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╰┈➤ Napoleon reminisces about the most important meals of his life.
Napoleon Bonaparte/Main Character • rating: G • tags: Food; Childhood Memories; Light Angst; Developing Relationship; Spoilers from Napoleon's main route; Vampire Bites; Hurt/Comfort; Weddings; Fluff; Character Study • wordcount: 1,825 • masterlist
🦋 Written for Ikemen Vampire Zine - a 7th Anniversary Fan Collab
A/N: Writing this was so fun, and also so important to me! The topic felt very personal - ever since I got my diagnosis (dt1) a year and a half ago, my relationship with food changed for the worse, but today I'm celebrating food more than ever in my life. My boyfriend is currently chasing his dream of becoming a professional chef. Napoleon, as a character, is also associated with food due to being both a foodie and a hobby cook himself. The game's EOS makes me nostalgic for the early days of it, and I figured a retrospective kind of fic would fit both the theme of the zine and the feelings I've had for it lately. All in all, I'm quite happy with how this turned out! I hope my fellow Napo fans, however few of them remain, can enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Happy 7th Anniversary, Ikemen Vampire!
It's well past midnight, and Comte Le Saint-Germain's mansion rests tucked in the lush greenery of early summer, unlit and quiet and deep in slumber. Or so it seems.
"Napoleon, it really is amazing that you remember all these things from so long ago! And here I am, can't remember what I had for lunch yesterday…"
MC's observation makes Napoleon let out a quiet snort, the kind that is inevitably accompanied by a ruffling of her hair, an old habit of his. She recognizes it already as the gesture of adoration that it is, even if annoying, and refrains from fixing her messed-up hair as it hardly matters in the dark. Right, it has indeed gotten quite dark in the garret. Lost in chatter, neither of them seems to have noticed the last bits of daylight dying out to make way for a starlit sky. But now even the full moon has hidden behind a fluffy cloud, adding another layer to the darkness inside the garret. Napoleon takes a mental note to ask MC if she's scared of the dark. And then to use the excuse to give her a comforting cuddle. But not without teasing her about it first.
"I keep telling you, Nunuche, I'm not that old. I might have had an eventful life, but it all still feels like yesterday to me. Maybe that's because I've made a point of never forgetting these times."
Napoleon goes quiet for a bit. This principle of his goes hand in hand with the bitterness of regret; it lingers on his tongue. But he'd be a fool to poison such a pleasant conversation, so he thinks of a more light-hearted direction to drive it in.
"…Besides, few meals in life are worth remembering, anyway. You're good."
His ever-curious Nunuche makes a humming noise as soon as he throws in that bold claim. Even though it's dark, Napoleon can almost see her tilt her head, like a cute little puppy. His mind is already cleansed.
"Now I'm curious! Wait, let me think about mine, and you can think about yours in the meanwhile…"
"Sure, I'm sure it won't take you long."
"Napoleon!!"
It takes Napoleon everything not to give MC another hair ruffling. His grin is hidden in the darkness, and it remains on his face even after he sinks further into the pillow propped against the wall and begins reminiscing about the new topic.
What is food to him? In the aforementioned busy life of his, there has been little time for such mundanities - that’s it, at first thought. At second, it's something so fundamental in life that it naturally takes up a good chunk of it.
A colorful flash of memories floods his mind, all framed by a stark white plate. The dim and quiet room seems to sharpen his senses, and his imagination does a great job of even replicating the very taste of those memories…
***
Chestnut porridge. A deep frown spreading on his youthful face, eyes still heavy with sleep as the first disappointment of the day is already served in front of him. Chestnut porridge - again! To his left, there's Joseph, already gobbling his own meal like there's no tomorrow. When there surely is a tomorrow - one filled with even more porridge, that’s for sure.
Ever since little Napoleone remembers himself - even if that's not a very long time - he remembers the taste of chestnuts. It's all they eat, it seems. They are in the bread and they’re even in the deserts his mom surprises the family with for special ocassions.
Napoleone knows there's a good reason for that - he's heard about a million times now the tale of the old chestnut tree in the garden of their family home, under which he plays. Something about his grandparents taking pride in managing to save it when they were told to cut it down. He doesn't understand what could be so special about it when chestnut trees are everywhere in town. Apparently, there used to be even more of them back in the day, but something happened. He is not in a hurry to remember the details when he's sure to hear that story again sooner or later. And, besides, remembering about it doesn't help him gulp down his porridge any faster.
To his right, there's his baby brother Lucian. He seems to have stalled eating, imitating his older sibling. Napoleone thinks about how much worse hunger is compared to porridge, and for the first time, he realizes he's the big brother now.
There's also little Elisa, still in mother's belly. He will be sure to teach them to eat their meals! That's what big brothers do.
