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Hello everyone! I'm happy to announce my follower milestone! Actually, this was a plan when I reached around 750 followers but it just... escalated and the asks and projects. Anyway, let's get on with the event!

Event Prizes:

One otome-esque story [with routes] between two characters of your choice, with genre of your choice. Will be posted on AO3 and Tumblr.

Event Procedure

Only one winner will be chosen

Only followers are permitted

Put a reply or reblog with the two characters, the series they're from and that's it!

The timeline for entry is from today [26] until the end of October 2021 Japan Time.

Adding details about what you want, aka an AU or genre [like angst or fluff] is totally optional and it won't impact anything.

Oml bro CONGRATS!!! I’m not on here a lot, but when you told me about this (more like reminded me but shush) 👀👀👀 how could I not grab this opportunity? Hehehehehehehe

Ya know my faves, we love my faves, so I’d either be cool with

Mozart & Isaac from Ikevamp,

Jonah & Lancelot for Ikerev am I the corner in the triangle, or is it Lancelot lbr…,

Yasu & Kenshin from Ikesen don’t you dare think about killing, I can hear your thoughts Aki

or Yves & Licht from Ikepri uwu.

Genre-wise… ya know Im a slut for my chaotic family rom-com, soulmate aus, enemies-to-lovers WITHOUT, and I repeat, WITHOUT ANGST i.e. no killing, maiming, kidnapping, yandere you get the gist 😤

Love ya Aki! And pls take care of yourself and grab yourself a glass of water~

♡ summary: contrary to popular belief, you really don’t need a shiny diamond in order to propose to your beloved. sometimes all you need is a paper ring and some ‘encouragement’ from your students.

♡ additional tags/warnings: this really is just fluff & napoleon alternating between swooning for his girl, self-deprecating, and getting the hell roasted out of him by his students lmao.

♡ word count: 3.3k words

♡ notes: this is a belated piece for day 7 of napoleon week 2021 hosted by the lovely @xxsycamore​. originally it was just freestyle until i realised i could shoehorn in the dialogue prompt “for me, that’s enough” so 🤭 

♡ AO3 link

It’s good to see that the children are as energetic as ever. After attentively listening to Isaac’s lecture about arithmetic and completing their problem sums (well, ‘attentive’ being a spectrum, as it is), Isaac released them from the woes of math to Napoleon. Their joyful cries of “Yay, the fun part!” did not go unheard by Isaac, whose face pinched into an affronted frown. It was all Napoleon could do not to lose himself to laughter as he tends to do—he can’t help it if his adoptive younger brother has some of the most amusing expressions, second only to his Nunuche. 

Damn, there his thoughts go, wandering over to her again. Not that this is anything new. This has been but a simple fact of his life for several years now, and he wouldn’t change a thing.

“You’re making that face again, Napoleone!” 

Anyhow, JRBEHEHEJWJEKSJRBEJSIDN THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL IM LITWRALLY SITTING HWRE LIKE 🥺🥺🥺 YOU HAVE MY WNTIRE HESRT YOU HODFORSAKEN EMPEFOR

cough as I was saying, this was absolutely adorable. You never fail to perfectly embody his charismatic, yet goofy and charming disposition—your characterization of Naps always makes me swoon huhuhuhuhu

♡ summary: prompted by an attack in the village, the princess finally reveals to jean what exactly happened in the king’s quarters that fateful night—as well as her true feelings for him.

♡ word count: 6.7k words the longest in this series

♡ additional tags/warnings: royalty AU / some violence / discussion of death & trauma / angst & hurt-comfort / love confession 

♡ notes: this one is for angst day of the jean countdown party, though i don’t think it’s anywhere nearly as painful as my fic for ‘jean & cooking’ day lmao. that said, the reason why this part is so long is bc i wanted to wrap up the main plot of this series, and then my fics for the fluff & smut days would be sort of like conclusions/bonuses. there’s a lot going on in this one and it’s an “emotional rollercoaster” according to my beta… so enjoy, i guess?

