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#5

Fictober 2022: The Red Shawl

Prompt #6: "Adaptable, I like that." Fandom: Ikemen Revolution Rating: Teen Pairing: Jonah Clemence x Preg!Reader Summary: You have a new dress to wear to the Clemence family ball. There's just one small problem with it. Warnings: Pregnancy, fluff

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The dress that you had wanted to wear to the Clemence family ball that night, while beautiful with its light pink silks and printed roses throughout the skirt and bodice, it had one small flaw that had escaped both yours and Jonah's notice in the original fitting.

When completely buttoned up in the back, the fabric stretched around your abdomen in such a way that it made it much more obvious that the Queen of Hearts and his future wife simply couldn't wait until after their upcoming wedding to start their own family.

Granted, the change currently was minimal, just barely showing if you turned to the side, it was still noticeable enough that you didn't want to risk exposing your little secret just yet to your future in-laws, the relationship already tenuous at best without scandalous rumors.

Unfortunately, there was no time to buy a new dress that was less secret-revealing or to have this one altered so that your baby belly was less noticeable, so you were in a predicament. The thought did cross your mind to find one of your older dresses and wear one of them. However, they were also much tighter than you had remembered when you tried them on, the risk of exposing yourself much greater than with this pink silk gown.

With a sigh, you started unbuttoning the dress, noticing how it became looser around your abdomen, disguising the truth in the loosened folds while still looking proper and elegant.

Then, you noticed the red shawl that Jonah had given you as a present ages ago sitting on the back of a chair. Even from afar, it matched well with the red printed roses and the pink silk of your dress.

Flushing lightly at the sudden idea, you wrapped the shawl around your shoulders, making sure that your back was covered, and looked at yourself in the mirror, discovering that your belly was no longer largely evident, even with turning to the side and squinting. What would everyone think, if you were to go to a party with your dress only partially buttoned? What would Jonah think? You chuckled at the thought of potentially deceiving all of them.

"[Name]?" You heard a knock on the door. "I'm coming in."

Jonah walked inside, his boots clicking on the floor, looking quite handsome in his new white and pink suit. He smiled when he looked at you.

"I knew that dress would suit you," he said, coming to take a closer look. "It fits you like a dream."

He ran his hands over your sleeves and the red shawl, looking over you carefully.

"And you found that shawl I gave you last year. It's quite adaptable with all your outfits. I like that."

He circled you, looking over your little ensemble.

"No pinching or tightness anywhere?"

"Well… no, but…" You said trailing off, making him look up.

"What's wrong?" He asked, frowning, looking over you, "the shoulders? The length? Do you not like the pattern?"

"N-no, it's just.." you moved the shawl, exposing the unbuttoned buttons.

Jonah flushed pink and huffed.

"That's indecent, [Name]! Leaving your back exposed like that! But, it's an easy enough fix. Did you have trouble reaching these buttons?"

Jonah made quick work of fixing the dress before you could protest, his hands deft and quick. When he looked at you again, the silks were taut around your belly once more. Even the red shawl couldn't disguise it like before. You couldn't help but laugh when his eyes widened in realization.

"It.. doesn't leave much to the imagination, when it's fully buttoned."

"No, no it doesn't." He knelt down and placed his hands around your belly, shielding it from the world, a pout on his lips. "I thought it was perfect for you."

"Well, we didn't count on starting our family so soon either, or that they would grow so much so quickly." You placed your hands over Jonah's, letting your warmth seep into him.

"If only I could tell them," Jonah sighed. "A new member of the Clemence family right under their noses. But, I won't ruin your reputation like that."

"I'd be more worried about ruining yours, Jonah." You smiled. "They already don't like me as it is."

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22 notes - Posted October 7, 2022

#4

Starting The Day [221B-Arthur]

Rating: Teen/Just on the edge of Mature Pairing: Arthur Conan Doyle x Reader Summary: Arthur starts his day with you. Warnings: Suggestive language and actions. It's Arthur, and as we all know: Arthur=just a slight notch above PG-13 Notes: Various times when ao3commentofday posts about different names for varying lengths of fic (drabble, ficlet, etc), on the list, there was a format used by the Sherlock fandom called 221B where you write a piece that's exactly 221 words, the last word starting with the letter B (in reference to Holmes's address, 221B Baker Street). While I have not participated in any Sherlock series fandom, adaptation, or whatever of that respective collective fandom, I thought it would be fun to try the writing format on Ikevamp's Mr. Doyle himself. Because I think it'd be funny and fun

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"Luv, I might just kiss you."

"You say that every time you see me." 

"And have I ever not delivered on that promise?" Arthur stood up after you set his breakfast tray down, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your nose. “I never seem to be able to start my day without seeing your lovely face.”

