[⚜️IkeVamp⚜️ Scenario/Headcanon] Reactions to Reader Calling Them Cute
Napoleon
He sort of blinks first.
“Cute? You think I’m cute?”
He then smirks at you and lifts your face by your chin before you can confirm that that is indeed what you think.
“Are you sure you want to begin this game right now?”
Expect an avalanche of kisses.
“There, touché~. Oh and by the way, you’re cute too~”
Mozart
Cue him giving you the side glare.
“Are you saying this because you want something out of me?”
When you say you aren’t, he just makes a “tch” noise and gets back to writing his new music.
But of course you don’t miss the soft pink coloring his cheeks.
Leonardo
He smirks at you.
“Hmm~? Where is this coming from all of a sudden?”
He pulls you in his lap and snuggles you, making you flustered.
“May I remind you how adorable YOU are~?”
He teases you with compliments, making you blush at every word.
Vincent
His eyes widen a bit and he smiles.
“Aww thank you~ So are you! Adorable even~!”
He then gives you a smile that’s brighter than a thousand suns.
You literally feel love and positivity radiate from him.
He also pinches your cheek gently, and chuckles when you blush.
Theo
He raises an eyebrow at you.
“Hm? Cute? I’m not the dog here.”
He follows that up by poking your cheek.
“What do you want from me, a treat? Is that why you’re showering me with flattery?”
He follows that up with a boyish smirk that makes you melt.
Before you can say anything, he sweeps you in his arms and takes you to the bedroom where the cuddles commence.
Arthur
Arthur gives you that somewhat unreadable gaze.
And then makes you practically almost swoon by following that up with a charming smirk.
“My my~ Is the little bird trying to serenade me with her song~?”
Yes, yes you are trying to serenade him with your song.
What happens after this is all up to you~ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Isaac
He almost chokes on his applepie
“W-WhAT?!”
You’re almost scared by his outburst but then begin to laugh, repeating yourself.
He calms down a bit.
“O-Oh. W-Well… thank you I guess.”
He remains red faced for hours and, unfortunately, is the subject of teasing during the entire time.
Dazai
His initial reaction is similar to Napoleon’s where he just blinks at you.
But he follows that up with this adorable playful grin.
“Why, aren’t you a flatterer~?”
He then embraces you.
“But I think you’re the cutest one here~ And I want to prove it to you.”
He proceeds to tickle you mercilessly, enjoying your laughter while chuckling at the cute scene.
⚔️ Jean
His eyes widen in shock at your words.
Like, he actually felt time stop for a split second.
“I’m… what…?”
You repeat yourself and he says, “Mademoiselle… why do you say such things?”
You can sense the disbelief in his tone and explain, insisting that you mean what you say.
It takes some time to convince him, and you feel at ease when, despite the long silence, he nods, a faint blush on his cheeks.
“I… hm. Thank you, (Name).”
⏳ Comte
He has a slight look of surprise at first, but follows it up with a smile.
“Wow, that was slightly unexpected but thank you, (Name)~ You flatter me~”
He proceeds to tell you that you look dazzling today, to which you smile and thank him.
It’s a short and sweet exchange that leaves both of you feeling happy, and it ends with a kiss as a sweet cherry on top.
♂️ Sebastian
His first reaction is to give you a slightly confused glance and then laugh.
“Where’s this coming from?” He asks.
You pout and blush and he chuckles, reassuring you that he’s just kidding and that he appreciates the compliment.
He then suddenly kisses you, leaving you a flustered blushing mess, and Sebastian definitely feels proud after that.
William
“Hm? Cute, you say?”
He chuckles before standing from his desk, making his way towards you.
“But my love, I can never compare to you~ Your large doe eyes, your lush lips, the way your hair frames your lovely face… it makes me want to hold you and never let go~”
His palm caresses your cheek.
Soon, you’re in his warm embrace, listening to his heartbeat.
And as he said, he doesn’t let you go anytime soon.
I wanna see how the IkeVamps react to MC just parading around the mansion with a kazoo in her mouth just like:
(SOUND UP!!! 0w0)
Yes, that is me playing the kazoo lol
Here’s a lil gift ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
[⚜️IkeVamp⚜️ Scenario/Headcanon] Reactions to Reader Parading Around w/ a Kazoo at 3 am
Napoleon
It is 3 in the morning and he is finally about to climb into bed until—
“DOOT DOOT DOOT DOOT DOODOODOODOOT—” can be heard from like,,, across the hall
So he gets his tired ass out of bed and opens the door to see you walking up and down the hallway with a kazoo in your mouth.
Napoleon: *So tired he looks like this *
He doesn’t even question the strange instrument in your hand.
He just shuts the door and goes to bed.
Mozart
Piano practice at night has never come to such a sudden halt.
Wtf is that sound????
Where is it coming from??????
As soon as he opens the door the noise only becomes louder—
“CAN YOU TURN IT DOWN?!?!!”
You don’t turn it down.
He groans and shuts the door, begrudgingly continuing his performance as the beautiful melody of your kazoo echoes through the night.
Leonardo
He is awoken from his slumber and sits up, stretching.
Funny… That pink fish from his dream was playing this exact tune on the flute.
Except this time, it’s you in real life playing it on a… what’s that thing in your hand?
Leo would ask but he doesn’t want to interrupt so he just sits there and watches in silence, smiling at your enjoyment.
Oh you and your crackhead ways ✨
Vincent
The sound of your kazoo suddenly interrupts him from his painting.
He glances at his door in confusion, wondering where that strange yet interesting tune is coming from, and who is playing it.
His first instinct is to check it out.