***
A dry piece of bread. At the table of an Emperor, there surely are bigger plaisirs de la bouche. Yet, Napoleon couldn't care less. He has things to do, places to go, and having a feast is the last thing on his mind. He's barely slept, again, and maybe that's half the reason he does things on auto pilot yet again. He could, at the very least, dip his bread into the rich and flavourful sauce of his poultry dish (those are all the talks lately, as gastronomy seems to reach new peaks day after day!) - but he doesn't.
Or, perhaps, that's a deep-seated habit from his soldier days, which were not so long ago. The rations were hard to swallow back then, both in the figutive and in the literal sense.
Upon coming to power, one of his first priorities were to feed his army better, and it led to innovations in food preservation. "An army marches on its stomach!", he likes to say, and upon making the observation that he fails to listen to his own words, all while being head of said army at that, he makes a promise to eat better.
***
Overcooked rice. Even though, at the time Napoleon is eating it, it's just rice - though he can tell there's something not quite right with it. But much later, when looking back to it, he'd remember it as the most overcooked rice that ever grazed his palate, the self-critic that he is.
But right now, it's just rice, the rice he made. Attempted to, anyway. This is all so new to him.
This reincarnation thing aside, cooking on its own is a whole new world for him. He's been so kindly housed by Le Comte, the last thing he wants to do is make himself even more of a parasite by requiring special service, seeing that his housemates don't have the same…erm, dietary needs as him. Interestingly, living with vampires has proved to be easier to get used to than living with himself, it seems, as he still hasn't found a very useful way to spend his time. This, right now, however - it feels like progress. He's alone in the kitchen just like he wanted to, and he's about to make his first meal… even if it costs him his (second) life.
Why choose rice of all things? Recently, he had a change of heart when it comes to it. All his life, he's known rice to be this luxury food that was sometimes prepared for his imperial table, and like with other specialties, he had little interest in it. Knowing Le Comte's wealth, it was no surprise to find it at the noble's table as well. But prepared by the mansion's trustworthy butler Sebastian, rice has a new name. No longer the star of the plate, yet a thousand times more delicious; served the way it was meant to be eaten, Napoleon thinks.
And now, standing before his creation, he enthusiastically digs in. It tastes…pretty mild. But for once, he's taking his time. Paying attention to texture, saltiness, to those experimental spices he used and how the whole thing comes together. The strange trill of this new experience gradually calms down to a pleasant warmth residing within his belly.
For the first time, he understands the power of a comfort meal.
***
Blood. Hot on his tongue; unexpectedly sweet. That's the first thing that gets him. The metalic, salty taste of blood, Napoleon thought, could be enjoyed only by a monster. Yet, as he helplessly drinks, and drinks, his body cares little about such philosophy. Morales make way for nature - in the same ugly way in which some species' offspring devour the body of its mother for survival. Awakening his vampiristic self feels a little bit like yet another rebirth for Napoleon. He has to start all over and accept himself yet again. But as he takes his full, looking at the eyes of his beloved who did this for him, warm and alive in his arms, same as Napoleon himself, he realizes nature is not so cruel if it finds a way for him, for them. He's sure he'll think a lot about this dreadful first taste of blood, but for the time being, he lets it be his life source just like any other food he had to gulp down for survival.
***
Wedding cake. White and fluffy whipped cream smeared on Nunuche's cheeks. Cutting the first piece of the wedding cake together with Nunuche. The surprise on Nunuche's face when it was first brought into the reception's hall, so tall and lavish and making Nunuche resemble a kid in a candy store, quite literally. Eating leftovers of wedding cake with Nunuche much, much later that night, tired from the long day; yet happy, so, so happy as Napoleon never felt before. And the taste…
The taste of the cake, what was it, even?
***
Napoleon snaps from his deep thoughts. He feels a little embarassed to have spent so much time overthinking such a silly question, and thankfully, MC couldn't hear just how unnecessarily dramatic his inner monologue turned at one point.
Even though, his most recent memories seem to be nothing of the kind. Every next meal he can think of is no more than a glimpse and a smile on his face. Nothing more and nothing less. And he wouldn't have it any other way.
There will surely be other meals to remember. A warm chicken soup to soothe a sick throat… Why not a few more cakes for good measure, to mark celebrations. The foreign and memorable taste of the dishes of some far-away country, once he finally embarks on his dream travels, together with Nunuche. Preparing baby food…
Napoleon’s face burns red.
"Whatever, Nunuche. I give up. When I think of food, I can't seem to think of anything else but the way you stuff your cute cheeks full,” he lies.
A second of silence is followed by a soft murmur.
