Impey Barbicane - Plays the crane game to win a toy for Cardia. After a string of failures, declares he's had it with the machine. Locates the access hatch and crawls inside. Gets stuck. Bangs on glass and cries until a security guard lets him out.
Abraham Van Helsing - After prolonged puppy-dog staring on Delly's part, Van Helsing accepts his request to win him the grand prize in a duck shooting game. Unwilling to fall victim to the chicanery of rigged carnival games, Van Hellsing dispatches the cardboard water fowl with his own firearm. 7 shots from a 12 gauge-shotgun later, Delly is the proud owner of a 4 foot tall corgi plushie.
Victor Frankenstein - Latest pet-project is the enlargment of vegetables through the administration of his specially formulated growth tonic. His pride and joy is a six foot tall clove of garlic, which wins first prize in its category at the fair. His happiness is shortlived however when Impey, in a fit of panic wrought by his innate vampire instincts, takes a sledgehammer to it.
Saint Germain - In the days leading up to the fair, answers a "Help Wanted" ad for a "Magician's Lovely Assistant".
The call put out requests a "mysterious fair-haired beauty with shapely legs and bewitching eyes, who is capable of diverting audience attention away from a magician's sleights of hand".*
*("Preference shown towards applicants who bring their own top hats ". )
While not what the magician was expecting, Saint Germain's interviewer acknowledges that it would be a violation of The 19th Century Equal Opportunities Act to turn away someone who fulfilled all the specified application criteria, and offers him the job.
Arsène Lupin - Curious as to why posters around town feature his landlord donning fishnets and a tuxedo leotard, Lupin acquires a ticket to the fair's magic show.
Tragedy strikes when the magician must be escorted off-stage as the performance goes awry and his lovely assistant is sawed clean in half. Lupin leaps at the chance to fill in, magicianal skullduggery and thievery requiring a similar skillset.
For his final trick, he asks for the car keys of the most gaudy looking member of the audience. The stage curtain is lowered, and then raised. True to his word, Lupin has disappeared - the only clue to his whereabouts being the distant revving of a 1926 Bentley engine.
Match ups are still open, but I wanted to try a new style of writing exercise. So! You choose any subject/situation/etc you want headcanons and for who (you can do the whole main cast). And I'll yeet it out to you (Warning: I'm an amateur and I have slow updates)
Hi! Can I request this: if the guys (+ Sholmes & Finis) had to be the hero of a classic fairytale with Cardia, which one would it be? I personally think the elder sister from The Fairy by Perrault perfectly fits for Finis, aha!
This was a fascinating request! It proved to be quite a challenge for us. Apparently we need to brush up on our fairytales! Here are our collaborated results. Mod Nautilus found Impey’s, Van’s and Finis. We both came up with Lupin’s. Fran, Saint and Sholmes are from Mod Apostle. We hope you enjoy them!
—Mod Apostle
Lupin:
Sleeping Beauty.
The handsome prince must rescue the sleeping princess from the tower and pretty much falls in love with her at first sight. Plus he also has to fight a dragon and … yeah. Finis is like a dragon, right? No? Isaac, then?
The prince must fight his way to the tower to ‘awaken’ his sleeping princess. That is hard to beat for Lupin.
A prince cursed by a wicked parental figure to take on a standoffish and dangerous form—though in Cardia and Van’s case, it’s the shell he built up after the Vampire War. It takes Cardia’s determination and love to break through the shell and match wits against the true identity of Azoth!
(Mod Apostle thinks this fairytale works quite well for Saint, too.)
Fran:
“The Snow Queen.”
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Snow_Queen
The heroine must save Fran from the machinations of the cold hearted queen Victoria. It could be said to work in reverse, as well, with Fran saving Cardia in return.
A craftsman, as opposed to a knight, defeats a terrifying dragon using his brains instead of his sword. He outsmarts the villain and saves the kingdom, much like Impey had to do (though I seem to recall a pretty grand roundhouse kick or two…)
Saint:
I (Mod Apostle) researched for many hours, but nothing really fit perfectly. So, here is my somewhat unsatisfactory list that fit various aspects of Saint and his story:
“Beauty and the Beast.”
The most obvious choice is Beauty and the Beast. Cardia is captured by the cursed Saint, but her steadfast love breaks his cursed chains and sets him free.
Cardia must battle the old witch Omnibus to break the curse and allow Saint to live as a person.
An old German fairytale that rang especially true for the heroine’s resourcefulness and courage in defeating the witch.
“Snow White”
The fairytale for all occasions, would see Saint work well in the Huntsman’s role. Saint is tasked to kill Snow White by the wicked queen’s command, but finds he can’t and helps set her free. This works for him especially well in the anime and Lupin’s route.
Sholmes:
Snow White
Aleister as the evil jealous queen poisons the heroine and Sholmes must find the antidote to awaken her.
