#thesilentswan

[tartagilicious]

How would the dangfel bois react to an mc who had a pet dog who is trained to kill zombies?

omg this is such a badass concept, I love it!

Ethan: i get it, he’s not one for many words, but when given the chance, he won’t stop grinning about it. all of them would equally all over the dog back at the school, but I think the dog would like him the best >:). from a dog’s perspective, big lap to sit in and very friendly, so why not? Ethan would be an angel about it, too, not holding the fact that the dog loves him the most over everyone’s heads like Eugene a certain someone

Harry: he’s a dog mom. this shouldn’t even be labelled as a headcanon because it’s true lol. he would be completely estatic because everything about that is amazing. they might have the potential to act as a therapy dog for his migraines, and can also protect him? he’d protect that dog with his Life. the only best friends that matter= harry + your dog.

Eugene: he’d try to act indifferent about it, like ‘what the hell, it’s just a dog, guys.’ but inside he would be screaming. similar to zion, he would find the fact that you have a dog-killing zombie so badass. given, he might not tell you that until later, but it will never change. you’d enjoy the look on his face when he plays with the dog, and also the embarrassed flush when someone points it out.

Zion: oh my god, he would be so stoked. and the best part is that he wouldn’t hide it at all, not even in the beginning when they rescue you and you’re not really well-liked yet. as time goes on, he’d get really close to the dog, and eventually it would probably be correct to say that you and zion are the dog’s parents. at least, no one could deny it.

Lawrence: he would think it’s adorable! it might throw a bit of a wrench in his plans if you think too hard about it, but it’s a dog, and is Lawrence gonna get mad at a dog? he could never. though inevitably, he’d probably have to be more careful because dogs are usually more perceptive to smells, such as rotting flesh. plus, if the dog’s specifically trained to fight zombies could potentially be bad news for him.

[victorsidiot]

Hi! I don't know id requests are open, but if they are, can I get how Gavin would react to an mc who is so small that she can't leave the house on windy days because in fifth grade she got blown from one end of a park to another and she hasn't grown much since? It's a true story and I just need to know how BirdCop would react, lol. Thanks dear

Easy Breezy

⇢ Characters: (MLQC) Gavin, MC/Reader

⇢ Genre: Fluff

⇢ Word Count: 0.25k

⇢ A/N: Hi, thanks for sending this in! My requests are technically not “open” since I’ve barely written on here haha but I take it you liked my one (1) piece here enough to ask this so I gave it a shot. It’s more of a drabble than a “react” analysis thing. Hope you enjoy it and happy holidays!

⇢ Description: As long as Gavin’s there, nothing can hurt you.

“Look at that,” you comment with a sigh, your eyes brimmed with longing as you gaze out the window. Gavin wraps his arms around your torso and rests his head on your shoulder, staring out as well and trying to pinpoint whatever holds your attention.

“What is it?” he asks finally.

“Look at how the trees sway in the breeze, the leaves swirling in the wind. It’d be nice to enjoy the feeling of wind through my hair like everyone else.”

Gavin ponders your words. Like everyone else? Was he missing something here, or was he just an airhead?

“...What do you mean, ‘like everyone else?’”

“I’m... small,” you lament. “In fifth grade, I was so small that I was no match for even the weakest of winds and I was literally blown across the park—hey, don’t give me that look! I’m serious!”

Gavin suppresses his smile when you pin him down with a sharp glare. “You’re silly to keep worrying.”

“E-Excuse me?” you huff. You try to pull away from his embrace, but he simply holds onto you tighter, his lips curving upwards into an easy grin.

“Maybe the wind was harsh to you then, but that was before I came along.” Goosebumps rise along your neck as Gavin slowly slides open the window. Your eyes squeeze shut as a gust of air enters, but Gavin’s hands planted firmly on your shoulders along with the gentle feeling of the breeze caressing the pair of you has you relaxing instantly.

“See?” He says, planting a soft kiss to your shoulder. “When you’re with me, you’ll always be safe.”

[diagnosed-by-doyle]

Could you please write about Mozart, Saint Germain, and Sebastian having a dirty dream of MC and later how MC notices them acting strange throughout the day?

Warning: NSFW

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Comte

It’s safe to say he woke up with a hard-on. You’d already left to start helping Sebastian for the day, so he had to take care of it himself.

