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╰┈➤ MC is not around, and Napoleon has to deal with it.
Was looking at my WIPs and found this "Napoleon lonely" fic, I've no idea where this was going. Probably in a not-so-sfw direction… But I figured it's better to put it out there as it is instead of not letting it see the light of day at all! Besides, I'm away from my boyfriend right now, and I relate… I'm no better than Napoleon…
Napoleon enters his room, and the noises of the rowdy bunch consisting of the rest of his housemates currently having dinner follow him even in his private space. The window is left wide open, and they're just out there, around the table that has been set in the garden. Napoleon has always been an initiator of this change of atmosphere - memories of warm Corsican summers resurfacing in his memory - and the residents never fail to make him feel at home in the end. But tonight he's not feeling it; alas, he leaves the table early.
He approaches the window but changes his mind about closing it. Their laughter is far more preferable than the silence. The backdrop of the blue hour spilling through the short curtain in the middle paints his room in a rare and intriguing light; one you can only get at this time of the year. It's a room he enters all the time, yet the moment she's not around, it becomes a foreign place.
She should've been here to immerse herself in this almost mystical atmosphere; they'd leave the window open just like that, falling into bed together and holding each other in the progressively darkening room. He'd play with the hem of her light dress and she'd stroke his hair.
Napoleon's brow knits in a frown directed at himself. Is he seriously such a hopeless romantic?
It's only for three days! Three days and then she'd be back - and they'll have many, many such nights all for themselves again.
No, the ambience of chatter intertwined with laughter coming from outside is not enough. Napoleon crosses the room to where a gramophone is placed upon a small table and places the needle at the beginning of the record without paying much mind which vinyl was last played. If it happens to be one that she chose, maybe it would even make him feel closer to her that way.
The melody is gentle and soothing; piano and violin strings fill the air and fit in perfectly with the rest of the scene. He already accepted his fate; he'll lie in bed and sulk like a teenage boy missing his crush.
Thank god she's not here to see him, actually. He put in a lot of effort in reassuring MC not to worry about him in her absence, and it's important to keep his word on that, mental states included. He's a grown man, he should be fine. He has a lot of stuff keeping him busy, between the école and the bodyguard gigs and his activities and hobbies around the mansion. Plus, he's not a baby.
It's funny that they never separated like that before, well, not after that incident at the beginning of their relationship; that's it. These memories are not ones he wants plaguing him, so he tries to shoo them away by moving his body in just any direction. Now that he thinks about it, his most trusted coping mechanism has become escaping into the presence of his lover.
And what if she's not around, and the thoughts are all about her? What then?
Napoleon lets his shoes fall with a thud to the ground, one knee already in the bed. He ends up lying down with his feet facing the headboard; the intricate comforter underneath him silky and smelling like laundry soup and sunrays. He rolls to his back and cushions his head with his right arm, staring at the ceiling.
Outside, Theo raises his voice an octave, leaving Napoleon wondering if he's being provoked by Arthur or if he's talking enthusiastically about his brother again. He should really go back out there. Maybe later, when it's for dessert. But not now.
The feeling of missing her is both torture and warmth. On one hand, the way she's missing from the picture is gnawing at his soul; on the other, he's thinking of all the things he wants to do with her once she's back - and she will be back soon, so that's soothing enough.
In their blissful daily life, he rarely has a chance to daydream about his Nunuche. His every wish is able to come true as if with a magic wand; all he has to do is find her and scoop her up and have her all to himself for a moment. He once read that distance makes the heart grow fonder. He hates how true that is.
Turquoise eyes moving from one blurry surface around the room to another, the faint blue light contours something sitting on the nightstand on her side of the bed. It's long become part of the background, much like the rest of her items scattered around the room that is now a shared space. But being this idle, Napoleon actually sees the objects for what they are - and he lets out a quiet huff upon successfully identifying what he's looking at.
It's a plush toy, a little puppy... something he gave to her back when she'd only been at the mansion for, what, a week or two? These days used to slip by like seconds until they made up the much larger mass of this beloved, seemingly age-long stage of falling in love.
Welcome back to the askbox @starcub17 how’s it going? Thank you for your request, it’s super duper cute! ^^
- JJ x
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Le Comte de Saint Germain:
Comte’s reflexes and reaction times are second to none as a pureblood so, there is no chance that you’re escaping. The moment that your lips are on his, Comte’s hands are grasping your waist and kissing you back slowly and passionately.
And he will take his time with you: He doesn’t care if you have chores to attend to or if you were on your way to do something, Comte is going to kiss you so lovingly and thoroughly that you’ll forget what you were even meant to be doing in the first place.
