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not-krys · 2 months ago

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98. Puzzle [Thea, Abby, Clara]

Happy end of April, everyone!

A fun prompt where a lot of creative ideas and trope twists were flowing for the most part!

For this prompt, we got:

-Thea testing Theo and Arthur to see how long it takes them to realize something is different about her. Content warning of pregnancy being explored here. -A continuation of Abby's version of the Blood prompt. Basically what happens the morning after that event takes place. Isaac decides to check on Abby and see if he can find some way to cheer her up. -Inspired by Leon's route of the recent Easter event, Clara and Nokto find themselves in a sticky situation, quite literally.

Raw, unedited writing down below the cut. Fluffy for the most part with some seriousness in Abby's prompt, which does contain spoilers for Vincent's route along with minimal mentions of past trauma.

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Thea

There were days when it was endlessly frustrating to be in love with two intelligent men. Arthur could pick up on clues as quickly as his fictional creation and Theo, she swears, he has a nose for noticing change in the air. If one didn't pick up on something, the other usually did.

However, Thea decided to put their skills to the test and see which one of them would catch on first.

She started off subtle with small changes to her appearance. She knew the tricks from her studies in history and she used them to her advantage. A ribbon tied looser than usual, a moved button or two, a sudden preference for ruffles were easy enough cheats, but now she was getting bolder with her hints.

With Arthur, she played coy with him at a small party Le Comte was hosting. A teal shawl that never left her shoulders that night no matter how much the author insisted on kissing her neck. With Theo, she wore her hair down to meet with his clients, where she would usually wear her hair up before. When he asked her about it, she said she wanted a little change of pace, wanted to try something a little different today. When both of them spotted her in the parlor sewing, she claimed it was commission pieces, the lady liked her work and wanted some jackets made for her newly born grandson for his christening.

Neither of them seemed the wiser. She knew she couldn't keep it secret forever, not with their sharp senses nor with how fast she was changing (was it supposed to happen this fast?), but it was a fun game thus far, she almost didn't want it to end.

The final day of her game, she knew the two of them suspected something. Aside from the building hints over the last few weeks, she had turned down going to the pub with them, claiming she wasn't feeling up for it. They then offered to stay with her if she wasn't feeling well, but she insisted they go on without her. Have fun! she said. Drink a pint for me!

Once the door had closed behind them, she headed upstairs where her sewing supplies waited for her. She stripped down to her stays, the white linen fabric and blue ribbons thankfully still accommodating, but it, too, was getting snug around her middle.

"Adjustment time!"

Setting her notebook and pencil on her vanity, Thea then pulls out her measuring tape and wraps it around herself, one end at her belly button while the other dangles towards the floor, her fingers sliding the cloth ruler to meet her other hand. When she pulls the tape away to read the number, her eyes widen.

"This much in a week?!" she exclaimed. "That can't be right…"

She looked at the numbers in her notebook and measured herself again, finding the number the same as before, which was indeed larger than the previously written notation. She sighed and looked down at herself, putting her hands on her hips.

"You're not making this any easier, you know."

"Who's not making what easier?" A voice said behind her, strong arms wrapping around her.

Thea squeaked in alarm.

"Theo!?"

"Oh, is this what you were doing without us here?" Arthur's voice popped up, his blue eyes filling her vision.

"I thought you left?!"

"Change of plans, love. Turns out whatever you're doing is a lot more interesting than whatever gossip we could get at the pub." Arthur glanced at the notebook and tape measure on the desk, seeming innocuous enough on their own. "What… are you doing, exactly?"

"I… want to make a new dress? For myself? Why would that be weird?"

"We never said it was."

"You've also got the dress form made with your measurements from Le Comte." Theo said, "why do you need your measurements again?"

"M-maybe I wanted something more form-fitting and tight? It's all the rage in Paris right now! Gotta keep up with the times, you know? A-and I wanted to be sure before I did any cutting?"

"You don't sound very sure about wanting to be sure." said Arthur as he glanced the notebook again.

"What's weird about taking measurements again to be completely sure? Measure twice, cut once! That's how that saying goes-"

"Hmm… is this ribbon new?" Theo said, tugging at the blue ribbon at her waist.

"…Could be?" Thea said. "Le Comte buys me so many things, it's hard to keep track of it all-"

"It's pretty long, Hondje."

"Something wrong with long ribbons?"

"You're being very defensive right now."

"Well, you're being real nosy right now."

"And I don't remember your stays being that snug on you."

"Now that's just rude, Theo!"

"Thea, love." Arthur said gently, turning her face towards him. "Is there something you want to tell us?"

"No?"

"You're lying, love."

"No more hiding it, Hondje."

Thea looked between the both of them, studying their expressions to decide on her next words.

"Fine, guess the game is up."

She took a breath.

"I'm pregnant."

The room was silent for a beat.

"And before either of you ask, I don't know who the father is. We probably won't know until their born. Like a game of chance at this point."

"We know." said Theo.

"…Huh?"

"We knew." said Arthur.

"You're bad about keeping secrets, Hondje."

"…Then, why didn't either of you say anything?!"

"You were being cute, we couldn't help but play along." said Arthur. "I enjoyed putting the pieces and clues of your little puzzle together."

"I liked watching you squirm as you tried to come up with excuses for your changes in behavior."

Thea pouted, frustrated.

"Spoilsports."

Arthur laughed.

"Now, now. No need for that sour face. We've all had our fun. Let me get a proper look at you and the wee bairn," Arthur pulled her towards him, his hands pressing into her sides.

"Nothing 'wee' about them," said Thea. "It's barely been four months. Is it supposed be this big already?"

"Maybe it's just a big baby?" Theo said.

"Could be. Or just the way they're positioned too." Arthur said. "Based on the measurements you've taken thus far though, I'd say twins are also a likely possibility."

"Twins!?" Thea said.

"Not as common, but it does happen. I won't be able to confirm it until they're a little bigger."

"R-right."

"Either way, congrats, Thea. You're gonna be a mum."

"So," Theo pulled her close again. "Any reason you were keeping this from us?"

"Huh?"

"Why did you try to keep that you were pregnant from us?"

"Oh that." Thea pouted. "I wanted to see how long it would take for you two to catch on."

"Why?"

Another frustrated sigh.

"You're both so quick to catch onto things. Like, a lot faster than I do. To have something just for me, a little secret, just for me for a little while, it felt… fun and exciting. Yet, you two knew this entire time…"

"It was fun while it lasted, love." Arthur put a hand on her shoulder. "I had fun with your little secret."

"How did you even figure it out?"

"When I was touching you at Le Comte's party." Arthur said. "Your shawl wasn't sitting right and I tried to subtly fix it-"

"You were nibbling her neck." Theo deadpanned.

"I was helping her fix her shawl! But then felt that the back of the dress was open. I thought it was strange, but then noticed you weren't drinking anything alcoholic either. That's when I knew."

Thea sighed. She turned to Theo expectantly.

"Sebas made an offhand comment that your dresses seemed to be getting fixed pretty frequently lately when he was doing laundry the other day. He thought it was strange as you usually take meticulous care of your clothes. He kept finding moved buttons and patches in your waistband. Sebas realized it then too."

"Of course he did." Thea sighed.

"You never keep secrets in this house, Hondje." said Theo. "I'd be surprised if there was a person here that doesn't know."

"You're not making me feel any better."

"Sorry, love, but he's right. Can't keep secrets around here, even if you wanted to."

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Abby

The mansion was eerily quiet that morning, Isaac noted. No one was smiling or making small talk like they usually did. Sebas had stayed with Abby all night so no breakfast was made. Vincent and Theo were in the parlor still, the elder van Gogh keeping his head between his hands, his face a frightening shade of pale, the younger keeping a hand on his shoulder, trying his best to comfort his brother. Arthur had joined them to try and piece together what had happened that previous night. Le Comte and Leonardo were talking amongst themselves, serious expressions shared between them. Mozart and Jean were also talking amongst themselves, from what he could see, also serious but those two were always serious. Napoleon, woken up early because of the commotion, made his way to the kitchen, a man on a mission.

