woodburner wrote in pandora_kink
The Pandora Hearts Kink(-ish) Meme!

Okay, this here's a kink meme! You know the drill! Only... it's actually okay if you want to request/write/draw gen or non-porny pairing fic, because hey, the PH fandom is kinda small, right. 8D;

WARNING: As I'm sure you can tell from the description, this is anything goes, so if you're bothered by the prospect of stumbling over something disturbing, turn back now! And you should turn back if viewing sexually explicit material isn't legal for you, etc., etc.

♘ Prompts/fic/art must be about Pandora Hearts. (Crossovers are fine).

♘ Prompts may be filled with either fic or art.

♘ Be as nasty or as vanilla as you please.

♘ Anon is on, IP logging off, for you people who don't want to own up to your shenanigans.


eta: If you are getting captchas, um, sorry! I don't know how to get it to stop! I deliberately set it to no captchas but I still got a captcha. ?_?

eta #2: rokusasu13 did us the favor of making an index! Look at phkink_index for easy access to all requests, sorted by filled and unfilled.

ATTENTION: I am not actively watching this comm any more, but I am still here and will attend to problems if any arise. Just let me know by PM or whatever if anyone starts causing trouble, spamming, or you run out of comment space and need a new post, etc., etc.

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Family fluff

Oz and Oscar fluff, at any point in their lives. Just... fluff. Anything. Father/Son-like stuff, you know? Please?

Was just browsing the comm when I saw the prompt. It may be a year since your prompt went up, but thank-you for the inspiration!

Uncle Oscar

It took Oz a long time put two and two together. There had always been candy in the drawer of his desk in the library or tea that just magically appeared in the gardens while he played and hid from the maids. There were the new books in the library that always arrived just when he needed them, even if his real father never visited the estate. It was how bandages always appeared in his room after he had a bad fall from a tree or in how new shoes always appeared just before his old ones gave out

Of course, he always thought it was just the housekeeper taking pity on him, but once he met Oscar, it all fell into place. It was in the not so leading questions, the blatant smile as he questioned first this and that on his studies or if he preferred dark chocolate to white. It was in how enthusiastic Oscar was to find out if Oz had been reading the Holy Knight Series and wasn’t Edgar and Edwin wonderful?

Way to be subtle.


But Oz played along and smiled and laughed and reenacted his favorite scenes. It wasn’t hard, not when Oscar actually sat there and played the villain to Oz’s knight. He loved him, a little, for that alone.

Of course, Oz tested him once, asking what was so special about stuffed animals and why would anyone want to carry one everywhere they went? It was in a book after all. One of those silly children’s books that Oz had long since outgrown despite behind only ten. After a lengthy argument, Oz went to bed that night and discovered his bed completely covered in teddy bears. He could hardly see the coverlet at all. He still kept one of them, hidden in the closet. Oz never wanted to admit that he slept with it sometimes, still, even after Gilbert was there to chase all the shadows away.

But, Oscar was always there, had always been there. He could barely remember it, but he knew there were hands that had held him gently as a child, had cooed and laughed at him with his mother. There were moments he could almost remember…

But that was what had taken Oz so long to figure out. It was always Uncle Oscar there, looking out for him; it was never the Duke, Oz’s real father. Funny how one brother was so close, and the other so far away. Perhaps that’s why Oz made a particular point to play with Ada every day, to read her books and pat her head when she was being cute or bad alike.

He wanted to be just like Uncle Oscar, not the cold man Oz could barely remember meeting.

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