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Aye-aye! I’d be happy to! – Mod Nautilus

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Lupin would love being the light of his kids’ lives. From the time they were in diapers all the way up, Lupin would find new ways to shock and impress them with his tricks. He delights in calling his family his “Band of Noble Thieves” and even makes a special trip to Leonhardt to show off his new bundles of joy.

“Take a good look at them, old man, because when they get older all you’ll see are their backs as they follow in THEIR old man’s footsteps!”

When push comes to shove, though, I think he would be happy with any vocational path his children choose. He would want his children to be free to forge their own paths– as long as they keep their honorable hearts. His brand of justice is definitely something that he would work hard to pass on.

… There’s definitely a part of him that doesn’t want them to grow up to be detectives, though!! Which makes things a little awkward when a certain Herlock Sholmes keeps on visiting. He insists that he’s only there to accompany Watson, though. After all, there is no finer doctor in London, and the children need check-ups.

… Hilariously, the children are very fond of Sholmes, and begin to call him ‘Uncle’.

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When Van’s first child is born, he refuses to leave the baby’s side. Even though that’s the case, he’s rather nervous about holding the baby. It’s so… tiny and small… so FRAGILE. What if he hurt them? It takes a long time for the mother to convince Van that he’s gentle enough to hold the back… and then it’s even harder for him to let go. He holds that baby every moment he can.

Because of this, I imagine his children becoming very, very attached to him– and he loves it. He’s their quiet protector, saving them from monsters that lurk in closets and under beds. He teaches them how to defend themselves, even if their tiny fists could do no damage to humans, they’re fantastic for taking out boogeymen!

As his children grow up, though, it becomes hard for Van to learn to let go. He’s still their protector… and becomes a little OVER-protective. Heaven forbid one of his children bring home a date! This would drive a wedge in their relationship, and it would take many long conversations with his partner for Van to realize that he has to trust them. They aren’t fragile babies anymore.

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Fran would spoil his children before they’re even born, reading to them when they’re inside their mother’s womb. He would be so excited, talking to all of his patients about how wonderful the mother is and what a fantastic job she’s doing and how well everything is going.

When they’re born, Fran would hang their pictures up all over his office, he would even joke about them replacing Sisi as a mascot (Sisi is very offended by this suggestion). Even when his children wake him up in the middle of the night crying, Fran always greets them with a smile.

He continues to read to them about every subject he can get his hands on– from fantastic stories to biographies of important men and women in history. Even if their mother tells him that they won’t understand, he smiles and says that– even if a part of them understands the feelings of his words, then it’s all worth it.

When his children get older, Fran tries very hard to be fair and firm, a pillar in their life. …… It doesn’t work, though, and it becomes very obvious what a pushover of a dad Fran is. The mother would definitely have to be the one to discipline them!

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I personally imagine Impey adopting a bunch of kids and becoming an “old man” just like he had. However, in keeping with the theme of the rest of these answers, I’ll proceed as if he’s become a biological dad.

When Impey finds out that his wife is pregnant, he cries with joy and picks her up to spin her around, only to be sharply reprimanded to be careful with her. From then on, he pretty much treats her like a porcelain doll, spoiling and tending to her every need.

He makes the nursery himself! It might look a little strange at first, but clearly a lot of love was put into it. Despite the crib and other furniture being made of metal, he’s covered it all with so many soft things that there’s no way his baby would be uncomfortable. He even drags Fran over and asks him to make sure that everything is perfect for the baby’s health.

Impey is the coolest dad EVER. He constantly has to fight with himself about whether his kids are old enough to do things like ride in the Ornithopter, but he’ll always make sure they go on plenty of adventures. He loves driving his family through the London countryside where they can collect fireflies and watch the moon.

He’s pretty much the opposite of Van when it comes to protectiveness. He wants his kids to be safe, of course, but he also wants them to explore their own passions, even if it means they might end up with scraped knees. He’s always there with a bandage and a healing kiss, anyway! Chuu–!

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Saint never expected to be a father. In all of his years, it was the furthest thing from his mind. Does that mean he isn’t excited? Far from it! He just has to prepare first. He goes into overdrive baby-proofing the mansion, making sure that there are no antiques that could hurt his child. He becomes so intent on making sure that his baby has a welcoming environment that both the mother and the rest of the Lupin Gang are a little worried. But, when they see how honest Saint’s smile is, they let him have his eccentricities.

The baby is born into pretty much a palace. Saint spares no expense making sure that his child and the mother have the very best.

He’s very surprised one night, though, when the baby receives a christening from someone very unexpected.Three someones, actually– and a dog. Truth be told, he’s hesitant for Omnibus to even see his child, but she’s charmed when the baby smiles at her. She tells Saint that this child is destined for wonderful things.

Saint might even be more protective than Van, but he’s far subtler about it. As his child gets older, though, they would definitely pick up on their father’s mannerisms. Saint’s smile hides a LOT, but his child would be sharp enough to know when their father is worrying a little too much.

Saint would definitely choose not to tell his child about his past, and that’s something he would discuss with his partner as soon as he found out he would be a father. I doubt that Saint’s child would ever remember meeting Omnibus, but they’re very fond of their Uncle Hansel (even if he does eat all their candy)… and a little intimidated by their cool Aunt Guinevere.

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Many apologies for the delay in our response! Mod Nautilus has been under the weather and Mod Apostle has had some family stuff to deal with. I, Mod Apostle will be taking your request this time.

We were not sure if you meant the guys’ first time ever or their first time with a special lover, so I’ll give a little of both. If you had something different in mind, just let us know!

Mildly NSFW for sexy situations.

Lupin:

Lupin would want his lover’s first time with him to absolutely dazzle her. He would be patient and wait for the right moment. His would be a romantic seduction with a candlelight dinner, fragrant red roses and wine. Feeling his lover’s excitement build, he would passionately and skillfully react to that need, undressing them and kissing them, learning quickly how best to excite and entice. He wouldn’t be content with anything less than a perfect performance, and he would be sure his lover was satisfied and yet longing for more.

Lupin’s first time was likely as a teenager with someone older and worldly. Perhaps a courtesan who was attracted to the scrappy young thief’s courage and confidence, with a mind to teach him the arts of love.

Impey:

Despite first impressions, Impey’s lover would probably make the first move. They would take him by surprise by kissing him passionately and even undressing him, much to his alarm. He would be shy at first, but once his mind caught up to the fact of what was really happening and the fact that his lover wanted him so badly, he would enthusiastically respond. I feel like his first time with his lover would be a learning experience for both of them, likely a little awkward, but passionate and fun. It would only get better from there.

Impey was likely SHOCKED when his clumsy attempts at seduction worked with an exuberant young lady. He was likely very VERY shy and nervous, but his lover being a little more experienced than himself, expressed her delight with his beautiful body and impressive size, and gleefully showed him what was what.

Fran:

Once in a committed relationship, Fran would be eager to be intimate with his partner. After some initial blushing and awkwardness, he would approach his first time with his lover with plenty of enthusiasm and passion. He would be quite gentle and his lover would be delighted at how unexpectedly certain and through his touch and lovemaking was.