“I’m sure the coffee helps out more though.” You reach for his wrinkled shirt, little blue dots sprinkling the cuffs. A sure sign of his late-night escapades, now that he was dating you.

“Oh? This certainly wakes a man more than your delicious coffee.” He smirked, reaching for your collar, his fingers gingerly brushing your jaw, the ink long dried enough to not mark your face.

“Laundry day, Arthur,” you reminded him with a small smack on his wrist, pointedly ignoring his little pout. “it’s going to take forever to get that ink out.”

Arthur sighed. “Pity. Sebas has you on the short rope today, does he?”

You smiled.

"I have the advantage of knowing your habits, my dear Arthur. I let you have your way, and nothing would ever get done.” 

His frown deepened in spite of your fingers making quick work of his remaining buttons, the cotton fabric sliding off his arms. 

He starts, however, feeling your brazen hand on his belt.

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30 notes - Posted January 28, 2022

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Wow, rude.

Don't post art here often, but this was making me laugh, so I wanted to show it here too.

Originally inspired by this: https://twitter.com/farevalee9s/status/1483562806641266688

and a (mostly) textless version:

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100 notes - Posted January 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Ikevamp Suitors Help You Get Dressed

So! A while ago, I reblogged this gif set from a Russian TV mini series about Anna Karenina, depicting I'm assuming the leading lady and (likely, I don't know the exact details) her lover, Alexei Vronsky, helping her to get dressed. It's a detail not often depicted in media, a husband or lover helping their loved one get dressed, and that gif set, even though I know nothing about the show or about Anna Karenina, just thought it was incredibly sexy of seeing this kind of intimacy shown. It stuck in my head for a bit until I finally decided to apply the idea to the suitors. 

And I did try to stay in the realm of a gender-neutral reader (as clothing does not have a gender, masculine-leaning or non-binary friends can wear corsets and skirts too if they want), but there are likely things that slip past my radar and I'm sorry if I didn't catch them before posting.

Also, a mention of a minor spoiler for Sebastian's entry where I mention he has a sister. She's mentioned in his bday stories, but not in a great amount of detail (as of yet, according to spoilers I've seen. She'll be mentioned more when his route comes out) so there's that.

And many thanks to @scummy-writes, @tsundere-mitsuhide, @art-of-love-and-war, and @/rotted_gourd on twitter for beta-ing for me, esp with such short notice. And I know that @lorei-writes wanted to be notified when this went live, so, here ya go!

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Napoleon

If you manage to wake him at a decent time (preferably before noon), Napoleon will gladly help you lace into your corset, for a small fee of a good morning kiss. It doesn't take him long to pull on your strings and he can get them sitting right in minutes. He finishes off the tying with a little bow and a second morning kiss because he thinks you look cuter that way, especially the freshly kissed part.

Mozart

Mozart prefers to be quick and efficient most days, so when he helps you dress, he's likely the fastest of the suitors. Though there are times he pulls you a little tighter than he usually does, you're sure to hear your little gasp as the garment is pulled taut. He will loosen it and apologize with a small kiss if you complain though. When he ties you off, he prefers the knot (multiple ones at that) not only for their swift nature, but it's also harder to undo, so some hooligan pulling on your skirts will have a harder time undressing you and sabotaging your dignity.

Leonardo

As many an event can attest, Leonardo prefers to help you 'out' of the corset rather than into it, but he takes pleasure in lacing his cara up most mornings. With a cigarillo between his lips, he goes down your back pulling and settling the laces so they lay flat, giving you the most beautiful figure in the process, you'd think you had stepped out of a painting. He ties you off with a little bow.

Arthur

Another that muchly prefers helping you out of your corset rather than into it, Arthur still finds his pleasures with helping you lace up in the morning. He can never resist running his hands down your sides, the silk gliding across his fingers, a kiss and a whispered tease into your shoulder, maybe an ear nibble if he's feeling especially frisky. He ties you a loose bow, a promise for the two of you later on in the day to continue what that whispered tease suggested.

Vincent

Vincent is excited when you asked him for help lacing up your corset. He sits on his stool partially dressed in only his brown slacks, more eager to help you dress than to fully dress himself. He pulls on the laces gently but firmly, making sure every line of ribbon was resting comfortably on you. He finishes you off with a simple knot, tucking the extra ribbon length in the gap next to your hip, giving your shoulder a light peck and a small compliment about how beautiful you look.

Theo

Another that prefers efficiency in the morning because Mr. Art Dealer Extraordinaire has things to do in the morning, wake up, Hondje! He's likely up before you, pulling your sleepy self out of bed. Before he fully dresses himself, he's pulling up your stockings, slipping your feet into shoes, and wrapping a silky corset around your middle. He'll chuckle quietly and poke your side if you dare to yawn as he's pulling, messing up his rhythm. All in good fun though as he thinks your sleepy face is adorable, especially after he kisses your pout away.

