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xxsycamore · 1 year

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𝒪𝒰𝑅 𝐿𝐼𝒯𝒯𝐿𝐸 𝐹𝒜𝑀𝐼𝐿𝒴 - 𝐃𝐚𝐝!𝐍𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 [𝐬𝐟𝐰 + 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰]

If you thought you've seen Napoleon at his most caring and affectionate, you have to wait until you make him a father...

Not that the events prior didn't bring out that side of him to light - no, in your life as a married couple spend in the neat little house not far from the mansion, you've seen a lot of that. But his dedication to being the model papa is simply fascinating you.

"Papa, tell me that story again! The one where you defeated an army of bunnies!"

You've just returned home after working overtime now that your maternity leave was over, and it seemed like it was bedtime for the kids. The request made by your four-year-old echoed through the house and you decided to tiptoe to the room where your husband was putting her to bed.

Picking up the scattered toys along the way, you felt the weariness of a long day spent at work slowly dissipate the more you indulged yourself in a little harmless eavesdrop. You knew that crossing the threshold now meant putting your husband's efforts to waste - no doubt your little girl would have her eyes wide open as soon as she sees you back home.

The sweetness of the scene aside, you raised a brow at the mentioned story of defeating a bunny army. In the years of knowing Napoleon, you've heard of an experience somewhat along those lines - but not quite like that.

"Alright Lucianna, but you're sleeping after this one. See how quickly your brother fell asleep?"

Couching down next to the door with your back rested against the wall, you had no clue about the wide smile you were sporting at the moment. The image in your head was clear as day, Napoleon tends to keep your son in an improvised baby wrap - just a trick pulled out from your 21st century head - as you discovered it's the most efficient for the toddler to sleep soundly, even if he's growing too big for it already.

"Because he's baby and I'm not a baby!"

Napoleon swiftly deescalates the fit of stubbornness with a theatrical opening to the story, and Lucianna's interest is piqued, so is yours. You listen to your husband retelling the story of being attacked by a horde of rabbits - decorated with some fairy-tale-like exaggerations, and most importantly, with a changed ending. Only you know of the humiliating defeat Napoleon suffered in the summer of 1807, not by the hand of a long-sworn enemy, but by the furry little feet of hundreds of rabbits originally released for hunting. But this is papa Napoleon's bedtime story, and he must be the hero...

"And afterwards, we welcomed the bunnies in our kingdom and we all lived happily ever after as friends. The end. Goodnight, mon petit lapin. "

The small smooching sound was barely heard under the giggles of the little girl, now content and hopefully ready to enter the land of dreams. You hardly held in your laughter, doing your best not get found out.

But your ever-so-perceptive husband will undoubtedly find out for himself as soon as he catches a sight of your expression, so you promise yourself not to tease him too much about it for the rest of the night...

You know for a fact that Napoleon has a lot of other grandiose adventure stories where this one came from - but being a professional at putting the children to bed without a fuss is just one of the many skills he possesses.

You should've guessed he's good with kids - how many siblings did he have, again?! Being the second child out of 8 has surely secured some experience of taking care of little ones behind his back.

But even without that piece of information, you've witnessed his skill in action countless times while at the école to see for yourself. Secretly, it was then that you first thought of Napoleon as a dad.

Watching him teach them how to fight and protect themselves was one thing, but it was the way he taught them to treat the other as an equal, to be able to say the word 'sorry', to hold out a hand first; the way he would carefully listen to what is bothering them and work out a solution, the way he would praise them and ruffle their hair...

Yes, you then concluded, Napoleon certainly IS dad material.

In the course of the following years of growing your family together, you were only able to confirm that.

For starters, the image of his sleeping face is slowly erased from your mind - and this is the infamous Monsieur of the Naps we're talking about! - as Napoleon gets in bed after you and wakes up before. Suppressing some of his bad habits for the sake of his family is not beyond him.

When it comes to naming the children, Napoleon wants you to have the last word no matter what. You pick a name in his mother language which holds the meaning of light for your firstborn - Lucianna. Napoleon's love for ancient roman culture and names shows when picking a name for your son later on, and you enthusiastically agree with naming him Junius, "born in June", which also has a very youthful ring to it. The shortened "Luci" and "Juni" are quickly adapted by everyone in the household.