He couldn’t stop thinking about the way you felt around him, how hot and wet you were for him. He wanted to get you alone, and he had half a mind to take you from Sebastian for the day.

He wanted to be near you. Even if he wasn’t able to touch you, he wanted to see you.

Every time you brought something to him, he couldn’t help but try to keep you there as long as possible. His eyes were hungrily taking in your figure whenever you weren’t looking.

On your end of things, it was unusual for le Comte to keep asking for things. Of course, you didn’t mind bringing them to him or doing whatever he asked for.

At one point, you caught him looking at you from the corner of your eye. It was the same lusty look he always had in bed.

Nooo... It couldn’t be. ...Right?

To test your theory, you made it a point to lean over his desk. He was clearly struggling to keep his hands off of you. The door was open, after all.

As soon as the two of you retired for the evening, he pulled you into his bed and disciplined you for teasing him.

Mozart

He was equally surprised and turned on when he woke up. It was such a realistic dream! Agh, but would he really be able to control himself if he saw you right now? Probably not. It was best that you stay away until he calmed down.

But did he ever calm down? No. He took his frustrations out on the keys of the piano, the notes ever-increasing in dynamics and tempo. As much as he tried, the music did nothing to soothe his incredible desire to bury himself inside you.

When you came to bring him a bottle of Rouge that afternoon, he almost immediately pushed you out of the room and slammed the door.

God, that was close. You had no idea what your mere presence was doing to him! He was craving to hear your voice at fortissississimo, calling out for him desperately.

You blinked a couple times at the door that had been slammed in your face. What was his problem? He’d never been so pushy before.

Well, whatever. You’d ask him about it later. Maybe he was having a stroke of inspiration and didn’t want to be bothered.

When you entered his room that night, he would barely even look at you. At least he wasn’t pushing you out this time.

You prodded him a bit, asking about what his deal was earlier and why he was acting so strangely now.

That’s all it took for him to snap. He had you up against the wall within seconds, asking you to forgive him as he covered your neck in hot, needy kisses.

Sebastian

He had to deal with it quickly when he woke up. He’d be seeing you in, what? Half an hour? Less? He needed to get a hold of himself before then.

That’s what he was thinking but... The dream sprang to the front of his mind the moment you walked into the kitchen. He thought about the way his dream self was thrusting into you while you were bent over the dining room table. Ah! He’d almost let Master Vincent’s pancakes burn!

He had you set the table, brew the coffee, and anything else that would keep you out of his line of sight until he was finished cooking.

While he started to serve the residents who came down for breakfast, he almost told you to take le Comte his breakfast, a task he usually did himself.

But would that be too strange? Of course it would! He pressed his lips together as he looked between you and the table several times. No, no, no! He was going to be showing if he didn’t calm down that instant!

Sebastian’s behavior that morning was particularly strange. He was very quiet, and you couldn’t help but notice that he wouldn’t stop glancing at you. He’d barely said a word to you either. Did you do something to make him angry?

You watched him leave the room after he excused himself. Sebastian usually spoke his mind, so you were confident that he would come to tell you what was wrong when he was ready.

You weren’t really expecting anything when you went to see him that night, but he was more than willing to tell you what had been on his mind all day. He whispered to you all the dirty things you did together in his dream.

He promptly bent you over his desk. It wasn’t the dining room table, but it would do. What he really wanted was you, after all. After having denied himself release since that morning, you had him coming undone in minutes.

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[randomfandomimagine]

Dating Link Would Include

Requested by anon:

I love your works so much! I've been looking at them for a while and now I just stopped to think: What would dating Link the Hero of Time include?

A/N: I’m most familiar with Twilight Princess, so I’ll be mostly basing this on that game :D

You had grown up together in Ordon Village

Spending a lot of time together doing anything

Training with your swords, going fishing, taking walks

Riding with Epona and your own horse and just having fun

You were always very close to Link, actual best friends

Until you grew up and those feelings of friendship evolved

Link was often too shy to do anything about it

But noticing how fond he was of you as well, you took the initiative

You could always read him like a book, even without needing any words

You knew how to interpret his every glance and smile

Or understand what each frown or fidget meant, you just knew him

So you once tried to hold his hand to see how he reacted

Link didn’t look at you, too flustered to make eye contact

But his hand didn’t let go of yours, in fact he intertwined your fingers

That day, you knew that you were something more than just friends

Going on adventures together, always having each other’s backs

At first, Link didn’t really want you coming with him

Because he knew how dangerous it could be

And was terribly worried about you, not wanting you to get hurt

But you reminded him of all those years training together

How you could take care of yourself and knew how to use a sword

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[ikemenworldlife]

Our Princess - Comte x Reader x Leonardo - Trailer

It will be my first smut for the fandom, I hope all of you like it.

