ikemen writing

i’m so thankful again for all of you. for those who read my works and for those who supported me, especially those i grew close to.

hellooo! i said i’d explain everything in the next post so here it is. idw drag on too long but long story short, i stopped playing the ikemen games for a looong while because i felt, well, unmotivated, and it was even harder to continue writing, if you could imagine.

i know my hiatus was really sudden and i’m really sorry for that :( my askbox is a mess right now and i feel so guilty. I WILL BE REOPENING MY ASKBOX, but i will not be doing the requests before that. i’m so sorry please bear with me i’m really trying to just give more content for you guys, but looking at month-old requests make me feel like shit :((

i have way too much school requirements but i’ll be sure to deliver this time :> please please don’t request things that are suuuper specific such as.. the boys reaction to you being a russian swimmer with 2 older sisters or something. i wanna write things that most of us can relate and have fun with, which is why i quickly lost motivation for some asks.

if you rly want, you can send me an ask with your personality/appearance n all (like a matchup ig) and i’ll reply with my thoughts or something.

i’m sorry for answering so late huhu

Jonah Clemence

The Queen of Hearts’ observation skills shouldn’t be underestimated, so it was a bit hard to hide the news from him. 

However, it was actually Kyle who first pointed it out. Quite nonchalantly, really, while both of you were fixing up his infirmary.

“So, how are you going to tell him about the little one?”

“... What.” “You know, in your belly.” “In my what.” “... Oh.”

As such, Kyle was a big help in hiding the pregnancy from your lover. It’s the least he can do for surprising not only himself but you as well.

But there’s only so much you could do in the short amount of time before Jonah found out, so it was that you find yourself sitting in front of him, nervously munching on your dinner. 

Although the Red Army rarely eats together — they started doing so more after your arrival, actually — Kyle had made it extra clear not to interrupt the both of you. 

“Why do you look so shaken?” He frowns, setting his utensils down. “Is there something wrong? Who dares inconvenience the Queen of Hearts’—”

His silly concern has your nerves easing up, you happily waving him off. Jonah doesn’t question it and simply continues eating. 

It’s when dessert comes does his face brighten up even more. He’s too focused on his beloved mille-feuille to notice the fact that the chef had brought you two of your own mille-feuilles, or the secretive smiles you two shared. 

“... Why do you have two?” Jonah asks after swallowing a bite, narrowing his eyes slightly at your desserts.

“I have to eat enough for the both of us, you know.”

“But I already have my own,” he points out. “We’re only two, so two mille-feuilles would be enough… right?”

You simply hum, chewing on another bite. Jonah’s eyes widen at your vague response, setting his fork down.

“Right?”

“Jonah, it’s not nice to interrupt when people are eating,” you chide teasingly, watching how his eyes intently follow the hand of yours that travels down to your stomach. “And do you really think two mille-feuilles would be enough to satisfy your child?”

A flurry of emotions spin in those bright eyes of his as his mouth drops open. In an instant, Jonah’s right next to you, strong arms wrapped around your seated form in a way that leaves you unable to see his face. 

“I’m going to be.. a father?”

There’s one emotion that stands out just slightly above the happiness and the surprise: apprehension.

So you pull back, cupping his face into your hands and, with the softest voice you can muster, say, “You are. And a great one at that.”

The Queen of Hearts cries quite adorably that evening. 

He then proceeds to order the chef to make you mille-feuille for every meal and break you have. 

Your little surprise gave the dessert a whole new meaning, and even the other members of the Red Army noticed how his eyes brighten just a bit more whenever he takes a bite of his favored food.

Isaac Newton

Isaac is a bit.. slow on matters regarding relationships and everything in between, so it isn’t a surprise when the man shows absolutely no reaction to your signs of pregnancy. 

He honestly just thought you were going through a phase or something. 

And so you turn to Arthur, which is.. actually a great investment, because the tease is wholeheartedly ecstatic at the news, and because he’s actually quite skilled in pregnancy and childbirth. 

“Can you please use apples when you do the child reveal? Please?” Is something you hear often when you visit for checkups, accompanied by some puppy dog eyes and clasped hands.

The fact that you even considered his suggestion shows some signs of desperation — you had no idea how to break the news.

Although when Arthur slipped a book on infants on an unsuspecting Isaac’s desk, you just knew you had to act now. So with the help of Comte, who smiled like a proud grandfather when you told him of your dilemma, a custom mug was made.

Said mug had the simple words, ‘You’re going to be a father!’ engraved on it.

“... Must I drink this atrocious thing?” He asks, giving you a slightly pained look as his eyes move from the mug in his hand then to your eyes in a slow cycle.

You chuckle slightly, shrugging. “I’m not forcing you to drink the smoothie, though I do think you’d quite like it if you finished it.”

“But it’s — it’s apples.” “Yes.” 

He gives you one last look of disgust before finally relenting, nodding dejectedly. As you walk out the door, you manage one last, “Be sure to finish it, okay!”

