#napolington

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

I LOVE YOUR WORKS SO MUCH ITS INSANE RAHHH… where does one find your ‘a wolf in chase’ fic??

aww thank you! that's so kind of you to say!

I took Wolf in Chase and Pale Before the Fall down because for a time there was an iteration of them (very, very different I will say) being shopped to publishers but that is now on the back burner.

Please find the Woodford Series PDFs below (I also included the few on AO3 so you have a sense of the proper order of things):

Pale Before the Fall

Pairing: Napoleon/Wellington; Historical pairings (e.g., Wellesley/Kitty, past Napoleon/Josephine etc.) Rating: T to M(ish) Summary: After Waterloo, through a cunning lawyer and some finagling, Bonaparte manages to end up in England instead of St Helena for his final exile. Of course things don't stay quiet. There's an old murder. A stodgy Duke newly returned from France. A disintegrating marriage. And a couple of ghosts to top it all off. (and full of pretentious chapter titles and what not) Published: 2013-09-27

A Wolf in Chase

Pairing: Napoleon/Wellington; Historical pairings Rating: T to M(ish) Summary: Sequel to "Pale Before the Fall" though I don't think it's too much a necessity to have read the first one. A continuation of something like a friendship. If one may be so liberal as to call it that. Mostly, there are mysteries and a bored (former) emperor who has nothing better to do than drag a certain duke along on his adventures. Published: 2015-07-07

An argument for the wise use of blankets, or, Napoleon dislikes Canova's interpretation of him as Peacemaker (AO3)

Pairing: Napoleon/Wellington; Historical pairings Rating: G Summary: For an anon on tumblr who requested the following: I have only one Napollington suggestion and it is anything including Napoleon being ridiculously angry about Arthur having that naked Napoleon statue in his house. Published: 2019

Unsent Letters**

Pairing: Napoleon/Wellington; Historical pairings Rating: T(ish) Summary A child has gone missing out in the countryside. Wellington investigates. Napoleon is pissed that he's not invited along for the ride. It is a series of letters between them as shit gets weird. Published: 2018? I think?

**Note: Takes place ostensibly in the same universe as Pale and Wolf except that I also borrowed heavily from the rewrite that was being shopped around. So some characters who died in the OG are alive in this version. Treat it as an au of an au. I'll note that this is probably my favourite of the lot. Key differences: Georgiana Preston is alive, it's someone from her past who was murdered. Napoleon ended up half-dead on a river bank due to a fairy king trying to alive him open. Mary did some weird fucked up magic to heal him. Is he now like...weirdly sewn into the land? Maybe. Don't worry about it.

Wrack and Ruin (on AO3)

Pairing: Napoleon/Wellington; Historical pairings Rating: T(ish) Summary A letter from Joseph Bonaparte relating to the oft' cited and mysterious Jersey Devil brings Napoleon and an always less-than-amused Wellesley to New Jersey. Published: 2017

Usual disclaimer that these are quite old and absolutely not up to snuff compared to my current writing (I cannot emphasize this enough). But if you're interested, feel free to dive in.

#napolington #napoleon bonaparte #arthur wellesley #duke of wellington #writing #pale before the fall #a wolf in chase #ask #reply #anon

[weird-profiterole]

Let him be gay for Napoleon, Horatio. 🌈

Don't repost, only reblog

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[austerlitzxwaterloo]

I saw a video with a little girl shouting her father's name and I was like "I know where it happened too" 🙈

Don't repost, only reblog

#cybird #ikemen series #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp wellington #ikemen napoleon #ikemen wellington #ikevam napoleon #ikevam wellington #ikevamp oc #ikevam oc #ikemen vampire oc #ikemen vampire lysandre #ikevamp lysandre #ikevam #ikevam lysandre #napolington #napoleon x wellington

[userwastaken69]

Self-proclaimed CEO of WellingNap shares their most prized possession (art post)

That's literally it. There's nothing more to add.

Oh and they're genderbent.

Almost forgot to mention that lol

(this goes from newest to oldest btw)

#napoleon bonaparte #arthur wellesley #napolington #WellingNap #fanart #I'm calling it WellingNap because when I first found out about the ship I literally had no idea it had a ship name (napolington) #Anyways #I am the CEO of WellingNap and that won't change until the day that I die #How I came to be the CEO of this ship is really funny #I won't be elaborating on it tho #Only real ones know

[aavalon]

Dazai: and now for a gay update with Napoleon and Wellington

Napoleon: getting gayer

Dazai: thank you, Napoleon

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp incorrect quotes #ikevamp #ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp wellington #napolington

[xxsycamore]

—𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘦

► SYNOPSIS:

Impulsively, Napoleon drinks a potion with the premise that it would turn him into a human.Unfortunately, Wellesley is too late to stop him.

