#Ikevil drabble

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

Mean Kiss

Characters: Jude Jazza x reader/mc

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff (if you squint)

Rating: pg13 (?)

Length: ~400 words

Warnings: mentions of violence (not active), mentions of blood/injury, jude being jude, established relationship (and bickering), brief name-calling from both sides (re: bickering) + the usual ikevil crimes (as per queen's orders)

💜 Full credit goes to @natimiles for the images! 💜

After returning to our side of palace, Jude rambles on about how I could've gotten killed, about how I'd carelessly been kidnapped, and all the dangers I'd put myself in this past mission. You'd think we were married, the way he's scolding me.

As he comes closer, all up in my face, cigarette pressed between the corner of his lips, I grin smugly, further irritating him.

"The hell ya makin' that face for, princess?" Jude sneers.

"You talk too much," I retort.

"Oughta have yer ass pay me back for all 'a this. Tch, so annoying," he groans, running a hand through his hair as he takes another drag, exhaling as he tries to calm himself down.

"Hey Jude?" I start.

"What?" He asks, an edge to his voice as he comes closer again, amethyst eyes inspecting my body for any further damage. "Speak up, I can't hear you," he teases, done with his ogling.

"Would you just shut the fuck up-"

"Listen here you little-"

"-and kiss me already?"

"Hah?" Jude's eyes widen, cigarette dangling from his lips. His eyes then narrow, looking at me smugly. "Always knew you were a little harlot."

"Only for you, Jude." I grin, legs dangling off the corner of the infirmary table, hands slowly letting go of their grip on it. "Now are you gonna kiss me or not?"

"Why should I?" Jude retorts, but still moves in closer anyway.

"You gonna make me actually have to pay you or something? So stingy."

"Princess," he warns.

"Jude."

"Masochist."

"Sadist."

Jude laughs, leaning in with an expression so minutely different, you'd have to squint to see the way it softens when he looks at me. But I can tell, I can always tell.

"Damn right I am. An' don't you forget it."

He pulls me close into a brusing kiss at last, tasting like the cigarette that had just been on his lips, and the dried blood still on mine. Just as bitter as our cursed love will always be, even amid the sweeter moments. But I wouldn't have it any other way, even when the time comes when we're inevitably dragged to hell together.

[judesmoonbeauty]

Should Be

Teeny Jude drabble. Enjoy ♡︎ WC: 192 ┃Cuddling ┃Fluff┃Jude POV CW: None Pairing: Jude Jazza x Reader Pronouns: You Dividers: @/natimiles

In the early hours of the morning, Jude trudges through the door of his chambers covered in blood and smelling of coppery sweat. He stands at the foot of the bed for a moment and watches you sleep as your chest slowly rises and falls, and a sense of relief floods him because you’re exactly where you should be.

After bathing he cautiously sinks down into the bed next to you trying to avoid your waking up. Still, a corner of him deep inside secretly wishes you would wake up, so you’d greet with him with a blissful kiss. Pushing that vain wish aside he curls up next to you. Nimbly kissing the back of your neck, he buries himself as closely as he can to your warmth like a kitten wanting to be cuddled.

Wrapping his arms slowly around your waist, he pulls you even closer to him, inhaling your comforting scent, quietly drifting off as he listens to your breathing. Exactly where I should be. Shrouded in your peace, Jude is lulled to sleep as he feeds on hazy glimpses of the cute and frustrated expression he plans to tease out of you tomorrow.

[sunshine-and-her-ikevil-stuff]

18+, MDNI

Imagining playfully flirting with Ring, not really meaning anything by it, but it means the world to him. And you keep giving him more.

Thinking he's cute, loving his reactions when he gets flustered, so you keep telling him how handsome he is. Touching his shoulder and gently holding his hand. Each time his face turns red and he does his best to look unaffected. Honestly being more interested in one of the Crown, but not minding having some fun with Ring.

