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spoopy-fish-writes · 7 months

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| I love you, I love you, I love you

Suitor(s): Ray

TW: Crying, mention of periods, mention of being sick

Genre: Comfort

Notes: AFAB MC || Didn’t know how badly I needed this until I was writing it writing for Ikerev is genuinely going to be what gets me out of my slump just watch || Does anyone even play Ikerev anymore. Am I speaking into a void

“Can I kiss you? Please?" You were barely a centimetre away from Ray, your eyes looking into his with the warmth that you always did, loving, cherishing, adoring. And yet that clashed with an equally prominent biting cold that seemed to flinch back from your expression when he tried to look too close that he couldn't quite place as your eyebrows pinched together in a way that made you look so fragile in that one moment.

He wasn't sure how it had got to this point, your hand on his chest while you leaned towards him, your other resting on the sofa to help you keep balance.

But he couldn't say no to you. Not that he would want to and certainly not now when you seemed so desperate for his affection.

So a "Yes" fell from his lips, sure and barely above a whisper.

You wasted only a second, a pause as your eyes flitted from his eyes down to his lips and then back up to his eyes as if checking for further confirmation.

He didn't make an attempt to initiate this kiss this time. Not when you looked as though you were ready to shatter at the slightest touch, so he waited for you to lean in, your lips barely a light press against his - tentative.

He can feel the shaky breath that leaves you against his lips when you pull away and his eyes meet yours - almost an invitation, though it's not hard to take it as such when his pupils are blown wide and he looks at you so gently - as your hands slowly move up to cup his face, half tangled in his hair so that you could pull him towards you again.

It's slow and still soft as you kiss him once, twice, three times, handling him with so much care that he isn't sure whether you thought he would break or yourself if you decided to be any rougher with him.

Either way, your hands trembled as they moved slightly against his cheek, mindlessly tracing his features from his lashes which dipped low when he closed his eyes - a mercy really, as you feared that he would have seen the way that your chest rose and fell so shakily and brows furrowed had he had them open - to his brow and down to his cheek, so gently rubbing over light burns and scars which had almost completely faded.

"Love.." comes the mumble against your lips and you feel Ray softly pull away, his expression one of concern that makes you want to shy away from him as one of his hands reaches up to your face to brush under your eye, brushing away a stray tear you hadn't paid any mind to.

"Love, what's wrong?" The gentle sound of his voice makes you want to cry even more; you felt too vulnerable, too weak to be able to handle such gentleness.

You lent into his palm and closed your eyes for a moment, taking in the feeling of his warm hand and focusing on it to calm you down before you spoke.

"Just..." What was wrong?

"I- I don't really know. I feel upset but I don't know why and it's been messing with me for a few days between being sick, being on my period, being...generally annoyed.

I don't know. It all just sucks. I just... wanted to be close to you right now. It helps.” Your voice cracks as ramble ends off on a heavy sigh which evened out your previously agitated breathing. You slumped into his chest, burying your face in his neck before deciding against it and bending to hide your face in his chest, prompting a fond huff of amusement from the king of spades which you ignored as you continued to speak. "You're warm, and it's nice. Like sunshine."

"I need to stay closer to people who feel like sunshine," you continued mumbling. "It's nicer around you. I don't feel so mellow or upset. Like I’ve gone outside after a long week being sick."

Ray hums as if in agreement, arms moving to wrap around your waist. He makes a contemplative noise and you look up slightly while green eyes meet yours.

His lips tilt up into a gentle crescent as his eyes soften and you have to look away again, even if he does chuckle at the way that you bury your face in his chest again. His lips press to the top of your head and you can feel the movement of them as he speaks.

“Then you should stay as close to me as possible. If not for yourself, I should stay closer to people who feel like sunshine too, even when there are a few clouds around them.”

You huff a weak but genuine laugh against his chest and shake your head slightly. “You're corny and embarrassing.”

"I recall you starting this."

"Irrelevant."

He laughs again and it’s so hard to hold onto your annoyance and upset when you hear it because it really is like a soothing balm to your wounds when he laughs so genuinely and you can feel the vibrations of his chest. He holds you that little bit tighter and you relax almost immediately, tears no longer having any use when you’re in his embrace.

“I love you. I feel like I don’t tell you enough.”