Warning: Smut, Yandere behaviour

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The door that leads to your room is always kept closed, but still there is days that you’re allowed to leave there, that is, you would only leave the room to have a dinner with Leonardo and Comte, and even sleep with them in their rooms sometimes so you wouldn’t feel all that alone.

You are their ‘special guest' as far as you can remember, but still you never felt like a bird locked on its cage. Actually, they were pretty nice to you.

You wake up hearing the tinkle of keys softly shaking as it makes a louder sound when it reaches the door’s lock. You close your eyes in aprehension for not knowing who is opening your door. When it opens, you hear boot steps getting closer to your bed as you try to fake you’re asleep.

Suddenly, you feel him sitting by your side on the bed, gently touching your arm and caressing your right shoulder.

“Good morning.” He says softly to you as his hand touch your cheek. You slowly open your eyes and finally sees Comte right by your side, tenderly smiling at you as he kisses your forehead.

“Good morning.” You answer, looking at him with a shy smile.

“I thought you would greet me in a better way.” He said with a little smirk making your face gain the color of the roses he used to give you everyday.

“I am sorry, sir.” You say in response, getting on your knees still on the bed and kissing him, as he lays down on the bed and placed his hands on your back as you keep on kissing him.

“Look at the two of you. It seems like my little girl needs to be roughly punished for being so lewd.” You hear Leonardo say as he gives a slap on your ass and you moan from shock.

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[clemencebrothersobsession]

Luka Anatomy

@thesilentswan asked for a Luka version of my Jonah Anatomy post (which has like 170+ notes by the way?! Wtf?????? Thank you so much skdjdjfjjf I didn't expect it to blow up that much but I'm happy y'all enjoyed it) so here you go! I'm willing to do other characters if people want owo

[thirstyforbishiesimagines]

Could I get some gentle NSFW with Harry? Maybe the reader likes to be praised? If not, that’s okay! Thank you so much. I love your writing and hope you’re having fun running this blog!

@thesilentswan said: Hello, I love Harry and was wondering if you could make an NSFW for him, please? Thanks

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It makes us super happy that you love our writing and we hope that you continue to immerse yourselves in our stories/scenarios!

Although, I’m not too sure what you mean by gentle NSFW, Anon… LOL… So I wrote a naughty little piece for our beautiful Harry anyway.

Hope you enjoy, lovely Fawns 😘 

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That’s My Girl - Harry x Reader

* image from LucyDreams, Dangerous Fellows

Word Count: 613

NSFW

Warning: Smut . Profanity (18+)

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The sexual tension between you and Harry had become unbearable, as of late. You were often paired with someone else during your patrols or too exhausted from your daily duties to indulge in any intimate moments.

Finally partnered together, the morning sunlight glimmered through the boarded windows of the fourth floor as you both pottered down the empty hallways for your morning round. Biting down on your lower lip, you couldn’t help but linger a quick glance at the bulge underneath Harry’s trousers. You soon felt yourself become slick with arousal from your dirty daydream and you licked your lips at the thought of devouring him whole. Without hesitation, you threw your boyfriend into an empty classroom and locked the door - desperate to taste him.

“Ooh… fuuck… Ah!”

A breath of ecstasy escaped your lover’s lips as you lapped the head of his cock. Your hand was wrapped firmly around his girth, pumping languidly - hitting the base and then sliding up again. Loose strands of hair cascaded over Harry’s brows as he gazed down at you with desire blazing in his brilliant amethyst eyes.

“That’s my girl. Did you miss me that much?”

His honey-coated voice sent a pleasurable shiver up your spine and you felt your sex thrum with avid need.

Harry combed his fingers through your silky hair, guiding you deeper; allowing the tip of his length to hit the back of your throat.