Little do you know that every single romantic gesture means so much more to him than you could possible imagine. His heart beats out of his chest and he thinks it must be real love. That he must be in love, and that you must be too. Why else would you look into his eyes so sincerely, and look so happy when you saw him, and rest your hand on his chest?

It's on a whim when you kiss him. Cupping his cheek with your hand so softly and how he immediately turns pink and his eyes light up. How could you not press your lips against his? And steal his first kiss. Something happens in his brain. And you're suddenly the one.

It's all fun and games until one day your teasing escalates far too quickly. But it's perfectly fine. You were alright with a one-night stand with him. But something in him snaps when you sink yourself onto him and take his ultimate first. And you finally notice this time.

He's thrusting fast into you. Panting in your ear. Going at a feral pace. Possesively wrapping his arms around you. For the first time, he's not shy and you aren't in control. It's all you can do to hold him as tight as you can, the one thing grounding you, as you whine his name over and over and your eyes widen from the intensity. He kisses your ear, whispering how he knew you were the one. How he's so lucky to have you and is never going to let you go. How he can't wait to marry you.

Probably accidentally inspired by this post

[sh0jun]

Lol

[natimiles]

Hiii Nati!! Could I request Ellis / fingertips please? i love him and i love you and i love your writing thank you so much <3

Hiii, Vic, hiii! ASASHOEASRASKBAS THANK YOOUUU! 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

Here, have your Ellis’ tatas fluffy :3

Ellis + Fingertips

Words: 388

Tags: established relationship; picnic date; Ellis being Ellis; no pronouns for reader.

Using one hand to hold yours and the other to carry a basket with food, Ellis guides you through the woods near the castle, searching for a good spot to have a picnic. After a few minutes, you finally find a suitable spot, and you place the blanket on the ground and sit down.

Ellis sits beside you and doesn’t waste any time taking everything out of the basket, a huge smile on his face, and you can’t help but giggle at his boyish ways. He happily spreads jam on a baguette and hands it to you, and you both start eating, talking about random topics and making new plans for future dates.

He soon finds himself distracted by watching you. The way the sun hits you, the soft wind blowing your hair, the sweet scent of the flowers enveloping both of you... it’s all so good, and it makes him so happy.

You don’t notice his tender smile or how his eyes seem to have hearts in them from how lovingly he stares at you. You’re focused on wanting to return his previous kind gesture by spreading his favorite jam on a piece of baguette. You turn around with a bright smile to give it to him, only then noticing how intently he was staring at you. He reaches out, noticing your fingers covered in jam, and grabs your hand, bringing it to his lips to lick your fingers clean.

“Ellis!” you exclaim, blinking in surprise.

“You had jam on your fingers,” he says simply, a playful smile on his lips. You laugh with him for a moment, and then his face turns serious. His twilight eyes shift to your fingers as he plays with them, his voice a tone lower. “Hey... how happy are you right now?”

“I am very happy,” you answer, already knowing where your boyfriend wants to go with this. “But I could be happier.”

“Mmm, I see,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your fingertip as he places a soft kiss there. “I’ll have to keep trying to make you happy then. Even if it takes the rest of our lives.”

“I can’t wait for it.”

You share a knowing, soft smile. You squeeze his hand in reassurance, and he kisses the rest of your fingertips, a silent vow of his promise.

Taglist: @judejazza @chandeliermichel @leia-skywalker-organa @olivermorningstar @queengiuliettafirstlady

Beneath The Milky Twilight ♥ Event Masterlist

[eternallyfrustratedwriter]

I feel like Viktor is what would happen if Sariel and Rio merged into one person.

[valkyyriia]

Banners and dividers made by @natimiles.

Preferential Mischief

Words: 407 CW: None | SFW Pairing: Harrison Gray/Reader (unnamed, female pronouns)

Not posted on any other sites.

Harrison looked up from his book to see his partner eyeing him with an intensity that both concerned and intrigued him.

