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[Repost] Plus - Houki & Nobunaga

Part of this set of WIP Wednesdays

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"Kiniku, you are dismissed." Houki said calmly, the other maids around her gasping in horror.

"…What?" the maid before her, growled.

"I am no longer in need of your services." Houki said, putting her hands in her haori sleeves. "I have spoken with the head maid as well as Lord Hideyoshi and they are more than willing to help you find other places of employment. I've tried to be amicable, but I do not think this arrangement is a good fit for either of us."

"You're being petty, Lady Houki."

"On the contrary, I would rather not have such hostility in Lord Nobunaga's castle. My other maids have expressed concerns and they are in agreement that here isn't the best place for you."

"Fancy way to say you don't like me."

"You have called me, quote, 'fat cow' and a 'pig' on various occasions to others you thought were companions, behind my back. While cows and pigs are lovely creatures, I would rather not be referred to as such."

"Can't deny what is true."

Houki sighed, closing her eyes as the other maids came to her defense. She held up her arm to stop them.

"That's enough, all of you. Kiniku, please leave this place before I call for the guards to remove you."

"Ha! You think you have power here? Just because your pathetic, weak ass got in with Lord Nobunaga, you think you're so high and mighty! You're nothing but a-"

"Enough." A new, deeper voice joined the conversation. The room immediately frosted over, the other maids lowering their heads. Kiniku looked in the direction of the new voice, terror soon entering her eyes.

"L-Lord Nobunaga!" She fell to her knees, her forehead touching the floor.

Nobunaga crossed his arms, a dark scowl marring his eyebrows.

"Your chatelaine has dismissed you. Leave."

"M-my lord! Please reconsider!"

"I have heard more than enough." His carnelian eyes were lit like twin blazes. "Leave my sight before I consider killing you myself, here and now."

"Spare her, my lord." Houki said, deadpan. "It would not be worth your time."

"You-" Kiniku growled.

"I'll leave first to let her gather herself." Houki said. "The rest of you know your duties."

"My lady!" the other maids scattered as Houki walked out of the room, Nobunaga following a few paces behind her. They walked in silence for a few minutes, finding themselves in the garden. Houki sat on a nearby bench, letting out a breath.

"Speak, Fireball."

"What is there to say? I was merely dismissing a maid as I no longer needed her services. Nothing more."

"She insulted you."

"It wouldn't be the first time someone has insulted me over my appearance, nor is it likely the last time.”

“You sound as though this has happened frequently.”

“In the past, yes. A lady that spends her days reading inspires a surprising amount of jealousy and animosity among her staff, I have found. It’s the strangest thing.”

Nobunaga laughed.

“Only you would see it that way.”

Houki looked at a nearby tree, the branches swaying in the wind.

“More likely, it’s because I’m a stranger here. Not everyone likes change. For a… foreign woman to suddenly appear out of nowhere and to have her suddenly accepted with little to no explanation how she came here or why the lord of the castle and his closest consorts suddenly are fond of her, it’s no mystery why there would be such rancor sown in the ranks, so to speak. Others dislike that I’m not as much of a weakling as my appearance would lead them to believe. In terms of strength of will, at least.”

Nobunaga hummed in agreement.

“You remind me of my younger sister in that way. Physically, she was of no match to any of us. Her strength of will when she wanted something, she was quite formidable.”

“Perhaps she learned from your fortitude?”

“Perhaps. It made her an annoying brat at times.”

Houki thought it best to not comment on that statement.

#krys's adventures in fanfiction #wip wednesday #ikemen sengoku #ikesen oc #houki of jiyel #nobunaga oda #repost queue

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[Repost] Plus - Comte & Thea

Part of this set of WIP Wednesdays

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Comte stepped first out the carriage, his shoes touching the pavement with a soft click. With grace, he turned and held out his hand behind him, holding it out expectantly.

“Ma cherie.” he said, “ready for your first ball?”

A gloved hand took hold of Comte’s, warmth spreading through his fingers. The rustle of fabric soon followed, layers of golden silk and chiffon ruffling against the seat.

“Definitely!” Thea said, stepping down the little steps of the carriage perhaps a little too quickly. “I’m so excited.”

Comte chuckled. “I’m glad.”

“And, thanks for getting me the fabric to make this dress!” She pulled some of her skirt, even the low lights of the night making it shimmer.

“You wear it well. I wouldn’t have been able to tell you were from the future when you’re wearing that dress.”

“There are some tells,” Thea said, wiggling her free arm, “some of the stitching is from modern techniques, but the majority of it should be period appropriate. Sebas was huge help when I was researching.”

“Forgive me and my layman’s knowledge, but it’s a little beyond me to be able to tell the difference.”

“It’s actually pretty easy to tell, if you know what to look for.”