Finis:
Pinocchio
A boy becomes real with help from a blue (glowing horologium) fairy.
Finis and Cardia:
I (mod Apostle) feels like this is too obvious, but... Hansel and Gretel. In the original tale, the brother and sister are abandoned by their parents and OUTWIT the wicked witch to triumph over evil. The story is coded into the Finis route with Hansel coming to the twins’ (eventual) rescue.
Some Quintessence naughtiness!! Cardia Blackwell: D, T, V Sisi (THE GIRL NOT THE DOG... I think she might be my fave /)//v//(\ ) : E, F, G, W <3 <3 <3 <3 Carlotta: Y, Z
Yay! With great pleasure!
These asks are related to my Contemporary AU fic “Quintessence” which I still need to write a proper summary for and post publically. (It is available on request if you don’t mind a description instead of a truly elegant summary.) It follows the reborn soul of Cardia and the decendents of the Lupin Gang (along with the immortal and long lived members of the Gang.) Since only two people have read it so far, I’m putting this behind a cut.
Cardia Blackwell:
D: Dirty Secret. At first I was like ??? Cardia is very much a virgin. She has fiercely suppressed all desire for a lover, thinking such things forever impossible for her to have. But… when I did a little digging…
Cardia went to Egypt when she was 18 with her Advanced Ancient Studies group. While there, they visited a newly excavated cave dwelling that she heard of through her alchemy connections. The caves were empty except for three pieces of stone furniture, a workbench, a chair, and a raised bed, all clearly and beautifully carved with some of the most ancient symbols of alchemy known. Cardia was mesmerized by them, but was only able to do a few rubbings and take pictures to examine later before they had to leave.
She was examining the photos late that night when she noticed a familiar symbol on the stone table— Hermes Trismegistus own ancient personal signature.
It was one of Cardia’s most cherished desires to visit one of Hermes Trismegistus’s laboratories. Not stopping to think… Certainly not acting at all like the serious, mature teenager known by her teachers and classmates, she crept back to Hermes laboratory with her chemical kit. Her goal to find out when Hermes had lived there.
She finished her work, but couldn’t make herself leave. She could almost see a tall, beautiful man in robes working at the bench making medicinal elixirs. She could feel his presence in the cave. She wondered what it might be like to have lived there with him— the only man she had ever desired at that point. She laid down on Hermes‘ bed and, caught up in the enchantment of the moment, masturbated to a spectacular orgasm… and fell asleep.
She dreamed (???) that she heard a deep sigh, “It has been much too long since these eyes and walls have seen such a sight.” she felt a big hand stroking her head and a soft touch on her lips, “It is all right. Be at peace, you precious soul.”
She awoke from a very sweet dream two hours later and returned to her absolutely mortified senses. She pulled up her jeans, scrambled to pick up her chemical kit and bolted out the door, feeling a confusing mixture of elation and mortal embarrassment.
The next day Cardia found a beautiful emerald cabochon finely etched with Hermes symbol in the pocket of her jeans that she DEFINITELY didn’t remember picking up. She was afraid to test its age and authenticity. She is still horribly ashamed for pleasuring herself in Hermes laboratory, but if she could ever admit it, it was the most daring and thrilling moment of her life before she met Saint.
I sometimes wonder if she might have crushed a little on Fran as a teen- a gentle alchemy professor who she trusted completely… but I haven’t gotten that from her yet. It was only Hermes that she wanted! (Though in her imagination he sometimes looked more like Saint. Especially in her dreams.)
She still carries the emerald in her purse to the present day. I want Noreen to get the truth out of her someday!
T: Toys. Once she is with Saint, he will be all she needs. Saint doesn’t have much use for devices, but he sometimes enjoys using pieces of fruit or other edible things to stimulate her. She was horrified at first! She doesn’t want to admit that she especially likes the way melon pieces feel…
Before Saint, she had a small vibrator that she received as a gag yankee swap gift at her bookstore. She told her coworkers she threw it away, but secretly she kept it… She probably even named it. I haven’t gotten the name out of her yet. I expect it to be pretentious and Latin, though.
V: Vocal: Cardia is usually very quiet, making only soft gasps, sighs and quiet moans. She doesn’t speak much until she’s close to coming and then just repeats Saint’s name over and over, rarely anything else. Saint absolutely cherishes the sound of her voice when she whispers his name that way. She sometimes cries when they make love. Often they both do.
Sisi Barbicane:
E: Experience: Very little. None of it good. Being a vampire among humans is very hard for Sisi. Most humans are either afraid of vampires or fetishize them. Sisi has a warm heart and can be overly trusting, but she is pretty shy when it comes to romantic relationships. She was seduced by a teammate as a teenager, but it turned out he was dared by his buddies to find out if it was true that having sex with a vampire would give him special powers. He dumped her pretty fast when he found out she was just a physically strong, vulnerable girl with fangs. He spread rumors that she was a whore and a fake vampire. She was terribly hurt and hasn’t been involved with anyone since.
