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headcanon idea 1

Comte thinking about getting the infamous Marquis de sade on his team before vlad does. 

Donatien Alphonse François, Comte de Sade will cause a LOT of trouble, but not as much as a from vlad controled version. At least Comte hopes so ^^”

Gwiyndolins relationships #2

Mozart: They get along quite well. She likes it that she can talk to someone in her native tongue even the austrian dialect is quite different from the northern german Gwiyndolin speaks herself, they understand each other perfectly. She respects his germophobia. But she will give him alcohol on multiple occasions just to see the quirky and funny version of him.

Napoleon: at last someone with the same terrible sleeping habits as herself. Ok, wait, she doesn’t kiss everything that tries to wake her up but she can sleep very very long. His happy character makes her feel happy herself and so she tries to spend as much time with him as possible ( sparing included) and she swore herself to never raise her blade against Jean wich makes Napoleon the only sparing partner left...

Vincent: She adores him nearley as much as Jean and loves watching him paint his masterpieces. Knowing how precious they are to many people in her time even most like him for his dramatic life...she couldn’t believe how happy he was now first time she saw him. Gwiyndolin was influenced from the represantations of him in her time so she was quite suprised. Positivley surprised and happy he has both his ears...

Ikemen Gift (wrapping)- Skills!

Napoleons gift(s) would be wrapped simple but elegant, decorated with something he found riding out in the woods

Arthur:

Arthots gifts are not that easy to get, he hid them in the whole mansion and let you search for them and because of their decent, elegant color, they easy to overlook

Shakespeare:

Shakespeare would take care of every gift he’s wraping, picking flowers, sealing it with wax and write a little text, sentence or poem about the person who recieves one.

Hello there ! I am all for new blogs and I just saw you were taking requests for ikemen vampire and so I decided to send in a request :) So how do you think Vincent, Mozart, Napoleon, Shakespeare and Arthur would react to discovering MC was an amazing actress by stumbling upon one of her movies ? Thank you so so much :))

Hello~Thank you for your support, i really appreciate it!Also, thank you for requesting!I hope you like it~

Warnings:Bad English (I’m sorry, it’s not my mother language!)

Game: Ikemen Vampire

Characters: Vincent Van Gogh, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Napoleon Bonaparte (Born to Party), William Shakespear and Arthur Conan Doyle.

Type: Headcanons

This takes place in the modern time.(The boys travelled with the MC.)

Vincent Van Gogh:

One day, Vincent stumbled upon a shiny box.He was very curious, so he opened it.(Of course, he had your permission.)

His face lit up when he saw his gorgeous girlfriend on the cover.

The more he looked at the DVDS, the more he wanted to learn about them, so he took one and put it in the DVD player.(after a lot of struggling.)

Not even ten minutes in the movie and he had already fallen for your acting.

The way you fought and the way you talked was enough for Vincent to fall in love with you all over again.

“My angel is so beautiful and strong!”He was smilling so hard whenever you were on the screen, that his cheeks were hurting.

He is so soft for you, that he laughed everytime you laughed and cried when you did.

He is already making fanart and he joins all the fandoms available.He has his own blog where he posts his fanart.

When you returned to your home, you found tones of detailed sketches with you as the protagonist.

And thousands of kisses.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart:

Mozart was very surprised to say the least.

He was bored, so he turned on the TV, but nothing caught his attention.

He desided to change one more channel and he found himself looking at you, in elegant clothes, playing the violin.

‘Wait, where you in a consert?’He read the information and understood that it was simply a movie.

Mozart was blushing madly while listening to you.Your music was good and the interactions between the characters was exiting.He would never say it out loud.

He also wouldn’t admit that he was captivated and thinking of writing a piece for you to play.

Your face was so emotional in every scene.He was a bit jealous that others could see those expressions of your.

When you returned from your work, you got bombarded with questions and a very emotional Mozart (and his wet wipes), who wanted hugs to distract him, because he saw you dying in a movie.

Napoleon Bonaparte:

Napoleon was watching a few movies with swordfighting and would you look at that!

“Is my nunuche one of those stars?Damn, she’s good!”Napoleon was impressed (and turned on) with the way you were fighting.

He remembered the time you told him that you were taking lessons, but never knew the reason why.

Now that explained a lot.

Another thing that caught his eye was the interactions between the characters and his ‘nunuche’.

Your face was harder to read than normal.It was challenging for him.

You were acting like another person and he was captivated.

By the time you woke up, he had accounts in every social network, which were full of posts filled with admiration.

William Shakespear:

This man knew that you had potential.

He is watching you every dayand all those expressions and theatrical moves are “screaming” talent for him.

Until that fateful day, where he went to the cinema and found a huge poster and your gorgeous figure as the heroine.

Shakespear didn’t want anyone to distract him from watching it, so he bought ALL the tickets for the premiere.

The day comes by and you’re in his arms, while he guides you to the best seats.

Throughout the duration of the movie, his eyes are changing from happy, to sad and everything in between.

“You are amazing, my dearest.Thou are art itself.”He spoke smoothly.

In his mind, he has new ideas for senarios and the protagonist is you!

He is pretty sure that you could enchant everyone with your acting.

Arthur Conan Doyle:

Arthur already knew these was something going on with you and acting.

Your bright eyes, the way your body was ready to move and act in every live performance the both of you went.

Days after your last date, he was alone in your house.He was extremely bored, resulting in finding a gigantic stack of films.

Arthur was glad he was right.He was smirking up until he saw a cover of you kissing another handsome man.

He was extraordinarily envious, but when he played the movie, he was awed by your acting.

“You’re so talented, luv.”

A badass scene came up and he was cheering so badly, the neighbours called to complain.

