Thank you for the tag @beevean!!!
I've been asked to share some of my wip, and today I chose an Isaacul Fic I started yesterday, inspired by some of our discord chats 🩷 This is part of the build up to the smut.
I tag any of my mutuals who have WIPs and want to join!
It was dark outside the throne room windows, the moon reflecting soft tones of the stained glass on the stone floor. Dracul had his head in his hands, leaning to the side of the throne, eyes closed, almost looking asleep to those who did not know the Prince. But those who served the Prince knew this act of simple rest, was deceptive. He may rest his eyes for a moment, but Dracul never slept, always being ready for anything, or anyone, who dared to lay their hands on him or his Castle.
And like a stone he was, as the doors to the throne room opened, revealing the lean figure of his doll, Isaac. It was a strange being, covered in tattoos, made from a dark power unknown to Dracul, and scars, to which it still has not told Dracul of their backstories. Dracul cracked his eyes, but only just enough to not give away his awareness of the doll in the room.
What a doll it was. Its hair had gained length since being here, coming down to its shoulders now, braided to keep it out of its face. It wasn't wearing much, only in a nightgown that barely came to its mid thighs, but was big enough at the top for the sleeves to slip down its shoulder. Those long legs were covered by stockings that came up to its knees and a short pair of wool socks over those. It always got so cold so easily, and with the location of the Castle being primarily in mountains under the constant assault of blizzards, Dracul tried to keep it warm.
"Dracul?" Its voice sounded in the mostly empty room, echoing slightly from the walls, slightly hoarse from having woken up recently, "are you awake?"
Dracul made no move to let Isaac know he was awake, or having even heard it. At getting no response, Isaac walked over to the throne, its footsteps softened by the wool socks. There were some steps up to the throne itself, that Isaac carefully took. The last thing it wanted was to embarrass itself by slipping and falling in front of Dracul.