(That teammate left the team soon after. He suddenly decided to become a missionary despite no previous religious or altruistic inclination… and disappeared soon after. He’s currently on the missing persons list. One REALLY does NOT fuck with the children of the Lupin Gang.)
F: Position: She’d love to have a lover strong enough for the piston. She likes being picked up and cuddled in general. She would be happy to do the same for them. She’s definitely strong enough to hold her lover in position! She doesn’t have a speck of dark kink in her, but she’s flexible and athletic and would be up for trying different positions, even exotic ones. Her lover really likes the cowgirl or any position they can watch her. They love her long gorgeous red hair and the sight of her pretty face… when they get more experienced, they’ll also enjoy 69.
G: Goofy: When she’s happy in love, she can definitely be silly, at least sometimes. Sisi’s lover adores to make her laugh, and doesn’t mind if it is at their own expense, They’ll just do whatever it takes to make her smile. Her lover doesn’t have much of a filter or a capacity for lying, so they often just come out and say embarrassing, perfectly unadorned things in bed as if they were NBD. It always makes Sisi laugh. But if Sisi is feeling sad, they let her cry on their shoulder and show her how much they love her with all the serious skill they can muster.
W: Wildcard: The best way to win Sisi’s heart is to be kind and honest. She wants to trust people, but she’s been hurt, so she’s scared. She has a vulnerable heart.
Despite her extraordinary physical strength and skills, she would love to be romanced and cherished like a normal human girl. Flowers, chocolates, romantic walks in beautiful gardens, swimming in the ocean, romantic cafes… more flowers… all of that. She’d also love to have a lover who could share her passion for flowers, playing sports and flying, too. It all seems like an impossible dream to Sisi to find someone like that who also doesn’t mind that she’s a vampire.
Carlotta Van Helsing:
Y: Yearning: Carlotta has a robust sex drive. She’s second of the younger generation in terms of experience, and enjoys a good fling with a spirited and, above all, INDEPENDENT lover now and then. She HATES clinginess. She’s fine going alone for extended periods of time and just taking care of things herself. It is less trouble than a bad relationship. She isn’t currently in a serious relationship, but she’s got her eye on someone special.
Z: How fast she falls asleep: It depends. If she is with an experienced lover who hit all her buttons, she falls asleep pretty fast. If she’s with someone who is nervous or shy and who she needs to guide, she tries to make sure to make them feel safe and cared for. She does enjoy teaching lovers sometimes.
Impey Barbicane - Stumbles into the trashy vampire romance novels section. Notices open-fronted puffy shirts on his kind are truly all the rage right now. Returns another day to stride through the aisles in such a blouse. Is escorted off the vicinity by security.
Abraham Van Helsing - Accompanies Delly, who goes to look into records of the Delacroix family history. A nearby group of parents think it's very sweet that Van has "such an active presence in his son's education". Somehow gets roped into teaching the children's reading session that day. Is perturbed by the small seaweed-haired child who keeps flipping him the bird.
Victor Frankenstein - While perusing the science section, encounters a group of middle-schoolers working on their chemistry project. Victor lends a helping hand and accidentally teaches them how to build a nuclear reactor. The middle-schoolers will win first prize at their school science fair. Victor will win a visit from some rather miffed Apostles of Idea.
Saint Germain - Works his way through the history and newspaper archive sections, quietly removing pages that evidence his existence throughout the ages. Stops when he finds a photo of him shaking hands with English antique show host Tim Wonnacott. Takes it home and frames it.
Arsène Lupin - Has worked out an arrangement with the librarian whereby he returns overdue library books from their last listed borrowers, earning a tidy little sum in “overdue fees”.
No book is too cumbersome for Lupin to collect - his conquests include snatching Leonhardt’s bathroom-reading straight out of his hands while he was in the midst of using the commode, and handing in a Thomas the Tank Engine picture-book with Impey Barbicane still attached to it.
What would be everyone's reaction to suddenly finding themselves under the mistletoe with the person they have a crush on?
I am sorry for not getting to these out on Christmas Day. I tried, but the holiday was busier and my niece’s jolly holiday gift of a cold made me more sluggish than I expected. I will get to the rest in the queue ASAP!
These are a little long all together, so they are going under a cut. Mod Apostle covered the Gang, while Mod Nautilus is smooching villains!
Mod Apostle’s headcanons:
Lupin:
Lupin thought the tradition of kissing under mistletoe was terribly romantic and made sure to hang bunches strategically around the mansion. He was careful not to get caught himself, but he enjoyed watching his confused friends getting kissed. He laughed until he cried when Saint kissed Van. Van’s shocked expression was priceless.