Isaac

Usually one that's good with his hands, you would think that Isaac would be a pro at lacing your ribbons down your back. But, dear reader, let's also not forget how easily flustered he can get, the pink on his cheeks as vibrant as his hair as he stares at your various curves and grooves, or when he feels the warmth of your skin beneath the silky layers. Still, he tries his best to hold everything together, taking his time to make sure the laces lay flat and even, tying you off with a knot. Nice bows are a little complex for him at present, but he'll keep trying until you can get the best bow you deserve.

Jean

Jean is honored when you asked for help lacing up your corset, thinking it something akin to a squire putting armor on their knight. Though he is a little concerned his love has to go out in armor and wasn't taking a weapon with them (sword might be too heavy, perhaps a good sized dagger could fit under their skirts? A weighted baton, perhaps? He could show them some self-defense tactics at the very least) he still tries his best to be your best squire, lacing up as best he can, tying you off with a knot (or multiple ones for the same reason as Mozart, for your protection.)

Dazai

"Oh, Toshiko-san? Do you need some help?" Dazai sees your trouble one morning, laces uneven and you can't reach to tighten them better. Well, he couldn't leave you alone in such a state, certainly not, so he offers his services with your corset. You thank him and the two of you make light conversation, like where you were going so dressed up, what your plans were for the day. It was a far more pleasant start to the day rather than being tangled in seemingly endless ribbons. The only downside was your mini heart-attack when he sat on your window sill when he left, falling backwards and gracefully grabbing and climbing to his next destination.

Shakespeare

He's had his fair share of helping others change clothes, so his experience in theatre is vital in helping his love dress in the morning. His hair loosely tied up, he helps pull up your socks and slip on your shoes in quick time. With your corset, he manages just as easily as his costumed actors, though with slight more difficulty as there are more layers and different materials to contend with here. At least at home, he can take his time lacing up his favorite star performer rather than dealing with a rushed presentation and abject misery of time robbed to satisfy an imaginary standard neither of you wanted to abide by. For his own ease, however, he ties the corset lace off with a bow, so later on his time would be better spent with you quickly being able to undress rather than fussing with being perfect for others. 

Comte

Given his penchant to buy you entire wardrobes full of the clothes, it's not really surprising he would sneak in some back-lacing corsets, because his chérie deserves the full turn of the century dressing experience, if they so desire to, of course. When you ask him to help you put one on, he's delighted, hoping you would ask him at some point. He takes his time, making sure the laces were nice and even, tying you off in a simple knot and giving a neck kiss for good luck.

Sebastian

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[inscrutable-shadow]

Vampire asks: 14! Do you have any general vampirism headcanons (or canon in your fiction?)

This seems like as good a time as any to talk about contracts (and the Shadow in general) in the Ieiunusverse!

"Contract" is a general term for supernatural abilities gained as a result of vampirism. These abilities are granted by the Shadow, a dark "being" similar to a hivemind that not much is known about other than its craving for blood. When a person is bitten with intent to turn, a metaphysical poison is injected that taints the fledgling vampire's soul and makes it unable to pass on to any sort of positive afterlife. The fledgling is then given a choice: have their soul wander formlessly in the void for eternity now, or live as a vampire as long as possible before that happens. Most choose to live.

It truly is a curse: upon acceptance of the contract, the Shadow winds through the vampire's body and forcibly binds the soul to it via soulstitching, which converts the temporary corruption into permanent soul damage. The stitching is a constant source of pain over the vampire's lifetime, a reminder of their lack of humanity. Contracts aren't all bad though: in exchange for the blood the vampire uses to sustain themselves and the Shadow, they are granted the chance to choose their eternal appearance, enhanced strength, speed, stamina, and senses, and access to shadow magic. Different vampire bloodlines have a tendency to form stronger or weaker contracts. House Tenebrae, Avrae's bloodline, is an old house with powerful contracts that produces more archvampires, while House Noctae, Beatrice's house, tends to form much weaker contracts due to their history of, uh, I guess vampire veganism? They don't like to hunt and instead prefer farmed blood or synthetic substitutes.

This was a long answer so I'm gonna cut it off but there's a lot more unique lore for Ieiunusverse! I'm just kind of taking "scifi vampires" as a concept and running with it plus taking reference from all sorts of vampire media (you'll even find an Ikeman Vampire reference in an upcoming fic haha). Thanks for the ask!

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Hello, may I ask for an hc for ikepri? This might be a little nsfw so pls feel free to disregard if you're uncomfortable with it

Reactions for the boys with chubby MC with big boobies 😆 the way her boobs jiggling when walking or laughing, or just even breathing their eyes be like 👀 on her chest and starts imagining doing something naughty 😏 All prince pls but if it's too much just the new princes, ty

Hello Anon,

I went with just the new princes. I hope you enjoy it!