The time you set your foot in your apartment, he is kissing and hugging you.

Expect a lot of praise.

I really hope you enjoyed it!Request are still open~

NadiaSilver~

𝕆𝕥𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

Hello! From now on, i’ll put my fanfics and art in a masterlist, because i want everything organized, haha! Please, do not repost, only reblog! Thank you for reading~

Ikemen Prince Discord Server invitation! (If the invitation doesn’t work, please pm/dm me and i will send a new one! Thank you! Keep in mind that you have to be at least 16/16+ to join the server, due to the game containing nsfw elements!

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𝕴𝖐𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖓 𝖁𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖊

𝓐𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓾𝓻 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓷 𝓓𝓸𝔂𝓵𝓮~

FanFic:

✾ Vincent, Mozart, Napoleon, Shakespeare and Arthur reacting to amazing actress S/O {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

✾.

𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓽𝓮 𝓓𝓮 𝓢𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓽 𝓖𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓷~

FanFic:

✾ ”The perfect punishment” {x fem. reader} Smut, Fluff

Art:

✾.

𝓘𝓼𝓪𝓪𝓬 𝓝𝓮𝔀𝓽𝓸𝓷~

FanFic:

✾.

Art:

✾ Isaac Drawing/Sketch1

𝓙𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓭’𝓐𝓻𝓬~

FanFic:

✾.

Art:

✾.

𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓸 𝓓𝓪 𝓥𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓲~

FanFic:

✾.

Art:

✾.

𝓝𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓑𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮~

FanFic:

✾ Vincent, Mozart, Napoleon, Shakespeare and Arthur reacting to amazing actress S/O {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

✾.

𝓞𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓾 𝓓𝓪𝔃𝓪𝓲~

FanFic:

✾.

Art:

✾.

𝓢𝓮𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓪𝓷~

FanFic:

✾.

Art:

✾.

𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓸𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓾𝓼 𝓥𝓪𝓷 𝓖𝓸𝓰𝓱~

FanFic:

✾ ”Damn you, hondje” {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

✾.

𝓥𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓥𝓪𝓷 𝓖𝓸𝓰𝓱~

FanFic:

✾ Vincent, Mozart, Napoleon, Shakespeare and Arthur reacting to amazing actress S/O {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

✾.

𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓶 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓮~

FanFic:

✾ Vincent, Mozart, Napoleon, Shakespeare and Arthur reacting to amazing actress S/O {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

✾.

𝓦𝓸𝓵𝓯𝓰𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓐𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓾𝓼 𝓜𝓸𝔃𝓪𝓻𝓽~

FanFic:

✾ ”And why would i be jealous of you?” {x fem. reader} Fluff

✾ Vincent, Mozart, Napoleon, Shakespeare and Arthur reacting to amazing actress S/O {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

✾.

𝓥𝓵𝓪𝓭~

FanFic:

✾.

Art:

✾.

𝓙𝓸𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓷 𝓖𝓮𝓸𝓻𝓰 𝓕𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓽~

FanFic:

✾.

Art:

✾.

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓗𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓸𝓷~

FanFic:

✾.

Art:

✾.

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𝕴𝖐𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖓 𝕽𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓:

𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓬 𝓛𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓷~

FanFic:

❁.

Art:

❁.

𝓓𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓶 “𝓓𝓾𝓶” 𝓣𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓵𝓮~

FanFic:

❁ Dalim Headcanons {x fem reader} Smut, Fluff

❁ Dalim/Dean taking care of sick S/O {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

❁.

𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓣𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓵𝓮~

FanFic:

❁ Dalim/Dean taking care of sick S/O {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

❁.

𝓔𝓭𝓰𝓪𝓻 𝓑𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽~

FanFic:

♥ ”Being lazy and in love is the best about dating” {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

♥  Edgar Bright Drawing/Sketch1

𝓕𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓲𝓻 𝓖𝓸𝓭𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓮𝓭~

FanFic:

♠.

Art:

♠.

𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓻 𝓢𝓲𝓵𝓿𝓮𝓻~

FanFic:

❁.

Art:

❁  Harr Silver Sketch1

𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓱 𝓒𝓵𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮~

FanFic:

♥.

Art:

♥ Jonah Clemence&Pine {not the best}

♥ Jonah Clemence2 {not the best}

♥ Jonah Clemence3 {not the best}

♥ Jonah Clemence clock image

♥ Jonah Clemence5 {not the best}

𝓚𝔂𝓵𝓮 𝓐𝓼𝓱~

FanFic:

♥.

Art:

♥.

𝓛𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓽 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓵𝓮𝔂~

FanFic:

♥.

Art:

♥.

𝓛𝓸𝓴𝓲 𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓪~

FanFic:

❁.

Art:

❁.

𝓛𝓾𝓴𝓪 𝓒𝓵𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮~

FanFic:

♠.

Art:

♠.

𝓜𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓼𝓮 𝓐𝓽𝓵𝓪𝓼~

FanFic:

❁.

Art:

❁.

𝓞𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓚𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽~

FanFic:

❁ ”A start of something new” {x fem. reader} Fluff

❁ ”Mission:Accomplished” {x fem. reader} Fluff, A Bit Angsty

❁ ”To the silly happy-go-lucky girl” {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

❁ Oliver Knight Sketch1

❁ Oliver Knight Sketch2

❁ Oliver Knight Sketch3

𝓡𝓪𝔂 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵~

FanFic:

♠.

Art:

♠.

𝓢𝓮𝓽𝓱 𝓗𝔂𝓭𝓮~

FanFic:

♠.

Art:

♠.

𝓢𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓾𝓼 𝓞𝓼𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓭~

FanFic:

♠.

Art:

♠.