Lupin himself thought he was immune to the prank. He knew where all the bunches were, after all.
He was standing in the foyer when he felt a hand on his shoulder and smelled a familiar sweet perfume.
He turned and saw her, the girl he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about. He didn’t know she was coming. His heart skipped a beat to see her after so long. She was so beautifully dressed in her holiday velvet gown with her hair falling soft around her shoulders. He was uncharacteristically tongue tied, but gathered himself and greeted her formally.
She said good afternoon with an amused sparkle in her beautiful eyes, and without warning, slipped her hand behind his head and pulled his lips to hers.
It took a moment for Lupin’s head to catch up with what was happening, but luckily his heart needed no such instruction. He pulled her close and gave her an ardent, gentle kiss. Her heart beat fast against his chest and her pretty face was flushed when he finally pulled away.
He heard a light laugh above his head and they both looked up to see a bunch of mistletoe suspended on a string. Standing on the staircase above were Saint and Impey with identical mischievous smiles on their faces.
Lupin silently thanked his meddling friends and pulled his lady tightly against his chest, “Merry Christmas.” he said softly, and once again pressed his lips to hers.
….
Van:
Van was only vaguely aware of the tradition of mistletoe before his foolishly romantic friends started hanging the stuff everywhere in the mansion. He didn’t see the appeal In such a thing. It was just an excuse for people to make fools of themselves.
So why was he sitting there staring moodily at his drink and thinking about it?
He dismissed it from his mind. He would not participate in such nonsense. It didn’t matter if…
Van saw her speaking with Delacroix. The girl who caught his eye every time she walked in the room. Her gentle figure and strong spirit captivated him. He was content to watch her, and enjoy listening to her lovely voice. Just her presence made his burdens seem lighter.
He watched her walk towards him with a bright smile on her face.
He gave her his customary wave. No, he would not try to get her under the mistletoe. He was an adult man, not some infatuated boy.
She walked up and greeted him warmly. He couldn’t help but smile just to see her up close. Her modest gown suited her well. She was truly a beautiful woman.
He rose and bowed to her, as was only proper. He offered to get her a drink, and she accepted graciously.
He would certainly not do anything stupid.
He returned with drinks but saw that she was now speaking with Duke Renfield near the entryway…
Under the blasted mistletoe.
He waited for the Duke to depart before approaching her with the drinks. He tried to forget the bunch of plants over their heads as they chatted. It was irrelevant… even if her lips looked very soft stained with sweet wine, and her face radiant with happiness… was she so happy to speak with him? His heart seemed to be beating too fast. Perhaps just a single kiss would be all right…
He leaned close and their lips met. She gasped a little but answered him with surprising hunger. He slid his arm around her back, forgetting for the moment that they were surrounded by revelers who were watching the proceedings with great interest and amusement.
“Should we arrange a room for you two?” Duke Renfield asked with a laugh.
Van pulled away quickly. He was sure his face was as red as his lady’s. He cleared his throat, “It is just traditional…” he muttered, pointing at the mistletoe. He fervently hoped Delacroix was elsewhere…
“Ha ha! You told Impey that mistletoe was stupid!” Delacroix laughed, throwing his arms around the two of them, “wait til I tell him, Helsing!”
Van took a deep breath. The young man was a king. It would not do to punch him, even if he deserved it.
He gave his lady a rueful smile. He could still see desire in her eyes and feel the imprint of her lips on his. He supposed mistletoe wasn’t so bad after all.
….
Fran:
Fran was working late, as usual. Patients’ problems didn’t stop, even on Christmas.
He sighed as he mixed the last vial of medicine. A baby with a fever had kept both Fran and the child’s parents up all night. He felt like throwing himself in bed and sleeping for a week.
He gazed sadly at the invitation he’d received to the party at Saint’s mansion. He had sent word earlier that he couldn’t make it, but it made him feel lonely. He would see everyone tomorrow, but it wasn’t quite the same. He wished he could have asked… no, he certainly couldn’t do that. She would definitely not accept…
He heard a knock on the door.
He sighed again and did his best to slap himself awake, hoping fervently that it wasn’t another feverish baby. He opened the door.
It wasn’t an anxious parent, but a girl he was very pleased to see, though he wished he didn’t feel so run down. She was wrapped tightly in her coat and carrying a festive package. She greeted him and handed him the package, saying it was a token of her appreciation for the care of her father.
The sight of her sweet face revived him as nothing else would have. He mustered the best smile he could and thanked her for her kindness.
She noticed his exhaustion, of course. She was always caring and observant. She insisted on staying and fixing him some soup and he opened his gift of her handmade cookies and sweetbreads. He listened to her lively voice and sipped strong tea until he was finished his meal.
When she finally took her leave they stood dithering on the doorstep, she took his hands in hers and jokingly asked if he had kissed all his patients that day and if that was a healthy practice.
