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May I please request headcanons for Peter and/or Dagger with a wealthy female s/o who will spoil the living daylights out of them given the opportunity purely out of love? I hope that’s alright; the boys deserve love.

they sure do deserve love!! and to be spoiled <3

He sort of feels almost… guilty having her spoil him like this? The rest of his life has hammered into him that he’s not worthy of any effort or investment, so he’s just not prepared for someone to suddenly put all this time and money and love into him. It makes him feel self-conscious, especially since he knows he can’t do as much for her as she can for him.

Gently brings up the idea that, if she’s okay with it, maybe she could also help the troupe out a little? Nothing big or anything, just… perhaps a bit of extra money for repairs or replacements of things that have worn out, or to make sure they have enough food to go around. He loves that she wants to heap all of this on him, but he also wants the best for his family. So, once in a while, he’ll ask her if, instead of something for just him, she might do something for his whole family. (Of course, he blushes the whole time he’s asking.)

She always gets lots of kisses whenever she gives him a gift!! However big or small it is, that’s his most prominent way of thanking her. He… practically doesn’t know how else to thank her for everything she does for him!

In return, although he knows it isn’t much, his usual gift for her is a tiny wood carving. He’s good with knives, and he likes to work with his hands if he doesn’t have anything else to do. So he’ll find a piece of wood nearby wherever the circus is settled at any given time, and he whittles it into something he knows she’ll like. Her favorite animal, or the shape of a cute piece of candy, or an angel… something like that. It’s the least he can do for everything she does for him. If he has anything to say about it, she’ll eventually have a small army of these things!

God, he gets so damn embarrassed about it! His face gets red and the first couple of times he… actually thinks she’s making fun of him, giving him gifts and things. Who else would waste all that crap on someone like him? Just her. He doesn’t really get it, so his default reaction is to assume it’s a form of mocking and get upset. Sigh, he’s got a ways to go with it.

… Still. Once he figures out that she’s not trying to poke fun at him or be patronizing or anything, he switches to acting quite shy about accepting anything. When he does, he tries to split it with his sister and/or the rest of his family if that’s at all feasible. If it’s not, he slips it into a place to keep it safe before going on a hunt for something equal to give or do for his S/O. She’s being nice to him, so, he has to try and be nice back, right? Anyway, she deserves it, so he’s gonna grumble until he finds the perfect reciprocation.

Honestly, under everything else, he’s a very simple man. Big gestures of love and extravagant gifts are nice, but those things aren’t why he’s with (Name). If she can avoid calling attention to him, he’ll murmur a genuine, loving thank you in her ear.

Sincerely he wants to return the favor, and yet, he really, truly doesn’t know what to do for her. He can’t give her the same gifts or experiences she can give him. So, as far as he’s concerned, the best thing he can give her is a perfect date. (Even if nothing’s perfect, he tries.) Whatever he knows she likes, whether it’s dinner or dancing or a play, he makes sure to give her the greatest damn night doing it that she’s ever had. He can’t give her the things other men could. What he can give her are the best of his good parts, so… he wants to do that.

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May I please request anyone in the Phantomhive manor with an s/o who’s a singer at a fairly nice establishment who specializes in jazz and blues? Bonus if s/o has a sultry voice.

aaaaaaaaa~

God, but he could listen to them singin’ forever. Their voice makes him feel like he’s right there in a crowd, sitting at the bar with a drink in his hand and just relaxing after a long day. That feeling is hard for him to come by these days, so it’s one more thing he can say he loves about them. It’s funny sometimes, because although he doesn’t think he has a great voice, he’ll often join in singing with them around the house if he knows the song. It’s a great way to bond, and… well, if he gets to wrap his arms around them and slow dance a bit, what’s wrong with that?

