Do you have any reaction dtories about Sebas reacting to a tattoo MC may have? 👀 I know he is also from the future, so he wouldn't find it as surprising as the others, but a reaction from him would be interesting!
Thanks for the ask! You know, I didn't really think about how Sebastian would react since he's modern, but I bet he'd be surprised too! So, a vignette with Sebas!
Sebastian
Your sleeves were rolled up, soapy bubbles up to your forearms as you helped with the after-dinner clean up. Sebas sat nearby, taking a short break. It was unlike him, but you could see how tired he was. A weary set to his shoulders, his face more pallid and drawn than usual.
He had a small book with a black cover open on his lap. His eyes scanned the open page critically.
You tilted your head, trying to get a look at what he was reading without being too obvious. But you should have known better. Sebas sees everything.
Sebastian snapped the book shut, giving you a side glance that could cut glass. "You should pay more attention to your work. I found a fingerprint on one of the wine glasses this morning."
"Sorry." You grinned, not sorry at all. Dishes were your least favorite chore.
Sebas stood, tucking the book into a pocket. He took a step closer, peering into the sink with a raised brow. "You should use more -" He stopped, an eyebrow raising.
You squinted at the water, wondering what surprised him but before you could say a word, he reached out and grabbed your arm.
"What is this?" He ran a finger across the tattoo in the crook of your elbow.
"Erm. A tattoo?" You tried to pull your arm back but his grip was unrelenting.
Sebastian leaned close, inspecting the delicate lines of the tiny sun. You could feel the warmth of his hands through his gloves, and the slight tickle of his hair as a loose piece brushed your skin.
"It's my light. At the end of the tunnel. You know? A - a sun. So. You saw it. Can you let go now?" You tugged again and this time he let you go. Embarrassed, you pulled your sleeve back down until the tattoo was covered.
Sebas reached for your shirt, rolling it back up again. "You don't need to hide it. Not in front of me." His smile was gentle and genuine and it made your heart do funny things in your chest.
"Ok?" You turned away, hoping he wouldn't catch the heat in your cheeks.
"Do you have any others? Hiding under your collar, perhaps?" Sebastian's fingertips brushed the nape of your neck. "Those were popular for awhile. Or maybe on your hip?"
"Nope!" You almost yelp as you feel his hand move down toward the tie of your skirt. You give him a heated glare.
Sebastian laughed, a teasing glint in his eye. "I suppose I can save the inspection for another time."
if it’s not too much trouble, could we get some dom Arthur or Sebastian headcanons?
NOT too much trouble, NEVER too much trouble. I sorted this out as I went so there are more than three! NSFW begins below the cut.
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As a Dom, Sebastian:
Can’t stand and won’t tolerate a brat. He doesn’t mind some cheek outside scenes, and lively chatter is fine within them, but the type of Dominant that he is expects a respectful submissive who readily submits. He’s very turned off by power games (aside from the big one), so to indulge he wants them out of the way and all things established between he and his partner before they begin. To enjoy this, he needs it to be straightforward.
Is meticulous and thorough. He is responsible for... pretty much everything. Their time together is something that relaxes him, but it is work and he’s the one doing set up, aftercare, and takedown. You’d think he might like to kick back after all the work he does, but to him this is simply something that must be done, and simply his task to complete.
HA prefers she not wear gifts from le Comte during their time together
Is a bit rigid and snotty, to be honest. His parameters are very firm. A certain type of sub could really bloom in the space, but while he wouldn’t ever Dom someone who didn’t meet his criteria, he’s not warm even when they check every box-- and not needing that is one of the checked boxes. He’s not into cruelty and he is not a sadist (just a rule freak), but he can certainly be cruel with his words. “Are you stupid? Where are you supposed to be right now?” His silence is a show of pleasure and contentment.
Spanks (with his gloved—and ungloved, if she’s good— hand, and with objects like dishtowels, the back of her lovely hairbrush, etc.), gives sundry orders/tests her obedience (she’s to do her work tomorrow in the exact order he gives her [for some helpful reason he won’t tell her]), and supervises sensory deprivation (so. many. blindfolds. and a few makeshift earplugs, too. does he feed her things while her eyes are covered and he pinches her nose shut? YES). Gives her a few non-sundry orders, too, safe but scary tests of her limits like walking down one of the mansion’s many hallways with two books on her head and all her clothes in his hands at the other end of the hallway.
Expects some cock worship. Gets it. Acts like it’s just a thing at the time but everybody gets a better breakfast the next day. 😎
Despite the high standards he’s not into cruelty for cruelty’s sake, there’s no joy for him in debasing her. His corrections are sharp because he wants to put them back in the happy place. He’s unlikely to verbally console her but he will touch her gently if he knows she’s upset by his correction. He sincerely enjoys a lot of quiet, sensual contact that to him is just better if she’s subby about it: reading in a chair or bed with her cheek on his thighs as he pets her head like a cat; “absent-mindedly” (it is not, he is Paying Attention at all times) drumming his fingers on her back as he sits in an armchair that she is naked over the arms of.