When he opens the door, he is met with the sight of you pacing around with some interesting red instrument in your hand.
He doesn’t know what it is, but he likes the song you’re playing, and smiles before closing the door and resuming his painting.
He may even paint this moment.
He’s a sweet bean who just wants to see you happy
Theo
As soon as he hears the kazoo he goes “nOPE—”
The door to his room swings open and he yells “SHUT UP!!!!”
But do you shut up?
Spoiler alert: No.
“HEY HONDJE!!! LISTEN TO ME!!!” He shouts but you ignore him.
Realizing that he probably can’t make you listen he sighs and just goes back in his room, slamming the door behind him and getting back into bed.
Arthur
He is having the best wet dream known to man until the sound of your kazoo wakes him.
Slightly agitated, he sits up and gets lost in the sound of it, wondering who’s playing.
When he hears Theo yelling, he gets up and opens the door
As soon as he sees you, he smirks.
You’re pretty good at playing… whatever that instrument is.
He may ask you what it is in the morning. Well, after he’s done with that wet dream :P
Isaac
It’s only been an hour after he’d fallen asleep when the hellish noise awakes him.
“GREAT. JUST WHEN SLUMBER HAD FINALLY EMBRACED ME—”
He grumbles and buries his face in his pillow, not caring who it is who awoke him.
But he does have the slight feeling it’s you because only you would do something this chaotic at ungodly hours of the night.
“Dammit (Name)…”
Dazai
He’s sitting on the window sill staring at the moon, until a strange noise catches his ear.
“My my, where is that beautiful tune coming from?”
He gets back inside and sees you pacing around, kazoo between your lips as you DOOT DOOT DOOOOT—
He then grins and leans against the wall, enjoying your performance. You look so darn cute when you enjoy yourself.
⚔️ Jean
Jean is honestly just too done to react.
He just lies in bed, staring at the ceiling.
Why even sleep anyways?
Honestly tho, he’s a bit too used to the chaos that happens in the mansion on a daily basis that he isn’t all that fazed.
Probably falls asleep eventually.
⏳ Comte
Oh no not the kazoo—
ANYTHING but the kazoo—
He is NOT having ANY of it.
Cue Comte slamming his bedroom door open and stomping over while wearing hair curlers and a facial mask and a pink fluffy robe with matching bunny slippers.
“NOT TONIGHT—” he says as he confiscates your kazoo and shoo’s you to your room.
♂️ Sebastian
Tbh he was actually gonna join you until Comte took your kazoo away. Now he just has no reason to risk it.
To move from the clusterfuck that was the day before this one, everyone that needs some chaoticism in their life have these . Im sorry if some dont make sense, I basically just put whoever I thought matched the meme, but anyway, have fun and take care of yourselves peeps.
More alignment charts, but this time they’re of IkeVamp! I included my MC in them too, and there’s a legend that helps you recognize each character, just in case you are unclear. Enjoy! ✨
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((I rearranged another alignment chart for this one.))
A circus that only opens at nightfall. The same cast performs the acts, no matter how many years have passed. Individuals who once came as children recognize the smile of the lion tamer or the confidence of the acrobats, wondering if they are the same people from all those years ago. But of course, such a feat is impossible – even for a circus.
“… And that’s what he said.” Elizabeth took another bite of breakfast into her mouth as she gauged Isaac, Napoleon, and Sebastian’s reactions two days later. “What do you think?”
“It’s certainly curious,” Isaac said, his finger smoothing over the side of his teacup. “But The Illusionist hasn’t given us any reason to doubt him before, has he, Napoleon?”
Napoleon shook his head, letting out a yawn. “I don’t think so. Is it possible that it’s just because you’re not supposed to be here?“
“I sincerely doubt it.” Sebastian said as he reached out for Napoleon’s cup, frowning when he saw it was already empty and filling it with a second serving of coffee. “I received a similar reading when I first agreed to join the circus, too. However, I’ve bonded with the other acrobats and members of the circus since then, as you can see. Then, I joined The Illusionist’s ‘inner circle.’ After that, Shakespeare started to leave me alone.”
“Then I think there’s nothing to worry about,” Isaac said firmly. “He could be referring to something in the past or future, too. You said yourself it was his most vague reading, and I think those things are worthless, anyway. You should just focus on when you can go home.”
“Or count the hours until opening night!” Napoleon smiled at Elizabeth. “Which act do you think you’re going to see first? You’ll have a week to see it all, open to close, so take your time enjoying everything.”
“I don’t know. I definitely want to make sure I see everyone’s acts, though! I know that not all of you have a tent, but that’s not going to stop me! I was also thinking about going on a quest to find all of Vincent’s statues!”
“A noble endeavor,” Sebastian said, raising his glass. “We’ll pool notes at the end of each night. I swear, the circus is still hiding some of them from me.”
The conversation moved to brighter topics then, the four discussing their favorite acts and plans to meet up after their shifts – brimming with excitement as they left breakfast that morning and went about preparing for the hard work ahead.
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The afternoon went by in a flash as Elizabeth was escorted to the circus alongside all the other performers, the tents already constructed upon their arrival. She was thrilled to discover that the process of how such an impressive arena was built would still remain a mystery – even if she had her suspicions about how it was done.
When sundown came and the circus opened, she started to wander through the circus, keeping track of her route as she went. She would always pause to thank the statues she discovered for her hard work. As she passed by some of the circus members, they would offer her a wink or a wave. It always left a skip in her step, as it reminded Elizabeth that she was not merely a patron.
She was part of the circus, if only for a brief time.
She was given her own small area of a tent to share with some of the female acrobats, who swapped stories with her until she could no longer keep her eyes open. They slept the morning away.