It’s a few hours into the afternoon and you’re peacefully cleaning up the living room — Comte tried getting you to stop working; he really did — when a wide-eyed vampire bursts in, slight foam from the smoothie on his lips and mouth hanging open.

“You’re pregnant?!”

“Oh, great,” you sigh in relief. “I thought you weren’t gonna finish the drink and—mmph?!”

Your words were cut short when Isaac pulls you into a tight hug. There isn’t time to wrap your arms around his, however, as he pulls back, a worried expression on his face.

“Heavens, does that hurt the baby? Did I just hurt the baby? Christ, is it going to hate me now? Will I never be allowed to touch it anymore? Am I—”

“Isaac,” you say, a comforting grip on his arm and a gentle smile on your face. “You didn’t hurt the baby, and it certainly doesn’t hate you. You’re the father, after all.”

“And,” you start, giving him a peck on the lips which always manages to tint his ears. “You have me. We’ll get through this together, yeah?”

Isaac has to get parental lessons after finding out. It’s a joint effort between you, Comte, Leonardo, and, surprisingly, Arthur.

He quite loathes the lessons with Arthur. The latter of which is absolutely overjoyed when he heard you did, in fact, use apples. 

Genre: Humour, Fluff

Word Count: 1.6k+

A/N: a day in the life of mitsuhide akechi.. as a child. there’s barely any mentions of mc cos the ask wasn’t centered on that so... also it wasn’t specified so i jus made it like this :>

Unnerving...

Is the first thing Mitsuhide thinks when he looks down upon his tiny form, one being swept up by the flimsy fit of his now oversized sleepwear.

Now he usually isn’t the type of person to panic over, well, any situation, really, but his current predicament admittedly has him staring at himself for a good few minutes before owning up to it, sighing belatedly.

With golden eyes seemingly far too big to hold such a daunting expression and lips too small to harbor a smile of malice, Mitsuhide can only ignore his problem, doing his best to keep his questions of why he’s stuck like this at rest.

Like this, meaning like a child.

firstly, i know i haven’t posted in a whole week and i’d like to apologise for that. i’m not gonna make excuses but there was just. too much going on. with myself & my mental health (being cooped up alone in quarantine sucks), and even with my country and the world in general. i was busy just.. trying to breath, you know?

BUT i’m back and i’m fine and mentally stable enough to write again!! i’ll clean out my askbox (but please, it’ll take time and i’m sorry for that) and open it once more when i’m done hihi

hi anon i hope ure happy w just napoleon ft a lil arthur n jean

Napoleon Bonaparte

He gets a peek of your, ah, talent when he finds you and Arthur in an.. unusual position, the man in question whining as you hold his arm in a way that looks quite painful. 

Napoleon only chuckles slightly when you explain the flirt’s previous advances, and your immediate response to said advances.

“Arthur, not to be mean, but you kind of deserved it.”

“Rude!”

Ever since then, he’s been interested in what more tricks you have up your sleeves, so don’t be surprised if you catch him staring. 

He does notice how your gaze lingers on him and Jean after delivering some snacks while they’re sparring, and languidly asks you to join them after sometime. 

The emperor’s eyes start shining when you move with a calculated grace, swinging the épée almost effortlessly, up to par with his own talent. 

You are now officially invited to sparring practice. Napoleon gets a kick out of you beating Jean up, though he tries to hide it. 

He does a terrible job at hiding it.

“Mademoiselle, I must, once again, remind you that I am taking it easy on you, because if not, then—”

“Jean d’Arc your body is all beaten and bruised up like a banana so please don’t try to act cool.” 

Your arms are akimbo as you stare down the sweaty and slightly panting vampire, bruised and slightly cut from your previous round. 

A choked laughter resonates through the huge room, your heads turning to the only other person who’s averting his gaze in a desperate attempt to hide his wide smile. 

“... Called you a banana…”

His footsteps are surprisingly really silent, so oftentimes does he come up behind you only to be on the receiving end of one of your techniques.

Poor man just wanted to wrap an arm around your shoulder — after hesitating on it for god knows how long. He wasn’t really expecting to end up on his knees, an arm pinned awkwardly to his back. 

“Ah, nunuche… are you going to let go..?” He manages, wincing ever-so slightly as you panic, immediately getting off of him.

“I’m so sorry, Napoleon, I just wasn’t expecting you to come up from behind!”

“It’s fine.” The slightest pout tells a different story. 

“What were you trying to do, though?”

He averts his gaze, pink tinging his cheeks as he mumbles, “Nothing important.”

“Did you.. want a hug?” You ask, before grinning, moving to wrap your arms around his waist. “You should have just said so, silly.”

Napoleon did not want a hug — it was more than he bargained for. 