Napoleon isn't sure how much time has passed, but MC seems to have fallen asleep in the meantime. As he scoots closer and pokes her cheek, but gently enough not to wake her up, he wonders if she's having any yummy dreams right now…
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The quiet rustling sounds of the fabric can be heard from within the forest, the gate that separates the two clans. Leonardo changes his outfit so that he doesn’t get caught when he enters the forbidden territories.
“This will do the work”, he whispers to himself, pulling the hood over his head.
The curious little boy who had once stood at the edge of the forest, wondering what lay beyond it, had never truly disappeared. Tonight, he was finally about to step into the cursed lands, since meeting her had finally given him a reason to cross the boundary.
He looks over his shoulder, taking in the afternoon sunlight before crossing the gates into the forbidden grounds.
After a few paces, the warmth faded from the air.
The leaves overhead thickened, swallowing the light one layer at a time. The birdsongs were replaced by the quiet, melancholic melody of the bats residing within these huge trees.
It wasn’t entirely night nor blinding shadow, but a soft twilight covering the entire premises of the land.
“Interesting” A smirk plays on his lips as he steps forward, with no intention of backing away.
Meanwhile, somewhere inside the premises
“You promised two bottles of blood in exchange for these herbs.” She asks, staring at the vendor inside the medical shop.
“I did, I did… but you know we are running short on blood”, the vendor says, rubbing his palms together with a well-rehearsed smile.
“Fine, I will negotiate. Ten gold coins.” She extends her hand with a wicked smirk in return.
“Ten gold coins?! That’s too much” The vendor was sweating, his polite exterior slipping.
“Too much? Then two bottles of fresh blood”
With a curse under his breath, the vendor goes inside to pick two bottles of fresh blood.
“That’s the spirit”, She gives the vendor a blowing kiss before taking the bottles from him.
Leonardo was witnessing this entire encounter from a distance, clearly astonished by the process of the things.
The entire scenario didn’t match with what he was taught and read from his clan history; for him, until now, this clan belonged to monsters, who mercilessly kill anyone who enters their domain.
He expected cages, violence, the strong scent of fresh blood, bones of humans, but the humans are living in peace with children roaming around the marketplace, people bargaining for things, some even joking around - a completely different world.
“So, everything was a lie…” He whispers to himself, taking in the haunting beauty of the actual forbidden land.
“Do you know how to fight, young man?” she whispers against his ear from behind, which makes him tense for a second.
“You noticed?” he asks, turning around to face her properly.
“Because your scent is making my senses feel nauseous, lucky I am the only vampire here at the moment.”
“Polishing your knife straight at my pride, is it?” he says with a mischievous smirk on his lips.
“Precisely, but you haven’t answered my question, darling” She folds her arms against her chest, giving him her unwavering attention.
“Question?” he tilts his head to the side, curious about her response.
“Trespassing will have a price to pay, young man. Since you are quite forgetful about the rules, I will let you go this time. Now, go leave”
“Leave? Already? But it’s only been a few minutes since I got here, cara mia.”
She raises an eyebrow when he addresses her with a nickname.
“You are a strange aristocrat”
“You are a strange goth as well. So what is this place?” he looks around the marketplace.
“This is a marketplace for humans where vampires also use it rarely to trade items for blood or gold coins, like a black market of vampires”
“A black market?” Leonardo looks fairly impressed by the lies being unfolding.
“You were clearly lying about us, right?”
He only nods as a response with a heavy sigh.
He opens his mouth to say something, but she immediately grabs his arms, dragging him out of the marketplace towards the forest.
“You need to leave now!” she whispers harshly
“But why…?”
“I. SAID. LEAVE!”
He stumbles against her push, his gaze fixed on her longer than a heartbeat before he made his way out of the forest.
She sighs a moment with relief.
“Y/N? What are you doing here?” A male voice is heard from behind her, “I sensed a different scent in the atmosphere”
He steps forward, looking around, “An invader?”
“No, not an invader, just a hunting ground of the wild. I checked the place.” she lies smoothly, looking back at the man behind her.
It was one of the guards from the castle, who was patrolling the place.
“If there is nothing else, get back home.”
She doesn’t understand why she wanted to save him, he is an aristocrat, the clan that silently attacted her people, wiped off their existence for what? For choosing the way they are rather than taming the vampire qualities.
But, something about him caught her attention, his curiosity, maybe he doesn’t fit the usual template of aristocrats. He even tresspassed this place that too disguised as a goth, no aristocrat will ever do that.
“Quiet! I will make this easy for you.” A feral growl escaped her throat as she struggled to hold herself in place.
The old man struggled to keep up with her strength, as she cornered him against one of the towering trees, a barrier against the outside world.