Being a demi-vampire himself, Napoleon was prepared for the chance of his offspring inheriting his non-human nature, even if minimal. Both his kids turn out to be human, even if it's not impossible for the sighs to come later on. Both you and Napoleon are prepared to do your best in teaching your kids all they need to know about their dad and the mansion's residents, once they're old enough to understand.

Napoleon loves reading biographies, but you've noticed that he'd swapped those from the shelf with various child-rearing books, likely borrowed from the mansion's rich library.

He loves the fact that he has more stomachs to feed now, a chance to put his cooking skills to work. His little helpers often make the kitchen a mess, but he can't stay mad at them for long.

Sometimes he plays restaurant with them, letting them order whatever their crafty little minds come to - even if it's something like pasta with jam and a side of chocolate - which can turn into a good learning experience that some food combos won't work together just because they're your favorite things mashed together. They also discover new (and actually good!) family recipes that way, some of which might run in the Bonaparte family for centuries to come!

Napoleon is not exactly too full of himself about his cooking abilities, but his pride is always a little hurt by not being able to live up to his son's rather picky tendencies.

He's very good at multitasking, and often thinks of ways to include the kids in the chores around the house so that they can have fun and be under his supervision while he's doing what he has to do.

It's good for burning off their seemingly limitless energy, too. When helping papa with the laundry turns into a chase between the lines and little Junius trips and falls face-first into the mud and starts crying, Napoleon is quick to turn the laundry washing tub into a makeshift kiddie bathtub under the sun's rays. Peace is restored in due seconds, and somehow the white sheets don't end up with small muddy handprints on them either.

Attending Luci's tea parties is a must, even if he sympathizes with Junius for being dragged into them, along with four teddy bears, two stuffed bunnies and one stuffed lion. He usually ends up with mama's make up products on his face (he'll need to buy new ones before she notices) or with an interesting hairstyle.

That's on the occasions where his daughter doesn't bring a wooden sword in the picture and the theme of their playtime gets a sudden unexpected turn.

"Papa, when are you going to teach me hold to fight with a foil like you?"

Papa Napoleon sighs and curses his own blood for running into Luci's veins vigorously like that. It has been just this morning when he had to say no to her as she wanted to ride on his horse by herself.

"When you grow bigger, mon bébé. Though, will that ever happen the way you refuse to drink your milk, hmm?"

Ah, it seems that maman's genes are present too, in the way she pouts and frowns to no end when teased. He needs to be more careful with his girls but it's beyond him.

It's a little farfetched from riding an actual horse, but neither Luci nor Juni refuse a good piggy ride, and it's sooo fortunate that Napoleon's back is not aging.

He foresees a lot of headaches in the future, as protective as he tends to be... He doesn't even want to imagine how it's gonna be when his beautiful daughter grows up to be a beautiful young woman.

Napoleon is lucky to have you as his wife, as you know best how to pull him out of his worrisome thoughts.

In the early days of being a new parent, Napoleon used to be more uptight than you. He'd lie about not feeling tired, leading to you finding emptied rouge vials when he fell asleep without disposing of them.

Once you successfully persuade Napoleon into opening up to you, you learn of some old wounds, with yellow-burned corners from the passage of time.

You come to understand that this, too, is his second chance at making it right, and the pressure he put upon himself is colossal.

A much-needed slap on his cheeks and a promise later, you're ready to face a new page with Napoleon - one that belongs to both of you. You'll have to make sure that Napoleon understands that last part well.

After some time passes and with enough encouragements of doing a fantastic job, he gradually gets more relaxed about it. Sometimes seemingly too relaxed...

"And I say," He shoots you a lax, brazen gaze over the glass of wine he's currently filling for you. "It would be stupid to have twelve babysitters at our service and not to take advantage once in a while."

"They're NOT our babysitters! Gods, some of them even need babysitters themselves—"

With the kids dropped at the mansion and Napoleon's proficient ways of spoiling his wife to a dinner for two put in action, you can hardly argue for too long. His dates never lost their creativity, and you feel his affection for you running as deep as ever - his attraction, all the same. Sometimes it can be just the two of you and you discover you both need those moments.

Speaking about the twelve babysitters.

Okay, maybe Napoleon has a point and taking advantage of them IS okay sometimes - but for other reasons. Those men are some of the most intelligent ones that history has ever known! They also happen to love the little ones to no end.

