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not-krys · 7 months

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Fictober 2023: The Traveling Adventures of Mr. Fox and Miss Mouse Part 2

Prompt #4: Do You Even Know What This Means?

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Rating: Teen

Characters: Mitsuhide Akechi, 'Miss Mouse' (Fem!Reader Insert using a moniker)

Summary: Detective Mitsuhide is given the task of returning a runaway bride to her husband back East. Miss Mouse, as she's calling herself, refuses to return.

Notes: 1880s America / Historical Travel AU, Fem Reader Insert, so feminine terms will be used to refer to the reader (lady, miss, missy, girl, wife, etc), Mitsuhide also being a manipulative lil shit but what else is new?

Had brainworms for this AU back in February of this year and have now decided to expand upon it for this year's Fictober entry. For the first part of the story, check this link!

Also up on ao3!

And thanks to @bluetri4ngles and @drachonia for beta reading this for me! And I know @lorei-writes was excited about the first part, so here's a part 2, love!

WC: 2487

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He had only closed his eyes for a minute. Mitsuhide had sworn it had only been a minute, but it seemed a minute too long for his liking. Maybe it was the swaying of the train, maybe it was his own fatigue catching up to him–he didn't know what would have caused him to be so unaware–but in the next moment, the sun had dipped behind the flying tree line, the lands out the window seemingly flatter and grassier than when he had departed. He was still sitting in the booth he had sat at with the lady in the purple dress, the girl he was supposed to be bringing back home, but there was no sign of his companion, not even a lingering scent of the lavender she had in her hat.

Well, this wasn't good.

She did have the good grace to cover his food with a napkin (untouched), and a little note thanking him again for the help earlier and letting him know that she was retiring to her cabin for the evening. Even had the audacity to sign it as Miss Mouse with a cute doodle of a mouse in a bustle dress next to her signature. Mitsuhide sighed.

He thought of returning to his own car for the evening, following suit of the lady, but he was stopped by a passing steward who handed him a note. A telegram, rather, with a hushed message.

"201." he said simply, his face strangely stiff, even for a railroad steward.

Mitsuhide raised an eyebrow as the man walked away, pushing up his glasses, seemingly. With a defeated shrug, Mitsuhide looked over the telegram, his white brow now furrowing.

"Husband growing impatient. Bring girl home. Threats of bankruptcy and setting building on fire. Doing best to stall. Please hurry. KB."

"Kyubei," Mitsuhide crumpled the paper in his hand, looking back out at the orange and purple tinged scenery.

"Doing things thousands of miles away is easier said than done, my friend." Mitsuhide closed his eyes and stood up, going back to his cabin to think. He was in for a long ride and Miss Mouse would surely hate him when she learned of his true intentions. A sad thought, to be sure, but there was a reason mice and foxes weren't the best of friends, after all.

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Miss Mouse, rather you, had retired for the evening after leaving your savior, Mr. Fox, behind in the dining car. As much as you had enjoyed his company and that he had saved you from some rough gentlemen that seemed hell-bent on harassing you, you couldn't stay with the dashing Mr. Fox.

Or rather, Mr. Akechi, you thought with a sigh, remembering the sight of his bellflower-stitched holster.

Yes, even word of the white-haired detective had reached your noble circles. A tall man with a deep voice and a grin that was just asking for trouble. You almost couldn't believe that Mr. Akechi, the famous detective, had boarded on a train, the very same train that you were on.

Being rescued by him certainly did a number on your heart, but the reality of the situation soon sank in after you'd had a minute to think.

Mr. Akechi likely wasn't here for a leisurely train ride through the countryside. In all likelihood, he was probably paid to bring you back home, back to that disgusting pig of a man that had swindled you out of your family and their money. You felt your blood boiling at the thought of that man's hands touching yours, and your stomach churning as he smiled a lecherous grin at you.

No, it wouldn't do you any good to waste another thought on the man. You needed to think of a plan, to find some way to escape a detective like Mr. Akechi. It was your only hope if you wanted to keep your freedom.

You sat in the comfy chair in your room, contemplating what to do next. A planned stop was coming within a day or so, you thought. You could slip into the crowd and sneak aboard another train. Although the possibility of getting caught made your heart stutter and cower out in the end.

You could also sneak into the crowd and wait for the train to leave, then just explain to the staff that you had simply missed your train and would wait for the next one. A simple enough excuse and a believable one. You could get lost in the town nearby, say you lost track of the time, and just wait in town for the next available train to take you to California. Mr. Oda would understand, wouldn't he? People get lost traveling by trains all the time, surely?

Although, it would look suspicious if you took your trunk with you into the rail station as if you meant to stay longer and not get back on the train. Would you be willing to risk leaving your belongings to elude the detective? You had heard stories of people losing their way with no belongings and dying out in the great unknown.

Maybe, you thought, perhaps you could buy more supplies in the rail town without it looking suspicious and just leave your original belongings on purpose? People lost luggage all the time anyways, right?

You sighed. Who knew starting your new life in the West was going to require this much of a daring escapade to elude both your suitor and a suave detective?

No, he wasn't that suave. He was here (possibly) to whisk you back home! That took down his handsomeness some. No amount of charm he could exude would persuade you into going back. Not ever.

You looked over at your hat, little lavender springs already starting to wilt. You frowned and stood up, taking the hat into your hands and pulled the sprigs out, setting them aside to press later.

You sat the hat back onto the table and prepared for bed, stripping the purple overdress and petticoats from your body, breathing in deeply.

Rocked by the swaying of the train, you laid in the provided bed, pulling the feathered blanket over your head, hoping to come up with a more solid plan in the morning, and a stronger hope of not seeing a certain white-haired Mr. Fox in the dining car again. Your rescuer could easily transform into your kidnapper and you sincerely hoped that wouldn't be the case. His kindness and wit had warmed you, but warmth had a habit of dissipating if there was a stiff breeze present.

You closed your eyes, hoping against hope that Mr. Fox was just here for a leisurely train ride and nothing more.

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The early morning sun and rumbling stomachs roused the passengers of the westward bound train. Mitsuhide brushed his hair back as he replaced his hat, noting the lessened dark circles around his eyes. Who knew that following a girl across the country would do wonders for his sleep habits?

With a yawn while buttoning up his waistcoat, he headed back to the dining car with a flourish of his jacket, finding you once again, enjoying a light breakfast and, thankfully, no unscrupulous gentlemen around to ruin your meal time.

Well, save for one unscrupulous gentleman, he thought sadly.

You jumped a little as your sudden guest seated himself, golden eyes training on you like a fox that had trapped a little mouse under his paw.

"Good morning, Miss Mouse." Mitsuhide said as he sat across from you, his dangerous grin lighting his face.

"G-good morning, Mr. Fox." you returned, cutting up your eggs with a frown, "I see you are in better spirits than yesterday. Did you have a good sleep?"

"I did, thank you for asking." he said a touch thinly, remembering the state she had left him in yesterday. "I'm heartbroken, however."

"Heartbroken?"

"You left your dear husband to fend for himself in the cold dining car all night. And after such a gallant rescue yesterday, too."

You froze.

"I never said you were my husband. That was you fibbing to make those other gentlem-"

"Yet rumors are already spreading that we are arguing and you sent me here in your anger."

"…Beg your pardon?"

"You left me in the dining car when you were angry with me. The staff and a few married couples looked on in pity. It was quite embarrassing."

"Wait, you really did sleep here all night?" You asked, worriedly.

"Feel my hands, dear, and see how cold they are."

You stared at him, trying to decide if he was telling the truth. You then looked down at his hands, frowning.

"You're wearing gloves."

"Yes, I am. So are you. Quite a mind for detail, Miss."

"Your hands wouldn't be cold if you were wearing gloves." You said, "plus, the passenger cars are all heated through steam. You wouldn't be cold at all."

Mitsuhide smirked.

"Then, perhaps, you could rub my back? The chairs here are quite comfortable for sitting in, but sleeping in them certainly isn't the best idea."

You frowned deeper.