As for himself, he found a package delivery had arrived. Le Comte had ordered some new small amusements for the game room. Abby had expressed some interest in puzzles she saw when shopping in town one day and Le Comte, always happy to spoil their guest, bought some for her. She had said they were different from ones in her time, that they were made of paper board and made up of many more, smaller pieces. Puzzles of this time were made of thin painted wood. Isaac found them interesting as well, trying to make a picture from pieces that are supposed to fit together in a certain way. He had even heard that it was often used as a way to teach children geography. Perhaps he could bring it up with Napoleon as a new teaching lesson for their students.

But that conversation would have to wait another day as the former emperor passed by him, carrying a tray of sandwiches, ham and cheese with egg sandwiches from the brief glance he saw.

"There's more in the kitchen if you're hungry." Napoleon said.

Isaac nodded, puzzle package still in hand.

He had been worried since last night's fiasco, of Vincent stumbling in the gardens with blood stains on his shirt looking like a man haunted. Theo and Arthur were looking after him now, so maybe he could check on Abby? According to Dazai, Sebas had said, physically, she was fine, but she had refused to leave her bed, hiding under the covers and not saying more than a few, brief words to anyone.

When it came down to it, he didn't have any idea what he would say to her, how he could comfort her, how to make her happy again. But his worry outweighed his fear. Surely letting her know that all of them were here to help her would be a comfort in of itself?

He went to the kitchen and took a few of the sandwiches with him, making his way upstairs and knocked on her door. Sebastian answered with a weary expression.

"Ah, Sir Isaac, good morning."

"M-morning, Sebas." Isaac peered around the door. "Napoleon made breakfast sandwiches for everyone."

"Thank you." Sebastian nodded, "that was very thoughtful of him."

The lump on the bed hadn't moved since the two started conversing. Isaac frowned.

"No changes?"

"None, I'm afraid." Sebastian looked behind him. "She has only said a few words to me, Le Comte, and Master Leonardo."

"Any idea what happened?"

"From what I can gather, I'm guessing Master Vincent was overtaken by bloodlust and… well…It seems that gave Miss Abigail quite a fright."

Isaac frowned. It made sense with how Vincent was acting last night, but still. Vincent was the rare one of them that didn't fall into bloodlust. He was always so calm and genial, someone that always had a placid smile and a kind word for everyone. To now know that someone like that was just as susceptible as the rest of them…

"Abigail, Sir Isaac brought some breakfast sandwiches that Monsieur Napoleon made. You're more than welcome to them if you're hungry."

"A-and the puzzles that Le Comte ordered came in this morning!" Isaac interjected. "The rest are downstairs, but I brought one of them with me. I-in case you wanted to stay in a little longer but not get bored!"

While Isaac was mentally preparing to bury himself in the garden under a minimum of a thousand --no, a million-- kilometers of dirt, the bed covers stirred and the blonde girl sat up slowly, as a flower does while unfurling in the sun. Her eyes and nose were swollen red, a few sniffs escaping her. Her cheeks were also faintly flushed.

"T-thank you, Isaac. That was… very kind of you." her voice was soft and hoarse, breaking his heart.

He set the breakfast tray and the puzzle box on the bed, right in front of her.

"Napoleon said there were more sandwiches in the kitchen if you wanted more, s-so…"

Abby shook her head and picked up one, the bandage on her hand glaringly obvious. Her eyes started watering instantly when she saw it.

"I-If either of you see Vincent today… can you tell him… I'm sorry?"

"H-huh? You didn't do anything wrong," said Isaac. "You don't have to-!"

"No! I want to say sorry to him!" She rubbed her eyes and took a breath, trying to calm herself. "Last night… it… it brought up a lot of bad memories, when Vincent… when he…."

"Eat up first," Sebastian said, holding out a handkerchief to her. "And you're more than welcome to have any one of us with you should you want to meet with Master Vincent later."

Abby nodded, wiping her eyes with the handkerchief.

"A-and-" Isaac started, "I'm sure Vincent wants to talk to you too."

It probably wasn't a good idea to bring up what he looked like last night to Abby, nor to bring up his current state, but he was sure it would be best for the two of them to talk, right?

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Clara

Clara thought for a brief moment that it was a miracle that Clavis has lived as long as he had as even she, now, had thoughts of murdering the laughing prince.

"Clavis." Nokto said, surprisingly calm despite the circumstances. "Any clue on how to get this off?"

Thanks to an impromptu festival that the third prince thought to hold to cover up a sting operation, Nokto and Clara were now permanently holding hands, joined together by some grayish substance that had hardened like glue and refused to budge.

"Oh, not to worry," Clavis said coyly. "It should flake off on its own."

He paused.

"When I tried it with Yves when we were children, it lasted at least a week."

"A week!?" Clara cried.

"Ah, right. Evie cried the entire week and the next after it because of the trauma." Nokto said, deadpan.

"He loved it!" said Clavis. "So, you two should be fine~!"

Clavis was lucky that Clara was attached to Nokto currently, else he might have been murdered him then and there in the Foreign Affairs Faction's office. Nokto was quick to pull her away from committing aggravated regicide, holding her shoulders with his free arm.

"Any tips on how to make it flake off faster?"

"Hmm…" Clavis put his hand on his chin, thinking. "Perhaps soaking it in warm water? It's been so long, I can barely remember how Yves and I finally separated. Try some other ways and let me know how it works out!"

"W-we'll keep you posted." Nokto gave a strained smile, gingerly leading Clara out of the room. "C'mon, dear. We'll try soaking for a while. Maybe a nice, hot bath will take your mind off things."

"Ooh, that sounds like a nice idea! Have fun, you two!"

Clara continued glaring at Clavis as they walked away. Nokto sighed as he told the maids to prepare a hot bath for the two of them. He also informed them that they're going to be needing some alternations made to their clothes as slipping sleeves over their arms was impossible right now.

The two of them stood in the bath as two maids carefully picked the seams of their joint sleeves, the puzzle pieces of fabric falling away to reveal their bare skin. When they left, Clara looked at the mass on their joined hands, sighing in frustration. Nokto leaned over and kissed the arm joined to him.

"Think of it this way." he said. "Evie and seamstresses will have fun coming up with new designs for our clothes in the meantime. Perhaps you could have buttons close up your sleeves and up the side. I think you'll look lovely."

"It's still embarrassing." Clara pouted. "I can't use my right hand for anything right now. I feel useless."

"Well, if it makes you feel better… I'm actually left-handed."

"Wait, really?"

"I learned to write and do things with my right when I kept bumping elbows with Licht when we were children."

"I mean… that's cute and all but." Clara pointed out. "Your left is attached to my right."

"So, we're both useless together."

"You didn't have to phrase it like that."

"I'm trying to cheer you up."

#krys's adventures in fanfiction #wip wednesday #ikemen vampire #ikemen prince #ikevamp oc #ikepri oc #dorothea reid (oc)#abigail clarke (oc)#clara laurent (oc)#theodorus van gogh (ikevamp)#arthur conan doyle (ikevamp)#isaac newton (ikevamp)#nokto klein #cw: pregnancy #I know that there was a puzzle prompt for Miri as there was a chat where Luke put together a puzzle but the idea just wasn't flowing for me #Like I tried to think of some way to write out that scene but it just wasn't coming to me despite it being gift wrapped to write #meh #I also tried to do Leon's easter event with him and Clara to keep the original spirit #and it would give me a chance to write Leon and Clara together as I don't think I've done that yet #but again #no ideas for it weren't coming to me #even tried to mentally spin it as Nokto being jealous of Leon being attached to his wifey #but I don't think we've really seen too much of Leon and Nokto's relationship to really make that kind of judgement call #for the most part they seem to get along with no drama unlike most of the others #so Nokto probably wouldn't be jealous of Leon in that way if that makes sense?#some of the others he probably would if it was anyone else #Silvio comes to mind specifically #but I digress #Leon and Nokto seem cool with each other and he trusts Clara with Leon so that's that

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lovehollyberry · 2 years ago

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Art I’ve done for FE Art Scuffle!