Piano lessons, painting, languages, violin, science, you name it - the loving uncles are ready to give out free lessons.

And Sebastian has a big soft spot for them - those are Monsieur Napoleon's children, after all! (oh, and yours too, his dear ex-coworker) - but that doesn't come in his way of being the strict parent figure that you and Napoleon sometimes fail to be. It gives you flashbacks and you want to cover the little ones' foreheads with your hands and protect them from the incoming forehead flicks, but you know that a scolding is necessary sometimes.

Every action has an equal and opposite reaction, as Uncle Isaac would teach soon, and for Sebastian's rightful strictness, Comte's generous spoiling comes to oppose. You're now having flashbacks of being taken on shopping trips across Paris' most chic boutiques in your early days in the mansion - only, now it's Luci being taken on shopping trips across Paris' best toy shops.

You end up having to help her name her dolls because she ran out of names, and you're running out of names too. And you're yet to see how Juni's end of the toy shopping trip went!

Junius loves being at the mansion because of his love for animals. Jupiter, Napoleon's pet eagle, is protective of him and his older sister, and can often be spotted soaring in the skies above when they're playing out in the garden. But Juni loves the more social pets that belong to his uncles, such as Arthur's Vic and Theo's King, and is quickly learning how to play with them in a safe and respective way.

Plus, being around their owners means more ears to listen to his toddler-typical babbling, as he makes fervent attempts to converse with his uncles, picking up new words every day.

Yes, Uncle Leonardo does make them hand-made toys. What's more, he grins like they got a barely hidden rivalry with Comte going on, when the kids end up liking his toys more than the expensive ones Comte buys them.

You and Napoleon frequently have to interfere and put an end to it before it gets too embarrassing - you can provide for the kids well enough on your own, after all! - but not without an exchanged look accompanied by a sigh and a chuckle. You should've expected shenanigans to occur when introducing two kids to a mansion full of, erm, eccentric adults.

With all the chaos that's been happening in your married life, you and Napoleon are hardly able to catch your breath and remember that besides parents, you're lovers too. But in the moments that you can indulge in refreshing your memory...

[ NSFT AHEAD. warnings for: fluffy smut; brief mentions of pregnancy/pregnancy scars; massages; body worship; cunnilingus; quickies; handjobs; morning sex ]

You can count on Napoleon to make the world around you slow down when everything's been so, so busy.

Oh, he's getting better with the massages... you can simply leave yourself fully in his capable hands and let the blissful moment take over your senses.

For Napoleon, this is just an opportunity to admire your body - besides, you're too relaxed to attempt making him close his mouth when he begins spilling praise in quiet whispers.

You're not sure if he caught you lingering a little longer in front of the mirror after the pregnancies, or he simply read your thoughts like he tends to do. He shoo-es all your insecurities away with little effort, making you feel absolutely worshiped: loved; admired; beautiful.

Though, he prefers showing you via actions.

With his hands touching all over your naked form, his lips are quick to follow. He commits to naming every part of you that he finds stunning, but soon words are forgotten in favor of putting his mouth to better use between your thighs.

When he goes too soft on you, you're quick to remind him how you love him most. As long as you can take it, Napoleon is quick to give you that devilish grin and take you to poundtown. You're not sure what to blame it on, but you've growing more honest of your desires in the bedroom, feeling more bonded with Napoleon than ever.

Quickies are starting to grow on both of you, and not just for the sake of practicality.

Between doing this and that, being swept off your feet and thrown on the bed after a mere lust-loaded gaze you threw Napoleon is... unexpectedly, utterly, awfully hot. When his hand claws at your backside to move the damned material of your underwear aside, it's like electricity shooting through you.

He's always that perfect mix of primal and calculated, pounding at you harsh and fast, but promising to take you nice and slow once he gets the time to.

You love your Monsieur de Wahaha and his sleeping habits, but you can't help but indulge in his altered sleeping schedule. Sometimes you're both up before the sun rises and before the world needs you up on your feet. It would be nice to catch some more shut-eye... but, sometimes, it's nicer reminding Napoleon how much you love the mornings with him.

Before he can exit the warm covers to get started with breakfast, you pull him in, locking your arms and legs around his frame. His chuckles disappear only when he finds out about your not-so-innocent intentions. You keep clinging to him in a rare moment of being the big spoon, and your hand wanders downwards until you grasp his morning wood.