“What’s with that look on your face?” Harrison asked, amused. After slipping a bookmark between the pages of his novel, Harrison set the book down and moved in front of her.

“Oh, nothing!” She replied, smiling sweetly up at him. 

“Yeah, I don’t buy it,” Harry replied with a gentle flick to her forehead. “I don’t even need my curse to be able to tell that you're lying.” 

She pouted. “Can’t you just let me have this one?”

“If you want to sneak something by me, you’re just going to have to improve your poker face, sweetheart.” Harrison’s smirk was positively debonair.

“That’s not fair.”

“You’re just a bad liar. It’s one of my favorite things about you.” 

Her pout somehow became even more adorable. Her cheeks flushed a deep pink and she looked away.

“Hey now,” Harrison chided, and reached for her chin to gently, but firmly, turn her head back towards him. “I’m being serious. Your honesty is one of your most attractive features.” 

The Fairytale Keeper’s blush grew even darker. “Harry,” she whined. “You can’t just say things like that.” 

“And why not?” Harrison asked with mock innocence. “I thought you liked it when I told you the truth.”  Her eyes darted around, avoiding eye contact. She would have turned her face away entirely if it weren’t for Harry’s fingers securely holding her chin.

“I do, but…” 

“But?” Harry’s eyes sparkled with affectionate mischief. 

“But it’s embarrassing when you compliment me so freely.” 

“That’s what makes it so fun,” Harrison replied with his usual teasing smirk. “When I tease you, your cheeks turn this adorable shade of pink. They almost resemble my second favorite thing in this world: strawberry milk.” He punctuated his sentence with a sweet kiss to her very pink cheek.

“How do I know you aren't just messing with me?” She asked, petulance lacing her voice.

“You're just going to have to trust me, aren't you?” Harrison said, releasing her chin and pressing another kiss to her forehead. She sighed half-heartedly.

Suddenly, her eyes shot back up to Harry’s, the pout traded in favor of a perplexed frown.

“Wait, hold on. Second favorite?”

“Second favorite,” he confirmed and pulled her into his arms. He rested his chin on top of her head. “My favorite thing in the world is you.”

Taglist: @natimiles

[otomeorangejuice]

Hello Hello, so this is my first time putting anything like a fanfic on the internet, but I had a lil hurt/comfort Elbert and Alfons thought that I had to share. (These two are my Roman empire istg) This can be read as ship if you want but it can also be platonic. I myself feel that their relationship is very queer platonic coded so that's what I sort of aimed for. Anyhoo please enjoy.

Alfons has been told the words "I love you" so many times. A drunk confession at a bar, ramblings on the way home in the early hours of the morning, babbled mindlessly in the heat of the moment during a hookup, cried after blessing a poor soul with an illusion. He didn't keep count because they didn't matter. They didn't actually love him, they just loved what he provided. Alfons' heart was never swayed. Apart from once.

It had happened years ago, when he was just verging on the cusp of adulthood. That day he'd had the rare occurrence of fighting with Elbert. His lord had been a tad too clingy, striking a fear through Alfons. Elbert was getting too close to him too comfortable, too trusting and that was positively terrifying. He planned to die by himself, alone so that no one would wander around with a hole in their memory with no clue why they were grieving. But Elbert was crossing that line. So Alfons had foolishly fled in fear. Out for a night debauchery to forget about it. Leaving Elbert alone at the whims of his staff in that prison of a mansion.

Alfons hated himself as he walked through the door. How could he leave Elbert like that, maybe his lord would trust him less if at all but he still felt heavy with guilt. He made his way to that cold blue bedroom, opening the door as gently as he could. Elbert should be asleep by now. He hoped he prayed. Only as he stepped in the room his own ashen eyes met two wide blue ones. Elbert was frozen in fear lying on his back, his pupils seemingly a whirlpool of deep blue sorrow, his knuckles as white as a ghost as they clutched his bedsheets. Alfons felt like shit.

