#code realize imagine

Warnings: Sex, Sexual Situations, Chase Kink, Rough Sex, Marking Kink, Oral Kink, Light Dom/Sub, Mild Pain Kink, Embarrassment Talking about Sex, Bondage, Begging

Please enjoy~

Arrangements

"That's a terrible argument! You'd be nothing without me!"

Well, that was weird.

It wasn't often you'd hear Arsene Lupin, Gentleman Thief raise his voice to someone other than Herlock Sholmes. You could hear him clear down the hallway of Saint Germain's estate, and wondered who he could possibly be yelling at this early in the morning.

Your investigation was short lived when you saw a rather smug looking Akira Kurusu, Phantom Thief of Hearts, sitting across from him in the parlor, carefully holding the tea Saint Germain prepared in one hand while he adjusted his glasses with the other.

"Atlas doesn't think so."

You blinked your azure eyes in surprise.

They were arguing about you?

Lupin ground his teeth, clearly frustrated. From the sound of it, this conversation had been going on for some time, so his nerves were probably worn down. Akira always knew just how to push all the right-- or wrong-- buttons, so whatever this was about, he was aggravating Lupin on purpose.

"I've seen the way you leer at her, it's entirely inappropriate. A lady like her deserves to be treated with respect. Something you are unable to provide."

Akira placed his cup down on its saucer calmly. He was clearly in control of this situation, even though he was younger than his counterpart.

"Things are different here than they are back home. It's fine."

Poor Lupin looked ready to tear his own hair out. "It's absolutely not fine! I don't know what kind of savages you've all become in your time but it won't be tolerated here! I won't have you acting like that buffoon Impey towards her. It's stressful enough having one running amok."

"You're just jealous I have more in common with her."

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Jealous?

Lupin?

Said gentleman sputtered in what you assumed was exasperation. "W-What an outlandish idea! That I would need to be jealous of the likes of you. She would choose me in a heartbeat."

"Choose you for what?"

Both of them froze for a moment at your question, acting like they had been caught in a trap. In a way, they were, but it was one they set up and walked into all on their own.

"Miss Atlas! I do apologize, we must have been rather loud. Did we disturb you?"

"You were being loud."

"Not now--"

"Are you fighting about me?"

Both men paused again, unsure of how to proceed. They stole a quick glance at each other, and you watched as they seemed to have a rather rapid and silent conversation between themselves before looking in your direction again.

"It's less about you and more... over you." Lupin finally spoke.

You stared at them for a rather ling time. Longer than either of them found comfortable. The disbelief had caused your mind to momentarily shut down, but to them it felt more like you were silently scrutinizing them.

"Why?"

They both blinked.

"What do you mean, why? There are countless reasons to vie for your affection."

You shrugged. "Not really. Besides, I don't know why you two would waste your time arguing, I've got two hands, right?"

Another silence filled the room so your words settled in the air. Oh no... What had you done? You didn't like the looks on the faces of the men before you. They were up to something. Were you going to survive?

"My dear... I do believe we can work with that."

Probably not.

contact: princess

     1:45 p.m. lupin: i’ve been thinking about how to phrase this all morning but as the gentlemen thief i am, i’m going to just come out and say it     1:46 p.m. lupin: there is no need to beat around the bush     * read at 1:49 p.m. *

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     2:15 p.m. you: yes??

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Arsene Lupin:

He is determined to get you out in the snow. You don’t have to play like children but he’ll want to go into town and do something even if it’s snowing. Arsene doesn’t love winter but he loves to see you in the snow; something about the image just burns into his mind.

He wants to sit and watch the snow, even if it’s only for a little while. If you’re out and about, the two of you will be in a restaurant and sit next to the window. If you’re at home, he’ll just stand in front of the window and watch. He likes the quiet that it brings and the fact the world seems to stop moving. Of course, his favorite part about that is to break the silence himself, for the dramatics of course.

Arsene moves all the furniture in the living room out of the way and asks you to dance with him. He’ll pull out a record that you’ve never seen before and swing you around the room. It’s slower and more mellow than you would expect but romantic enough to be him. You spend the rest of the night dancing, not being able to let each other go.

Abraham Van Helsing:

He doesn’t have a lot of fond memories about snow but he tolerates it. It’s always a mix of bittersweet family memories and doing missions in the snow so Abraham prefers to avoid going out if he can. If you want to go out he’ll tag along, making sure you stay upright and don’t hurt yourself.