The second night arrived, and this time, Elizabeth kept an eye on her watch. Her newfound friends had made plans with her, and as the hands approached one o’clock, she hurried off to Sebastian’s tent – one of the tallest and decked in a rich black and gold – to catch his final act with Napoleon before they ventured out into the circus together.
“I’m glad I wasn’t late,” Napoleon commented as he saw Elizabeth hurrying over. “My lions were acting up tonight. I wasn’t sure if it was that their aide didn’t feed them, or if they didn’t want to perform, but I’d swear one of them tried to bite my hand off.”
“Napoleon!” she gasped. “Are you all right?”
“Completely. I know my lions and stayed in control. But it felt like I was regaining their trust all over again in that act.” He waved it off as they found an empty pair of seats, and Elizabeth was pleased to discover these ones leaned back to allow her to admire the bars and scarves that decorated the spacious canopy of the tent.
“There’s no net,” she murmured. “I still can’t believe they perform without a net.”
“Sebastian let me in on a little secret: they definitely rehearse with one, especially when they’re doing a new act. They find time in the morning and between shows to rehearse it, but when they debut it to the public it’s like they’ve been performing it all their lives.”
“They made it look so magical when I last saw them. But now knowing all the work that goes into it…”
“Does no longer feel like magic because you know the hard work that goes into it?”
“Not at all!” Elizabeth declared. “If anything, knowing all the hard work makes it all the more amazing.” The lights dimmed then, and the audience clapped as the first performers appeared – a pair of performers on the ground. They snapped their fingers, and a pair of rolled-up silks spiraled down from the dark canopy of the tent.
For the opening act, the audience was treated a fierce display of aerial feats. The silk artists climbed up and down the weightless fabric as steady as if they were climbing a solid oak. In the next, acrobats on high soared through the air, featherless and wingless but still appearing as if they were suspended in flight. For the brief moments where hands left the bar or fantastical actors spun down the silk bands, a tense breath would be held – only to be released when they safely seized the hands of another acrobat or they grabbed the next bar.
Napoleon and Elizabeth shared their own silent claps when Sebastian came out, seamlessly joining the other acrobats. It was clear that he was just as proficient as the other performers, despite his earlier insistence that he was “only” the newest member of the ensemble. They could hardly take their eyes off him as he swung through the air without any effort, and Elizabeth reveled in the quiet sense of pride that she knew one of the acrobats performing up high.
In a particularly daring closing act, the acrobats would fly through a single ring with only one bar on either side. They would fly through with ease, grabbing the bar on the other side and swinging for a few moments before going for the platform to exit the “stage.”
Elizabeth and Napoleon watched as Sebastian was the last to follow in the line of acrobats. He flew through the ring with confident ease, hands and arms outstretched.
His fingers did not reach the bar.
The spotlight followed Sebastian as he plummeted downward to the sound of a screaming audience—
— and onto the safety of a black net.
For a moment, there was tense silence. Then, slowly, surely, with the gold of his outfit glittering in the light… he rolled off the net and stood tall and proud. Hesitant applause rose up as he bowed twice, his broad smile convincing enough as he then gestured back up to the acrobats on the edge of the platform and bowed in unison with them. All too quickly, the next act continued – the bars replaced with a tightrope that fascinated the audience once more.
However, Elizabeth’s gaze did not leave Sebastian. She continued to stare, seeing the moment his smile fell away and how he let out a single shaking breath before walking towards the exit. With a quiet urge to Napoleon, the two followed him outside.
Sebastian turned as they approached, biting his lip. “I knew I wasn’t going to reach the bar. My fingers hardly grazed it, but I felt like I knew it was going to happen as soon as I got into the air. If not before. It was the strangest sensation. For a moment, it was fine… then I realized it wasn’t.”
“And the net?” Napoleon frowned. “That wasn’t there when the act started. And I doubt it was just blending in with the black of the floor.”
Sebastian shook his head. “It wasn’t. We never have a net. That’s what marvels our audiences and keeps them coming back, after all.”
Elizabeth reached out, taking Sebastian’s hands in hers. “Then I’m glad someone put a net out there, whenever it was.”
“I would credit The Illusionist, but he wasn’t in the audience. He’s doing a show right now.” Sebastian shook his head. “It might have been someone else. Or maybe it was always there, if we forgot to take it down…”
Nobody said a word for a moment, only allowing Sebastian the moment to gather himself before excusing himself to change with the promise to be back in a couple minutes. Napoleon sighed as he watched Sebastian run back around the tent.
“I’m worried. It’s not like anybody to make mistakes in this circus, whether it’s leaving the net out or him not reaching the bar. I wonder if we’re all on edge because you’re watching us.”
“Napoleon! That’s not funny.” Elizabeth frowned. “Sebastian could have died if that net wasn’t there!”
“And that’s the strangest thing. We know the net wasn’t there. I’ll bet you it was The Illusionist. Show or not, he’s always watching the circus in the back of his mind, I’d guarantee it. The man’s more powerful than he’ll ever say aloud, and this is one of the times where we can acknowledge that.”
“I agree. Even I still don’t know enough… I trust what I’ve seen. I know what you mean.”
Sebastian appeared a couple minutes later, dressed far more casually than the glittering gold and black outfit he had worn for his performance. His expression was still weary, and Napoleon reached out to clap his shoulder.
“Look! Let’s take a break. Not go in any tents for now.” Napoleon pointed down the lane toward a raised platform, where an audience was gathered to observe the performer above. “We can watch an act outside. Jean’s just over there, and his acts are incredibly good when he decides to come out and do one.”