Fran’s first time was likely an awkward, shy experience with a fellow classmate. Perhaps a puppy love that developed over time into a gentle, curious romance of exploration and teenage desire.

Van:

Van would be an absolute gentleman until his lover is ready. When the time comes, he would absolutely spoil his lover, granting her every wish, and treating her like a princess. If his lover is inexperienced, he would be patient and careful, but intense and powerfully physical. He has plenty of stamina, and his lover would fall asleep most content.

Van’s first time was likely with a noble lady who found this gifted, hardworking, and very handsome young man irresistible. She came to watch him train and seduced him. He was a quick study and his lover was soon very happy she chose him.

Saint:

Saint would watch his lover carefully and would know they were ready before they could articulate it for themselves. He would plan for their first night together to be an intimate time where he could focus his attention completely on his lover’s needs and desires with no distractions. His lover would notice something was different. His expressions are softer and his kisses more intense. They feel warm under his gaze, the way his fingers linger on theirs. The formless feelings in their heart that start to take shape and have a name. He reads the desire in their eyes and is pleased to know that he was right. If they are inexperienced, he promises that they have nothing to fear. They joyfully submit to his knowing, warm gaze and gentle kisses, and realize they want much more than kisses. Saint answers that desire slowly, enjoying their reactions, savoring them, provoking more of them, answering them with his own, leaving his lover breathless and utterly delighted and satisfied. They fall asleep wrapped tightly in his arms with a smile on their face.

We’ve gotten so many wonderful requests for domestic fluff, thank you all so much!! Mod Apostle and I were happy to double-team on this one! (Mod Apostle did Lupin, Impey, and Saint while I took care of Van, Fran, and Sholmes.)

Enjoy!

– Mod Nautilus

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Lupin:

-Lupin’s mind is usually too busy to take the time to do mundane things, but he still manages to always do his share of chores. If hebreaks something, you can bet he’ll take care of it without complaint. His rooms and workbench are usually tidy and organized. He likes to have his tools and devices where he can tinker with them easily.

-Lupin can cook if asked, but he isn’t especially good or bad at it. His dishes are pretty basic, though well prepared. He has too much pride to do things halfway even if it isn’t his special interest. He isn’t especially particular about what he eats. He enjoys eating at trendy street cafés and places he can people watch.

-Lupin enjoys shopping, especially for clothes. He takes his image seriously and loves fine fabrics and high quality tailoring. He is well aware of what looks best on him.

-Even when he isn’t working, Lupin enjoys taking long walks up, around and over the city. It helps keep him fit and his senses sharp. Even better if he has a cute apprentice he can share it all with.

Van:

-It’s a little sad how much Van enjoys cooking. He loves spending time in the kitchen and lovingly crafting meals that he’s so certain that his friends will love. He’s also very proud of his concoctions. Cooking is a way that he can show someone his love, though he would never say it. … This is depressing. He has no idea just how deadly his food is.

-For someone called the ‘Human Weapon’, Van is surprisingly good at homemaking (except for the cooking part). It’s really left over from when he lived with his family. He’s excellent at knitting and is skilled at mending his clothes. He’s used to living a pretty utilitarian life, so he’s not the best at cleaning house, but he should be just fine as long as he has a significant other to remind him not to leave his guns on all the tables!

-Van loves shopping if his significant other is with him. He will happily buy them an entire store of clothes and won’t listen to their protests. He would adore spending time on the town with them, taking them to restaurants, the opera, dances, all kinds of fun things. He would be so happy to enjoy life as a normal man in love.

… He’d also enjoy taking them grocery shopping so they could give him ideas for what to cook next. RIP.

Fran:

I feel like Mod Apostle has already done such a good job with Fran, but here’s something:

-When it comes to cooking, Fran isn’t very frilly and he doesn’t have a lot of time to devote to it. However, he does enjoy emulating his mother’s cooking from time to time, hearty meals like shepherd’s pie and the like. It’s very warm and nostalgic. Fran would feel a little sheepish about sharing it with others, especially people like Impey and Saint who are excellent cooks.

Impey:

-Impey has a habit of getting so engrossed in his work that he can forget to eat and sleep. He sleeps at his desk or slumped on his workbench more often than not if he has a special project. Especially his rocket to go to the moon. He does best with a partner who understands his passion and is able to take care of the mundane household details when he’s in a fit ofcreation.  

-Impey likes to shop for things relevant to his interests, but his partner needs to absolutely drag him to buy clothes. He complains, butonce they get him in the store and tell him how sexy he is all dressed up, heembraces it and will try on everything in the store.

-When he has a family, he thoroughly enjoys teaching his children himself. He loves to give them the same joy for science and passion for following their dreams, whatever they might be, as his Old Man gave him. He can often be found in his studio with his kids building devices and tinkering with machines. Or playing sports or just doing whatever makes them happy. He’s a dad his kids can always count on to be interested in and supportive of their passions.

Saint:

-Saint actually enjoys housekeeping. It is distracting and oddly comforting way to spend time. He can be inclined to clutter, because he has so many collections, and he sometimes stashes things away, only to forget he has them and find them a few (or a few hundred) years later in the back of some forgotten closet.

-Even more than housekeeping, Saint loves his gardens. Nothing is more relaxing to him than tending his flowers. He has little preference among them, though he does have a special fondness for poisonous plants with beguilingly beautiful flowers and intoxicating scent. The exquisite and deadly always captivates him. He is also very well versed in the language of flowers. Most of the bouquets he arranges in his mansions have messages and meanings for those who can read them. (Whom are very few.) It amuses him greatly to use the flower language that way.

-Saint is an exceptional chef with vast experience. He enjoys many kinds of cuisine from all over the world. He loves the imaginative use of herbs and spices, though he prefers lighter fare. He has a passion for delicate, melt-in-your mouth millefeuille pastries, and loves making them as a special treat for his loved ones.

-He sometimes enjoys playing music, usually piano or violin, or even some of the ancient, exotic instruments in his collections, as a way to soothe himself or his lover. Saint enjoys orchestral music, but many of his favorites tunes are simple, ancient folk melodies and gentle heartfelt hymns.

-Saint enjoys shopping greatly. His taste is often dictated by the trends of the day. He always dresses impeccably for the time as a way to blend in and inhabit his role. Even after he’s free it is a habit that sticks with him. He also loves dressing his partner impeccably for the sheer aesthetic beauty of it.

-Saint has a window seat in his bedroom filled with many plush velvet cushions where he sits and reads. If his lover has been working too hard, he will scoop her up and settle her in front of him to read to her for the evening with tea and pastries at hand, not taking no for an answer.

Sholmes:

-Oh boy. It’s not that Sholmes doesn’t… know… how to take care of a house. It’s just that he doesn’t. At all. I’m not entirely sure that he knows how to “human” half the time, so trash and things pile up quickly. I’m not sure how he survived without Watson for so long. His poor SO would have to be willing to take care of the house, or live in Sholmes’ clutter. They could try beating him upside the head with a sponge, but I don’t think it would work out too well.

-Sholmes doesn’t cook. That’s probably a good thing. He eats out often, and would enjoy the company of his SO. It would be easy for him to get in a routine with them, though getting him to spontaneously try new things might be a little difficult.