Slightly NSFW so the writing is after "keep reading" 💜

Silvio Ricci: 

You have always been different. Your curves developed long before others. You were rounder, softer than the girls with sharp angles and straight lines. Clothing doesn’t sit on you quite the same. Necklines are pushed to their limits, skirts skim over curves, sometimes sleeves are just a little too tight. You may feel self-conscious at times, but that is only because you have never noticed the way the Prince of Benitoite follows your movement out of the corner of his eyes. He may seem disinterested, sipping casually from his wine glass, expression stony with boredom. But this is an illusion.

He looks like he is scanning the room for something of interest, a hawk lazily gliding on currents of air. But that azure gaze sees you, passing over you again and again. He watches as you kneel down to adjust your shoe, the way your dress valiantly struggles to contain your breasts. The candlelight paints you in warm light, gilding you in soft orange, sending sparks off the pink sequins of your gown, the deep blue jewels at your throat and ears. These little pinpricks of colored light dance across your skin, over the curve of your breasts and trap him. 

He is hypnotized by the play of those little candy-colored lights. He imagines what it would be like to try and catch them with his tongue. To pull you to him, his hands full of your softness, to hold you still as he tries to devour all of them. And then devour you.

Keith Howell:

The day is warm, even for Rhodolite. You are standing calf-deep in the cool waters of the pond on the palace grounds. You have no idea that not far away, hidden from your view by the shade of a giant oak tree, the Jade Prince is lounging, trying to stave off the heat as well.

He has always noticed you, but shyness plagues him. Approaching you for more than a polite greeting or an inquiry about the weather sends his heart reeling. Even now with his eyes closed, he is dreaming of you. Of your smile, the one that breaks through any clouds in his mind, bringing sunshine. Of your voice. Of your laughter. Your laugh is one of his favorite sounds. You laugh fully, openly, with your whole heart. Even in his daydreaming his cheeks warm when he thinks of the way others part of you move when you laugh, the gentle rise and fall of your chest, like waves in an ocean. What would it be like to lay his head there? How soft would it be? Or to turn his head and taste you? His hand reaching up, cupping you—

He is shaken from his daydream by the sound of water. His golden eyes open and he blinks, unsure as to whether he is still dreaming. You stand there, your skirt gathered and tucked between your thighs as you wade deeper into the water. You reach down, cupping a refreshing handful of it and then lift your arms, letting it splash your warm face, neck and cheeks. His mouth goes dry as the water dances its way down your body, droplets clinging to you possessively. He is jealous of their contact with you. You splash yourself again and the water trickles down over the slope of your breasts, between them, leaving tantalizing wet patches on the front of your gown, teasing him. He finds himself transfixed, unable to look away. Cruel, cruel water. 

Gilbert von Obsidian:

The night breeze lures you outside, coaxes you to leave your room, book in hand as you slip away from a palace on the edge of slumber. You make your way outside to the ground floor terrace, a wicker chaise lounge with soft cushions calling your name. You’ve brought your chamberstick along to help you see but the silver light of the full moon is bright enough, flooding the area with its soft luminescence. 

He looks down at you from the window of his guest room, a dark shadow behind glass. You believe you are alone so you think nothing of the way your nightgown shifts as you make yourself comfortable, leaning back into the velveteen padding. The thin material, unlaced at the front, slides off one shoulder and you welcome the cool air on your skin. 

The way the moon highlights the exposed parts of your body is arresting, stopping his breath. His teeth sink into his lower lip hard enough to hurt, a groan gathers in the back of his throat. You are resplendent, a rival to Selene herself. His eye wanders over the lines of your calves, the slope of your bare shoulder, the curves of your breasts. His palms burn to touch that skin, all of it. He wants to run his hands from ankle to thigh, to feel the softness there as he tightens his grip, digs his bare fingers into them, pushes them apart. The pale skin of your shoulder and the tops of your breasts are begging for his mouth to mark them, to suck hard enough it leaves a trail of red roses in its wake. He wants to bury himself in you, to lose all the hardened, painful parts of himself in your softness. To satiate his hunger for you right there on that terrace in the light of the silvery moon.

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[shenevertricks1831]

Alphabet Headcanons!

Hi everyone, so life has been nuts since the beginning of the year; and if you sent in a ship request that hasn't been answered yet I will get to it, I swear on my life...but for the time being I need a smidge simpler distraction so I would like to try my hand at doing nsfw abc headcanons! Thanks you all for your love and requests, please follow me if you'd like 🖤

Please read the rules below! List of ABC is also below!