"It's me Elbie." He called out softly. At the sound of his voice Elbert seemed to untense. And then it began. Thick tears pooled in his eyes quickly dropping onto his long lashes.

"Al!" It came out as a pathetic sob, Alfons' heart nearly breaking with guilt. Slowly he approached the bed.

"It's me I'm here." He crouched at the side of the bed, not wanting to loom over Elbert or invade his space. But close enough that Elbert could see him. Could smell the stench of alcohol and a mix of perfume and cologne that clung to Alfons' clothes.

It was Elbert who reached for Alfons. The greed that was ever present in the back his brain repeating that he needed him, over and over. He pulled him forward, grasping at his shirt but it wasn't enough as his attendant hesitated to move. But still it wasn't full on rejection like earlier. At reminding himself of the earlier fight Elbert pulled Alfons into the bed with him. Alfons let himself be dragged into Elbert's crushing embrace. Was he trying to crush his ribs as revenge?

"You came back." He gasped into Alfons's neck. Alfons slowly returned the embrace, moving his fingers over Elbert's back in comforting circles.

"I always do." He paused before letting out a sigh.

"I'm sorry, I should have never left you here." Elbert let out a sad sob somehow clinging tighter.

"It's okay, as long as you come back." He'd always come back. Where else would he go. He'd never admit it but as long as Elbert allowed it Alfons' home was by his lord's side.

"I'm sorry." He whispered again, his own tears wetting Elbert's soft locks. "I'm so so sorry." They stayed clung to each other for what felt like hours until finally Alfons pulled back bringing his hand up to Elbert's face. Thankfully, while stained with tear marks was his features were soft again, a small sad smile on his face. He leaned into Alfons's touch, a move foreign to both of them. As he clumsily nuzzled at Alfons' gloved hands, thats when that god awful phrase was whispered.

"I love you."

Elbert mumbled it quietly before finally slipping into a peaceful slumber. But poor Alfons froze again. Realisation hit him like a cold bucket of water that soaked him to the core. As he stared at Elbert's sleeping face he knew he was in too deep. Because in his heart he knew he returned the sentiment. In that moment Alfons had one thought. Elbert had to die before him. For both their sakes.

I hope you enjoyed, feel free to discuss any headcanons and such in the notes, there's so much potential with these two imo.

[rawr-mortgage]

someone on ao3 posted short drabbles for Wanksgiving2024 (didn't know that was a thing btw lmao) for Victor/William and Elbert/Alfons anonymously. whoever you are, dm me, i need to follow you asap, i need to give YOU head—jk but no seriously.

[the-travelling-witch]

HOLLY IM ALWAYS HERE!! I’m not always sure what to say but I can assure u!! I lobe Ur Little rants and blurbs about how ur OBESSED with ur SHOTO fic or Childe

How have u been! What have u been up to :0

i know haha you were not part of who i meant when i said “most people” :]

i can assure you, if you encourage me to post every last thought that gets into my brain on here, you will be hearing about more than just my current drafts or my absolute love, adoration and devotion to childe (who has taken over my mind, at this point he needs to become real or i shall never enjoy a sane life again jsjsh)

as for what i’m doing, i’m trying to get my life together, i got the grade for my thesis back this week so that’s one worry less i guess (there are still enough left, i can say that much)

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

Harrison Gray - Afterglow

• suggestive content (mdni!)

• drabble (wip for a harry smut i'm working on)

• harry × gn reader (in this part) + told in 2nd pov (?)

• mainly just about post-coital intimacy and sleepiness, but i felt like getting a lil poetic w/ it.. lol

> dividers from this post

Harrison’s breath gradually starts to slow as he begins his descent from the height of his climax, body still buzzing with pleasurable sensations. His heart thuds loudly against his chest, pressing light, soft kisses across the expanse your neck and shoulders, teeth grazing your skin as he nuzzles his face against it.

