#krys's adventures in fanfiction | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

not-krys · 4 months

Text

Rating: Teen and Up Pairing: Vincent van Gogh x Abigail Clarke (OC) Summary: Abby anxiously waits for Vincent to come home during a storm. Notes: Original Character, OC x Canon, implied route end spoilers but nothing specific, fluff, pregnancy, lightly suggestive towards the end, implied semi-nudity, wearing your man's shirt like you own it, little bits of Dutch, not beta-read. WC: 1,649

My entry for @aquagirl1978's creator challenge 'A Series of Firsts' using the prompt 'First Child' along with a prompt from my own 100 Theme's Challenge 'In the Storm.'

Check out my masterlist!

Also on ao3!

------------

Abby stood by the window, watching nervously as the rain fell in buckets to the ground below. She curled her fingers in front of her mouth, trying to stop herself from pacing.

She shouldn't have told Vincent about wanting some strawberries. She should have looked out at the weather. She should have stopped Vincent from going out, that she would have been fine going without.

Yet, he still insisted with a gentle tap on her belly.

"Just like your Oom Theo, I see." he had said with a smile.

Now, she was trying not to pace in front of the window waiting for him. He had already been gone half an hour by the time she heard the first crack of thunder. Had he been caught outside in the storm? She hoped not. Yet, it was coming up on the hour and Vincent still hadn't returned. She was worried. He hadn't taken his phone with him as he thought he wasn't going to be gone long enough to need it.

Stepping in front of the window, Abby caught her reflection in the glass, the raindrops quickly sliding down and breaking up her image. She ran her hand down her front, the journey down longer than it used to be. It had been a stormy day like today when she had first told Vincent that she was expecting, she remembered. She had been so scared and nervous then, wondering how Vincent would react, if they were even ready to be parents when they could barely afford to live in their current apartment. There was barely even any room for the crib they had bought second hand next to their bed.

She took a breath to calm herself, gazing at her reflection in the rain-soaked window with her twenty-week belly benignly stretching her shirt.

"You're being silly, Abigail," she said aloud. "Vincent will be home soon. He's probably waiting under an awning for the storm to lighten up. O-or in a shop, maybe. O-or maybe stopped somewhere to sketch something, even in the storm."

She chuckled softly.

"Yes, that does sound like something he would do. No need for all these butterflies in your tummy. He's perfectly fine."

Looking down as she lifted her long shirt, she rubbed her belly.

"Sorry that your mama is so nervous. Must not be much fun for you, sharing space with such a worrisome mama, nervous butterflies and all that."

She sat in a nearby chair, continuing her little massage.

"You've grown so much already, haven't you, little guy?" She smiled. "I can't wait to see what you look like. If you've got your papa's eyes… his nose… O-or maybe you'll take after your Oom Theo instead? Oh, Oom means uncle in Dutch! That's the language your papa speaks and I'm learning it with you as your papa teaches me. A-and your Oom Theo is your papa's little brother. I-I mean his younger brother, he's certainly not little like you are right now."

She looked over at the side table, a small assortment of photos arranged with a framed sonogram picture in the middle.

"He might have acted mean …a lot of the time, always teasing me and calling me hondje, but I know Theo would've loved to meet you. All of the mansion residents would have, I think. You would've had so many uncles looking after you."

The rain pattered against the glass, softer now.

"My family? Sorry, I don't talk about them much. Well… I'm sure that my auntie would love to meet you too. Maybe pinch your cheeks. She did that to me a lot when I was younger. I haven't seen her in a long time, not since I ...came back."

She started to laugh again, but the sound drifted off. Her voice turned somber, hands curling around her belly.

"Your papa and I don't have much," she said, "and I wish we could provide more for you, but I hope that, more than anything, you’ll know that you are very, very much loved."

She looked out at the window again, the room turning quiet once more.

Then, she heard the door opening and heard a few distantly muttered Dutch words. She was on her feet before she knew it and raced towards the door, seeing Vincent soaked from head to toe, his blond locks heavy with rain. He brightened up when he saw her.

"I'm home, schatje." He said warmly.

"Vincent!" Abby said, taking his face into her hands. "You were caught in the storm, weren't you? I'm so sorry."

"It's alright. The green grocer and I got to talking, so I didn't notice how long it had been. He gave me some advice about helping you out since he and his wife have four children already, expecting a fifth one soon."

"F-five children?"

"Yes, five. That's how many siblings I had, actually."

"It.. It sounds like a lot."

"Maybe we can ask him about playdates once our little one is old enough. Their youngest would be around the same age as ours."

"Next time we see him, w-we'll ask him about it." Abby said, brushing back his wet hair. "But you need to dry off first. You're still soaking wet."

"Ahaha, yes." He set his bag in the kitchen, peeling off his wet shirt. He then smiled as he noticed something. "Did you start the laundry before I left?"

Abby's back was turned, looking for some towels for Vincent.

"I started to, but then it started raining, so nothing is dry at the moment."

"So, no clean clothes?" Vincent walked up to her.

"Nothing dry, anyway. I had to hang them in the bathroom so they could-" Abby then realized what she said. "Oh no, there's nothing for you to wear!"

Vincent laughed.

"Well, there was one shirt I could wear, but..." He trailed off.

"But?"

He tugged at her shirt, the hem just a little too long for her, even with her belly noticeable under the fabric.

"You're wearing my last clean shirt."

Abby flushed pink in realization. Vincent chuckled happily as he turned her around.

"Next trip out," he said, still tugging at the shirt hem. "We'll get some more shirts like mine for you to wear, since you like wearing them so much."

"J-just for doing laundry! I can still wear my regular clothes!"

"And around the apartment. And when you sleep sometimes."

"Vincent!"

"I don't mind at all," he laughed. "I think you look cute in my shirts."

Vincent pulled in closer, the scent of the rain enveloping her as his hand pressed on her belly.

"I missed you two, when I was out."

Abby smiled, holding his hand in place despite the damp spot it was creating.

"We missed you too. And I was worried.. when I heard the thunder start."

He leaned in and kissed her, droplets sliding onto her face and tickling her.

"Sorry for worrying you. It's not good to let you fret so much, schatje, especially with all these butterflies in your tummy."

"I know but I can't-" she paused, putting Vincent's hand back where it was. "You… you can feel this too? I-I thought it was just me being anxious but…"

"Abby?"

"M-maybe it's not me, but I've… I've felt this when I started talking to him earlier, t-to calm myself and-!"

Both of their eyes widened, having felt the same thing.

"He kicked…" Abby said.

"Our baby's kicking." Vincent echoed her.

"Our baby…" Abby repeated, looking up at Vincent.

He enveloped her in a tight hug, a squeak escaping her.

"Vincent! Now your last shirt is wet too!"

"Ahaha, sorry, just… our son is kicking! Kicking!"

"He is.." Abby said with a smile, not caring anymore that she's wet too. "He's kicking, Vincent."

He kissed her again, harder this time, his clammy hands rubbing over her.

"Vi-Vincent…"

"Oh, I did get my last shirt wet, didn't I?"

His chilled hands slipped under her shirt, making her jump as he pressed into her warm skin.

"You're so cold!"

"And you’re very warm, schatje."

He lifted the fabric higher, pulling it over and off of her, revealing her fully to him.

"Y-you should still get dried off first…"

"If I can keep touching you, you can dry me off. Our son is kicking, I don't want to miss this."

His cold hands pressed on her bare belly again, making her jump and shiver.

"But, I need to get you a towel…"

"Use my shirt."

"Vincent-"

He touched her again, his normally gentle blue eyes darker with need.

"Please."

Abby sighed and started to rub his hair with his shirt, humming as she got into her task.

Soon, Vincent’s hands warmed up as he looked at her, glowing with happiness. The rain had stopped outside, a little rainbow breaking through the dark clouds, illuminating the couple with warm sunlight through the window. Once Abby was done drying his hair, Vincent laid his head on her shoulder, looking down at her semi-bared form.

“Thank you,” he said quietly. “Do you still feel him kicking?”

“He’s calmed down, I think. Maybe he tired himself out?”

“Maybe.” He ran his fingers down her belly one last time, stopping when he felt it rumbling.

Abby flushed red and looked away.

“I… remembered that you’d brought home the strawberries I wanted.”

Vincent laughed and kissed her cheek.