@irpas-fe-corner

@yulgurr

@aptericia

@spaghetti-trash

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#fe artscuffle #fire emblem #fire emblem oc #fe3h #fe3h oc #feh #feh oc #ferdinand von aegir #Elincia #l’arachel #Laurent #others ocs #[❦] Berry Art

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thursfys · 4 months ago

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So I procrastinated a project for one of my college classes, and had to do it all in 1 day...And I didn't read through the requirements for the project...I just took it as an opportunity to draw one of my ocs-

#my art #artists on tumblr #digital art #oc art #sea monster #kraken #his name is laurenttttt he runs my brain along with 7 other ocs and 2 sad death flag mennnnn #honestly when i draw its either oc work #or Gallagher and Gregor #no in between #i originally made him to be part of a dating sim im planning on making #i might post some of his old art work... eventually #laurent mccaffrey #thur art

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pirunika · 2 years ago

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I know its v early in the works but more I read about the next Perfumare game by @pdrrook more I shipped Ela and Flavio and had to sketch them hugging.......

#perfumare #perfumare amalgam #flavio esposito #oc: ela #fyi she s besties w #my other mc #oc: eos #who i imagine w Laurent #so take it as you will ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗#sudraws #interactive fiction #...what's the official tag for this #phone sketch

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m0nochromat1c · 1 year ago

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Guys im actually so normal about my own ocs im so so normal and love them so much

Ive been bouncing fixtation to fixtation but ive been drawing really stupid deadplate stuff for a good week or two now so i thought maybe i should share them

Soooo, meet Laurent Archambeau and Percival Tremblay! Both work in the bistro with vastly different views on the work-life ethics and just in general whats going on around the bistro :] (also they're boyfriends and i still need to draw them being together)

#dead plate #deadplate oc #monochrome art #monochrome ocs #art #art wip #laurent archambeau #percival tremblay #doesnt help that Perci eats people #the way there are two other ocs and an elevator hitch oc #did you know im mentally deranged? /ref

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dxppercxdxver · 2 years ago

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hello hello! in preparation for the opening of @tf2shipswag's oc bracket For Real i have written a vaguely persons-of-the-tale-esque bit of propaganda fiction in which our unwitting ocs experience a historical anachronism and discover they have been entered into the oc bracket! if you like early enemies to lovers and a tasteful dose of meta fiction (along with aggressively 18th century styled prose) you'll probably like this! i call it "there's such a thing as an author" or "persons of the tale But Worse"

Somewhere just to the left of the story well known, Samuel Mundy sat perched in the bay window, long legs stretched across the whorled-grain boards with languid content. Liquid summersong pooled in his lap with all the warmth of a loyal cat, golden and simple. The glass panes were thrown open to let in the comfort of the season—what little could be snatched from the jagged-toothed forest filled with the crack of gunfire, anyway—and he clutched a chipped china saucer in his fingers, picking at a fresh bread roll.

Gazing across the Manor’s ill-tended garden, Samuel sighed nearly dreamily, a reflexive smile playing across his cracked lips. For once, his little world was quiet, nary a disturbance to be found.

Of course, however, his peace was not destined to last, and Miss Pauling’s far off cry of, “Mail, boys!” roused the rabble from deep within the house’s corridors, who all came a-bustling with the energy of an anthill, and idle chatter filled the air, quickly snuffing the silence. Samuel, pointedly ensconced in his window-borne nest, merely watched his compatriots greet their friend and sponsor on the lawn as she distributed the sheaves of parchment and carefully tied packages amongst them. They were permitted some personal effects at their stations, which included a small allowance for assorted trinkets and treasures, and thus the days Miss Pauling ventured into town were filled with a quiet sort of excitement. Much as they were soldiers of a secret war, and trained for such, it grew dreadfully lonely and dreadfully threadbare.

This day, though… Something about it was different.

While the great majority of his fellows dispersed from the lawn as swiftly as they had come, their spy, Laurent, remained, conversing with Miss Pauling. Samuel could hardly make out a word at his distance, but his eyes were sharpened by his particular profession, and the feeling between their persons was a tense one. Her brows were furrowed sharply over the silvery frames of her spectacles, and Laurent’s hands formed clipped gestures at his sides. Whatever it was they spoke of, it hardly seemed a pleasant thing.

After mere moments more, Laurent plucked a paper from Miss Pauling’s elegantly gloved fingers and held it out before him, pursing his lips as he studied it, before shaking his head, offering Miss Pauling a crisp salute, and trudging across the lawn.

In what appeared to be Samuel’s direction.

Growling softly, Samuel wrinkled his nose, staring firmly down at his plate in some vain hope Laurent would pass him by, that the mysterious business he appeared so perturbed by was kind enough to leave Samuel alone. The last thing he needed was another catastrophe atop the neverending tumultuousness of his wartime existence.

“Bushman.”

In spite of his willing, Laurent’s infuriatingly smooth voice lilted into his ears with a weariness that belied an intent beyond an obligatory passing greeting, and Samuel found himself looking up to meet his tired gaze.

The warmer weather had done a kindness to the spy; his sallow complexion and skeletal frame were given a new life in the sun, and the embroidery in his suit shimmered like the finest of jewels. And still, Samuel couldn’t help but find him dour, unpleasant, and downright infectious in his discomfort. Almost in response to Laurent’s hardened grimace, Samuel shifted in his seat, his skin itching ‘neath his clothes.

“Spook.”

When the acknowledgement of Laurent’s presence failed to dispel him from Samuel’s immediate company, he sighed, and turned to properly face the equally beleaguered spy, letting his boots sway loosely beneath him.

“Unless it’s business, I’m not interested,” he said brusquely, fixing Laurent with a firm stare that he returned with unflinching readiness. Pale eyes bored into his own as Laurent shook his parchment bounty open with a sharp flick of the wrist.

“While my present port of call has little to do with our current occupation,” he said, calm and measured, “I have a feeling you will want to see this.”

The paper was rough and worn, stained deep yellow with the wear of travel, and the ink splashed across it was coming off on his skin and the leather of his glove in small flakes, but there was no mistaking the printing.

At first, Samuel blanched, presuming it a call for their heads, but as he read, the fear curdled into something far more baffling. Taking up most of the page was a sketched rendition of the two of them—sniper and spy—stood side by side, illustrated Laurent flashing a wry smirk at his ink-bound companion that the drawing of Samuel readily returned. Bold typeface toward the top spelled out “WANTED” clear as day, although there was no reward attached. Twirling arrows pointed to Laurent and him in turn, annotating precisely who was whom. There was yet more type at the bottom, but Samuel had rather stopped processing exactly what it said by then, and handed the sheet back to Laurent with an incredulous scowl.

“What in the hell is this?”

As Laurent crisply refolded it and placed it in an inner pocket, he replied, “We appear to have been entered into some sort of tournament.”

“Tournament?” Samuel’s mind whirled, spiraling out endless possibilities, each one markedly worse than the last, “As in… fighting?”

“Mercy of mercies, I do not believe so,” Laurent mused, crossing his arms and glancing into the distance. “Even with my considerable skill, we would hardly stand a chance with you on our side.”

“Watch your tongue, Frenchie.” Livid, Samuel snapped, instinctively reaching for the machete at his side. “Don’t pretend you’re not glad of this as well.”

Laurent snorted. “Of course I am, but it is hardly a matter of cowardice.”

“Yeah? What is it, then?”

“I do not wish to dirty my suit,” Laurent sneered, mouth curved sharp as his knife. In that moment, Samuel wished for nothing more than to knock that wretched expression from his face, but resorted instead to knotting his fist in the fabric of his shirt. It certainly would not do to lose his composure so early and in a place so visible to his superior, but oh how he longed to rattle Laurent around, maybe beat some sense into him along the way.