Yes, well, it’s… it’s not bad, he supposes. As someone who’s used to the finer things, he’s seen his share of high-end places which feature musical acts. He’s used to listening to crooners and songs which are meant to be calming or commiserating. So he brushes it off, at first; the truth is, he thinks his S/O’s voice is something special. It has an inherently soothing quality he hasn’t found in anyone else’s. Perhaps it’s because this is his partner, rather than a random singer he doesn’t know. While he doesn’t show it much outwardly, if they pay attention, they can notice the way his tension melts while he’s listening to them.

Oh… their voice is so beautiful… he’s surprised the flowers don’t all sprout up just so they can hear better! His enthusiasm isn’t masked at all, and when (Name) starts to sing, his face lights up. It feels like a treat to him, like some part of his old faraway dreams has finally snapped into place. If they decide to join him in the garden, that’s even better. However, if they want to be inside, he will still happily curl up on their lap and listen to them sing. It could be that he didn’t understand the words, and that wouldn’t stop him from very likely falling asleep to their singing.

Ah, they’ve got such a lovely talent, they do! Did they train a long time to sound that way, or is it completely natural? Either way she’s most assuredly head over heels, dreaming about what it must be like to listen to them at a club like that. Certainly she’ll never get to go somewhere so classy, but she almost doesn’t care since she gets this side of them instead. She daydreams about their voice, and gets easily distracted if she hears them singing around the manor. They better not sweep her up in a dance while they sing… she’ll lose herself entirely!

Well, certainly it’s not quite demon music. That said, this style paired with his darling’s voice… it has its own charm. He’s spellbound by it, as he is with most human things, although he takes care not to be obvious about that, especially in public. He’s rather sneaky in that he’ll find an excuse for a case that he and Ciel must visit the club his S/O performs at. This way he gets to see them showcasing their skills naturally. Of course, whilst at home and listening to them… he’s clearly more at peace than he usually is. What can he say? They’re captivating.

(How relaxing…) You said it, Emily. (How lucky you are, Snake! Most people pay money to listen to [Name] sing, but they do it for you because they love you.) That’s right… isn’t it? He’s stunned into silence every time his S/O starts singing, because he’s never been allowed to witness gorgeous things like that. This is quite possibly the most wonderful voice he’s ever heard, and he can’t bring himself to just not pay attention to them. If they’ll let him, he’d love to pass evenings by resting his head on their chest, listening to and feeling them sing. He feels safe wrapped up inside their voice.

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Who would be ok with meeting the parents, who wouldn't be, and who would be ok either way?

ohhhhh my heart~

Who’s excited to meet their S/O’s parents: Agni, Angela, Ash, Bravat, Conny, Finny, Grey, Joanne, Lizzie, Maurice, Mey Rin, Nina, Othello, Sascha, Soma, Thomas

Who’s ambivalent/okay with/only a little nervous about meeting their S/O’s parents: Alan, Alois, Anne, Arthur, Bard, Cheslock, Ciel, Claude, Clayton, Dagger, Derrick, Diedrich, Drossel, Edgar, Edward, Freckles, Hannah, Herman, John, Joker, Jumbo, Lau, Lawrence, Patrick, Phipps, Ran Mao, Ronald, Sebastian, Triplets, Undertaker, Wendy, William

Who puts off meeting their S/O’s parents for as long as is reasonably possible: Aleister, Astre, Gregory, Grell, Peter, Rudger, Snake, Wolfram

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Out of curiosity, how would the Noah’s Ark Circus boys be with a fem opera singer s/o?

babies, all of em <3

Lord, she can hit notes he’s never even conceived of! He’s always in awe while she’s singing; all anyone needs to do to confirm it is to look at him. As long as his S/O has her mouth open and some tune coming out of it, his eyes are glued to her, and he’s got a dreamy expression on his face. He thinks of her as sort of… fancy and unattainable. Except, well, obviously that’s a lie, because he’s got her. It’s always a shift to him, the way he can go from thinking of her that way, to lying in her lap at night while she sings to him. She’s not some held-up ideal or just an idea or a person he can never have, she’s a dream come true. Listening to her sing makes him drift off, although he teases her, “Why are y’ try’na make me fall asleep? Any dream I ‘ave ain’t gonna ‘old a candle t’ y’.”