“Well, now you both can have some strawberries, to get your strengths back up.”

“But, neither of us are wearing shirts. Nor do we have anything clean or dry to wear.”

“Easier clean up, schatje.”

“J-just be sure that the door’s locked. I don’t want the neighbors to see us like this.”

“Ja.”

Abby’s face was still red as Vincent pulled away, noting that his pants were still wet as he walked away, but felt redder at the thought of bringing it up and stayed silent with a sigh.

#series of firsts ccc #krys's adventures in fanfiction #ikemen vampire #ikevamp oc #vincent van gogh (ikevamp)#abigail clarke (oc)#cw: pregnancy #fluff #I managed to squeeze this one out just as the year is about to end #lol

36 notes · View notes

krys-loves-otome · 6 months

Note

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!

----

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

23 notes · View notes

vannminner · 6 years

Photo

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

46 notes · View notes

krys-imeteri-hikari · 8 years

Text

List the first paragraph of your last 10 fics (and see if you find any patterns)

Would Manager Princess count as 4 separate entries, since they're all one-shots?

No, that's cheating?

Okay, then.

Inspired by @newartbynewgeorge‘s post

Please note, the ones that say 'working title' are the unfinished works and have not been posted anywhere as of yet. These are the little tastes for future stuff. I also tried to stay away from the anon requests, just keeping to my own original ideas and prompts. The only exception is #6, the only Arc V 30 Days challenge entry on this list, as all of them, plus the anon requests, would fill this list up pretty quickly :'D

------Haikyuu!!----------

1) Manager Princess (Various Seijoh Members x Fem!Reader) On AO3 and Wattpad!

There are some days you wonder why certain things happen to you. Was it karma? Pure dumb luck? Destiny?

No, most definitely not.

So, why was it that your back was against the shoe lockers this early morning, three girls surrounding you in a tight formation, all eying you with a fierce look?

2) Manager Princess, After Hours [Iwaizumi Hajime] (Iwaizumi Hajime x Fem!Reader) (NSFW) On AO3!

He was tired, that much was obvious. Even from here, you could see his tense shoulders, his slacked posture, and his dragging feet. All of that didn't stop you from going towards him, however, and taking his face in both of your hands, rubbing your thumbs against his cheekbones and feeling the beginnings of prickly stubble. He smiles tiredly, closing his dark eyes and relishes in your soft touch. You stand up straighter, kissing him lightly with a gentle smile. Of course, this close, you could still smell the smokiness in his hair.

3) The Safeword is Volleyball (working title) (Sugawara Koushi x Fem!Reader) (NSFW)

"I've heard he's an exceptional lover," was always buzzing in your work space whenever your husband came with you to work to drop you off or pick you up. Your coworkers were jealous of you and your (admittedly quite attractive) husband. But it wasn't just his handsome face that got to them.

4) Manager Princess, After Hours [Oikawa Tooru] (working title) (Oikawa Tooru x Fem!Reader) (NSFW)

It was always an adventure sleeping with Oikawa Tooru.

You never knew just how you were going to wake up in the morning. Would it be his hands in your hair, gently giving you forehead kisses while your head rested on his chest? Would you be spooning as he held you tightly in his arms, his nose in your hair, lazily tracing patterns on your body? Or would you be apart from each other, sprawled and tangled with no hope of freedom, sometimes with an added bonus of a smack to the face and light snores. Damn him and his longer arms and bigger hands.

5) Cats in the Cradle (working title) (Various Nekoma Members x Fem!Reader)

He was more afraid of you, you were surprised to discover, than you were of him. It was infamous amongst your class, about a boy that just refused to approach a classroom if the majority of the students inside were female. And now you were turning in your club activities application to him, stating your intentions of wanting the manager position.

Wait, was he crying?

-----Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc V--------

6) Arc V 30 Days, Round 2, Day 2 "Yesterday" On tumblr!

It almost felt like a dream, seeing his name on that sheet of paper. He had finally been accepted into the Duel Academy, after working so hard to get his grades up. He almost didn’t want to move. Ruri had no such trouble however, practically screaming in his ear and hugging him so tightly. She was so proud of him, especially now that he was living his dream. Shun couldn’t help but give her a small smile in return. He felt proud too. He was finally on the road to becoming a Pro Duelist. He should be jumping for joy, yelling loud enough to alert the neighbors.

7) Come Home, Baby (working title) (Yuuto x Ruri) (NSFW)

Everything was quiet across Heartland City. Academia had been long gone for a while now, almost five years now. Yet, as much as many of them wanted to forget about Academia and its tyranny, there was still the lingering smell of ash and decay that still wouldn't leave the darker parts of the city, no matter how hard they tried to repair things.

8) Serena's Adventures in Xyz Land On tumblr!

The Professor had repeatedly told her no to her about going to the front lines. They were going to invade the Xyz Dimension, a world full of warriors and soldiers, Serena could feel the excitement inside of her bubbling up. Oh, how much she wanted to prove to the Professor that she could fight too. She had already defeated all of her teachers, so why shouldn’t she go to the front lines too?

She wasn’t ready yet, the Professor had told her, repeatedly.

Well, Serena wasn’t having any of that.

9) The Misadventures of Ruri Kurosaki and Her Traveling Band of Emo Doves On tumblr, AO3, and FFN!

It feels so weird, using a pen and paper to do something like this. I didn’t even know stuff like this existed anymore. I never was big on writing in a diary or anything before, but…

Well, it’s a pass time, anyway. And it beats staring at rubble all day. And some junk about preserving history or whatever for someone to read this should it be found if I leave it somewhere or whatever. Blah Blah Blah.

10) Super Step-Siblings Shun and Ruri On tumblr!

His mother had been nervous when she had entered the ‘dating scene’ again, especially when they found out she had a seven year old son. Why would a guy want a gal that already had a kid? Not to mention Shun was quite a force on his own, making it known, loudly, when he didn’t approve of the guy. It was sweet that Shun thought the world of her, and was quite protective, but really…

He was only seven. There was only so much he could do. And he still had a lot of growing up to do, and there were things that she didn’t feel she could teach him about.

#Krys's writing blog #Krys Writes YGO #arc v #haikyuu #Krys's Adventures in Fanfiction #I know I did more than one paragraph for some of them #but some of them were just one line #and I couldn't just leave it like that #This way I'm giving more of a summary than just the first paragraph #:'D #side note: Cats in the Cradle is the working title for the Nekoma boys #but I'm tempted to call it's 'After Hours' series 'Cats in the Sack' and not feel the least bit ashamed about it #And I want to do one for Fukurodani and Dateko #but I only know Bokuto Akaashi and Aone well enough to write them #still need to work on getting to know the others like Futakuchi and Koganegawa #Don't even get me started on Shiratorizawa's boys #or party boy Terushima #oi >>;#also #this reminds me to work on my arc v stuff too oy vey

2 notes · View notes

not-krys · 5 months

Text

WIP Wednesday: Nobububu Version 2.0

A more edited version of this post, but still couldn't think of a way to end it, so back to the WIP pile it goes.

Raw writing, some editing but not much, pregnancy, Nobunaga being precious

-----

Seven and a half months and one day down, one and a half months and one night to go, you thought to yourself.

Too bad one of your sleeping companions wasn't in the mood for shut-eye, as proven by the brutal, merciless little kicks in your tummy. As if you needed anymore evidence you were indeed carrying Nobunaga's child.

With a tired sigh, you pushed off the warm blankets and greeted the cold night air with a grumble. It was only for another month and a half. Another month and a half and then you'd hold your little kicking alien in your arms, powerless against your lower ribs and organs as they so intently seemed to be fighting.

Before standing up, however, a hand shot out from beneath the covers, the grip like iron, keeping you seated on the futon. An incredulous carnelian eye peeked up from his black sleeve, his questions evident even with that single glance.

You sighed with a smile.

"Your child has inherited your bad sleeping habits."

The devil king, Nobunaga, sat up fully, opening up both his eyes. His initial frown, however, slipped into a small grin.

"Our child," he corrected, "they make bold claims against me, even before leaving the safety of the womb."

He stood up with a light grunt and pulled you to your feet. "Claiming the territory of your lap from under my nose, and now they seek to steal you away in my sleep?"

He was more amused than angry, however.

"As if this… this big belly has stopped you from enjoying your claims!" You playfully scoffed.