One of his hands moves to cradle your head and you can hear the smile in his voice. “Telling me everyday isn’t enough?”

Your voice is a little croaky and your sore throat makes an appearance as you speak. “I don’t think it’ll be enough until I’ve told you enough to make up for every day I didn’t know you. I would have loved you all of those days as well if I’d found you sooner, I think.”

“That’s a lot of days.”

“It is, but I think I can manage. I love being around you and you always make me feel better. I love that you’re so free all of the time and you always make me feel like I can be too. I just love you. I guess. All of you.”

Again, his arms tighten and he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “I love you too. I hope I can always make you feel better. Make you feel like you can be better.”

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maries-gallery · 9 months

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Ray is too big that everytime he fucks Alice he needs to slow down but he's so damn horny he went from gentle to feral 👀

OH MY GOD PLEASE ANON FACTS! Sorry i completely forgot this was in my inbox but OH MY GOD I HOPE YOU ARE STILL AROUND TO READ THIS! (Although it'd be a miracle if you are since this has been there for literally 2 years). Tagging @kissmetwicekissmedeadly BECAUSE YOU HAVE TO THIRST WITH ME HERE!

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: size kink, pussy drunk!Ray, praise kink, mating press, creampie, breeding kink, dacryphilia, female bodied reader

Please Ray knows he is big. He knows your pussy cannot take him and he loves it. He loves how your brows furrow together and how you scrunch your nose as he pushes his length inside of you, loves how you gasp as he bottoms out and fills you with everything he has to give.

Pain laced with pleasure as he carefully slides out only to sheathe his cock inside of you again.

And he loves how tight and warm your walls feel around him, how they clamp down on his cock as he thrusts inside of you, stretching you out so blissfully you cannot think straight.

"Damn- You're... Ungh- You're so tight, baby-" He pants in your ear, and it takes all he has to hold himself back as you whine underneath him, "Taking me so well-"

And he wants to take things slow with you, he wants to be gentle and worship this love you share. But you just feel too good around him and he has so much to give... Your pussy just sucking him in with every roll of his hips, the sight of his cock disappearing between your folds driving him feral.

He can't go slow anymore. He has to ravage you, to fuck you until you can't walk anymore, and it's fine because he will be here to carry you anywhere you wish in the morning.

"Nnngh- Ah-! Ray- too-too fast!" You mewl in his ears, the tight coil in your core pooling with desire and an ever growing need, every snap of his hips against yours bringing you closer and closer to the edge of your release. Too good, too fast.

Your thoughts turn to mush in your head as he hoists your legs up and places them over his shoulders, caging you between his rock hard chest and the soft mattress. And it hurts so good when he hits your sweetest spot, when he reaches so deep you feel him in the back of your throat.

"I-I know you can take it, baby-" He says, experiencing the new depths this angle gives him, "Doing so good for me-"

Your heart swells in your chest at his praises, his name falling like a prayer from your lips, followed by a string of moans and incomprehensible babbles.

"That's-That's it, be a good girl for me-"

And you are always so good for him, Ray cannot get enough. Can't get enough of how your lips part in a silent scream of his name, back arching off the bed and hands fisting the sheets as your orgasm washes over you.

Can't get enough of the tears of pleasure that prick at the corners of your eyes as he continues to fuck both you and himself through your releases until he has given you every single drop of his cum and is sure to leave you with child.

Until he crumbles over you, the both of you spent and exhausted from rounds and rounds of him filling you up.

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leonscape · 11 months

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someone should draw the obligatory black-haired poster boys with swapped clothes.

like bro imagine leon in napoleon’s clothes, napoleon in ray’s clothes, ray in nobunaga’s clothes and nobunaga in leon’s clothes or something like that there’s so many different combinations (keep their original poses tho)

or did someone already do this?

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kissmetwicekissmedeadly · 1 year

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They're so cool together 🥺❤️ We missed them

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soulless-angel25 · 1 month

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#ikemen revolution #cybird ikemen #ikerev #ikemen revolution jonah #Ikemen revolution Ray #Ikemen revolution Seth #Ikemen revolution fenrir #Ikemen revolution Sirius

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maramirror11 · 5 months

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2023 vs 2019

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I wanted to finish before the new year but I couldn't. This was one of my first digital drawings and I got nostalgic.