The two continued to walk towards the venue, Thea telling the good Comte about different sewing techniques, modern versus historical methods, and even having a cheeky discussion with him about his tie. Comte was smiling, genuinely so, throughout the party. He even forgot that they were at a party at various times of the night, needing to be reminded that dancing was sort of the point of a ball. He couldn’t help himself, conversing with his sudden guest. He loved listening to people that were passionate about their craft, it was his reason for bringing back the greatest minds of history, to give them a second chance at pursing their passions. And though coming across Thea that day in the Louvre had been a coincidence, it was a pleasant surprise, the events that followed their coincidental meeting.

Now, however, he wanted to make good on his promise to show her a ball of this era, something she had told him she was looking forward to. History was one of her passions, just as it was Sebastian’s. And he, as a pure-blooded vampire that had lived through many years… decades… centuries… finding others so passionate about things he’s personally experienced was a delight for him. It was one of the reasons he enjoyed human company so much. That despite their dismally short lives, their curiosity and eagerness was something to be admired.

#krys's adventures in fanfiction #wip wednesday #ikemen vampire #ikevamp oc #comte de saint germain (ikevamp)#dorothea reid (oc)#repost queue

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[Repost] Plus - Rio & Clara

Part of this set of WIP Wednesdays

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Rose petals were flying through the air on this gloriously sunny day, a perfect day for a wedding. Rio thought it was perfect, not too warm, not too cold, and only a few puffy clouds in the sky. He smiled in that afternoon light, after the rush of the morning.

Clara was married now, officially. She had looked so beautiful the entire day. Not that she wasn’t any other day according to Rio, but today, she was especially magnificent. She had rosebuds in her hair, her veil was sheer and delicate. Her dress, white and embroidered with gold roses, shimmered in the sun’s light, like a goddess from up on high. Her eyes were bright and full of love, she looked so happy that Rio could almost feel himself bursting with happiness as well.

He was glad that things had went so smoothly for her. He could wish her nothing but happiness, just as he always had. He was going to tell her later how beautiful she looked, how he could feel the love radiating off of her.

He was glad that she had found her happiness, even if it wasn’t with him.

He’ll admit, it did hurt a little bit, watching her walk towards another man, especially towards the former Lothario that was the seventh Rhodolite prince. A former womanizer that had stolen his beloved’s heart, but, he couldn’t deny seeing how much Nokto loved her too. He even confided him once that Clara felt like the sun to him, how wonderfully honest and caring she was. That though there were still times that even Nokto wondered if she was doing the right thing by choosing him, but still glad that she had.

And, as much as he was loathed to admit it, Rio agreed. The two seemed perfect for one another, in ways that he and Clara weren’t.

Well, just because they were married now didn’t mean that Rio was going to leave the picture completely, he told himself. He had already told Clara that he wanted to stay by her side, in any capacity that he could. He would follow her to the ends of all the kingdoms if she wanted him to, that much was certain. He wanted to be there for the times that Nokto wasn’t. And Nokto was king now, so surely he wouldn’t have much time for her as kingly duties would prevent him from doing some things-

No, no, he shouldn’t be thinking like that. That would be opportunistic and he didn’t want to ruin Clara’s reputation as the new queen. Nobles were already trash-talking about her being a commoner (and that made his blood boil just hearing about the rumors second-hand!), so it was best for him to just support her as best he could, no matter he how much he wanted to put those snooty nobles in their place.

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40. Plus [Houki, Thea, Clara]

Happy End of May, everyone!

This one was a bit of a rough one, as I didn't have much inspo for the prompt until like the very last minute and I've got a sneaking suspicion it shows in the writing. Not to say it's bad, maybe more rushed? Or that the idea wasn't completely thought through.

However, I'm reminding myself, that that's really the point of doing these kind of WIP Wednesdays, releasing something regardless of the quality as they're only meant as writing exercises, not polished, just something to get the creative juices flowing, and sometimes getting something down is better than... not doing that.

So, with all that said, lets get into the writing. for this one, we've got:

-Houki dismissing a maid that was being mean to her while Nobunaga happens upon the scene.

-Comte taking Thea to her first ball and he introspects a bit because he likes her passion.

-Rio reflects on Clara's wedding day.

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"Kiniku, you are dismissed." Houki said calmly, the other maids around her gasping in horror.

"…What?" the maid before her, growled.

"You're being petty, Lady Houki."

"On the contrary, I would rather not have such hostility in Lord Nobunaga's castle. My other maids have expressed concerns and they are in agreement that here isn't the best place for you."

"Fancy way to say you don't like me."

"Can't deny what is true."

Houki sighed, closing her eyes as the other maids came to her defense. She held up her arm to stop them.

"That's enough, all of you. Kiniku, please leave this place before I call for the guards to remove you."

"Ha! You think you have power here? Just because your pathetic, weak ass got in with Lord Nobunaga, you think you're so high and mighty! You're nothing but a-"

"L-Lord Nobunaga!" She fell to her knees, her forehead touching the floor.