-He enjoys taking long walks through London, but he will get distracted quite easily if he finds something that interests him or relates to one of his cases. This makes going on dates with him particularly obnoxious…

Mod Apostle here with yet more domestic (sort of) headcanons for you! I hope you enjoy!

Van:

Van is an absolute worrywart. If he thinks his partner is tired or overworked he’ll swoop in and do all the chores right away. If she’s sick he’ll fret and completely disregard his own health to take care of her. (Though his cooking skills might make things worse rather than better.)

Van is trying very hard. Always. It is as if he has read about the things a good husband does and is determined to get them all right. This approach makes him diligent, but sometimes a little clueless about the finer details and exaggerated in his reactions. You love hats? He’ll buy you ten. You hate the color orange? He agrees with you and he’ll throw away all of Impey’s hideous jumpsuits… ahem. He can occasionally seem rather less mature than his lover would expect him to be.

Van’s personal needs are few, but he enjoys seeing his lover excited and enjoying themself. Whatever makes them happy will also make him happy. That is his honest feeling. His lover will need to work at finding out the kinds of things he enjoys doing for himself.

Once they manage that, they will find that Van enjoys simple, domestic pleasures. I think he would like a hobby like woodworking and making things (he thinks) his lover and friends will find useful. Whether they really ARE useful is another story. He can be rather off the mark sometimes. (Usually) with hilarious results.

Van is used to city life, but would not be adverse to a quiet spell in the country. He likes peaceful walks in nature with a gentle companion.

Saint:

(I’m taking a little different tack with this one because I have done a lot of normal domestic Saint headcanons and was inspired to do something a little more… romantic. It isn’t really ‘domestic’ like housework or raking the yard, but it is the sort of thing I can imagine Saint thinking up for an otherwise ordinary evening at home with his lover.)

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Saint’s fondness for gemstones is legendary. He has a secret vault in each of his mansions where he keeps a true dragon’s hoard of precious gems and gold jewelry. On an otherwise normal evening, he goes into his vault and brings out some of his favorite gems and antique clothing. He dresses in his finest robes and jewels and lays out a set of delicate underthings for his lover in the bedroom with a cryptic line from a romantic poem. Beneath the fragment is a elegantly drawn book.

Feeling intrigued and a little excited, she dresses in the pretty slip and heads to his study with the mysterious poem fragment. Saint is not there, but waiting for her is a silken robe and a bottle of fine perfume she hasn’t seen before. Under the bottle is another sensual poem fragment and a drawing of a violin.

She quickly dresses and dabs on the perfume, before heading to the music room where a beautiful velvet gown awaits her with yet another poem fragment and a drawing of a clock.

Now fully dressed, The adventure continues with a delicate girdle, soft slippers, and exquisite jewels. Each poem fragment is a little more sensuous than the last. Her excitement grows with each treasure until the final message, a single perfect white rose lying on the foyer table with a beautiful ring on its stem and a glass lantern.

She takes the rose and lantern and hurries out to the garden to a white satin tent with a flickering light inside. She peeks inside to see Saint waiting for her, looking breathtakingly beautiful in his finest robes and jewels, beckoning her to a table for two for a fine romantic dinner, with plenty of soft cushions scattered about for later, when the time comes for them to reenact each line of the poem.

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That was fun! Hope you liked it too. Let us know if you want anything else!

Ahahaaaa–! This is a fun one! Both Mod Apostle and I have given our own thoughts on this. They’re kind of different, but the more headcanons the better, right? Please enjoy!

– Mod Nautilus

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Mod Apostle’s Drinking Headcanons

Saint doesn’t feel any lasting affect from alcohol, nor would he get sick no matter how much he drinks. At best he can feel a mild, short lived buzz and a few minutes  of unnatural relaxation. Very old and strong wines can give him a somewhat stronger, longer-lasting effect if he wants one. Also, there are some poisons that can be used in alcohol to give an actual high “drunk” feeling, but he would only rarely do such a thing. He does enjoy drinking socially and has used his unnatural tolerance to help him gather information. More benignly, watching the antics of his drunk friends amuses him greatly.

Impey, as a vampire, has a very high tolerance for alcohol. Much more than anyone would expect. However those rare occasions when he does drink too much are likely legendary in their silliness. Hanging from the chandeliers, wild stories, crazy antics, the whole package!

Lupin’s tolerance is moderate. He doesn’t like to be impaired, so he rarely overindulges. If he does, he’s most likely to make dramatic boasts, or become unusually emotional.

As an alchemist, Fran is pretty good at knowing the effects of drink on his system, but he also has very little tolerance. If he drinks too much his inhibitions go down and he becomes a lot bolder than usual. He’ll ask his crush to dance, declare love, undress inappropriately… and likely fall asleep under the table. If anyone tells him how he acted he’ll be mortified!

Van doesn’t usually overindulge. He has a pretty high tolerance and is usually a happy, fun drunk. His sense of humor really shines through and people like to try to get him to drink in order to loosen him up a bit.

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Mod Nautilus’ Drinking Headcanons

Lupin’s tolerance is pretty high, but it’s definitely not as high as he thinks it is. His pride will get the best of him, especially when he and Impey have a boy’s night out at the pubs. Lupin doesn’t do anything terrible when he’s inebriated, he just has a tendency to laugh loudly and give grandiose speeches even more than usual. Though, there was one time when he tried to do the whole ‘pull the tablecloth out from under everything’ trick and it was only Saint dangerously putting his hand on his shoulder and opening his eyes ever-so-slightly that got Lupin to think better of it.

Impey has a higher tolerance than Lupin, but he’s usually egged on by Lupin so much that the two of them get drunk at about the same rate. Impey… doesn’t really keep his clothes on when he gets drunk. It takes a lot of convincing from Lupin for him to keep most of his jumpsuit on, and it’s generally considered a success for everyone involved if Lupin gets Impey to settle for being shirtless. Then, after about a half hour of wildness, Impey falls asleep no matter where he is. Under the table, in a chair, on the floor… half-hanging off the balcony?? That’s, uh, pretty impressive, actually.

Fran has no tolerance whatsoever. He begins to feel sleepy after one drink, and if someone convinces him to have another one… or two… he goes to take a cat nap. In fact, Impey calls Fran “neko-chan” when he gets tipsy because Fran gravitates towards warm places and gets a bit, ah, snugglier. But he’s really quite harmless. Just let him sleep. Maybe it’s because of this, but Fran also never gets hungover. He’ll be up bright and early ready to work while Impey is putting an ice pack on Lupin’s head.

Van is the ultimate tipsy dream. He has a good tolerance and when he gets drunk it isn’t very noticeable. He just gets…. charming?! Yes! He smiles easier and even laughs at his friends’ antics. Though his commentary towards Impey is as sharp as ever, he’s also more likely to laugh at Impey’s reactions. The two of them get along surprisingly well while drunk. But even while inebriated, Van is always dependable. There’s just the added bonus of him not grumbling as much about it… even as he has to drag Lupin and Impey out of the pub at closing time.

