𝐈𝐤𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 Oneshots/Story Dump

Putting You To Bed

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You and Napoleon started most your nights up in your secret spot. He would sit on the window sill you tucked between his legs, snuggled in so tightly to him, as if you wished you were closer. He could always tell when you fell asleep, you would play a game where you'd guess each others character, he could tell you were dosing off when you would answer with 'Hm' the man felt you asleep on him. Being a solider he had no bother in picking you up, hoisting your legs over his waist he held you up. His hand held your head as he walked down the stairs, carefully opening the door he took you to his room. Sitting on the bed he keeps you on top of him, while he pulls the covers up and over.

ꪑꪮƺꪖ᥅ꪻ
Although his piano chair wasn't that big, you still laid your head on his lap. He would sit at the edge while you laid down looking at the man working, whenever he got one hand free it would tousle your hair. He could feel you doze off as your hands slowly begin to slip, this was the only time he'd stop writing music. He'd carefully scoop you up, his hand under your legs the other under your head. Bridal style the man carried you to the door, leaning you on his neck he opened the door. Taking you to your room, he lifted the cover placing you down, a small hum fell from your lips as he tucked you in. He leaned in flicking his nose against yours, watching the way your face scrunched up, he kissed you "I'll be back in a bit"

ꪶꫀꪮꪀꪖ᥅ᦔꪮ
Turning his head, he looked down at his arm. A sleeping woman clung to it, his gaze lifted to the window. "I've kept you too long" the man stood up, Leonardo was quiet with his goodbyes. He lifted you over his shoulder, placing you down in the carriage he sat next to you before you could topple over. "Trust you to fall asleep" the man muttered placing a cigarillo between his lips, he lit it. Taking a puff he noticed how your hands wrapped around his arm again, you had said many times that you could tell he was near because of the cigarillo scent. When they finally reached home, the mansion guest chuckled at the man casually carrying the sleeping woman in over his shoulder. Some even unsure how she stayed asleep during it, the man didn't speak he kept smoking offering only a smile. He got to his room, and gently threw you to the bed. Putting out the cigarillo, he shrugged his jacket off. "Mmm" the man stopped turning to look at you slowly waking up, his gaze moved to the ash tray. The man grabbed a book and moved next to you, lifting your head to lay on his torso, the man continued to read and you continued to sleep wrapped in his scent.

ꪖ᥅ꪻꫝꪊ᥅
"Pssst" a hand clicking in Arthur's face moved his attention, he looked up at the art dealer, he tipped his chin to a certain girl. Arthur's gaze moved, they'd all been playing card games while you had been waiting to talk to him. This wait had turned into you snuggled into a chess board, the man opened his mouth a breath falling from it. "Well then" he placed his cards down looking to the group "I'll be off for tonight" he moved to you. Picking you up like a delicate treasure, all his training as a doctor taught him how to not wake a sleeping human. Carrying you with a hand under your thighs and your head nestled in his neck. He opened his bedroom door "right then" he whispered to himself, he sat on the bed and lifted the cover, placing you on the bed. He wasted no time joining you under the covers, as he snuggled you into him.

ꪜ꠸ꪀᥴꫀꪀꪻ
The two brothers were chatting in the common room, you were there too on the single sofa. Letting the brother talk, one of them paused. The oh so observant art dealer noticed the way you had your knees to your chest, and your head on them, fast asleep. Vincent noticed his brothers gaze was strangely not trained on him, looking over his shoulder he smiled at the sight. Turning his full body he just stared in awe. "Broer" he looked over his shoulder "hurry up and take her back" he muttered looking away, his hand rubbing his face. The man stood up, although he looked delicate he picked you up with ease. He guided your hands over his shoulders, and your legs above his hips. Your head was on his shoulder, hidden. He stepped into your room, leaning back he lifted the sheets, he placed you down, his knee still on the bed as he removed his jacket and undid his trousers. He slipped under, snuggling into your chest he pulled the quilt over.