You might get called a Nunuche for it, but spoiling him with a handjob first thing in the morning feels like a good start of the day to you too. What's so wrong about feeling happy and warm inside from giving pleasure to your partner? You learned this from him, after all.

Okay, maybe the "warm inside" feeling has something to do with getting work up by how much of a hot sight he was while in the receiving end of things. If he catches up on that, you're up for a couple of additional minutes spend in bed...

All in all, the changes in your life as a couple not only didn't let the spark die, but gave fuel to the intimacy between you in new and exciting ways.

💌 BONUS 💌

One of the blissful moments shared with your husband sees you relaxing in the bathtub, using his broad chest as a personal cushion for your heaving head.

"... But as a whole, I do say myself that I'm managing alright with two."

You hum lazily, barely able to follow on what he's saying with the warm embrace of the water and the one of the man behind you working hard to turn off your thoughts. Napoleon rests his strong arms on each side of the bathtub, and behind the thin slits of your half-lidded eyes, you admire the shape of his muscles highlighted by the hot steam. Ah, yes, you've asked him if the anxiety of being a dad has finally started to lessen...

You definitely have a praise or two for him to hold up to that positive report, but before you could say anything, a sudden thought cuts through the lethargic bliss until your mind clears out. With a smile on your lips, you try to keep the excitement out of your tone.

"So, you think that three would be too much to handle?"

"Three? Psh, I got the hang of it. We're doing fine, aren't we, Nunuche?"

He receives no answer. His own eyelids are starting to feel heavy, he sees why you're replying to him with delay.

Then something clicks.

"Nunuche? Are you saying that...?"

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💌 A PIECE OF HEAVEN ON EARTH - NAPOLEON X COTTAGECORE HEADCANONS [ SFW + NSFW ]

💌 MAKING A HOME - HOUSEHUSBAND NAPOLEON HEADCANONS [SFW + NSFW]

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mcofthemansion · 5 months

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Just a thing about our men! Always liked the song "Beautiful in White" but never really made a thing about it before and just wanted to edit our men in a lil' thingy with the song! Sorry that some images got grainy ;-; I never do this kind of stuff and I couldn't find the images I wanted of each guy...so apologies about some of them...

Hope you'll all enjoy!!! Huggies!!! Have a lovely day today!!! Here is your lovely wedding bouquet 💐 now go marry your man or men plural! XD

Tagging @yanderepuck @xxsycamore / @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @scummy-writes @oigimi @venulus @maries-gallery @violettduchess @lokis-laugh @spoopy-fish-writes anyone in the ikevamp community really!

Love you!!! Hugs!!!

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kissmetwicekissmedeadly · 2 years

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Dreaming with you . . .

* inspired by a joe bowler painting

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp napoleon #ikemen vampire napoleon #ikevamp napoleon bonaparte #ikemen vampire napoleon bonaparte #ikevamp fanart #ikemen vampire fanart

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pieground · 1 year

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All I can say is that I have zero complaints. Take me now, Sir.

Its about time you do.

#rope me up #cybird #ikemenseries #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp napoleon bonaparte #ikemen napoleon

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nuttytani · 2 years

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Free games that the ikevamp characters would play on their phone in the 21st century

a/n- no I am not reliving my childhood games through them nor am I being biased to certain characters laughs nervously

Theo secretly loves playing pancake tower on his phone. The excitement that he feels when he is able to break his highest current record is something else.

Jean enjoys playing once upon a tower. All you need to do is hit some goblins and stay away from a dragon, stress free game, wouldn't you agree?

Of course, Piano Tiles is most loved by our dear Mozart. Yes, he started playing it just to make fun of it but is now ironically... playing it like his music career depends on it. Later on he discovered project sekai, which he has to say, is close to becoming his most favourite game overall.

Do you remember Fruit Ninja? Yeah that game, guess who loves playing it? Our poster boy, Napoleon. Slicing these bad ass fruits with swords that have different effects is just chef kiss for him

Arthur LOVES LOVES LOVES playing dangerous fellows. No I am not taking any criticism on this, he just loves it, okay? Oh his close second is Mystic Messenger. The weird chat timing doesn't bother him because he barely sleeps on time, and it's always a nice break in the middle of 3 am.