"Teasing, Mouse." he said, "I was only teasing you. I went back to my cabin and slept quite deeply."

You returned to your eggs with a pout.

"Well, Mr. Fox, some of us don't need or appreciate being riled up like that first thing in the morning."

"I was being serious about the rumors, however."

"You and I are not married."

"No, but I did put on such a spectacular show yesterday, so much so that seeing us apart has made others curious."

"Then quell those rumors." You said firmly.

His sly smile made you pause.

"I'm afraid It would be in your best interest if I didn't."

"And why, pray tell, is that?"

"A young, unmarried woman traveling alone is just asking for trouble," Mitsuhide explained. "A married woman traveling with her husband at least has him around to protect her."

"And you're offering to be my husband for my protection?"

"Precisely."

"Why? Why do you want to protect me so badly?"

Mitsuhide paused, seeming caught for a brief moment. His placid look soon returned, however.

"It's in my nature to protect young ladies in distress such as yourself."

You huffed. So, this was how it was going to be?

"I was doing fine."

"Yesterday proved otherwise."

"I was going to ask for help from the steward and have them confined until we get to the next stop. That is, until you intervened."

"And if they escape their confinement after the train reaches the next stop, what then? They could kidnap and have their way with you, whatever their perverted minds were thinking of doing to you once you were alone."

"I-"

You paused, now the one trapped in the logic trap. You had only wanted to escape that horrible match and now… You were alone against a fox dead set on trapping you, the fox not even being the worst of the dangers in front of you, you were beginning to realize.

"Though your bravery in striking out on your own was admirable, you must also understand the world we're in, Miss Mouse." Mitsuhide said. "A woman without a man to support her won't last very long, especially out here in the unknown."

He rested his chin in his palm.

"What I'm offering is protection, so that what happened yesterday won't happen again. Better yet, a worse outcome won't come to pass so long as I'm here."

You looked at him, studying him.

"And if I refuse your protection? If I escape at the next station and flee without you by carriage? By stagecoach? Even by a horse?"

"Trouble much worse than yesterday will find you." Mitsuhide frowned, not the least bit thrilled at the idea of physically chasing you across the vast countryside aside from the comfort of the train. "Even fleeing by your own two legs would leave you at the mercy of the elements along with the evil men trying to catch your tail."

You looked away, not hungry anymore.

"Do you know what all this means, Mouse?"

"I know what it means." You bit back. "And I hate that you're right."

"Hate it and me as much as you want, Miss Mouse. So long as you agree to lie about us being married. It's for your protection, after all."

You sighed in defeat.

"I have half a mind to make you sleep in the dining car again, Mr. Fox."

Mitsuhide chuckled, pushing your plate back towards you.

"So long as you keep being my wife, Miss Mouse. I'll even sleep on the roof if you tell me to."

Much as you didn’t like him in this moment, you still had your standards.

"No, don't sleep on the roof, please. However, as your wife," you shoved the plate towards him this time, "I want you to eat."

Mitsuhide blinked in surprise.

"You didn't finish your dinner yesterday because you were helping me. The steward told me when I arrived here this morning."

"And I remember telling you I lost my sense of taste ages ago."

"Your belly doesn't care about your lack of taste." You pointed your fork at him. "Besides, I can't have my ‘husband’ collapsing from hunger if he's supposed to be protecting me from all the nasty villains that are coming after me. It's the least I can do as your ‘wife’. That’s what you wanted, correct?"

Mitsuhide chuckled after a moment.

"You're kinder than I deserve, little wife."

"I'm not your wife.�� you repeated. “I pity the poor waif that takes your hand someday."

"You and me both." He never pictured himself getting married, however nice a thought it was. He couldn't put someone through his life guilt-free, wouldn’t dream of putting someone through his life, not even his worst of enemies.

Instead, he took his pleasure in eating off your plate, ignoring your pointed scowl as he snatched your fork when your back was turned to order more food. The small domestic atmosphere, though with many more strings running underneath it like the tracks beneath them, it made him smile genuinely inwardly, having the taste of a humble life he would never know otherwise, he felt.

He had been surprised that you remembered him not eating the previous evening and had thought to remedy that, despite knowing who he was, evidently, based on the change in demeanor this morning. You truly were too kind to him, at least suspecting his true intentions and yet still thinking after him enough to remind him to eat.

His true heartbreak would come when he had to take her back home, he thought with a sigh, forced to feed this kind little mouse to a much more despicable creature than him, the thought causing more displeasure and annoyance than it should have.

What was this little mouse doing to him, causing such troublesome thoughts in him?

#fictober #fictober23 #krys's adventure's in fanfiction #ikemen sengoku #mitsuhide akechi #I know that sequels and continuations technically don't count towards fictober #but this was the best I could do for this prompt #I think most new readers could get the basic gist of it #but oh well #whatever gets you writing I say #and hey #it's Mitsuhide's bday #as the resident rule-breaker #he would approve #lol

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krys-loves-otome · 6 months

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Trick or treat! Mostly treat, please!

Mostly a treat, you say? Which means there is a little room for trickery, yes?

And who is better at trickery than dearest Mitsuhide?

A while ago, I made an attempt of using clusters to try and map out my thinking process when it comes to fic writing, so I could try and visually see where ramblings could take me. Here's the IkeSen portion of that (admittedly quite large) clusterfuck of ideas, based on an idea from an old Fictober prompt: You Keep Me Warm

So, based on this image and that Mitsuhide is at the forefront of this idea, let's go have a lil wip!

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The road to recovery wasn't an easy one, Mitsuhide was quick to realize, when he had found you had thrown your blankets off, once again. Even wrapping you as if you were a small caterpillar in the chrysalis did little to deter you. Perhaps he should next seek out midwifes for advice on techniques swaddling fussy infants as clearly his method was lacking. With a sigh, he knelt beside your bed and corrected the sheets, pulling them over your shoulders. It eased his frayed nerves that you were steadily gaining your strength back, thankfully. What he didn't like was discovering your chilled limbs whenever he checked on your during the night. Doubly frustrating was finding other parts clammy with fever. He wiped your brow with a cool, damp cloth. "…Is cold." you whispered hoarsely, shivering. "You'd be warmer if you kept your blankets on." Heavens above, he was turning into Hideyoshi, he thought with a bitter laugh.

Askbox Trick or Treat!

#meme thingys #krys's adventures in fanfiction #ikemen sengoku #mitsuhide akechi #ask box trick or treat #not an angst nor a bedwarmer but a secret third thing #I think that image was originally made last year?#and didn't make much from it #maybe a wip wednesday that originally featured Lancelot but I never got to include him #something to consider for later #lol

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vannminner · 6 years

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I was in 4th grade when I happened upon FanFiction for the first time.

My friend Jacey and I were obsessed with Lord of the Rings. We’d spend hours combing through Aragorn & Arwen ship fics, sending each other our favorite ones. We’d print them out for the bus rides, to and from school, and then of course, for when someone was using the phone or computer at home and we were deprived of our beloved internet.

At 11, I began uploading my own work. A painstaking experience to start, yes, but all part of the journey. I shared my Phil of the Future garbage and Harry Potter one shots. In the end, I was in awe that people out there shared in my passions and inspired me to keep going.

So, I’m in high school now; my freshman year. I’ve turned more writer than reader. My younger brother starts watching Teen Titans and, as the older sibling, I simply can’t be made to watch a cartoon. I’d come into the room and he’d begrudgingly change the channel to something else. (He’s always been attentive to me in that way) But one Saturday morning, with my laptop perched high on my knees, writing away, I told him to leave it on. I spent the entire day watching a TT marathon on Cartoon Network with my brother. Though I told him if he ever told a living soul, I’d kill him. (Oh, how we grow)

I was obsessed by Monday, to say the least. But not knowing enough about the show, I looked to FanFiction for some guidance.