"Their contributions to my territories has proven to be a boon," He wrapped his arm around your back, his other hand grasping yours, keeping you steady and secure, "so I shall concede to a temporary truce of you, for the time being."

You leaned into him, drawing on his strength and warmth.

"Once around the tenshu should be enough."

Nobunaga minded his pace for you, making his steps small, like he was gliding slowly across the floor. It made you a little jealous, how he could move so easily while the best you could do was waddle like a duck around a rocky lake shore.

After the proposed single round, the little kicks had refused to calm. You sighed.

"I could carry you," Nobunaga proposed, keeping his arm around you.

"I need to be the one moving," you said, taking another step forward. "They calm down during the day when I'm moving. Probably something to do about the motion soothes them."

"I could rock you as I carry you." He offered.

"…I'm not a baby."

"You are carrying ours, however. It stands to reason that by rocking you, I am also rocking our child."

You looked at him, blinking and trying to process what he was saying.

Then, you had an idea.

"Actually, I think I want to try another thing."

Turning into him, you move his arms to surround your middle, while your hands found the back of his neck, his eyes lighting with curiosity. After a beat, you sway to one side, Nobunaga quick to catch you, only to be confused as you swayed in the opposite direction, again, moving to correct the both of you.

"What is this, Fireball?"

"Slow dancing."

"Slow dancing?"

"Mhmm." You laid your head against his chest. "My parents… they used to dance like this. Nothing fancy to it, just holding each other and swaying."

He seemed to get the idea after a moment, resting his cheek on top of your head. His fingers, callused and rough, traced your jawline.

"I find this kind of dancing pleasurable," He said with a smirk. "Show it to me again, when our child is born, when I can hold you closer."

"All right," you said.

#krys's adventures in fanfiction #wip wednesday #ikemen sengoku #nobunaga oda #cw: pregnancy #fluff

19 notes · View notes

not-krys · 1 month

Text

[Repost] Creation - Abby

Part of this set of WIP Wednesday

Wanted to put this batch out once the main post posted in time for Vincent's birthday, so here's this one again!

Raw, unedited writing, Vincent pushing away Leonardo's hand made me feel a certain way during my run of Vincent's route and now I'm writing that 'certain way' feel out, mostly fluff otherwise, Leonardo does say cavolo tho, if that's a warning.

-----

Leonardo stood in the doorway of Vincent's room, sunlight pouring into the room, but there was something else in the room that could rival the sun in brightness and warmth.

Vincent's back was to him, his apron tied loosely around his torso. His feet were planted firmly on the floor as he sat on his stool. And if that had been the only thing of note, he might have left, to leave a fellow artist to his creation devices.

But the second set of feet, dangling between Vincent's, and a smaller hand holding onto a paintbrush in his, had the older vampire smiling with affection.

He remembered the day he had found Abby struggling to make her lines looser and how he had given her some tips, as an artist, but also to help with her general demeanor. Scrunched up like a nervous kitten wouldn't help her in the long run and he had hoped the message got across when he was teaching her.

Now, it seemed it was Vincent's turn to help her, much closer to her than he had been, sitting in his lap. Both of them were growing bolder, he thought. A natural process for Abby as she was overcoming her timidity, but she wasn't the only one growing bold. Leonardo looked at his hand, remembering when he had attempted to pat her head, something he had done countless times to encourage the little cara before, only for Vincent's hand to stop him, pushing him away from her not unlike a lover would protect his love from unwarranted advances.

He chuckled and pushed away from the door frame, closing the door fully behind him. He also couldn't help but see Vincent's hand tightening on Abby's thigh, a blue eye briefly glancing directly at him for a split second before returning his attention back to the painting session.

Even for all of his long life, Leonardo felt the briefest of chills from that single look and started walking away, lighting his cigarillo as he walked away.

"Cavolo…" he whispered, shaking his shoulders of their tension.

#krys's adventures in fanfiction #wip wednesday #ikemen vampire #leonardo da vinci (ikevamp)#vincent van gogh (ikevamp)#abigail clarke (oc)#repost queue #creation both in the sense that abbygail and vincent are making art together #that leonardo had previously started creating confidence for her #but also the creation of more emotions in Vincent #esp certain ones #if only this had been explored more in route damn it #;;

9 notes · View notes

not-krys · 6 months

Text

WIP Wednesday: Perfect Strangers

I had wanted to do this for Fictober this year, but couldn't finish it in time for Comte's bday.

However, since his bday falls on a Wednesday this year, this month's WIP Wednesday will be that WIP instead of my usual fare of putting my OCs into situations.

Normal warnings apply: Raw, unfinished writing, based on the Perfect Strangers AU event

Check out my masterlist!

-----------

"Your eyes are wandering again, Monsieur."

Comte, shaken out of his reverie, turned back to the lady at the table as she sipped her lemonade. The lady that was going to be his fiancée, he thought with a sigh.

"She's on an errand in town." The lady giggled. "If you stay until evening, you're bound to catch a glance of her before you leave."

"Mademoiselle, forgive my rudeness. It seems my attention lingers elsewhere this afternoon."

"As well as every other time you've visited the manor. If I didn't know any better, I would believe you seek the eye of someone else in this household. My lady maid, perhaps?"

Comte paused, caught red-handed, but she seemed to hold only amusement in her gaze.

"You're not exactly subtle about it, sir."

"…Again, I must ask for your forgiveness-"

"No need. She has a tender heart. It catches your attention in a way nothing else does. Trust me, I understand."

"You do?"

"She's been like an older sister to me for as long as I've known her. And she is easy on the eyes."

"Mademoiselle, I didn't mean-"

"Again, you overestimate your ability to be inconspicuous, especially when it comes to her. It's quite charming."

She folded her hands, resting her chin on their bridge.

"Anyway, we are alone right now, so I would like to discuss some things with you, without the prying ears of my parents and to spare the feelings of my dear maid."

"Yes." Comte cleared his throat. "The venue, perhaps? I have a list of locations that would be-"

"I want to call off the marriage."

"…Pardon?"

"I want to call it off."

"…Mademoiselle?"

"Just as your eyes search for a soul that isn't here at present, I'm afraid I'm just as preoccupied. A lovely baker's daughter in town. My parents would never approve."

"So, we are in the same boat?"

"Loving another when we are supposed to be loving each other? Precisely."

Comte looked down, thinking about their predicament.

"It's the reason I called you here, le Comte." said the lady, "I want to give you my blessing to court my maid, but, circumstances being what they are, we are at an impasse."

She pushed her empty glass aside and pushed forward an envelope.

"However, what's in this envelope might be the solution to our problem."

"What's this?"

"Documents pertaining to my dear maid. How she came into my family's service when she was a young girl. The articles are only part of the story, I'm afraid. I was caught before I could complete my investigation and was reprimanded for digging in places I shouldn't have. Which is why I'm handing them over to you. To finish what I couldn't."

Comte opened the envelope, taking out the old papers with care. Some were ledger copies from the house when the lady was in her infancy, inventory mostly, employment papers, and, oddly enough, what seemed to be personal letters to the lady's father addressed from a person with a woman's name. It wasn't the lady's mother's name either. Comte frowned.

"Specifically, that name mentioned in Father's letters comes up a few times. I would like to find out who she is… or was, if my hunch is correct."

"And if your hunch is correct?"

"Then both of us will get what we want, with some arm twisting along the way."

Now it was Comte's turn to look amused.

"You would do anything for her, wouldn't you?"

"And you wouldn't? After searching for her all this time?"

"I would take down all the stars in the sky and place them in her hands if it would make her smile."

"Good answer." The lady stood up. "I wish you luck in the investigation. Pray that you have more luck than I have been having."

She walked towards the door.

"And, I would appreciate it if you would keep this a secret from [Name]. At least until you finish the search."

"I will. And thank you, mademoiselle."

She smiled.

"I want her to be happy, just as you undoubtedly do. Make her happy, Monsieur, as I know where Father keeps his rifles and his keys."

"…You are quite frightening when you want to be, dear."

"Only when I need to be." She blew him a cheeky kiss and stepped out the room to get more lemonade.

-----

Another month had passed before Comte returned to the little mansion on the hill, hearing the excited, bubbly voice of the lady that had once been his fiancée. She was telling someone with a soft voice about how she wasn't engaged anymore. The gasp of horror from his beloved's lips, while it pulled at his heartstrings to hear her heart ache for her mistress and friend, he also couldn't help but feel proud of his accomplishment.