Saint doesn’t get drunk, period. Impey noticed this once and began to mix delicious and potent drinks, even getting Fran’s help to come up with the most intense alcoholic combinations. Saint would just smile and take a sip before complimenting Impey on yet another delectable masterpiece.

By this point, Fran would be starting to get worried about Saint and would ask to examine him for, er, alcohol poisoning. Saint is all too happy to let Fran doctor him, smiling and talking with him and Impey about some of the best recipes he’s tried and the flavor combinations he enjoys in his drinks.

When Fran comes to the (obvious) conclusion that Saint is perfectly fine, Impey takes a sip of the last drink he made in frustration. … And he immediately goes unconscious.

“Oh, my!” Saint would say with a light laugh.

Sholmes can’t stand alcohol other than the occasional glass of wine because he hates how it affects his mind. He also has a very low tolerance for it because of it. Watson, on the other hand, has a pretty high tolerance and enjoys going out for drinks every now and then with Sholmes. He doesn’t rely on alcohol for a good time, but he does like the social aspect and how a glass or two can make him relax after a long day.

Nobody knows what kind of tolerance Nemo has. Nobody knows when Nemo is drunk. Why? Because his personality doesn’t change at all. He’s already extremely loud and has no concept of personal space whatsoever and he already has a tendency to wobble and sway when he walks so…

Mod Nautilus is getting sleepy…

Lupin

When Lupin feels the soft thump of your head against hisshoulder, he slowly turns to look. He can’t stop smiling when he sees yourgentle, sleeping face. He takes a deep breath to calm himself down, but he’sstill as giddy as can be. He doesn’t move you, of course, and is reluctant towake you when it’s time for you to disembark. He’s smiling like a big dope forthe rest of the day.

Van Helsing

Van glances towards you and then looks back out the window,processing what’s just happened. You’re asleep on him. You look comfortableenough, but… well, the cabin is a little chilly. Using all of his skill, Vansomehow manages to get his arm out of his coat and drape it over your shoulderso you’re both huddled inside.

Fran

Fran freezes when he feels you fall asleep on his shoulder.He hardly moves his head to look, afraid that he’ll wake you. When he hearsyour breathing even out, he hesitantly rests his cheek on the top of your head,finally allowing himself the freedom to smile and just enjoy the moment.

Impey

Impey, much like Lupin, begins smiling like an idiot when herealizes that you’ve fallen asleep on his shoulder. Impey, unlike Lupin, hasall the subtlety of the steam engine you’re riding on. He’s so happy he’s aboutready to burst, looking around excitedly, trying to silently brag about how YOUare asleep on HIS shoulder! When you shift, though, he freezes and hunkers backdown in the seat.  

Saint

The Count laughs lightly when he notices that you’ve fallenasleep on him, though it’s more out of reflex than anything. In allseriousness, he’s quite touched that you feel safe enough around him to letyour guard down. He gently touches your hair, almost to see if you’re real,before leaning his cheek upon your head and listening to the sound of yourbreathing.

Sholmes

Sholmes is in the middle of reading when you fall asleep onhis shoulder. He’s so engrossed that at first it doesn’t register exactly whathappened. After a moment, though, his eyes widen when he realizes that –you-were asleep on him. As the warm feeling seeps into him, he smiles and adjustshimself so that he can turn the pages of the newspaper easier while notdisturbing you.

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BONUS ROUND: A Saint x Cardia ficlet by Mod Apostle!

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Saint put the newspaper down on his lap and closed his eyes for a moment. The steady rhythm of the train rolling down the tracks was soothing. He loved traveling like a normal person, his beloved at his side. It was a peace he could have scarcely imagined just a short time ago.

He glanced at the girl who changed his life. She was hunched over her notebook and stack of research papers. She would work for the next four hours as she had for the previous three if he let her. He touched her back, “Miss Cardia?”

“Hmm?” she kept writing.

“It is a long journey, you should sleep.”

“Um… maybe later.”

“You need to rest. I am supposed to take care of you, am I not?” he stroked her cheek.

She put her hand over his, “You do take care of me, but I need to finish this now.” she kept writing.

He sighed. Cardia was surprisingly stubborn. Thankfully he didn’t plan on playing fair.

“Have I told you the story about the goatherd and his mistress?”

Cardia finally looked up, just as she always did when he offered to tell her a story, “I don’t think so.”

He smiled, “Then let me tell you…”

A half hour later her head was leaning against his shoulder, and her breathing slowed to the gentle rhythm of sleep. Saint chuckled to himself. As stubborn and hard working as she was, she could never resist stopping to listen to his stories, no matter how boring they were. ‘The Goatherd and his Mistress’ was a truly boring story.

He knew she would get wise to his tactics soon, but for now he would use all the tools at his disposal to take care of her when she wouldn’t take care of herself.

He shifted her gently so her head was against his chest and kissed her forehead.

“Hmmm…” she wrapped her fingers around his in her sleep like a child. He wondered that he deserved such a gentle, loving girl in his life. He wondered that he deserved to have been saved by her.

We got a tag-team going on here!

Mod Apostle presenting Lupin and Saint, Mod Nautilus presenting Impey, Fran, and Van. Enjoy!

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Lupin

Lupin had been planning his proposal for awhile. He wanted everything to be perfect. A romantic evening for two, wine and roses… then a ring, and a heroic declaration of love and eternal devotion. He wasn’t nervous, no, of course not. The daring Gentleman Thief was certain he would sweep the fair damsel off her feet. He just wanted everything to be perfect for his special lady.

Naturally Lupin is quite stunned when, on an ordinary evening at home, his lover pads into the parlor in her bathrobe, her hair still wet from her bath, snuggles up next to him on the sofa and whispers, “I love you, Lupin. I want to stay like this forever. Will you marry me?”

Arsene Lupin, the daring Gentleman Thief, the hero of a thousand tales, is rendered speechless. He looks in his lover’s eyes and feels her warm, sweetly scented body against his. He knows she is bold and daring too. He is lucky to have found such a lady to call his lover and partner.

He rallies as best he can. Giving her his most winning grin as if her proposal had been all his idea, he pulls out the ring he’d purchased the day before out of his vest pocket, “Ma chèrie, I would be honored to be your husband.” he kisses her gently, “I love you. Will you let me steal your heart?”

She, knowing him quite well, giggles and kisses him back, “What an amazing idea. Yes, Gentleman Thief, Arsene Lupin, my heart is yours for the taking.”

 Saint

Saint strolls through his rose gardens. The flowers of love surround him with their gentle fragrance. He feels a little bit foolish to be so melancholy in such a place. He wonders if it is right for him wish that his lady might feel the same way about him as he does for her. He wonders if he deserves it if she does.

Saint shakes his head bitterly. No. He knows the answer to that. He cannot burden her with his feelings. He might be free of the chains he bore for so long, but he is still stained. He has no right to inflict himself on her innocent heart.

He hears the door open from the house and the familiar sound of her footsteps behind him. He can’t help but smile a little to feel her presence. She is a peace unlooked for and unexpected. A warm, gentle presence in his cold world. It is more than enough for her to share his home without burdening her unnecessarily.