And then I stumbled on Kryalla Orchid and her E’ ara Series. As the Dust Settles had just wrapped up and Orange Coloured Cliffs had just begun. I was enthralled, enamored even. Kry’s writing was brilliant. Her style, impeccable. I was drawn in for the story, but even more so for the inspiration, the guidance, the lessons I still needed to learn as a writer. I followed that series through to its completion. Throughout the years, I kept my eyes peeled for emails. Holidays brought one shots and drabbles and fun. I think I was 20 and in college when the last update came. Wow, had it really been seven years? I was still rereading that series biyearly! It couldn’t have been that long! But it had.

So here I am today, 25 and holding miss @kryallaorchid two novels in my hand. I’ve been so very eager for this since I was an early teen. Words cannot express how proud and how thankful I am for allowing me to take this adventure with you. You are a true inspiration and I can’t wait to give you a whole hearted review.

Thanks for the memories,

-M

Sending you lots of love and hugs!

P.S. I never wrote for TT, if you were wondering. E’ara took my heart and there was no more room in it for other fics, even my own.

#FanFiction stories #FanFiction #FanFiction reflection

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not-krys · 2 days

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[Repost] Do Not Disturb - Clara

Part of this set of WIP Wednesdays

Cute fluff with this one. Nokto is an eepy baby.

Raw, unedited writing, implied nudity and previous 'evening activities' referenced.

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Slivers of dawn peeked through the thick red curtains, waking Clara from her deep slumber. Brushing back her loose hair behind her ear and sitting up, she looked around the silent room. Silent save for the soft breathing beside her.

Ah, right, Nokto had just gotten back home after a longer than normal stay abroad. They both understood the necessities of it, trade and good relations and whatnot. It never stopped the longing and loneliness that accompanied the necessity of being apart, for propriety's and safety's sake. Some places were slow on the uptake of Rhodolite having a new king and not entirely pleased with it. Even fewer were happy with Rhodolite's new queen having commoner roots. So, separation at times was necessary, but the heartache never got any easier. All the worries of if he was getting enough rest or if she was working too hard always plagued them until they could be together again.

They had made up for lost time in the entirety of his absence in a few hours' time of his return, the cool air of the room reminded her as it caressed her bare skin. His eyes bags betrayed his fatigue, now much clearer in the daylight hours. She should have held off, in her heart of hearts she knew she should have for his sake, but should haves don't do much for the now's. And her heart had been just as desperate for him as he had been for her. No regrets but at the same time… some regrets, in hindsight.

With a sigh, Clara put her hands in her hair, pulling it back and twisting it neatly, making her low bun as it was second nature to her. She should get dressed, maybe make a special breakfast for Nokto when he wakes up. He did just get back and he needed the rest, she was sure of that. A morning of undisrupted sleep for the king. That sounded ideal.

When Clara put her hands back onto the bed, intent on getting up to start the day, the touch of another warm, familiar hand, stopped her. Looking back, she saw one ruby red eye cracked open, staring at her.

"It's too early," his voice was hoarse, making Clara smile.

"You can sleep in if you want."

His grip tightened.

"…Just got back."

"All the more reason to sleep in."

"Not without you."

He was pleading with her.

"You missed me that much?" She teased.

"Yes."

"A miracle." she giggled. "Fatigue has made an honest man of you."

"You made me an honest man, get your facts straight."

She laughed again.

#wip wednesday #krys's adventure's in fanfiction #ikemen prince #ikepri oc #clara laurent (oc)#nokto klein

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not-krys · 7 months

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Seasonal Vibes Meme

So, saw a prompt on twitter about what seasonal vibes a character/ship gives off, so I think it'd be a fun question for here and a good writing exercise:

What seasonal vibes does your OC / squish / ship give off? Are they like spring or winter? Can also include not so traditionally thought of seasons, like the rainy season, harvest season, winter/spring thaw, a local holiday season, bug season, etc.

For those that wanna do this too, you can do your OC (fandom or original), or even just your favorite fictional squish at the moment.

For those that wanna do ships, sky's also the limit. MC x canon, OC x canon, canon x canon, selfship x canon, romantic or platonic, doesn't matter, just whatever the seasonal vibe is with a lil blerb as to why that is.

No pressure tagging: @lorei-writes, @kissmetwicekissmedeadly, @scummy-writes, @honeybyte, @batteryrose, @drachonia, @limonzu, @tsundere-mitsuhide, and anyone else that's wants to play.

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Houki/Mitsunari (IkeSen): Spring, Sweet blossoming beginnings. Both are discovering new things around them (Houki quite literally as she's from a different world all together, Mitsunari learning about love and confidence) and while there may be storms along the way, they help each other blossom into themselves.

(plus it doesn't help that @beni-draw-ikemen-please drew them surrounded by cherry blossoms a while back, so I'll always think of them with the springtime vibes)

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Ophelia/Kennyo (IkeSen): Late Winter/Early Spring Thaw. Times of deep turmoil coming to an end so that something new and wonderful can grow. They both have troubling things happen to them in the past, but as time passes, they learn to grow as people and to put the harsh times behind them so they can have hope for the future.

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Thea/Theo/Arthur (IkeVamp): Summer. Time of high heat and fun adventures. They bicker and tease each other a lot of the time, but they never turn down having an adventure together. Whether that adventure consists of solving some small mystery in town, walking hand in hand in hand through an art gallery they helped set up together, or challenging each other in cards or arm wrestling in the gaming room, they never forget that doing it together is the best part of any adventure.

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Abby/Vincent (IkeVamp): Autumn. Change and reflection on the times of the past. Abby goes through a lot changes in her life, Vincent being present for a lot of her later changes, sometimes even triggering them himself. But he always wants to be a part of her life, especially after he lost her the first time, putting a change in him that rippled across all the lives they had connected with before.

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Maddie/Harr (IkeRev): Early Summer. Not as young as they used to be to be like spring, but still want to have the fun they had/didn't have in their youths. Harr is a hardened academic at his core and Maddie is discovering magic for the first time, three decades into her life. They have insatiable curiosity despite not being spring chickens anymore. Their lives are shaped by their pasts yet they still want to explore the world and discover more of its mysteries and wonders.

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Clara/Nokto (IkePri): Rainy Season. The sun after the rain is much more beautiful than the sun before the rain. At first, Clara hated Nokto. She hated him for taking advantage of her and for putting her in situations she felt she had no business being a part of. However, once his masks were washed away, as it were, she saw who he was underneath. How much this man actually cared, about the kingdom and about her despite his wicked ways. How tightly he held her when he opened up about his insecurities, about how much better everyone else was compared to the jester he made himself out to be. How he didn't deserve the ray of sunshine she was, how jealous he was about her open and honest ways. How much he wished he could be like her. And once the rain stopped and the sun came out again, they found the other much more beautiful drenched but smiling. That though they went through some hard times, they still came through the storms to see light again.

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Miri (Obey Me): Spring, She doesn’t have a set suitor yet, but the ones that I have romantically shipped her with (and with all her platonic ships too), she has the aura of spring: sweet, innocent, blossoming love, sometimes a little unpredictable in the newness of everything. She wants to be kind to everyone, even if it sometimes is a detriment to herself. She wants to do right by the three realms, even if that sentiment maybe a little naïve compared to others who have lived through harder times than she has. Yet her newness and fresh outlook has changed some of even the toughest of opponents and has helped heal and soothe even the bloodiest wounds of the past. She's bringing about positive change in a world that doesn't want change but desperately needs it.

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not-krys · 7 months

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Fictober 2023: Birthday Carrots

Prompt #9: I Wouldn't Do That If I Were You

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Rating: Teen

Characters: Nokto Klein, Clara Laurent (OC)

Summary: Clara is making a little treat for her boyfriend and his twin brother's shared birthday. Nokto, her boyfriend, tries to talk her out of adding a certain ingredient.

Notes: Ficlet, It's another 221B! Suggestive towards the end.

WC: 221

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"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Nokto, putting a pale hand on Clara's shoulder to brush back her dark curls, fought to keep his voice steady.

"Why?" Clara ignored him, cutting off the leafy parts of the vegetable in her hand.

Nokto swallowed. "Didn't Sariel tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"That Licht and I hate carrots."

"He did say that." Chop. "But then he said if I didn't add them, I would be given another surprise test for taking today off to make you both presents."