♡ part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

♡ tag list (please feel free to DM me if you’d like to be tagged for future parts 💙): @juminly @nafeary @iridescent-hana @blu-tigerr @judgemental-seal @loverofmanyrandomthings​ @sweettangy​

♡ AO3 link

Do not be mistaken. Jean is happy for Napoleon, that he’s so well-liked in the village and has plenty of things to do to keep himself busy during his retirement. After the hell they went through in the battlefield, it’s the least he deserves.

Jean just wishes he didn’t have to be implicated in it—because now he has the Princess and a flock of rambunctious children to keep an eye on.

In all honesty, the Princess has adapted far quicker than he has. The children have taken quite a shine to her, flocking around her for more stories and dragging her into their games, and likewise she to them. Even under the harsh glare of the afternoon sun, her glow still stands out like an angel amongst the rest of the celestial heavens. Or something like that—he isn’t great at analogies and comparisons.

Well, as long as she’s safe and enjoying herself…

Feeling a small smile ghost at his lips, he decides to hang back and watch the group from afar to make sure no one is straying away. The scene before him makes for a really sweet picture—the Princess crouching down before the fountain, surrounded by the village children whose heads reach up to her bosom at best. He wouldn’t have thought that he would dare let her show her face so openly in public (or as ‘openly’ as the makeshift hood on her head allows for, anyway) for fear of her being recognised, let alone enjoy such a peaceful afternoon together, but he supposes the crude haircut he had given her about a week ago must have worked wonders.

And he would have been content to just stay there and watch her, if it weren’t for a tiny hand tugging lightly but insistently on his fingers.

The main reason why I rarely include Mozart - Dazai - Comte or Shakespeare in my comics is because I don't have any ideas involving them.... also because Comte's & Mozart's hair are pure hell to draw...

Wishing you all a day as beautiful as you.

@imoonlit-river @redheadkittys @sage-n-rosemary @silverheart1123 @joaxotome @lxvescramble @otonymous @acrispyapple @venulus @stillundecidedusername @birdcopsfangirlsblog @thegrandduckmaster @kimi00twin @t-r-o-u-v-aille @xsagaralisa @spanish-aguacate @minty-fresh-kicks @superbacongirl @voltage-vixen @toloveawarlord @lulidrafts @complexwish @eisukevint @silverofdreams @smittenfor2dmen @lys-lilac @leoamber66

I feel like a lot of folks are probably confused as to the amount of followers, but I’m going to dump that all under a read more! Right now I just want to focus on saying thanks, and! The best I can think of is a ‘thank you’ fic! (With a blabbery/rambling thank you under a read more).

A while ago I mentioned that once I hit my next milestone I would let you guys choose the next suitor to get pegged, so I made a handy little poll to do just that! It’s not set to gather any info outside of voting/written in suggestions (if you want) with the other (not required) qs.

Obviously, since there are a lot of suitors I can’t really write well at all, there’s only a few to pick from here, but I hope at least one suitor is someone you’ve been wanting to see get pegged! But, regardless, here is the poll: click me!

(Please do not try to write in other suitors)

I believe in the past I also mentioned doing a poll where it’s voting for a non-pegging fic, and while I want to do that as well, I am going to wait a few months before I do that. Just to see how this one goes, and to give myself a break in between writing for others vs writing for myself. I’m sorry if that’s a bit disappointing.

When it comes to the poll itself, I’m probably going to keep it open for three days, unless it seems like its getting a lot of votes still, then I might extend it to last a full week instead! Wanna give folks a good chance to vote qq

And now, time for Scum to attempt a coherent ‘thank you’!

♡ summary: previously living a peaceful life in the castle, certain circumstances have forced jean and his princess to flee. this is the story behind that.

♡ word count: 3.5k words

♡ additional tags/warnings: royalty AU / some descriptions of violence & blood / death / implications of trauma / some pining

♡ notes: this one’s yet another belated piece for AU day of the jean route countdown party, and so i thought it was fitting that this would be the flashback chapter that explains the whole premise of this AU series

♡ part 1 | part 2 | part 3

♡ tag list (feel free to DM me if you’d like to be tagged for future parts ❤): @juminly​ @nafeary​ @iridescent-hana​ @blu-tigerr​ @judgemental-seal​ @loverofmanyrandomthings​ @sweettangy​

♡ AO3 link

One would suppose being a princess’s personal bodyguard would be a prestigious career. And in a way, it is—it’s a task of utmost importance, as she represents the royal family, who themselves represent the nation (at least, in theory). And there was the whole knighting ceremony, filled with all the pomp and solemn grandeur you would expect from a ceremony with royalty involved.