Candy crush is Comte's favourite. No one knows why. He just enjoys it.

Vincent doesn't like playing much, but when he's in the mood, he adores my little terrarium, it's super relaxing for him.

Dots and Co., is Leonardo's jam. He installed the app on a whim but ended up getting addicted to it. Plays it whenever he's not sleeping or is free.

Dazai is also not really a fan of playing games, but tap tap fish is close to his heart. No stress, just cute little aquatic animals.

Does anyone remember unholyc? It was quite the hype like some time ago, Shakespeare got curious and installed it to see what it was about. He doesn't regret getting it

Sometimes, the mansion residents and shakespeare have game nights. They all play among us while voice chatting through discord.

(hit the image limit, so....no line break RIP)

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blue-inks · 1 year

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The Twelve Eleven Residents of the Mansion

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chevlvrs · 11 days

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cloudcountry · 5 months

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SUMMARY: a handful of insecurities the ikemen guys would adore.

WARNINGS: none!! :D

COMMENTS: happy holidays everyone!! i hope this makes at least one person feel loved by their fav <3 just know that this isnt a decisive list and that no matter your insecurity your favorite suitor would adore you to bits.

you might think that they're silly for adoring your stomach so much, worshiping any extra fat or polished muscle you possess. they revel in your softness, burying their face into your midsection whenever they get the chance, kissing the skin there when they wake up and resting a hand over your belly button when you two go to sleep. if you’re ticklish there, watch out, because they take great joy in poking and prodding you just to hear you giggle.

arthur, dazai, will, charles, luke, silvio, edgar, kyle, seth, loki, masamune, mitsunari, motonari.

they don't understand what’s so embarrassing about your body hair. to them, it adds a sort of human softness to your legs as they run their hands down your calves, feeling the slight prickle of where each strand begins and ends. they think it’s beautiful, smiling so softly as they cup your knee, rubbing their thumbs across your skin. they do the same to your arms, cherishing every inch of your body, just to remind you that even if you don’t like your body hair, they do because it's you.

leonardo, vincent, faust, clavis, zero, sirius, fenrir, mitsuhide, shingen.

your nose is often where their kisses land, sprinkling the bridge of it with their love and affection. they caress your face so tenderly as they bump their nose against yours, and you can feel the smile on their lips when they lean in to kiss you again. no matter what shape or what size, they will never stop thinking that your nose suits you just perfectly.

isaac, jean, leon, yves, sariel, keith, jonah, luka, dean, oliver, hideyoshi, keiji.

they think your acne and your scars are beautiful, even if you hate the way they look on your body. they insist it could never take away from your beauty, that you will always and forever be radiant, even with the red marks and the dull, faded scars. they’ll help you take care of them so you aren’t hurt, but they will never let you believe that you’re ugly. that word should not be associated with you, not when you have constellations speckled across your face and scars that are on their precious love and their precious love alone.

napoleon, sebastian, licht, nokto, alter keith, ray, dalim, mousse, yukimura, kanetsugu, kicho.

...and along with acne, they know you could never look prettier, especially not without your cellulite or stretch marks or anything in between. they trace the folds and warps in your skin with reverence because you are their love, their light, and their darling, and for as long as they live they want nothing more than to be able to hold you. because you are a human being who is worthy of love, if not for your humanity then because of your humanity.

mozart, theo, comte, vlad, jin, chevalier, rio, gilbert, lancelot, harr, blanc, nobunaga, ieyasu, ranmaru, kenshin, sasuke, yoshimoto, kennyo.

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ikevamp-twitter · 6 months

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#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp twitter #incorrect tweets #incorrect ikevamp tweets #incorrect ikemen quotes #ikevamp napoleon #ikemen vampire napoleon #napoleon bonaparte

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violettduchess · 2 years

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Night in the Mansion- Vamp Headcanons🌙

A/N: This is not a request. Just an idea I had in the middle of the night 🌝 Sometimes you have to write for yourself.

Fluff

The Grandfather clock at the end of the halls chimes three times, its heavy bronze pendulum gleaming in the moonlight that streams in from the tall, arched windows. Deep within the warmth of your blanket, you stir, heavy eyelids lifting with effort as you wake…

Leonardo:

….with his strong arms around you, his long body curled around yours from behind. One leg also lazily thrown over yours, but you don’t mind the weight. It feels good. You feel warm and safe and protected. He smells faintly of cigarillo smoke and paper and he's snoring. Not loudly, just a lightly voiced breathing sound that brings a small smile to your lips. Who ever would have thought you’d find that endearing? Love makes the smallest things special. You snuggle down within the cradle of his arms and close your eyes again, allowing sleep to reclaim you.