"Clara, please…" Nokto pleaded, wrapping his arm around her, his other hand covering her hand holding the knife.

"It's… it's a family recipe. I can't leave them out."

"Liar." He kissed her neck.

"You won't even notice they're there." Clara shuddered, her grip loosening on the knife.

“Clara.” He said her name again, trailing his hand down her hip.

“... I can’t handle another test, Nokto.”

“I can help you study.”

“...What if he finds out? That I didn’t put in the carrots?”

“You said you wouldn’t be able to notice them?”

“I-If I cut them up really small. Or cook them in brown sugar?”

“I’ll know you put them in.” He nibbled her ear, mewling, “Surely you wouldn’t be so cruel to me? To Licht? On our birthday?”

Clara shuddered, defeated and breathless.

#krys's adventure's in fanfiction #fictober #fictober23 #ikemen prince #nokto klein #ikepri oc #clara laurent (oc)#lil spicy #oh my #also happy bday Nokto!

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not-krys · 5 months

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Fictober 2023: Kitchen Talks

Prompt: #31: It's Not Your Fault

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Rating: General

Characters: Solomon, Miriam "Miri" (OC)

Summary: Miri talks with Solomon about their current situation.

Notes: Obey Me: Nightbringer Spoilers, fluff, comfort, original character, platonic relationship, not beta read.

I'm well aware that Fictober 2023 has already passed, but I didn't get a chance to finish this one in time, but thanks to a different, similarly-themed wip in my 100 Themes challenge, the juices for this one started flowing again and I finally finished it. It might be almost three weeks late, but I'm adding it to my list at the very least.

WC: 1050

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The smell of warm soup floating in the air normally would be a comfort to Miri as she stood in front of the hot stove, but this evening, it was not as soothing as it usually was.

Cocytus Hall was so quiet compared to the House of Lamentation. Solomon tried his best to be a good roommate and mentor for her, but there was only one of him (thankfully) and he generally was a quieter companion compared to her adoptive family. No Beel to stand drooling over her shoulder as Belphie tried his best to pull him back. No Mammon yelling about his next money-making scheme while Lucifer gave him the stink eye in the hallway. No Asmo cooing over his reflection in the pots and pans. No Satan telling everyone to be quiet, that they were all too noisy, while the distant sounds of a video game echoed from Levi's room, a small chirp or groan periodically piercing the monotony of beeps and whirs.

Though anyone else would complain that it was too much noise for any normal person to handle, once it was gone, Miri couldn't help but feel lonely in the quiet kitchen.

She then felt a hand touching her cheek, a white hand that gently wiped away a tear she hadn't noticed was falling.

"I know you like sweet things, Miriam." Solomon said gently, "but a soup made of your tears doesn't sound all that good to me."

Miri wiped her other cheek on her sleeve, sniffling quietly.

"And I thought I banned you from the kitchen. Multiple times."

"How can I refuse the call to help my favorite pupil when she's in distress?"

"How did you even get through the spell on the door? I thought I finally got it right this time."

"You did, don't worry." Solomon smiled, "I just have a knack for getting into places if I try hard enough."

"…Yeah, that's true."

"You didn't have to agree so quickly."

"Just, sit on the stool then, if you want to stay. And don't touch anything."

"Yes, ma'am." Solomon did as told, sitting obediently on the stool near the door.

Soon, silence took over the small kitchen. Miri's pink curls bounced as she moved about, grabbing this spice or that spoon. Solomon watched her carefully, his hands itching to want to help her, despite knowing that she would get mad at him, again, for interfering with their food. He just couldn't help it sometimes. His knee bounced as he sat.

"Simeon told me what happened today at RAD. About how you'd twisted your ankle and that he had healed it after Mammon had held the salve hostage."

Miri froze, looking down at her healed leg, but remembering the events surrounding it.

"… I tried to stop him." She said, "but even after a good scolding, he still wouldn't listen, acting like a petulant child. It was so strange."

"Strange? Mammon normally is petty, if I remember correctly."

"Not like this." Miri turned the heat down under the pot, letting the stew simmer. "Usually after he realizes he's done wrong… well, he won't always openly apologize, but he would try to make things right."

"And… there was something else too." She pulled up her sleeve, showing white marks on her arm, Mammon's pact symbol most prevalent with a golden yellow glow.

"Sometimes, the glow dims, like I'm losing my connection to him." Pulling her sleeve up further, she showed more of her pact tattoos glimmering on her dark skin. All the glows that symbolized her connections to the seven demon brothers had grown dimmer.

"It feels that way with all of them. Like… I'm losing them. And…"

"And?" Solomon asked.

"I felt… weaker. Tired. Not just because of the connections, but… from myself too."

"How so?"

"When I tried to use the stay command, it didn't have as much force as it usually does. And, after the spell had taken hold… I felt.. dizzy."

"Hmm." Solomon frowned, putting a hand under his chin.

"I haven't felt like this when I used magic in a long time. Not since before I put on Lucifer's ring."

"Hmm…" Solomon said again, closing his eyes. "I didn't want to say anything, but if you're already experiencing your powers weakening…"

"My powers… weakening?"

"We're not in our own time, after all." Solomon said, "we don't have the connections we used to in our own time. As a result, since our connections are stretched so far across time rather than in physical space, it's being pulled tighter and tighter the longer we're here, in a place we're not supposed to be. Eventually, it might snap and we'll completely lose our magic, never able to go back 'home'."

A wooden spoon clattered on the floor. Solomon looked up, seeing his apprentice's wide, teary eyes.

"Never… able to go back?" Miri's voice sounded so fragile and tiny, Solomon felt she might break at any second. He stood up, his stool scraping as he wrapped her in his arms, hoping to stop her from falling apart.

"None of this is your fault, Miriam," said Solomon. "We'll find a way to get back to our time and figure out what this Nightbringer wants with you. We still have the majority of our powers left, remember?"

"'We'?" her voice shook, "you mean, you too?!"

" We still have the majority of our powers." he repeated firmly, "we'll figure out a way to get home, back to our own time, before we lose them completely."

He lifted her face to look at him, wiping her eyes with his thumbs.

"And didn't I just say a soup made with your tears wouldn't taste very good?"

"Y-yeah?"

"I meant it. Focus on the things you can control right now. There will be time for tears later. Right now, we need to eat to get our strength up, all right?"

She sniffled. "R-right."

"By the way… I think the soup could-"

She pushed against his chest, away from the stove.

"Touch it and I'll find some way to permanently kill you."

"Haha, my mistake," Solomon chuckled and returned to his stool, crossing his arms with a smile, watching on as his adorable little apprentice went back to making dinner, enjoying as the bounce slowly returned to her steps and her curls.

#fictober23 #fictober #krys's adventure's in fanfiction #shall we date: obey me #obey me #obey me oc #solomon (obey me)#miriam (obey me oc)#fluff

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The Traveling Adventures of Mister Fox and Miss Mouse

Few days ago, I was playing a FMK style ask game with @lorei-writes. One of the choices was who I would take a six hour train journey with. And, after I had given the other two choices some thought, Mitsuhide got the train ride choice. After that, the image of traveling in the old American West with him sparked in my mind.

And I tried my best to steer myself away from thinking too much about that concept bc time and energy levels wouldn't allow to make something completely coherent and complex.

And yet here we are, still thinking about an Old West traveling story with Mitsuhide.

Might as well see where this thought leads us.

Warnings: raw, unedited writing. Haven't done a whole lot of research into the old American West so details are bound to be incorrect. Reader will be referred to with she/her pronouns and other feminine aligning terms (Miss, missy, etc).

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No one has ever said that the life of a detective was ever a glamorous one, especially when a man needed to put food in his belly and a roof over his head. Mitsuhide Akechi was also no stranger to the odd job he didn't care for but needed the cash it provided.

This current job, well, it may have just taken an interesting detour.

Back east, a sleazy gentleman had come to him to find and return his runaway bride, an oil heiress whose family he managed to swindle her out of. He knew this type and, quite frankly, didn't want to take the job because of it, but with the threat of bankruptcy of his business over his head, he had no other choice.