He had turned around a marriage proposal once aimed at his beloved's mistress now it was a promise he wanted to give to his true beloved, the sweet maid he had danced with once upon a time.

#krys's adventures in fanfiction #wip wednesday #ikemen vampire #comte de saint germain (ikevamp)#wish I could have finished this one #oh well #Comte fics seem to come every other year for me #esp during fictober times #maybe next year I'll give him a proper fic #lol

19 notes · View notes

not-krys · 2 months

Text

[Repost] Hold My Hand - Thea

Part of this set of WIP Wednesdays

Raw, unedited writing, Introvert vs Extrovert, Thea does cuss someone out in French (which is machine translation, so if it's wrong, sorry, not my fault)

------

"Thanks for coming out with me today, Isaac." Thea smiled back at her companion, "I really appreciate it."

Isaac looked down at the street, unsuccessfully at hiding the pink on his cheeks.

"Sebas was busy with chores today, so he couldn't come. And Theo's always busy with selling paintings." She chattered away. "So, thanks again. I don't think we've really had a chance to spend time together yet, have we?"

Isaac said nothing. Thea only grinned more.

"Let see. We ordered Leonardo's cigarillos and some more fruit to be delivered later. We got the different brands of blue inks for Mozart and Arthur, since they like using blue ink in their work, but not the same one at Mozart's insistence. It's a little silly, if you think about it, all this fuss over different brands of ink. Not even the same specific brands each time either. One time I got them mixed up and neither of them seemed to notice. It was kind of funny, when I told Sebas about it."

"You…" Isaac mumbled.

"Hm?" Thea stopped and looked back at Isaac, the blush stronger on his face.

"You… talk a lot."

Thea laughed softly.

"Sorry, forgot you're not much for talking." She put her hand on her hip. "If it bothers you, just tell me to shut my pie hole. No hard feelings on my part, I know I talk a lot. My dad Liam complained about my chattering all the time. Only for Papa Beni to swoop in and starting chatting with me too, just to get on Liam's nerves."

"Dad? Papa?"

"They're my fathers. Well, they took in my mom and me when we had nowhere else to go. They're not my dads in the biological sense. just practically raised me from the ground up. They were all friends when they were young, my mom, Liam and Beni. They refused to let their friend be homeless."

"They… they sound nice."

"I wish you could meet them." She smiled, "Well, if they can get over me time-travelling to the past and meeting famous figures of the past that have been turned into vampires first."

Isaac didn't say anything, letting the freckled girl chatter on as much as her heart desired. He didn't like that she prattled on so much, but he knew he wasn't great at starting conversations (or keeping them going, really), so really, the fact that she didn't seem bothered by him being quiet at all was both relieving and a little unnerving. Not that she ever ignored him, she was attentive when he had something to say, but still, he should be contributing to the conversation more, surely?

The crowds were getting denser, Isaac noticed. Thea was tall, but it didn't bode well if he lost her in the crowd. Would Theo come after him if he lost her? Would Arthur? The thought irritated him.

He then heard the sound of screams of horses and fast spinning wheels. Of course, someone was speeding through the street when there was high foot traffic-!

Isaac reached out thoughtlessly, grabbing a hold of Thea's warm hand, just as the careening carriage turned the corner, narrowly missing the girl, thankfully only blowing back her hat. She whipped her head around, looking angry at the fleeing vehicle.

"Hey! Slow down, asshole! Il y a des gens qui marchent ici, connard!"

Isaac flushed pink, embarrassed.

"Honestly," Thea huffed, "the nerve of some people! It's only gonna get worse when cars start getting mass-manufactured. Man…"

Isaac was still too stunned to speak, looking stupefied at their still joined hands.

#krys's adventures in fanfiction #wip wednesday #ikemen vampire #ikevamp oc #isaac newton (ikevamp)#dorothea reid (oc)#repost queue

9 notes · View notes

not-krys · 4 months

Text

WIP Wednesday: Sugar and Spice and ...?-NSFW

Final WIP Wednesday for 2023! Whoo! Ending on a strong note, I think!

This little nugget was inspired by both my disappointment in the Bride of the Vampire Event and the (more satisfying to me personally) Home Sweet Home Event and I sort of put the two together, with a spicy twist. Maybe later on I'll try to explore more of this universe bc I like this AU and would like to do some more in the future, but for now, this is what I've got thus far.

Notes: Raw, unedited writing, unfinished (cuts off at the last part bc I ran out of steam), threesome relationship, afab reader addressed with feminine pronouns (she, her, etc), pregnant reader, breeding, use of French and Italian when I know neither language so some usage is bound to be wrong, I've tried my best with language blogs and machine translation, Comte and Leo flirting (yes, that is a warning).

Have a good rest of the year and I hope to see all you lovelies in 2024!

------------

"Hey, Comte." Leonardo said to him one morning, "let's make a bet."

"Hmm. What kind of bet?"

"Who do you think [Name]'s kid will resemble more, you or me?"

Comte set down the newspaper he was reading, his fingers steepling.

"We've had her so many times since that first time, it's up to fate as to who her body accepted at this point. Assuming one of us didn't cheat and had some extra time with her, it should be about equal."

"Cheat? Definitely didn't do that a time or two. Nope."

"Of course, you didn't. Just as much as I didn't as well."

"Of course not."

The knowing smiles they gave each other conveyed neither their innocence or their guilt.

"Well, I was the first to take her, so the odds are in my favor." Comte smirked.

"Still haven't forgiven you for that, you know."

"You stole her first kiss. You know better than anyone that I wouldn't let a transgression like that stand for long."

"Heh, didn't peg you for the petty jealous type."

Comte sipped some of his morning tea, a floral scent wafting in the air.

"We share a wonderful, beautiful wife now, Leonardo." he paused, "but seeing her with another man, even if it's you… it seems my claws come out on their own."

Leonardo laughed.

"The feeling's mutual. Cara mia loves both of us, but can't help but want to pull her into my arms and whisk her away when you're being sweet on her."

"Try it and I really will sink my claws into you."

"Attaccati al cazzo, bastardo."

"En fait," Comte shrugged with a smirk. "je préfère baiser ma femme que toi."

Leonardo growled, reaching out across the table.

"Oh, good morning, you two!" a voice called out in the doorway, a sweet scent tickling the noses of the two vampires. Leonardo pulled his hand back.

"Bonjour, ma cherie." Comte said with a smile, holding his hand out towards you.

"Ciao, bella." Leonardo said, standing up.

Once you were close enough to take his hand, Comte kissed your fingers reverently while Leonardo wrapped an arm around your shoulders, his lips taking a gentle nip at your cheek. You giggled.

"How are you feeling?" Comte asked, still holding onto your hand.

"Better, thank you. Still a little tired though."

"It's to be expected." Comte reached out his free hand, brushing your hair back with his long, graceful fingers. "but you do have a healthy glow about you. That's a good sign."

Leonardo's large hand also slid down your form, pressing it just under your belly, as if weighing it against his palm. "Hmm, still flat."

"It's barely been four months." You said.

"And here I was hoping you'd be stealing my clothes by now. Well, more than you already do."

"Leo!"

"No, there's some change. I'm sure of it." Comte interjected, also putting his hand on your belly, as if measuring you like Leonardo had.

"It's okay, Comte," you said gently, "it's still early so you don't have to-"

"I can see it, cherie." Comte reassured you with a smile. "in fact, I think I can see it right… here!"

Without further warning, his fingers danced on your belly, making you laugh and try to step back.

"H-hey! That tickles!"

You had forgotten, however, that Leonardo still held your shoulders.

"Actually, Comte's right." he grinned mischievously, "I think I did feel a little something… here!"

His fingers-rough, calloused, and warm- tickled under your belly, making you laugh harder.

"No fair! You're ganging up on me!"

"Maybe you'll grow faster if we tickle you enough," Leonardo teased.

"That's not how that works-!"

Leonardo's fingers had sank down further, the thin linen of your nightgown the only thing between you and his digits. He smirked.

"Forget something, cara mia?"

You looked away, biting your lip.

"…It was your fault." You said. "Both of you."

It was Comte's turn to smirk.

"We did make a mess of you last night, didn't we?"