𝓩𝓮𝓻𝓸~

FanFic:

♥.

Art:

♥.

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𝕴𝖐𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖓 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊:

𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓓𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓾𝓻~

FanFic:

♚Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♚Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♚ Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♚ Reactions to a tsundere Mc (Chevalier, Leon, Yves and Clavis) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♚ “Morning kiss” {x reader} fluff

Art:

♚ Happy Birthday Leon sketch

𝓨𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓚𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓼~

FanFic:

♚ Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♚ Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♚ Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♚ Reactions to a tsundere Mc (Chevalier, Leon, Yves and Clavis) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

Art:

♚.

𝓛𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓽 𝓚𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓷~

FanFic:

♚ Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♚ Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♚ Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

Art:

♚.

𝓙𝓲𝓷 𝓖𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓽~

FanFic:

♚ Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♚ Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♚  Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

Art:

♚.

𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓻 𝓜𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓵~

FanFic:

♕ “5 times Clavis helped Chevalier and 1 where he realised that he didn’t have to do anything at all.” Part 1 {x fem. reader} Fluff

♕ ”Waking Up” {x gender neutral reader} Fluff

♕ Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♕ Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♕ “Learning Progress”{x fem reader} Smut, nsfw

♕ “Arranged Meeting”{x fem. Princess reader} Fluff

♕ Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♕ Reactions to a tsundere Mc (Chevalier, Leon, Yves and Clavis) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♕ The Enchantress’s curse (longfic) {x fem. reader} Fluff, later nsfw, angst with happy ending. (Intro and summary), (chapter 1).

♕"Christmas delight"{x g.n. reader} fluff

Art:

♕.

𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓼 𝓛𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱~

FanFic:

♕ ”Just Another Day” {x fem. reader} Fluff

♕ ”Please, forgive me” {x fem. reader} Fluff, Smut, Crack

♕ Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♕ Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♕ Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♕ Reactions to a tsundere Mc (Chevalier, Leon, Yves and Clavis) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♕ “Hallway fun” {x (fem.) reader} smut, nsfw

♕ “Heartfelt feelings” {x fem. reader} fluff

♕ “To break you apart” {x fem. reader} smut, angst, open ending

♕ Clavis Lelouch x g.n. Reader smut

♕ Kinktober Day 2 (Clavis Lelouch) {x fem. reader} smut (2021)

Art:

♕.

𝓝𝓸𝓴𝓽𝓸 𝓚𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓷~

FanFic:

♕ Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♕ Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♕  Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♕ “Icy night” {x (fem.) reader} Smut. nsfw

♕ “Time to ourselves” {x g.n. reader} fluff, soft suggestive tones

Art:

♕.

𝓛𝓾𝓴𝓮 𝓡𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓹𝓱~

FanFic:

♕ Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♕ Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♕  Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

Art:

♕.

𝓢𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓵 𝓝𝓸𝓲𝓻~

FanFic:

♖ Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♖ Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♖ Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

Art:

♖.

𝓡𝓲𝓸 𝓞𝓻𝓽𝓲𝔃~

FanFic:

♞ Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♞ Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♞ Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

Art:

♞.

𝓖𝓲𝓵𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓽 𝓥𝓸𝓷 𝓞𝓫𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓷~

FanFic:

♛ Kinktober Day 1 (Gilbert Von Obsidian) {x g.n. reader} smut (2021)

♛ Sinful Desire (Gilbert Von Obsidian) {× fem. reader} smut (2021)

Art:

♛ Sketch1

♛ Sketch2, nsfw

𝓚𝓮𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓗𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵~

FanFic:

♛ Kinktober Day 4 (Keith Howell) {x fem. reader} smut (2021)

Art:

♛.

𝓢𝓲𝓵𝓿𝓲𝓸 𝓡𝓲𝓬𝓬𝓲~

FanFic:

♛ Kinktober Day 3 (Silvio Ricci) {x fem. reader} smut (2021)

♛A night to drown in you (Silvio Ricci) {× fem. reader} smut (2021)

♛.

Art:

♛.

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First Celebration , 150+ followers! I will be accepting requests with the prompts for a month or so, but the prompts will be up for those interested in them. The normal requests are always open and i’ll finish those i have in my inbox!

For the list, click on the link here! Thank you~

Stickers 💕🦅🌈

Congrats once again Violet!! ❤️❤️ I hope you get lots of requests to your liking and have fun!! Thank you for all your hard work and the amazing fics you give us 🙇🏻‍♀️ Can I please have...Napoleon + laughing while kissing? 🥺💕 Gahh im excited!! Have a great day!!

A/N: Here you are @kissmetwicekissmedeadly 💜

Napoleon x reader

WC: 1174

You blame it on the fact that you still haven’t quite gotten the hang of operating an oven from the nineteenth century. You’ve watched Sebastian use it and Napoleon, of course. They make it seem effortless. And yet somehow….your efforts have resulted in your Hato Sabure, traditional Japanese dove-shaped butter cookies, looking less like doves and more like blackened crows. A frustrated sigh shuffles past your lips as you look over your personal baking disaster. All you wanted was to make Napoleon a treat, to thank him for the time he has spent with you. All the walks through town, where he points out little things around the city most people would not glance twice at, introducing you to his students, the ones who stare at him with starry-eyed admiration, and especially for coming to your aid the other night, when you were out too late in a town that is too dark for a lone woman hurrying home by dim streetlight. A shudder runs through you at the memory of that circle of men with their hungry eyes and yellow smiles. And Napoleon, appearing like an avenging angel out of the shadows, scattering them back into the dirty corners of the city from whence they came.

The kitchen clock chimes, shaking you out of your reverie, sending a jolt through you. Napoleon will be back soon! You barely have time to make a fresh batch. Your lips press together in a stark line of determination. You have to try.

And you really, really have to hurry.