He was confused as to her meaning, so she pointed up to the doorframe.
A bunch of mistletoe was hung from a nail over the door. He certainly didn’t put it there.
He looked down at her expectant face and felt as if he had caught the baby’s fever.
“Ah, that… I didn’t put that there… um…” this was too embarrassing.
She giggled and pulled his head down to hers to kiss him.
He froze in a panic. The feel of her lips on his filled him with a rush of emotions and feelings he wasn’t prepared for in his frazzled, exhausted state.
She gave him a smile and wished him good night before turning to go.
“Wait!” he shouted, grabbing her hand.
He pulled her to him and, holding her close, he lifted her chin and leant down to kiss her gently. She clutched his coat, moaning a little as she leant into the kiss.
They were both breathless when he pulled away.
“Will you come with me to the party tomorrow?” he asked her, feeling unprecedentedly bold.
She agreed immediately, much to his relief. He felt a lot happier when she finally took her leave. His loneliness forgotten. He would be sure to get plenty of rest before tomorrow. He couldn’t disappoint his sweetheart.
….
Impey:
Impey was hard at work in the kitchen preparing for the holiday feast. He already finished the entrees and appetizers. Now all that was left was the desserts. He found a new recipe for brandy fudge and was giving the sticky, warm chocolate a taste test when he heard someone enter the kitchen.
“Hey! No samples before dinner! Licking the spoon is the privilege of the chef!” he cried, looking back to see who entered his domain.
A beautiful lady stood in the doorway still dressed in her overcoat. Her bright eyes were shining. He didn’t know she was coming to the party so early. He would have gladly given her the whole bowl of fudge if it made her happy, but she just gave him a smile and left too quickly for him to offer.
Feeling excited to see her again, he finished up and went to change his shirt before taking the dishes to the dining room. A vigorously boiling pot had splattered sauce over his sleeve and it wouldn’t do for his lovely angel to see him in such a dilapidated state.
He turned a corner towards his room when he saw her outside the door, hanging up her overcoat. She was wearing a golden gown that left a surprising amount of her uncovered. He stopped in the hallway and stared. Then he saw it… the bunch of mistletoe over her head. Was she waiting for him there on purpose? Or was it just a stroke of amazing luck? That passionate plant offering its blessing to kiss this divine vision before him.
He bounded towards her excitedly, afraid she would move away and the moment would be lost.
But then a moment of hesitation entered his heart… what if she didn’t want it?
She turned to him with a smile and that was enough to tell him that she didn’t object. He swept her in his arms and kissed her gently, “Merry Christmas!”
“Merry Christmas.” she said, and leant in to kiss him back sweetly, licking his lips before pulling away, “Is it all right to sample the chef before dinner?”
Yes, he agreed enthusiastically. It was MORE than all right.
….
Saint:
A crush? What a strange word for one such as him. Saint contemplated it for a awhile. He had seen countless people in the first blush of infatuation. It was one thing that never changed and wouldn’t as long as people existed. He had to admit he had been the object of others’ intrigue and misplaced desire, as well. It brought them nothing but suffering. Even if he was too weak to refuse them, he always had to let them down in the end.
He was, however, unused to the feeling himself. What a odd thing it was. To experience such joy when someone was near. To feel warmth at the mere sight of another person. It also carried a sense of anxiety that the other person might not feel the same way. He was the last who would inflict himself on someone unwanted, least of all this girl who so captured his heart.
He quite uncharacteristically didn’t know what to do.
The source of his conundrum sat quietly reading a book near the fireplace, oblivious to the jittery confusion in the heart of the man sitting across the room. Her concentration on her book was absolute. He was sure she wasn’t even aware that he was there.
Saint sighed to himself. He truly had no right to bother her. He rose from his chair and decided to leave her in peace.
She looked up the moment he moved. Her eyes questioning his departure. Perhaps she was more aware of him than he thought.
Impulsively he asked her if she would mind walking with him, to which she happily agreed, much to his delight.
She allowed him to tuck her hand beneath his arm on their stroll through the long halls of the mansion. She didn’t question his odd request. Was she perhaps leaning a little closer to him as he spoke of winter traditions of the past? He knew she was an intelligent girl, with a bright and curious mind. She always listened raptly to his stories for the pleasure of learning. It was one of the many reasons he was so delighted by her company, but it was more than that. Her presence was a peace he had never known before. Now that he was free, he could be allowed to contemplate such peace. It was heady and frightening at once.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked him curiously as they stopped and gazed out the glass door at the fiery sunset.
He was at a loss for words, and cast around for an innocent topic. His eyes fell upon the bunch of mistletoe suspended on the he doorframe above their heads, “Ah, there is a tradition we haven’t discussed. Mistletoe was sacred to many ancient cultures as a fertility symbol. In France it is given as a gift of peace and good luck for the new year. In Britain-“
“Kissing.” she said, blushing very prettily, “Most recently it has been used as an excuse for people to kiss each other.”