For now I will be accepting requests for IkeVamp (English version available characters, bare with me I haven't read Vincent's route, but I'll try my best.) and IkeRev (I haven't read all their routes but again I will do my best.).

You may request up to 3 letters at once, but only one character per request please. You can make multiple requests though.

I will try to answer them in order the order I receive them, but if I choose to go out of order depending on how my creative juices are flowing I am allowed to do so.

Here is the alphabet too!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

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Can I request Theo, Arthur and Napoleon from Ikeman Vampire with a female S/O who has trauma induced heterochromia from something like a BB gun accident? Feel free to do headcanons, but I’m happy with whatever you choose to do. Have a good day/night and thank you for reading!

Ooh, this is interesting! 🤔 I have heard of eye-trauma being able to lead to colour-blindness, but actually changing a colour is curious. 

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Characters: Theodorus van Gogh, Arthur Conan Doyle & Napoleon Bonaparte 

Theodorkus van Gogh

Sharp as ever Theo had quickly picked up on the trauma. As an art dealer he had developed a sharp sense for colours and the way one eye didn’t seem to quite match the other, just a slightest hint lighter, was one of the things he had noticed first upon meeting you. The rest followed later, what with your habit to squint that particular eye, or in the way you adjusted yourself to get a better view whenever Theo asked you to appraise something. He didn’t ask about it, much as he didn’t appreciate being asked about his traumas and scars. He waited, until one day when the two of you were lazing around on the couch, enjoying a nice day off.

“You mean to say that in the future you guys shape your toys after weapons?” Theo sounded disapproving as he questioned this, his dark blue eyes squinting as he tried to imagine a world where the loathed weapon was held in cheer.

“Sometimes we even put paint in them, so that we can play a game of pretend and see who is the best shot,” you shrugged, fingers lacing through his in a casual way before squeezing, “I got one in my eye, that hurt,” you sighed, rubbing the affected eye as you recalled the pain, “I was lucky that I didn’t lose my sight.”

The last part was mumbled, but didn’t escape the man who sat up, bringing you up as well as his fingers laced around your chin, pulling your eyes towards him.

The deep blues of his eyes shimmered as he stared you down, his lips pulled into a long line as a gentle finger lightly swiped over the skin underneath your injured eye.

“Domoor, who taught you to play with fire?” he scolds you, breaking the moment of tenderness, but you don’t miss out on the way his arms tighten around you as he pulls you closer.

Arthur Conan Doyle 

Once upon a time Arthur had attempted a study of ophthalmology, knowledge he still retained somewhere in the back of his mind, though the German phrases haunted him more. It was still a nice piece of knowledge that he liked to flaunt once in a while, especially upon meeting you.

“Now, little darling,” he spoke, lifting your chin up with a finger as he brought you closer to him, “I dare to say that this isn’t a natural trait, but trauma-induced,” the author smiles handsomely at you as you puff an air right back into his face, eyes rolling as you release yourself.

“Yeah, BB-gun accident. Bullet grazed my eye, it hurt,” was your response, for once earning a startled response from the detective writer whose eyes widened as his lips puffed out into a little pout.

“A gun? Were you involved in a fight?” his question comes carefully as his voice drops, the signs of his trauma slipping out before he recovers himself, eyes bright once more as was his smile, “or did we get a wild kitten on hands?” he teases, and you can see the way he covers up his wounds before releasing a sigh.

“It was a game of paintball, where we pretend that we are in a fight. My protective glasses shattered,” came your explanation, short and impatient again, but at the same time so much more innocent than the author had expected it to be. It earned a slack of his jaw, the tension that Arthur was trying to hide releasing before his expression softens.

“A little pretension, huh?” he speaks, the memories of his experiences past haunting him. How the future had changed indeed.

Napoleon Bonaparte 

“How did it happen?”

Straightforward as ever the former emperor wasted no time to question you, his eyes trained upon you and in particular on the eye with the faded colour.

“How did what happen?” you return the question, never quite following the beat in which Napoleon marched as the conqueror prods his lips forward, his finger tapping underneath his own eye mirroring yours.

“That eye, how did it lose its colour?” he explains and you blink, surprised that the man had noticed at all, for it was usually so faint.

“It is a scar tissue, not?” the man continues, “I have seen it before with soldiers who took a wound to the eye,” he explains and that’s when you realise how the man had recognised it. “Though, usually they lose their eyesight as well. Or when lucky, only the ability to see colour,” he sighs, undoubtedly reminiscing about the past.

“It was just a silly game of paintball. One of the paint bullets grazed my eye. It wasn’t too serious,” you dismiss the memory as Napoleon blinks at you, his own clear eyes seeking out yours before nodding.