...It doesn't go as said on the label.

▍napoleon x arthur wellesley 1st duke of wellington  ▍rating: G ▍tags: Crack Treated Seriously; Humor; Light Angst; they're fighting :( ; Arguing; Shapeshifting; Making Up; Happy Ending; reference to that one scene at the cliff; Established Relationship; Kissing; Sexual Tension (just a lil bit); Fluff; Naps; also present in the fic are: Sebastian, Arthur, Theo, Vincent, Dazai, Comte ▍wordcount:  1,751

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▍a/n: WOOOHOOO IT'S DEVON ( @batteryrose ) 'S BIRTHDAY!!! I've already extended my greetings but here too I want to wish one of the most special people in my life a Happy Birthday <3 Thank you for being my friend and thank you for everything you create that would undoubtedly never cease to amaze me and so, so many others. Hope you like this fic, I really had fun writing it!! ILY!!! Everyone else too, I hope you enjoy! This fic came to existence because of a little inside joke about napolington cats and Devon is just adorable when he sends catvideos to associate with them ehehehehe >:) I needed to document that somehow for the archives!

"Haven't you given up already? Trying to be human."

Napoleon keeps looking at the glass vial in his hand, the question making him snap out of the trance momentarily, as evident by the slight twitch of his lower lip and by that alone. They're in the garret, Napoleon has his leg propped up, elbow rested on top, vial in hand - the liquid glistening with the shine of morning light coming from the open window. He must really be riddled with the thought of that, as to wake up so early today. Wellesley is getting concerned, and more than that, pissed off.

"Psh. As if this would do anything." He gives the vial a small swing, trying to belittle the belief he puts in its contains, but Wellesley knows better. The blonde turns his head away, a silent declare of I'm done with you.

Napoleon uncorks the vial and lifts it to his lips.

"No!"

Wellesley jumps and in a flash he's on top of him, alas unsuccessful in his attempts to knock it off his hands on time. Napoleon's lips are stained pink from the liquid. And they're emitting a mocking laugh.

"Wellesley, c'mon. We've seen this scenario play out already. It's probably just another aphrodisiac."

Icy blue eyes are furious. He must think this is a game; to get him worried, to risk his own wellbeing in a gamble with his nature - for what? - and to laugh it off as a final at that.

Wellesley grabs a fistful of his stupid half-undone shirt and pulls him in for a kiss. He licks the remaining liquid off his lips, it's sugary and cheap.

In the way Napoleon answers the kiss, Wellesley realizes he's just as mad at him as he is at Napoleon. They just rock with the waves of that emotion, pushing and pulling, waiting for the potion to kick in or whatever.

* Poof! *

Just as Wellesley thought he'd punch his chest (lightly) and announce his leave for the sake of better morning activities, he discovers that he doesn't have the fist to do that. It all happens very fast.

His world shifts and twists and suddenly he's reduced in size - just like that - and in his newly lowered field of vision is this black and white cat, looking as distressed as he does. Is that…?

"Meow?"

Oh no. They've somehow…shapeshifted into cats. This must be the potion's doing.

The reply he receives from the black and white cat is, of course, another Meow.

Wellesley feels a lot of things right now. A lifetime of events and then another one after being reborn, and some things are still just out of his league. He's confused alright. Vampires do exist, alright, he gets that one. But this…

He's confused, alright. But more than that, he's enraged. He didn't ask to be dragged in this.

"MROWWW!"

Not his best battle cry, but Napoleon has to catch these hands now. These paws.

They end up in a ball, biting at each other, letting out a cacophony of noises until one gets the higher ground on the windowsill, the other follows, and it turns into a chase - right off the window and onto the mansion's roof.

The garret is quiet and empty. In a couple of seconds, just barely missing the unusual scene, a man in a butler's clothes enters the garret, eyes scanning every nook and corner.

"My goodness…" He sighs, marking the terrain as cat-clear, allowing the assumption that the strays had somehow climbed through the window and are now gone through the same route. He crosses the room and shuts the window closed, thus sealing the only entrance back home for Napoleon and Wellesley, unknowingly.

* 🐈🐈 *

The two furballs decide to be reasonable for the time being and don't fight on rooftops - moreso, they should concentrate on getting back inside instead, after discovering that they've been locked out. Their scouting for open second floor windows ends up with no results. All they find is Dazai's lunch, thus confirming the mansion's rumor that the eccentric resident doesn't only use windows for his entrance and exit but occasionally hangs out in the roof as well. While he's nowhere to be seen, Napoleon steals his lunch, promising himself that one of these days he'd cook something for the writer to clean his karma. He then shares it with Welley.