“Yes, That is so.” Saint kept his voice unruffled by long practice, “Many lovers observe its history as a symbol of fertility and luck by kissing beneath it.” he hoped she didn’t she didn’t notice the slight tremor in his voice as he spoke the latter sentence.
She nodded and gazed up at the bunch of sacred mistletoe above their heads, “If it is to honor the gods… perhaps we should?” she looked away nervously.
Saint was startled. Did she truly feel as he did? He gave her a smile… a true smile from his heart, “Honoring the gods is never amiss, my sweet lady.” he said very gently, and softly touched her face. He could feel her trembling beneath his fingers. It lit a fire in his heart he thought gone cold long ago, but he held back and lightly brushed his lips against hers. Just a fleeting touch before pulling back, to gauge her reaction.
“Please…” she said softly, her eyes holding a fire to match his own.
Something in his heart gave way and he again lowered his lips to hers. She yielded willingly to his gentle explorations, and he reveled in the sound of her breaths, the softness of her lips… the taste of her tongue. If they were honoring the gods, it could only be those of love and desire.
He pulled away reluctantly and breathlessly. Her flushed face and shining eyes held a deep, passionate longing. Oh, how he wished to answer it. All of it… but the time was not yet right. There were many things she needed to know about him first. However… perhaps for the first time… he was truly looking forward to the future.
….
Here, handling the villains as usual, are Mod Nautilus’ Mistletoe headcanons!
Mistletoe~
Nemo:
Meeting the object of his affections under the mistletoe isn’t really on his radar.
What IS on his radar is meeting EVERYBODY under the mistletoe because he has it HANGING FROM HIS HEAD on a headband he constructed the night prior.
… Unfortunately, Impey ends up taking it from him after a bad encounter involving Van Helsing and a very traumatized Fran.
So he’s moping, not realizing that he’s moping under the mistletoe until he feels a pair of soft lips on his cheek.
I mean, he just looked so sad sitting there all by himself, you know?
“H-HEEEY! Wait a minute, I didn’t do it proooper–!”
Nemo yanks his crush back to him with a surprising amount of strength, though he doesn’t immediately kiss them, instead choosing to rub his nose against theirs.
“Meeeeerry Christmaaaaaas–! [SMOOCH!]”
Aleister:
The object of Aleister’s affections probably doesn’t even realize that they’re standing under the mistletoe. They’re probably just talking with a friend, smiling, sipping their cider and enjoying the atmosphere.
But when their friend steps away, they suddenly feel another presence next to them, warm and eerily comforting.
Jimmy A. Aleister smiles down at them before leaning forward, the bristles of his mustache tickling their skin as he whispers: “Merry Christmas” before pressing his lips to their cheek.
Avido:
Avido has made his intentions clear from the very moment he realized he wanted his paramour (’crush’ is a rather childish term, don’t you think?). Mistletoe and, indeed, Christmas itself is another game piece in this delightful game of cat and mouse he’s been participating in.
Both he and his paramour know about the mistletoe. It’s obvious, couples have been stealing kisses all evening. The two of them purposefully play nearby, never interacting but allowing their social circles to get dangerously close to the poisonous plant.
But his paramour still lets out a surprised gasp when Avido suddenly stands next to them, offering a drink with that charming smile on his face.
Kissing under the mistletoe is a little too juvenile for a man of Avido’s taste, but using it as a starting point for an invitation elsewhere? Perhaps a place a little more secluded, where lips already sweet with wine can finally meet…
Hey! Do you two have any headcanons for the guys (any/all/whomever) celebrating Halloween? Literally just hoping for whatever comes to mind for you guys because I love both your writing and Halloween. 😘🎃
I, Mod Apostle, apologize for the tardiness of my response! I kinda went overboard on these ideas. I wrote three Halloween fics, featuring three different aspects of the holiday.
The first, “Rematch” Features a Turnip Carving Contest with everyone’s three favorite scientists. (Impey Barbicane, Victor Frankenstein, Neeeeeeemooooo)
The second, “The Thief’s Hunt” has one Gentleman Thief rescuing an apostle’s shapeshifting daughter from the clutches of a certain witch... and the Wild Hunt... on Halloween night. (Arsene Lupin)
The third, “Wayward Souls” is a ‘ghost story’ featuring a lady seeking information about an old family tragedy on All Hallows’ Eve in the French countryside. (Saint Germain)
Due to length, I will include links to “The Thief’s Hunt” and “Wayward Souls”
I hope you enjoy them, and, no, I won’t always write thousands of words for Asks in the future. I just love the themes of Halloween and wanted to do the holiday as much justice as I could!