In the haunting stillness of the night, her senses were attuned to the vibrations of the blood that was coursing through his veins and the frantic rhythm of the heart straining against the weight of old age.
“Please… let me go… I will give you anything…” The old man spoke through his strained breaths.
“Then give me your blood and soul; I will let go of your body” She finally extends her fangs, pointing them right against the veins that were rushing blood to the heart.
“Leave that person”, a calm, deep voice halts her from behind.
She narrows her eyes a bit and turns her head to look at the source of the voice.
Through the hood that covers her eyes, she sees the man who dared to stop her from feeding.
She takes in the man's overall appearance, which gives her the impression that he belongs to the aristocracy.
“Dead body wrapped in fancy silk, what brings you here in this abandoned forest of savages?”
The man raises one of his eyebrows and chuckles softly.
“A ceremonial way of greeting? What more can I expect?” He takes a step closer towards them “I asked you once: leave that man”
“Or else? What will you do?” Her hold on the old man tightens. “He will die eventually within a few days, so what makes a difference with him dying now?”
“It definitely makes a difference. He has every right to choose his death, even in this very moment.”
She pauses for a moment, unsettled by his words, though she couldn’t understand why and looks back at the old man.
“Do you wish to die now?” she asks in a calm voice, to which the man shakes his head.
Something stirred within her when she saw the old man struggling for life even after realising he was standing at the foot of death’s door.
Her mind was screaming to sink her fangs into the old man’s neck, but she wasn’t able to move her jaw, as if she were paralysed all of a sudden.
Her entire body was resisting against her instinct, her own need to live and gradually her fangs retracted back in place.
She immediately lets go of the old man, and he runs his way out of the forest, thanking the man who saved him.
“Now, tell me, how should I resolve this?” she says, taking off her hood, revealing her crimson eyes to him.
The colour of her eyes speaks volumes about the situation she was in.
“How long has it been…?” he asks, taking a step closer to her.
“A month or two”
His eyes went wide with surprise. A month without consuming blood, how is this possible? In his clan, he has seen people go feral when they forget to consume blood even for a week.
He was also fascinated by her exceptional control over the thirst she had barely been able to hold back a few minutes ago.
While he was busy staring at her, she was already calculating her way back to her place. Since she is not fed properly, there is a high chance of harming any wild animals on the premises, which won’t suffice to satisfy her hunger and, on the contrary, will worsen her situation further.
“Well, shouldn’t you have left by now? Isn’t this a forbidden territory for you people”
“Will you be able to make it till you reach home?” He suddenly asks, closing the distance that separates them.
“Does it bother you?” she asks sharply, glancing at him.
Neither of them spoke for a moment and simply stared at each other. Suddenly, he unbuttons the top buttons of his shirt just enough to reveal his neck.
She was taken aback for a moment before letting out a humourless laugh, “Empathetic are we? First saving that old man and now offering your blood to a savage? That’s a rare thing from your kind.”
“Maybe I am feeling generous”
She thought he was just messing with her situation, but his posture and the way he is acting suggested something different.
“You know the rules, don’t you?”
“I am aware.”
“Still being reckless?”
He doesn’t answer her, rather makes himself comfortable on the ground, leaning his back against the tree trunk casually as if he has all the time in the world.
“Take what you need” He says, unbuttoning the remaining buttons.
She was disoriented with the way he was behaving.
Drinking from each other is not something that happens on a whim, still he is offering her his blood, but why? Why does it matter to him?
Even though her vision was getting blurry her eyes were fixed on the veins on his neck. Her mind succumbed again to the thirst urges her to move, but her limbs have given up their strength altogether - a silent protest towards her own system. What is happening to her?
“What is it?” he asks softly, seeing her frozen in place.
“I don’t know…”
“Here, come…” he gently holds out his hand for her to take.
With all her might, she took a step towards him and carefully placed her hand over his.
“Easy there…” he patiently guides her towards him as she kneels before him.
Glancing at him, she slowly leans forward against his neck. With a deep breath, she steadily sinks her fangs into his neck and gulps down his blood.
He groans softly, his hands finding her waist as she sinks her fangs deeper into his veins, clutching onto his shoulders.
Even if she sinks her fangs further, she isn’t satisfied with his blood, which is more diluted than normal, and it tastes blunt as well.
Once she was content, she slowly pulled her fangs from his neck, licked the wound clean, and sealed it.
“You taste blunt,” she says while running her tongue against her upper lip, tasting the last bit of his blood on her lips.
“Blunt? How so?” he asks with a lazy smirk on his lips.
“Your blood consistency is diluted. A vampire’s blood should be thicker, but yours is thinner than animal blood. I am not satisfied, but this would be enough for me to get home.”
“Consumed till heart’s content and now complaining?” He chuckles, buttoning back his shirt while she lifts herself to her feet.