Leaning into Harrison’s ministrations as best you can, you aim to press a soft kiss to wherever you can reach, boneless from exhaustion. Was that his jaw? His cheek? Doesn't matter, you're too tired to think, blissed out and likely not walking for the next week.. or two. Hazy eyes look over at him, smile curling your lips higher as you meet his minty gaze, the butterflies in your chest taking flight.

A chuckle escapes Harry's kiss-swollen lips, his breath warm against your face as he eyes your form, and the number he's done on you this time. So much for just a quickie.. you both should've known better; once you get started, you won't stop until you're ready to pass out.

"You’re the best kind of ruined right now," Harrison purrs, his voice low and husky as he looks down at you, a satisfied smirk on his face as he eyes your sated form. His own body feels warm and languid, content as he lays by you, riding out your highs. Your own response is a slightly less loose grip of his hand, an unintelligible murmur neither of you will remember come morning anyway.

As you enjoy his quiet touches across your skin, you feel yourself dozing off, fighting the losing battle against sleep-heavy eyelids. Breath evening out slowly, it rhythmically hits Harrison's neck in gentle puffs. Harrison looks over at your body, looking like a marionette whose strungs have just been cut, sprawled across his chest in the beginnings of sleep.

Harry's lips curve up into a fond smile as he watches you asleep atop him, his arms wrapping around your limp body to cradle you against him lovingly. He presses a light kiss against your forehead, trying not to wake you (not that much could in this state); his fingers brushing softly against your skin, tracing invisible shapes against your back. The gentle kindness he usually showers you with unparalleled in the honesty that shows in his fondness when he thinks you aren't looking. For a brief moment, Harry thinks to himself that maybe the fox in this fairytale might be happy until its awaiting bitter end.. so long as he's got you by his side until then.

[judesmoonbeauty]

Erupt

A tiny drabble featuring Jude's carrying you "style" based on his recent 95k bonus story from the recent IkeVil S-Rank SE. WC: 413 ┃Carrying you ┃Tension┃Fluff CW: None Pairing: Jude Jazza x Reader Pronouns: You Dividers: @/natimiles

In the coolness of a misty evening, Jude and Ellis marched their way back towards the carriage from a mission, only the sounds of their heels could be heard against the pavement, which prompted Jude’s ears to prick up at the lack of a third set of steps that should’ve been next to them. Turning around he saw you slowly walking in the distance almost at a snail’s pace. Exhaling his cigarette’s final smoke, he made his way to you, and after a few strides his icy amethyst eyes met yours with roll in annoyance, but you ignore it and attempt to gloss over the pain you’re enduring.

That night the mission had been at a banquet, and just by looking at your feet, he surmised that you must’ve injured yourself while trying to keep up with them as they chased down the culprit. Without a word he turns his back towards you and kneels on the ground waiting in silence.

“Whadda ya waitin’ for? Get on, idiot.”

“Me?” You point at yourself in disbelief at what you’d just heard.

“Are ya daft? Just who else am I speakin’ too ya half-wit.”

“Uh, well….if you’re sure.”

You carefully climb onto his back feeling suffocated by the awkwardness of your body clinging so closely to his. Sensing his hands slide around your legs to grasp you, you bury your head into his shoulder out of sheer embarrassment. The air felt heavy and tense as other feelings unexpectedly bore sparks inside your core. Swallowing hard in hopes it would extinguish the flickering heat, you let out a shaky breath that tickles Jude’s ear.

“Oy, don’t breathe on me!”

“Sorry.”

Jude’s ear tingled at the heat of your breath, painting it a pinkish hue. He too was already feeling an uncomfortable tension as the heat that from your lower half pressed itself into his back, so he cleared his throat in an attempt to rid himself of unnecessary thoughts, and warned you not to squirm unless you wanted him to drop you on the pavement.

Holding onto him tighter in fear of him making good on his promise you nod, “Understood.”

Both of you remained silent as he carried you piggy-back to the carriage. Had it not been for the cool mistiness of the evening, the heat of both of your suppressed desires may have erupted, but that left you wondering, would it be so bad if they did erupt?