It's the first step towards peace, and they eat in content silence. Afterwards, Welleymeow approaches Napocat, making his fur puff up in tension for a second. The other however shows clear signs of being friendly, giving him that long stare slow blink, shortening the distance until..

Bonk.

"Mmrreow."

Pupils dilating, Napoleon gladly accepts the metaphorical reached out hand, returning the gesture and rubbing himself right back on Wellesley. The afternoon sun is nice and pleasant, and they lay down on one of the more flat areas of the roof, beginning to groom each other lovingly after the good lunch. It's also the perfect time for a cat nap. 

* 🐈🐈 *

Sleeping and lazing around the best of the afternoon away, it's about time they come up with a plan.

One strategy is meowing under the other residents' windows. It's a very basic one but it's also all they can agree on while with reduced communication. It fails as soon as they find themselves on the ground underneath Theo's window. Now, Theo is not known for being the biggest cat lover out there, and luckily for him he lives in mansion far away from any streets littered with cats. His reaction to hearing such creature's noises under his window is understandingly negative - a shriek of fear, but then - is that?! Theo actually opens his window, looks down at them, loading them with hope…

They get swore at, in colorful Dutch. And they make a run for it before any flying objects could come down to them, or worse, before King is sent to chase them away.

The sprint around the mansion grounds only ends up separating them as the peace wordlessly snaps. They both know it's for the best they put some distance between each other because likely they'd end up fighting again without the aid of words to work this out among themselves.

* 🐈🐈 *

Napoleon is not sure how much time has passed, but wandering off has been clearing his head successfully at least. He is still mad at Wellesley - first, because it's always the same. A stupid potion or a sleepless night of honest talk, it's like he never truly understands him about the whole vampire and human stuff. The second is, why the fuck didn't he stop him sooner? It was obviously a stupid idea. Ugh.

With every step of his little furry paws forward, he comes to terms with his current life. What if he never transforms back? It's laughable, he ended up being less of a human than ever. 

Maybe this time he could get it right. No more resets needed.

He could get to town, unite with the other strays… lead a revolution against the mutts…

Stupid Wellesley.

* 🐈🐈 *

He strolls close to the riverbank, lost in his own thoughts, until a familiar meowing gets to his ears. They sharpen, head turning to locate better the noise - and then he sees him. The white cat in front of him is undoubtedly Wellesley. He didn’t expect for the two of them to end up on the same place, but here they are. With unfinished business.

It's a quiet glare at first, in the way all street cats would start a fight, and for the lack of better communication possible between the two of them. The precise steps taken by each and an occasional chase and they somehow end up on a top of a boulder overlooking the river.

It's a little too late by the time that it clicks that yes, they've been in that situation before. In a way more different circumstances, but still somewhat the same. Napoleon's claws miss their target and his balance is lost - he tries to claw at the rock to try and climb back up but it's unenviable. The last thing he sees is a mass of white fur following him in his fall. And then comes the splash of water.

* 🐈🐈 *

Of course, this close to the shore, the water level is low - maybe knees high or so. Napoleon can say so, because he actually has knees now.

His ass hurts like hell because apparently he fell on it. Shallow or not, he still managed to get himself drenched and is now getting his wet bangs off his eyes. When he opens his eyes again he sees Wellesley, in the same state as him. Human-bodied and all.

Wellesley curses under his nose, splashing water at Napoleon and striding in large steps towards the land, leaving the other behind. Napoleon's ass still hurts. He needs to ask for the blonde to turn back and give him a hand. It's embarrassing.

Wellesley just comments that it's what he deserves.

* 🐈🐈 *

The sun has set by the time they reach home. Upon entering the dining room to announce their return, they're not surprised to find the residents seated for dinner.

"I believe you, Theo. I didn't see them personally, but…" Vincent sympathetically places a hand on his brother's arm as the brunette has propped his chin on it, sulking. He must be talking about the cats under his window. Dazai looks as if he is about to mention his missing lunch, connecting the dots, but he is interrupted by the two men's entrance.

"Messieurs! Gods, I've been worried sick! Where have you been all day?" Sebastian eyes them in concern from head to toe as they're quite the sight. Dripping wet clothes and everything.

"It's, uh. Long story."

Arthur motions his fork in the air in Sebastian's direction, gulping down his bite in a haste.

"Leave them be, Sebas. You know how young fellas are when inlove." He finishes it off with a wink.

Seated at the end of the table as the parental figure he is, Comte sighs out the last of his own concern before letting a chuckle, and the others follow.