He turns to greet her, but she is gone before he can speak. Worried that something is wrong, he returns down the path calling her name. Where could she have gone? She was well when they shared tea earlier…

He reaches to pick up his book from his favorite reading bench and feels… flowers?

A beautiful bouquet. Camellia, red roses, myrtle, forget me not, lily of the valley, honey flower, dittany…

A bouquet to declare love and desire.

Saint recalls his lady’s recent curious questions about the Language of Flowers. She knows all the meanings. He lifts the bouquet to his chest and buries his face in the fragrant petals. Tears come to his eyes to read her ardent message, each blossom chosen with obvious care.

He cannot be completely relieved of his feelings of unworthiness, but he is grateful to his soul that his lady has such love for him. He vows to return that love with all the devotion and ardor he can show her. To make her happy every day of their life together.

He smiles to himself. All that is left is for him to answer with a bouquet of his own… in anticipation of a more intimate, passionate expression of his feelings to follow later that night.

Impey

Impey stares at you, eyes wide.

I mean, he’s said it to you before, it was one of the firstthings that came out of his mouth when first met you. “I love you, my angel!”

But this is different.

This was you saying it to him, and the way you said it makeshis heart blaze with the passion of a dozen engines—no, three dozen engines! Ahundred! A thousand!

You say it so seriously, despite the smile on your face.There’s no doubt in his mind that it’s real: “I love you, Impey.”

He closes his eyes and puts a hand over his heart as if tofeel the heat radiating from his chest.

Then, seriously: “I love you too.”

He opens his eyes and looks at you with a confident grin, hiseyes narrowing from the force of it. “I love you too, my angel–!”

The seriousness is gone, replaced by Impey bounding over toyou with his arms open wide and hugging you tight. You know you’ll get enginegrease on your clothes, but you don’t care. You return his enthusiasm tenfold,burying your head in his chest as you return his declarations of love, muffledby his own.

Fran

Fran draws back, eyelashes still fluttering from the kiss you had just shared. The lamp nearby flickers, making his glasses shine as he tilts his head, almost unsure if he had heard you correctly.

The words ring in his head, though, reminding him that he hadn’t imagined it. Your smile brightens the room more than any lamp could hope, he’s always thought so. And you sitting there, smiling at him now, fills his heart with that same glow.

It’s surprisingly easy for the words to bubble out, breaking past any guilt or any worry that might have been lingering.

“I love you, too,” says Fran. “I love you so very much.”

Then he takes a breath, looking in your eyes with that gentle smile that won your heart. “Please stay with me tonight.”

Van

You must be joking.

Van narrows his eyes over the rim of his glasses and scrutinizes you. Maybe you were exhausted from working so hard on dinner? He isn’t sure why, he offered to help multiple times. But there had to be another explanation.

But you were still sitting there, smiling at him and trying not to look too expectant.

Van sighs and leans back into his seat, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tries to think of what to say. It isn’t a matter of whether he returns your affections– that’s a given, there was never any doubt.

But all he could think to say was: “You sure do have lousy taste…”

He gives another sigh and shakes his head before going back to eat, glancing up at you only after he’s taken a few bites. He says something, but it’s quiet, and you don’t hear it over the clink of the dishware.

Happy Halloween from Mod Nautilus!

(I hope you don’t mind I had their s/o be ‘you’! Feel freeto envision yourself in Cardia’s shoes for this if you want!)

Fran

On Halloween, Fran likes to keep his clinic open. It’s incase there’s an emergency, of course, but he also has a small celebration forthe community. He wants to make this year’s the best one yet, so he comes toyou for help.

You help him decorate his office, hanging tissue ghosts (allwith smiles on their faces) from the ceiling and making paper chains withjack-o-lantern patterns to hang along the doorframes. While you’re makingpopcorn balls for the guests, Fran does his very best to dress Sisi up in thepumpkin costume he made for him. After some coaxing from you (and a popcornball), Sisi deems the costume worthy and struts about proudly.

The party is small but fun, with lots of costumed childrenpoking their heads in to get a treat and to pet Sisi. Sisi is very well-behaved,only requiring a few additional bribes of popcorn balls. Lots of adults come,too, thanking Fran for his hard work and the warm cider. It’s clear that he’smade so many lives brighter by being here.

“I couldn’t have done this without you,” Fran tells you ashe closes his office for the evening. “Everything, I mean.”

As you begin to take down the paper chains, you feel Fran’sarms hesitantly wrap around your waist, and the weight of his head on yourshoulder.

“Thank you.”

Saint

In all honesty, when it comes to Halloween activities, “attending the ballet” isn’t one that crossed your mind. However, that is exactly where Saint plans to take you.

“You don’t mind if I indulge myself a little, do you?”

Saint looks otherworldly in his clothes, pale and gray like he is one of the spirits that will be dancing on the stage. The streetlights cast his face in eerie shadows, setting the mood even when he turns to you with one of his gentle smiles.

Despite being a romance, Giselle’s plot makes you shudder, and you find yourself wiping tears from your eyes at the finale.

“A love doomed from the very start…” Saint says with a sigh. “But let’s not dwell on tragedy.”

On the way back to the mansion, Saint buys the two of you caramel apples, and the ghosts of the evening seem to disappear as the sweetness fills your mouth.

Well, most of the ghosts, anyway. The one that draws you to him doesn’t seem to intend to disappear any time soon.

Lupin

“I’ve procured invitations for us to attend a magnificent Halloween party! Who’s? Why, a friend’s, of course!”

The two of you wear matching costumes as you head out into the night.

You have a feeling that this ‘friend’ of Lupin’s might not know that you’re attending, but you don’t have any trouble getting in when you follow Lupin’s lead. It looks like you’re the +1 of one Earl Harrington for the evening.

Once inside, Lupin quickly grabs your arm and points. “Bobbing for apples!”

He looks very enthusiastic as he walks over and quickly dunks his head in the water, much to your shock. Soon he surfaces with a bright red apple in his mouth. He takes a bite and gives a wink. “Used to do this all the time as a kid!”

“Harrington” looks absolutely dashing as he takes you through the party, giving you plenty of treats to sample and even stealing a kiss when you aren’t looking. “A gentleman thief is still a thief, after all!” he whispers playfully.

Van

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

You didn’t drag the Human Weapon halfway across London for nothing, though! With a grin you give him a shove towards the entrance of the haunted house attraction.

As you begin to walk through the dark hallways, you look up at Van’s serious expression. Oh, come on. Can’t he let loose just a little?

You’re looking at him so closely that you’re caught off-guard when an actor dressed as a monster leaps at you, making you jump towards Van. He catches you and sighs, though you notice the wisp of a smile forming on his lips.

That’s the dynamic of the night, you getting surprised when you’re distracted and Van being there to catch you when you leap in surprise. By the end of the attraction, he has an honest smile on his face and his arm protectively around your shoulders.

“Can’t keep my eyes off of you for even a second, can I?” he says.

He doesn’t let go of you, even after you exit the haunted house.

Impey

“Come on, my angel! All the best candy will be gone!”

You peer out the window to see Impey waving for you to join him. Well, you assume it’s Impey from his voice. He’s wearing a bedsheet with two holes for eyes and is carrying a large bag.

