.

       “You could make my feet black and blue and I would still rather dance with you than anyone else.”

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vii. We were madly in love (NSFW)

NAPOLEON BIRTHDAY PROMPTS 2020- Day 7 - fangs

Prompt:   “I feel like I’ll go crazy if I wait a second more.”

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content; Vampire Bites; Vaginal Sex; Oral Sex

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Over the sound of applause, Napoleon could hear his own heartbeat.

 “Napoleon, will the two of you be joining us afterwards? I’ve reserved a table for all of us.”

“Thank you very much for the invitation, Comte, the opera was excellent. But we’ll be heading home from here.”

  Over the sound of the carriage rocking through the streets, Napoleon could hear his own heartbeat.

On the opposite seat, she stood. Every once in a while lamplight came in through the window in a thin strap that grazed her figure from bottom to top and then disappeared somewhere past the borders of the window frame. Once it lit her face and showed her quiet invitation, cherry lip caught behind her teeth. The next time light came in, Napoleon’s figure was on top of hers.

She cupped his face, forcing him away just to breathe in, almost cursing the need of air that tried to surpass the need of him.

Napoleon used the chance to attack her neck with fierce kisses that were landing lower and lower. She moaned, hands carding through midnight black hairlocks, attempting to pull him off her, “Napoleon, mmm… Napoleon, the carriage stopped…”

“Want you.”

She moaned as he suckled on her exposed cleavage, the hem of her dress being pulled down slightly thanks to his actions. She hoped to make it to the mansion in one piece, but with the way Napoleon was trying to devour her, it would be a difficult task.

He could figure the red mark on her chest was quite satisfying, that’s it, if he could see it in the dark. The fact that he couldn’t go any further was the only thing that signaled his brain to let go of her inviting embrace. With an annoyed groan, he went to his feet and opened the carriage door.

The chill night air helped him found his grounding, but he wasn’t sure if it was the same for her – she landed in his arms and it took her another moment to straighten her posture. Maybe it was his fault for making her legs weak. But going for another kiss wouldn’t solve a thing – not that he refused it when she went on her tip toes.

  Over the sound of the key turning in the lock, he could hear his own heartbeat.

In the blink of an eye there he was, on the other side of the door, and there she was – locked between the door frame and his greedy arms that were trying to find every curve of her body below the frilled dress.

He pulled her off the door and led her to the stairs; she had to drop her purse and hold into the railing as he stood behind her to deal with the ties of her dress. The clothing loosened up on her shoulders, but he didn’t peel it off her just yet. It gave him more to toy with until they reached their destination.

Step after step, they made it to the top, and Napoleon refused to break the kiss as they moved to his bedroom.

They didn’t end up there. Blindly searching for the light switch, the sight that came with the lights was the very familiar lounge that the residents liked to attend in the evenings.

As she went to the door again, Napoleon stopped her.

“We’re alone in the whole mansion.”

The skin of her neck shivered where he was whispering, her hands sliding down and off the doorknob. He walked her to the nearby shelf. “Lean here and hold on for a bit.” He turned her with her back to him and started to undo her corset. She held into the article of clothing but Napoleon tugged it down along with every other layer of clothing that was still clinging onto her frame. Then he spun her around, the face she was making was already robbing him of all reason. He made her yelp when he lifted her so suddenly off the floor, and carried her over to the table.

He placed her down, her nakedness was a delicious sight against the marble of the table; he got to his knees and pushed her legs open.

“N-napo-ahhh…”

He planted chaste kisses against her sex; afraid that if he rushed it all too much, he wouldn’t be able to stop at all. She was already dripping in excitement, and he found her hands shyly trying to push his face closer. He smirked and opened his lips to suckle on her flushed nub, his greedy nunuche.

Not that he was any better. He slid one hand down to his pants, palming over his bulging erection that was begging to be released from the tightness of his pants.

He removed his hot mouth from her, so that he could reach down and unbuckle his damned belt at last. He felt her hand ghosting over his chin, bringing it up to face her.

“Napoleon… you want to bite me again, don’t you?”

Her words set blood rushing upwards until he could feel the gums of his fangs pulsating; they indeed were torturing him with bloodthirst.

He buried his face against the plush flesh of her tights, nodding.

Then he watched her take off the little ruffled choker that was on her neck; it revealed the still unhealed mark he left her earlier that evening, before the opera.

Napoleon groaned at the sight; some primal part of him was satisfied with the way he’d laid his claim on her, another part was craving for more.

She wanted to lure him upwards to her neck again, but he stayed where he was. Taking one leg on his strong grip, he lifted it up and placed it on his shoulder.

“I want to bite you where your skin is sensitive.”

His grazing fangs landed on the soft crease of the back of her knee.

She shivered, and he held her leg more firmly, his nose caressing her flesh. “Mm…I feel like I’ll go crazy if I wait a second more.”

She wasn’t sure of the consequences of him waiting, but she wondered about the opposite scenario as well – blood was nourishing him with a bit too much energy that needed to be spent.

Napoleon nibbled on the skin for a bit before biting; his front teeth leaving punctures and his fangs only grazing the skin time and time again until eventually blood will spill; it excited him to test his own limits like that. Priding himself in owning a strong will was one thing; triumphing on claiming that one of a kind sweetness was another. Where self-control faded there was relief. Red painted his fangs and electricity shoot through him.