“That sounds like a good idea,” Sebastian said, nodding once. “His acts are genuine and fascinating. Have you seen his acts yet, Elizabeth?”
“Not yet! What does he do?”
“Jean’s an expert juggler and sword swallower,” Napoleon explained as they started walking over to join the crowd. “I think he’s also got a few other tricks under his belt, but sword tricks have been his niche recently. He’s also pitched some faux sword fights with me, and we’re working on a routine with Theo and Arthur now.”
“That sounds cool! I hope you’re still performing it when I come back.”
“We could even run a rehearsal before you leave,” Napoleon offered as they came to a stop towards the back of the crowd. Elizabeth was thankful for the raised platform, as it allowed all the audience to see Jean as he stood proud on the podium. His one visible eye watched the audience below, his body hardly moving as more audience members gathered.
When the number appeared suitable, Jean unbuckled the belt at his waist and drew the sword from its sheath. He dropped it aside as he held the glittering blade aloft and tilted his head back.
“The sword swallowing act has always looked so scary!” Elizabeth gasped as she watched Jean slowly steady his breathing.
“Would it make you feel better if you knew how it was done?” Sebastian whispered, only to be swatted away. “What?”
“Absolutelynot!” Keeping her eyes fixed on Jean, Elizabeth knew she didn’t want to miss a moment of this act.
It was as if the circus itself had gone silent to allow Jean to focus. There was no music from a nearby tent, or the sounds of conversations as people walked by. Despite the public area, it was as if the moment was trapped inside an untouched bubble.
Then, the audience gasped in tandem as he slid the sword down his throat. He held the sword there for a full minute, unmoving and unflinching. Then, without any flourishes, he slowly drew it back out again. As it reached its peak, Elizabeth felt like she could breathe once more.
The sword slipped from his fingers the next instant.
Jean instinctively recoiled before forcing his upper body to keep straight, catching the blade of the sword in his fingers. He yanked the blade out from his mouth in one swift motion and dropped it to the ground. The audience screamed as he fell to his knees and bent over the side of the platform, coughing up a proper amount of blood.
Many stepped back, and some even looked as if they were going to run to find assistance – before Jean pausing for a moment to wipe his lip on a white glove and call out:
“Do not leave just yet.” He pulled himself to his feet in a slow, deliberate fashion… and then stood confident and proud before the audience. He linked eyes Elizabeth before relaxing into a smile, gesturing to the audience.
“Even a mere slip cannot kill a sword-swallower. See for yourselves.” He turned about, and his voice was still strong. “We cheat death every time we perform, and marvel our crowds by cheating with pockets of faux blood in our cheek. And yet, for a moment, did it not fool you all?”
As his final word faded into the air and into silence, the audience eventually broke out into hesitant, smattered applause. Some still appeared doubtful, sticking back to keep an eye on Jean. He went about his work as if nothing was amiss, wiping off the bloodied sword and returning it to the sheath. Balls were returned to their bag and he jumped off the podium with ease. That seemed to convince the last of them, and soon, all of them were gone – save for Elizabeth, Sebastian, and Napoleon.
“So he’s all right?” she asked, slowly. Neither man answered as Jean came closer, offering a weak smile.
“Mademoiselle. Could you hold these?” He passed Elizabeth his sword and bag – and as soon as she had them, he fell to his knees once more.
Napoleon swore aggressively as he and Sebastian rushed to his sides, lifting him to his feet. “I knew you were faking it! How much do you think it stabbed through? Come on, we have to get him backstage. Elizabeth, let’s go!”
Sebastian and Napoleon took an arm each as they hurried Jean through the winding maze of tents, Elizabeth two steps behind as they vanished from the crowds. As they flung themselves into one tent, Isaac and Leonardo looked up.
“Jean!” Napoleon declared before they could ask. “He’s been badly hurt.”
“What happened?” Leonardo asked as Isaac blanched, hurrying to clear off the papers and spare parts strewn across a sofa.
“The sword slipped from his fingers. It went back into his body, but we’re not sure how deep it went…” Sebastian trailed off as they laid Jean down. “He coughed up blood and possibly injured some organs. Will his body need additional help to get through this?”
“Not sure. Éternité is a fickle mistress. I know we hate using magical supplements to encourage it, but it might be the safest option for him. Isaac, where’s the rogue?”
“Already got it.” Isaac passed over a glass bottle filled with vicious red liquid. “There’s blanc on hand too, to supplement it if necessary. Let me know if we should give him other supplements, or should call Arthur back here to work his magic.”
“Thanks. Arthur’s not a bad call for something as grave as this. Napoleon, go get him.” Leonardo yanked the cork out with his pocketknife and passed the bottle to Sebastian, who delicately opened Jean’s jaw and tipped the contents in. A hacking cough left Jean a moment later, and Leonardo rested a hand on his stomach as Sebastian tipped the last of the bottle down.
“You need to swallow it, Jean,” Leonardo said. “I know you hate it because we’d do it every time we found you trying to get out of this agreement, but you gotta try this one time so we don’t scare the poor little lady with us.”
Jean’s shoulders relaxed at that, and he let out a shaking breath as his eye opened. “That’s true. I wouldn’t want this to be her last impression of the circus. My apologies, mademoiselle.I’ve frightened you.”
“It’s fine, I just… I hope you’ll make it.” She hiccupped as tears finally started to flow. “Just— just— between this and what happened with you, Sebastian, if anyone dies—”
“What’s that mean, cara mia?” Leonardo’s eyes narrowed. “What happened with Sebastian’s act?”