The twin bite marks on your neck sung, making you shift against Leonardo's fingers. You shuddered at the memory.

"Couldn't help ourselves." said Leonardo, rubbing his index finger up and down. "Hearing you scream so sweetly…"

"Melting under our touch," Comte reached up for your jaw, caressing it. "Every part of you flushed and glowing."

His fingers traced a line down your body, feather-like touches falling down your collarbone, between your breasts, staying once they found your stomach again.

"So full of our seed. Seeing it drip between your legs…"

You shifted against Leonardo's fingers again, feeling a dampness against your nightgown.

"You're remembering it, aren't you, cara mia?" Leonardo whispered in your ear, his voice low and husky. "How it felt to be so full of us."

You shuddered, taking in a sharp breath to try and calm yourself, but failed, feeling Leonardo nuzzle your neck. Comte then stood up, leaning in closer to you, kissing your jaw gingerly, trailing with his lips until he found yours. When he released you with a pop, your lips felt swollen and pink.

"I think she needs a reminder, Leonardo. It's been ages, after all."

"A top-off so soon?" Leonardo chuckled, "Insatiable, aren't you? Only been a couple of hours."

"I think myself more of a generous gentleman, thank you." He reached down for his pants and unbuttoned himself with practiced ease. When he was done, he pulled your skirt up around your waist and kissed your cheek.

"Ready for me, cherie?"

You bit your lip, but nodded. He kissed your forehead this time, lining his hips with yours, his tip gliding on one pass before plunging into you hard and fast. You shuddered and moaned, grabbing onto his shoulders. Leonardo growled low in your ear, making Comte chuckle.

"Learn some patience, will you? You'll get your turn."

"Oh yeah?"

Leonardo tilted your head towards him, stealing your lips and inserting his tongue, teasing your tongue and teeth. His other hand cupped your breast, rolling and massaging the nipple between his rough fingers. You moaned against his lips, the volume muffled. Comte frowned, his hands sliding down your hips, pulling you closer to him. He then reached for your other breast, lifting it and teased the underside with his tongue. A whine escaped between your lips, trapped by Leonardo's, but it was enough to make Comte smirk.

"Do you feel good, cherie?" he asked, "Do we make you feel good?"

Leonardo released your lips, wet strings trailing between you as you both panted for air. Once he was sure you caught your breath, Comte thrust into you again, the full volume of your scream like music to his ears. Leonardo held you securely, peppering kisses along your neck.

"Almost there, mon cœur. "

#krys's adventures in fanfiction #wip wednesday #ikemen vampire #comte de saint germain (ikevamp)#leonardo da vinci (ikevamp)#cw: pregnancy #very spicy

13 notes · View notes

krys-loves-otome · 6 months

Note

Krys, you're welcoming trick-or-treaters too? :o So... What about a little... Trick or Treat? >:)

I always welcome trick or treaters! So, how about a lil treat for these trying times? :D This one, I think I have posted before with another writing meme forever ago, but can't find it now, so I'll just repost it again.

Tis an older WIP (doc says it's from 2020 originally) that I extended a lil bit for this ask, featuring Masamune!

Askbox Trick or Treat!

-----

Rough pebbles rubbing and scraping against your side and Masamune's ragged breathing were your indicators that both of you were indeed still alive. With one final heave, he pulled both of you out of the water and onto the awaiting shore.

You shivered and coughed, the night air pulled what little warmth remained inside of you, your soaked clothes like weights holding you down like cinderblocks over your body.

Still, you both survived, thankfully. Your second time diving off a cliff into an awaiting body of water was no better than your first time doing it, but at least Masamune had been there both times to pull your panicked self out of the water.

Your savior, laying on his back while catching his breath, looked over at you, his bright blue eye lighted by concern and moonlight.

"You all right there, Lass?" he asked, his voice raspy and strained.

You took a breath, your chest was sore and tight, but otherwise, you were fine.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Good."

He turned his gaze up to the sky, look up at the crystal like stars, no clouds blocking the view. Overall, a surprisingly calm ending to your previous adventure.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Masamune's hand trembling. On closer inspection, his whole arm was shuddering. No, it was all of him. Or maybe it was your own shivering? It was hard to tell with everything just feeling heavy and cold.

No, he was shivering too, you were sure of it, being just as drenched as he was. You barely had the strength to stand and remove your wet clothes, so you were sure he was as well. Probably more so from dragging both himself and you out of the water.

A brief thought then crossed your mind, remembering about sharing body heat. Not that you had much to give to him in your state, but it was better than doing nothing.

Pulling your last remaining strength, you pushed yourself up, shaking on your hands. Gravity and instinct then took over, your upper body landing on top of Masamune's with a surprised grunt. He grinned weakly.

"Wanted to top me that bad, Lass? Should have just asked and I would've obliged."

#meme thingys #krys's adventures in fanfiction #ikemen sengoku #masamune date #askbox trick or treat #I know I've posted at least part of this before #but can't find it now #so here it is again #an oldie but a goodie

15 notes · View notes

not-krys · 2 months

Text

[Repost] Hold My Hand - Houki

Part of this set of WIP Wednesdays

Raw, unedited writing below. Content warning for pregnancy, and Mitsun is super sweet as always.

-----

Dawn's early morning rays peeked through Mitsunari's window, blinding him temporarily before his eyes adjusted. Things seem to be the same as he and Houki had left them last night. Books placed in haphazard places, Kitty sleeping on his discarded sleeping robe near the bed, and his lovely Houki sleeping as well, her hand resting on her swollen belly.

Lord Hideyoshi would be here soon to bring breakfast, he thought. Houki, now in the later stages of her pregnancy, was relieved of her chatelaine duties to allow her to focus on her (and his) soon-to-be born child, so Lord Hideyoshi had taken over meal duties, making sure the two of them had regular scheduled meals now that Houki couldn't in her condition. Lord Hideyoshi didn't mind as he used to do this long before Houki came along. It was a return to form, to speak. But it did mean that Mitsunari was alone in getting ready for the day.

Today, however, would be different.

Set aside were both his clothes and Houki's, in neat piles thanks (again) to Lord Hideyoshi.

He was going to do it. He was going to dress himself and Houki. It was only fair after the number of times she'd help him get dressed and made sure he looked like a proper lord. Plus, it was getting more difficult for her to do basic tasks now so heavy with child. He wanted to help her, now more than ever.

With a nod and a small kiss to her nose, he rose from the bed, determined with his goal. He walked towards his pile, examining each article carefully. They were his own clothes, it shouldn't be difficult to dress oneself, after all. Just one piece at a time.

After several minutes, he did indeed dress himself. All his ties and strings were in place, tied neatly. Only one or two things were still askew but he was comfortable with this. His mission was just to dress himself and his wife, not to make sure they were immaculate for a visiting noble or something.

Next, he examined Houki's garments, similar to his own save for a few key items. Under clothes were pretty much the same, as was the kimono itself. Her blue jacket he could understand. Her obi and sashes, however, were a little confusing to him. He'd seen plenty of women in town and castle maids wearing bows with their sashes, but to make one with his own hands confounded him. Even the book he read over last night also called them a mystery. Mitsunari frowned.

He could ask Lord Hideyoshi about how to make one since he was regularly correcting others about their crooked obis and fixing them as needed, but he did want to try it on his own first. Houki would know how to tie the ribbon in the back, surely. The maids taught her and she learns things so quickly.

Maybe that should be his course of action, ask for her help as he's helping her get dressed. He nodded again, turning when he heard her stirring behind him. Mitsunari smiled brightly.

"Good morning, my love," he said quietly, kneeling by her side, "I still adore waking by your side."

"Good morning, Mitsunari," she said, her voice still heavy with sleep. "But, you're already dressed."

"Lord Hideyoshi is coming by soon, so I wanted to wake up early to help you get dressed."

Houki reached for her glasses, sitting just at the edge of her pillow, but Mitsunari grabbed them, remembering to grab by the frames rather than the glass and handed them to her.

"Are you sure?"

"I am. I want to help you."

She nods, still affected with sleep.

"Thank you. I appreciate it."

Mitsunari holds out his hand for her hand, helping her to stand on her feet. Kitty flicked her ear, still sleeping on his robes.

"Is he kicking?"

"Not yet. I guess he wore himself out last night."