He felt her impulsively trying to fold her leg, but he held it on its place. To his ears came a moan, another one, then he made out the words “don’t pull them away” and his hand was drawn, by her hand, down between her legs. He palmed her wetness blindly, curling his fingers downwards until two of them slipped easily in. His fangs were pressed still on her skin, without sucking blood, but their pointy tips making contact with the fresh wound that was enough to shoot up pleasure within her. Combined with the steady trusts of his fingers, it wasn’t long before he more of felt her come rather than heard. She was muffling her moans behind a hand. Napoleon lost his mind of the sight of her.

The corners of his mount were collecting saliva because of how long he held it ajar, his jaw relaxing at the moment he pulled away. A tongue swept over his fangs – the toast was a pleasant one – the spot he chose must’ve made it hurt a bit more but to think how fast she came with that… 

“I’m going to figure you’re saving a few for when I join the fun.”

She snapped out of her bliss to raise herself of her elbows, puffing her lower lip at his comment. “You joined the fun quite a long time ago, monsieur…” using his shoulder to lift herself up, she looked down at him, “In fact, you’ve been having too much fun in my opinion.”

And he stood up, towering over her, bringing her hand to his lips to kiss. “With a woman like you…” he made his way up, kissing on her skin and bringing sensations that were different than those intense ones from a few moments ago and they sharpened her senses anew. “There are only fun things to do” He was smiling, but it came out stained with lust. He pulled that same hand until she was forced to stand up, her body crashing against his own. He kissed her full of tongue and teeth and four hands worked together on his clothing until all came loose and then fell, and the clinging of his keys meeting the tiles startled them but only for a moment, only for a moment until all other sound faded, all that weren’t helpless moans. He was rubbing between her legs again, fast at that, and she wanted to pull out from the kiss because she couldn’t possibly answer it anymore but he didn’t mind her at all. All he wanted was to bring her to the edge again, to feel her nails on his forearms begging him to relieve her.

But for him, there was nothing sweeter than feeling the moment she loses herself on  him.  They moved together, wishing it could be more than one feet at time, until her breast pushed against the plush of the couch. Napoleon’s hand was on her shoulder, trying to turn her to face him, but she was aching and the position was promising – she gripped the back of the couch and opened her legs, concentrating on the moment his groin will meet her backside. She arched her back more, to meet him, and him, the tease, he pulled back. She was whimpering by the time he chuckled in her ear, a hand caressing her cheek in apology. He guided his cock in. 

Napoleon let out a groan at how easily he swept in; her wetness welcoming him and pulling him more every time he pulled back. Rocking his hips on a steady pace was a bearable task until the moment she tightened around him, her hips shooting back to meet him more, seeking out more, more, past the margins of what was physical and what was possible to ask; but she found it all in that one sharper thrust, pleasure exploding in a whiteness behind her eyelids and in ringing in her ears. Napoleon was in delight; she could hear him praising her, something slipping like honey at the beginning and being French and twice as dirty at the end; the way she wasn’t even holding into the backrest anymore because it was that easy to pick her up, to turn her, to put her into his lap with her back to his chest without missing a beat. And his hands crossed on her front, bringing her down onto him, her weight falling down in deep trusts that were all about skin slapping against skin. Napoleon kissed what he could of her, a shoulder, the strand of hair that was sticking to her skin, the side of her jaw. She put her hands over his arms, holding tight while he mercilessly rocked her on his lap, robbing her of the ability to judge if her moans were too loud or not; but he could hear him clearly: “Let’s turn you around, I need to see you.”

She swore her pulse went quiet in those seconds they had to disconnect, but it paid well when she found herself into his embrace. He was hugging her tight to himself and she could finally use the leverage to work together with him. Napoleon was groaning; she pushed him to lean back into the couch and rocked her hips back and forth on him, exchanging the deepness of his previous pace for something that gave drove him mad and stimulated him even more. She could feel herself being close as well, way too close and almost convinced that she wouldn’t be able to wait for him; then suddenly he hissed and his hands found her waist, pushing her down to take him all the way in. It was so wet inside her that she couldn’t possibly feel him spill, if it wasn’t for the warmth and the strong pulsation it brought. Or maybe they were her own, maybe the moans in the air belonged to her, maybe she was chanting Napoleon’s name aloud. 

He pulled her down to rest on top of him and he sank further down, a satisfied sound vibrating on his throat. The sweat that formed on their bodies began to cool pleasurably and she curled her lips into a smile, snuggling closer in his arms. 

“We never made it to the bedroom.”

“We didn’t…” he snorted, “We didn’t, well, it’s not too late.”

She pecked his lips, testing him if he had turned to goo or not yet, because on words everything seemed easy but he hated moving after he’d just came. “Do you think you can manage?”

“I don’t know, can we make it to the bedroom without pulling out?”

She shoved her face down his shoulder, hoping to hide the chuckle that was threatening to come out and challenge him even more; but even without that, there was only one way to find out and Napoleon had his reasons to believe in his ideas, even if they emitted the fact that they had to drop by again later to collect their things that were all over the place. And he really, really hated to move after he had just came; and she was suddenly getting more worried about making it back to the lounge afterwards. 

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