Also sincerely enjoys a lot of noisy, obviously sexual contact that is also better to him if she is subby about it, like gratefully pulling his gloves off with her mouth when he tells her to and then keeping them there and screaming into them as he fingers her h a r d. He’ll fist her if they agree to that, and he’ll love the way her body pulls away and then comes back to him when they go from three fingers to four, and again from four fingers to his whole hand.
He will expect her to make this connection on her own, but as much as he expects her attention, a Big Purpose of this whole arrangement is to give her dreamy mind time to fly. He knows she keeps busy and works hard. Sebastian thinks to himself that this is a way they both relax after work.
Hii, I really enjoy your writing and I’d like to ask if you could do Ikevamp MC being Sebastian’s childhood friend and crush and meeting him again in the mansion after having no contact in years. Thank you.
Alright anon, you got it! It's a little angst and a little fluff. Approx. 1900 words.
The two strange men were arguing. The dark haired one with the odd accent and the other flirty one. Something about dinner . . . she really couldn’t follow and didn’t want to. What she wanted to do was to get out of here. To go back to her hotel room in Paris. Text her friends and tell them what a crazy-weird time she was having on her trip.
She was beginning to panic. Her pounding pulse was almost deafening and her body felt wobbly with adrenaline.
“Messieurs.” The voice came like a cool breeze. Like a calming touch. The lightly accented French spoken with understated formality by a Japanese man dressed as a butler.
His eyes met hers and in them, she saw a flash of recognition. But he didn’t say her name or give her any other sign that he knew her at all. He only said, “Dinner is served. They are gathered in the dining room, if you please?”
Incredulity widened her eyes as a name rose to her lips. “Aki-”
“This way,” he said, cutting her off.
Over dinner, she learned that here, the butler went by the name Sebastian or Sebas. And that he served a group of . . . eccentrics. A wealthy count and his fancifully dressed and named colleagues. It was bizarre, but no more so than walking through a door in the Louvre to find oneself in 19th century Paris. It still seemed unreal.
She was caught in some sort of delusion, one she hoped she would wake from. And for some reason, her dreaming mind had conjured up someone she’d once known well. Akihiko. Though he wouldn’t meet her eyes. Perhaps, she thought, in this bizarre hallucination, the butler only looked like her childhood friend but was in reality, a stranger. That would figure.
Playing along was the simplest course, and she did. The food was good, and the odd cosplayers were entertaining, if nothing else. She managed to mostly set aside her anxiety as she was introduced. The men she’d met in the corridor called themselves. Napoleon Bonaparte and Arthur Conan Doyle, which was hilarious. Or would have been if she understood what was going on here. Dinner ended with no answers to any of the questions she had.
The count, le Comte de Saint-Germaine, invited her upstairs to finally answer her questions. None of his answers made any sense. A magical door. An hourglass. Plus her attention kept straying to Sebastian.
He looked so much like Akihiko would, all grown up. But when he glanced at her, there was nothing in his gaze to say he recognized her at all. Only a sort of perfunctory politeness.
Le Comte gave a warm smile and patted her hand. “Clearly, you’re very tired, ma cherie. Let me walk you to your room, hm?”
“Sorry. I am pretty exhausted. Did I miss something?”
“It’s no matter. We can talk more when you’ve rested.” He guided her out of the room.
She looked back just as they turned down the hall to see Sebastian’s eyes on her, unreadable and dark in the low light of the oil lamps.
At least, she thought, le Comte was a perfect gentleman. He escorted her to her room and wished her a good evening. He handed her the key to her room and left her alone with her thoughts.
After making sure the door was locked and there was no other way into her room, she fell back on the bed. It was incredibly soft and the sheets held a hint of lavender and mint. Way better than the tiny hotel room she’d been expecting to spend the night in. “Maybe it’s not so bad,” she murmured. At least, as long as she didn’t try to make sense of the strangeness. Hopefully tomorrow she could sort it out. Get some real answers. Figure out how to go home.
She fell asleep thinking of these things, but her dreams took her away from these concerns. Her worries melted away as a man she felt like she knew came into her room. In the dream, she couldn’t quite focus on him. His figure flickered and blurred as dreams sometimes do. Despite his insubstantial identity, he leaned over her and left kisses on her lips, across both cheeks, and down the line of her jaw.
So much better than she could have imagined, her dream-self thought. It was like this ephemeral lover knew all her favorite places to be touched. He took her into his arms and her clothes dissipated under his questing fingertips. His caresses drew sighs and soft moans from her lips, and her body arched against him as if begging for more.
His laughter was soft, breath tickling the skin at her neck. It felt so real that for a moment, she wondered if she was really dreaming or if someone had come into her room. Her room in the strange mansion out of time.
Her body tensed but before she could push him away, she felt his lips at her neck in the soft space below her ear. Warm and firm, the sensual brush of his tongue, and then something sharp. A searing pain that shot down from the love-bite and into her chest.