The walk into town is worth it to see of the lights and displays up, even if he’s not a huge holiday fan. He much prefers to watch you get excited, smiling when you smile and watching as you move from store to store. Abraham has no issue teasing you if you ask him to carry things but takes your bags with no complaints.

Once you’ve gotten back and have eaten, he loves to sit next to you and read. You’re both in your own little worlds but are leaning against each other, completely content. You lean over during the funny parts of your book to share and soon he’s not even reading, just watching you. It’s been a great day and he wonders if he’ll start looking forward to the snow more often.

Victor Frankenstein:

Victor will prefer to stay inside when it’s cold. He likes to look at the snow but doesn’t want to touch it or let it inside. He’s happy to curl up with a book and just have a lazy day for once. If he’s scheduled to be in the clinic that’s another story but in general a day just the two of you? Yes please.

He makes a fuss if you want to go outside but doesn’t stop you. He will bundle you up until it’s hard to move but Victor loves through his concern, and he shows it for sure. He watches by the window as you play outside, smiling to himself and wondering if he should join you. The only reason he would go outside is if you fall and then he falls running out to go help you.

Victor makes the best hot chocolate and makes some for you when you come back inside, handing you a mug and getting you a blanket. He curls up with you on the couch, letting you lean against him to warm up. His face goes red if you ask him to read to you but he will, grabbing a book and starting from the beginning. His voice is just the right blend of soft and soothing, helping you drift off to sleep if you’re not careful.

Impey Barbicane:

Impey wants to get in the snow as soon as possible. He loves the snow and having a good time, especially with you. He won’t get you up at the crack of dawn but something close to it, helping you get dressed for an day outside. You won’t spend all day outside but he wants to make sure you get to spend some time out there.

After time in the snow, he’s going to cook your favorite foods and pamper you as much as possible. Impey is over the moon that you two have time for yourselves, especially if it’s been a while. He loves to cook and you loving his cooking is just another thing that he loves.

The rest of the night is spent hanging out in front of the fireplace. Usually he wants to play a game but wouldn’t mind singing or just cuddling together. He likes to make you laugh and goes out of his way to be silly or make you smile. You end the night curled in his arms, exchanging soft kisses back and forth. It’s the end to a perfect day, in his opinion.

Saint-Germain:

Saint-Germain doesn’t seem surprised by the snow and you wonder if somehow he knew it was coming. The house is fully stocked and anything you could want to have a fun winter day is available. You tease him about it, asking if there’s anything he wants to tell you. He just gives his usual smile, inviting you for tea before you start the day.

He has the whole day planned out. That’s all you can think as he takes you to a frozen pond close to the house. It shouldn’t be too frozen yet (this is only the first good snowfall) but it’s completely solid and San has ice skates. He’s willing to teach if you don’t know how and there’s a ploy here somewhere. You spend your time on the ice wobbly but grinning as you get to hold his hands the entire time.

Going straight for my Achilles heel, aren't you, darling?

Uncharted Territory

The world sped past you in a blur, your giggling filling the air as your boyfriend ran recklessly down hallways while you clung to him.

You knew waking up this morning that he would be excited, but you had underestimated his energy when you sat to discuss with him what had been on your mind the last few days.

At first he was speechless when you told him you were finding yourself lonely at night and wanted to start sharing the same bed, but it didn't take long for him to start whooping and yelling like his usual self. Of course, you had to remind him that he had the entire day to get through before the time came, but that didn't dampen his mood in the least.

After a suspiciously lavish dinner made by his own hands, you found yourself growing tired. You had made the mistake of announcing your intention to retire to your room, and you had barely stood up from your chair before he had crossed the dining room and swept you off your feet, nearly knocking poor Victor's glass out of his hand. You could hear Lupin yelling after Impey about his uncouth behavior, but he simply ignored him and tossed a "goodnight" over his shoulder before you were both out of the room.

Needless to say, he was eager.

"Impey, you almost slid right into that wall! Slow down!" You tried to scold him, but the grin on your face told him that you weren't too serious.

"No can do! My moonbeam said they were tired, so I need to get them in bed as soon as possible!" He only paused long enough to open the door to your room before he was moving again, seemingly reaching your bed in one hop from the doorway.

You felt him gently place you on the side of the bed. You blinked, watching him kneel in front of you for a moment, then let out a squeak when he suddenly took your leg in his hand. "W-What are you doing?"

"Spoiling you. This is our first time, I have to make it special." He grinned, taking your shoes off and moving them out of the way. "You deserve nothing less."