Shingen: try being mysterious

Yukimura: got it

[later, on a date with MC]

MC: so, where are we going?

i luv fenrir maybe that’s why this was so long oops

Fenrir Godspeed

This man is actually an unbelievable hopeless romantic, though he tries to keep it on the down low. 

Of course, the ever enthusiastic Ace of Spades enjoys sprightly activities such as riding bikes around a scenic Cradle, or perhaps running around the streets in the late hours of the night. 

But he’s just as putty for candlelit dinners in quaint restaurants and picnics at pretty flower fields with you. 

(He’s honestly just a sucker for spending time with you, but you didn’t hear it from me).

Fenrir enjoys calling you by your name since he thinks nothing beats how sweetly it rolls off his tongue, though he does call you “babe” or even “love” at times. 

He has the biggest habit of sliding his arms around your waist from behind, a cheeky smile on his face as he buries his head into your shoulder. 

Fenrir absolutely loves giving you kisses — ones on your nose especially. There’s just something in that little look of surprise on your face that warms his heart. 

Once he saw you in one of his sweaters and could not function properly. 

He then proceeded to literally chuck even more of his clothes at you with an impish smile on his face, defending himself with: “I can’t help it! Do you have any idea how cute you’re lookin’?!”

You often hear your name being yelled in the hallways, and you’re already used to the running that comes after. 

“Fenrir! What did you do this time?!” You hiss at your boyfriend, hastily looking back to catch a scowling Sirius right on your trail. 

“I may or may not have fired some flower bullets in his room.” “Fenrir!” “What? I thought the old man would like it! He needs some jazz in his life, ya know?”

He has a nasty habit of professing his love at the most random times. 

“... I can’t believe you love me.” 

You roll your eyes, huffing as you patch up another small wound of his. “Yeah, me too.”

“No, I’m serious, I can’t believe you love me.” The earnest tone he uses has you meeting his gaze, your breath hitching as you catch the pure sincerity shining in those doe eyes of his. 

There’s a silly smile on his face as he brings his hand to your cheek, caressing it lightly, almost as if you’ll disappear any moment now. 

“I love you. I love you so much, and it drives me mad knowing I’m the one you chose to love.” 

His cheesy words flow out despite the slight flush of his cheeks, only causing you to avert your gaze when your own face heats up.

“God, why do you say all these cheesy things at the most random moments?”

His laugh resonates through the room, a squeak coming from you as he pulls you close, trapping you in a warm hug.

Napoleon Bonaparte

He can't help but to be wary. Threats against his life were not rare — he can count on more than a single hand how many failed assassinations there were. 

In fact, although he was the first to help you when you entered the mansion, he couldn’t help but feel a bit.. off whenever he’s around you.

But that doesn’t hinder him from interacting with you — after all, everyone has their own secrets, and, well, he was the former emperor of France, so.

And when you finally do tell him your previous occupation, all he can do is let out a tiny, “Oh.”

He’s shaken — hopefully not visibly, but you’re far too perceptive to not notice — and it takes quite a bit of silence for him to straighten up once more. 

It’s how you bite your lip, the way you fidget ever-so slightly with your hands, the shadow overthrowing your face that gets him to smile softly in a way that you always do, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.

“Nunuche. There’s no point living in the past.” A faraway look enters his eyes for a split second before cerulean meets your eyes once more. 

“What do you say we learn together? How to live in the present, I mean.”

And surprisingly, the two of you grew even closer after the secret was out. 

You partake in a little game wherein the both of you try to “assassinate” one another by lightly hitting each other at a certain spot. Napoleon is terribly good at dodging your sneak attacks at the last second. 

This is also an explanation for those moments you end up being cuddled by a groggy Napoleon, not intent on letting you go as punishment for trying to assassinate him in the morning. 

“Can I please get up? Sebastian’s going to kill me.” 

He huffs, but there’s a small smile on his face as he buries his head into your hair. “Maybe you should think twice before trying to kill me in my sleep then.”

Leonardo da Vinci

All this man really wants to do is to make you smile, so when you enter the mansion practically exuding melancholy, he’s, well, determined. 

The way he’s somehow always in your vicinity is uncanny, though you don’t really mind. 

Leonardo is actually very comforting once you get to know him and his tendencies, so it’s no surprise when you end up leaning on him and confiding in him. 

He’s silent for a long while, shock encompassing his features, before he clears his throat, shooting you a roguish smile.

“For someone as bright as yourself, I wasn’t really expecting that to be your job, cara mia.”

He doesn’t really mind after. As long as you aren’t, well, assassinating people now, there’s no point in fussing over it. 

He entertains your curious ramblings, and even goes out with you to buy, uh, assets. Leonardo always busies himself with god knows what as you look at different types of knives.

You do catch him staring at times. And when he notices your questioning gaze, he simply smiles, all sorts of soft and gentle. 

It’s unfair, how breathtaking Leonardo da Vinci actually is.

“It must be hard to let go of something as dark as what you once were, but I’m glad I get to see the smile on your face much more now.”