“I suppose it is, if you are feeling so relaxed about it,” he smiles, but tenderly touches the lashes of the particular eye anyway. There was something rueful about the way he reached out to you, but nothing that he expressed out loud.

[advernia]

moved this over to a text post, hope u don’t mind anon! ( ᐛ )و

ANYWAY EEEEEE THANK YOU AND I’D BE MORE THAN HAPPY TO SHARE!!!! o(*≧□≦)o tbh this headcanon is me 100% refusing to accept that post-route!alice just stays in red/black army hq as a… uh, maid??? cook??? cheerleader??? idk lmao but imo alice has a lot of potential with her canon profession lolol! okay so maybe they did her justice in kyle’s route bc she ends up as his assistant but as for other routes fight me cybird (ง •̀_•́)ง

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i got the idea after reading fenrir’s dramatic end, where alice gets a job in cradle’s best confectionery (like wow lmao if only getting a job was that fast irl). anyway!!! i’d like to dream that alice does this for all routes + a month after the route events (sans kyle’s). you’d think she doesn’t need to get a job especially if her ikeman’s part of the red army, but she does this bc she wants to. and to feel less like a freeloader lmao. since the situation’s different with the neutrals, this isn’t much of an issue.

so, yay! she feels better about passing time productively + having her own lin to spend but tbh she doesn’t really buy much stuff???? eventually she saves up quite the amount that it becomes a problem - what could/should she do with that much cash????

tbh the idea to start her own business came from her boss lol…. it started from his objective assessment that she was good enough to open her own shop… eventually she starts entertaining the idea…. then she gets second opinions from friends + ikeman…. and she actually does it after much consideration?!??! her boss is shook, but he wishes her well anyway! he gets a free slice of cake whenever he visits the cafe lol!

so alice ends up with a cafe! since confectioneries were more on selling than service + she’s on her own now & has a lot of stuff to handle on her own, she becomes pretty busy and takes some time to adjust, but eventually she gets by! it’s tiring, but she enjoys her every day!

any of her extra profits she chooses to donate to various causes + she eventually ends up becoming some sort of sponsor to the armies with all her donations HELLA RAD ೕ(•̀ᴗ•́)

context side b

alternatively, in a common route scenario where amon still gets his ass kicked + alice stays in cradle but doesn’t fall in love with that one ikeman (no one falls in love…. not yet LMAO), she lives with the black/red army + works in a confectionery until she has enough to buy a home of her own. blanc + oliver + mousse have been secretly helping her scout around for a good place. it’s only when everything’s ready that she talks to the black/red army about her intentions.

get this - her general explanation goes this way: she starts off by saying that she’s very thankful that everyone has accommodated her and she’ll always be in their debt, but now that she’s living as an actual resident of cradle and no longer just a guest, she’d hate to impose on them any further. to boot, she’s not even an official part of the army + a soldier, so it may look odd that she’s still staying within army hq. stuff about reputation and pride, something like that.

the black army (see: seth) is sad about this, but they understand her sentiments and let her go. after a three-day long party. aaaaand of course, they’re more than willing to do any heavy lifting for her move + just anything in general - all she needed to do was ask!

the red army respects her decision as well, and they’re… more subtle in expressing their disappointment (how is jonah’s blatant frown even subtle lol). like the black army, they let her go + remind her that she can always ask them for help. 

so alice lives alone for a couple of months.... then the armies hear that she’s planning to open a cafe from blanc.... ha.... the black army totally helps her out with general recontrustion + repairs. she does not take no for an answer when she pays them for their work lmao. plus, they totally helped her out by giving her tours around the stalls on the central quarter market that give the best bargains + freshest produce! the flowers alice put up for decoration + plant outside her yard are always sponsored by canis major..... and seth drops by regularly to talk about trending aesthetics alice could adapt in the cafe!

the red army’s idea of helping her out with her cafe is to send her furniture + kitchen appliances + sets of tableware.... they’re gorgeous + simple but UMMMM????? alice literally panics about the kitchen, especially about the stove + oven bc it be so fine.... and expensive-looking.... but negotiating with lancelot + jonah is like talking to a brick + diamond wall so edgar + kyle + zero convince her to just take it lmao - it isn’t much, but lancelot gets a free drink & jonah a free mille-feuille each time they visit!

again: she donates to various causes + sends the black/red army a fair amount of her extra profits each month! she’d give more to the red army bc she still can’t get over their....... generous gifts and how much they probably cost lmao....... edgar stops her there though bc honestly..... do u think the red army needs more money??????????

the cafe

so why in central of all places? actually, it does make sense to set up a business there since it’s like the country’s central business district. but if i’d base it from alice’s general personality, i think she’d choose central bc that’s where every citizen of cradle; whether they be from red, black, or neutral territory, all gather together. in central, she can see every side living side cradle, not just red or black - and in a simple establishment like a cafe, something simple like food can bring all those different sides together.