“Well, I am just stating some facts”
She looks at him as he searches her eyes, noticing the colour has dimmed slightly.
“Diluted or not, it did work for the time being.” He also gets up from the ground, patting the dirt off his trousers.
“I am Leonardo, by the way-”
She was gone by the time he got up, not waiting for a proper introduction or a thank you.
“Just like that. Disappeared into thin air without telling her name or a mere thank you.” He shook his head with a smile on his lips as he made his way out of the forest with a lingering curiosity at the back of his mind
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This AU will be split into parts, and this will be the intro part.
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Thousands of years ago, vampires and humans lived in harmony, codependent on each other.
But within the vampire community, a slow poison was induced into their minds, which gently took shape and split the community into two different categories.
The aristocrats and the gothic clan.
One believed in keeping traditions and that vampirism can be tamed.
But the other argued that vampirism is a transformation and that immortality should be felt.
Because of these different ideologies, a war broke out between them, and soon one of them was cornered, forcing them to abandon the town they shared with humans making hideouts within the forests.
But how long can a vampire tame their thirst for their impending need for blood?
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“Ten thousand francs! For a cottage this small”
It was night, and you were in Leonardo’s room, sitting by his side.
For the past several days, you and Leonardo had been wandering from street to street in search of a home of your own. As much as you cherished the warmth of the mansion, there were moments when you longed for a quiet place where it could simply be the two of you.
“Cara Mia, the cottages in the main streets will be expensive,” he reassures you with a pat on your head, “There is still time. We will find one that suits your taste.”
You nod, wanting to stay positive, at least for his sake.
The anniversary was around the corner. Every year, you exchange gifts that celebrate another year spent together, another year of growing closer. This time, however, you both have decided that your greatest gift to each other would be a place you could finally call home.
Technically, it was your idea, and Leonardo came along with his suggestions.
“Since the cottages within these streets don’t fit our budget, I guess we should expand our search” Leonardo pulls out the newspaper and shows you the property he has marked in the advertising column.
“The property I marked is on the outskirts of the town; it is a small village, and it isn’t as dense as here…”
“So, you went to see the property all by yourself?” you ask, taking the paper from his hands.
“I did.”
“And? Does it fit the template I mentioned?”
You ask, holding his gaze. He gives you a warm smile, placing a kiss on your temple, leaning closer against your ear.
“You can scream till your heart’s content, Cara Mia”
The statement brought warmth to your cheeks, already imagining your moments together.
“Someone’s a little excited, I see”
A knowing smirk tugs at his lips.
“Of course, I will be”, you poke his nose, “but I have a suggestion for you”
“More suggestions? Go ahead, cara mia”
He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you onto his lap.
Brushing gentle kisses across his cheek, one hand cups his jaw while the other rests against his shoulder. “You cannot touch me until our anniversary.”
You pull away from the kiss just enough to take in his reaction.
For a fraction of a second, his fingers tighten around your waist.
“At least a kiss will be permitted”
He buried his face against the crook of your neck like an oversized cat, either trying to win your sympathy or hiding the frustration creeping into his voice.
“You always say you are a patient man.”
“It ceases to exist when I am with you, cara mia, and you know it very well”
A groan escapes his throat. “And I clearly know you wouldn’t say this without an ulterior motive, so what is it that's going on inside your head?”
He lifts his head and leans in to give you a kiss, which you successfully block with your palm.
“You will understand soon enough. So when are we visiting this site”
Your fingers drift through his hair as you ask for the details.
“Hmm…” he closes his eyes, leaning further into your soft caresses, “Tomorrow morning, Comte will be sponsoring his carriage as usual”
Snuggling closer against him, you take in his warmth before pulling away and getting on your feet.
“Cara Mia…?”
“Good night, Mr da Vinci. Sleep well.” you lean closer as if about to give a kiss on his lips, but rather place it on his forehead before walking out of his room.
“So, that’s what’s going on inside your head”, he whispers to himself with a slow smirk on his lips.
By the next morning, you were already making your way to the cottage he mentioned. The carriage took forever to leave the town, but as soon as it left, the entire surroundings became peaceful, waking you up from the cat nap, and lifting your head from his shoulders
“The birds chirping do have a certain magic to them, I guess.”
Leonardo says, with an arm wrapped around your shoulders to keep you from falling, and he lets go as soon as you wake up.
“There”, he points out the cottage near the large tree.
“The village has a marketplace of its own, a ten-minute walk, so we don’t have to go all the way to the town. Also, they have a nursery by the far end, and they offer different varieties of plants.” he continues to speak as he invites you towards the cottage.