The Hato Sabure are a beautiful gold, edged in crispy brown and still warm from the oven when you knock on the door of Napoleon’s room. Your heart surges forward when it swings open and he is there, his jacket hanging over the wooden chair by his desk, his crisp white shirt unbuttoned at the neck.

“Nunuche,” he says with a smile that reaches the beautiful jade of his eyes, warming them like the waters of the South Pacific. “What’s this?” 

You step inside, holding the plate of cookies, willing yourself to steady your breathing in the hopes that your heart will follow suit and settle down. 

“I wanted to thank you for the other night. Therefore…..cookies.”

His smile grows and your heart is beating so wildly at its beauty that your lungs are starting to follow your heart's lead, ignoring your brain's commands to breathe evenly. 

“Cookies are always welcome,” he says in that voice of his, that deep, sonorous voice that melts you like chocolate powder in warm milk. He takes the plate from your outstretched hands, his fingers lightly brushing yours. Your skin tingles at the point of contact, his touch sending tiny fireworks of excitement cartwheeling through you. He sets the plate on his nightstand and sits down on the edge of his bed, reaching for a cookie and eagerly takes a large, enthusiastic bite. 

You watch his expression carefully, your lower lip caught between your teeth. They may just be cookies but they are also a piece of you, your homeland, your history, as well as a token of your affection for him. 

Your admiration. 

Your yearning.

He blinks those beautiful nebulous eyes, his chewing suddenly slowing.

He stifles a polite cough behind one large hand, swallowing the mouthful down. This time his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“They are….unlike anything I have ever tried before.” He takes another bite but you notice the way he tenses while chewing.

Oh no….he doesn’t like them.

Despair floods you, too warm and too quick. It leaves you dizzy as you step forward, taking a cookie from the plate and quickly taking a bite. You have to know what's wrong……or they bad...or is it you?

And just as quickly as you bit it, you spit it out with a gasp.

It definitely isn't you.

“They….they’re so salty!” You stare down at the cookie, feeling betrayed and then despair gives way to horror. You were in such a rush to make a new batch….and the salt was in an identical crystal bowl as the sugar…..

“Napoleon, don’t eat anymore! I mixed up salt and sugar!”

“Dieu merci”, he mutters, setting down the half-eaten monstrosity and then at the look on your face, his eyes widen. “Nunuche?”

You can’t help it. You've started laughing. “You….were eating that horrible thing. My god. I am so sorry….I…” Your words are being swallowed by your relieved giggles. The cookies were truly awful. It really wasn’t you. 

Your laughter sparks his own and he reaches out, taking your hands in his and pulls you down onto the edge of the bed next to him. The sound is warm and welcoming and when mingled with yours, it's music to your ears. 

“Y-you were going to keep eating that…that…salt lick, weren’t you?” The idea of him choking down those terrible accidents fills you with equal parts amusement, affection and admiration of his kindness. 

He squeezes your hands, nodding even as he laughs, his gaze downcast as he takes in the sight of your hands in his, a perfect fit. When he looks up, you’re still laughing, softly, eyes bright as you meet his gaze. And then like magnets, you’re both leaning in at the same time, unable to resist each other’s pull, hands gripping each other tightly as the laughter trickles away at the press of his lips to yours. 

Your heart explodes with sunlight, warmth spilling forth from its chambers and filling you with a glow that only he can ignite. A small, final, breathless laugh escapes you and you feel the curve of his smile against your mouth before he begins moving his lips in earnest, his kiss blossoming from something small and contained into something bigger, something new and beautiful and utterly delicious.

When he pulls away, your lips parted in silent protest. He inhales, then gifts you a smile that would brighten even the darkest of midnights. He lifts your hands to his lips, placing a kiss on the top of one, then the other. You allow yourself to be so bold as to run a hand over his soft hair like you’ve been aching to do ever since you laid eyes on him.

“I believe," he murmurs, turning his face to where your raised arm is stroking his hair and placing a kiss on the inside of your forearm, “that this may be the key to removing the taste of your well-intentioned but dreadful treat.”

Again laughter bubbles up from within, from this new-found well of happiness that Napoleon has formed in your heart.

“Is that so?” Your voice is soft with tenderness, effervescent with joy, warm with desire.

He nods, reaching out and winding an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. “Oui. I am sure of it.” His gaze is bright. Playful. Sultry. 

He leans in, capturing your mouth again like the conqueror he is. 

Et tu te rends joyeusement.

And you surrender happily.

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Napoleon & Kuromi 😈

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↬☀️ Napoleon notices your sun-burnt face and he's not happy about the fact that you've yet again failed to take care of yourself...

Napoleon Bonaparte x f!Reader • rating: G • tags: Fluff; Banter; Silliness; Sunburns • wordcount: 756 • masterlist

a/n: It's me. I'm the sunkissed Nunuche in question. While bearing the consequences of my nunucheness I'm staying inside and writing this as a memory of the short holiday I'm on... Looks like Napo is the balm for all my pains, sunburns included lol

"I might be falling asleep on the beach but at least I'm doing it under the shade. Unlike a certain Nunuche."

Your facial muscles twist in a grimace, and even that hurts. That's the last thing you want to hear from the man who would've found himself in the same situation as you - if not in a worse one! - have you not chosen to wake him up as soon as the sun changed its position and gradually crawled across his bared chest. Like the reverse Sleeping Beauty he is, Napoleon is used to capturing your lips in a kiss in order to leave the depths of slumber, and afternoon naps are included in his repertoire as well, as of recently. Spoiling him like that is a no-no, you discovered as soon as he took hold of the hand shaking him awake and pushed himself off the beach chair to find your mouth and claim it. In public. Luckily, you managed to escape in the nick of time. Still! He's just as deserving of being scolded for his actions as you are!