she set up her cafe in central with the thought of helping in the efforts of bridging the gap between the armies + to have an actual experience of how it is to live as a citizen of cradle. technically she is one already, but sometimes living in cradle is really so different from living in london. it makes her feel displaced sometimes.

her cafe is probably somewhere close to blanc’s house or smth and u bet that blanc is very happy to have a pretty lady living close by/around his neighborhood lmao! but if you want to be serious about it, this is intentional on blanc’s part bc her safety isn’t exactly assured after the magic tower fiasco - disciple stragglers might come back for her, and since the whole of cradle already knows that she’s the alice the second, there may be other people/groups lurking around that are interested in her power......

in comparison to most cafes in central, alice’s place is relatively small - she doesn’t mind though, since she’s running the place on her own. the thought of expanding makes her doubt her capability of providing + distributing the same quality of service + attention she usually gives to a small crowd.

alice changes the cafe decors + scents according to each season!!! in general, she wants her cafe to have a homey, relaxing feel, doing her best to impart a feel of london + her hometown in her cafe. you’d think that seasonal redecorating would be a hassle, but magic makes that process very easy... once she learns about cradle’s unique holidays + festivals, she also redecorates + tweaks her menu in tune to the special day!

a variety of sandwiches + light meals such as pastas are on the menu now and then, but her cafe is well-known for the desserts. like the decor, the food + drink selection adjusts accordingly to the season.

her edge among her competitors is the fact that she’s from the land of reason - her techniques + use/handling of ingredients + and other assorted methods are quite different from that practiced in cradle since they have the advantage of magic. tastes, colors, textures, and even presentation end up differently. plus, she knows how to make various foods + sweets unfamiliar to cradle, so some of the stuff she makes are seen as novelty to the locals!

she does pay attention to what tastes of london are positively + negatively recepted in cradle though - from there she experiments or improvises her recipes, and seeks out feedback immediately.

following context side b, i’m all in for the romance with her ikeman developing here instead OH YEAAAH ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) it’s a lot more hectic tho since it’s an open playground and there are the.... common interferences..... coughsethcoughlokicough LMAO

also!!! following all the not-so-spoilery content of her + seth, i’ve recently been digging the idea of nojisha / rapunzel (localization ain’t being subtle anymore lol) working + possibly living in alice’s cafe too bc god knows that alice needs an actual girl friend among all that testosterone lmao!

rapunzel’s more of a waitress but is totally into designing whatever cakes + drinks + pastries alice has on the menu and on display… takes dibs in writing out the menu on the chalkboard as her chance to practice some pretty lettering… and also actively helps out alice in picking seasonal decors + packaging for the cafe!

on the sidelines rapunzel also keeps a close eye on alice bc… heh… them odd folks coming in for the foods but staying longer for the girl(s)… those red army officers dropping by more often even if they’re on patrol…. dudes from the civic center + other colorful characters talking so familiarly to alice…. yaaa~n! pick up the pace, onii-chan!!! lmao

depending on who’s the ikeman out for alice, rapunzel can and will cockblock, omfg...... she’ll totally stop if she sees that alice has mutual feelings for the guy but sometimes rapunzel really has impeccable, unintentional timing haha... seth hyde, what have u been teaching ur little sister smh (ಡ艸ಡ)

opening time: 6AM, closing: 7PM. accepts orders of wedding + birthday cakes, does not handle catering. for any inquiries, pls call....... (^ц^ )

other

alice’s cafe develops different reputations depending on who she ends up with LMAO........ local newspapers + cradle’s grapevine love her cafe and totally not bc they can get a glimpse of the red/black army chosen if they get their timing right haHA..... here’s a couple of examples:

if she’s with mousse, her cafe has quite the interesting reputation! while there’s a good selection of the local teas/coffees in her menu, there’s also a fair share of exotic blends with brief details about the country where the blend is from + how the beverage is prepared + possible tastes, written by no other than mousse himself! sometimes alice showcases some limited edition sweets + pastries made from an interesting mix of local and foreign ingredients + spices too......

if she ends up with a king, novels/tales + plays + songs/poems about royalty/nobility falling for the common worker (lancelot) or adventures of a hero and a maiden (ray) suddenly become a thing™….. the boom is especially huge in black/red territory, be it from nobles to commoners.... another common point??? there’s always a cafe referenced in there, a rendezvous point some way or another in the story… and it sounds veeeeery familiar, even if they switch the setting into a tavern/inn, hmmmm....

did you know that one cafe in central quarter is owned by alice the second, the woman who’s rumored to be the lover of cradle’s most notorious criminal + strongest wizard???? no???? are they really a thing??? do you think the stuff she sells in her cafe is fit is for consumption???? does she make those cakes herself or does she ask the wizard to make it through dark magic or are those smuggled goods??????? man, those cakes are damn good though!!!!!