[sunshine-and-her-ikevil-stuff]

[sh0jun]

I love this married couple so so much ❤

[sunshineneedsaplacetokeephernsfw]

Oops, all Ikemen Villains this Kinktober

I have no idea if I'm going to be able to write all of these in time, but let's see! I don't have a planned length for each fic/drabble. They'll be as long as I feel like making them.

Including what I'm calling Curse Week! A whole week plus one day where I utilize each one of their cursed abilities in smut.

Links will be added as they come out

Crown pattern for divider made by @.natimiles

Day 1 - Sex toy - Alfons

Day 2 - Cunnilingus - Elbert

Day 3 - Fingering - Roger

Day 4 - Body worship - Liam

Day 5 - Edging - Alfons

Day 6 - Shibari - Elbert

Day 7 - Morning sex - Victor

Day 8 - Humiliation - Jude

Day 9 - Boot humping - Elbert

Day 10 - Hybristophilia - Ellis

Day 11 - Threesome - Alfons & Liam

Day 12 - Dacryphilia - Roger

Curse week begins!

Day 13 - The Queen of Hearts's curse (mind control)

Day 14 - The Lying Fox's curse (lie detection)

Day 15 - The Cheshire Cat's curse (invisibility)

Day 16- The Evil Queen's curse (relive worst memory)

Day 17 - The Magic Mirror's curse (illusions)

Day 18 - The Hunter's curse (enhanced hearing)

Day 19 - The Thirteenth Fairy's curse (sleep inducement)

Day 20 - The Briar Bushes' curse (bondage)

Curse week ends

Day 21 - Dry humping - Victor

Day 22 - Deepthroating - Ring

Day 23 - Public stimulation - Nica

Day 24 - Overstimulation - Darius

Day 25 - Cockwarming - Victor

Day 26 - Against the wall - Ring

Day 27 - Aphrodisiac - Alfons

Day 28 - Predator/prey - Ellis

Day 29 - Biting - Liam (vampire au)

Day 30 - Interrogation play - Jude & Ellis

Day 31 - Free space (Halloween special) Part 1

My Ikevil sideblog is @sunshine-and-her-ikevil-stuff if anyone's curious

[xxsycamore]

2024 WRITING SUMMARY!

Thank you for your love and support! I had an amazing writing year once again, and it wouldn't have been the same without you! ❤

First of all, here's the year in banners collage! Check last year's one here. I really like looking at all of them put together! 🥺

Total Word Count: 106,847

total works: 111

of which drabbles/headcanons: 80 (72%) of which requested: 77 (69%) of which nsft: 31 (28%) of which featuring Napoleon: 19 (17%) of which ikevamp: 30 (27%) of which ikepri: 27 (24%) of which ikevil: 18 (16%)

total characters written: 62

of which first-time: 13

new fandoms: 0

challenges hosted: 3

extra (nsft under the cut):

places where characters had sex: bed, bed, bed, beach chair, bathtub, floor, kitchen of an abandoned base of a criminal group, beach, car, icecream booth, porn set, toilet stall, bedroom chair, bed, opera house, bed, bed, bed, laboratory, bed, bed, secluded corner at a party, garden, balcony, secluded corner at a party, throne, in the air, hedge maze, floor, secluded corner at a party, bathtub, balcony, desk

And finally...

One sentence (or more) from each work (sans ficlets/headcanons) of 2024! (be warned: some of those are from NSFW fics!)

I decided to leave out the titles, but don’t hesitate to ask if any caught your attention and you want to check out the whole thing! <3

Still pouting because he's unfairly knightly as if he wasn't being a big tease just a second ago, you sink deeper into the soft embrace of the duvet, losing the inner fight too soon and letting yourself be pampered.

Scien makes a small sound of approval, a quiet purr almost, the barely visible bulge of his tongue moving from one side of his mouth to the other all but telling of how he savors the piece of chocolate.