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xxsycamore · 1 year

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𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬

↬ What if Ray Blackwell's biggest trauma never happened?

Ray; Fenrir; Alice; original male characters - the missing army officers • rating: G • tags: Spoilers for Ray's route and backstory; Trauma; What-If; Everybody Lives; Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; Injury; Injury Recovery; Prosthesis; Scars; Bittersweet • wordcount: 1,565 • masterlist

a/n: This fic came to be in a very interesting way... @the12thnightproject suggested a Reverse Ask game, where we pick a playing card that corresponds to a writing prompt… I went with the King of Spades for Ray Blackwell, because of course I did, and. Well. It didn't expect it to be THAT GOOD.

The prompt I got for the King of Spades is: Nobody Dies, Everybody Lives.

"Ray cheated! Ray cheated!!"

Fenrir jumps from his seat, almost slamming his palm on the table in the process - which would undoubtedly reveal his hand. While trying to sneak a peek of his cards, the other officers seated around the table let out a barely audible snicker.

"Oh c'mon his eyes flashed red! I saw it!"

Frown deepening, Fenrir watches his buddies ignore him as Ray casually robs him of cards he won unfairly.

"I CAN'T be the only one that saw it! Robert? Clyde??"

Clyde shrugs, tapping the fingers of his prosthetic arm against the table as he waits for the next turn - but the former doesn't as much as look at Fenrir's direction. Seeing that even the 9th of spades who is a terrible liar has no concern readable anywhere in his body language, Fenrir sighs. Deeply.

"The cookies are ready!" Alice walks into the room, and the mouth-watering aroma of freshly baked cookies from Luka's recipe walks with her. Seeing that the pink-haired Ace hasn't processed to fill his mouth with cookies yet, Alice is almost concerned. She was so ready to scold him that now the scene looks unnatural...

"What are you guys up to?"

"Fen is being a sore looser again." Ray half-nods in the direction of Fenrir, eyes busy in his hand. In the next second, he's done organizing his cards and throws them on the table. Despite his obvious self-satisfactory, the winning hand is in Clyde, who also reveals his cards. Still, there is no surprise on Ray's face. "And that makes another victory for Clyde."

Fenrir fake-cries into the palms of his hands as Alice places the cookies on the table, where Robert has already swept all the cards towards him and began to shuffle the deck. He blows a tiny emission of air upwards to move the annoying strands of red hair off his forehead, and for a second the scar he hides underneath is visible. "Anyone wants to see a card trick?"

Fenrir slides his hands down his face, revealing a grumpy expression. "Don't bother, Rob, king's gonna use magic to guess the card. The bastard."

"Ahahah." Ray takes a cookie but pauses before putting it in his mouth. "You mad, Fen? I thought you were going to praise me for learning to control my magic so well."

Fenrir scoffs, appetite winning over his pettiness as he reaches for a cookie as well. "...Just don't use it too much."

The serious note in his tone doesn't go unnoticed by Ray. It's hardly about cheating in games anymore, as it's known what the effects of using magic have on those who are born with it. It's so much like his best friend, to worry about him when it comes to that. Ray's smile doesn't leave his lips as he reassures him.

"You know that this is nothing, Fen... but don't worry about me, I'm not going to overdo it."

Alice watches the exchange with interest, feeling the slight change in the otherwise carefree mood around the table. Robert and Clyde felt it too, judging by their expressions.

"Alice, do you wanna go for a walk around the barracks? Let's see those night-blooming flowers Sirius was talking about."

Alice jumps as Kent, the 5th of Spades that is in the habit of appearing out of nowhere, taps her on the shoulder. She didn't even notice him being in the room in the first place... no wonder why the army values his skill to sneak up on enemies. She is about to ask what's gotten into him so randomly, but then the green-haired officer winks at her.

After a warning to leave some cookies for the others, Alice and Kent go outside - but nowhere too far off. There's a small bench situated just under the window of the room where they left the others. Kent sits first, and pats the place next to him.

"What do you want to talk about, Kent? Everything alright?"

The officer nods and props his arms next to him on the bench, looking at the sky.

"You looked a bit lost just now. I guess they haven't told you yet."

"Haven't told me about what?"

"Ever wondered about why Robert, Clyde, Fenrir, Boss and me all seem to know each other since forever?"