“The living area and the kitchen are on the ground floor; on the first floor we have two bedrooms and one study, just like you asked”
As he continues to explain their livelihood, for a moment, he isn’t the hopeless man you first met but someone who is finally building his future.
“You still have that habit, don’t you?”
He asks with an amused smile.
“I appreciate the view, nice.” Your gaze roams shamelessly all over him.
“Just ‘nice’? You wound me, cara mia.”
You pretend to consider it for a moment.
“Very well, A view that’s exclusively mine. Better, Mr Architect?”
You took a step closer, and your finger tip grazed his shoulder.
“So, will you lead me in or are you gonna waste away our exclusivity?”
“Come in, my princess.”
He leads you into the cottage, giving you a brief tour of the home.
“We can do gardening here the way you wanted.”
“The way I wanted?” You fold your arms against your chest and lean against the entrance of the garden space. “This entire home is something I wanted, but
What do you want?”
“What do I want?” he says, his gaze drifting towards you.
You shook your head, stepping closer to him and placing a soft kiss on his cheek.
“Someone’s breaking the promise already, hmm?”
“Oh, I told you not to touch me, but I can touch as much as I please”
“You never play a fair game, don’t you?”
“Not with you.”
The contract was signed, and the cottage finally became yours. Over the next few days, the two of you busied yourselves planning the furniture and home decor. You were also careful to consider what Lumiere would want in their new space.
Subconsciously, you both moved in so you could prepare everything before the anniversary.
Since the two of you were alone, you never missed a chance to tease him, knowing full well that once he got hold of the leash, you wouldn't be able to walk properly for days.
“Cara Mia… You are doing it again,” a soft grunt escapes his lips.
You were on his lap, planting soft kisses against his cheeks while he worked on the designs for their home interior
“What?” you ask with a pout, kissing his cheek.
His breath hitches, the hold on the pencil tightens, and he is on the verge of giving in to your advances, but the promise he made rings in his ears.
“So you do know how to control yourself”, you purr against his ear, lips barely touching his earlobe as you whisper,
“But I am also looking forward to the leash you are preparing for me.”
“And I hope you are prepared for that, cara mia.”
His gaze was intense, unwavering.
It wasn’t just frustration that lingered there but quiet surrender, the look of a man who had already lost to you long ago and was now clinging to the last thread of his resolve.
Things were subtle at first: a brush of your hand against his, lingering close whenever he worked, stealing his shirt, wearing his favourite dress and perfume, and finding countless little excuses to tease him throughout the day. But before long, the harmless teasing snowballed into something far more difficult for either of you to ignore.
The evening before their anniversary felt unusually significant.
Leonardo had been gone all day while you prepared the cake and arranged the table. The cottage still felt unfinished, with only the essentials in place—a bed, a study table, and the dining room. It wasn't perfect yet, but it was yours.
“Cara mia, I hope you slept well the other night.”
His voice came from behind you, low and familiar. Before you could turn around, you felt his presence close behind you, his hands settling near your waist without quite touching.
You swallowed, suddenly aware of how quiet the cottage had become. His breath brushed against your ear as he leaned closer, his warmth surrounding you until you could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest behind you.
“Where have you been all morning?” you whispered.
A quiet amusement colored his voice.
“I needed to get the leash you mentioned.”
The confidence in his tone made your heart skip, especially when you caught the hint of a smile in his voice.
“It’s not our anniversary yet…”
“It will be in a few hours, cara mia.”
He stayed there, letting the words linger between you. Then, just as quickly as he had appeared, he pulled away and stepped into the hallway.
You released a breath you hadn't realised you were holding. He always knew exactly how to leave you wanting more.
Things went smoothly for the rest of the evening, but the tension lingering between you both never truly disappeared.
You knew he would never touch you without your consent, but you no longer trusted your own resolve. After days of teasing him, you had a feeling he'd make you pay for every moment.
You took a quick shower, getting ready to celebrate your anniversary at midnight. The cake had already been baked and carefully set aside, waiting for the occasion.
“Don’t layer yourself, cara mia; it’ll be difficult to take off…”
You flinch, dropping the comb from your hands.
He takes a step closer. “Hurry up; it’s midnight already”
His gaze lingered on you, unhurried and impossibly deliberate. It traced the gentle lines of your silhouette before catching on every ribbon tied neatly along your dress, as though committing each one to memory. A low, restrained growl rumbled in his throat.
Something darker flickered beneath the gold of his eyes—a quiet hunger held firmly on a leash, dangerous precisely because of how carefully it was contained.
“The cake can wait until I am done with my dessert.”
Before you could respond, his lips met yours with a desire you had never tasted before.
You struggle to keep up with his advances, trying to pull away, and instantly one of his arms wraps around your waist while the other grabs hold of your nape.