You let out a breath of embarrassment. You'd think you'd be used to his innuendos by now, but they still flustered you now and again. "Bite me."

"Well, if you insist." He practically sang as he finished with your socks, jumping up and kicking his own shoes off before plopping down next to you.

The air suddenly felt tense. You two were physically affectionate with each other, but it was never anything too bold or deeply intimate beyond a simple kiss. You two were usually in semi-public places together; there wasn't much privacy to be had.

Now, there was nothing in your way.

And you weren't sure what to do next.

You cleared your throat, breaking the silence. "So... we should get some rest. We have a full day tomorrow." You started, looking down at your hands in your lap. Normally you couldn't stop staring at his golden eyes, but right now you were having trouble finding them. Or rather, you were almost afraid to.

You knew Impey wouldn't do anything you weren't comfortable with. Passion may pump through the man's veins, but he genuinely cared about how you felt, and he did countless things to show that to you. You weren't afraid of him.

You were just unsure of how this night might change you.

You loved him. You had realized it a long time ago, and had been meaning to tell him for just as long, but it never felt like the right time. Sure, he had said the words to you before, but it was in a casual sense and didn't really have any weight behind it. It wasn't really anything said seriously.

Maybe tonight was the night to change that.

You realized you hadn't gotten a response from him and turned to look at him. "Impey? Did you hear--"

Your breath caught in your throat when you saw how he was looking at you.

You knew he was a gentle man when it came to you, both emotionally and physically, but you were still completely blindsided by the sheer tenderness in his eyes as they stared back at you. For once, he wasn't showering you in compliments or pet names. Instead, he was simply taking you in like he was seeing you for the first time.

You were too enchanted to feel embarrassment in this moment.

But you did have to tell your lungs to breathe.

"Impey..?"

Slowly, he let a soft smile grow on his face. "Sorry. I just still can't believe my luck... I've spent so much time wanting to go to the moon, I've been working so hard to get there. But lately it's been harder to keep working on going up there, knowing I've got stardust waiting for me down here."

He reached over and took your hands in his, rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles.

"You always take such good care of me. You make sure I take breaks when I need to, and make sure I eat and don't push myself harder than I need to. Everyone else thinks I'm crazy to have a dream like that, but you never made fun of me or doubted I could do it. You keep encouraging me to try when a plan doesn't work. You won't even give me a chance to consider giving up, you're so supportive."

He chuckled almost nervously.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is--"

"I love you."

He blinked. He hadn't expected you to interrupt him, and apparently, you didn't either, because you looked just as surprised as he was. Your eyes were wide and your cheeks were turning pink. You coughed, shrinking a little.

"That's what you were going to say... Right?"

He blinked again before breaking out into a laugh, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. "Yeah." He tugged you both down to lay down on the comforter, nuzzling his face into your hair. "Yeah, it was."

Now you were embarrassed.

"I'm going to sleep."

"Oh, come on! You can't do that now! This is a big moment, how am I supposed to fall asleep now?!" His arms moved to your waist and dragged you up, your back pressing against his firm chest as he spooned you.

You let out another giggle. "Sounds like a real problem. How unfortunate for you."

"Oh, I'll show you a problem." He leaned over and started showering whatever skin he could reach in kisses. Cheeks, forehead, ears, neck, nothing was safe. You squealed and squirmed under him, trying to push him off halfheartedly.

Wherever the night led you, you knew you'd enjoy getting there with him.

She gave me the push I needed to show myself to the world and to all of you, and leaves a void in my life when she is absent

I hope you survive, and enjoy~

The Chase

It seemed luck was on your side today as you quietly moved down the hall of the mansion, careful not to make a single sound.

Usually he would slip off to who knows where before you could even blink, so you never got the chance to observe him other than when you all sat down for a meal together. But today, he didn't have any immediate business he needed to attend to, so he wouldn't be off doing... whatever he does on any given day.

Arsene Lupin truly was an interesting man.

He might have proclaimed himself as a gentleman thief, but it wasn't all that far off from the truth. He had charmed you immediately, which wouldn't be such an issue if you weren't so easily flustered. What was worse, it was almost as if he went out of his way to tease you to just to ruffle your feathers for his own amusement.

Yes, that was why.

No other reason.

None at all.

You peeked around the corner you were leaning against to make sure you didn't lose him while you tailed him from a safe distance. He continued on, seeming to take his time to enjoy the decorations of the corridor, in no clear rush to be anywhere in particular. You watched him intently as he strolled, careful not to lean too far out around the corner and expose yourself. The last thing you needed was him catching you following him.