"We're going to hit the bath and be back in a bit. Excuse us." Welley grabs Napoleon by the collar and drags him out of the dining room before he gets another reason to get angry at the french. And here he hoped they could finally make up once and for all in le termae…

No more potions. Period.

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[nierreplicantver122474487239]

why are hamburrger and napolington not in the tumblr yaoi bracket

#https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joke?wprov=sfti1

[batteryrose]

30 and 31

Hey aqua!!! Thanks for asking!!

Describe a fic that almost happened, but then it didn't.

This has to be the napolington bloodborne au. I still have a lot of scraps of chapters lying around. I guess I didn't have the skill to do a multichapter fic yet before so it just isn't meant to be....

If you ask if I'm going to go back to it, hmnnnmmmmmmmm it's very unlikely. There's probably something salvageable from those docs though, so I mayy post something of it one day.

What was the most difficult fic for you to write (but in the end you made it)?

It would be that napolington Tragedy Farce fic. It's not perfect, but it's 20k+ words long! Completed! Took me almost two years. I still haven't published it publicly yet but still. Next up would be the nokto/Adam longfic and I'm not sure if it'll take fewer time than that, damn.

I guess I'm just practicing writing longer fics at the moment... That's why I haven't posted a lot. After this ikepri one I'm planning to write an original fiction too. It's been in my head for years I have to materialise it somehow.

Anyway, keep the questions coming!

#Ask

[kissmetwicekissmedeadly]

For the ask game: 20, 21, 28, 36 💕

Hey Luna!! 🥰🥰 Thank you for these!!!

20 - Do you work on a single project or many at the same time? How does that work for you?

Yes and no 😁 For instance when I take requests I prepare a neat little list of what i have to write with who, but I try not to remember all of it - I don't want the ideas to bombard me when I'm not able to work on them! I target one particular request, give myself a day or a few for something to form in my mind - I don't move on to the next until it's done and written. But as much as I'd like this to work all the time, i'm afraid i'm way more chaotic than that 😅 right now i'm working on multiple projects, not necessary all fics but all have to do with my blog! I'm veeery excited to share more already 👀❤

21 - Can you accurately predict how long your fics are going to be? If you can, what’s your secret?

I actually write on something that doesn't display wordcount and I prefer it that way! Not because I want to get better at eyeballing how much i've written but because I don't want to feel bad of a too low/too high wordcount. But yes, generally I can feel that "here we go again" moment when I'm too fond of an idea 😅😅

28 - Any writing advice that works for you and you feel like sharing?

I've shared some here! But since we got on the topic of wordcount above, here is something else - if you want to add length to your fic, try focusing on the motion and take it from there. Something as simple as A throwing B a look - a knowing look, a testing look, a seductive look. Write the feeling it evokes, the reaction - mentally and then how it shows in their body language - and then the reply. Try adding those like little segments, without straying from the main purpose of the scene. If you want to assure they're tied together, frame them in dialogue - I love writing B's reply to the last thing A has said but only a few paragraphs later - I feel like it keeps the reader's attention on their conversation while building the atmosphere. Hope that helps! Again, nothing works the same for everyone so we should try to figure out things for ourselves! <3

36 - How do you come up with fic titles? What’s the one you’re most proud of?

Oh I was HOPING someone ask this!! I Love this part. I hate it too sometimes, but nothing beats that sweet satisfaction of coming up with the perfect title. I love putting methafors, phrases, word play, etc in my titles. The main thing I keep in mind is that a title is the first thing the reader would see - well, not on tumblr, we depend on thumbnails for that - so it's gotta make you want to read that fic. It has to show what's gonna happen in the fic, you know?

My most favorite fic titles: it sucks because it's better if you know the context... i will add for some

“Welcome to Saint Germain’s mansion, please have a fang-tastic night.” (crack with all ikevamp residents) it IS something that sebastian says in the fic, it's sorta just thrown in there in the middle and i love these OHHH IT'S THE TITLE! realizations)

The day my heart stopped (almost) forever (napo hurt comfort) - what else do you title a fic about someone's death day when they're actually reincarnated. i love how much it makes sense

A temporary truce (napo fluff)

Leave it to you to make a mess of me (napolington smut)

White-hot spotlight (rockstar napo smut)

DOOR BROKEN - USE OTHER DOOR (ikevamp crack) - you gotta have at least one full caps title the feeling is amazing

Arousing the rabble-rouser  (clavis smut) - i'm actually in a love-hate relationship with this one. it's too much. it's something clavis would name his own fic.