A soft moan escapes your lips when he pulls you impossibly closer against his chest.
You were clawing against his chest, pushing him away, but his hold on you didn’t waver an inch. His tongue deliberately outlines your lips and forces its way in when you part your lips to catch your breath.
The entire room was filled with faint wet sounds of your kiss; Growl thumps against his throat, paired with your quiet moans.
You gasped as he slowly drew back from the kiss, his forehead lingering against yours for the briefest moment before he let his lips drift along the curve of your neck.
His fangs grazed against your soft skin while he nipped just below your ear, before he sucked deeper on your skin, leaving his mark there.
“Beautiful”, he murmured, the corner of his mouth lifting with unmistakable intent. His gaze lingered on the mark for longer than a heartbeat before sweeping you into his arms and unceremoniously dumping you onto the mattress.
“Leonardo!” A soft yelp escapes your lips, drawing his attention. Before you can crawl away, his hands close around your ankles.
“Practising already, I haven’t even started.”
His hands slid from your ankles, gradually making their way to your hips, pinning you gently in place.
“I don’t have the patience for all these stupid ribbons”, he grunts, placing his hands over your dress, tearing them off you.
You reached for his arms, but he caught both your wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head.
“Your hands are getting restless.”
You heard the soft metallic click of his belt before he looped it around your wrist, fastening it to the bedpost.
He sits up on the bed and gently pulls away the rest of your clothes.
The cold breeze spirals through your nakedness, hardening your soft perks as it glides against your nipples.
A small smirk adorns his lips as he cups your breasts, kneading them, forcing a whimper from your lips.
He leans down to plant a few kisses in the valley between your breasts, teasing you with his tongue, his thumbs ghosting over your nipples.
The wet, rhythmic sound of his suckling filled the small space between them, as his mouth closes around one of her nipples. His mouth was warm and wet against your nipple, his tongue swirling around the peak with a slow, deliberate suction.
You squirm under him, arching your back, “Please, Leonardo…”
“Please, what cara mia? You have to be verbal about your needs.”
He broke the suction, a thin thread of saliva connecting his lips to your skin for a brief moment.
“Mhmm… Leonardo…” you whimper in response, too stubborn to voice your needs.
“Cat caught your tongue, cara mia? Fine then”
He pulls away, placing his hands under your knees. “Let’s see if I can force them out of you.”
Without warning, he spreads your legs, drinking in the sight of your vulnerability.
“You hide it well, but your body always betrays you before your words do.”
Lowering himself, he sticks out his tongue to take in your sweet arousal.
You buckle your hips away from him, making him growl, and instantly he folds you in half and buries his face into your pussy.
“Leonardo!” you moan his name, arching your back further. Your movements were restricted, with your wrists being tied to the bedpost, accompanied by his firm grip under your knees as his unwavering gaze met yours. The silence between you was heavier than any words, filled with anticipation and the unspoken certainty that neither of you intended to look away first.
You wriggle beneath him, gasping for air as the wet heat of his mouth envelops you, and a sharp gasp escapes your lips as he begins to suckle your clit with a slow, deliberate hunger.
He pulls away an inch just to lick your slit clean, making its way towards the bundle of nerves, sucking them deeper into his mouth before clamping down on them, coaxing soft cries from you.
“Leonardo, please… don’t stop, I beg of you, please…”
You were on the verge of orgasm when he suddenly abandoned his administrations.
“Hmm? What? No…Ahh”
He slid two fingers inside your core and thrust deeper, trying to find the sensitive spot within you.
You wriggle and moan when his fingers brush against the spot.
“This is where it’s been hiding.”
His thrusts get rougher, making you scream with pleasure.
“You sing so beautifully, cara mia”
Along with his fingers, his tongue finds its way back to your clit and sucks harder, drawing out your orgasm.
You roll your eyes, dropping your head on the pillow, with your back arching in a beautiful curve; your body trembles uncontrollably as it succumbs to your orgasm and squirts on his mouth.
“We are not done yet.”
Swiftly, he turns you over, elevating your hips with two pillows and delivers a rough spank on your soft cheeks. You were gasping for air, your vision getting blurry from all the tears rolling down your cheeks.
You can hear the faint sound of him unzipping. Before you can lift your head and face him, you feel his hard length piercing through your folds, settling deeper.
For a moment, he holds that position before pulling his length all the way out and thrusting back in with more force.
You cry out louder with each thrust, holding onto his belt tied to the bedpost.
“Scream your lungs out, cara mia; you asked for this.”
He grunts near your ear and increases his pace.
“I…I… I am about to… Leonardo…”
“Don’t hold back; let it all out” he plants a soft kiss against your temple, his fingers finding their way to your clit.
“LEONARDO!!”