Samuel rolled his eyes. “Fine. If we’re not to be fighting, what exactly are we meant to be doing?”

“If I am interpreting the missive correctly,” Laurent said, smoothing the fine hairs of his wig, “it is really less of a gladiatorial affair, and more of a… popularity contest.”

“Oh.” Cocking his head, Samuel let the implications wash over him, feeling his body recoil in the wake. “Oh.”

“Strange, is it not?” Taking a deep breath, Laurent shrugged slow and deliberate. “Still, I suppose I might consider myself at an advantage. I have many a desirable quality to be considered…” He trailed off, but Samuel was suddenly alight with energy.

Held in his hands was the opportunity to be absolutely devilish, and he seized it with vigor.

“Oh, really?” he said, feigning innocence. “Like what?”

Laurent whirled, eyebrow raised in sharp relief. “Is this a joke?”

“No.” Samuel poured as much sincerity into his voice as he could, leaning forward with earnest. “You see, we’ve been friends for so long—” he stifled a laugh, “—and I’d never even realized! Please, tell me about these ‘desirable qualities,’ I would love to hear all about them, and at the greatest of lengths.”

For a long, terrible pause, Laurent only stared, and Samuel faintly worried he was about to receive a length of cold steel across the throat or wedged between his ribs, but then Laurent’s cheeks flared red beneath his powder, and his mouth hung agape.

“You— you arse!” he snarled, seizing Samuel by the cravat and drawing their faces close. “You would do well to mind your manners, bushman. I do not abide mockery, nor do I suffer a fool, and you, sir, are a prime example. Remember this, lest I be forced to remind you.” With this, he drew his suit back, revealing the delicately tooled sheath for his beloved dagger. Samuel swallowed, thought up every prayer he could, and grinned wolfishly, fiddling with Laurent's elegant sleeve cuff.

“Wouldn’t want to get this dirty, would you?”

Laurent’s nostrils flared, his breath hot on Samuel’s lips, before he released him, pushing him back roughly and huffing, indignant. Samuel massaged his neck, relief coursing through his veins. A scant few feet away, Laurent stood in profile, nearly serene if not for the subtle movement of mute, furious speech.

“Nice talking to you,” Samuel said cheerfully, and, strange as anything, Laurent actually laughed. It was a brief, choked thing, barely identifiable as humor, if not for the smile playing across his face.

“You, sniper,” he said, reaching out and taking a bite of Samuel’s bread roll, “are a ridiculous, ridiculous man.” With this last remark, he about-faced and trudged across the lawn, spine ramrod straight and be-ribboned hair flouncing against his back.

“I know you are, but what am I?” Samuel called after him, and Laurent retorted with a sharp, “Go fuck yourself!” which Samuel could only meet with a thrown bread roll. It collided with the back of Laurent’s head with a satisfying muffled thunk, and Samuel cackled as Laurent let loose a long stream of French obscenities, harshly adjusting his wig so rudely whacked askew.

“I hope you know I despise you,” Laurent hissed once he had deemed himself presentable, and disappeared inside the house with the slam of the heavy oaken door.

“Yeah, yeah, hate you too,” Samuel said. Tucking his legs back into his window seat, he inhaled the lively summer air, and discovered he could not stop his beaming.

[as ever, flintlock fortress is a collaboration with @chiropteracupola]

#radio free junebug #flintlock fortress #team fortress 2 #the spy: julien laurent #the sniper: samuel mundy #your honor they are simply sooooo silly #funny guys who smack each other like little kittens #there is no real bite they are simply going bapbapbap with their babypaws #i can never take their arguments seriously and I'm Writing Them #i spend the entire time giggling like 'hehe you guys are gonna be in love with each other forever btw'#anyway i hope you have enjoyed this strange little bit of Meta Tomfoolery. if you are still reading this far down.#em showed me persons of the tale once and i've never been normal since #hence This.#am not sure how to conclude this because my title isn't from a Song for once #uhhhhh #i spent the time listening to joco looks back the album. mr fancy pants is a julien song to me #goodnight everyone!#ladly oc battle #captain's logbook

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starres-stuff · 8 months ago

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Elftober2024 Day 20: Float

-ft. @wineandsalt's Laurent.

"A wise man once said, hope floats."

#elftober2024 #star's stuff #my oc: dimitri #other's oc: Laurent #It's like they are watching sunset together #dimitri x laurent

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unmeinoniwa · 2 years ago

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sometimes i feel the violent urge to make a new oc but theres nothing concrete like 80% of the time so im just like gripping my chair desperately hoping my brain expands into the galaxy and gives me smth

#✦ NO longer bound by fate. (ooc.)#i do still have laurent floating up in the air but i need to fix his bio and i am lazy #also i do want to make another babygirl #I LOVE THEO AND ALL MY OTHER OCS N ALL BUT SOMETIMES I WANT TO PLAY WITH A NEW SHINY TOY

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krys-loves-otome · 1 year ago

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*rubs my grubby lil hands together*

Oh, do I have OCs? I have so many of them!

For reference, I do have a writing masterlist specific for my otome OCs here, so if you wanna read some other things with them, that's the list to check out!

Will be refraining from talking about my Obey Me OC Miri however as the blog above refers to Cybird's IkeSeries games, so I'll keep this to just about my IkeSeries OCs (There's still six of them all together).

Onwards below the cut!

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IkeSen

Houki and Ophelia were originally customizable MCs in a small indie game called Seven Kingdoms: The Princess Problem. It is a stat-raising dating sim where though choices made, you picked a background for a noble lady character. For the past 100 years every seven years, seven nobles from each of the seven nations are sent to a politically neutral island (that may or may not be haunted) to help strengthen ties between the countries (through alliances be they political, marriage, friendly, trade deals, etc), especially important as of late as relationships between the nations have been deteriorating the last few years, so reinvigorating those ties is the last stand before a global war starts.

The game was never fully finished as of this post posting (sad), so I took two of my MCs from that game (I had about four in total, but Houki and Ophelia had gotten the most development of the four of them) and transplanted them into the world of IkeSen.

Houki was the first to be transported. Her base in 7kpp was a Minor Lady with a Scholarly Bent. She is the member of a branch family from a nation that is known for producing the most intelligent minds of the generations. Scholars, inventors, philosophers, doctors, strategists, and thinkers are said to be some of the greatest if they come from or have studied in Houki's home nation of Jiyel. She was my first MC game in the game having gone in blind and accidentally picked all the options that lead to her having super high intelligence stats when I first started playing the game. She is generally a quiet lady that tries not to bother people and loves reading above most things. She was sent to be a diplomat when her cousin, who had been chosen for the position originally, had run away from her duty (and eloped), thus pushing Houki into the position. Ill-prepared for the responsibility, she begrudgingly takes up the task, only to be swept away via wormhole and ending up the ikesen world.

The Oda pretty much adopt her from day 1, after she saves Nobunaga from his original fate (the same as IkeSen's MC), but passes out after the ordeal, so she loses the opportunity to meet with the Uesugi-Takeda forces and Kennyo's crop. She then latches onto Mitsunari and her life pretty much goes along with the events of his route, the two soon developing romantic feels for each other. She also develops a sibling like relationship with Nobunaga, the two often playing Go against each other (not the way it's played in his route, just normal sibling dynamics between them).

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Ophelia was the third MC that I had developed in 7kpp, her base being the Ambitious Widow. Her home country had had their royal family uprooted in a bloody coup around 20 years ago and a new royal family currently sits on the throne. Ophelia's family, though noble, has grown up poor and struggles to get by. When she was old enough, she was married off to a much older man for his money. The marriage lasted about a year before her 'husband' passed away under mysterious circumstances. Ophelia had been blamed for the crime, but she did not do the man in, that is the absolute truth of the matter, but the stinge of rumors still follow her after his death. Despite this, she still climbs social ladders to keep her family afloat, leading to hearing about needing diplomats for the Seven Year Summit and jumping at the chance, to help her family gain political power.