"What are you sounding so scared for?? Are you planning to turn down my proposal? Napoleon? Napoleon???"

"I'm joking, sorry. The others said I should joke more often... something about being able to keep a straight face."

"Pancakes again? I'm starting to get tired of this. You got something else for me, Sebastian?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm your little bunny in heat. I'm beginning you to finally, finally take me."

"In case what? In case you take it a little too far in role-playing? In case you go down on me and the words mon empereur leave your lips?"

"Maybe I just ate something funny at lunch? You know how it is with Sebas and his fusion cuisine, always trying to live up to everyone's taste, haha…"

It's another beautiful day of your life in 19th century Paris, in the neat little mansion up the hill that you call home, just you and your lover and your 8 housemates who are reincarnated vampires and your sugar daddy landlord whose wealth you all live off of.

"I think you're okay, Nunuche. You can be dressed in more skimpy things around me, you know? Or you can discard them altogether if that's more comfortable for you. It's not like I haven't- Ouch!"

Your plea falls on deaf ears for the duration of the task, but the Jin Grandet you know won't just ignore an undressing request like that.

Your new tactic is silence, and it never works on him, but you're prone to making the same mistakes again and again and he likes that about you.

A show like that is best watched with a glass in hand, as much as he hates sounding like a certain information broker with a penchant for hedonism. 

At least it's not doves taking flight or anything else alive, but that doesn't make the contents of his inner pockets less bewildering as he takes the items out on the counter one by one.

After spending a good time admiring the tan line left by a thin strap and how it sealed their memory, seriously rivaling his awfully temporary in comparison lovemarks, he is no longer holding a grudge against non-nudity.

He places his hands on the steering wheel to get a better feeling of it, marine blue eyes sparkling with the wonder of a child receiving a shiny new toy on Christmas morning.

The sounds of the crowd outside are a backdrop to Ellis' soft whispers, a sharp contrast between the intimacy and the reminder of where you are. 

The last thought lingering in your mind before you orgasm is that there simply can't be any co-star of his that has ever had to fake this.

Your gaze moves from Liam's pretty lips curling in a small laughter as he conversates with Harrison, to Harrison stretching out while he listens; to Elbert's tall frame as he looks out the window next to them, to Alfons staring at him, putting one leg over the other as he stirs the steamy liquid in his cup.

Without your favorite attic slash club room, you have to make do with your…what, super comfy bed covered with many pillows and the plushies he bought you? Seems like a bargain.

No, you should be thankful for having been given this chance at all - to Elbert for agreeing, and mostly to Alfons, who put the wicked plan together.

It's like diving into the unknown; both for you and for him, almost in a manner that is special to you, to have another first together, to share the feeling of this discovery. 

"I swear, this has nothing to do with you, Harry. I too like to drink strawberry milk sometimes, okay? It's as simple as that! I wanted to drink some so I got myself some. It was my strawberry milk. It wasn't strawberry milk I left for you because I'm too shy to tell you I got you a gift! Jeez!"

The weapon entrusted to you - now that you recognize the pillow as such - has to act as a shield first, as you barely react fast enough to block an upcoming attack from your eccentric boyfriend.

A sense of belonging overcomes you, strongly, as if you can make Napoleon melt into your chest if you hold him like that just a little longer.

It's even more obscene when Roger smooths down your dress, letting it conceal the sight, before giving your ass a little pat.

Yet there it is, standing in your peripheral vision; the wooden cradle he presented you with tonight, just a couple of days after you first mentioned the peculiar piece of furniture.

"Their feet will be… about thiiis small," you lift your hand in the air just enough for Luke to see the measurement you draw using your thumb and index finger.

But knowing Victor and his penchant for dramatizing things, it's no wonder why you're readily brushing it off as nothing now, as you make your way into the dimly-lit ballroom.

More than for his country, it's dulcet et decorum to live for MC - in the same way that more than the bunch of rowdy residents downstairs', it's important to ensure MC's good time. So here he is.