Instead, he took the job of recovering this runaway heiress, finding her trail laughably easy to trace. A common trend of runaway brides had started when the government started offering handouts to whoever wanted to move out west to desert and mountain country, hoping to settle it more with American citizens. Women were especially needed as schoolteachers, so it was his first thought of where he could find his runaway heiress.

Luckily (or unluckily), his hunches were rarely wrong.

He soon found himself on a train bound westward, sitting a few booths down from a young woman with a deep purple bustle dress, her white collar high on her neck and her hat decorated with sprigs of lavender. She matched the description the sleazy gentleman had given him so perfectly, it almost tore his blackened heart that he had found the girl so quickly.

But, he didn't have the time or luxury of moral dilemmas when money was on the line.

He then saw the young woman being boxed in by two other gentlemen, likely either hired by the same sleazy gentleman that had hired him or opportunists seeing a woman alone and sought to take advantage of her. Either way, he wasn't about to have his quarry taken from under his nose, especially not by amateurs.

"Please," he heard her meek voice, trying to be brave in spite of her terror, "m-my husband will be back soon, so please leave."

A perfect opportunity, Mitsuhide thought, as he grabbed the untouched dinner from his table and walked towards them.

"I don't see no diamond ring there, missy," the scoundrel smirked, "you best not be lying to me about no husband-"

"Sorry I'm late, dear." Mitsuhide said, sliding the plate of food in front of her. "The cook was busy with all the orders, and I'm afraid the waiter said they just ran out of your favorite chardonnay."

The girl turned to him, her face still nervous, but glad that someone was helping her.

Her companions, however, were not as pleased.

"Who are you?"

"Why, I'm this wonderful woman's husband." He said cordially. "The meat hadn't been cooked to the way the lady liked it, so I went to get her a fresh one."

His voice dropped lower in the next beat.

"Now, may I ask what business you gentlemen have with my darling wife?"

His hand moved subtly to his belt, brushing back his white overcoat slightly to reveal the holster and pistol at his side. The holster, decorated with stitched bellflowers, gave a not so subtle hint of who he actually was.

The boys paled.

"J-just saying hello, sir."

"Y-yeah, just saying hi, sir. N-not looking for trouble or anything."

"Good," said Mitsuhide with a smirk, "I hope you enjoy the rest of the trip, gentlemen."

The boys moved away from the lady's booth, grumbling but knew when they had been beat. You sigh with relief.

"Thank you, for stepping in."

"No trouble at all, Miss Mouse." he tipped his hat. "They shouldn't be giving you any more problems."

"…'Miss Mouse?'"

"Sorry, just came to mind when I saw you trembling."

You turned your face away, cheeks turning a light pink.

"Is it really that obvious, how nervous I am?"

"A woman travelling alone rightfully has every reason to be fearful." He took the opportunity sit in the seat across from you, giving a small push to his plate of food towards you.

"But, that's your-"

"I lost my sense of taste years ago, Miss Mouse. Complex flavors that are in likely there are wasted on me."

"Still, you need to eat too, Mister…?"

He paused, weighing his options of using his real name or coming up with a fake one on the spot. You would likely figure it out once he seized the opportunity to take you back east regardless, but, luckily (or unluckily), you just giggled and finished your own sentence.

"Mr. Fox."

"Mr. Fox?"

"Yes, if you insist on calling me Miss Mouse, I feel you should be able to take your own medicine, correct?"

Mitsuhide chuckled.

"Very well. Miss Mouse, may I introduce myself as Mr. Fox, a westward-bound traveler seeking opportunity in the wide, wild world?"

You giggled again.

"You introduce yourself well, Mr. Fox. I'm an up and coming teacher moving to the West. The Oda company is hiring in California and with my grant, I'll be ready to start my new life soon!"

A bullet couldn't have hit his heart harder. She was giving him the usual excuse for why runaway brides run from bad marriages these days. His hunch was, unfortunately, becoming more and more correct.

"A teacher? That sounds exciting. All the way out here for a teaching job."

"Y-yes." You turned your face away, looking at the passing scenery. "The Oda company pays well. They're even giving me housing and everything."

"Sounds like you're all set for life, Miss Mouse."

"Yes, yes, I am." Your voice trails off, still paying more attention to the passing scenery.

Mitsuhide turns to look out the window as well, seeing the grassy greenery and pale blue skies passing at a leisurely speed.

#krys's adventure's in fanfiction #ikemen sengoku #mitsuhide akechi #ikesen mitsuhide #old west travel au #may or may not have cracked open cowboy casanova by carrie underwood while writing a good majority of this #bc I had a country phase when I was young #and I still have the biggest soft spot for cowboy casanova #it has nothing to do with this story #but I felt like y'all should know that #damn this has opportunity of getting longer and I hate it #not another long form fic when I'm still trying to finish Second Glance #Mitsuhide coming in once again to steal Hideyoshi's thunder lolololol

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Fictober 2023: Reaching Out

Prompts: #15 (Fine, explain it to me) and #18 (We can’t do this on our own), along with a prompt from my 100 Themes Prompt Challenge, #65: Horror (tho loosely used here)

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Rating: Teen

Characters: Abigail Clarke (OC), Auntie Eliza (OC), Vincent van Gogh (Ikevamp version)

Summary: Abby has worked up the courage to tell her aunt where she has been the past year, having not contacted her family at all since she went on a trip to Paris and had been assumed missing. What would her auntie have to say if her beloved niece told her that she had time-traveled to the 19th century and had stayed in a mansion full of famous historical figures that had been turned into vampires?

Notes: OC lore building, OC x Canon, Spoilers for Vincent’s Route ending (specifically his Dramatic Ending, but here it’s a little vague), Family AU, Fluff (lots of it towards the end), pregnancy, use of Dutch when it is not a language I speak so if any usage is wrong, just know I’m using language blogs and machine translation so some things are bound to be incorrect, not beta-read

WC: 2599

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"Abigail Grace."

Stern eyes stared into Abby's eyes, wrinkles more of a highlight rather than a feature on the older woman's face. Her aunt frowned. "Where have you been? Everyone's been worried about you."

Abby swallowed, her hands raising to her chest, her fingers curling into fists.

"It's… a little hard to explain, Auntie."

"Fine." she sighed. "Explain it to me in a way that's easy to understand."

"…Promise you'll listen to the whole thing? The whole thing?"

"There's more than just… You reappearing after being missing for months--for almost a year--with a man at your arm and a baby in your belly? And you're sure he didn't kidnap you?"

"No! Vincent didn't kidnap me! No one did!"

"Well, as long as we're clear on that…" She held her hand towards her kitchen, pulling out a chair and sitting in it. "You've got some explaining to do."

Abby sat in the opposite chair, placing a hand on her belly and taking a calming breath.

"…It started with the trip to the Louvre. I met a tall, mysterious gentleman there."

"So, you were kidnapped. Then he's the one who-!"

"No! Le Comte didn't kidnap me either! Everyone was nice! There was no coercion or bad intentions on anyone's part!"

"… A gang, then? And you've been sworn to secrecy?"

Both sets of eyes fell to a wooden bat in the corner, full of bent nails and Abby wasn't completely sure it was all red paint that was flaking off it.

"NO!" Abby shouted. "You promised you'd listen to me!"

"You've been missing for a year, Abigail." Her aunt repeated, "You're not the only one who's been on edge."

Abby flushed red, pounding her fists on the table with a loud smack.

"On edge!? I time-traveled to 19th century Paris and lived with a bunch of famous historical figures that had been turned into vampires! And when I finally got back to the present day, I wanted to keep to myself because I knew if anyone found me and I said what happened, they'd explode like this! The only reason I sought you out is because I'm having a baby and Vincent and I don't have the means to take care of him on our own! But looking for help here was clearly a mistake if this is how you're going to treat us! How's that for 'on edge', Auntie!?"

Her aunt had been stunned into silence.

"Hold on a second," she started, "Time travel? Famous historical figures? Vampires?! Abigail, have you lost your mind?"