Well, well, look at this! Another natural entertainer just like him, so it’s no surprise they get on so grandly. Does she want to use that talent of hers in a show with the circus from time to time? He’d love it; someone as incredible as her would draw a big crowd. Of course, that’s not all he’s thinking about. He could listen to her singing all day. Even if she sings in other languages, foreign operas that he’s never heard of, even if he doesn’t know what the song is about, just her voice on its own is something to be praised. Sometimes he likes to sing with her, if he starts a song and she continues it. He’s far from a bad singer, but a professional like her blows him away. Her voice is a gift, and he doesn’t know what he did to deserve it… he’s just lucky he has it. Often, one might notice him closing his eyes to soak it in whenever she sings. It’s one of the few times he actually relaxes a bit.

Ah… well… she could be with anyone, couldn’t she? A skill like that… he’s especially appreciative of it, because music is something he’s passionate about even if he doesn’t always show it. To him this is the equivalent of dating a famous actress, and he doesn’t feel good enough for someone like her. Though, that’s not to say he looks down on himself or thinks she’s ‘better’ than he is. It’s just… it’s complicated. He still loves her, so much, and is trying to work through his feelings about it. Mostly, he just quietly admires her. Particularly whenever she’s singing. The first time he starts to play his harmonica as a background for whatever she’s singing, he does it shyly. When her eyes light up and she seems to enjoy that, however, he does it a lot less self-consciously every time after. She’s his perfect partner; he couldn’t have someone he loved more if he’d handmade them himself. Once in a rare, rare while, in private… he might actually sing with her.

Damn, how long did she train to be able to sing like that? Probably longer than he had to train to be able to do the trapeze! Or maybe not. Who knows? The king of overcompensating as usual, he sometimes brushes off her singing as something she’s spent too long on, even though he knows it’s literally her career. He realizes it might come across as hurtful, but it’s like he can’t shut his own rude comments up. It’s almost sad, because that’s not something he believes. He doesn’t think she’s ‘thrown away her life’ or spent too much time singing. He’s just… intimidated. He doesn’t think of himself as special compared to her, and thinks if he can scoff at her talent, she might appreciate his. Of course, what he fails to realize is that she probably already does appreciate his talent. In more peaceful moments, he might offer some small apologies and make it clear that he thinks her voice is amazing.

(Oooh. She has as much control over her voice as you do over yours, Snake.) Most certainly, Donne. Perhaps even more so. She’s impressive. He’s even more intimidated of his S/O than Peter is in the same situation, because of his self-worth being basically nonexistent. How can someone like her want to be with someone like him…? A part of him acknowledges that they’re similar in some way, and perhaps it’s because he knows all the effort and technique that’s required to manipulate one’s voice — whether through singing the way she does or through the acting he does. He and the snakes are all thoroughly soothed by her singing, to the point that sometimes the snakes will crawl up to rest on her throat (if that doesn’t bother her) to feel the vibrations better. There are moments, where he feels very selfish, where he lays his head on her chest and asks softly, “Would you sing me something?” Though… he typically makes an excuse that it’s a snake who wants to hear. That’s nothing new.

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May I please request any of the Noah’s Ark Circus crew with an s/o who studies psychology and will happily teach them if asked?

aaaaa babies!! <3

Eh, wot’s that? Explain t’ ‘er exac’ly wot they do, yeah? Then she’ll decide if she’s int’rested. Really, it’s not likely she’d have much interest in actually learning about psychology once she finds out what it is. Of course, she absolutely appreciates what her S/O does and thinks it’s useful. It’s just… she doesn’t want to understand how her own mind works, and she doesn’t want to psychoanalyze her family. If she has problems, she’ll sort them out. For someone like her, too much knowledge of psychology would shift her world view a bit too much. As long as they’re okay with her gently saying she’ll leave the psychology to them, all’s good.