You have a bad feeling about this, and your bad feelings are confirmed when Impey thrusts a bedsheet of your own into your hands.

“We’re going trick or treating!” exclaims Impey, and you can almost see his smile from his tone of voice.

You try to tell Impey that you’re pretty sure that trick or treating is reserved for children, but he doesn’t listen and bounds on ahead.

Most people don’t open their doors when they see two adults standing there, which you think is probably wise in this day and age. However, Impey begins to droop more and more, until finally you get an idea.

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!

So sorry for the tardiness of this response! Mod Apostle hopes everyone isn’t already sick of Christmas by now. 

Here are some Holiday Headcanons by Mod Apostle, a special Nemo appearance by Mod Nautilus and Mod Apostle’s take on Jimmy A Aleister!

Lupin: 

The holidays hold a unique magic for Lupin. The decorating, the giving of gifts and the gathering of friends are all still new to him, since he never had a family or a home growing up. He is quite thoughtful with his gifts and likes to buy his friends useful, tasteful things that they wouldn’t necessarily think of themselves. When it comes to his lover, he wants to dazzle them. He is most likely to choose jewelry or perhaps a fine scarf or purse. He has an eye for quality, and the recipients are usually quite delighted by their new treasures. He prefers shopping and organizing to cooking and decorating. His taste in wine is exquisite, and he is often put in charge of buying the spirits. 

He has a preference for gifts he can wear that remind him of his lover. It allows him to feel they are always with him, even if they have to be apart. 

Van: 

The holidays can be a painful time for Van, as they remind him of his family. He should spend holidays with friends to avoid becoming bitter and despondent. He enjoys the simple pleasures of cooking, (much to everyone’s chagrin) and long walks to take in the sights of the season. He loves to spoil his lover with plenty of gifts. It is best that they tell him what they want or he can be off the mark. His friends might get a glimpse of his surprisingly dry sense of humor. He doesn’t have much patience for decorating, but if he can participate in such activities with his lover, he will always be happy to help. 

Van’s favorite gifts are those he can use. He will be delighted by even everyday things that show how much his lover thought about his needs. 

Fran: 

Fran usually spent holidays with his parents, so his part was usually just to enjoy his mom’s food and help with the clean up. He enjoyed choosing and decorating the tree. Spending time in the chilly air walking through the woods with his dad to find a perfect tree is a special memory for him as a child. More recently, he, along with Impey, is always first to pitch in to help with the decorating. His gifts tend to be useful and practical, rather than lavish, but the recipients will often keep them for years. He enjoys spending the days doing winter sports and then sitting reading books and drinking cocoa by the fire with his lover. 

Fran’s favorite gifts are handmade items and warm clothing, like scarves and sweaters. He is always happy to know his lover cared enough about him to spend so much time making something just for him. 

Impey: 

Impey, like Lupin, never experienced Christmas festivities growing up, but he embraces the spirit of the season wholeheartedly. He is the first one to volunteer for cooking and decorating duties. He loves to sing Christmas songs and do all kinds of preparations. As long as everyone is enjoying themselves, he will be happy. He would rather take his lover shopping and buy them what they want most than go shopping for them himself. He likes making devices of varying usefulness and welcomeness for his friends. 

Impey gets most excited by surprise gifts of things he wanted, but never would have thought to ask for, or think he would ever get. He likes unconventional gifts that fit his interests or inspire him. 

Saint: 

Saint observes the spiritual side of the season for its sacredness both personally, and for its significance to humanity throughout time. No matter the era, the period around the winter solstice has always been regarded as a time of reflection on the past and the celebration of the birth of hope at the darkest hour. Despite his private observances, he has never had the opportunity to share them with loved ones until he met Lupin and the others. He delights in participating in all aspects of party preparation, from writing invitations to buying exquisite and carefully chosen gifts, and preparing a menu to please everyone. These simple joys are precious and irreplaceable to him, and he enjoys even the most mundane aspects.

Saint’s gifts for his lover are sumptuous and unique, silk gowns, beautiful jewels… all carefully chosen with an expert eye. His taste is impeccable and his gifts are always sure to delight, but above all he loves to spend time simply enjoying their company and sharing peaceful moments. To have been granted the privilege to observe the sacred season with his most beloved one by his side and in his arms is the the most miraculous wonder of all. 

It sounds sappy, but for a man who can buy anything he could ever want, the gift of his lover’s presence, the one thing he has never experienced, is more than enough. He will be delighted with almost anything his lover buys or makes for him, whether it is a cake or an afghan. He is especially touched by something he can share with his lover. 

Sholmes:

Sholmes enjoyed Christmas as a child, but hasn’t given it much thought in his adult life. He would visit Watson and Mary for Christmas dinner, but wouldn’t be of much use except for company. His gifts tend towards the practical, If he remembers. He takes a keener interest in the season once he has a lover, and tries to buy them romantic gifts and enjoys spending warm and comfortable time with them. 

Sholmes lover can never go wrong buying him books, especially nonfiction. He will be happy that his lover paid such careful attention to his interests. 

Hansel:

Hansel approaches the season with pure, childlike wonder. He loves the sweets, of course, but he is fascinated with all aspects of the holiday. His gifts are likely to be quirky and perhaps a little impractical, but endearing in their heartfelt simplicity. His lover will certainly receive plenty of flowers and candy, but he could also surprise them with something they might have wished for without hope of receiving. He’s also happy to just cuddle on the couch and watch the snow fall. 

It may be too obvious, but truly, the best gift for Hansel is a basket of his favorite homemade sweets. He will just melt to know that his lover spent time making him the things he loves. 

A Nemo holiday headcanon provided by Mod Nautilus! 

Nemo:

For someone like Nemo (he likes his coffee as bitter as he is), you might think that he would find Christmas to be a waste of time, something too simple for a man of his great brain. 

Well, you would be wrong. He LOVES Christmas. A part of him finds it fascinating how most of humanity can be taken in by this yearly phenomena, but the truth is much simpler than that: it makes him happy.

He loves watching the snow, he loves the food (oh my god he loves the food), he loves—okay he can take or leave the caroling but that’s mostly because they never let him join, he just loves how everybody seems to… notice him more during Christmas. I mean, they notice everybody more but THAT’S NOT THE POINT THE POINT IS THAT PEOPLE NOTICE HIM. People notice him and smile when he yells “MERRY CHRISTMAS!” and they wave and it just makes him feel so warm inside!

And oh, presents! He loves loves loves LOVES giving presents to literally everybody he comes across! I mean, there’s a strong chance they might break (or blow up), but his gifts come from the HEART and that’s what counts at Christmas! THE HEART! 

At the end of the day, that’s why he loves Christmas so much—as a scientist who has merged his heart and his brain, it’s a perfect holiday for him. 

Even if he doesn’t often get presents in return. Even if he doesn’t often get invited to dinners or get to spend time with friends. Somehow, Christmas is a time of year where the entirety of the world just seems… a little less rotten.

Now for something COMPLETELY different… Mod Apostle is taking on Jimmy A Aleister. This is likely to be the one and ONLY time Aleister’s headcanon is longer than Saint’s! The scene just struck me and wouldn’t leave me alone. 