“I didn’t make it to my bar,” Sebastian explained. “I should have made it, but I knew the section I reached out for it that I wasn’t going to grab it.”
“There was also the net that wasn’t there that managed to catch you,” Elizabeth added. “And oh! Napoleon, he had something with his lions, where they were more aggressive than usual…” Elizabeth trailed off as she noticed Leonardo’s face had paled. “Leonardo?”
“We need to tell The Illusionist. Let’s go.”
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An emergency summons occurred just after six o’clock in the morning, most of the inner circle gathered in The Illusionist’s private tent. Most of the members had found a place to sit, and The Illusionist stood in the center. Elizabeth watched him as he stood completely still, his features grave, and as the last members walked in – Napoleon supporting a weary-looking Jean – he started his speech.
“Last night, mysterious incidents started occurring all throughout the circus. After hearing the three initial reports from Napoleon, Sebastian, and Jean, I approached some other members and discovered that more had happened than I anticipated. While I was aware of some of them and had a hand in preventing some of the more dangerous accidents, I am fearful that the scope of this influence was greater than expected.”
“Do you think someone’s trying to sabotage the circus?” Arthur asked first. “And that all of this is connected somehow?”
“If someone is, then this is a coordinated effort that involves magic,” Isaac pointed out. “Some of the incidents were related to inventions that Leonardo and I created, which are impossible to break unless you have the right tools or abilities.”
“And what of the others?” Shakespeare said, his quiet voice carrying over the gathered crowd and quieting any who briefly considered speaking up. “Those were mistakes. And the fine folk of this circus do not make mistakes. Surely, you do not believe this string of accidents is all happenstance?”
Leonardo made a face, but nodded in agreement. “Like Isaac said. Too much happened to call it coincidence.”
Shakespeare tapped his chin, smiling wide. “They never happened before our little guest showed up.”
“That’s malicious!” Theo shouted suddenly, Vincent’s arm going to rest on his and keep him in his seat. “You know that she’s not responsible!”
Isaac’s lip trembled, but he held his ground. “She couldn’t have gotten into any of our inventions. She’s not like us.”
“And how do you know?”
Leonardo put on a hand on Isaac’s shoulder, giving Shakespeare a pointed look. “Because we do. These attacks were also too wide-spread and precise. A majority of the actors, like Sebastian and Jean, could tell their very bodies were being manipulated. If she’s responsible, then she’s a more powerful magician than The Illusionist, and that’s simply not possible.”
Shakespeare watched Leonardo for one long moment, then shrugged and looked to The Illusionist. “Then what will you have us do, sir?”
“My first declaration is this. Our guest is a victim of these attacks – not a perpetrator. Therefore, to those who work backstage: I want eyes on Elizabeth at all times. As a non-circus member, she may be more susceptible to the attacks. Sebastian, arrange a rotation schedule.”
“Done,” his right hand answered.
“Second, for Isaac and Leonardo. On top of fixing your other inventions, I will need you to devise something for me as soon as possible.” He snapped his fingers, a long sheet of paper rolling off his desk and into Leonardo’s hands. “It will take your combined efforts and haste, but please take care in creating it.”
The pair quickly scanned the instructions and nodded. “Got it.”
“Lastly, for everyone: be on the look-out for mysterious persons at the circus. As you speculated, there may be someone with a higher level of magic attempting to sabotage us. I will need all members available to monitor fellow performers and report to me if something goes wrong. Am I understood?”
“Understood,” the room answered.
“Excellent. Dismissed.”
Murmurs rose up as the members went to leave the tent. Sebastian stuck with Elizabeth, offering to let her stick with him or Napoleon until he drew up the rotation shifts. Then, as he stuck a hand into his pocket, he frowned and pulled a small paper out.
“I should have known.” Casting a glance back at the mostly empty tent, he noticed The Illusionist moving two chairs closer to one another as Leonardo settled into one of them. “It appears The Illusionist has asked us to bring some tea back for his meeting with Mr. Leonardo.”
Elizabeth examined the paper as they walked. “Is there something about Mr. Leonardo that makes him more important than the other circus members?”
“Something to that effect. He is one the most trusted among the upper circus staff and is confided in more than the rest of us. Now, have you ever seen this tent before?” He pointed at a small, unassuming tent, the fabric a deep rich brown decorated with a latticework pattern. Sebastian lifted the curtain to allow her inside, and Elizabeth’s eyes widened.
“There’s a tent for tea?” A tall tree arched just over their heads, the branches dangling with several multicolored bunches of leaves. In the center of the tent was a modestly sized brewing station, copper pots and blue-fire burners at the ready. Small couches and tables decorated the perimeter, with a few sparse chalkboards covered in drawings of specific leaf shapes and suggested steeping times.
“The idea was mine, I must confess,” Sebastian said as he examined all the leaves overhead. “I’m afraid I complained to Mr. Arthur once about all their varied tastes, and he took it upon himself to design this concept for me. The leaves are from all over the world, and at some point, patrons started approaching the tent as an attraction. It’s a respite – a spot to rest while still within the circus.”
“I see.” Elizabeth watched as Sebastian picked two different batches and put them into a provided bag, then picked one of the teapots and dropped it in. “Still, that was very nice of him to do for you. It must make things much easier.”
“It is one of the perks of this circus. We all look out for one another.” Sebastian smiled sadly. “I am proud to be part of it, even if it meant giving up so much to do so. It was nothing prominent in my eyes,” he added as Elizabeth frowned, “but some might see it as such.”
“Was it family? A home?”
“Whatever it was, Elizabeth, it pales in comparison to what I have found here.”