“Look at you take my cock so eagerly.” He inhaled through his teeth and panted, “Such a good girl…”

Your clit throbbed at his praise and you coiled yourself around his member; gliding your tongue over every inch of his shaft. His veins pulsated under your touch as pre-cum tickled your tastebuds. You couldn’t help but rock your hips upon your heels, sighing lustfully. The vibration of your moan edged Harry closer to a release and he felt his knees buckle slightly from the overwhelming sensation.

Beads of sweat dripped down your naked flesh as saliva trickled past the corner of your plush lips. You craved for some sort of stimulation, so you began to rub your swollen bud - keen to get yourself wet enough for him to thrust into you with ease.

“Does sucking my cock turn you on, (Y/N)?

Harry stroked your cheek lovingly with the pad of his thumb; an affection smile on his handsome face.

You nodded, continuing to swallow his dick - head bobbing back and forth intently.

Hair disheveled and stripped bare; you were an absolute vision to him and he was the happiest man alive. He had fallen in love with such an amazing woman and you were his one and only… his erotic goddess… all his.

As you quickened your pace, Harry’s groans became louder and you yearned for him to plunge his length into you right then and there.

Releasing him with an audible ‘pop’, you draped yourself over a nearby desk. The coolness of the wooden surface tingled at your chest and your nipples hardened instantly. You made sure to face your derrière towards Harry, so he could see you in all your glory.

Your boyfriend ran his hand through his silver mane, staring hungrily at your glistening cunt as your sweet essence oozed down your thighs. He caressed his palms on either side of your hips before resting at the curves of your waist - a perfect fit within his grasp.

Peering behind your shoulder, you eyed your lover with a sultry gaze; panting breathlessly, “Please, Harry! I need you…”

Your urgent plea lit an ardent flame within his core and Harry made love to you all morning, unrepentantly neglecting the rest of the patrol.

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A/N: I’m fully aware that we use this image of Harry in nearly all our Harry fics. I can’t help it! I swoon every time I see it!  >.

x mod bambi

[tartagilicious]

#16, please

#16: do you swear a lot?

mmmm this is calling me out honestly I’m not even gonna sugarcoat it. yes, I swear a ton, and let me just say thank fucking god i have a filter most of the time. most of the time T-T

[diagnosed-by-doyle]

Can I get some fluff with Comet, Arthur, and Napoleon calming mc down after a nightmare pretty please

Sure thing! Fluff is good.

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Arthur

He woke up when you started tossing and turning. Your heavy breathing and the sweat on your brow made him wide awake. He doesn’t know what you’re dreaming about that has you like this, but it can’t be good. 

He’ll gently shake you awake so that you won’t suffer anymore in that dream world your mind conjured up. “Dear? ____, wake up.”

Once you’re awake, he pulls you into his arms and strokes your back. “It’s okay, I’ve got you. You’re safe. I’m safe. Everything’s fine.”

He’ll ask if you want to talk about it once you’ve calmed down. If you do, he’ll quietly listen then reassure you when you’re done telling him about it. If you don’t, he’ll hold you close until you fall asleep and give you soft kisses on your forehead.

Comte

He’s up late doing some work at his desk when he notices your change in breathing and quiet whimpers. He immediately puts the papers back on the desk and comes to your side.

He caresses your cheek with the back of his hand and is relieved when you wake up. He’s a bit surprised when you pull him down onto the bed and you start crying.

He kisses you all over to try to calm you down, and he’s whispering to you how much he loves you and how he’d never let any harm come to you.

When you’re calmer, he’ll release you so he can change clothes and will immediately get back into bed with you. He doesn’t want to leave you by yourself while you’re afraid.

Napoleon

After being woken up by your moving around and sleep talking, he gives you your complimentary kiss, in turn waking you up. A moment later, when he’s more aware of the situation, he finds you clinging to him.

“____, what’s wrong?” When he figures out that you were having a nightmare, he pulls you closer and just holds you. He’ll let you have all the time you need to calm down.

When you’re finally calmer, he’ll ask you to tell him about it. “Nunuche. As if I’d let anything dangerous come near you. Go back to sleep, alright? I’ll be right here to protect you.”

He gives you a kiss and a tight squeeze before he lets you get comfortable in his arms. You’re almost certain that he fell asleep again before you did.

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[diagnosed-by-doyle]

Can you do bathing with MC headcanons for Sebastian and Comte?