‘Uh? Well… damn, that’s pret’y fascinatin’! Maybe it’ll ‘elp ‘im understand other people better? He likes the concept of it in theory. It seems like understanding how people’s minds work would be a good thing; it might allow him to better comfort his family and his S/O and all that. Though… eh… more than anything, learning about psychology causes him to overthink things. He trips over his words more, he second guesses himself more, so he decides after a bit that he’s content just doing things the way he usually does. However, he couldn’t be prouder of his S/O!

‘Oly… so, wait, that’s what they do f’r a livin’?! Sign Freckles up t’ learn ‘bout it, at leas’ for a li’l while! Unlike some of their family, Freckles can put a disconnect between learning about psychology and applying it to their daily life. They simply think learning how people’s minds work, in general, is appealing to them. They find something incredible in it, and they don’t feel as if they have to take what they’ve learned and try to pick apart their friends and family. Learning about it is enough for them. It does go without saying that (Name) is just as wonderful to them as ever!

Ah, so, that’s th’ secret tae ‘ow well they seem t’ understand ev’ryone, is it? ‘E supposes that ain’t so bad. There are worse professions, in his opinion, and it seems like his S/O is doing their best to help people using their knowledge. That’s something he finds admirable, especially because he doesn’t think he’s all that good at helping people himself. He gently declines to ask them to teach him anything, because he already knows what’s going on inside his own head; it’s not like he could do anything with the knowledge, anyway. But if they talk about it, he will listen, because he adores them and their work.

Eh? ‘E guesses that’s all well ‘n’ good… ain’t like there’s anythin’ wrong with it, right? They definitely got ‘is respect, at leas’. He doesn’t really have any strong feelings about it one way or the other, but if nothing else, he likes that his S/O is doing something that can help others. He knows they’re a kind, caring person, so this is just another example of that. While he doesn’t usually seek out any information about psychology on his own, he’ll absolutely listen to them talk… and probably ask questions. There’s no doubt he has a deep appreciation for his darling’s work.

Oi, they got nothin’ better t’ do than get inside other people’s ‘eads ‘n’ shite? Wot good’s that gonna do ‘im? He thinks it’s all too sophisticated for him, and not only that, he doesn’t see the point in it. In his opinion, all it’s going to do is confuse the hell out of him, so why bother? He’s just fine with his S/O continuing this line of work; he’s pretty convinced he couldn’t stop them if he tried. And, hey, they’re trying to help people. Kinder than he would have been, most likely. Although they shouldn’t expect him to prompt them to talk about it on his own, he’ll listen if they wanna prattle on to him. There are worse subjects for them to talk about.

(Oh, it’s sort of like they know what’s going on in people’s heads, isn’t it?) He supposes it is, Emily. (Haha, you should let them get inside your head, Snake!) He’s not quite sure how to feel about it. This isn’t the worst career he’s seen someone have, certainly. It’s actually rather nice that they try to help people using their knowledge. And… he can’t pretend he isn’t curious. All things considered, it’s one of the more interesting things to learn about, and it might teach him something about himself. He’s actually got a bit of a scholarly head on his shoulders. He and his S/O have passed many nights just lying with each other, him asking questions about psychology and them answering. It’s… peaceful and enlightening.

‘Uh, well, that ain’t a thing she woulda pegged ‘em f’r studyin’ ‘bout ‘n’ all. Not that she’d know wot someone who does that stuff looks like, ‘course! She could think of a million worse things for someone to do for a job, and at least they’re not doing anything overly risky or cruel. It’s a fascinating thing to think about, anyway. She might not directly ask her S/O to teach her anything with regard to psychology, but she does ask frequent questions. She might even teasingly ask if they’d be willing to help with her brother’s anger issues. Ironically (Name)’s own mind is deeply interesting to her, even when she does understand them as a person. She’ll never not be fascinated with them regardless of whether she has anything to learn from them or not.

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Can I request "I can't stop thinking about you" or "last night was incredible" for Peter? Your Peter content always makes my morning/afternoon/evening/night.

aaaaaa you're so kind ;w; thank you so much!