newspaper headlines: students of cradle’s local boarding school promptly create a literal lake of tears in the central quarter after spending time and meeting a kind cafe owner who happens to really be their terror professor’s lover (side note: this article was removed upon the request of a certain mr. d.)

the sole exemption i have for this hc is kyle’s alice! she has her hands full + committing herself to being a doctor’s assistant so opening a cafe doesn’t cross her mind, but that doesn’t stop her from making treats now and then for their patients… in fact, becomes a thing among the children of cradle that if you be a good boy/girl who takes their medicine + shots from the redhead doctor without complaining, the pretty assistant lady will give you a tasty treat for being so well-behaved! (*≧▽≦)

[bokunoheroaheadcanons]

Okay, it’s been like a few days since I’ve wrote a headcannon lmao. CRIES. I don’t know why it feels like awhile honestly. Maybe I’m just busy looking around for jobs atm. Anyway, I’ll write a random one for other characters I like. :] I’ll get the inbox later too. Keep sending some! I’d love to write for everyone. So this is one of some relationship headcanons for other classes, cause I only got the 1-A characters here. NEED NEW CHARACTERS.

MONOMA NEITO

Neito is one feisty and sassy boyfriend to have honestly. He acts very arrogant and he would do A L O T of smack talking/judging others.(Especially the 1-A class, lmao?) He doesn’t have a filter, what’s a filter? You would have to be very tolerant around him, whether if youre are shy or just as equal to him.

However, he does have a soft side towards you. He would be very considerate of your thoughts and feelings. If he accidentally said something to upset you, he probably would apologize and take you to some restaurants that he usually eats at or just do anything to make you feel happy again.

He would give them a lot of kisses on your head/forehead. It’s just a sign that he really adores you, even though he can be quite arrogant at times.

He think he’s always right tho, so he might get a little upset if you’re not on his side but he can’t control/manipulate you being on his side. So he’ll just respect your perspectives. He needs to work on that more.

A VERY jealous boyfriend. He doesn’t want anyone touching or anyone taking of all your attention. He wants to be the only one to have the affection from you, he knows he can be a little selfish but you’re his and his only. Especially not from anyone from 1-A…. yeah.

ITSUKA KENDOU

She’s like a motherly/sisterly type of girlfriend to have, which is weird but you know that has its advantages. She would do the cooking most of the time and doesn’t really care if she is the only one doing it. Or chores sometimes.

She doesn’t get angry a lot, but whenever you both fight/disagree on something, she will discuss it like adults. She won’t yell or anything like that, she’ll calmly say whatever she has to say without being too cold about it. She thinks it’s reasonable to discuss issues by talking calmly. So good for her.

Kendou will try her best just to spend some quality time with you. Even if she has work, she will always come back home and watch some tv while snuggling you. She’s worried if she doesn’t have time for you as much anymore.

Enjoys being the big spoon in cuddles. Just having you in her arms is enough for her to fall asleep.

SHINDOU YOU/YŌ

He will cuddles the crap out of you whenever you’re both in bed, he’s either the big spoon or the small spoon. He likes nuzzling your chest if he’s the small spoon. Or he likes burying his face in your neck and nuzzle it too. He doesn’t mind being either of them.(He’s too beautiful, i love ikeman Shindou.)

He also likes surprising you by wrapping his arms around you from behind or blowing into your ears, teasing. He just likes surprising you a lot.

Pinches or squashes your cheeks a lot too. He dun care.

Just because he’s sinister in a way, he will beat anyone who tries to hurt you. I don’t think he really cares as long as he settles a bit of vengeance for you and only for you. Your safety and happiness is one of his top priority, aside from being a Hero.

He likes taking you out and bring you somewhere fun or simply just to eat. You’re his (insert title here) and you deserve his affection, he will spoil you whether you like it or not. All the gifts.

HITOSHI SHINSOU

He will also spoil you a lot, but if you convince him that he shouldn’t spoil you a lot then he will obliged to it.

He’s a great listener. Whenever you’re having a really bad day and just want to rant about it, he doesn’t really mind listening to you vent. He will give advices on what to do afterwards. But. Actually, he just doesn’t mind listening to you talk whether it’d be your day or whatever.

Doesn’t ever, EVER forget your birthday, anniversaries, etc. He wants to share all the moments with you and you’re just really special to him, so of course he won’t ever forget something so important.

He randomly says, “I love you so very much” out of the blue sometimes.

Enjoys holding your hands, even in public. He doesn’t ever want to let you go or let you out of his sight. Sure his quirk is accepted by everyone now, but he’s afraid of being denied again.