Le Comte will openly admit to you that he wishes your surprise kisses would become a habit, mentioning it fondly while the two of you catch your breath just centimetres away from each other’s faces. There’s this coy smirk on his lips when you blush about it and his fingers gently comb through your hair and it’s more than likely that he’ll keep you by his side for an hour or so before he lets you get back to work.
Napoleon Bonaparte:
Napoleon rubs his eyes, wondering if he’d dreamt about you kissing him awake, smiling sleepily as he can feel your lingering warm kiss on his lips. If he falls back asleep, he’ll dream about you kissing him again, secretly hoping that you come back to kiss him awake again.
There’ll be this proud, smug little smirk on his face if you just pop up and surprise him with kisses during the day. He wouldn’t feel shy to admit that your affection fills him with confidence and makes his heart flutter: He is so smitten with you.
Its when you are parting ways in Paris after bumping into each other - With you out running errands and him on the way to teach - when you give him a slightly more passionate that was appropriate to share in public that Napoleon makes his move. He’ll take your hand, his jade green eyes blazing with emotion, and pull you into a parked carriage, pinning you down against the velvet seats and kissing you so deeply it has you both panting for breath when you part.
Arthur Conan Doyle:
He’s a little stunned but breaks out into a huge grin as he watches you running away giggling cutely - He didn’t realise how much he’d needed that sweet little kiss while he’d had his nose buried in his work all day.
I promise you, he will 100% get you back for it, though. Arthur will sneak up behind you while you’re working in the kitchen and kiss you breathless just to go on his merry way back to his writing desk.
Arthur will let you have your fun; he’ll happily let you give him all these little surprise affections for a few days until one day he pounces on you in the library. He’ll catch your wrist as you try to toddle away and pull you onto his lap on the sofa or the two of you will end up on the floor, muttering about how you’ve been driving him wild between pressing kisses down your neck.
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i just wanted to say that i absolutely ADORE your writing!! i'm always coming back to your page to re-read because you capture the guys so well! there's more i want to say but i'm not sure how to word it but you're one of (if not my favorite) ikevamp writer :))
Awwwww, that is so sweet, thank you! What a lovely thing to say 💕💕💕💕💖💖💖💖
A/N: I know they would probably all like giving, but these three in particular give me the vibe that they love giving it so much that receiving it barely does anything for them anymore😵💫
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Vincent
...Have we ever seen the 4th birthday CG?
We know what he is.
He does it entirely for her pleasure though, because it fascinates him to see her in such a state. Especially from beneath her.
So when he asks her to sit on his face, he says it with that beautiful view in mind. Its enough to drive a man to his knees.
He'll settle her bare self on his chest and patiently quiet her concerns regarding whether he will be able to breathe or not. He just wants her on him.
Once she is hovering over him, his tongue flicks out to tease her before his hands tug her down to take her seat and let him work his magic.
His sky blue eyes never leave her as she arches and moans and cries out above him. Watching every reaction and committing it to memory.
What she likes, what she doesn't like, what gets the bigger reactions out of her. He doesn't miss a thing.
The scent, the sound and feel of her around his head makes his mind cloud in all the most lascivious ways. It reaches into something distinctly male within him, the something that only wants his lover, this masterpiece of womanhood, to be one with him.
He fondly caresses her thighs, her abdomen and under her breasts every time she finishes, his touch soothing and caring as she trembles and whines.
He very quickly gets addicted to this and when she starts remove herself, he grips her hips to keep her there.
"Stay..."
His low voice was almost inaudible, but steady, sure as she gapes down at him, shaking and mewling from the high she just came off of.
"Vin...cent, are you sure...? Aren't you tired...?"
The corner of his mouth lifts into the beginnings of the serene smile he is so well known for, yet that shadow of desire remains in his eyes, clear as day despite the storm it creates within the sky blue.
"I'm not. Not of you. Never of you."
He slowly coaxes her hips down, her thighs heating against his jaw as he repeats his earnest, lewd request.
"Please...stay."
He tugs her back down to guide her into another wave of ecstasy.
He would paint her, put this image to a canvas, but he fidgets at the idea that someone may come across it and see her like this.
No, he will keep this one in his head while her legs are wrapped around it.
Charles
One of the first ever CGs of Charles involves him on his knees at MC's feet licking her foot.
...Exposed himself so soon.
Y/N best clear her schedule, because whatever plans she may have had are to be abandoned and forgotten.
Charles has no shame, he will get on his knees and plead with her to let him taste her, to let him please her like only he can.
However, the moment she gives in, sitting on the bed's edge naked and spread to give him access, he descends upon her for hours.
He is messy, he is greedy, he is vocal. He groans and praises between fervent licks across her folds before plunging into her with his tongue, savoring her like the sweetest dessert.
He lovingly tosses her legs over his shoulders, so that he can get a better view and angle...but also so she can ground herself somewhat.