He lapped and suckled the spot, drinking her in like a vampire. The pain disappeared, replaced by a sensation she couldn’t begin to define. Like being drowned in bliss. Warm waves of pleasure that robbed her of all sense.
But something stayed with her, despite the strange ecstasy that sent tremors through her body. Vampire. That word. Yes. The man - the monster - was drinking her blood.
She shot up from sleep, adrenaline cascading through her tired limbs. Her hands curled into fists, ready to fight. But there was no one there. And her clothes were in place, her neck, untouched.
It was the weirdest nightmare to have, she thought, as she turned the beside lamp on. It clicked and flickered into life with a soft hiss. She decided to go and get a glass of water, if she could find the kitchen.
The hallways were empty and dark, as quiet as the grave. There were no sounds outside of cars or trains or planes overhead. No hum of electricity, no gleaming LEDs. That drove home the real possibility that le Comte wasn’t lying when he said they were in the 19th century. The realization did not make her feel any better.
After a bit of wandering, she spotted an open door and the warm glow of lamp light. A clatter of dishes told her the butler was probably still up.
She poked her head inside. “Umm. Excuse me. Sebastian?”
He turned in surprise and then gave her a small smile. “Ah. You’re awake. Trouble sleeping?”
“Something like that.” She came in and took a seat.
“Would you like a glass of warm milk? Or perhaps some wine?”
“No. No. Some water would be great though.” She rubbed a hand over her face. “I can get it myself if you’ll tell me where you keep the glasses.”
His smile turned up a little more at the corners of his lips, an expression so like Akihiko that it made her breath catch. “It’s not a problem. Please allow me.”
“Thanks,” she managed, watching him as he got a cup down and filled it with water. When he handed it to her, their fingers brushed. The warmth of that light, accidental touch nearly made her tear up. It was something real and kind and her emotions were all over the place after the dream, not to mention the weirdness of just everything.
“Here.” He handed her a handkerchief. It was soft and made from linen, with flowers embroidered along the edges. “You look as if you’re about to cry.”
She took it and dabbed at her eyes. “I’m really sorry. I’m just - everything is so overwhelming. I had the weirdest dream and then you. You’re so nice! And you look just like . . . like Aki-”
“I’m just trying to be a proper butler. It’s really nothing.”
“You know, that’s the second time.”
“Hm?” He turned to go back to the sink of dishes and did not look at her.
“It’s the second time I tried to say a name. You interrupted me.”
Sebastian rinsed a dish and began to dry it with a towel. “My apologies then.” His voice sounded tight, as if his jaw were clenched.
“I was going to say that you look just like an old friend of mine.”
He turned and there was something fierce in his dark eyes. “I promise you, no matter who I might resemble, I am just Sebastian. A butler. That is all I am now.”
She took a sip of her water. “I see. I’m sorry then. It’s just, I used to know someone who looked a lot like you. His name was Akihiko. He moved away when his parents died and I missed him very much. But if you aren’t him . . .”
“I’m not him but,” Sebastian fell silent, frowning. The towel in his hands was clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white. “I am sure your friend must have missed you too. If you were so close.”
“We were. He would read to me from his books and I would lay my head in his lap and close my eyes, just listening. He made the stories come alive for me. I don’t know if I ever told him that.” She searched his face for some sign that he remembered those long afternoons. “Sometimes we would play hide and seek in his family’s mansion. Or sneak goodies from their chef.”
Sebastian’s expression softened for a moment. “It sounds as if you had a lot of fun.”
She nodded, not trusting herself to say more. Was it luck or a curse to find Akihiko again, like this? When he’d become someone else, somewhere else. Someone that did not want to remember her. What had happened to the sweet, serious boy she’d loved? Her fingers stretched toward his cheek, and for a heartbeat, he leaned into the touch.
His eyes fluttered shut, and he let out a trembling breath. Then he pulled away, his face a polite mask again. “You know, it’s not my place to say, but I think you should forget this friend of yours. Move on. If he wanted to see you again, he would have found you by now.” He set the dish and towel down. “It’s really for the best to simply let go.”
“I - I -” She clasped her hands in her lap. “I should get back to bed. Thank you for the water.”
“Of course,” he said, not turning to look at her.
She felt even more lost as she took her lamp back into the dark hallway. She’d never expected to see Akihiko again, and now that she had, her heart filled with all the sweetness of her childhood romance. She wanted to turn back around and hug him. To remind him of all the silly promises they’d made to each other when they were little and all the cares of life were so very far away.
But he’d made it clear he wasn’t the Akihiko she knew. He was Sebastian now, or so she reminded her foolish heart. The boy she loved was gone and a stranger had replaced him. Yet, she’d glimpsed something when they touched. A softness that spoke of fond memories and a time he had not forgotten.
Le Comte told her she was stuck here for a month. Well, she promised herself, she’d spend that month getting to know this stranger with Akihiko’s face. Hopefully, it would extinguish the flame in her heart or rekindle the fire in his.