Yours Forever, A. & it's counterpart Forever Yours, F. (fenrir fluff and then smut) - the priceless moment of OHHH AND I CAN JUST NAME THE FIC THAT! AND THEN THE SECOND PART CAN BE THE SAME BUT SWITCHING THE WORDS AROUND! AND IT WILL BE WITH HIS FIRST LETTER! i love these two fics sooo much

Sharing is caring (and bad for my heart) (harr smut)

and I think that's it!!! I loved this last question so much!! Thank you again for sending me those Luna, I had so much fun!!! <33

> ASK GAME

[ answered: 8, 15, 39  🌸 7, 23, 28 🌸 3, 4, 10, 15, 19 🌸 26, 30 🌸 1, 14, 22 ] pls feel free to ask me again if you’ve already done so but are curious about more of those. and you’re never too late for this ok!!!

#ask game

[arsnovacadenza]

Riri's Masterlist & Rules

My old masterlist got pretty long, so I compiled them into separate posts

Writing

Graphics

RULES:

I do NSFW and Suitor x Suitor for Otome games. Check out my Writing page to get a good idea on what I usually write.

Look at my sidebar for open request and prompts

Expect lots of stray headcanons and WIP hell

TAGS:

Fandom tags:

#riri tries ikevam

#riri tries ikesen

#riri tries ikegen

Pairing Tags:

jeanpoleon, nobukichou (or nobukicho), yoshiyori, yoshiben, yoshizuka, napolington, mosaac

#masterlist #personal

[naresnani]

DAY 2 [ AUGUST 10th ] — Kissaholic // “Habits die hard, you know.”

Day two of @xxsycamore ‘s Napoleon birthday prompt. I obviously skipped around, I may get to all of them eventually...

anyway, 

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire | Napoleon Bonaparte/Arthur Wellesley | AO3 Tags: Fluff, pre-slash

Kisses, it's a bit of a difficult act to wrap around.

Kisses, it's a bit of a difficult act to wrap around. 

The first time they began to get along better, he forgot that it's such a French thing to casually kiss your mate on the cheeks. It's practically automatic for them. It makes plenty of awkward moments where they—Napoleon, lean his face in while Wellesley forgets what he's supposed to do, so then Napoleon has to reach up for him and then slightly pull him down and tilt his head way more and then and then, and so on, and so on. 

After Wellesley had, admittedly, soften up a little more he genuinely tried to follow the greeting. It's not like he hadn't before. Over formal occasions he'd be doing it across the room like ants. But with Napoleon it's more of a… conscious effort. 

Ah, I angled my lips too close to him, that's why he stared at me funny. Well are you supposed to actually kiss or not? or just make its sounds in the air… I don't know. Napoleon does it randomly. He couldn't tell if it's supposed to be twice or thrice alternate between cheeks either. Some people expect you to reach five. Sometimes Napoleon adds another kiss just for the kicks of it. He'd swear that the whole nation was playing a joke on him. 

One day it became too mortifying to muse alone that he finally asked just what the hell are the French doing to each other.

"Ha, I-I don't know what to tell you," Napoleon choked on laughter and almost tripped on his way. "There's no rules to it, I don't know. You just-- follow the other person." Shrug. Walking home from the city, the setting sun coloured the nature around their path a warm orange. 

"Well, then. How many times is it, at least, two or three? Or four?" 

He snorted. "Look, man. Everyone does it differently. It depends on what they're used to doing or the occasion or even the person."

Well by God then why can't they settle on one rule for the sake of- "it really doesn't help at all that way."

He bursted out laughing. "I'm sorry--I don't know how to explain it to an English. But if you must make it pragmatic," he said, taking a moment to think, "the rule is… to kiss however you want to, as many times as you want to, and then step away—the other person would get it. Easy enough won't it."

"Thanks, extremely clear and helpful," said he, rolling his eyes. 

Napoleon smiled… mischievously. And before Wellesley could predict him he stepped in front of him and hold him by the arms as one would if they'd-

"Oh- come on now." He stared at Napoleon humourlessly. 

"I didn't know you're thinking so much about this," he grinned, inching forward as Wellesley accordingly inched even more backwards. 

"I-It's just something that nerves me." Napoleon pressed too close, and there's a terrible impulse there that he'd rather not consider. 

"You're nervous around me?" 

"That's not what I said."

He chuckled lively, and their proximity absolutely didn't prepare Wellesley for it. "Nah, I'm teasing you." Napoleon stepped back, slapped his arm. "I shouldn't have been making you uncomfortable all this time, sorry."

What? "No, no that's not the problem," he tried to say. "It's only- I'm only curious. Making a conversation. It's not you."

"Is it not?" Napoleon frowned, looking elsewhere. "I must've thought you… nevermind."