—Mod Apostle
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Rematch
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“I have the turnips!” Impey called, walking through the door with an armload of vegetables, “They’re perfect for carving, too!”
“Okay! Bring them in.” Fran replied, “I’m just getting set up.”
Impey walked in and put the turnips on the table, “I brought candles, too. We can put them along the walkway to surprise San and Cardia when they come home.”
“Sounds good.” Fran tied on his apron and picked up his knife, “We should try to get done quickly if we want it to be a surprise. They’ll be home in few hours.”
Impey pulled on his own apron, “Got it!”
The two of them got to work quickly, carving the turnips into alchemical symbols, rocket ships, moons, and an attempt at self portraits that were truly terrifying to behold. They laughed and carved happily, until they heard a loud knock at the door.
“Impeeeeeey Baaaaarbicaaaaane? Are yoooou heeeere?”
Fran’s face fell, “Oh, no. I keep forgetting Nemo got out of jail. But... Why is he here?”
Impey smiled sheepishly, “I forgot to mention I invited him over. He’s just so lonely. I thought it would make him happy to carve a few turnips with us.”
“I-It’s okay.” Fran couldn’t help but wince a little, “Your heart is in the right place... Do you mind if I—
“Victoooooooooor Fraaaaaaaankenstien....!!! You have come to join the fuuuuuuuuuun!!!”
“Ugh... Um, hi, Nemo.... Woah! WHAT IS THAT THING?!?!”
Nemo, who dressed like a deranged tatterdemalion at the best of times, had apparently decided to get into the Halloween spirit by wearing—
“Uh.... Are you supposed to be... a um... what exactly are you supposed to be?” Impey asked, not quite able to figure out what the tentacles had to do with high heels and human skull hat.
“Isn’t it oooooooobviouuuuus?! I am AN ABOMINATION OF SCIIIIIIIIIIENCE!! A MAAAAAARVEEEEEEL!! Nemo cried, waving his tentacles.
“Right then!” Impey said, not looking at Fran, “You’re a... sexy deranged monster squid... got it. But that knife is a little... and I hope that’s not real blood... no don’t answer that! I don’t want to know! Um...” he picked up a turnip, “Here! We’re carving turnips! Why don’t you make a few yourself!”
“Haaaaa haaaaa! You are just jealoooooooooous you didn’t think of it!” he pressed a button on the knife and it whirred to life.
“Is that an electric knife?” Impey asked with interest, “That’s amazing!”
“Of cooooourse it is! Do you want to seeeeeee?”
“Yeah!” Impey said excitedly, while Fran slowly crept backwards out of the kitchen.
Nemo cut the turnip with surprising delicacy with the vibrating knife, the lines were finer and more artistic than Impey and Fran had managed to produce. A fact that Nemo was quick to point out.
“Why don’t we have a coooooontesssst? Eh?” Nemo asked slyly, “Let’s seeeeeeee who can caaaaarve the best turnips!”
“It’s a deal!” Impey shouted over Fran’s groans.
Impey and Nemo engaged in a vigorous carving contest. Soon all of the turnips were carved and lined up.
“Okay! Let’s clean up before San chan and Cardia chan get back! We’ll let them choose which is best!”
They cleaned up quickly and Fran took the completed turnips to the entrance and the front walkway to light the candles inside them. Fran was pleased with the effect. He was much less pleased that Nemo decided to stay until Saint and Cardia returned.
Saint and Cardia came home from their afternoon shopping just after sunset. The the candles inside the turnips danced and cast eerie, shifting patterns on the walkway.
Cardia gasped delightedly when she saw them all lined up and flickering like tiny ghosts, “They are beautiful!”
“Yes, the effect is lovely.” Saint agreed, peering inside them. “So many fantastical designs. I didn’t realize Impey and Fran were such artists. Look at this one—
“HAAAAA HAAAAA!!!” boomed a voice from the house, “Thooooose are miiiiiine!!! I beaaaaat you at laaaaaast, Impeeeeey Baaaaaarbicaaaane!?!!”
Saint stood protectively in front of Cardia as Nemo clattered down the steps in his high heels and bloody squid costume still carrying his electric knife.
“Hey! Nemo! Drop the knife unless you want to become a dead sexy monster squid thing!” Impey shouted, running out to grab the knife away from Nemo.
Saint relaxed only slightly, “I take it there is an... explanation for this?”
“Um, I invited him to carve turnips with us. He was really enthusiastic about it. Most of these are actually his...” Impey explained apologetically.
“Ah. I see.” Saint smiled at last, “A carving contest.”
“Which I just wooooon!!” Nemo declared triumphantly, “I will loooooooook foooooooorward to receiving my priiiiiiiiiiize!”
Saint, noticing Fran’s look of agonized defeat, smiled mischievously, “What, dare I ask, is the prize for this contest?”