A sudden warmth surrounded you, and your body reacted before your mind could catch up. You trembled slightly, overwhelmed by emotions you could no longer put into words. The world around you blurred into a quiet, peaceful haze.
With a growl, he releases his seeds inside you. He held you close for a moment longer, neither of you wanting to break the quiet that had settled between you before he finally pulled away, from your aching core.
He unties the belt from the bedpost and turns you over to face him.
He kisses you deeply while pressing his thumb on your clit, making you squirt more onto the mattress.
“You shouldn’t tease me like that” he pulls away from the kiss and lowers to taste your combined essence.
You groan, inviting him further.
He lifts himself and drags his way out, leaving you alone on the bed.
You try to sit up, but your legs feel numb as usual.
He returns with the cake in one hand and a glass of water in the other.
“Here.” He helps you sit up on the bed, places the cake in front of you, and brings the rim of the glass to your lips, helping you take a sip of water.
Kissing your temple, he places the glass on the bedside table before holding the knife out for you to take.
You accept it, your fingers brushing against his as you carefully cut the cake.
“Happy anniversary… in our new home.”
“Happy anniversary.”
The two of you share the first slice, savouring not just the sweetness of the cake, but the quiet happiness of finally having a place to call your own.
You seal the moment with a gentle kiss, a promise of all the anniversaries still waiting ahead.
Hi everyone!! This has been a long time in the waiting. At the start of this year I was looking for people who wanted to help me with an anniversary event that we were never going to get. This game means so much to me and has gotten me to meet some amazing people and meet some of my best friends.
Once the game shut down I knew this was something I wanted to do, I was just so worried I wasn't going to be able to find enough people to help me with it. It was very important to me that each guy got at least one piece of media which can be the hardest thing to do.
BUT IT'S HERE
The file is kind of big, so I have it in a Google drive folder and you will be able to view it as a PDF.
Now before you go rushing over to see it, I want everyone to know you are able to leave comments on the document. Everyone who was part of this will be uploading their submissions on their own when they want, but please leave comments on the PDF itself so that the writers and artists can see how much you appreciate their hard work!
And alsoooooo
WE HAVE THE WINNERS OF THE ELECTION!!!!!
The top 3 have their own art which is shown in the cover as well as art in the back, and plus since I bribed the voters there's something special for our top 5 winners~~
Thank you to everyone who committed voter fraud and campaigned for their guy!
Now I think that is all
✨HERE'S OUR ZINE✨
And a huge huge huge HUGE THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO HELPED ME WITH THIS!!!!
I sometimes don't understand mitsuki or women in general (even though I am a woman)
Why do you guys get this urge to fix a man, like Why? I never got that urge, Is something wrong with me?
Fixing a man is not a women's job and he is not a broken machine to fix. He is a person with 1.5kg of mass inside his head, also has consciousness. We can only help them if they deeply wants to change. But fix? Nah baby, I ain't doing it.
"It's the magic of love" my a**, don't bring that into this table, I will yeet it along with the person who suggested it.
We can try to have a conversation with them, but if they don't bulge LET. THEM. BE. BROKEN. DISPOSE. THE. BROKEN. UTENSILS.
Coming from someone who has always been taken as granted by others, dumped their stupidity into my plate, I despise when someone tries to "fix" someone like a switch. No, you can never unless and until that person decides to change.
That's one of the reasons I hate about Leonardo and I ain't fixing that grown a** man, I might beat the sh*t out of him, but fix him, Nah.
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On this emotional break of mine, I thought of working on my first daughter (ikevamp oc)
Anastasia is my daughter, but I would say she is my second child, my precious baby doll, who is always logical and doesn’t process her emotions well.
Anastasia do have my personality traits, but she carries most of my intellectual part.
But my first daughter, oh boy.... you guys don't know how much I want to talk about her. How much I want to scream about her existence and birth.... but... but I can't... that will be a spoiler oh damn it; I even planned another arc for her.
She is the one who carries my alternative personality, with her own identity.
For starters I would say she is neither a human nor a vampire. She is someone who doesn't feel time, so her body is in a static position and she isn't born in space. She is connected to the three doors with in the ikevamp universe and she is the sole reason why the vampire exists in this world.
I could've single handedly made my man win with my existing exceptional amount of mail ids (I can do 200+ votes per day), but it's no fun seeing him up the throne every damn year and wanted to keep him to myself.
Well, that stupid vampire has been coming home recently, clearly someone crawling their way back, so imma leash him tight with a cute cage, might even make him beg for it.
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I could've single handedly made my man win with my existing exceptional amount of mail ids (I can do 200+ votes per day), but it's no fun seeing him up the throne every damn year and wanted to keep him to myself.