He cut himself off. When forced to elaborate he waved it off and continued on walking. 

  After many back and forth, far more awkward moments than just the greeting, getting kissed every time he even so much as nudges him when he's asleep… 

It's almost objectionable to indulge in it. Even the smell of his breath in the morning had come to be… well, a feature, of his. That Wellesley more than tolerates. And since no one is so eager to replace him each day,

“Morning, uh, Wellesley.” Napoleon stared up at him drowsily. He answered with a curt ‘hm,’ and turned towards the windows to snatch open the curtains. Napoleon rolled to his side, avoiding the sunlight barging through. “...How many times has it been already?”

Wellesley almost didn’t hear his voice, muffled in his pillow. “Has it been what?”

He was dangerously close to getting comfortable again. “Is everyone else so busy in the morning?” he asked, a ghost of a chuckle trailing his raspy voice.

Wellesley stood there dumbly for a moment. “No. Not really, no.”

Napoleon hummed. “That so."

He knew what he's implying. At the beginning, being the new guy with history, he was just often being set up by the others. Eventually they just start throwing away their turn onto him. He excuses it as being helpful. He watched Napoleon turning still underneath the blanket again, with steady ups and downs of his chest. He plodded right over to his bedside.

“Alright, you’re not making me work twice here.” He stripped him of his heavy blanket, throwing it across the floor. “ Up up , now , man! Get up! Right now!” 

“ Don’t - you use that voice on me, bastard,” he groaned, slapping him away and painstakingly tried to sit up. “You dare treat me like som’ofyour- some of your lowly ranks?" He yawned wide and loudly. 

"Seems to work wonders." He honestly should've done it more often before. "Don't let me embarrass you in front of everyone."

"Embarrass me? Hah," Napoleon laughed. "Here's how you embarrass someone."

"What d-" 

Pulled by the collar, Wellesley was yanked into another kiss, now deliberate, conscious, lasting more than only half a second. Long enough for him to notice the heart beating in his chest. 

Napoleon parted away from him, eyes wide like he had just realised what he'd done. 

"You-!" Wellesley immediately lost his ability to speak. His face involuntarily heated up like a lit stove.

Seeing that, Napoleon turned a bit pink himself. "Uh, I didn't mean to… Wellesley?" 

No one can recover from this. There was no way this was salvageable. Not by any form of speaking. Throwing all pride and ego out the window, he kissed him back, deeper, and in his mind he justified it as revenge. Up until he felt Napoleon’s hand in his hair. By that point he also felt Napoleon’s body in his arms. 

Someone tipped them down onto the bed, and they had a chance to think.

"Hey, now, this is…" Napoleon said between slightly heavier breaths. "This wasn't what I thought was going to happen." He chuckled.

"Was it." He glared above him. "What did you think was going to happen?"

“That you’d… not be into it?”

“Hm. But I suppose this is what happens.”

"Yeah."

Even just inching a bit closer, Napoleon readily closed his eyes. That gave him absolutely no choice. He thread his lips again, slowly, several times, enjoying his scent, the juvenile giddiness blooming inside him. The heat from his chest up to his neck and head. The idea of having Napoleon underneath him, trapped, taking pleasure in being caressed by him-

"Let's not take it too far," he gasped quietly, lifting himself off from Napoleon. God knows what manner of debauched he looked like. "I think it's getting ridiculous enough."

"Aw," he cooed. "I thought I'm being treated today for sure." They took their time before deciding to move, just being still. Napoleon playing with his hair. And Wellesley mapping out the way his smile changes his eyes. 

"Come on now get up." Wellesley finally stood up, rightening his clothes and hair as he walked towards a mirror. "I've spent quite some time here." 

Napoleon sighed. "Yessir, M'lord. Your Grace."

For some reason, he should have him stop calling him any of that immediately. "Look, it's almost noon. It's inappropriate."

"You act like you're not the one starting it." He yawned loudly as if any part of that event didn't affect his awakeness at all. 

"I'm only following the rules." He patted his cravat back in place. 

After he yawned again while stretching, "what rules?" 

Watching Napoleon from the mirror, stumbling about trying to tidy up his sheets, spreading the blanket haphazardly back on the bed, Wellesley couldn't help but chuckle. 

"Nevermind it." 

They had enough talking to do already. 