His hands aren't idle though, wherever he can reach, he will touch and squeeze, her breasts, her backside, everywhere, his fingers kneading the soft skin as she twitches and jolts under them.
Her trembling echoes through his skin and her moaning is a sweet song in his ears. One he will never tire of hearing.
"You're so perfect...I could never get enough of you~"
His own moaning makes her whine as it vibrates into her sensitive walls, barely recovering from yet another climax.
"Ch...arle...s! Too much!"
She pleads as she uses her grip on his hair to keep him at bay for a moment, which causes him to whine as well. The lower half of his face covered in her essence, his cheeks a bright lusty red.
"But ma belle! I can't stop, you taste too good, please don't make me stop, I need moreee~"
He coyly and slowly runs his tongue up her clit, his hazy sea green eyes on her, entreating and desirous as he takes her in, this beauty, this queen that grants him such a privilege.
She yields her grip on him just a little and it's all he needs to dive back in.
It's just as well that her legs are on his shoulders. Because they are going to be useless for walking later. As will the rest of her jelly limbs.
If Y/N has somewhere to be next time, it is recommended she keep her legs closed before this happens.
Drake
Ever notice in several of his CGs, Drake just... has his tongue out?
The man isn't subtle.
He will never kneel for anyone, but for her? He will gladly get on his knees, just to hear her scream as he pleasures her.
And she will scream, because he will not stop, his tongue pumping in and out of her with quick, ruthless strokes as she lay naked on her back, writhing in the sheets. His hands will hook under her knees to keep her open and still for him.
The lewd sounds coming from down there are absolutely filthy, yet they are another sensual caress to her senses.
He gets drunk on her taste, her delighted cries, the tugging of pretty hands through his silver hair as he sucks on her clit. All of it, he wants it all and he takes it again and again and again.
If she tries to move away, sensitive from so many orgasms, he will tug her back to him, a slightly wild, hungry look in his aqua eyes, his chest heaving as a dangerous smirk crosses across his face as he teases.
"Ah ah ah. No running away, darling."
She meets his gaze with her bleary, teary one, whimpering and gasping from the incredible sensations wracking her body.
"F...Francis! P...Please, you're too good, I can't...!
He chuckles, the sound low and soaked in seduction, in desire for the exquisite woman under him, who tastes as sublime as she looks.
"Too good? High praise, my love, but I think you can handle one more."
He said one more two orgasms ago.
"I'm not finished with you. So be good for me, pretty little fawn~"
He lowers his head back between her legs, holding her gaze with that smile that promises her undoing as he holds her thighs.
His enemies at sea have been shown more mercy than this.
Reading romantasy books (especially by Sarah J Maas) while being an otome player has got to be the most foolish thing I have ever done.
My standards for FMCs (and female characters in general) are now ridiculously high and that doesn't bode well for the Ikemen MCs. Now when I read IkeVamp or the others and the MCs put up with some nonsense, I'm like-
"Aelin Galathynius❤️🔥 would never.✋"
Like, its bad.
The residents of the mansion can't handle Yrene Towers✨ (a personal fave)
Diem Bellator🔥 could solo half of Crown with her resilience alone.
Elide Lochan🐎 could play Benitoite, Jade and Obsidian like a violin.
Feyre Archeron🌠would crush those vampire hunters like wyrms.
Manon's Thirteen💥 would flatten both the Black and Red armies in minutes.
Elain Archeron 🌹(another fave) can bring half the men of Paris to their knees with her never declining face card. And lord help those who turn their back to her.
Also...
Violet Sorrengail🐉 would bring so much hell in IkeSen. The best kind. You know Hideyoshi has a headache and Ieyasu is overworked from her constant injuries.
Donatella Dragna🦋would be a blast in IkeVamp. Or be a chore as Napoleon would put it. Of course she'd have to be not 16.
Otome games are a different literature medium, which is fine, I just think cybird should take notes on how to write female characters from romantasy.
Because the gap in quality is just...
Then again, the mentioned women are from female centred stories while ikemen games are male centred. Which would be fine if it didn't usually come at the expense of female characters. :/
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personally i think this might be my favorite pairing for mitsuki 😊 im more of a selfship type of fan so i do have a separate fave LI, but when it comes to mitsuki’s dynamics i really love drake and faust the most. maybe i should draw faust next time too
How do they react to their s/o fighting with someone while pregnant?
Suitors: Comte, Leo, Vincent, Charles
Someone asked for more of this, so...
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Comte
Purebloods can't have a heart attack...he thought.
And yet, when confronted by a noble who had a bone to pick with him, his heart very much ceased the moment his wife, 4 months pregnant with their child, steps up in his defense, her chin lifted and her shoulders squared.