"He must have been intrigued by the story we were reading to him."

"It was quite exciting. I even dreamed about the story, with our little boy in it."

"You see him in your dreams?"

"Sometimes. It's how I'm sure he's going to be a boy. The maids have been placing bets ever since I started showing."

"I've heard whispers of Lord Mitsuhide running bets as well."

"I didn't doubt he would. Lord Hideyoshi wasn't pleased with him."

She looked down at her stomach, slightly peeking through her sleeping kimono.

"What do you think?"

"I trust your judgement, but… even if we turn out to be wrong, we'll still love them regardless if they are a boy or girl."

Houki nodded and started taking her off her robe, Mitsunari helping her take it off the rest of the way. He then picked up her inner kimono, slipping it over her arms. He then moved in front of her, adjusting the fabric so it closed over her properly. He then repeated the process with her outer kimono, adjusting as needed.

"One of the older maids gave me the wider obi sashes," Houki said, "She said it help her in her pregnancies, saved her back when the baby started getting heavy. They seem to be starting to be fashionable amongst the nobility."

"I've started to notice them more often whenever noble ladies visit Lord Nobunaga and Lord Hideyoshi. Perhaps it's more comfortable?"

"It's… more supportive, I suppose. My back doesn't hurt as much when I wear them."

"Is he starting to get too heavy?"

"A little bit. I don't mind, as it's a good sign he's growing and healthy."

Mitsunari rubbed her lower back and kissed her temple.

"Let me know if it starts hurting too much. I want you to let me take care of you."

#krys's adventures in fanfiction #wip wednesday #ikemen sengoku #ikesen oc #mitsunari ishida #houki of jiyel #cw: pregnancy #repost queue

8 notes · View notes

not-krys · 4 months

Text

It's that time again! Time to count up all the words and reflect upon the past year.

And, friends, let me just say I'm really super happy with this years numbers, probably the biggest numbers I've seen in a long time.

This year, I had a new years resolution to post at least 1 writing thing per month, no matter its finished state, thus putting out a lot of WIP Wednesdays this year.

But, along with doing all those WIP Wednesdays, I found I was finishing more writing things this year because of it and... it's kind of amazing to see the progress across this year.

For previous Writing Summaries: 2020 2021 2022

For this year's art summary, click here!

And, as always, my masterlist, to see all my fics in one place!

Now, without further ado, let's crunch some numbers!

------

Posted Works to tumblr/ao3: 10

-The Traveling Adventures of Mister Fox and Miss Mouse [IkeSen AU, Mitsuhide x fem!Reader]: 986

-Happy Birthday, Vincent [Ikemen Vampire, Vincent x Abby (OC), NSFW]: 856

-Family Picnic [Ikemen Vampire, Vincent x Abby (OC)]: 1,021

-No Time [Ikemen Prince, Rio x Clara (OC)]: 1,110

-Bittersweet [Obey Me, Lucifer x Miri (OC)]: 1,975

-The Traveling Adventures of Mister Fox and Miss Mouse Part 2 [Ikemen Sengoku, Mitsuhide x fem!Reader]: 2,487

-Birthday Carrots [Ikemen Prince, Nokto x Clara (OC)]: 221

-Reaching Out [Ikemen Vampire, Vincent x Abby (OC)]: 2599

-Kitchen Talks [Obey Me, Solomon & Miri (OC)]: 1,050

-First Kicks [Ikemen Vampire, Vincent x Abby (OC)]: 1,649

Total Word Count on Published Fanfics: 13,954

----

Published WIPs (That were written in 2023 or Updated in 2023): 19

-Starvation [IkeSeries OCs; Houki, Abby, Maddie, Clara, Ophelia]: 1,716

-Love [IkeSeries and Obey Me OCs]: 2,449

-Grey [Ikemen Vampire; Shakespeare, Vincent x Abby (OC)]: 391

-No Time [Ikemen Prince, Ikemen Vampire; Rio x Clara, Arthur x Thea (OC)]: 1,012

-Nurture [Ikemen Revolution; Harr x Maddie (OC)]: 588

-Nurture [Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Vampire; Houki (OC) x Mitsunari, Ophelia (OC), Theo and Arthur, background Vincent x Abby (OC)]: 2,020

-Father [Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Prince, Obey Me; Houki (OC), Thea (OC) x Arthur x Theo, Vincent x Abby (OC), Clara (OC) & Mr. Akatsuki, Miri (OC) and Lucifer]: 2,375

-Flowers [Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Revolution, Ikemen Prince; Abby (OC) & Vlad, Maddie (OC) & Loki, Clara (OC) & Silvio]: 1,227

-Introduction [Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Prince; Nobunaga & Houki (OC), Vincent & Abby (OC), Nokto & Clara (OC)]: 1,137

-Are You Challenging Me? [Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Vampire, Obey Me; Nobunaga & Houki (OC), Arthur & Isaac & Abby (OC), Lucifer & Miri (with minor appearances of other obey me characters]: 855

-Askbox Trick or Treat [Obey Me; Lucifer]: 254

-Askbox Trick or Treat [Ikemen Sengoku; Mitsuhide]: 157

-Askbox Trick or Treat [Ikemen Sengoku; Masamune]: 373

-Perfect Strangers [Ikemen Vampire; Comte]: 839

-Abandoned [Ikemen Prince, Obey Me; Clara (OC) & Rio, Leviathan & Miri (OC)]: 1,358

-Nobububu 2.0 [Ikemen Sengoku; Nobunaga]: 636

-Diavolo and Miri Snippet [Obey Me; Diavolo x Miri (OC)]: 389

-Unfinished Fictober 2023 Houki and Mitsunari [Ikemen Sengoku; Mitsunari x Houki (OC)]: 216

-Sugar and Spice and…? [Ikemen Vampire; Comte x Leonardo x Preg!Reader, NSFW]: 1,127

Total Word Count on Published WIPs (That were written or updated in 2023): 19,119

-----

Unpublished WIPs (that were written in 2023): 1

-A Second Glance Part 5: 1,147

Total Word Count on Creative Works for 2023: 34,220

------

Essays/Commentary/Asks/Etc: 21

-Ikemen Series Tier List: 225

-Fanfic Writer Asks (Lorei): 371

-Three Characters, One Number Ask (Lorei): 722

-Fic Writer Asks (Lorei): 679

-Fanfic Writer Asks (Emojis, Lorei): 295

-Fanfic Writer Asks (Emojis, Mo): 248

-Let's Get Real Fanfic Writers (Lorei): 396

-Let's Get Real Fanfic Writers Asks (Scummy): 520

-Who Do You Ship Me With (Mo): 82

-Why Do You Follow Me? (Lorei): 512

-Character Opinion (Lorei): 317

-Fanfic Writer Emoji Asks (Mo): 468

-4th Anniversary Questionaire Ikevamp Edition: 1252

-OC Number Asks (Anng): 728

-Send a 💌 and I'll tell you something I love about you (Lorei): 78

-Writer's Truth or Dare (Scummy): 226

-Different Universe, Same Universe 2023 Ask (Julie): 154

-Napo Birthday Asks 1: 160

-What Ideas get completed and posted? (Scummy): 199

-Getting a comment on my old fic: 214

-Uncommon Questions for Your OCs (Houki and Clara, original and my reblog): 799

Total Word Count on Essays, Commentary, Asks, etc: 8645

Total Word Count for 2023: 42,865

Thanks for all the good times this year and I hope we can bring this kind of energy into the new year too!

#krys's adventures in fanfiction #year end summary #2023 year end summary #over 42000 this year!#and 34000 of it in creative works!#that's a lot for me #who previous years had barely got passed 20000 for creative works #that's a big jump for me!#yeee

10 notes · View notes

not-krys · 2 months

Text

35. Hold My Hand (Houki, Ophelia, Thea, Abby, Miri)

Happy Valentine's Day!

Kind of last minute as I had intended to finish these by the end of the month, but as it's Valentine's day today, I figured I'd post these entries early.

When choosing this prompt, since I had done 'Love' prompt last year, I had wanted another theme that could evoke some kind of romantic feeling, but... that didn't exactly happen with some of these.

And since I had wanted to participate in Julie's Love Booth event, those prompts (plus the theme of the month) seemed to lean more towards a platonic vibe for some of these little ramblings. Nothing wrong with that, it's just where the vibes took me.