Alice rubs the tip of her shoe in the ground, humming a little. "If I'm not mistaken, Fenrir and Ray know each other since their school days. Maybe you guys attended that school too? You're not the same age, but perhaps..."

"That's true. We were in different grades, but something happened one day that led to our fates being ...intertwined, so to speak. Ahhh, I sure hope the guys don't mind me telling you all of this."

"I can keep it a secret if you want, Kent!"

Kent's smile lessens Alice's worry, but it goes away as quickly as it came. His violet eyes tremble slightly as she looks at his side profile, as if thousands of pictures flash behind them. He begins.

"One day, some people in long black robes came into the school. I was alone then, and asked politely if I could help them. But out of nowhere, they grabbed me and tried to kidnap me."

Alice's breath hitches, blue irises filling with the reflection of Kent as her eyes widen in shock. He continues.

"I didn't know a single thing about fighting back then. Truth to be told, I was very scared. I'm guessing you didn't expect to hear this from me, haha... But it's true. If it wasn't for Ray, I..."

"Ray saved you?"

"In the end I was saved by him, yes... but it didn't go as smoothly as that. When I saw Ray approaching, I felt relieved - I was super lucky to be found by the strongest, most popular guy in school. Man. Ray was so cool back then."

Remembeing a bit of what Fenrir shared, Alice hums quietly. Fenrir and Ray were both popular with girls, but other than that, they were one heck of a duo that takes care of the bullies in school. Imaging them fighting back to back, back then, just like they do today, Alice is able to crack a smile.

"But there was something else in his sharp gaze other than fury. His eyes seemed to burn with hatred for the people who attempted to kidnap a student in board daylight - they burned and burned, until they got red. Quite literally. Other students started rushing in the place where we were, and suddenly it was total chaos - I got thrown to the ground and couldn't see what happened, but in the middle of the crowd where Ray was surrounded by those strange men something suddenly started to glow with a strong light. I heard an explosion."

Kent's hands ball into fists, trying to summon a note of lightheartness in his tone for the sake of not worrying Alice too much.

"When I came to, I was okay. Nothing more than a few minor injuries that went away in a week or two. But not everyone had my luck. I still think it's not fair. Ray tried to save me, and those people..."

"So... this is how Ray found out he is a magic user. Tell me Kent, did anyone..."

"Ahh no, don't worry Alice. There were no fatalities. Fortunately. But it was a close call."

Alice lets out a breather she didn't know she was holding into. Then realization hits.

"Is Clyde's hand-"

"Yep, that's what happened to him. And the scar on Robbie's head too. But those guys don't hate Ray or anything like that. Jeez, seeing how much Clyde loves that prosthetic arm that doubles as a gun... I can't imagine a world where Fenrir is the only gun-crazed maniac in the army. These two are tough, they aren't officers for nothing. The guilt Ray felt for them was massive back then, he dedicated himself to caring for them in the very beginning. And I, well, I was there too. I owe him so much. I don't wanna know where I would be, if it wasn't for him."

That explains so much. Everyone among the officers is aware of how hard Ray works on controlling his magic, even if he uses it seemingly without any difficulty. Alice would've never thought something like this happened to him, or to the other four men.

A day that almost went down in the history of their lives as the darkest; an incident not to be spoken of but never forgotten.

Laughter comes through the open window above their heads. It's Fenrir's, this time, and Alice assumes the Ace finally got back at his best buddy for the cheating before. But Ray's own laughter follows, just as loud and hearty, filling the starry night outside the window.

Alice thanks Kent for telling her their story. His own bravery needs to be remarked, but he seems to get shy as soon as she comments on it... well, he's just like that.

A world where Ray doesn't laugh as loudly as he does now.

Where he doesn't use his magic casually over a game of cards, where he doesn't smile as often, and is instead drowning in a sea of guilt noone knows about.

"Let's go inside before they can eat all the cookies!"

Alice is grateful such world doesn't exist.

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queen-dahlia · 2 years

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Congratulations on winning Cradle Awards 💖💖💖

Tagging: @koi-mahou-kakumei ♡

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awesomeanimelover39 · 2 years

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Hi!Since your request are open can I ask that IkeRev Alice is 2 or 3 months pregnant when she arrived in Cradle and the charactera are Ray,Lancelot, Jonah,Fenrir~~Advance thanks ^‌_^!