It’s a little long so beyond the cut it goes!

We hope you enjoy this small glimpse into the kids’ lives before they became the heroes we love!

- Mod Apostle and Mod Nautilus

LUPIN:

- Lupin started out smaller and weaker than most of the otherstreet kids, but he proved to also be the cleverest. The other kids began tolook up to him and treat him as a leader, despite his youth and small size.They were so skilled at their work using Lupin’s methods that people began toavoid the popular markets they haunted. The police took notice and the kidsonly grew more talented at playing hide and seek with the police and makingthem look like fools. 

- Lupin’s first brush with being a ‘thief with a heart ofjustice’ was when he saw a frail old woman robbed and thrown down into analley. He always picked the pockets of the rich and considered it poor form topick on ‘easy targets’. He stole back the woman’s purse, only to find it veryheavy with gold. He was tempted to keep it, but recalling the woman’s frailty,he dutifully brought the purse back to its owner. The old woman exulted overhow honorable he was and gave him his first ‘finders fee.’ Which turned out tobe more money than he could steal in a month.

- Lupin was intelligent, but he preferred practical studies tobook learning. (His teacher did make sure he knew how to read and write, etc.Even though he balked about it being boring.)

- He and his fellow urchins often made up their own gameswhich helped them with their thieving.

- Lupin usually had to sleep outdoors, so thefirst time he had a bed of his own he was so happy that he didn’t even want tomess the sheets up. … Of course, about twenty seconds later he jumped right onin and rolled the sheets around himself like a cocoon.

- Lupin was surprisingly nervous the first time he left France, though he would never admit it. He loved the adventure, of course, but there was something a little anxiety-inducing about taking those first steps.

VAN:

- Van was always a dutiful brother and son. His father passedaway when he was still quite young, so he felt it was his duty to care for hismother and little brother. They didn’t have a lot of money, so he learned tomake the things they needed and repair clothing and other things to extend their life. He became quite skilledat woodworking and made his mother a beautiful vase that she kept on herdresser that held three flowers, one for each of his family.

- Van and his brother always went berry picking in the summer.It was the brothers’s favorite time of year when their mothers would make themmagnificent pies. One time Van decided to make a pie for his family… withpredictable results. The mess in the kitchen was extraordinary, but his mothercouldn’t scold him because he tried so hard, and pretended to enjoy hiscreation. It may have been better for his future friends if she had told himthe truth.

-  Van was a smart, serious student. His favorite subject inschool was mathematics. He taught his little brother to read. 

- Vanwas always athletic and participated in many different sports.

- Would always help his mother with the sewing andclothing repair. He learned how to knit when he was eight years old, and becamequite skilled. His family could never leave the house in winter without ascarf. And gloves. And a hat. 

- He was always very open about how he doted over his family. He once had his heart on his sleeve….

FRAN:

- Fran grew up surrounded by beautiful natural wonders. Of ascientific bent since childhood, he found it soothing to walk in the woods andstudy nature. He could often be found reading in the shadow of his favoriterock, or collecting various specimens to study in his little attic laboratoryunder the eaves of his home. 

- Fran had a cute spaniel that always stayed at his side whenhe was a kid. They went on many adventures together. Fran even taught her tosniff out certain plants or other things to use in his experiments.

- Fran helped keep his parents’ gardens. He had his own littlepatch where he grew his own medicinal herbs. 

- Fran’s favorite subject was obviously science, especiallyalchemy and biology. He was equally good at all subjects and was recommended togo to college in the U.K.

- Knew he wanted to be a doctor for as long as hecould remember. He was the greatest teddy bear doctor in all of Switzerland,always performing regular check-ups. Of course, if someone came to him with adoll that needed repairs, he’d have to go to his mother… but he would alwayssupervise the procedure!

IMPEY:

- Impey was alone much of the time as a young child. He neverreally fit in with his peers and always dreamed of leaving his little villageand seeing what the world beyond held. Many vampires hated the cities, but Impeyknew that his future would lie in the cities beyond his claustrophobic littletown even before he saw the train. 

- Impey was an eager student once his imagination was ignited.The Old Man was delighted with how smart he was. He read voraciously once hehad the opportunity, though he found history boring. He hated stories about waror weapons, but he loved the romances. (He cried easily over tragedies.) 

- Impey’s first device was a telescope to look at the moon,made from a cardboard tube, a piece of glass and a broken mirror. He was veryexcited and proud of his creation. 

- Impey never had any sense of a bedtime, and often tinkeredand experimented with machines all night. The old man would often find himslumped over his work bench fast asleep. In that way, not much has changed.

- Impey didn’t change too much from when he was akid, so he would always be running on fumes. All too often, his old man wouldfind him passed out with a wrench in hand and grease stains on his cheeks. Heonly put a stop to it one time after Impey caught a bad cold. “That’ll teachyou to not get proper rest, now you have no choice.” (I think it’s cute we both had the same idea about Impey sleeping on his work bench - Mod Nautilus)

(Because there is so little information about Saint’s youth,this is longer and more… dramatized… than the others… – Mod Apostle)

SAINT:

- Saint doesn’t remember his childhood before he was a slave,erroneously believing he was born into slavery. The trauma of the sack of hisvillage made him block it from his memory. He was born in an ancient isolatedvillage in the eastern foothills of Mesopotamia. Its isolation meant that theever-changing political situations and the rise and fall of cultures passedthem by harmlessly, until an avalanche caused the king’s military to divertcourse and they raided the peaceful village. 

- Saint was a priestess’ son. He was a gentle, fragile child.His task was to read and memorize the holy books, study their rituals, andlearn from his mother how to lead their people. He was a dreamer who loved thestars, the quiet hills at night, and the sound of his mother’s voice singingthe sacred songs. 

- Despite being two years younger, his brother always lookedafter him. They played games, told stories, read every book in the village,especially the tales about a time when they lived in a city overlooking thesea. Neither of them had ever seen a body of water larger than small lakes andrivers. They had never even seen the great Euphrates or Tigris. They promisedeach other to go to the sea someday. To sail away and find their lost city andbecome kings. Saint said he would be the high priest and talk to the gods,while his brother could be king and govern the people. The village elder’sfortune said Saint would suffer much and travel far before he found hisdestiny, but then such things seemed incomprehensible to the children who builtstone forts for castles and tended their goats. 

- Later, after he forgot his past, he still sought out tabletsand and stories of the gods and sacred texts, never wondering how a slavelearned to read. Despite the differences in language, he was able to teachhimself the new alphabets and lettering. He kept a horde of discarded tabletsand broken styluses buried in a hole with his few belongings, including a stonenecklace given him by his only friend, the boy who he no longer recognized ashis brother. 

- Saint sang to himself at night sometimes when he could getaway with it. They soothed him and helped him to sleep. He still remembers thesongs, though the source is lost to him.

- In a life usually filled with misery, Sainttreasured every bit of ‘ordinary happiness’ he could find. Usually, this was inthe form of watching the sun rise. It was such a little thing, but he lovedwatching the light slowly paint the sky different colors. The sun looked like abig bright ball that he wanted to play with, but he was content just to feelits warmth.- Out of all his duties, Saint enjoyed fishing themost. He wasn’t able to do it often, but being near the water always made himfeel at peace. He enjoyed the fact that what he was doing allowed people to befed. He wanted to be a gracious host for many people from a very young age.