Which lead to her plans being shattered because wormhole shenanigans.

A lot of what I write for her is after she has been in her healing process for a while, but this is a broken woman that does her best to hide the pain she has under a prideful mask and I want to write more about her in the future. As for what I've gathered about her so far, she is cynical and realistic when she's not trying to smooze her way into good graces. Once you're under her wing, she will protect you with everything she has. She can also be a bit of a tease once she's comfortable enough around you to let her walls down, as Kennyo and Ranmaru have found out. A very complex character that I wish to develop more in the future.

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IkeRev

Maddie started the trend of turning my avatars into OCs. When I got the normal avatar hair in Harr's route, that's made me want start seeing her as her own character and I started developing her traits from there.

Maddie is a 30 year old small business owner that made fake flowers before she followed a mysterious man to Cradle trying to return his pocket watch. She's soon caught up in the feud between the Black and Red Armies, soon taking refuge with the rogue wizard Harr and his assistant, Loki. She also starts to develop her own magical powers as she stays longer and longer in Cradle, once latent while living in the Land of Reason.

Haven't really developed her much outside of her adventures in Cradle. I had wanted a 30+ MC ever since the Black Army had made fun of Sirius's age (who is also 30), and it frustrated me, being a 30+ otome player, having my age being made fun of, so Maddie's age was made to combat those feelings.

Outside of that, she's outgoing and friendly, loves to sing, and do crafts to help out the Cradle residents flourish. Is also in a romantic relationship with Harr.

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Ikevamp

For Ikevamp, I have two OCs, Thea and Abby.

Thea was born of an interest I had been developing at the time about historical dress (because I had been obsessed with Bernadette Banner's vids and hyperfixation had done its thing from there) and though historical dress and accuracy didn't feature prominently in ikevamp, I was wanting to fill that need in my heart, thus Thea's creation.

She also needs a lot more development compared to my other OCs, but from what I've gathered so far, she's friendly, outgoing, loves historical dress and is a generally nice girl. She is mostly romantically involved with Theo but depending on my mood, Arthur joins in on the fun sometimes too.

Abby was next to be developed after gaining a hairstyle from a suitor's route, her's being from Vincent's. She is shy, nervous, introverted, it takes her a while to open up to the mansion residents, not wanting to cause any trouble. Vincent takes her under his wing, seeing how nervous and scared she is of everything, wanting to protect her. She starts following him around despite everyone's teasing, gaining more confidence as time goes on. He helps her develop her art (something that had been discouraged in her old home life) and the two grow closer over time, leading to him following her to the present day when she's forced back to the present due to Shakespeare's shenanigans. Vincent finds her again and they continue their life after despite never finding Comte's mansion again.

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IkePri

Clara is currently my only OC for IkePri currently and she's the latest in being inspired by avatar looks, this time by Nokto's route with the low bun.

She's my take on the original MC of the game with a different look and with a little more serious and sternness in her attitude, but she's still a romantic at heart and also absolutely a book lover. Her story pretty much follows Nokto's route with some bits of Rio's sprinkled in for a little bit of an angst flavoring (as if Nokto's doesn't have enough of that to go around, lol). So by this logic, Nokto is her main love interest with Rio not really leaving her side. Still trying to figure out how a threesome can work between them, but that's a scenario for future Krys to figure out.

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#krys's babies #ikesen oc #ikerev oc #ikevamp oc #ikepri oc #houki of jiyel #ophelia of revaire #madeline fleming (oc)#dorothea reid (oc)#abigail clarke (oc)#clara laurent (oc)#my other 7kpp mcs didn't even have names just their backgrounds #second mc was from a wealthy spice trading nation that soon has a forbidden romance with an enemy nation pirate prince #in her defense pirate prince was pretty hot so understandable #and he taught her to have more fun rather than be serious all the time #they also witnessed a more forbidden romance happening from the cover of some bushes so they are conspirators in that sense #it was funny when it happened in game from what I remember #my last 7kpp oc was an extremely sheltered princess that you could get from doing a specific set of choices that I needed a guide for #and I was curious bc this background was said to not work at all with one of the suitor options bc he was just a cold-hearted jackass #(he's the crowned prince from Ophelia's home country actually)#(from the family that took over the country in a bloody coup)#and yeah the game automatically nopes them out of situations and the sheltered princess stays the fuck away from the jackass coup prince #She CAN however develop a relationship with a delegate from Ophelia's home country who is trying reinstate the old royal family and-#is planning a rebellion and uprising and that's been a fun time for the extremely sheltered princess whose previous purpose in life was-#marrying for political gain and nothing else #fun times for her #maybe if I develop them further they could be worked into IkePri ocs bc of their statuses as noble/royalty?#who knows #it's a possibility

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fangirlfuel · 9 days ago

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Title: A Different Kind of Speed

Pairing: Lando Norris x Female OC (original character: Sienna Laurent)

PROLOG: THE GIRL ON THE PIT WALL

Sienna Laurent didn’t believe in luck.

Not after what life had done with hers.

It was somewhere between the sound of tires screaming into Turn 8 and the crowd roaring in Silverstone that she finally understood what her sister meant when she said, “The fastest way to fall in love is to stand still while the world rushes around you.”

And standing still was the only thing she could do as Lando Norris climbed out of the McLaren, helmet off, curls damp with sweat, and eyes searching like he’d been looking for her for a thousand years.

He didn’t know her yet.

Not really.

But fate didn’t seem to care about timelines.

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The first time they met was not glamorous.

Sienna had been working in the McLaren comms team for two months. Just a junior. A ghost in black and papaya. She’d written her thesis on "Neuroscience and Reflex Patterns in Elite Drivers" , the kind of topic that got her hired for coffee runs and strategic data blurbs no one read.

Lando didn’t notice her the first four times she stood behind his race engineer.

But the fifth time?

It was pouring in Hungary. Track slick like glass. Lando’s car had skidded into the gravel during FP2, and he stormed back into the garage, frustrated, soaking, electric with adrenaline.

And that’s when she handed him a towel. Nothing special. Just a reflex.

But he paused.

Looked at her.

“Thanks,” he said, voice thick with rain and tension.

His eyes flickered over her badge.

Sienna Laurent – Neuro & Strategy Intern.

“Wait… you’re the one that said my brake response pattern changed mid-lap?”

She blinked. “You actually read that?”

He grinned. “Only because I thought someone was trying to be clever.”

She flushed. “Someone was trying to be clever.”

“I like clever.”

And with that, he disappeared into the motorhome.

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That night, she told herself it meant nothing.

Drivers flirted.

It was like breathing to them.

But when he sent her a DM at 2:03 a.m. “Still think I brake too late into turn 4?” , her heart did something stupid.

She replied, “Only if you’re trying to impress someone.”

His answer came two minutes later. “Maybe I am.”

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Silverstone was different.

It was home for him. For her, it was just chaos: full paddock access, VIPs, noise, flash.

She wasn’t supposed to be there. But Zak Brown had seen her charts, and suddenly she was being introduced as "McLaren’s rising genius."

That weekend, Lando didn’t flirt.

He lingered.

He stood beside her during debriefs. Asked questions no one else did. Called her by her full name, softly, like a song: Sienna Laurent.

And when she laughed at something Oscar said, Lando’s smile tightened just a little. She noticed.

It hit her then, he was already in it.

And maybe, just maybe, so was she.

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✨ COMING SOON ON MY FIRST TIER ✨

(And yes... the spiciest parts? 🔥 Exclusive to Tier 3 👀)

"A Different Kind of Speed" – a Lando Norris x OC fanfic like no other.

This is just a tiny glimpse of what’s coming.

This story isn’t just romance. It’s raw. It’s complicated. And it’s slowburn in the most delicious, heartbreaking, addicting way.

You'll meet Sienna Laurent – brilliant, guarded, and carrying more secrets than she lets on.

And Lando Norris – the golden boy of F1, charming and confident, but deeply flawed beneath the surface.