She chose to not pry further, following Sebastian as they quick ducked out of the tent and returned with a tea set and tray – Sebastian insisting that the ones in this tent should stay there. She helped arrange the tray with some fancy biscuits they had also brought before allowing him to carry it back to The Illusionist’s tent, Elizabeth sticking a step behind.
As they walked through the circus once more, she mused on how different it looked in the early morning daylight, compared to the mystique of the night. It was a scene she appreciated anew each opening and close, knowing how little time she had left.
I only have a few days left, huh? Before I have to leave. As they rounded the corner to The Illusionist’s tent, she let out a wistful sigh. It really was all a coincidence, huh? The circus coming to a nearby town, and how I ended up on their train—
“It wasn’t a coincidence that she ended up on our train, Leonardo.”
Elizabeth froze as The Illusionist’s voice reached her ears. Before Sebastian could ask what was wrong, they both heard Leonardo’s muffled reply:
“Of course it wasn’t. But to keep her this safe and not send her home… you know he’s after something. And you’re in worse shape than usual after tonight. Running this circus always takes a toll on you, but—”
“I’mfine,Leonardo. Stop fussing over me. I am perfectly capable of keeping this circus running on my own and resisting whatever he’s trying to stir up by putting the girl on my train.”
“But you know what she is. I feel it too, old friend, and we can’t deny it. She’s part of his goal.”
They heard The Illusionist let out a shuddering sigh. “And that is precisely why I refuse to extend an invitation. But fine. I’ll tell the members of the circus a basic description. White hair, red eyes, summon me if you see…”
His following words faded as Elizabeth’s mind repeated his description.
White hair. Red eyes.
White hair. Red eyes.
White hair.
Red—
The memory returned to Elizabeth in a gasping rush. She flung the curtain aside as she ran into the tent, declaring:
“That man pushed me onto your train!”
Leonardo and The Illusionist looked up in surprise as Sebastian hurried in behind her, the teacups rattling on the tray. All stared at her for a moment, wide-eyed.
“Elizabeth,” The Illusionist finally said, slowly, “Are you telling me that somebody forced you onto my train?”
“Yes— Yes, and I don’t know how I forgot. There was a man with white hair and red eyes, he tripped over my bag. After we had picked up everything, he told me that we were going to be late for our train and hustled us to the platform. The clock said it was close to the departure time, but… I knew something was strange when he never got on behind me. It must have been your train.”
“Leonardo. Sebastian.” The Illusionist’s tone was strict, dire. “Inform the others immediately. We will be stopping at him at all costs, and Elizabeth is not to be let out of sight.” He stood from his chair, sweeping towards the exit. “I am not going to let another person be hurt by his cruel games.”
Wow good evening everybody, would you believe that #ShookspeareRoyalRomance is finally back?! I took a long break from this mini series over the last 2(ish) month but, we’re in the home stretch now ^^ With only 4 more suitors left after this upload! I hope you guys are as excited for this as I am - and it also means that there will be my 5th mini series coming soon, too~
- JJ x
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Another Suitor,Sebastian
Princess MC giggled and fanned her face as Prince Napoleon took her hand in his own and kissed her knuckles carefully, while Prince Sebastian scowled quietly to himself in the corner. Sebastian didn’t much care for court parties, especially not ones where he knew his former lover and best friend would be in attendance together but, his grey eyes watched on nonetheless, jealousy painted across his face like the blush on MC’s own cheeks. He sighed, his eyebrows pointed downward when his loyal friend and cousin Prince Dazai approached him, “Sebas? You look unsettled.”
“You would too if you could see what I’m seeing,” the younger prince grumbled before taking a long sip of his red wine, still staring at MC whilst his heart beat painfully and she laughed unaware of his yearning, “Dazai, what should I do?” Sebastian asked but when he turned around to meet his cousin’s gaze, the older man was nowhere to be seen - like he’d vanished into thin air. He lifted his gaze back to watch the ballroom where on the other side of the hall, the prince saw his eccentric cousin speaking to Princess MC and taking her arm in his own and leading her out of sight. It was then that Sebastian noticed a small note that had been placed in his lap - in Dazai’s handwriting, of course - it simply read, “Rose garden,” and before he knew it, Sebastian’s legs were carrying him in the direction of the gardens.
Prince Sebastian stepped out in the rose garden and the cold air seemed to warm instantly when he saw MC: She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen in her champagne pink evening gown, her hair styled down and her lips lightly rouged. Princess MC stood up and closed the gap between herself and Sebastian, offering him her hand to kiss before curtsying politely to greet him, “Good evening, Prince Sebastian.”
“A pleasure to see you again, Princess MC,” he replied a little awkwardly as he bowed lowly to her, meeting her eyes with his own steely grey pair when he stood back up, “You look ravishing tonight.”
“You say that to all the noble ladies, I’m sure,” the princess rolled her twinkling eyes.
“No, your majesty.” Sebastian knelt before her and held onto both of her hands carefully, gazing up at the young woman hopefully. He confessed, “I have never met a more beautiful, kind and clever woman in my life. Princess, my heart belongs to you and you alone, I assure you.”
“How bold of you, Sir,” MC smiled softly but before long, her expression saddened into something solemn and resigned, and she sighed, drawing her hands away from the prince who wore his heart on his sleeve, “Your highness, I am to be wed to his grace Prince Napoleon. As much as I love you,” the princess’ eyes filled with tears which Sebastian quickly stood up to wipe away with his handkerchief, “We’re not children anymore. Sebas, politics determines I must marry him.”