"You're very distracted. Did you not put on sunscreen on your face at all?"

"I did!"

"After you went for a swim?"

"...No."

Napoleon lets out a disappointed sigh, not missing a beat as he finishes dismantling the umbrella while making a gesture for you to take off the beach bag that you've just put over your shoulder. You want to murmur something about him showing off with the number of things he is already carrying, but you realize quickly that he must be worried about the state of your reddened shoulders too. Whoops, another missed spot. As usual, he's not vocal about the little things he does in your favor, while choosing to be vocal with his teasings instead.

As your mind trails off about the kiss that never happened, you find another reason to furrow your brows in a frown. The ever-so-perceptive Napoleon notices the sourness painted across your heated face and leans in closer as you two walk down the beach alley.

"Are you alright, Nunuche? Does it hurt that badly?"

"Uh-huh...I must've gotten another sunburn...here."

Napoleon halts his step to examine the area you've put your palm on, but as you remove it for his eyes, he doesn't see any signs of damage done by the mischievous sun of mid-July. As if hit by a sudden realization as to where exactly you were pointing towards, he tips his chin up, returning his gaze on yours.

"Your heart?"

"Yes. It hurts because... you can always get your wake-up kiss when we get behind closed doors but... I won't get my smooch shower...! Because my cheeks are sunburnt!"

Trying to put so much intuition while keeping your voice down is a challenge, and even more so without emphasizing it with a matching facial expression. But you don't want to sound too serious, otherwise he'd just-

"Pfft. Bahahahaha!"

A person or two look your way, no more. It's more than enough. It's plenty. Your face can't possibly get more heated than that, no matter the embarrassment-powered enhancement. You look again at Napoleon, putting on your best mean glare - you didn't want to sound too serious, but now that he laughed at you, you're incited to stand your ground. To your surprise, he's the one looking offended now.

"First you're not giving me my wake-up kiss, now you've deprived me of the pleasure of kissing your face as a whole."

HUH!

"H-How did you turn things around like that?! That's-"

"You're not taking care of my Nunuche and now I can't give her love properly. I'm looking forward to how you're going to make up for this damage."

Not taking care of his Nunuche... he can't get more absurd than that. All thoughts of tending to yourself once you're home crumble because even now you can see through his words - you've learned how to - and the image of his feather-light touch putting lotion on the sensitive skin appears so very clearly in your mind. Taking a cold shower with him even, if he feels the need to. You know how thoughtful he could get.

"I miss those kisses a whole lot already, so I'll make sure to take proper care of your Nunuche, Napoleon!"

"You miss the kisses? Strange... Are you sure? You've gotten plenty of kisses already, by the looks of it. You're thoroughly sunkissed."

"NAPOLEON! ...Hey, don't speed up your step like that! Wait for me!"

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So heart touching and tender...I loved it. And the next part, oh...it was just beautiful amd exactly what I needed, even ifthough I didn't know that. Thank you <3

having an off day

Ophelia by Friedrich Heyser

>ikemen vampire

>mansion residents x reader

>a/n: so sorry for the weird formatting in advance. i hope it makes sense. enjoy! 

>part 2: how your evening and night went

You woke up with the weight of an oppressive dread. A black hole in you seemed to suck the vitality out of you. Usually your spirit was at least alive and willing to get you out of bed, but this morning, it was only dead static in your chest. You could chalk it up to feeling homesick or hopelessness with your predicament, but nonetheless, you were not up to it at all today. 

Still, you willed yourself out of bed, afraid to let Sebastian and the residents down (though you knew they wouldn’t fault you for being off, you still felt the obligation because Le Comte is letting you stay for free, after all.)

On that note, the residents would fs feel a disturbance in the force if you weren’t out in the mansion today. You not being there would set off a chain reaction and have them be grumpy and having off days too. 

While setting up breakfast with Sebastian, you asked for the cleaning tasks for the rest of the day. You loved the residents but unfortunately could muster up no energy to talk to anyone today. Sebastian's obviously the first to catch on, and as the mansion’s biggest gossip, will spread this notion to any and every vampire he encounters. Thankfully, he didn't question it and hesitantly granted you permission. He usually doesn’t give you the heavier tasks like cleaning, but seeing your dour mood, he caught on that you wanted the solitude. 

While passing out breakfast for the morning vampires (Arthur, Vincent, Theo, Dazai, Isaac, Mozart, Comte) you were unusually quiet. Usually, you would bashfully respond to Arthur’s flirty remarks or retaliate to Theo’s teasing, but today you only acknowledged everyone with a slight (and very forced) smile.

Dazai Osamu

I'm of the belief that Dazai has a sadness antenna that catches on to everyone’s emotions as soon as they feel them. So best believe that as soon as you woke up, he could already sense a disturbance in the force. 

So when you very quietly poured tea for him, he placed a gentle hand on your arm and gave you a silent “are you ok?” look. He could tell that you didn’t want to bring attention to yourself, but also didn’t want to leave you like this. 

The deal he made with you when you first arrived came to mind. He proposed that whenever you felt even the slightest inclination of sadness, that you came to him to confide in (because you know he gets it fs). 

You acknowledged it with a solemn nod, wanting to communicate that you remembered the promise but couldn’t do it just yet. Dazai pursed his lips in quiet uncertainty, but allowed you to continue your chores. 

Later in the afternoon, while tending to the gardens outside, Dazai nonchalantly sat by your working figure. He settled for watching you work before piping up, “how fortunate the flowers are to be cared for by you.” You may have jumped a little bit, having been lost in your thoughts. 