Warnings: NSFW

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Comte

He will wash every part of your body for you, that is, as soon as you’re done staring at him. He’ll happily let you wash him after if you’d like.

While you’re soaking, he’ll sit you on his lap. Having you there is relaxing for him.

He’s careful not to let you overheat. If he notices you start to act strange (flushed cheeks, dizzy, etc.), you’re both getting out immediately.

If someone comes in, he will pull you against him and try to keep you low enough in the water so that no one will see anything he doesn’t want them to see. He will give them his not-so-friendly smile if they start to get too close.

If the two of you start to do the do, he’ll ask you to stay quiet. Good girls get rewarded. (He doesn’t want to draw the others’ attention, and he would get upset if he had to stop before the two of you were done.)

Sebastian

He’s used to keeping everything clean and shiny. He’s more than happy to do the same for you.

While you’re relaxing, he’ll ask you how your day went. (He’s gathering information for his “secret” diary.)

He will hold onto you and nibble on your ear, neck, and shoulders. He likes to get you all hot and desperate for him.

If someone comes in, he keeps you close and will touch you in all your favorite places beneath the water’s surface. He’s interested to see how you will act with someone else in the same room.

When he doesn’t think you can take anymore, he’ll help you get out (unseen by anyone else in the room, of course) and will go upstairs with you to provide you with his services.

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[diagnosed-by-doyle]

Broken Dam

I finally sat down to do it, and it was so much fun to write. I hope you enjoy it, @towa-no-yume 💕

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Pairing: le Comte de Saint Germain x Reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 904

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Le Comte de Saint Germain had, unsurprisingly, invited you into his room once again. Maybe it was that he enjoyed having tea with you. Or maybe it was that he wanted to make sure you felt welcome in his home. The reason why didn’t matter too much as you were always more than happy to take him up on his offer. He was, perhaps, the kindest person you’d ever met.

He immediately told you to come in once you had knocked. When you opened the door, you saw that he was sitting behind his desk reading a book. Strange… Sebastian was usually here to serve tea during these informal meetings. He was the one who told you that le Comte wished to see you, after all. You shrugged it off. The butler, hardworking as he was, was always busy with something.

Upon seeing you, the nobleman smiled and closed his book. “What’s keeping you in the doorway? No need to be shy.”

“Of course.” You closed the door behind you and went to sit in one of the chairs in front of his desk.

“Can I interest you in some tea before we go?” Go? Go where? You were oblivious as to what he was talking about. “We won’t be going far, just to the balcony. I thought this would make for a good meeting place.”

Ah, Sebastian’s absence made sense now. “No, thank you. I’m alright.”

“Very well.” Saint Germain stood and made his way around the desk. Standing in front of you, he held out his hand, an offer to help you to your feet. His hand was soft and warm when you grabbed it. It was very much a pleasant feeling.

He led you through the halls and out the door that opened up to the balcony. You both leaned against the railing, taking a moment to feel the cool, gentle breeze against your skin. You could see Paris from here. The sun was still up, but the site of the city in the distance was still beautiful.

“Ma chérie?” He called to get your attention. When you faced him, he continued, “How are you enjoying your stay?”

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There was probably a little over a week until all the sand in the hourglass fell. Life was fun here, and you weren’t exactly eager to leave. “I like it here. It’s comfortable, and I enjoy getting to have so many friends and people to talk to.”

“That is good to hear.” He paused. “I’d be more than pleased if you chose to stay. I quite enjoy your company.”

Why were you so happy to hear him say that? Surely he was just being courteous. “Thank you, I’ll keep that in mind. I don’t want to impose, though.”

He sighed quietly as he looked you over with a smile. “I should be blunt.” He took a step toward you and tucked a section of your hair behind your ear. “I want you to stay. I would be terribly upset if you were to leave.”

You were caught off guard. “What… What are you saying?” But you knew very well what he was saying. You were just having a hard time trying to wrap your head around it.

His fingertips trailed from your ear, down along your jaw, and finally to your chin. He pushed your chin up toward him. “Forgive me for not first asking your permission for what I’m about to do. You’re just too tempting for me to deny myself any longer.”

Le Comte placed his free hand on your waist and, slowly, he began to lean down. He paused just before his lips met yours. You could feel his breath brush against your lips. He smelled of caramel and freshly-baked bread. You raised your eyes to meet his smoldering gaze. What you saw there could only be described as the epitome of passion. It was like he was staring into your soul.