It was a miracle he hadn't already.

He rounded a corner, and you carefully slid around your own and soundlessly creeped after him, taking great care with every step not to let your feet fall too heavily. You weren't sure when you had started, but you were now holding your breath as you neared where you last saw him. You hoped he was still close by as you leaned around--

"Lovely afternoon, isn't it, Miss Rain?"

Your blood ran cold as you stared at him, your shocked eyes locked with his mirthful ones.

He had caught you after all.

"What's the matter? You look surprised." He tilted his head, wearing his typical catlike smile as he took you in. Respectfully, his gaze stayed on your face, but you could still feel your body getting hot from embarrassment.

You opened and closed your mouth several times in an attempt to speak, but your voice failed you.

"Did you really think I wasn't aware you were following me?" He gently pushed himself off the wall, still watching you flounder for something to say. "Of course not, my dear. I wouldn't be The Gentleman Thief if I was so easily fooled."

You coughed, silently cursing the heat you felt on your face, knowing he could easily see it. "Y-You let me follow you? Why?"

He chuckled, adjusting his hat atop his head. "I thought I taught you to be more aware of your surroundings. Why do you think I would do such a thing?"

"Because you like embarrassing me?"

"You wound me, Miss Rain. Though I suppose it's not a totally inaccurate assessment." He reached out a gloved hand to gently brush a knuckle against your heated cheek, which almost made you flinch. "I can't deny I enjoy seeing you so fuddled."

"I knew it." You whispered it without thinking, which earned you another chuckle from him.

"Though you seem confused on my actual reasoning for it. If my intent was simply to embarrass you, I wouldn't have bothered to lead you away from the others so we could be alone."

This gave you pause.

He was right. You had been following him for about twenty minutes, if you had to guess. You weren't anywhere near the dining hall or any of their resting areas, so no one should be wandering around.

He led you here on purpose.

"You wanted to get me alone?"

"Of course." His hand moved from your face and reached for your hand. Your heart stopped as he tenderly pressed his lips to your knuckles, only to be jumpstarted again when you suddenly felt his free hand on your waist gently tugging you closer to him until you bumped against him.

He was so warm...

He turned your hand over to gently press a kiss to your open palm. His eyes kept you frozen in place, not that you were planning to move in the first place.

"You see, I want you all for myself."

His hand let go of yours, moving to brush his thumb gently along your lower lip before leaning in close.

"How kind of you to let me steal you away so easily."

☾ happy birthday

a/n: a small thing i did for a dear friend of mine for her birthday. happy birthday @vani-ya​!!!! i hope i did your boy justice.

please do not use any of my works, in any shape or form, without permission.

The mansion was eerily quiet; the only sound filling its vast space was the soft ticking of a clock, announcing each second with a subtle click of the hand. But you'd think the rules of time didn't apply in such a place. Nothing ever moved from its spot, and it was the same routine daily. As if you were reliving the same day over and over again.

However, today there was an exception. Instead of Saint Germain's usual tea aroma, your favorite kind ran through the halls, enticing anyone inside to the dining hall. Were the others still around it would have already been lively in there, but after everyone went off on their own adventure, it was just you and the count. Truth be told, you wouldn't have it any other way. You missed the others, but the count had stolen your heart and invaded your mind entirely. Every thought revolved around him, just like now.

Entering the dining hall, you were welcomed by the natural light of the afternoon, along with Saint-Germain, who wore a genuine smile. The sight of it sent your heart into a frenzy, warming even the tips of your fingers.

"Good afternoon, count."

"Ah, you've arrived." Rising from his seat, he took a neatly wrapped box from the table and handed it to you. "Happy Birthday, [ name ]."

Even if the count hadn't personally placed the box in between your hands, you would have been able to tell it was from him. The wrapping paper enveloped the box so perfectly. The colors also reminded you of him, platinum white to match his hair and a piercing blue to match his eyes.

"It's so beautiful I almost don't want to open it."

"Please do. The item inside is much nicer."

With a smile, you pulled away the paper until it revealed a rectangular velvet box. Your eyes immediately shot up to meet his.

"I thought I'd give you something that lets others know you belong to me."

After allowing him to open the box for you, you stared at a beautiful sapphire necklace. The gem caught the light of the sun and reflected in onto the walls, casting a blue tint in the room.

"Oh wow..."

"May I?" Taking the necklace, he gestured to your neck.

"Please do."

Now you were marked as his.