(Home)

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[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

Chapters: 1/1 Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Napoléon I de France | Napoléon Bonaparte/Arthur Wellesley 1st Duke of Wellington, mentions of past Napoleon/Josephine Characters: Napoléon I de France | Napoléon Bonaparte, Arthur Wellesley 1st Duke of Wellington, Canova's Statue of Napoleon as Mars the Peacemaker, Napoleon's bees Additional Tags: melodramatic middle aged men, some quarreling about legacy and honour and all that, do they care for each other?? they don't know!!, are they idiots? yes, brief description of battle field violence Summary:

A request for an updated version of the Canova Statue Discussion was made on tumblr. So, have another iteration of Napoleon and Wellington discussing the arrival and location of the (in)famous Canova state of Napoleon as Mars the Peace Maker.

Arthur was attempting to be mindful. Napoleon is having none of it.

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Obligatory Excerpt: 

The something-of-a-shock, though, is that the statue has reappeared in his life. Miserable, miserable. Horrid, horrid. Atrocious, even. But here he is, facing that ghost of his past called Empire.

The world swelters. August afternoon sun bathes the garden of his house in Woodford, merely let to him since the damnable men of the British government will not allow him the personal pride of ownership. Wellesley, one of the many damnable men on this island (there are many damnable men. Napoleon keeps a list in his head. Bertrand has them written down. Montholon has sent them all to the devil verbally), drinks his tea as a bee bumbles past them towards its hive at the back of the garden.

Napoleon has not said a word since Wellesley told him: I’ve received something you might have some views on. That statue by Canova of you as Mars the Peacemaker.

Wellesley sets his cup aside, pursing lips. ‘I don’t know what you wish me to say.’

Napoleon lifts an eyebrow. They are both in clothes of countryside gentlemen at leisure—though Napoleon is in blues and Wellesley is in green and brown. He had been out riding before coming to see the Imperial household.

‘Well?’ the cursed man prompts. ‘Don’t sulk at me—’

‘I am hardly sulking, Wellesley. I’m thinking.’

‘It was a gift from the Prince Regent.’

‘Christ’s blood, of course it was.’

‘Well I would hardly choose it myself,’ Wellesley counters. ‘Give me some sense of decorum and taste.’

Which could mean anything. Napoleon pours himself a second coffee. This is how they take tea in the garden whenever Wellesley comes up from Town: a pot of coffee, a pot of tea, they war over the cured fruits and soft bread. Afterwards, they might take a walk or go for a ride. Drive Lowe up the wall with how fast and loose they are with the Rules. Though, since the Prince of Waterloo (sneered with greatest resentment when Napoleon thinks on the nick-name) is present, Napoleon’s gaoler can hardly complain.

But today all of that is off.

These men are very normal about everything, including each other! Napoleon calls Arthur by his surname not at all out of a desire to be the most obnoxious person in England! He’s not petty nor passive aggresive!

for @lordansketil

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[weird-profiterole]

"My whole world" or "how smooth Napoleon can be"

Old comic I forgot to post 😅

Don't repost, only reblog

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[write-a-bad-romance]

Napoleon x Wellington Angst Request

Ooooh good suggestion, @nuclearwinterexe! Now’s a good chance to explore Wells’ role in my modern AU. 

Wells and Napo were fellow Psychology students, but then a fallout happened that ruined their relationship as well as their reputation on campus. While they do time and again after graduation, they’re both too stubborn to reconcile. Now that’s one wound that can’t heal.

So, here you go! Jealous angry disaster bi Wellington feat Napoleon x Josephine!

Rated T for cursing and deregatory words towards Modern AU!Josephine

Wellesley carefully stuffed his bag in the overhead compartment before settling into his seat. The glass on the window reflected the garish teal-pink-and neon yellow upholstery of the train seats. Not that he cared the first time.

A video on YouTube said that terrible thoughts and intrusive memories were no different than ugly train upholstery. They might hurt your eyes, but you'd have no choice but to endure the ride so long as you wanted to get from one station to the next.

But he was presented with a different kind of suffering as he reeled back to three days ago. He had confronted his (now-former, he thought bitterly) running mate, and it led into an outburst.

"What's this? Dropping out of the race? Why do I only hear of this now, Bonaparte?"

"I was going to tell you, but I was afraid you wouldn't like it—"

"Afraid, my arse! It was the backlash you were scared of, as you should be. This will not go well over our supporters and seniors, you know it."

"I'm well aware. That's why you're the first person I intended to consult first."

"The first person, eh? Too bad your friends couldn't keep mum about your little secrets since I found out about this from a junior. What was it you didn't want me to do if I found out? Hmmm?"

"That you'd feel hurt," The other man gulped, looking strangely small to Wellesley at that moment.

Hurt? As if I needed your protection from anything, he thought with ire.

Wellesley's icy blue eyes bore into emerald ones. He was appalled by the lack of luster in those  orbs.

"Oh, just be frank now," he spat. "What did that snake of a woman tell you this time?"