But really, it’s like being a glorified babysitter. Not that Jean would know what being a babysitter is like. He has never done well with children. Or people in general. He never knows the right thing to say, or the right way to react to something; he doesn’t even possess the flexibility to pretend he does.

So what’s a man like him doing, playing the role of the Princess’s guard?

Simply put, he had nothing better to do after the war. There was no glory left for him (not that he had ever cared about that in the first place), given that the nation had been served a sound defeat. As part of the agreement, she had to give up a good portion of her land to her opponents—and that land had just so ‘happened’ to host the richer, more fertile lands. Her enemies knew where her gold was, and how to strike where it would hurt.

Another clause in the agreement was that the military had to demilitarise by a sizable 30 percent. Jean has never been much good at math, but even he knows that number is nothing to scoff at. And he just so ‘happened’ to be part of that 30 percent, too. He figured he would eventually return to his hometown—perhaps open a shop to fix and sell weapons—until he heard that the royal family was looking for a guard to protect their princess. Needing the money to make the journey back home and not wanting to borrow it from the friend he had been temporarily staying with, he responded to the call.

And here he is now, after passing the tests and interviews and ceremonies, shadowing the Princess’s every move.

It's the middle of the night, Jean is wandering in the corridors. He is hurting. Everything hurts. Existing hurts.

Napoleon searches for Jean aware that the night sometimes is too much to bear for Jean. He finds him wavering and visibly lost in one of the many corridors. He sees Jean and he knows the hurting. So he takes Jean in his arms so that the burden might feel lighter just for a moment even.

MC is still reading a book in her room and something urges her to go out of her room. She sees Jean and she knows. Without hesitation, she takes Jean in her arms.

A bit later, Theo comes back from a late errand. He met with Arthur on his way back. They see MC, Napoleon and Jean, and they know.

Theo knocks on Vincent's door. He opens and Theo tilts his head in MC's and Jean's direction. Vincent sees them and he knows.

He walks towards them and hugs them both. He can feel Jean trembling. Theo and Arthur glance at each other, one of them shrugs and they join in the hug.

Sebastian is on his way to bring Issac one of his many meals. He sees Jean buried under a group hug and he knows. As he hands over Isaac's meal, he catches Isaac's attention. He sees all of them and he knows. He sets the meal aside and as uncomfortable as he is with physical touch, he joins the hug together with Sebastian.

Comte is heading back to his room with a a book as he discusses something with Leo. He heard footsteps behind him. Dazai pushes pass them and heads over to the other end of the corridor.

Comte and Leo follow him, worried. They see how Dazai joins in the hug and they know. Leo has that tender smile on his face as he hugs the group without squeezing them too much.

Comte steps back, knowing he cannot join. A hand pulls him and he has no choice but to cling to the group. Maybe all the squeezing and hugging will fix the broken pieces.

Mozart opens his door. He had sensed that some residents were still awake, which had stirred him from his slumber. As he peeked out of his room, he saw the mass of residents hugging Jean who was barely standing on his own. He sees Jean's expression and he knows. He stands next to the group and places his hand on Leo's shoulder, that's the best Mozart can do all while frowning.

Jean is still shaking and he lets out a shaky sigh. A sob manages to slip from his clenched mouth and the hug closes onto him even more. Just for a moment, Jean sees all of the residents and he knows, he can let his guard down just for a moment.

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Title is from this French song/slam

your wish is my command😼💕

Mozart

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

He's a very straightforward person and normally, he's not the type to shower his partner with gifts. However, this does not mean he will leave you with empty hands, at all. If he sees something that reminds him of you and that he thinks you'd enjoy, he simply buys it and gives it to you later on. If you tell him something particular caught your eye, Mozart won't hesitate to open his wallet and spend some money. Everything for his muse <3

When he’s on the receiving end though, he prefers receiving something practical that he will use. He’s not the type to thank you for gifting him with a wet napkin, but you will definitely see an appreciative smile on his thin lips as he kisses the back of your hand to show gratitude.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

He tries to keep his cool but pretty much anyone can see how distressed and pissed he is. No matter the situation, you are his top priority, so even if it means letting go (for the moment) of the lowlife that hurt you, he doesn't care as long as he can ensure your safety. Later on, when your condition has finally stabilized, Mozart is internally fuming and ready to throw his beloved piano at whoever hurt you. Jean gladly joins in, and it takes all of Comte's energies to stop them from committing a murder.