I love my short king <3

things that you want to hear.

This is the fifth time this week you’ve been back to the circus.

You can’t help yourself, because you feel like you’ve begun to fall for one of the trapeze artists. He occupies your every other thought even when there are other things you should be thinking about.

He’s the most fascinating person you’ve come across since you can’t remember when. This short man with youthful features, who is undoubtedly an adult. You’ve never seen a child carry themself the way he does. He’s got short blonde hair, slate-blue eyes, and something about him has just made you weak.

The rest of the troupe must know about your infatuation. Several of them have made comments about seeing you, particularly the ringleader who seems to wonder what in the world their show has to offer ‘someone like you’. (One of the nobility, you’re sure he means. It stuns people when one of London’s aristocracy is overly and genuinely interested in affairs like this commoners’ circus.)

A woman of the same stature as the object of your affections introduced herself and the man, who’s apparently her brother… except you haven’t actually spoken to him yet. She just gave you their names before suggesting, several times, that you might want to talk to him.

Today, at least, you’re trying. You’ve come closer than before, lingering by where he’s perched atop a crate, eating half an apple. It looks like his eyes are unfocused, drifting off wherever, and suddenly ― as if sensing that you’re watching him ― he snaps his gaze over to you.

His eyes are withering. You’re not sure what he’s thinking, unless he’s hoping his eyes turn to daggers and strike you dead. At last, he scoffs. “The ‘ell are y’ gawkin’ at? I ain’t some freak show. Ain’t y’ been ‘ere enough times that a li’l man don’t shock y’ no more?”

… Oh, dear. He’s noticed that you’ve been to the circus a lot. Not just a lot, every night this week that they’ve put on a show. And two afternoons.

You suppose, in hindsight, that you could have been a bit more subtle. Are you staring at him?? Maybe. But not for the reason he thinks.

“I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to gawk. And you’re not shocking, for the record.” You shift around before taking a step closer. “It’s… PETER, right? I’m (Name).”

“Oh, that right? (Name)?” He spits a couple of apple seeds into the grass. “I don’t care. Y’ been talkin’ t’ Wendy, ‘ave y’? Wot’re y’ lingerin’ round ‘ere f’r? Y’ keep comin’ t’ shows. Even people wot like our acts ain’t that faithful. Wot’s y’r problem?”

Part of you wonders if you should just come out and say it. That’s like tearing a bandage off a painful wound, right? Get it over with? At least if you do that, he can’t accuse you of beating around the bush.

So you take a deep breath. “I… I can’t stop thinking about you. That’s my problem. I… well… not ― not that I’d call it a problem, per se, but…” That’s what he’s asking, isn’t it? Why you keep coming to shows? You might as well be honest.

Of course, that does get his attention. He clearly wasn’t expecting that response, and perks up with eyes wide toward you. After a moment of surprise, his expression turns angry. Or, at least, incredibly irritated. “Oi, ‘avin’ a go at me? Ain’t funny. Wendy put y’ up t’ playin’ some joke on me, ‘uh?”

“W… what??” He thinks you telling him that you’re attracted to him is his sister playing a trick on him? You’re almost insulted that he thinks you’d let yourself be used like that. “No, she has nothing to do with… well, perhaps, she kept encouraging me to talk to you, but… but I think that’s only because she knew I had feelings for you.”

He rolls his eyes, and takes another bite from his apple half. More seeds find their way into the grass. He’s so… crude. “Y’ don’t fuckin’ know me, ‘ow can y’ ‘ave feelin’s f’r me? Go find a wood t’ get lost in.”

You frown, then step closer. “I’m being honest with you. It’s not something I can explain, but… I find you very handsome, and I… I came over today to finally ask if you’d like to go with me.”

“Go with y’? Go where with y’?”

“I mean… out? I don’t know where exactly… dinner, or a play, or dancing, or just a stroll…” You shrug. “We can do whatever you’d like.”