Mozart:

…and blink as you allow your eyes to adjust to the dim, silvery lighting of Mozart’s bedroom. He is not in bed. Rubbing your eyes, you slide out from under the warm covers and into the pale lavender velvet dressing gown he gave you for your birthday. Matching slippers protect your feet from the night’s chill as you light your chamberstick and make your way out of the bedroom, through the rich, shadowy halls until you reach the music room. He is there, at the piano, pencil in hand as he leans across the keys, scratching notes onto paper at a speed which boggles the mind. It is only when you say his name that the pencil stops and his violet gaze turns to you. It takes a moment before the fog of creation lifts and he recognizes you there. Now the yawn he has been stifling escapes. You walk over, sitting down onto the piano bench next to him, your hand coming to rest against the small of his back. Just a few more minutes he promises. You nod and he graces you with that soft smile that is only yours. A gentle kiss to your temple, a caress of your cheek and then he belongs to the music once again.

Theo:

…to feel a heavy arm thrown across your bare back, a leg draped over yours, casually possessive. You smile to yourself as you shift, memories of how the night began dancing provocatively through your mind. As you move, he stirs as well, rolling onto his side. His beautiful summer eyes never open, but his arms reach for you, pulling you against him, skin on skin. He mumbles something, asking in a voice rough with sleep if you’re ok. Your arms are tucked against his bare chest, your head using his arm as a pillow. If he would open his eyes, he’d see the sleepy, soft light of affection and love in your gaze. You tilt your head up and press a kiss to his chin, whispering that you’re fine and to go back to sleep. He huffs out a grunt in answer, but pulls you even closer with his one free arm.

Napoleon:

…and yawn, still half in dreamland. Napoleon’s room is blanketed in shadow and his luxurious covers are heavy and warm. You move your leg, finding a cool spot under the blanket and adjust your pillow. You reach out with your hand in the dark, sliding it across the sheets until you find his. His hand is upturned, lax with sleep. You slide your hand into his and reflexively, he responds, lacing his fingers through yours. If you don’t fall asleep in his arms, you fall asleep holding hands. Always. Connected once again to the man you love, you drift off back to sleep.

Comte:

….your head pillowed on Comte’s shoulder, your arm resting across his lean abdomen. You fit against him, smooth and precise as the stones in Ashlar masonry. You lift your arm, rubbing your eyes as you slowly come out of dreaming. He breathes in deeply and then his eyes, burnished gold in the pale light, open. He glances down at you and you feel a stab of guilt at waking him. As if reading your mind, he smooths back your hair and asks if you’re alright. His voice is the gentle breeze that stirs the sleeping leaves, soft and reassuring. You nod, lifting your upper body away from him for a moment, stealing a kiss in the middle of the night. No one has ever welcomed a thief more than Le Comte. He smiles as you settle back down against him, adjusting you until you are both comfortable. You fall back asleep to the rhythm of his hand stroking your hair.

Arthur:

…to find Arthur, eyes open, staring at the ceiling. Sleepily you push yourself up, shaking the last wisps of sleep out of your mind. In the pale moonlight, he looks almost like a statue, his pale skin white as marble, the lines of muscles and sinew echoing Michelangelo's David. You ask him why he’s awake, if everything is ok. He quickly reassures you that he is fine. And then, looking almost sheepish, goes on to explain that he woke an hour or so ago with an idea for a story. He’s been composing it in his mind ever since. Affection and admiration bloom in equal measure within the chambers of your heart. The mind of a writer when inspiration strikes is always a wonder to you. Leaning over, you place a kiss on his cheek, the other hand cupping the side of his face. Would he like to get up, make some notes? He catches your hand, turns to place a sweet kiss in your palm. And then a lingering kiss to your wrist. And then heated kisses down your forearm. And then you’re being pressed back down into the pillows, kisses suddenly raining down so quickly you can’t keep track. What about the story, you ask as the storm of kisses and caresses pours over you. That luv, can wait until morning.

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