“Of course I mean no ill to Prince Napoleon but,” Sebastian felt his heart brimming with determination as he took MC’s waist into his gloved hands and squeezed her sides carefully, just as he used to do when the pair were happy together - before Napoleon came into the picture - “But tell me, Princess, what can I say to convince you that you are making a mistake with him? What can I offer you for you to take me back?” The prince brought his left hand up to his one true love’s cheek and cradled it gently, gazing into her eyes and hoping she could see the sea of love which flowed within him for her.
“Walk with me?” MC’s voice was quiet, unsure as she asked.
“To the ends of the earth if you wished me to,” he took her hand and squeezed reassuringly before he led her deeper into the gardens, passing pristine roses and perfect chrysanthemums as they walked. The couple walked in silence, the sounds of the party long forgotten when they stopped beside a small patch of white lilies,
“You kept them?” The princess knelt down to touch the flowers’ petals delicately, her eyes slightly widened at the sight of her flower, the symbol on her personal crest. She laughed a little self-deprecatingly, “I thought you would’ve had them dug out and replaced.”
“And take you from my garden? My lady,” Sebastian offered MC his hand but the princess stumbled over her high heels, falling forward and on top of Sebastian who landed on his back in the grass with a soft thud. The prince grinned up at MC who was straddling his waist, letting one of his hands linger on her side and the other reach up to caress her hair, “My lady the day I lose sight of you is the day I cease to see anything. You are my entire world.”
Princess MC gasped softly, blushing at Prince Sebastian’s admission as she felt the tears begin to well up in her eyes again, “I’ve been so blind,” she whimpered, lowering her torso to hug her former lover tightly; a hug that was returned without hesitation. “I- I,” the young lady was crying against Sebastian’s fine suit now, her breath ragged and her heart beating hard in her chest, “I’ve loved you all this t-time, Sebas.”
“And I’ve waited for you, Princess,” his hand stroked her smooth hair, his steady pulse skipping like skimming stones across a lake when MC pulled back to press a kiss to his yearning lips. Sebastian reciprocated her kiss, his slate grey eyes closing before as he continued to kiss her as he’d been longing to over the agonisingly long year that she had been seeing her other suitor, his hands now both cradling her face. The young man broke away from his ladylove’s lips, smiling at her with all of his natural charm, “Stay with me, MC. Don’t return to France on that man’s arm with his ring on your finger. Instead,” Sebastian rolled the pair of them over so he now hovered above his beloved, pulling a simple golden ring adorned with a single sapphire from his breast pocket, “Please accept this.”
“My ring …” the princess gasped in awe, nodding carefully and breaking out into the brightest of smiles when the prince slid the ring onto her left ring finger, “You kept it with you?”
“As I said,” Prince Sebastian grinned, kissing the ring in its rightful place on MC’s hand before placing another kiss onto her lips, “I’ve been waiting for you to return to my arms.”
how lucky they had a perfectly angled tumble~ just lips bumping haha. would’ve been way worse if they bumped noses or foreheads or something else that’s painful ( ˙▿˙ )
This is a repost of a request! I hope you guys and the requester @ifthiswingscouldfly enjoy this ask once again.
Napoleon Bonaparte, there was not a day he could go without kissing you. In the mornings, when you’d wake up later than him, the lazy mornings are filled with slow kisses as he trailed those kisses over your neck and ears, loving the way you curled up to him as he wrapped his larger arm around you. His kisses are longing, slow, but always filled with love for you.
Isaac Newton, his kisses are not without hesitation. His usual affections consist of holding your hand, or leaning on your shoulder once he tires of his research. Isaac’s kisses… are for those moments when he truly desires you. In those moments he wishes to see no one but you, he holds your waist in one hand with another hand drawing you up to lock you in his kiss.
Arthur Conan Doyle, how he loves to kiss you to tease you. His kisses are quick, his soft lips making your skin flutter as you were held in his lap. You’d always feel the warm goosebumps as the coffee scent of Arthur began imprinting onto you, but how could you resist the gentleman when he’d always kiss your hand when he greets you? Or, in his bed, the melting kisses that simply draw you into him…
Dazai Osamu, his kisses favour towards kisses that surprise you, often kissing you before he leaves or when he arrives. The quick pecks on your nose, the breath of his whisper to the kiss on the tips of your ear, the press of his lips to the corner of your mouth… Those feelings would warm you up throughout the day, but his favourites would be the longing lip lock he gives you only in your shared bedroom.
Theodorus Van Gogh, to him, kisses are a form of reassurance. Morning kisses goodbye meant that you were wishing him well. Kisses to the tips of your fingers are promises to return to you. Kisses to your forehead are his way of telling that everything will be alright. Kisses to your neck are promises that he’ll spend the night with you. His most intimate kiss, to your ring finger, is a promise to wed you.
Vincent Van Gogh, he has the urge to kiss you every day. Not so much as a requirement from you, but a need for him. Whether it be a kiss to your forehead, a kiss to your palm or a loving kiss to your lips, it’s a need that he ever so indulges in. In those times where you allow to give him one bite, he’ll compensate you by a thousand fold in kisses instead. It’s locked in his heart, but the kiss he anticipates the most is the one he gets to share with you once you’re married.