"It's all true!" Abby clenched her fists, "Vincent is the same Vincent van Gogh! The painter! He painted Starry Night and the Almond Blossoms! Café Terrace at Night! A-and Vase with Fifteen Sunflowers!"

"Abigail, he's not *the* Vincent van Gogh. He died over 130 years ago, let alone did not become a vampire, of all things. Not only that."

Her aunt flicked Abby's ear, making her grit her teeth and shield it with her hand.

"Last I saw, Vincent still had both ears. That's part of his legend, remember?"

Abby stood up abruptly, hot tears pricking her eyes. Her son was kicking frantically, no doubt worried because she was so upset. She turned her back to the woman and grabbed her purse.

"Hey, what are you-"

"I thought I could trust you. Out of everyone, I thought you'd be the one I could turn to if I needed anything. Just like when I was a kid, you always looked out for me. When everyone else either turned their back on me or criticized me for not living up to my parents' standards, you were always there to help me."

Abby felt a hand on her upper arm, red painted nails coming into her peripheral. They were as sharp just as she remembered them, like the claws of a ferocious beast.

"Abigail, baby girl, understand what you're saying." She pulled Abby so they faced each other. "You're telling me that you time-traveled to 19th century Paris and lived with Vincent van Gogh, who was a vampire? Honey, anyone would find that hard to believe."

"But it's the truth! I lived with Vincent and his brother Theo, and-and Arthur, Arthur Conan Doyle! Isaac Newton! I got to draw sometimes with Leonardo da Vinci when he wasn't napping on the floor somewhere in the mansion! Mozart… Mozart was always a little curt, but he's like that with everyone! He always played such beautiful music when Sebastian and I were out hanging laundry! And Napoleon! Napoleon liked to tease me sometimes but he was always one of the first to help if I needed anything!"

"Abigail, calm down." the older woman rubbed her arm. "You've clearly been through something, that much is clear."

Abby sniffled, rubbing her eyes with her other arm.

"And I… I know it all sounds so… so… so ridiculous. But, this isn't something I could make up. There's just…too many specifics for it to be made up, Auntie."

"Yes, famous people being turned into vampires sounds right out of a romance novel my girlfriend Hazel'd love to read."

"You… you have a girlfriend?"

"Three of them. Hazel, Gertrude, and Maud. And yes, I do mean girlfriend in the same sense of feelings you and Vincent share. We're buying some land soon and having a few houses built so that we can all be neighbors. Your dad hates the idea of four old biddies living independently, though. We're retired, he shouldn't care what we do with our lives. Nosey little creatin, hmph!"

Abby shivered at the idea and memory of her father. Auntie smiled apologetically.

"But, to make up for upsetting my favorite niece, how about you take my future house and I'll live with one of the other girls? Free of charge."

Abby froze as her aunt continued.

"And you'll need more help than just a house with a new baby, after all. Gerty has 10 kids and at least 25 grandchildren and three great-grandkids; someone is bound to have some hand-me-downs you can have. Hazel used to be a teacher and has her hands in the local quilters guild and she's always out at a charity shop somewhere. Maud is quiet, but she's a wizard with tools and the most stone-faced driver you've ever seen. You should have seen her when we vacationed in Houston. And New York. And in Shanghai! That broad can drive, ha!"

"A-Auntie… I couldn't…"

"What, you were the one to reach out for help. And I'm giving it to you."

"B-but, Auntie, I couldn't take this much!"

"Don't think too much about it, baby girl." She pulled her into arms, hugging her tightly. "Your Auntie Eliza has always looked out for you, remember?"

Abby nodded, feeling tears in her eyes again but for a different reason.

"And… I'm glad to see you again, kiddo. You really did have all of us worried. Especially me."

Now Auntie Eliza was wiping her eyes, mysteriously not smudging her makeup.

"I wanted to choke your father when he came here, looking for you," she mumbled, "Giving me no answers. Just that you had disappeared in Paris without a trace."

"And, honestly, a phone call… or a letter would have been nice." She pouted. "I would have supported you if you said you'd eloped with a painter in Paris or something!"

"I'm not that adventurous, Auntie." Abby laughed quietly.

"Hmm, I doubt that. More than you're giving yourself credit for, anyway."

"You think so?"

Eliza smirked and pointed at her large belly.

"That certainly proves it."

Abby blushed and looked away, rubbing her belly out of habit. Eliza chuckled and kissed her cheek.

"Now, how about you and I have some tea and you can tell me about your adventures time-traveling and escaping the vampires. I'll have Maud take you back to your place later."

"…Thank you, Auntie."

"Anything, if it's for you, sweetie. I'm glad you're here …and alright. And happy."

The two smiled at each other, feeling like old times whenever Abby visited in her childhood. She felt safe and supported in her aunt's presence again, her strongest lifeline before Vincent came along.

They chatted as Abby told her story, how she time-traveled in Paris, meeting all the famous figures turned vampires, and, most important, how she and Vincent fell for each other, how they were separated and reunited again in the present day.

Auntie Eliza couldn't help but notice how much Abby had grown from her trip to the past (that's what they're calling it now, seeing as Abby wouldn't say anything to the contrary). How the once sullen little girl, afraid of her own shadow, was smiling more and talking excitedly, especially when she was talking about Vincent. Eliza had always been proud of her niece, more than her parents had ever been, but, even as she was being regaled with fantastical tales no one else would believe, she couldn't help but feel the change. A change for the better, in her opinion. When she met with Vincent again, she'd have to remember to thank him for helping Abby come out of her shell and into the woman she was becoming. And if she ever met this le Comte and all the others she met at this mansion she kept talking about, she'd have to thank them too, for helping her too. She put her hand under her chin with a smile, listening to Abby rattle on without a care in the world, glowing happily.

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Vincent sat on the couch of his and Abby's apartment, tapping a pencil in his hand with a sketchbook in his lap. On the page were several scribbled gestures from memory of Abby. Cameras were more advanced in this time and his phone was filled to the brim with pictures of her, of course, but it eased his nerves to sketch her. Messy as his lines were, he could still recognize her face and silhouette.

He should have gone with her, he thought for the hundredth time. He still had nightmares of the day she disappeared behind Comte's door, where he couldn't reach her for three months and a year. What if she disappeared again, he thought with horror. Her and their little son he never got to properly meet? Gone from his reach for good this time?

A small snap brought him back from his spiraling thoughts, broken wood and silvery lead coating his hand. Vincent breathed in and set the sketchbook and the crushed pencil on the couch.

"She will be back," he said softly. "She will be fine. They will both be fine."

He closed his eyes, picturing her perfectly in his mind's eye. Her inquisitive eyes as she watched him paint. The way her hair fell in her face when she was concentrating on something she was working on. Her graceful little hands cupping her belly more and more as she grew with their son. He reached out for her, longing to touch her, unfortunately only finding empty air.

He sighed heavily.

"I'll call her."

He fussed around in his pocket and pulled out his phone, finding her name in his favorites to call.

Before he could press the green call button however, the front door opened, revealing Abby with her hair all over the place and heavy bags in her arms.

"Schatje!" Vincent was quick on his feet, making his way towards her.

Her bags fell to the floor with a loud crash, revealing various baby items and knitted socks spilling everywhere. Before Vincent could react, however, two arms encircled him tightly while his lips were captured much the same way.

After a moment, Abby finally pulled away to catch her breath.

"We have a house, Vincent." she said.

"…What?"

"My auntie, she's… she's giving us a house!"

"Schatje?"

"I-I told her everything and she and her girlfriends are helping us. That's what all this stuff is. A-and there's more coming, too."

"More?"

"We don't have the room for it right now, but--a house, Vincent! We're getting a house!"

Vincent, still partially stunned at the news, could only smile at how happy Abby was. He reached for her cheek, rubbing his thumb against her escaping tears.

"That's wonderful news, Schatje." he said, "I'm so proud of you. See what you can do when you set your mind to things?"

She nodded, leaning into his touch.

"I'm glad things turned out so well."

Vincent pressed his cheek against hers, brushing back her mussy hair and holding her close.