Regular warnings apply: Raw, unedited writing, Houki's entry has pregnancy in it's theme, Abby's has a little self-deprecation, some spoilers for Nightbringer Lesson 38 for Miri, the usual stuff.

Check out my Masterlist!

-----

Houki

(Knowledge, "Let Me Take Care of You")

Today, however, would be different.

Set aside were both his clothes and Houki's, in neat piles thanks (again) to Lord Hideyoshi.

Maybe that should be his course of action, ask for her help as he's helping her get dressed. He nodded again, turning when he heard her stirring behind him. Mitsunari smiled brightly.

"Good morning, my love," he said quietly, kneeling by her side, "I still adore waking by your side."

"Good morning, Mitsunari," she said, her voice still heavy with sleep. "But, you're already dressed."

"Lord Hideyoshi is coming by soon, so I wanted to wake up early to help you get dressed."

Houki reached for her glasses, sitting just at the edge of her pillow, but Mitsunari grabbed them, remembering to grab by the frames rather than the glass and handed them to her.

"Are you sure?"

"I am. I want to help you."

She nods, still affected with sleep.

"Thank you. I appreciate it."

Mitsunari holds out his hand for her hand, helping her to stand on her feet. Kitty flicked her ear, still sleeping on his robes.

"Is he kicking?"

"Not yet. I guess he wore himself out last night."

"He must have been intrigued by the story we were reading to him."

"It was quite exciting. I even dreamed about the story, with our little boy in it."

"You see him in your dreams?"

"Sometimes. It's how I'm sure he's going to be a boy. The maids have been placing bets ever since I started showing."

"I've heard whispers of Lord Mitsuhide running bets as well."

"I didn't doubt he would. Lord Hideyoshi wasn't pleased with him."

She looked down at her stomach, slightly peeking through her sleeping kimono.

"What do you think?"

"I trust your judgement, but… even if we turn out to be wrong, we'll still love them regardless if they are a boy or girl."

"I've started to notice them more often whenever noble ladies visit Lord Nobunaga and Lord Hideyoshi. Perhaps it's more comfortable?"

"It's… more supportive, I suppose. My back doesn't hurt as much when I wear them."

"Is he starting to get too heavy?"

"A little bit. I don't mind, as it's a good sign he's growing and healthy."

Mitsunari rubbed her lower back and kissed her temple.

"Let me know if it starts hurting too much. I want you to let me take care of you."

-----

Ophelia

(Revenge, "You make me feel complete with your love.")

"Thank you for your kindness, Abbess." Two monks bowed to Ophelia, accepting the folded robes from her pale hands.

"Thank you for trusting me with the mending work." She bowed in return, "I know how important keeping up with one's clothes is."

"It looks a little different to the stitching that I'm used to, but it looks stronger than before."

"I grew with quite a number of younger siblings!" She smiled, "The stitching had to be strong to withstand the test of time and rambunctious little ones testing out their hand-me-downs."

"Ah, that makes sense."

"Thank you again, for making such quick repairs."

"You are welcome. I hope that you will come to me again if you need any more mending."

They both bowed once again, leaving Ophelia to stand in the hall entrance, a hand on her hip.

Moments later, a familiar hand found her shoulder, making her smile.

"So that's what you up doing for so many nights."

"Needlework isn't that hard for me. It was a common expected duty of a wife back home."

"Yet, your handiwork was remarkable, even for some simple repairs."

"Like I said, I had a lot of siblings that were always up to something." She shrugged, nonchalant.

"I would also like to point out that eavesdropping is an unbecoming, dear Abbot."

Kennyo chuckled.

"Forgive my curiosity. You refused to tell me what or why you were sewing so long into the night. I was starting to get worried."

Ophelia placed her hand on top of his, resting on her shoulder.

"Or jealous, perhaps? I was sure you'd recognize the robes of your own temple."

"Sewing a man's robe that wasn't my own, jealousy was starting to sew it's seeds into my heart, I'll admit."

Ophelia chuckled.

"But I had no doubts that your intentions were pure."

"Oh? You trust me that much?"

"You did promise me that no other man would make another hole in your heart, once upon a time."

"I suppose I did say that."

"And I wouldn't let you stray that far."

"Oh, would you now?"

"You mean too much to me for me to let you go, now."

"Hmm… I'm inclined to agree. I like you a little too much to leave you now."

"Only like, dearest?"

"Just a little bit."

He moved his hand from her shoulder, only to intertwine their fingers.

"Shame, I was hoping it was a little more than like."

"How much do you want me to like you, then?"

"Enough to make me feel complete with your love."

"A tall order, I hope you understand."

"I'm sure you'll try your best, Abbess." He pressed her hand against his cheek.

-----

Thea

(Scholar, "I don't understand people at all… yet I found myself quite curious to know everything about you.")

"Thanks for coming out with me today, Isaac." Thea smiled back at her companion, "I really appreciate it."

Isaac looked down at the street, unsuccessfully at hiding the pink on his cheeks.

Isaac said nothing. Thea only grinned more.

"You…" Isaac mumbled.

"Hm?" Thea stopped and looked back at Isaac, the blush stronger on his face.

"You… talk a lot."

Thea laughed softly.

"Dad? Papa?"

"They… they sound nice."

"I wish you could meet them." She smiled, "Well, if they can get over me time-travelling to the past and meeting famous figures of the past that have been turned into vampires first."

The crowds were getting denser, Isaac noticed. Thea was tall, but it didn't bode well if he lost her in the crowd. Would Theo come after him if he lost her? Would Arthur? The thought irritated him.

He then heard the sound of screams of horses and fast spinning wheels. Of course, someone was speeding through the street when there was high foot traffic-!

"Hey! Slow down, asshole! Il y a des gens qui marchent ici, connard!"

Isaac flushed pink, embarrassed.

"Honestly," Thea huffed, "the nerve of some people! It's only gonna get worse when cars start getting mass-manufactured. Man…"

Isaac was still too stunned to speak, looking stupefied at their still joined hands.

------

Abby

(Monster, "I'm Not Worthy of Love")

The library this time of night, usually a quiet place that was often the favored place for the more solitary residents (or even the ones that just wanted a place to nap) but at this time, there was two of the residents there together at the table, the scratching of pens against paper filling the silence. Abby looked on as Jean made broad, careful marks in his notebook, his writing script not unlike a small child just learning their letters. She was proud of him, learning a valuable skill practically taken for granted in her time. Watching an adult struggle with something so basic and commonplace as reading and writing, it made her think more considerately, as Jean had come from a time where reading and writing had only been taught to a select few. It wouldn't do to tease him that came so naturally to her. Sword fighting didn't come to her naturally like it did for Jean, after all.

After a quiet pause, Jean stopped and put his pen down, comparing his scratches to Abby's much more experienced handwriting.

"You're improving," she said with a small smile. "The shakiness will go away with practice."

Jean nodded, confident in his own way.

"You have been patient with me, mademoiselle."

"Writing and reading are valuable skills." she explained. "It'll help with your business a-and you can keep up with events, like reading the paper like Theo does each morning."

He nodded, looking over the work again. He then closed the book.

"I want to try reading again."

"O-okay!" Abby stood up from her chair, looking over the tomes surrounding the two of them. "What would you like to try tonight? Sebas helped me pick out some easy readers at the book market when it was in town the other day."

"The Ugly Duckling."

"The Ugly Duckling?"

"Hmm." Jean nodded.

They had read it several times, Abby thought, picking it from the nearby shelf.

"Do you like the story?"

"I relate to it the most."

"A-ah, I see." She sat beside him again and opened up to the first page. "What do you find most relatable about it?"

"The duckling being ostracized because of his appearance. My brothers often teased me for having a feminine face. And…" His singular eye looked to the side, looking at the patch over his other eye.

"Yes, the story certainly doesn't shy away from telling the reader that if you don't have a pleasing appearance, you will be teased mercilessly… and bullied."

"Do you find the story relatable too, Mademoiselle?"

"…Yes, I do."

"But you are beautiful."

Abby blushed bright red, her eyes wide.

"T-Thank you."

"Were you bullied, then?"

Abby froze.

"No, you're beautiful, so you couldn't have been." Jean relaxed his grip on his sword, talking to himself. Abby closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath.

"I wasn't good enough, actually." she clenched her hands in her lap.