If you accidentally got hurt by yourself and it's nothing serious, he will scold you a bit, but if you give him the puppy eyes look, he'll do whatever you want. You want him to kiss your bruised knee? My, aren't you like a child. 

...fine, he'll do it.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

I'm not an expert when it comes to German pet names but Meine Liebe will always have the top spot. Mozie keeps it for private moments (or when he’s jealous), as he calls you by your name when in public. If he's feeling particularly sweet then he may also use Engel or Maus.

(meine liebe=my love, engel= angel, maus= mouse)

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

He doesn't really like the idea of “showing you off”, as it kind of makes it sound as if you were a prize or something. Mozart really gives you a lot of freedom in your relationship, but if anyone misinterprets this as you being available then he’s changing his plans on the spot. Since he usually doesn't act on his emotions, it may not seem the case, but Mozart gets jealous pretty easily, and he can't stand other men laying their dirty fingers on you, just like he doesn't like people touching his piano. Back off.

Made the toxic trio todaaay. Honestly, I think I need to pick a different color for faust maybe. And charles' came out super pink??? It was supposed to be a bit darker, but my printer really said 'fuck you'.

For wax seals, I feel like the skull one would work really well for charles, and ofc a rose for vlad....faust would prob need something more serious but i dont have anything thatd fit him so! No examples. Coughs.

finally in first place with rendered piece + simple background, @venulus​ requested lovesick/heart-eyes arthur! it’s the closest he’s gone in losing, mc, you should take pride in that.

also please pretend the chess pieces are there. i don’t know enough on how to position them for the specific scenario i have in my mind

♡ summary: even after losing his beloved nunuche, napoleon still holds on to hope that he will see her again, with the memories left behind in the pages she once wrote in.

♡ word count: 1.8k words

♡ additional tags/warnings: death (by unspecified illness) / grief / angst with a happy-ish ending / artistic license — funky timeline stuff

♡ notes: this was inspired by a slowed & reverbed version of photograph by ed sheeran that i found on youtube. the lines “and if you hurt me, that’s okay baby only words bleed / inside these pages you just hold me, and i won’t ever let you go” have always stood out to me and i’ve always wanted to write something based on them. so to give my beloved beta time to catch up on the last fic of my jean royalty AU, i decided to whip this lil thing up. enjoy 💙 (and have tissues nearby Just In Case lmao)

♡ tag list (feel free to DM me if you’d like to be tagged in future works!): @nafeary​ @juminly​ @kisara-16​ @amy-hoshi​ @xxsycamore​ @sweettangy @nad-zeta​​

♡ AO3 link

“I will find you and meet you again in the next life, and I will fall in love with you again.”

The words his beloved nunuche had once spoken to him an eternity ago—Napoleon still holds on to them, even after all the decades that have crawled by since her passing. They are the one thing that has kept him going after all this time, through the grief that has left an aching chasm where his heart once lay.

No matter how much time has passed, the pain never really gets easier to bear. But he knows she wouldn’t want him to bear the clouds of a never-ending storm on his face, so every morning he grits his teeth and reminds himself he has to survive this. His vampirism gives him little choice otherwise, anyway.

His mind still recalls the sight of her lying on her deathbed. Her small fingers curled around his, desperately clinging to him even as her illness stole away more and more of her strength. The paleness in her once pink and full lips, the gauntness in her once lively face, the pain wracking her body with each breath she takes… What would he not have given up to save her? He was once a soldier and an emperor; he once held an entire continent in the palm of his hand; he rode with his army into odds stacked against them and came out victorious. Yet the one time his strength and brilliance were needed, he couldn’t do anything for her. No one, not even Arthur who had been a doctor once upon a time, could do anything to save her. All he could do was stay by her side day after day, hold her hand, and tell her he loved her every minute in case she was no longer here in the next.