Dazai’s gentle smile seemed more genuine this time; not quite the clownish mask he usually wore. “Unfortunately for you, I may be the only one who understands your predicament the most.” He walked next to you, a serene silence in the air.  

You confess as much of your melancholy as you could put into words while Dazai remained contemplative and respectfully quiet. Whether it was your mental wellness being disturbed, thoughts of home, or even just a broad exhaustion, Dazai will listen and understand. Sometime during your tirade, tears seeped out from your eyes unnoticed, except by his golden eyes. He softly cupped your cheek and wiped your tears away; his touch never more than gentle. 

At that moment, Dazai touched your face as if it was a delicate flower petal about to fall to its demise. His heart clenched in both tender affection at your vulnerability around him, and deep anguish that it was you who suffered and he couldn’t take that burden instead. How was it that a beautiful angel like you was tormented at this moment and not him, the sinful monster who was deserving of your burden and more. Still, he kept those demeaning thoughts quiet and yearned that his love could be felt in his gentle touches to your cheek. 

Dazai is the most sensitive to others’ emotions and will be the first to catch on to any of your mood changes. He'd rather die than leave you toiling in your own sadness, so he’ll follow you around until you confide in him. As tragic as it is, it’s his responsibility to make sure no one else, and especially not someone he cares about so deeply like you, feels the same torture he does. 

Arthur Conan Doyle

The writers are perceptive and sensitive to people’s emotions and characters, and usually you love them for that. Today, it made you the slightest bit frustrated. With only a meek “thank you” to Arthur’s compliment of, “your beautiful face is the perfect start to this day, love” he knew something was wrong. 

You poured his coffee quietly, hoping no one would pay attention to you. Arthur placed a soft hand against your back and asked lowly, “are you alright? Did something happen?” you shook your head and gave him an appreciative smile. 

You moved to pour Theo’s drink next, but Arthur’s arm wrapped around your waist. He motioned for you to come closer and so you leaned down.

“I've got to run errands in town today, but I'll find you once I get back. Do you think you can talk to me then?” he whispered. 

“I'm not sure.”

“I hate to leave you like this, love, really. At least promise me you can hold out until later and you can take all your frustration out on me, yes?” you find yourself laughing a little at his suggestion. He smiled in victory and gave your waist a small squeeze before letting you go.

Once Arthur returns from his errands, it’s just nearing lunch. True to his word, he finds you in the mansion (good luck evading his genius mind) and vows to take you out for a meal. You can refuse all you want, but it truly does wound him seeing you the slightest bit upset. Maybe his past influences that, but nonetheless, he wants to make you happy. 

He’ll do everything in his power to make you laugh, and if that doesn’t work, he’ll try and pester you so that you take your anger out on him. 

He treats you like a princess during the date, hooking his arm under yours, pushing your chair in, paying for everything, and if you were up to it, taking you shopping afterwards. 

He’ll try and seek out a case nearby as those tend to cheer you up and serve as a welcome distraction. 

Whether you choose to confide in him or not, he might have already caught on to what made you upset and will subtly offer a word of advice or comfort, depending on whichever you needed. And he’s perceptive enough to catch on to what you need. 

Nevertheless, the author’s darling attempts of alleviating your mood will likely be a success. Arthur is one of the tragic ones who would rather suffer than even endure the thought of his cared ones being upset. And you’re the one who brought new light into his revived life, so admittedly, he enjoys being there for you. If you allow him past your walls, Arthur would do just about everything to prove it was worth doing so. His care may be hidden under layers of deceptive and cliché flirtation, but a little unravelling shows just how tenderly he cares for you. So while his attempts do reflect that playboy life, the warm hand on your back proves there is no one in this new life he treasures more than yourself. 

Theodorus van Gogh

Still feeling Arthur’s and Dazai’s worried looks on your back, you moved on to Theo, who was unfortunately, less perceptive than the two. 

“Took you long enough, hondje. Dogs aren’t known to be so slow.” he huffed, having already placed a generous amount of sugar in his cup. You could barely register the small, “sche uit, Theo,” from Vincent. Still, his comment served to sour your mood even further, a sinking feeling in your heart suddenly blurring your eyes. 

Your spatial awareness being off, you almost overfilled Theo’s cup. This time, he took notice of your shaky and meek manner. He was about to complain, but when you turned to him to apologise, he saw your teary eyes.

“You hurt? What happened? Who hurt you?” Theo immediately asked in concern. You shook your head in alarm. His handsome face scrunched in concern, and he reached out to seize your arm to steady its shaking. He set down the coffee pot and checked if your arm got burnt. 

he gruffly passed the coffee pot to his brother, and when he was faced with questioning looks from the rest of the table he simply said, “you pour your own damn coffee.” He motioned for you to leave, wanting to relieve you of your duties for this morning as a small mercy. 

Theo is unfortunately one of the busier men of the mansion, so he can’t do much until the evening when he returns. So despite the tense morning, there’s no resolution until after supper. what his words can’t deliver though, his actions do. 

Regardless of how many residents have comforted you, you remained silent and thoughtful. Their efforts were greatly appreciated, but your energy was still depleted. 

Theo catches you right after cleaning up with Sebastian. He hid a large box behind his broad back, strangely timid from his usual bold character. He cleared his throat, “hondje, I brought you something home from work. you told me you liked this last time I took you out for a walk.” 

He stepped aside to show you the large and very sweetly decorated cake in the box. you knew how expensive it was, and for a man like Theo, who was quite savvy with money, you felt a tinge of guilt for making him waste money on you. 

“Theo, thank you. I don't know what to say, you really didn’t have to.”