“____…” His whisper was so needy, it sent a shiver down your spine and made your lips part slightly. Finally, he closed his eyes and moved the last few centimeters. His kiss was filled with powerful emotions.

Your body moved on its own. Your arms raised to wrap around his neck as you started kissing him back with an intensity you didn’t know you were capable of.

Le Comte’s tongue pushed past your lips to explore your mouth eagerly. His hand on your waist pulled you flush against him, and he continued to express with his actions what he could not with his words.

Eventually, you ran out of air and had to pull back. You stepped away and covered your mouth in embarrassment as your lungs worked to obtain more oxygen.

He, however, seemed normal except for the faint hungry look in his eyes that was slowly fading. “You really are irresistible. I didn’t frighten you, did I?” You shook your head and looked anywhere but at him. Why had such a simple kiss made you act like a shy schoolgirl? “I’m relieved to hear that. I do hope you’ll think about my proposal.” He caressed your cheek once more with gentle fingers. “Come find me once you’ve decided, ma belle.”

With reluctance, he turned and left through the open French-style doors to give you time and space to process what had happened, his coat fluttering elegantly behind him. He had given you much to think about.

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[diagnosed-by-doyle]

do you know any other blogs that write hc’s for ikevamp?

Sure do! And they’re all amazing at what they do!

@thesilentswan

@humi-and-co

@crimson-snowfall

@candyflossclouds

@aromantic-misguide-to-romance

@crazyfreckledginger

@r-f-a-journalists

@pickled-girlfriend

@starlitsummermoon

@ikesengoficss

@eleonarain

@claire-maccarthy

@dear-yandere

I refuse to leave out these two. I don’t think they do HCs, but their writing is absolutely amazing.

@towa-no-yume

@ikesenhell

I’m sure there are lots more HC writers for IkeVamp, but these are most of the ones I’m following. Try searching the tags ‘Ikevamp Headcanon’ or ‘Ikemen Vampire Headcanon’ in the Tumblr search bar. I shall put those tags below for your convenience.

[diagnosed-by-doyle]

Could you do some headcanons of what kind of kinks ikemen vampires have?

Ooh boy, this one’s a doozy. A big thanks to the lovely people over on Discord for the help. I very much appreciate it. Feel free to pitch in if you’ve played their routes. Or send them anonymously. I might add them to the list.

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I’ve listed the kinks under the suitors who seem to more obviously have the kink.

I’m just gonna make the cut right here, lmao

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Arthur

role play

pet play

biting (vampiric foreplay)

Comte

voyeurism 

daddy

Dazai

teasing and being teased

shibari

paizuri

Isaac

restraint

Jean

receiving punishment

Leonardo

exhibitionism

being ridden

Mozart

partner being loud

Napoleon

samnophilia

mirror sex

sex while standing

Sebastian

edging

voyeurism

Shakespeare

restraint

role play

blindfolding

Theo

pet play

dom/sub

Vincent

body painting

cream pies

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[diagnosed-by-doyle]

Tundra

Pairing: Isaac x Reader (ft. Napoleon)

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 627

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You hadn’t been living in the mansion for very long. A couple of months, at most, had passed since you decided to stay in the 19th century. Every day there was an adventure, which could not be said of the life you’d left behind.

Today, Napoleon invited you to go to town with him and Isaac to tutor the children. He made sure to add that Isaac would need someone to speak to while waiting for Napoleon to get done. You agreed, of course, since you didn’t want to disappoint either of them.

That’s how you ended up in your current position. You and Isaac were sitting on some crates, absentmindedly watching Napoleon and the kids as you were lost in thought. Seeing your breath only made you feel colder. You were already shivering. That started almost immediately after exiting the coach ten minutes ago. And Isaac… He seemed fine save for the redness of his nose and ears.

Instinct finally trumped your rational thoughts. You scooted closer to him and wrapped both your arms around one of his before pushing your face into the shoulder of his jacket. Oh god...he was so warm! 

Your suddenness, however, caused Isaac to jump in surprise. He was looking down at you with wide eyes. “____..?!” You’d never done something like this before, and Isaac was used to having space.

“S-Sorry,” you finally got out through chattering teeth.