Wellesley was never one to let his emotions spill. He was used to being ignored by his family, and in turn, he ignored them. The Irishman took pride in his unbroken character and iron will. 

Qualities he believed had drawn Bonaparte in.

Bonaparte. Brilliant Bonaparte. Straightforward and ambitious, rightfully so. He had the intelligence and charm to bend fate to his will, to get the entire student body bow under his heels. Wellesley was a lawful man, and the image of Napoleon pulling on the faculty's rein disturbed a part of his rationale.

Another sick part directed him to play the hero and aid Bonaparte from the shadows, acting as the righteous voice of reason for the hotheaded prodigy. It led them both on a campaign to install Bonaparte as president of the Student Board, with Wellesley by his side as his vice president.

But dreams remained dreams as the once-promising Corsican grew more and more yielding to his pet. The slag who poured poison into Bonaparte's ears and leading him to gradually abandon their grand pursuit.

Oblivious to the man in question himself, Wellesley and de Beauharnais engaged in a secret battle over Bonaparte's time and focus. 

(But this was a lost cause, that much Wellesley eventually came to understand. He became more of a stranger to Bonaparte than when they first met.)

What was he to Bonaparte, anyway?

Now and then, there seemed to be a distance that Wellesley could never cover. They started unaware of each other's presence, with him only catching rumors of a gifted, older student despite being in the same year. When he first met Bonaparte, they were introduced by a senior whom he admired greatly.

The senior never stopped heaping praises on Bonaparte. Despite his shy and (sickeningly) humble facade, there was a sharpness that reminded Wellesley of a hawk's. 

Fate seemed to enjoy toying with Wellesley, for Bonaparte was every bit the kind of person he wanted to avoid, but endured anyway. He loathed how the man effortlessly wormed his way into everybody's heart, making them nod and listen to his whims. 

At the same time, Bonaparte was... intimidating, for a better lack of words. His formidability was a razor-sharp edge to anyone who dared to even think about harming him in the slightest.  

Hell, he just knew Bonaparte could make the Dean himself cry if he wanted to.

Wellesley supposed he was lucky (and somewhat offended) that the star of the campus deigned to welcome him into his circle. The British was never comfortable surrounded by his irritating, mooching lackeys. They were an eyesore, though he was smart to feign friendliness.

What mattered most was Bonaparte. And it was rewarding, bargaining for an ally, and getting a friend instead. He understood what his juniors saw in Bonaparte. The man offered kindness and comfort his family seldom gave.

(Brotherly affection wasn't something he'd pin on his relationship with Bonaparte or the man with anyone else for that matter. His warmth filled more than just the void often left vacant by his siblings. And judging from Lanne's adoration that veered on lovesickness, Wellesley wasn't the only one).

A shame he decided to let the har— woman into his life. 

For Bonaparte’s sake, Wellesley had willingly been turning a blind eye on gossip surrounding the campus' so-called femme fatale, along with talks of de Beauharnais seemingly derailing Bonaparte from their campaign.

That is, until the very same senior who had introduced the two men voiced the same concerns.

Very little could shake the adamant Wellesley, yet the possibility of losing Bonaparte was enough to cause him to lose sleep for days on end. He hated it. He hated how the man could go on his way with his squeeze and not realizing it would mean the end for Wellesley.

The end of them.

I built and shaped him into the way he is, Wellesley mused. Yet you unmade him, bent, and folded him into something I never hoped to see.

Growing weary of his thoughts, Wellesley fished out his earphones from his pocket and shoved them roughly into his ears. He'd rather listen to some criminal psychologist talk murder than indulging his brain into committing further character assassination.

Terrible thoughts are ugly upholstery in a passenger car, and you can't run around trying to remove them from the entire train if you want to get to the next station.

But if Wellesley had a choice, he'd rather burn them down.

This was supposed to be short and sad but it turned longer and angrier the more I wrote through Wellesley’s POV. This turned out so vitriolic and I’m sorry.

You either live long enough to be Napoleon's longtime friend or turn into one of his bitter exes. There is no middle ground. 

Tagging @batteryrose (in case you want to see Wells being a petty ex), @kisara-16, @thedollarstoresatan, @ikesensrandomninjagirl24​, @hokkaido-the-hellbeast, @nafeary, @thesirenwashere 

(Please notify me if you’re interested in seeing more Napolington works)

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[aavalon]

Napoleon: bye Wellington! Bye Comte! Bye Sebas! Bye MC! Bye Wellington!

MC: you said ‘bye Wellington’ twice

Napoleon: I like Wellington

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[keiko86chan]

When you found some deleted FF in your bookmarks

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