💥 There will be:

— Jealousy so intense it bruises.

— Family trauma and past wounds that won’t stay buried.

— Cheating, betrayal, and manipulation from people closest to them.

— Violence, emotional abuse, and the reality of broken families.

— Arguments that cut deep, apologies that come too late, and

— Moments of pure love that will make your chest ache.

And yes, Lando? He’s going to mess up.

He’ll let jealousy get the best of him.

He’ll say things he’ll regret.

He’ll almost lose her, more than once.

But he’ll fight. And maybe, just maybe, he'll learn how to love her right.

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💫 Each chapter will dive deeper into the psychology of the characters , no filler, just emotion. Dialogue that feels real. Situations that make you scream, cry, and reread. This story is meant to evolve and grow darker, more intimate, and more addictive with every update.

🔞 And yes… the spicy chapters? Tier 3 only. They’ll be intense, poetic, and deeply personal, never empty. You’ll feel every heartbeat.

🧡 So get ready.

Because this story doesn’t just burn slow... it burns forever.

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hrtzbeat · 3 months ago

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EXTRA! EXTRA! It's a FRONT PAGE FRENZY!

(TWST Fan Event by yours truly~)

"He did what?! I need an undercover exposé done ASAP! This'll be the scoop of the century~"

Event Intro:

Rei never signed up to run a newspaper, but when Crowley calls, she's got no choice. As Editor-in-Chief of the barely existent Yearbook Club, she’s turning the Ramshackle crew and whoever she can grab into rookie reporters! With the deadline looming, she sends them scrambling across Night Raven College to dig up juicy headlines, sniff out secrets, and snap the perfect shots. The printing press waits for no one, and Rei won’t settle for anything less than front-page gold.

Rules:

Keep it PG!

Anyone can participate in anyway they want (art, fics, edits, etc.) of OCs, Canon or whatever!

Use the hashtag #FrontPageFrenzy so I can see it and tag me

Have fun and enjoy it~

Info:

You guys can join as whatever you'd like. Reporters, advice/gossip columns, critics, paperboys, comic strip creators are just a couple off the top of my head. Be as creative as you want with how you wanna be included in the event.

The theme is very much like a 1940's style newspaper company! You don't have to be super accurate with the outfits so be as cheesy as you want with it.

Here's the background I've made but you don't have to use it if you don't want to:

List of Participants:

Rei - Editor-In-Chief by me / GROOVY

Yuu Fontaine - Expert Journalist by @allykakamatsu

Yuri Takeba - Photographer by @0ann3

Yukari Otonashi - Editorial Cartoonist by @0ann3

Corwin Théière - Paperboy by @cephalotyrant

Champei - Top Informant by @teighveepao

Joseph Akaba - Reporter by @readsrandomstuff67

Laurent Mortimer - Advice Columnist by @fatherfawnn

Taruchi - Copy Editor by @taruruchi

Other Art:

Group Photo by @0ann3

Rei and Pocky by @clove-noko

#I HOPE I EXPLAINED IT WELL ENOUGH LOL. PLS JOIN #FrontPageFrenzy #twst fan event #🐝; bee's art #twisted wonderland #twst #oc: amane rei 🪽#au: twstverse #original #ill get a full body ref of rei in this outfit done sometime soon its cute #and a groovy too probs

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daniiwrites · 2 months ago

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Ties That Bind - Chapter 1

Pairing: Aaron Pierre and OC, Jade Laurent

Warnings: Minors DNI. Language.

Summary: One night stand gone wrong.

Rebuilding my tag list, so please let me know if you'd like to be added.

Chapter 1: Surprise

Her whole world boiled down to a tiny pink plus sign. Jade Laurent stared at the pregnancy test her in her hand, feeling like everything was collapsing around her. She couldn't be pregnant. Not now. Not like this. She leaned heavily against her bathroom counter, running a hand through her thick hair.

"Fuck."

Her cell phone vibrated on the counter and she sighed when she saw that it was her father, the absolute last person she wanted to talk to right now. She grabbed the phone and muted the call. Jade took a look at herself in the mirror, trying her hardest not to freak out. Thanks to her career as an ad executive, she made great money and could afford to give a baby everything it would ever need or want. But she didn't want to do this alone... that had never been her plan. But clearly plans were out the window now. She'd been told at 25 that she would most likely never conceive naturally. So she'd frozen some of her eggs in the hopes that one day, she'd meet the right man and they'd be able to try artificial insemination. But this baby, the result of a one night stand with a devastatingly beautiful man, was nothing less than a miracle. Jade sighed, covering her face with her hands. They hadn't exchanged numbers at any time before or after their night of passion, so she'd have to reach out to the friend who'd invited her to the party where she'd met him.

"Jade? Josh is asking for you."

Jade wiped her damp cheek and tucked the test away in her purse. She'd deal with this later. The face that stared back at her in the mirror looked shaken, not the confident Jade she was used to seeing. Her deep brown skin lacked its usual glow.

"I'll be right out, Chloe!"

She schooled her face and ran her fingers through her dark hair, fluffing the soft curls to perfection. Time to get back to boss mode. Her face was almost doll like and the makeup she wore delicately emphasized her best feature, her big brown eyes framed with thick black lashes. She blotted her lips one quick time and stepped out of her private bathroom, smiling when she saw her assistant Chloe waiting to accompany her.

"Everything ok?"

"I'm fine. Still fighting that cold, that's all."

Chloe handed Jade her MacBook and the two women headed towards the conference room. This was going to be their second pitch meeting for a new fitness supplement product. They'd finalized everything except their celebrity endorsements. The ad agency she worked for recently partnered with DC Comics, so Jade was expecting a handful of actors for the commercial and accompanying ad campaign. She pasted a smile on her face as she made her way into the conference room, greeting a few of her coworkers as she slid into an empty seat.

Honestly, she zoned the majority of the meeting out, offering input only when it was directly asked of her. Her mind was on a million other things, most importantly, the baby in her belly. Jade cleared her throat when they began going over the men they wanted for the ad campaign. She felt the breath leave her body when HIS face appeared on the large screen in front of her. They'd chosen a still from Rebel Ridge and his blue-green gaze seemed to stripped her bare through the screen. She hadn't been prepared for the reminder of just how incredibly beautiful the father of her child was. Aaron Pierre, or just Aaron as he'd introduced himself to her that night, seemed to stare into her soul from the screen and she cleared her throat, glancing away.

"This guy is my pick. I mean just look at him. Women love him. And men hate him because they want to be him. If he weren't an actor, I could totally see him being a male model. People would eat up anything he sold," Josh said, a smirk on his face when he saw quite a few people in the room nodding in agreement.

"I think it's between him and Jason Ritter. Ritter does have a more mainstream appeal."

Josh scoffed as he glanced over at one of his co-workers.

"What? Because he's white? He's no more mainstream that Aaron. Trust me, I've done my research on this guy. He went viral because of a damn dance down a hallway. This is the guy. Bring them both in for a screen test, but I guarantee that the bosses are going to want to go with this guy. Jade, what do you think?"

Jade cleared her throat as she found the attention on her again.

"I agree with Josh. I read over this guy's background and he's one of the top guys as far as who people are talking about right now. Rebel Ridge really put him on the map, especially with the female demographic. Considering this supplement is marketed to both men and women, I think he's our best bet. But by all means, bring them both in for screen tests and we can let the bosses decide. I can reach out and see if we can get them in here next week."

"Sounds great."

The meeting ended and Jade headed back to her office with Chloe at her side.

"Those two are hooooooot. Can I please come to the shoot?"

Jade chuckled as she glanced over at the younger woman. Honestly, she couldn't blame her one bit. Both men were deliciously attractive.

"Of course you can come, Chloe. We're gonna need the help. Just don't drool where anyone can see you," she said with a soft laugh. "Can you take care of sending out the screen test info to their people?"

"You got it. When do you want them here?"

"If possible, I'd like to see if they're available at the end of next week. I want to get the ball rolling on this as soon as possible."