"If you have an issue with my husband, take it up in private, at least he can embarrass you behind closed doors."
The noble looks down his nose at her, sneering at her haughty tone as he raises his hand, likely to rudely swat her away so he can deal with the other man, making the pureblood's blood cool before heating.
He takes her gently by the shoulders and moves her away from the belligerent man, to his side with a sharp look to the foe in front of him,.
"I'd appreciate if you keep your watch your hands around my wife. I don't wish to have to make you regret it."
He won't start something physical. He wants to and he very nearly does but he won't. Not here, not in public, and most certainly not with his wife right here where she can get hurt.
He steers her away, opting for diplomacy over violence, even as his heart feels like it's going to pound out of his chest.
His scolding is full of love, a little strict and woven with concern.
"If something like that happens again, I beg you to let me handle it. Please, cherie. Don't put yourself and our treasure in danger."
Leonardo
Not much raises his hackles, this signore.
He comes across as blasé and easygoing towards most things.
His pregnant wife is not 'most things'.
So when she gets roped into a heated argument with a woman in town, he steps in quickly because the other woman pays no mind to her delicate state and seems ready to come to blows.
Even more worrying is that Y/N seems equally eager to throw hands, her anger winning out over her sense.
He puts a hand on her back, having no intention of letting this escalate further.
"Cara mia, don't stress yourself with this."
He doesn't really give the woman the benefit of his attention, the attention that belongs solely to his wife as he soothes her anger enough that he can get her away from the situation.
He will carry her away if he needs to.
He ends up doing so anyway, despite her compliance.
He speaks to her gently, his smile weary with half concealed worry for his beloved as he pets her head.
"Don't be so hot-blooded cara mia. I don't think the bambino is up for a fight."
Vincent
By nature, Vincent isn't violent. Everyone knows this.
Most believe he has no temper to speak of, let alone the capacity to be anything but peaceful.
When it comes to strong emotions, Y/N is the one who brings them out. Anger, jealousy, defensiveness. They were foreign to him until her.
Especially when she became pregnant. He never knew that he was capable of this kind of happiness. Or capable of the rage that hits him when a pair of rival artists pick a fight with him and she intervenes on his behalf.
He was perfectly fine not reacting to the sling of insults and harsh criticisms thrown his way, but his beloved, at 23 weeks and already in a volatile mood, was not so inclined to let it go.
She stands in front of him, lovely, angry and swollen with child, though shielding him from the crass words.
"Jealousy is an ugly look. No wonder your art is so subpar."
She throws back at them, inciting their fury as they impudently turn it on the pregnant woman.
A mistake they barely get to make as half a step towards her causes Vincent's hand to close over her shoulder and pulls her into his side. His blue eyes, usually clear as the summer sky, are tense and drawn over with clouds.
He doesn't raise his voice, of course he doesn't but he doesn't need to.
"Don't come near this woman...if you do, you'll face the consequences."
And he means it, his hand staying protectively over her as he guides her past the two, paying them no more mind. He is not interested in them.
When they're far away from that mess, he checks over her for any signs of distress, his scolding tender and concerned as he cradles her face with one hand, the other on her swelling belly where beautiful life grew within her.
"Please don't do that again scatje, it's not safe for you right now."
Charles
Charles is a man who has so little, who has had so little for most of his life, then gained everything when he wed his wife, then his wife became with child.
His heart is so full that the idea that something or someone could take that bliss away from him is enough to make him spiral.
Nothing made this clearer than when some drunk bumped into him while he was strolling with her and his belle, 4 months pregnant and already in a less than pleasant mood, gets angry on his behalf, especially as the unrepentant offender continually demands an apology from him.
Before he can respond, placate the man, she moves in front of him protectively, her cheeks red with indignant frustration.
"You're the one who bumped into my husband, you idiot. You apologize!"
She snaps at him, causing the drunkard to redden with anger and step threateningly, raising a meaty hand to push or to strike, Charles doesn't know, nor does he care.
It happens so fast. One moment the man is standing there, brace to harm his pregnant wife, next moment, he's sailing through the air and slamming into the wall so hard he loses consciousness on impact.
Y/N stares dumbfounded for only a moment at this uncharacteristic display of violence from her husband, before she is pulled away, far far away. Charles doesn't stop until she is somewhere safe and once he does, he is silent. She asks him if he is alright, touching his shoulder to find him trembling.
She is alarmed when he falls at her feet, coiling his arms around her to rest his head gently on her swelling abdomen, where the life he helped to create rested. His terror is palpable, but so is his desperate devotion and bottomless adoration.
"Please don't...don't scare me like that. Please, I can't lose you. Either of you."
His broken, barely whispered pleas pull at her heart as he looks up at her with glossy eyes, holding her as closely as physically possible, as if the world would take her and their child from him.
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