"I'm glad you're back. I missed you."

He rubbed her back, his earlier anxiety evaporated as he was wrapped in her once again.

"I missed you too," she said before giggling, moving one of his hands on her belly. "We missed you."

Vincent laughed, feeling the little kick against his palm.

"And I missed you too, Little Theo. Just as passionate as your Oom."

Abby laughed softly, putting her hand over top his, leaning up to kiss him again. He returned her kiss in kind, pulling her in again, tempted to just sweep her into his arms and love her on the first surface he came across. He only refrained when he could sense her fatigue as she leaned against him.

Instead, he opted to sweep her up and put her in their bed, her squeal of surprise making him laugh again.

"But, Vincent, the bags…"

"We can clean them up later." He rubbed his nose against hers. "I said I missed you, remember?"

"Yes?"

"I'm correcting that now." He set her in the bed and crawled up next to her, pulling her closer.

"A-alright." She put her head on his chest, hearing his racing heart. She laced her hand with his, squeezing it gently. Vincent hummed in approval.

"Welcome back, Schatje."

"I'm glad to be back, my love. Today was a good day."

"Any day I'm with you is a good day."

"Yes, that's true."

Vincent pulled her closer, running his fingers through her hair.

"…Vincent?"

"Hmm?"

"…Ik… Ik hou van jou."

Vincent looked at her blonde head as her fingers curled against his hand, feeling his cheeks warm. He then smiled and kissed her head.

"Ik houd ook van jou. You're getting better."

"T-thank you. I'd like to be able to fully talk to you in Dutch… one day. For Little Theo too."

"You're improving all the time. Have you been practicing the lullaby I taught you?"

"The one about the little sheep? It's so cute. It reminds of Lotte, Sebastian's sheep. I picture her whenever I'm practicing."

"Sing it for me? I want to hear how it sounds."

"…I don't have the pronunciation down quite right yet."

"I'll help you. Please, sing for me?"

Abby still hesitated, burying her face in his chest. Thinking he had pushed too far, he was about to apologize before he heard her soft voice, tentative in her notes and words.

"Slaap, kindje slaap… Daar buiten loop teen schaap…"

"Een schaap met witte voetjes," Vincent joined her when she stumbled, her soon following his lead, "Die drinkt zijn melk zo zeotjes…"

"Slaap, kindje slaap…" Her voice was growing softer, her eyes growing heavier.

"Slaap, Schatje, slaap…" Vincent sang to her, closing his eyes as well. "Slaap Schatje, slaap…"

He soon only heard her soft breathing, his love having indeed fallen asleep. Not that he was too far behind, comforted by her warmth and presence. He only released her hand to turn off the nearby lamp, picking her hand back up again the dark, keeping it close as sleep soon took over him too.

#fictober23 #fictober #krys's adventure's in fanfiction #ikemen vampire #vincent van gogh (ikevamp)#ikevamp oc #abigail clarke (oc)#cw: pregnancy #oc lore building #fluff #dutch used in this fic includes:#oom=uncle #I love you and an I love you too between them #and a dutch lullaby first encouraging the baby to sleep #and then it talks about a little sheep that drinks sweet milk #is cute

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[Repost] Nurture-Houki

Part of this set of WIP Wednesdays

Notes: Incomplete, fluff, pregnancy

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"It… should be …there. I think." Houki looked up at the tall shelf, her quarry a leather-bound book on one of the upper tiers. She tilted her head, mentally judging the distance from her feet on the floor to her desired book, teasing her at the height above her head.

A natural solution to her problem would be to use the nearby stool, logical, something anyone would conclude to do in her situation.

But, she couldn't use the stool to reach for her book. Five months ago, she would have done that without thinking and no one would have batted an eye. Now, however…

She laid a hand on her stomach, staring longingly at her prized book. Even with her layers of kimono and her larger form, there was still the hint of her growing middle that had nothing to do with Lord Masamune's good food and everything to do with those long nights spent in Mitsunari's strong arms. If her mother saw her now, the fit she would throw…

Another thought could be to go and find someone to get the book down for her. Her beloved Mitsunari would've loved to help, as would Lord Hideyoshi or Ranmaru without complaint. Lords Masamune and Mitsuhide would tease her horribly, and Lord Ieyasu would just refuse and walk away. And who asks the lord of the castle to get down a book for them? Certainly not her.

However, Mitsunari and Lord Hideyoshi were away on a mission so she couldn't ask them. She also didn't hear any passing footsteps outside, no servants or maids she could ask about Ranmaru's whereabouts, or for their help in getting the book down.

Unless she was willing to endure the merciless teasing of Lord Mitsuhide or Lord Masamune, she was alone in her endeavor.

She looked at the high shelf once again, putting her hands on her hips.

Well, nothing was ever accomplished without trying, after all, she thought to herself and walked close to the shelf, enough that she was nose to wood to it. She rose to the tips of her toes, using one hand as leverage and balance on the shelf, the other reaching skyward, her fingers just brushing the smooth, cool leather of her desired. Her belly pressed into a few spines and she could hear the crinkling of paper as it was pressed, but still she continued straining her arm for the book, feeling a tenderness developing in her shoulder and neck.

"Just… a little… further!"

She heard a few books hit the floor, but she continued reaching, slipping her fingers under the spine. She pulled herself inches taller by holding onto the shelf frame, lifting her leg behind her as if it would help her.

She blessed the founder of gravity as the book leaned precariously, tilted towards her. Houki smiled, released her grip on the shelf and held her arms out to catch the falling book.

In blessing gravity, however, she forgot to balance herself and she was falling backwards, also a victim of gravity like her book.

"Ah!" she squeaked, stumbling with her book in her arms.

"Careful!" a familiar voice called out, her body soon finding something solid. Not floor solid, but person solid, and strong arms circling her.

When Houki looked up, pushing her glasses up on her nose, she saw a familiar set of violet eyes and gray hair framing them.

"Mitsunari! You're back?"

"Only moments ago." Mitsunari smiled, helping her stand back on her feet. "The campaign was a complete success, so Lord Hideyoshi and I returned early. He's giving the report to Lord Nobunaga now."

"Shouldn't… you also be giving your report to Lord Nobunaga?"

"I couldn't wait to see you, so I asked Lord Hideyoshi if I could give mine later."

He looked at the book in her arms.

"A book of children stories?"

Houki felt her cheeks warming.

"It's… caught my eye for a while, ever since I noticed it a few days prior." She held the book closer to her chest. "It seemed a strange thing to be kept in the archives when it's mostly just inventory, battle histories, and medical texts here, so it made me curious."

"Lord Nobunaga does acquire some strange treasures every now and then." He reached for Houki's hand, locking pinkies with her as he pulled her closer, "perhaps it was misplaced and ended up here?"

"It's possible." Houki nodded, walking alongside Mitsunari, the other slowing his steps for Houki, as was his practice for some time now. "…but I would like read through it first before asking where it's supposed to be returned to."

Mitsunari smiled.

"A little naughty of you, Houki."

Her cheeks warmed again.

"I prefer to call it curiosity."

Mitsunari tightened his pinky on hers affectionately.

"I won't tell if you won't."

"Now whose being the naughty one?"

The two walked pinky in pinky until they reached his room, surrounded by the familiar piles of books and the singular desk by the wall. Mitsunari sat against the opposite wall, pulling Houki into his lap, his chin resting on her shoulder. Houki giggled.

"I'm out of practice when reading aloud, just so you know."

"I love the sound of your voice," Mitsunari replied, his hand cupping her belly, "and I'm sure they will as well."

Houki giggled again, opening the book to the first page.

#krys's adventure's in fanfiction #ikemen sengoku #ikesen oc #mitsunari ishida #houki of jiyel #cw: pregnancy

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Six Sentence Sunday: Nurture

I ran out of time last WIP Wednesday to post my latest in progress thing (I'll post it this coming WIP Wednesday), but it is Maddie's bday soon and I felt bad if I didn't post something for the occasion, so here's the entry for this month's prompt, Maddie edition.