This time when he spits out another couple of seeds, he sputters, sounding almost like he’s choking. To wit, after spitting them out, he coughs a few times. “Wot, like a… wot d’they call it… courtin’ me?! Pfff… didn’t know Wendy would ask y’ t’ go this far. ‘M almost sorry f’r y’.”

Alright, you’re starting to get a little disheartened. “If you don’t want to go with me, you can just say so. I’ve got feelings; you could let me down gently.”

“The devil y’ goin’ on about?” With the final bite of his apple taken, he tosses the core down onto the ground and looks back at you. Then, he blinks a few times. “… Ah, fuck. Tell me this is a joke.”

“It’s not,” you mumble, rubbing self-consciously at your arm. “I don’t know why you assumed that, but it’s not. Genuinely, I can’t get you out of my head, and I’d like to get to know you better. Wendy was only talking to me because she noticed I was paying attention to you.”

He raises his hands, spread out as if to stop you from talking. “Wait, wait. So, y’re tellin’ me… y’ actually wanna be seen out in public with me?”

“That’s… strangely specific. But, yes, that’s what courting you would mean. Unless you wouldn’t be comfortable with that.” You shrug. “You’re allowed to say no to me, but I do like you. Sincerely. No tricks. I find you handsome and interesting.”

Peter squints at you, head tilted, like he’s searching for any little sign of a lie. After a long moment, he blows a breath out his nose, and pushes himself off the crate he’s been sitting on. It’s almost like he thinks if he reminds you how much shorter he is than you, you’ll reconsider. “Alright, (Name). Come back after t’morrow night’s show, ‘n’ we’ll take a walk ‘r somethin’.”

With that, he turns to walk off. “Don’t worry, y’ll ‘ave enough’a me after that!”

Somehow, you don’t think you will. Just this short interaction has left you wanting more.

How much more, you wonder, will you want after spending an evening with him?

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How do you imagine it would go if the Noah’s Ark Circus boys are sleeping next to their hypermobile fem s/o for the first time and then her joints start clicking and popping as she stretches and she doesn’t even bat an eye because this is normal for her? I hope this is fine.

totally fine!

these sweet boys I'm gonna cry <3

… Mh, damn, is his leg acting up again? Makin’ stupid sounds? “Sorry, love,” he mumbles as he tries to go back to sleep. He’s convinced it was his body making the clicks and pops, because his prosthetic leg obviously isn’t perfect and has made noises like that before. He just ignores it because it’s part of life for him, but he makes the effort to apologize because it’s strange for anyone who doesn’t know what it is. As soon as he registers that it was her joints making those sounds, he lifts his head up, blinks at her, and laughs. “Oh, my God, y’ do that too??” He thinks it’s cuter coming from her than it is from him. With that settled, he simply shrugs. His arm’s circled a little more securely around her, and he nestles in so they can go back to sleep. It’s normal for him, too, so no reason to be fussed about it.

Eh? What’s that…? Sorry, love, sounds like he forgot to oil his arm! As with most things, he tries to make a joke of it; especially because he’s self-conscious about his ‘bad’ arm, he’d prefer a laugh instead of an eye roll or an annoyed look aimed his way. Like Dagger, he thinks it’s him making the noises. His arm pops and clicks sometimes. Of course, then he looks over, sees her stretching, and it’s like a light bulb goes off that… it’s her! He chuckles about it, teasing, “Aha! Well. Guess we both need some oil so our joints don’t creak, eh, beauty?” It’s something they have in common, even if it’s something strange, so he doesn’t mind it a bit. It’s almost endearing, as long as it doesn’t mean she’s in pain. He snuggles back up and murmurs for her to try to drift back off. Not a big deal at all. A little funny, just not a big deal.