Chloe nodded as she quickly took notes.

"Crew?"

"I'll call Javi and see if he's free for the test shoots. He knows how I work."

"Which guy do you want for the campaign?"

Jade pursed her lips as she thought about what she was going to say, not wanting Chloe to look too far into her answer.

"Jason seems like a sweetheart and all, but... you know I like them big. Plus there's that accent. I'd buy anything that man tried to sell me. My vote is for Aaron."

Chloe snickered as she glanced over at her boss.

"I agree. Something about those eyes of his. He looks like... like a real man, you know?"

"Oh, I know. Trust me. I'm going to go grab a coffee. You want anything?"

"Umm... one of those cookie things please?"

"Ok, I'll be right back," she said as she handed her laptop to Chloe.

Jade was in desperate need of some fresh air. She took a deep breath as she pushed the building's heavy glass doors open and stepped out into the sunlight. Her mind was moving in a million directions all at once, still struggling to process the news of her pregnancy. She still had no idea how she was going to tell Aaron. What if he didn't want a baby? What if he asked her to get an abortion? She didn't even know if he lived in Los Angeles. Jade was more than open to co-parenting this baby, but what happened if he lived eight hours away? Or across the country. She pulled the heavy Starbucks door open and headed inside, ordering her usual latte and her assistant's cookie. As she waited for her drink, her mind drifted back to that incredible night. Mind blowing didn't even begin to describe how good in bed the man was. He was an astonishingly giving lover, making her orgasm over and over before he was even completely naked. And once she'd managed to get him stripped out of the expensive suit he'd been wearing, his body had become her own private playground. He was just so damn big, muscle on muscle, and strong enough to do whatever he'd wanted to do to her. After they'd made love, he didn't leave. He held her in his arms, cradling her close as they fell asleep together. Jade had never felt safer or more content than she had that night in his arms.

And she'd left him before sunrise.

Snuck out like she was ashamed of the incredible passion she'd shared with a man she'd only known for a few hours.

Jade shook her head as she thought about the cowardly way she'd ended their one night stand. True be told, she was more than a little ashamed. He hadn't even had to work every hard to get into her panties. For a woman like Jade, one who prided herself on being a little hard to get for the average man, it was a bit of a blow to her ego the way she'd so easily succumbed to the handsome Brit. She'd tried to rationalize with herself that she deserved to cut loose sometimes. It had been forever since she'd had sex before him. And hell, she'd never had sex that good in her entire life. She hadn't even left the man her number. He had no way to contact her, even if he'd wanted to. Maybe this pregnancy was a punishment for the way she'd treated him after. Jade already knew that when she first reached out to him, there was a good chance that he would't be too receptive to anything she had to say. But she also knew that she had to swallow her pride and call him. He deserved to know about his child. She headed back up to the office with coffee and treats in tow. Once she made it back upstairs, Chloe greeted her with the news that she'd booked both test shoots for the following Thursday. That gave her less than a week to gather the nerve to come face to face with Aaron Pierre.

It was the day of the test shoots and Jade couldn't shake the nausea that had been in the pit of her belly all damn day. It was going to the first time she was seeing Aaron in almost two months and she was absolutely terrified. Both actors were due to arrive shortly and Jade was trying desperately to quell the terror in her belly. She was wearing her favorite peach colored shirt and a skirt that clung nicely to her softly rounded hips. After checking to make sure that her makeup was perfect, she took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom. It was just her luck that he was standing out in the hallway, waiting to go into the small studio space. He hadn't seen her just yet and she took a moment to just drink his broad shouldered form in. Aaron Pierre was a truly incredible specimen. He had to be at least a solid 225 and was the kind of man who would always made her feel incredibly safe. He must have sensed her behind him and turned to face her. Jade's breath quickened and she felt her nipples peak. Damn... the father of her child was one beautiful man. His skin was the richest shade of caramel brown and all she could focus on was the memory of the way his sweat tasted on her tongue. Goddamn hormones!

"Jade."

Damn. Even the way he said her name was sexy.

"Aaron... it's good to see you."

"Is it?"

Jade frowned, glancing away. She deserved that one.

"I had that coming."

"I heard you recommended me for this."

She glanced back up at him, nodding slowly.

"I did. Thought you'd be great for our campaign."

"That the only reason?"

His green eyes held her captive, a mix of anger and passion swirling in their depths. Seeing her again did something to him, set him off kilter in a way he wasn't used to. As he glared down at her, the scent of her perfume, a mix of vanilla, bergamot and amber, drifted up to him. Images of her writhing beneath him, her fiery dark eyes meeting his as she took every fat inch of him inside her came to mind and he could feel his traitorous dick swelling in his pants. Aaron vividly remembered every single moment of their night together and it often replayed like the world's cruelest sex tape in his mind.

"No. That wasn't the only reason. I needed to see you again."

"Oh, so you can leave me alone in a hotel room again?"

"Aaron... I'm sorry," she whispered, glancing around before looking up at him. "I've never-"

"You know what? Save it. Spare me the 'never done the one night stand' line."

"I'm not lying," she hissed.

His dark eyes narrowed on her gorgeous face before he leaned down and whispered in her ear.

"I hope it was worth it, Jade. Cause no one is ever going to fuck you like I did."

The words hit her like a blow to the gut and she watched as he turned on his heel and stalked back towards set. Jade glanced around, making sure no one was paying attention to their interaction. She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, trying to mentally prepared to deal with this shoot. Today was going to be a hell of a day. She took a couple of deep, calming breaths before steeling herself. As she stepped on set, her eyes were immediately drawn to where Aaron was standing on his mark. He was talking with her camera guy, Javi, about what they were going to shoot next. The whole purpose of test shoots like this was to see how someone looked on camera and to see if their charisma translated through the screen. She focused her eyes on the monitors, noticing right away how good he looked on camera. Too damn good. Her eyes eagerly drink in his tall, broad shouldered form. Her teeth worried her lush bottom lip as she remembered the way his full lips kissed over every part of her body, those massive hands of his holding her down and making her take all of him.

"Fuck..."

"What'd you say, Jade?"

Jade cleared her throat, glancing over at her assistant.

"Oh, nothing. Just thinking out loud."

"That is one fine ass man."

Jade snickered softly when she looked over and saw the look on Chloe's face.

"And he looks great on camera. I know they're gonna want to go with him."

Both women focused their attention on Aaron as they ran through a few more poses. Jade tucked a thick chunk of dark hair behind her ear as she walked closer to the action. She fanned herself with the folded script that she had in her hand, suddenly feeling the heat from all of the lights on set. Aaron glanced up, making eye contact with her and holding the stare. Those incredible eyes of his held her captive and she was frozen in place. The corner of his mouth turned up in a cocky smirk as he let his eyes drift down to her breasts before back up to meet her gaze. The man knew exactly what he was doing to her. She looked away, blinking rapidly as she felt a bout of dizziness overwhelm her. Panic gripped her body in a cold fist and she raised her gaze back to Aaron's, seeing the way his cocky smirk quickly changed into a look of worry. Him rushing towards her was the last thing she saw before everything went black.

Seeing Jade go from rosy cheeked and turned on to watching her body sway unsteadily had Aaron's heart clenching in his chest. He made it to her just in time to keep her head from hitting the hard floor and he cradled her limp body in his arms. Aaron quickly checked her pulse, relieved to find it strong and steady. The young woman he'd seen standing at Jade's side knelt next to them, panic written all over her face.

"Oh my god! Is she ok?"

"She didn't hit her head and her pulse is strong. Has she ever fainted before?" Aaron asked.

"Not that I know of," Chloe murmured, biting her bottom lip. "Jade doesn't get sick...We should take her to the hospital. But she'll kill me if I cause a scene with an ambulance and it turns out that she's fine."

"My truck's out back. I can drive her."

Chloe glanced up at the handsome Brit for a moment before giving him a quick nod. Better safe than sorry.

"Let's go."