Impey looked away guiltily, “A day with him in the lab... and BOTH of us.”
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Hello! Thank you guys for making this wonderful thing 💖 I'm actually a big Saint fan so here goes my question for Saint. What would Saint's ideal date be?
Mod Apostle is (perhaps unsurprisingly) overjoyed to receive your request! I hope you don’t mind this rather long fantasy date.
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Saint would plan every detail in advance. He wants to spoil and enchant his lover with an experience both beautiful and exhilarating. He would acquire front row tickets to the grand opening of a new opera and make reservations at a cafe with a romantic courtyard filled with flowers for dinner before the show.
The morning of the opera he surprises his lover with breakfast in bed and a gift of a beautiful opera gown. He runs her bath with fragrant oils and tells her to relax for the day. It will be QUITE a late night.
The hour arrives and he anxiously awaits his lover’s arrival in the beautiful gown he chose for her. He smiles as he watches her nervously walk down the stairs. Its color makes her skin appear radiant. She looks like a princess in a story. She wonders if she looks foolish in something so grand, but he kisses her in a way he hopes conveys just how beautiful she is in his eyes.
He gives her a courtly bow and takes her hand to kiss it. He can feel her eyes on him. While he he has little interest for his appearance, the heat of her gaze makes him feel almost like a normal man taking his pretty lady out on a date and no more. It was a feeling he could have never imagined before he met his lover. She who changed and remade him.
They arrive at the café in a horse drawn carriage, which Saint arranged because his lover once commented that she found them romantic. Her wide eyes and delighted expression warms his heart.
The meal is unpretentious, but exquisitely prepared and delicious. His single glass of wine, a rare vintage. Saint tells his lover the history of the opera and the story of the unlikely lovers who inspired it. She listens raptly, perhaps sensing that he speaks from intimate knowledge of both the opera and its titular couple. When he knew them he never imagined that his own story might one day be similar to theirs.
Saint leads his lover inside the opera house to find their seats in the front row. Her exclamations of delight make the trouble obtaining them well worth it.
Both of them are transported when the music starts to an ancient world of a radiant god-king and his mortal lover, worlds apart yet drawn together against the odds. Saint’s lover is left weeping at the end from the poignant and emotional music and story. Saint smiles at his soft-hearted lady and lends her his handkerchief, but soon her tears stop and they are both on their feet with everyone else, enthusiastically applauding the exquisite performance.
They leave the Opera House and walk through the park speaking animatedly about the opera. She assumes the evening is nearly over, but Saint has other plans. She asks him where he is going, but he won’t tell her yet.
He finds the right place and takes her hand. They suddenly find themselves near a high stone wall. Saint puts a finger over her lips, “Trust me.” he whispers, before lifting her in his arms and leaping over the wall. She barely stifles a yelp as he lands lightly on the other side and lowers her to her feet.
Gesturing for her to stay quiet, he leads the way silently through the trees. He knew this place many long centuries ago, but it hardly changed. He feels her curiosity, certainly wondering where he is going so clandestinely. Eventually they come to the edge of the trees and gaze out at the moonlit lavish gardens. In the luminous light it looked just the same. The breeze bringing the sweet scent of roses and night blooming flowers. He takes her hand and leads her on a stroll through the gardens. The luminous pathways and heady scents make even Saint feel enchanted.
Saint finds the place he seeks and ducks beneath a trellis covered with jasmine into a hidden bower. Pale, silver-white flowers are scattered in the grass like tiny stars. He directs her to sit beside him on the bench, and tells her with delight that they are trespassers in the most beautiful and jealously guarded secret palace gardens in the world, said to be modeled on legends of the Garden of Eden.
Saint loses track of how much time they spend walking the paths. Both barefoot and viewing wonder after wonder. They dance together in the cool velvety grass to distant music playing from the palace far away. Saint feels almost young.
A near brush with wandering guards sends them hiding in the trees, but that only excites Saint. He comes at last to a mirror-still lake where a boat is tied loosely to a dock. The moonlight glitters off the water and Saint lifts his lover gently into the boat and rows away to the center of the lake.
The stars and moon seem closer and shine brighter than usual in that timeless place. Saint stops rowing when he reaches a small island in the center of the lake. He disembarks and beckons her to him. They lay together with her head resting on his heart as he tells her the stories of the constellations one by one. Nothing exists but the feel of her body close beside him. They kiss and touch and love one another until the long night is over and the stars fade, both of them sleepy and satisfied. Saint rises and gathers his lover in his arms. She falls asleep, only awakening briefly when they are home in bed. Before she falls back to sleep she whispers her thanks for the beautiful experience. He kisses her tenderly and thanks her from the bottom of his heart for the most enchanting evening he has spent in all his thousands of years of life.
They both fall asleep with smiles on their faces.
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