He stared at you for a moment longer before you felt his body relax. You certainly caught him off guard, but he didn’t want to push you off of him either. He didn’t want you to suffer from the cold. “It’s fine,” he muttered and looked away, swallowing hard. He really hoped you couldn’t see the blush that had formed on his cheeks.

A few minutes later, Isaac stole another glance at you. You’d been shivering significantly less, but he could tell that you were still really cold. You were going to get sick at this rate if he didn’t get you inside. But why were you trying so hard to bare it? Why did you insist on staying out here? You could’ve easily said that it was too cold for you and went back to the mansion. Both he and Napoleon would have understood. He sighed heavily. You really were so difficult to understand.

Isaac got to his feet, pulling you up with him. Thinking that he wanted to get some space, you reluctantly let go of him and took a step away. He pulled you right back.

“W-why..?”

“You’re cold, right? We can stay like this. I don’t mind.” He let you wrap your arms around him again then started walking.

Unbeknownst to either you or Isaac, Napoleon had been watching the two of you of out of the corner of his eye the whole time. He wore a knowing smile. It looked like his plan was working. “Isaac!” Napoleon called out to his friend who was walking away with the newest resident of the mansion clinging to him. The physicist paused in his strides and looked back at him. “Where are you going?”

“Oh…” Isaac suddenly realized how this must have looked, and his blush darkened. “We’ll just be a couple blocks over. I’m going to get ____ out of the cold.”

Napoleon looked over the two of them then nodded. “Good idea. I’ll come find you when we’re done then.”

Isaac returned the nod and led ____ away.

The children and Napoleon watched the two retreating figures. He looked down when he felt one of them pulling at his sleeve. “Hm? What is it?”

“Are they boyfriend and girlfriend?”

Napoleon couldn’t help letting a chuckle slip. “Not yet.” He turned back to the children and raised his rapier. “Who’s next?”

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[diagnosed-by-doyle]

I’m so happy you opened requests! What do you think are the suitors’ love languages (touch, gift-giving, etc.)?

Not really sure why, but I agonized over this for about an hour 😆

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Arthur

receive: words of affirmation

give: physical touch, gifts

Comte

receive: quality time

give: gifts

Dazai

receive: words of affirmation

give: quality time

Isaac

receive: quality time

give: physical touch

Jean

receive: words of affirmation

give: acts of service

Leonardo

receive: acts of service

give: physical touch

Mozart

receive: physical touch

give: quality time

Napoleon

receive: quality time

give: physical touch

Sebastian

receive: acts of service

give: words of affirmation

Shakespeare

receive: quality time

give: words of affirmation

Theo

receive: acts of service

give: quality time

Vincent

receive: quality time

give: physical touch

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[diagnosed-by-doyle]

Grief

Character: ???

Genre: angst

Warnings: depression, character death

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All good things must come to an end. That’s how the saying went, right? The truth of it had never hit him as hard as it did when his sweet ____ took her last breath.

He cried for days. He couldn’t bring himself to speak at her funeral, and he hated himself for it. He wanted everyone to know what an amazing person she was, how she had filled his heart with joy for as long as he knew her.

The disease had long since been eradicated in her time, that was why her body had no antibodies to fight it off. 

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Damn it!! He should have taken his chances and went through that door with her, risks be damned. Now he was paying the price for trying to play it safe. His time with her had been much too short. He wanted to scream. He wanted to break something. 

He took a long, shaky breath as the tears continued to roll down his cheeks. He needed to get away from this place. This mansion reminded him of her too much. Too many times had he seen the ghost of her walking the halls, too many times had the sound of her joyous laughter reached his ears without coming from a solid figure.

 At least, that’s what he wanted to believe. When none of the others said anything about her standing in the corner of her bedroom that first night as all the residents mourned her passing, he knew he was growing delirious.

He needed some fresh air, some time away. Anywhere but that stuffy mansion would do. Maybe he’d spend some time traveling the world. Maybe he’d wait in her home country for her to be born again. After all, he needed to be strong for when she made her return to this hellish world. He knew this wasn’t the end of their story, not if he had a say in it. And thankfully he did. He had everything to do with it. He’d never been so grateful for either time travel or vampirism.

Now if he could just shake this grief that was consuming him...

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I very much enjoy writing angst for some reason.

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