Oi, wot’s that… somethin’ 'appenin’…?? His mind processes those noises as a part of some odd dream he’s having, at first. Although he does hear those things occasionally thanks to Joker, Beast, and Dagger having limbs which make similar sounds, the thought somehow didn’t occur to him that perhaps his S/O’s joints might make them too. Once he looks over at her to realize that those pops and clicks are coming from her, he’s quick to ask, even half-asleep, “Oi… y’ alright, sweet’eart? Y’ ‘urtin’?” His first instinct is to think she’s in pain, so he’s ready to wake himself up and help. Then, just as fast, he’s assured that it must not be serious. If it was painful, she’d probably be reacting more than that. Regardless, he worries about her always, so he scoops her up a little bit closer. A hand on her back, holding her gently, and reminding her that he’s here if she needs anything before he goes back to sleep. Though, he only returns to his dream once she’s asleep first.

Lord, but what the blue ‘ell is that?! It sounds like a buncha baby gunshots or some shite. By this point he’s tired, so he’s trying hard not to snap, it’s just that he doesn’t know what the noises could be. Despite having heard similar things where Dagger, Joker, and Beast’s artificial limbs are concerned, he didn’t even wonder about whether (Name)’s joints did it. The idea makes him give a little huff, mainly for the fact that he was woken up because of anything. It’s not necessarily irritating to him in general. He grumbles for a bit, then nuzzles against her to make sure she isn’t in pain or anything. Once he’s confirmed that, he reaches down to give a gentle rub at her knee like he sometimes does. “C’mon, precious. Let’s go back t’ sleep.” With any luck, the both of them are out within minutes in each other’s arms.

(… Do you hear something?) It’s likely nothing, Oscar. Don’t worry. (No, I hear it too!) Well, if Emily and Oscar are agreeing, perhaps it’s something after all. He pushes himself up a bit in bed and looks around, bleary-eyed, and neither him nor the snakes see anything of note. However, then he looks over at his sweetheart, and… oh. He figures it out a little faster than any of the others, simply because he’s incredibly observant. The snakes possibly being nearby and hearing exactly where the sounds are coming from helps, too. Even though he’s hesitant to touch her too much, he reaches to put a hand on her arm and whispers, “Is everything alright? Are you in pain?” He doesn’t fail to cover it by clarifying that the snakes want to know, instead of him. Still… she doesn’t look to be hurting. She seems fine. He scoots himself closer anyway, wrapping his arms around her as if to protect her as they sleep. There. Nice and secure.

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Can I request “I Choose” by Alessia Cara for Jumbo or Snake? They deserve all the love.

yessss absolutely!! they do ;w;

I've done at least one songfic for Jumbo before so I did Snake this time around!

🎶 Songfic Meme 🎶

DISCLAIMER: This is a (mini) songfic to the song “I Choose” by Alessia Cara! I don’t own the song, don’t claim to, and am not profiting off this piece at all.

All of my life, I thought I was right looking for something new stuck in my ways, like old-fashioned days but all the roads led me to you the house that you live in don’t make it a home but feeling lonely don’t mean you’re alone people in life, they will come and they’ll leave but if I had a choice I know where I would be

Aside from the few memories SNAKE has of his parents, he’s gone through life looking forward.

He’s trudged along, trying to keep his head down, and searching desperately for something that will make him feel whole. In his mind, what good would it do to dwell on his memories from his life before? It’s behind him. He’ll never find his parents again, he’ll never see them, and… it’s his past.

So he has to keep going, not looking back. Sometimes even now, with the good life he has and the family he’s surrounded by, the ones who want him… sometimes he still keeps looking, even though he’s sure he’s happy now.

It hurts, to still have this deep aching in his chest despite knowing that he isn’t alone anymore. He has his family in the circus… and he has you. Someone who wants to be with him, sleep beside him, kiss him. He never thought he would have something like that.

Despite that thing that feels like a hole inside of him, he can’t imagine wanting to ever leave any of you. Not for something else, not for any reason. He’s weaved in and out of the crowds, among so many people; you all are the only ones who’ve stayed with him.

So he wants to stay with you, too.

through the lows and the highs, I will stay by your side there’s no need for goodbyes, now I’m seeing the light when the sky turns to grey and there’s nothing to say at the end of the day, I choose you

It happens often when he looks at you, wandering among the tents after a show. You’re a bright spot in his entire life. Your smile could cut through even the darkest night and he doesn’t know what he did to deserve something like that.