Regular WIP Wednesday warnings apply here today too: Raw, unedited, incomplete writing that cuts off suddenly, original character featured, fluff, Maddie confusing Harr with future tech, etc. I know it says 'six sentence' Sunday, but... obviously, this is longer than six sentences. I don't care, it's Maddie's bday month, she deserves more than six sentences.

My masterlist!

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Most of his life, Harr preferred the quiet. Quiet to study to, bird song at his window, the sound of dip pens scratches filling the silence. The Magic Tower was quiet too, in the areas he worked in, only the occasional hum of magic filling anyone's ears.

Then, there was the loudness to punctuate his quiet days. Sirius's laughter as he patted his back, mostly with more than necessary force. Lancelot's quiet chuckle at Sirius's antics. A festival in Central celebrating the coming spring. Lancelot's booming declaration of war. The screams in the Magic Tower. Loki's cries in the night whenever the rain pounded on the roof. His own cries when he felt the magic burns on his arm and in his eye.

As much as he had preferred his quiet life of scratching pens and song birds, it was one he couldn't go back to, even if he wanted. He absently scratched his arm, the bandaging starting to chafe his scars.

He sighed and stood up, intent on looking for the first aid kit and change his bandages.

Then, his ears picked up on a small sound, not unlike his morning song birds.

"Dearest broom~ Beloved little broom~" he peeked around a corner, spying Maddie with her arms out in front of her, her palms up in a welcoming gesture. Opposite her was a regular, humble broom, bristles made of straw and dry brush with a slightly crooked handle. Maddie's eyes started glowing red.

"Lets sweep up the room, my little broom~"

Harr watched, waiting to see if anything would come of the little magic song. Incantations weren't unheard of in Cradle to use magic by, it just wasn't as common as using magic crystals. Harr had been fascinated by Maddie's magic, a combination of her Alice powers of shielding magic along with this strange knack for making inanimate objects move or lucky just by singing in the object's general direction. He honestly wanted to study it more, but, as Maddie had been living most of her life in the Land of Reason, she didn't have enough of a nurturing environment to develop her powers very far, aside from maybe the rare influence if she concentrated hard enough.

Now, however…

He held his breath, watching as the broom rattled, shaking against the chair it had been leaning against.

"Please, little broom~" Maddie coaxed in a gentle voice, "let's sweep up the room together~"

The broom continued to rattle, as if held by an invisible hand, struggling to pick up the broom.

Maddie took a single step back, moving her hands in a pulling motion, willing the broom to come towards her.

His eye widened as the broom moved forward on it's own. Maddie moved another step back, the broom following her. Maddie grinned pierced ear to pierced ear, a squeak of laughter escaping her.

Her joy didn't last long as the broom stopped, frozen in place, and started to fall. Maddie leaped to catch it before it hit the floor, and sighed. Harr smiled softly and entered the room, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"You're getting better." he said.

"You think so?"

"Yes." he nodded, "you couldn't get it to move at all before."

"I'm getting that much closer to Cradle's version of a roomba." she said quietly but proudly.

"A roo-what?"

"A roomba. It's a self-propelled vacuum that-"

"Vacuum?"

"Ah, a Land of Reason thing." she tried to explain, "It's… like if you combined a broom with a… a rubbish bin! Quite the useful tool."

#krys's adventure's in fanfiction #ikemen revolution #ikerev oc #harr silver #madeline fleming (oc)#wip wednesday #it's not wednesday #but it counts

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WIP Wednesday: I'm Not Alone, and Neither Are You

The original idea for 'Name', but it has more of a focus on Leon and the fourth 'prince's' scenes together.

Regular warnings: raw writing, not edited, more like glorified notes than anything. It had been a while since I had done Leon's route, so some things I'm sure I got wrong, but this is an AU where the original prince has a different gender than was in canon, so I think I have some leeway in making shit up.

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"Prince Leon," a snide voice called to the figure on the bed, startling them as a young boy with black hair and golden eyes was thrown onto the floor.

"Meet… Prince Leon."

The boy on the floor, covered in scratches and bruises, gritted his teeth and looked up at the figure on the bed, seeing the same black hair and golden eyes staring back at him, widened with fright.

Slowly, the child on the bed swallowed their fright, hand on their chest.

"Please be kinder to him," the voice was gentle despite the fright running through them.

"Only what is required of me, little brat." The snide man chuckled, "I'll leave you two to become better acquainted. You'll be spending quite a lot of time together, after all."

With a laugh and a loud slamming door, the man left, leaving the two children that looked like perfect mirrors of each other.

"Umm," the child on the bed said, "I… I'm sorry for all of this. I-I'm sure that Mother has compensated your family for this but I-"

"I don't have a family." the boy said bluntly, making the child on the bed recede further away.

"Oh. Oh, I'm so sorry I-"

"That man picked me up from the quarry for a copper penny. I didn't have a family to begin with. Don't know my parents. No mama or papa to speak of. Nothing but work since I was born."

"So, a slave boy then… I'm sorr-"

"Stop apologizing."

The child stopped, biting their lip and clenching their hands in the white sheets.

"Why are you in bed?" The boy questioned, "it's the middle of the day."

The child touched their chest once again.

"My heart acts funny when I get too excited. It's… it's why you were brought here."

"I dunno how to fix funny hearts."

"Not to fix me. The palace physiker has already tried. You're here… to be me, Leon Dompteur."

"Be Leon Dompteur?"

"You're…. You're going to be my replacement. I'm not supposed to live much longer, because my heart acts funny sometimes. So you were bought to become me."

"Sounds stupid."

"It is." the child sighed, breathing slowly and careful. "But Mother doesn't want the secret getting out about me dying. Or… about my other secret."

"Other secret?"

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[Later, on more friendly terms]

"When we are alone, I would prefer it if you would call me Leona."

"Leona?"

"Yes," she smiled sadly, "Since… well, it won't be my name for much longer, I would like to be called something I feel suits me better. And, Leon is going to be your name from now on, after all."

"You still have some attachment to your old name though. You could go all out and choose a more fantastical as your name."

"I think I like Leona best, since I was called Leon for so long. Something completely different might not register."

"Heh, whatever, Princess Leona."

She smiled.

"What was your name before?"

"Before?" He quirked an eyebrow, "don't know. No one ever gave me a name."

"Then, I'm giving you my name."

"A princess's hand-me-downs. How gracious of you."

"Is there another name you would like to be called then?"

"Not really. I kinda like Leon. Like a lion."

Leona smiled,

"You are very fierce and brave. It suits you."

"Your brother's the one the start the fight. I just had to defend myself."

"He tends to be like that, the few times I've met with him."

"Do you think it's because he's suspicious of me?"

"Chevalier is rather perceptive, it can be frightening sometimes."

"He was fun to fight though. Didn't hold anything back."

"Please be nice to my brothers, Leon. They'll soon be your brothers too, you know."

"You're far too nice when it comes to them. They're you're half-brothers."

"I know," the girl sighed, sipping tea, "I wish I knew all of them better, to not have to hide myself away from them."

Leon frowned.

"Do they know you're actually a girl?"

She shook her head.

"No, they only know of me as the fourth prince. It would not surprise me if Chevalier knew, however."

"Yeah, that guy is scary smart." Leon scratched his head. "Crazy good with a sword too."

#krys's adventure's in fanfiction #wip wednesday #ikemen prince #leon dompteur #devon's headcanons about Leon being a trans ally have lived rent free in my head for a while #thus what lead to the original idea for this fic #fourth prince can be interpreted as either #I think #kinda wish there was more about the transition period of the fourth prince 'transferring' himself into Leon #and how if at all anyone noticed the change between the two #had it in my head at the time that Chevalier noticed #because chev is gonna chev #and attempts to fight Leon #but then there's also a part of me that says Chev wouldn't care about the real fourth prince because he was so sickly that he couldn't do-#much #basically calling him useless #as chev tends to do #but he accepts our Leon slightly more because he fights back #and is not a sickly child #if that makes sense #much as I wanna make Chev play nice #chev does not play nice #ever #lol

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