HANSEL (AND GRETEL):

- Hansel’s favorite memories are of the summers before the warstarted. His mother would bake cookies and make a picnic lunch and Hansel wouldtake Gretel on forest adventures. Hansel would gather wildflowers and makeflower crowns for Gretel and the siblings would splash around in the brook andlaugh and play until nightfall. 

- Gretel occasionally had trouble sleeping and would visit herbrother’s room. He would let her cuddle with him and told her fairytales untilshe fell asleep. 

- Hansel made friends with the deer of the forest and lovedtaking Gretel out to feed them sometimes.

- Hansel became Omnibus’ precious son, and she knew that treating him as such would tie himfurther to her. She taught him personally about the duties of Idea, somethingthat was usually reserved for a fellow Apostle. Saint would often joke withOmnibus about how he was being spoiled. 

- Omnibus would teach him in the garden, and he wouldoften occupy his hands by tending to her garden. It shone even brighterafter receiving attention from him, and afterwards Omnibus would reward hisobedience with a cookie shaped like a daisy. Those were always his favorites…

NEMO…?:

(FUN TRIVIA! According to Jules Verne, Captain Nemo’s birthname was Dakkar. Mod Nautilus has adopted this into her Code: Realizeheadcanons, so if you see the name “Dakkar” floating around—it’s pre-RevolutionNemo.)

- Dakkarwas a polyglot from a very young age. Languages always came easily to him,among them English, German, and French. (And back then he actually spoke… um…he didn’t sound like… HE DIIIIIDN’T TAAAAAAAAAALK LIKE THIIIIIIIIIIIIS.)

- Dakkar had two little sisters that meant theabsolute world to him. Oftentimes, late at night, he would sneak out of hisquarters to spend time with them. Once he started getting caught, he would slippast by dressing up as a beautiful woman. As long as he kept his mouth shut,nobody noticed.

- … He was always very, very proud of being called “brotherdearest”.

- Dakkar was an accomplished pianist, but he much preferred playing the pipe organ, saying that it stimulated his mind more.

-  He was sixteen years old when he became a lead strategist in the uprising against Britain, though he participated in any way he could long before then. He has always been passionate about the things important to him, and the freedom of his country was the most important thing to him growing up.

*BONUS* SHOLMES:

Valentines headcanons!

First, I am terribly sorry for the tardiness of my response! It is completely mod Apostle’s fault, and she humbly asks for forgiveness. I was away at a convention this weekend and underestimated how little time I would have before I left. Love doesn’t go out of date, I hope??

Mod Nautilus offers sweet love notes, while Mod Apostle’s are ficlets based on a theme of being separated on Valentine’s Day… with happy endings!

We hope you enjoy! We’ll see you again around the beginning of March! Until then have fun with Wintertide Miracles! ❄️

They are behind the cut for length….

feat. Third years (Trey, Cater, Leona, Vil, Rook, Idia, Lilia, Malleus)

a/n: I really wanted to write about kisses… so I will write about kisses. Have done genshin charas for this series before and I really enjoyed writing them

Trey's kisses are warm and unhurried, the kind that feel like coming home after a long day. He's attentive in the way he is with everything else, noticing what you need before you say it, adjusting naturally. He has a habit of cupping your face when he kisses you, thumbs resting against your cheeks. You always feel like you have his full attention in those moments, which is its own kind of intimacy. He teases you sometimes. You know when he moves his lips a certain way against yours and when he pulls away slightly to make sure you’re alright before pulling you back into a much deeper kiss. He's affectionate in a quiet, steady way a kiss to your temple while you're distracted, a brush of his lips against your hair as he passes.

Cater's kisses are bright and a little infectious, you'll feel him smile through them more often than not. He's the type to pepper you with quick kisses in succession, laughing softly between them. Affectionate and easy about it, like it's the most natural thing in the world. But every now and then, when it's just the two of you and the performance of it all drops, his kisses go quieter, slower, more sensual. And you realize there's something underneath all the lightness that he doesn't really show anyone. He pulls back first and the smile returns almost immediately, but you caught it. He knows you caught it. I think the best thing to do now is to lean in for another kiss.

Leona's kisses are lazy and deliberate in equal measure. He takes his time because he wants to, not because he's trying to be tender about it. He'll tilt your chin of put his hand on the back of your head, unhurried, like he has all the time in the world and intends to use it. There's possession in the way he holds you, a hand at your waist that doesn't ask permission. He's not gentle but he's not necessarily rough either. When the mood takes him however, he's less careful about it. You'll feel the graze of his teeth, a little more pressure than strictly necessary, and he is fully aware of what he's doing. He'd look at you afterward with that insufferable half-lidded expression, completely unbothered. You are his and this is how he feels like expressing that right now. Occasionally, when he thinks you're almost asleep, he'll press something softer to your forehead. He would never acknowledge it in daylight.

In which Fem!AFAB!Reader asks her husband, Trey/Ruggie/Jade/Rook/Lilia, if they can do 'it' without a condom for the first time.

Warnings: 18+, Aged Up! AU, reader is married to the boys, Fem!AFAB!Reader, unprotected sex, mentions of impregnation, creampies, jerking off, sexting, marital shenanigans, etc.

Trey Clover

HE'S PART OF THE NEWLY AWAKENED BATCH OF HEATSLABYUL‼️‼️🦅🦅💥💥 WE LOVE SEEING THE REAL STRUGGLES OF BEING A PERFECT STUDENT/SON 🥹🥹🥹🥹 THE AUTHENTICITY IN THIS IS SO SWEET WE SEE ANOTHER SIDE OF RIDDLE

☆ with :: azul a. ෆ jade l. ෆ floyd l. ☆ TW :: i'm not sure if it counts as suggestive content, since the title says it all, but i'll leave the warning anyway | MDNI ☆ heartslabyul ver ☆ a/n :: i'm really baaaad at writing any kind of smut or suggestive content. i swear i did my best, and i'm trying to practice writing that kind of stuff a bit more. i hope u all like it <3

── Azul Ashengrotto

ෆ with Azul, it would happen in his office after a long day. He's tired, and when you enter the room, his perfect man facade slips a little, especially when you seek his touch after such an exhausting day.

It began as a sort of greeting kiss. The first time you sat on Azul's desk, his first thought was how… bold it had been, yet he reminded you, in the most polite way possible, that his desk wasn't a seat. However, the relationship progressed, and Azul never bothered to remind you again, especially on those occasions when he himself succumbed to your kisses. Just like in those moments.

☆ with :: riddle r. ෆ ace t. ෆ deuce s. ෆ cater d. ෆ trey c. ෆ octavinelle ver ☆ TW :: i'm not sure if it counts as suggestive content, since the title says it all, but i'll leave the warning anyway ☆ a/n :: this post made me want to write more about cater. help me

── Riddle Rosehearts

ෆ Breaking Riddle is quite difficult, but the moment would probably happen in the library while you are both studying and after making sure there was no one around.