There are so many times that Snake is afraid that you’ll be ripped away from him, the same way his mother was ripped away from him. It’s happened before, and that memory makes him acutely aware that it could happen again. It could happen to anyone he’s come to love. It’s not fair, but it’s a hard truth that he has to acknowledge.

When he looks at you, he’s reminded of just how fiercely he’s ready to fight so that he doesn’t have to lose you. You, or any of his family. Despite that he doesn’t like fighting, if he has to do it to keep you with him, he will.

It doesn’t matter if bad things happen. There are lots of bad things that could happen. So what? He can’t just sit in his tent for his entire life, terrified of losing you. He’d miss out on everything good that could happen.

Every day, every moment, he gathers his strength and he chooses to be with you.

now I found the strength to make a change and look at the magic I found no matter the name or where you came from ‘cause no one has much figured out the house that you live in don’t make it a home but feeling lonely don’t mean you're alone I finally found where I feel I belong and I know you’ll be there with wide open arms

You twine your fingers with his and laugh, “You look like you’re thinking hard about something, sweetheart! Penny for your thoughts?”

He doesn’t even think his thoughts are worth that much. His face turns pink anyway, prompting him to hide against your neck. All his memories run wild, from the wonder of what his parents named him to the abuse he’s been through to every single incredible thing he’s experienced since finding you.

The whole circus could vanish tomorrow, and as long as he still had you and his family, it wouldn’t even matter. You would all be alright if you had each other. He knows he’d be alright if he had you and his family.

Everyone accepts him here. You do. His family does. If all those material things burned to the ground, he’d still have you, no matter how scary it would be. He’s safe inside your embrace. No matter what happens.

“I’m happy,” he finally murmurs, “that I’m not alone. That I have you. … Says Webster.”

through the lows and the highs, I will stay by your side there’s no need for goodbyes, now I’m seeing the light when the sky turns to grey and there’s nothing to say at the end of the day, I choose you I choose you

He doesn’t think anyone could pay him enough to let go of you. It’s simply frustrating that he doesn’t feel like he can express the depth of his love for you, or his family. He’s stuck because of how he was treated before, unable to speak on his own.

He wonders: does that even affect the weight of his words? Just because he uses his snakes to speak, does that water down what he’s saying? Because at least he’s trying to say it. He wants you to know just how fully he loves you, how secure and important you make him feel. He wants to be able to say it himself.

It’s not something he can do yet. With your support and his family’s support, he thinks he will one day.

For now, maybe this is enough. Maybe the cling of his embrace is what expresses it better than the things he could ever say.

For what it’s worth, you seem content with that answer as you give him a squeeze. “I’m glad you’re not alone, too.” Your voice is soft, caring. He could crawl inside your voice and sleep there forever. “You deserve lots of love, my darling. I’ll never let you be alone ever again. Alright?”

… Ah. It is very alright.

through the lows and the highs, I will stay by your side there’s no need for goodbyes, now I’m seeing the light through the lows and the highs I will stay by your side there’s no need for goodbyes, now I’m seeing the light when the sky turns to grey and there’s nothing to say at the end of the day, I choose you

Who cares how bad things get? Snake has a family. He has your hand to hold his, even and especially when he feels unsteady.

Who cares about all the people passing by, staring at the scene as you hold him and kiss his cheek? They don’t know a damn thing about him, or about you.

Who cares if life is shaky from one moment to the next? All of you have something constant, when the rest of the world isn’t, something to hold onto.

He doesn’t want to ever let you go. He doesn’t want to lose you.

So he holds to you as tight as he’s ever held to anything.

He thinks he’s going to wake up and choose to be with you, every day for the rest of his life, regardless of what that life will look like.

He loves his family. He loves you.

There isn’t any great or terrible thing in the world that can touch that.

oh, I choose you I choose you.