"Hmm?"

"When you try the best you can and it's not enough." Abby sighed. "That the things you love and care about, aren't worth much in the grand scheme of things."

Jean was silent.

"People can be cruel, sometimes, until you meet some high… high standard that shouldn't be-"

Abby put a hand over her mouth, realizing what she was saying.

"B-but, that's enough about me. We're supposed to be reading? Do you want to read to me this time? I bet you've gotten better with how much you've been practicing."

Jean stared at her, his dark eye staring at her curiously. He then reached for her hand cradling her face, pulling it away and holding it gingerly.

-----

Miri

"Oi! Hey!"

The biting wind cut into his skin, not helped at all by the somber atmosphere with the angels. And watching his younger brothers being dragged under the ice didn't help either. He knew they were all tough, of course, they would join up with them eventually, but right now, he was the only one left to look after Miri and she wasn't looking so hot either. Well, the icy wind probably did most of that, but she didn't look physically well either. His suspicions were confirmed when he felt a small, human hand grabbing onto his unexpectedly, and, while she wasn't a demon like Diavolo where his hand was so hot it made his palms sweat, Miri's hand was too cold for a human.

"Sorry," she apologized, looking down.

"Don't just go grabbing like that, kid!"

Her hand was like the ice they were walking on. Mammon frowned.

"You okay?" he asked, "Did you grab me because you're cold or because you're scared?"

"…Both."

Her shivering was much more obvious now that they were connected.

"Not like you to get scared."

"I still get scared sometimes. A lot of times, actually."

"Worried about Lucifer?"

"Yeah."

Mammon sighed and gripped her hand tighter.

"We'll find him, stupid. And make him pay for putting us through all of this. Only fitting, if you ask me."

Mammon snorted.

"He's gonna owe us big time. I mean, really. Bringing all of to the lowest level of Cocytus, freezing our asses off. Even Simeon, Luke, and Solomon are worried about him. Hells, we even got Mephisto, of all people, helping us get that jerk back. So, don't worry so much."

Miri looked up, seeing Mammon's grin.

7 notes · View notes

not-krys · 6 months

Text

[Repost] Are You Challenging Me? - Abby

Part of this set of WIP Wednesdays

Notes: Raw, incomplete writing, Arthur is an intrusive lil bugger if that's a warning.

------

“Oh, is that a challenge I hear?” Arthur said, leaning his elbow on the table, his hand cradling his chin. He was far too much in Abby’s personal space for her comfort, make the girl lean back and bite her lip.

“C'mon, love.” Arthur leaned in further, “a simple card game? Surely you can give me the thorough thrashing I deserve.”

“B-but, I just wanted to play with-”

“Leave her alone, you brute.” Isaac grumbled, pulling him away by his coattails. “Abby and I were going to play a game just between the two of us. You don’t need to be butting your nose in where it doesn’t belong.”

“Aw, c'mon, Newt! Haven’t you heard the phrase, the more, the merrier?”

“Would you just bugger off and just let us play cards in peace?”

“Just between the two of you? That’s no fun. Surely three playing would make it more exciting.”

With the permission of neither player, Arthur pulled up a third seat between them and began shuffling the cards.

“We didn’t want you to play because you win each time!”

Abby just sat quietly, her hands clutching her woolen skirt.

“So kids, what are we playing? Blackjack? Rummy? Some good ol’ poker?”

“…Bl-Blackjack.” Abby stuttered, keeping her head down.

Arthur smiled.

“Ah, the perfect game to play with three people!”

“We never said you could play too!” Isaac scolded.

“But you need someone to be your dealer, don’t you?”

“You can play Blackjack just fine with two people!”

“But it’s much more interesting with three people, Newt!”

“Stop saying that.” Isaac grumbled.

“That said,” Arthur smirked, “what should we wager?”

“W-wager?” Abby blinked in surprised.

“We’re not betting anything!”

“Sure we are.” Arthur smirked, “who’s ever heard of a game of Blackjack without stakes?”

He then looked at Abby, watching as her cheeks warmed.

“What are you willing to put on the line, dearest Abigail?”

“I-I….”

“Stop intimidating her, you twat!”

“I-I… I can make something for whoever wins? Like some chocolate fudge… o-or a sandwich?”

Both Arthur and Isaac froze.

#krys's adventures in fanfiction #wip wednesday #ikemen vampire #ikevamp oc #arthur conan doyle (ikevamp)#isaac newton (ikevamp)#abigail clarke (oc)#repost queue

11 notes · View notes

not-krys · 1 month

Text

47. Creation [Abby, Miri]

Happy Last Wednesday of March! It's that time again, another theme to get the writing juices going. This time, we got the theme of creation!

Raw, unedited writing below. We got Leonardo making observations about Abby and Vincent in her section, while Miri's section is cute and sweet with Luke and Barbatos.

Check out my masterlist!

-----

Abby

Leonardo stood in the doorway of Vincent's room, sunlight pouring into the room, but there was something else in the room that could rival the sun in brightness and warmth.

But the second set of feet, dangling between Vincent's, and a smaller hand holding onto a paintbrush in his, had the older vampire smiling with affection.

Even for all of his long life, Leonardo felt the briefest of chills from that single look and started walking away, lighting his cigarillo as he walked away.

"Cavolo…" he whispered, shaking his shoulders of their tension.

----------

Miri

Miri looked at the timer on her D.D.D and checked the time, Luke standing nearby. Barbatos held onto oven mitts that matched Miri's and Luke's mitts, a gentle smile on his face.

"Is it almost done?" Luke asked.

"It's pretty close, I think." Miri answered, checking the time one last time. "It should be pretty close to that cake we saw on Devilgram the other day."

"What was it called?"

"In the Human Realm, we called it a castella cake."

"And you bake it with steam?"

"Yep, that's what makes it so light and fluffy, along with all the air inside it. That's what makes it move like that."

"It wiggled so much in that Devilgram video, it looked alive!"

"I hope this one wiggles just as much!"

A soft beeping soon echoed in the kitchen, alerting all three to the time.

"Moment of truth, everyone!" Miri said, stepping to one side of the giant oven. Luke scrambled over to her side, oven mitts at the ready.

"Please be cautious as I open the door." said Barbatos, carefully pulling down on the handle.

Hot air soon filled the room, making Miri and Luke wince, but only momentarily as the smell of baked cake soon followed. Barbatos pulled the rack forward, hot water sloshing around in the pan.

"On the count of three," Barbatos said, putting his mitted hands on one side of the baking pan. Miri and Luke took the opposite corners, ready to lift the massive cake from its watery bath, which was both longer and stood taller than all three bakers combined.

On his command, the three lifted the massive cake, moving it to the nearby counter, amazed at how much it did indeed move and wiggle, dancing to their movements.

"Wahh!" Luke exclaimed, "it does move!"

"Told you it would!" Miri laughed.

Barbatos only smiled gently.

"I'm sure that everyone will be pleased with your efforts, both of you. A job well done."

"We all made it together!" Miri said, "and I think there should be enough for everyone! Even Beel!"

"Perhaps you should message them to come to the castle?" Barbatos was already turning away, intent on finding his master, hopefully still working on the paperwork left for him that day.

"Yeah, it's waaay too big for me to carry by myself. We can have a castella party!"

"Yeah!" Luke said, "I'll message Simeon and Solomon! They have to come too!"

#krys's adventures in fanfiction #wip wednesday #ikemen vampire #obey me #abigail clarke (oc)#miriam (obey me oc)#that moment where Vincent pushes off Leonardo's hand from MC's head in his route still pops up in my head once in a while #like as a brief lil reminder that Vince isn't always sunshine and rainbows #that experiencing the full spectrum of emotions is important #even the negative ones #I think Aki might be possessing me whenever that happens #on another note #had watched a vid about making a giant castella cake which is what inspired miri's entry #baking with friends is always fun #especially when you make giant jiggly cake #I had wanted to do one with Ophelia and Kennyo after I had played an event in SLBP #in SLBP Shingen's event story they were making prayer beads #and it was cute and I uwu'ed the entire story #(what I could finish of it anyway bc I started late and didn't get to the conclusion)#but I thought it would be a neat idea to transfer the idea over to Ophelia and Kennyo #but alas #ran out of steam and couldn't put it into the words I wanted #so it's in my idea pile for her

5 notes · View notes