Leonardo Da Vinci, how he’s a fan of lazy kisses. His kisses are slow, meaningful, and usually given with much care and thought. On days he’s active, he gives the quick kiss on the cheek as a farewell. However, having you in his arms, your head against his chest as you both drift off into a siesta. Just as you wake up, he bestows a very sleepy kiss as he holds you closer, perhaps for another nap session…
Jean D'Arc, his kisses are only given when he’s alone with you. He’ll do anything else to keep you close, for others to understand that he was yours whether it be holding your hand or standing next to you. How his heart flutters when he has you in his bed, and you grant him a kiss before sleeping. The most honorable of kisses to him would be when he bends the knee, your hand to his lips as he swears to be your knight forever.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, his kisses are secretive yet filled with such passion that it causes you to get dizzy at times. Even when you two are alone, he keeps his kisses for the most intimate of moments, when he’s desperate for your touch, and when he needs to confide in you. His kisses are feverish, as his kiss demands for more of you with his arms wrapped around you.
Sebastian, his kisses are quick throughout the day, as both of you are busy. Often no one notices them, but he’ll peck your forehead instead of flicking it when you do a good job. Kisses that he finds pleasure in giving are when you’re on his lap, and he has your neck tilted to pepper kisses up along your neck to your jaw, smothering you in affection when you two are alone.
Comte Saint Germain, he shamelessly loves to kiss you. In his office, he doesn’t mind whoever walks in when he has you there, loving him so passionately. He often leans to kiss the tips of your ears as a way of teasing, or kissing the edges of your wrists as a way of promising you. The kiss on your lips that leave you breathless however, is a special promise from him to give you even more throughout the night.
William Shakespeare, doesn’t typically initiate kisses. They’re sacred to him, as if you two would only be united by true love’s kiss as the story goes. He’s no stranger to physical affection, but he’d never let anyone see him kiss you. It’s his personal method of devotion, as he’s on his knees to kiss your palm before your bed, finally pressing his own lips against yours.
Vlad, his kisses signify that you’re his and he’s yours. It’s almost as a status symbol, the way he leans to press a kiss to your forehead as his one arm is by your waist. For as much as your relationship was public, he loves to sneak kisses the way he used to when he was courting you, where he’d be on the window sill to sneak a kiss, or in the garden alone, as he uses his large coat to shield you both as he locks lips with you.
Johann Georg Faust, he was a prideful man, a smug one at that. How impressive it was, to see him fall apart at your kisses, to see his arms immediately coddle you as you bestow him a kiss, standing at the ball of your foot to reach him, his large hand cradling your head to deepen the kiss. It’s an action he’d only allow with you saying you want it, he’s not one for surprise kisses for as much as you were his own precious surprise.
Charles-Henri Sanson, he’s utterly shameless with his kiss. Sometimes when Faust demands to talk to him, he’d busy himself buried in the crook of your neck, peppering butterfly kisses up and down before reaching your collarbone, further busying himself with the scent of you. All he wants is to trap you in his arms as he deepens the kiss between you two, his soft hairs tickling your cheek…
Disclaimer: Original characters are the rightful property of Cybird. I do not claim them as my own.
Word Count: 600 words
Warnings: None. Fluff/Angst
He didn’t want to admit how anxious he was anytime he cleaned Le Comte’s office. Or when he found you in the long hallway just outside his master’s door. He’d walked that path thousand times without a thought.
Yet, the thought of you checking on it… seeing how much time you had left? That seemed to change what had felt normal to him for so long.
He had dusted every surface of that room numberless times. Gathered the remains of tea to take to the kitchen. He had often guided visitors to and from the elegantly furnished room. Always making certain each person was properly attended during their journey. That they didn’t lose their way.
He realized his hand had stopped moving as he dusted, and he glanced at the hourglass.
Would this journey—this visit—end the same way? With him gently guiding you to the door and seeing you take the first few steps out of his care? To begin your journey home?
As that question sat in the silence of the room, he watched the shifting sands slip through the passage of the narrow neck. Each grain representing one of the few moments he still had here with you.
He was tempted to reach out a hand and just… stop that flow. Just for a few minutes while he was here.
He sighed and turned away from the temptation. Finishing his cleaning and taking yet another tray of cold tea to the kitchen.
“Sebastian?” Your voice caught him off guard and, setting down the tray, he turned to greet you. Offering you the casual smile he always gave Le Comte’s guests when they arrived at the mansion.
“Did you need something?” He asked gently.
He was rarely openly affectionate toward you. He needed to remain professional while he was working. So, he saved casually amorous actions for private moments. He had always been extremely careful about such things and—
“I…” You hesitated. Confusion flickering in your eyes for a moment before you stepped closer. Wrapping your arms around him and hugging him close.
Your actions surprised him.
“Are you unwell? Or is something amiss?” He asks you anxiously. A hesitant hand moving to your shoulder. Silently encouraging you to move closer and ever so gently returning your embrace.
“No, Sebastian. I am well. It’s just… you looked sad.” You sighed hugging him a little tighter before letting go. “I’m sorry. Maybe I was mistaken. I didn’t mean to worry you.”
He feels a sense of longing at your words. A longing to have you here in this kitchen saying this to him weeks from now, even months from now. But, that isn’t his decision to make.
He hesitantly reaches up brushing a fingertip across your cheek.
“Keep in mind I’m not another porcelain vase you need to dust, Sebas? If something is wrong you can tell me. Okay?”
“I am well… you are here after all.” He says with a smile.
As his hand falls away you reach out and catch it. Giving it a gentle squeeze.
With those words you let go of his hand and walked away. Leaving him to contemplate how-with only a few words and actions-your presence had indeed improved his current well-being. Making the words he said to you even more true than when they were spoken.
That thought kept him company as he went to work on his next task. Following him throughout the day like Vik would as he Chased Master Arthur’s heels. Warning away the gloom of the shifting sands of the hourglass.
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I’m planning to feature three characters (One from each fandom) to say THANK YOU!!! Your support means so much to me!!
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Sebastian from Ikemen Vampire
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Simeon from Obey Me
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