This venue wouldn't exist without her guidance. She assisted me in building it from the ground up and has shown me unbelievable support as a fellow writer, but more importantly as a friend. She has become irreplaceable to me and is the younger sister I never got to have but always wanted

My love, this is for you, from the bottom of my heart

Flocking Together

In all his years, he had never faced a foe quite as formidable as this.

Even worse, it had snuck its way into his home entirely undetected.

Bait in hand, he calmly made his way to where he knew it would be resting. It would be awake by now, undoubtedly, but until it was disturbed, no harm would come to anyone.

Even under his own roof, he had to be cautious about trespassing into its territory.

How ridiculous.

He stood at the door of the lair of the beast, shaking his head. The last time he attempted to visit the occupant, he was chased out with the threat of bodily harm. He had come with only the best intentions, the treatment was uncalled for.

But he tolerated it, because you also resided there.

Sweet Miss Vanya.

As with all of his guests, you had piqued his interest, which was what led to him allowing you to stay on his estate. In seemingly no time at all, you had taken an interest in him, one that perhaps rivaled the one he had in you. That alone intrigued him, and before he knew it he found himself seeking your company over that of anyone else in the house.

His intention had been to start sharing tea and lunch in your room.

But it seemed she had other plans in mind.

His knuckles gently rapped on the wood of the door. He knew you weren't in, but it would be incredibly rude to intrude on a lady without announcing himself-- especially one of your esteem.

"Miss Vanya?"

As expected, there was no answer, and after waiting just a moment longer, he turned the handle and carefully pushed in the door. He leaned in to take a look inside, searching for the creature that was infuriatingly in his way.

Across the room, a beast with green down let out an alarmed squawk as it tumbled down from the chifforobe it was attempting to climb, landing ungracefully on the surface not far below it. It squawked again, getting on its feet before angrily flapping its wings at him, very clearly disturbed.

"Hello, Miss Nana."

Nana.

Your parrot.

When you had first introduced her to the group, everything had been fine. She had been perched on your shoulder, preening, and everything had gone smoothly. But there were two things you had neglected to mention.

First, that Nana consistently demanded your attention.

Second, she loathed men.

The second lesson was learned through an unfortunate incident, where poor Impey had reached over to pet her, and he almost lost a finger or two when she tried to bite them off.

Other attempts at getting your attention with Nana in the room were similarly foiled, and no man in the house had been remotely successful.

But he would not be so easily deterred.

"I apologize for interrupting you."

Nana didn't seem to care, and let out a noise that communicated to him that she was very displeased.

Whether it was from embarrassment from someone witnessing her mishap or simply his presence in the room, he couldn't be sure.

"I assure you, there's no need to make a fuss. I come with a peace offering, you see." He closed the door behind him with one hand while opening the other to show her what he had been carrying.

Her indignation paused when she eyed the rice in his open palm.

You had let slip that it was her favorite treat, and every time someone entered your kitchen in your house, she would demand someone give some to her. He almost felt guilty about spoiling her behind your back, but the situation was dire.

She was suspicious of him, but allowed him to slowly advance with his gift. She tilted her head when he stopped just in front of her, cautiously extending a foot out and moving to perch on his hand.

He smiled as she began to indulge in her prize.

"Yes, just like that. See? No harm, no foul, as they say." He gave a soft chuckle at his own joke.

This was going well.

"I do come here with a proposition, of course." He tilted his head when she chirped at him. "It is not hard to see that you're not particularly fond of me. Or anyone else here, for that matter. But I would like to change that, if it's quite alright with you."

She flapped her wings again, but kept her eager pace with her eating.

"You see, I've become rather... taken with Miss Vanya. And I would like to become closer with her. But I know that won't be possible without first gaining your blessing. So if it's quite alright with you, I'd like to spend more time with you as well, perhaps without her company so you may grow more accustomed to me."

She chirped again, but this time it sounded more curious. She lifted her head, and he noticed that all the rice he had brought was gone. She had made quick work of his offering, and was looking for more. He felt her tiny feet shuffle on his hand, moving to see if he was holding out on her. Unfortunately, he was not.

"I promise to bring you as much rice as you like during my visits. Do we have a deal?"

At first she had no response. But then, after an indignant huff, she began clicking her tongue at him, to his relief.

Once again, he smiled.

"Wonderful. I do believe you and I could be quite good friends."

If things continued to work in his favor, before long, he could express his affection towards you without any obstacles, and you could finally be his.

All his.

Only his.