Jade's head lolled against his powerful chest as he carried her slight body out to his truck. As much as his ego was bruised after she'd abandoned him in his hotel room, that didn't mean a thing to his traitorous heart. He gently laid her in the backseat, resting her head against Chloe's lap. Her assistant gently brushed her hair out of her face, letting Aaron know that their relationship went a bit deeper than just work. After programming the nearest hospital into the SUV's GPS, they were on their way to the emergency room. He glanced in the rearview mirror, frowning when he noticed that Jade hadn't stirred at all and her beautiful dark skin looked clammy. They pulled up to the emergency entrance of the hospital and Aaron carefully gathered the unconscious woman in his arms, her head heavy on his chest as he carried her inside.

"She collapsed a few minutes ago," he said urgently to the nurse who rushed over to them.

"Does she have a history of fainting?"

"No," Chloe said with a shake of her head. "But she did get sick at work a few days ago."

The nurse nodded, motioning for Aaron and Chloe to follow her. They were led to a curtained off area and Aaron gently laid Jade's limp body on the bed. He held her hand in his, his forehead creased with worry. Her color was slowly coming back, but she hadn't stirred much since she'd fainted. A doctor walked in, immediately going to prop her legs up and check her blood pressure.

"How long ago did she faint?" The doctor asked, his gaze flicking between Aaron and Chloe.

"Maybe 5 minutes or so. Why hasn't she woken up yet?"

"That's what we're working on," he murmured, asking a nurse to set her up with an IV.

Jade stirred, a little frown appearing between her dark eyebrows. She groaned softly before her eyes fluttered, wincing against the harsh florescent lights.

"Where am I?"

"You're at Cedars-Sinai, Miss. Can you tell me how you're feeling?"

Her eyes flicked down to her hand, which was still being held tight in Aaron's big paw. She met his worried gaze before looking away.

"I-I... I feel a little woozy."

"Alright. I'm going to run some tests on you and we're gonna get you right as rain."

Jade nodded and she swallowed softly. The doctor quickly drew her blood, leaving her along in the observation room with Aaron and Chloe. When they ran blood tests on her, they'd discover her pregnancy. She needed Aaron to hear it from her before he overheard it from them.

"Um... Chloe, can we have a minute alone please?"

"Of course," Chloe murmured. "I'll be outside. I'll cancel your 3 o'clock."

Aaron's cat-like green eyes met hers, his stare a bit unnerving.

"I need to talk to you."

Jade braced herself against the bed, trying to push herself into a sitting position. Aaron tucked a pillow behind her before dragging a small chair over and cramming his big body into it. He leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his massive thighs as he looked over at her.

"Are you sick?" He asked softly. "Is that why you left the way you did?"

"I left because I was ashamed," she murmured, her dark eyes focused on the pulse in his throat. "I really never have done anything like that before. I...I was scared you'd think less of me in the morning. I thought I'd save myself the embarrassment and just leave before you could kick me out of your room."

"Jade, I don't think any less of you because of what we both chose to do that night."

"You don't?" she whispered before meeting his gaze again.

"Of course not. You're a beautiful woman... I had to shoot my shot with you. I was more than ready to earn you."

She scoffed softly.

"Looks like you don't have to worry about that. Didn't make you work hard to get me at all."

Aaron shook his head as he reached out, taking her small hand in his. His thumb rubbed back and forth across her satin soft skin.

"Stop that. Let me earn you this time. Let me do what I'd planned to do that morning. I wanted to take you out to breakfast... get to know the pretty girl with the most beautiful brown eyes I've ever seen."

"Aaron..."

"Why are you so hesitant?"

"Because... there's something I need to tell you. I didn't- I never thought something like this could happen to me. I was told a long time ago that it would be damn near impossible."

"Jade-"

"I'm pregnant. It's yours."

Jade felt all the air go out of her body with a big whoosh. Her eyes flicked to his face, immediately clocking the shock etched into his handsome features. His big hand tightened on hers and his green gaze dropped to her belly.

"I found out last week. I didn't know how to contact you and then you just fell into my lap like this. I swear... Aaron, I didn't think this was possible for me."

"What do you mean "didn't think this was possible?""

"I was told that a natural pregnancy wasn't in the cards for me. I guess you've got magical sperm or something." She let out a small, slightly hysterical laugh. Her heart felt like it was about to pound out of her chest.

Aaron reached out, gently cradling her cheek with his free hand and Jade couldn't help the way her eyes closed and she tilted her face into his touch. There was something so calming, so grounding about his touch.

"So... what do you want to do, Jade?"

"What do you mean "what do I wanna do"? This is the both of us."

"This isn't how I expected to be welcoming my first child. But... we did this together. If you wanna do this, I'm going to do it with you."

"How do you know I'm gonna be a good mom?"

"How do either of us know what kind of parents we're gonna be? All we can do is learn together. I meant what I said, Jade. If you want to have this baby... I take care of my responsibilities. I'll be here for you, however you need."

When her teary gaze met his, something tugged at his heart and the instinct to protect her was overwhelming. Aaron stood, gently pulling her into his arms. He softly stroked her hair, murmuring to her when she began to sob, her entire body shaking as she cried. His fingertips gently rubbed her scalp, his large hand cradling the back of her head.

"I-I'm so scared, Aaron."

"Shhh... It's ok, sweetheart. It's gonna be ok. You're not alone."

Aaron was quickly realizing that her tears were like kryptonite to him. Hearing the news that he was going to be a father was like a gut punch to him. It had felt like all the air was taken out of the room in that moment and all he could think about was her, big and pregnant with his baby in her belly. That thought unleashed something in him, something dark and fiery. She was pregnant. With his baby. Their baby. He was going to be a dad... Timing wise, this was absolutely the worst time in his career for something like this to be happening. His film Mufasa had just premiered and his PR team had been carefully crafting his image, hoping to set him up as one of Hollywood's next top leading men. For the sake of optics, it was best he appear to be a carefree bachelor. But this baby would be here in less than a year. Everything would change. Everything would HAVE to change. His parents had raised him to be a man who took care of his responsibilities and he wasn't about to disappoint them now. And she didn't get into this situation by herself. He wasn't about to let her deal with the consequences alone. Her sobs quieted down into soft sniffles. She sighed when Aaron pressed a tender kiss to her temple before pulling back to get a look at her.

"Do you want to keep the baby?"

Her eyes searched his face for a moment before nodding mutely.

"I've always wanted to be a mom. I feel... I feel like this baby is a blessing. I mean, I'm on birth control. We used condoms. And despite all that, it still happened... You really wanna be there?"

"I do. And I meant what I said earlier. I would love the opportunity to get to know you, to earn you. I guess now we just just have an added incentive, huh?"

"We definitely do..."

The way he gently cradled her face in his massive hands made her feel like a princess. Her long dark lashes fluttered shut when he leaned and and pressed his lips against hers. Her heartbeat thudded in her chest as he kissed her like she was something precious, his tongue tracing along the seam of her lips, asking to be let inside. Her moans went straight to his dick and he grunted against her full lips. Jade was hands down the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen and now he was irrevocably tied to her for the rest of his life. It was a heady sensation. A knock at the door had them breaking apart. Aaron retained his hold on her small hand as the doctor entered the room.

"So we got the results of your tests back and... Ms. Laurent, are you aware that you're pregnant?"

Jade's eyes flicked over to Aaron and he squeezed her hand reassuringly.

"I just found out last week."

"Is everything ok with the baby?" Aaron asked.

The doctor nodded, his eyes back down on her paperwork.

"Fainting isn't uncommon in early pregnancy. All your bloodwork came back just fine. You are dehydrated though, so I'm going to have you finish off this IV and then I'll get you a script for prenatal vitamins. You should make an appointment with your OB-GYN as soon as possible just to know exactly how far along you are. Congratulations... gonna be a beautiful baby."

Aaron took note of the way her pretty brown skin flushed and had to agree with the doctor. Their baby was going to be absolutely perfect.

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