“Hush hondje. A master’s supposed to take care of his puppy. And you’ve been working hard lately—you deserve a little treat.” 

Of course, Theo indulges in the dessert with you, he may have bought it partly for himself too. But when he saw you enjoying something he gave you, it warmed his heart. Perhaps your smile is sweeter than any dessert he’s had before—and he’s got quite a sweet tooth. 

Theo can be brash, and not nearly as emotionally perceptive as the others. So initially, he’ll be his usual gruff and teasing self. But he’s a good man (savannah), and will always serve you, regardless of the master-puppy dynamic he’s got going on. He’s weak to you, and would hand you the world just to get a glimpse of your sweet smile again. He can’t have his pretty girl sad, that makes him a terrible master. 

Vincent van Gogh

You shook your head, insisting that you stay to help Sebastian. Theo disapprovingly shook his head and tried to stop you from doing more work, but you’d already moved to Vincent’s side. 

Vincent already caught on as soon as Theo asked if you were okay. He poured his coffee himself, so you passed him the small bowl of butter and served a plate of sliced fruit to help. Vincent gently stroked your back, “Schatje, we’re just fine here, you can sit down. Have you had breakfast yourself yet?” knowing you never liked to put yourself first. 

“I'm just fine, Vincent. thank you.” you stuttered out. He hummed in concern, “Sebas told me you were doing laundry outside today. I'll come help you, if that’s alright?” you shook your head, touched at his kind offer, but dreadful over having a companion. As sweet as Vincent was, you were afraid of being too brash with him, with how short your patience was today. 

“We don't have to talk or anything, I'm offering because I want to, mc. please?” Vincent’s pleading eyes were too precious, so you gave him a hesitant nod. 

Vincent brightened up, his angelic smile lifting your spirits up slightly. with a warm day like today, he usually painted outside anyway. at least you wouldn’t have to be with him the whole time. 

He gave your arm an appreciative squeeze before you left. you weren’t sure how to thank him exactly. 

True to his word, the moment you stepped foot outside, you were greeted with his “could heal any and every problem in the world” smile. He was extra handsome wearing his simple, white, button-up shirt with his sleeves rolled up. 

You gave him an appreciative nod, a bit flustered with having someone help you with such a simple task. Still, Vincent pleasantly hummed with no complaints, hanging the clothes you washed. 

It’s true that his hands were blessed by god, but his somewhat clumsy work with clipping the clothes on the line was a contrast to his paintings. Still, his determined expression dispelled any frustration you had, with how hardworking and adorable he was. 

With Vincent’s help (and the soft melody of Mozart's distant piano playing), the laundry was hung in sufficient time. other than having tea with Comte, you really didn’t have much left to do this early afternoon. Vincent cutely tilted his head in curiosity at your zoned out face. 

When he giggled, you snapped out of your stupor and glanced questioningly at him. “sorry! you’re just so cute staring into space like that.” Flustered, you faced away from him. 

“Don’t just say things like that Vincent. you’ll give me the wrong idea.”

“I mean it though. you’re adorable even just breathing.” He was doing that thing where he innocently compliments you, but just like his brother, actually wants to see you flustered. 

“Vincent!”

“and now you’re even lovelier when you’re all embarrassed!” Vincent chuckled, finally relenting when your hands fully covered your burning face. 

“Sorry for teasing you. I was just hoping I could make you smile. I know I'm not nearly as funny as Napoleon, or as dependable as Leonardo, but it hurts me to see you in pain, mc.” Vincent gently pried your hands away, holding them in his bigger and warmer ones. He stroked your palms in gentle circles. 

Really, he wanted to just wrap you in an embrace and hoped that you would let out your emotions to him. But he knew you needed time and patience before confiding in him. If you allowed it, he would stay all-day with you, just comforting and listening to any of your vulnerable confessions you chose to indulge him to. 

Eventually, you did relent to receiving a warm hug from him. you couldn’t see his face, but he was overjoyed you felt safe enough with him to do so. 

Angelic Vincent wishes he could take any and every pain you feel and take it all himself. It truly breaks his heart seeing your usually bright spirit so down, so he’ll do everything he can to comfort you. He’s patient and gentle; never crossing any of your boundaries and allowing you to take whatever you need and however long it takes you to find that out. He’ll help you with your work, sing you to sleep, feed you treats (that you hope he didn’t make), and give you as much or as little as you need. He cares about you deeply and only hopes he can be enough to cure at least a little bit of the pain you feel. 

Comte de Saint-Germain

Comte's face was already scrunched in worry from the moment you entered the dining hall. his calm and elegant demeanour belied it, but he was eager to finally talk to you. Once you reached his side, you swore you could almost hear the sigh of relief. 

“I speak for everyone when I say that no one can start their day right without seeing your face, chérie.” Ever the romantic, Comte wants to reassure you that you’re wanted (needed actually), and that he appreciates your being there. 

You’d be hard-pressed not to feel flustered by his words. “You’re exaggerating, Comte, but thank you.” Your usual routine consisted of having tea with Comte in the early afternoon, but you weren’t sure you’d make good company. “about later today comte—“

“I'll have the tea and desserts set up. i’ve found this new patisserie in the city—“

“comte, i’m really sorry—“

“You don’t have to do any work, mc. I want you to take a break.” He was clearly well-intentioned and the break did sound tempting. so with much hesitation, you relented to comte’s demands. 

Perhaps a little part of you dreaded it, knowing how protective Comte was over you. He’ll pry, and if he found out that it was another person’s doing that caused your mood, he’ll cause a riot (gracefully and elegantly, mind you). He was already waiting at the garden’s gazebo, a spread of various sweet pastries and steaming tea set up for you. 