Nobunaga crossed his arms, a dark scowl marring his eyebrows.

"Your chatelaine has dismissed you. Leave."

"M-my lord! Please reconsider!"

"I have heard more than enough." His carnelian eyes were lit like twin blazes. "Leave my sight before I consider killing you myself, here and now."

"Spare her, my lord." Houki said, deadpan. "It would not be worth your time."

"You-" Kiniku growled.

"I'll leave first to let her gather herself." Houki said. "The rest of you know your duties."

"Speak, Fireball."

"What is there to say? I was merely dismissing a maid as I no longer needed her services. Nothing more."

"She insulted you."

"It wouldn't be the first time someone has insulted me over my appearance, nor is it likely the last time.”

“You sound as though this has happened frequently.”

“In the past, yes. A lady that spends her days reading inspires a surprising amount of jealousy and animosity among her staff, I have found. It’s the strangest thing.”

Nobunaga laughed.

“Only you would see it that way.”

Houki looked at a nearby tree, the branches swaying in the wind.

Nobunaga hummed in agreement.

“You remind me of my younger sister in that way. Physically, she was of no match to any of us. Her strength of will when she wanted something, she was quite formidable.”

“Perhaps she learned from your fortitude?”

“Perhaps. It made her an annoying brat at times.”

Houki thought it best to not comment on that statement.

Comte stepped first out the carriage, his shoes touching the pavement with a soft click. With grace, he turned and held out his hand behind him, holding it out expectantly.

“Ma cherie.” he said, “ready for your first ball?”

A gloved hand took hold of Comte’s, warmth spreading through his fingers. The rustle of fabric soon followed, layers of golden silk and chiffon ruffling against the seat.

“Definitely!” Thea said, stepping down the little steps of the carriage perhaps a little too quickly. “I’m so excited.”

Comte chuckled. “I’m glad.”

“And, thanks for getting me the fabric to make this dress!” She pulled some of her skirt, even the low lights of the night making it shimmer.

“You wear it well. I wouldn’t have been able to tell you were from the future when you’re wearing that dress.”

“Forgive me and my layman’s knowledge, but it’s a little beyond me to be able to tell the difference.”

“It’s actually pretty easy to tell, if you know what to look for.”

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He was glad that she had found her happiness, even if it wasn’t with him.

And, as much as he was loathed to admit it, Rio agreed. The two seemed perfect for one another, in ways that he and Clara weren’t.

#krys's adventures in fanfiction #wip wednesday #ikemen sengoku #ikemen vampire #ikemen prince #ikesen oc #ikevamp oc #ikepri oc #houki of jiyel #nobunaga oda #dorothea reid (oc)#comte de saint germain (ikevamp)#clara laurent (oc)#rio ortiz

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[Repost] Puzzle - Thea x Theo x Arthur

Part of this set of WIP Wednesdays!

This one was a fun one! Need to write Thea and her boys more often!

Pure fluff down below the cute. Content warning for pregnancy explored in this prompt.

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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."

#krys's adventures in fanfiction #wip wednesday #ikemen vampire #ikevamp oc #dorothea reid (oc)#theodorus van gogh (ikevamp)#arthur conan doyle (ikevamp)#cw: pregnancy #this was queued to post on Theo's bday so that's fitting lol

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not-krys · 3 months ago

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May 2025's Theme for the month is:

40. Plus

Full Prompt List Here!

Prompts I've Filled Out Thus Far!

100 Themes Challenge WIPs will be posted on the last Wednesday of every month. For May this year, that is the 28th!

Have fun lovelies!

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[Repost] Puzzle - Abby & Isaac

Part of this set of WIP Wednesdays!

Can't believe I can string two prompts together for once consecutively! This is interesting.

As I said in the compilation, this is a continuation of last month's prompt (tis here but mind the tags and warnings), now featuring Isaac as he checks in on Abby the morning after.

Raw, unedited writing down below the cut. The briefest mentions of past trauma on Abby's part, but the majority of this focuses on Isaac trying his best to cheer up Abby.

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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?

#krys's adventures in fanfiction #wip wednesday #ikemen vampire #ikevamp oc #abigail clarke (oc)#isaac newton (ikevamp)

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[Repost] Puzzle - Clara x Nokto

Part of this set of WIP Wednesdays!

Partially inspired by the recent Easter event, I did Leon's route and thought it was fitting to try and have Clara and Nokto stuck together instead.

Raw, unedited writing below the cut. Fluffy moment between the two of them. The most warning I can give is that Clara considers murdering Clavis (but that's the norm at this point for pretty much everyone, right...?)

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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 prince #ikepri oc #clara laurent (oc)#nokto klein

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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

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

"Adjustment time!"

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

"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?!"

"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.

"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.

"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.