He perked up upon seeing you, pushing your chair in as you sat down. He poured you tea and placed one of each pastry on your plate while you hopelessly tried to stop him. 

“I'm simply ecstatic you could join me today, ma chérie.” he hummed, sipping his tea. 

“It's not anyone’s fault, it’s just me.” You wanted to clear up what you knew he was itching to find out. his shoulders sagged down in relief for a brief moment before settling back into his perfect posture. 

“That's a relief, but I still want to make sure you’re okay, mc. Come, have some tea.” 

You could feel Comte’s golden eyes watching your every move, but otherwise, the tea was excellent and he was certainly generous with all the pastries. 

The real surprise was later in the night, after dinner, when comte asked you to meet him in his office. He was on the balcony, gazing out to the Parisian landscape (he would have been smoking then, but he tries not to). 

“You called for me, comte?” 

“Ah yes. mc.” The way he said your name was admittedly a bit seductive when accompanied by his golden eyes. he had this excited air about him, unknown if it was for innocent or more sinful reasons. He motioned towards a concerningly large box on his table. you opened it, and to your surprise (not really let’s bfr), there was a beautiful silk dress in your favourite colour. 

Comte moved close from behind you, and with a quiet “may i?” he delicately  put a necklace on your neck, the light brush of his fingers dizzying. 

He trailed his hands down to your shoulders and squeezed them, before descending to your arms. “ma chérie, i want to make you feel better. how can i do that for you?” he rubbed your arms up and down before wrapping around your body altogether. 

In this position, you could cry in peace, ramble in frustration, or be silent and enjoy his embrace without fear of judgement. He couldn’t see your expression, to save any embarrassment on your end, but he’s still there. 

Comte will definitely be protective and try and figure out if it was anyone made you upset. He would commit a murder to whoever did, but if there wasn’t anyone, he’d focus on making you feel better. His love language is gifts, quite obviously, but I also like to believe that he’s an acts of service guy who’d want to make things at least a little easier for you, like giving you a break. He'd want to reward you with gifts, expensive, but the kind that he knows you like. and if that doesn’t show you he cares about you, he’ll stay long enough to help you recover; in a way, he feels proudly possessive, knowing you could show your vulnerability to only him. 

Napoleon Bonaparte

As one of the late risers, you were tasked with waking him up in the morning. you did your usual routine of ripping the blankets off him and blocking his kiss with your hand. this time though, you left the former emperor be, once you caught sight of his half-opened eyes. 

He took a minute to catch on to your disappearance (forgive him, he’s half-awake) but as soon as it registered in his sleepy brain, he zoomed out of his room to catch your retreating figure. 

You knew he was one of the persistent men of the mansion, unable to leave you alone even when you weren’t upset. so this time around, he was hellbent on following you until you’d answer his inquiries. 

“Nunuche? what’s gotten into you?” he would quickly catch up to you and grip your arm until you show him your teary face. And only then would he relent and hold your hand instead.

You could confide in him and tell him about all your problems, because after all, he was the man who saved you and vowed to protect you all this time. However, even if you didn’t at that moment, nothing would stop Napoleon from making you feel better. 

He would briefly venture into town to absolve him of any of his guard duties so he could remain at your side the entire day. Perhaps a bit of an overreaction on his part, but owing his new life to you, he wanted to prioritise you above all else. 

Unlike a certain lazy Italian, this Italian will politely request that you be relieved of your tasks, and though you insisted on at least completing the laundry with Vincent and having tea with Comte, you relented to his demands. 

His usual routine was to take you to the stables and run as far as you can on his horse. It was often what helped him dispel the ghosts from his past; the coolness of the afternoon wind was a soothing balm to your face that was drenched with hot tears. He would childishly ignite a race between the two of you through the vast woods surrounding Comte’s mansion, if only to ease your heavy mind with a far less laborious task. 

He’d lead you to a small meadow on the outskirts of the fields, far from prying eyes and ears. There you can let any emotion out: whether that was a yell of frustration, a scream of rage, or harsh sobs, Napoleon will do it first, if it removes any embarrassment on your end. 

Whether you choose to confide in him or not, (which you likely would, considering how unyieldingly supportive and protective Napoleon had been for you thus far) Napoleon will willingly listen to anything you say. You could wax cheesy poetry, ponder about the origins of the universe, or just recall mundane moments in the mansion, but Napoleon will respond in kind to any silly statement you make. 

Napoleon of all people wouldn’t be opposed to having a nap on the soft, dewy grass, under the blanket of the warm setting sun. Once it gets cold though, he’d take you back to the mansion. 

If you still felt overwhelmed, he would bring you up to the attic that overlooked the Paris skyline. 

Napoleon, as he hopes that you consider him one of your closest companions, would do everything in his power to ease your pain. He’d begin by alleviating your work for the day, and whether that entailed him undertaking those chores or simply helping you with them, he’d do anything. Then, he might try what works best for him when he has his off days, usually in regard to the past, but allow you to dictate what he can or can’t do. Really, he hopes that whatever he does dispels those clouds of anguish and replaces it with some good old Napoleon humour. As the evening closes in, he’d take you to the attic. With only the stars and the moon as your witness, Napoleon would do everything in his power to bring you comfort. 

sorry that i wasn't able to write for everyone in this post, but I'll feature the rest (Leonardo, Isaac, Mozart, Jean, and a few bonus characters) on the next post. i just wanted to get some content out now.

if you made it this far, thank you so much for spending your time on my writing. lmk if you enjoyed it (or didn't, but pls be nice abt it I'm sensitive). have a great day, my dear <3

is it me or everyone that game crashes?? no matter how much i changed my internet connection, it didn't work on it