Yay! Ofc I can do this! (Lancelot and Jonah under the cut)

Requested by: @i-am-totally-a-weirdoo

Alice in early stages of pregnancy when arriving in Cradle

Ray Blackwell:

While he did notice your baby bump, he didn't exactly know what it was

He didn't want to ask, (he's not stupid) but he was curious

Eventually he wrote you a note and slipped it under your door, claiming another officer wanted to know

Of course, you knew he was in fact the one who was interested

Once you told him he was impressed

He thought you were pretty emotionally and physically strong for a woman who has a baby growing inside of her

He honestly admires you even more now

But as he watches you use magic, he suddenly grows more and more concerned

He didn't want you to hurt the human growing inside of you

He loves that you're stubborn, but maybe a break is a good idea?

He doesn't want to order you around, but he is worried

Maybe if you let him do some of the work he'd feel better

You noticed how his face twisted in concern every time you practiced

It was touching how he cared about you and your pregnancy, even though it wasn't his

Just let him worry, it's not only the cutest, but the most emotional side to him

Fenrir Godspeed:

Hmm. Alright here's the deal

He has no idea what it is

For a while he didn't even notice

But he did straight-up ask you

It didn't occur to him that could be offensive (please go easy on him)

Once you tell him, he's OVER THE MOON

You don't get why he's making such a big deal

But he thinks you're awesome!

He goes on and on about how strong you are and how thought it must have been for you to fall into an entirely new world after already having to adjust differently to your old one

He does act a little less reckless after he finds out

He doesn't want you to get hurt in any way

You took notice of the fact he was always with you

And how when he helped you get down from carriages, he looked at your bump to make sure you weren't straining in any way

You were shocked to see this caring side of him, it was a nice change

He was very dramatic when he told you one day that he would consider this kid his own

You were more than happy, he did seem like a greta dad

He really is so excited for you, you couldn't ask for a more supportive man

Lancelot Kingsley:

He also didn't notice

But that's because he was too busy

But he heard from another soldier that he noticed you were pregnant

Well, that soldier didn't tell him, Edgar did

And that's because Edgar heard him congratulating you

Now he's interested

He understands this must be hard

Having fallen into Cradle so unexpectedly

He asks you personally to take things easy

(You didn't know he knew)

When you tried to shake it off and work harder, he just kept sending soldiers to take you to a chair, or lunch

You figured he had something to do with it, so you went to see him

He was embarrassed when you called him out on knowing, but secretly happy he gets to talk to you about it (he is interested in how you are dealing with everything)

You told him your ex got you pregnant, but when you told your ex you were pregnant, he called you gross and ran away. You said that it broke your heart

He was furious

He wanted this man to pay in painful ways for abandoning you like that

That's when it slipped out

In all his anger he said "Ugh. I would NEVER abandon you like that,"

Lancelot: 😳 MC: 🥺

It was adorable to hear him say just how much he cared, it made you feel just a little braver and a little more loved

Jonah Clemence:

This is a mistake

Why would you tell him

Let him figure it out. Telling him was a death wish

Now he is ordering you around

He was very worried about you using magic, and about you walking alone, and unlike the others, he's not afraid to show that

He will duct tape you to the chair if he has too

He will have Kyle keep an eye on you all day and follow you when you leave the headquarters

Isn't that Edgar's job?

Everything you do becomes dangerous

You both got in a fight with each other when you told him he needed to let up

He must have felt bad because a bouquet of flowers were on your nightstand the next day

He doesn't say he's sorry, but he is saying he loves you in his own unique Jonah way

You were sure that he would call you gross

"Absolutely not!"

He thinks you are outstandingly strong and smart

He respects you deeply, and knowing you want to have kids makes his heart beat faster

He'll never say anything, but he hopes that even though this kid isn't technically his own, he is able to love him like a real father

He silently promises himself before the kid is born that he will never let anything bad happen to you, or them

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qshara · 2 years

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Jonah: Oh no! Our neighbor is dead!

Lancelot: Who, Ray?

Jonah: I don't think cheering is appropiate, my King

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chaosangel767 · 2 years

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Pls some nsfw hcs with Lancelot, Ray, Jonah, Luka, and Edgar: they come back home and after taking a shower they go to their room to get some rest but surprisingly they find Alice waiting for them while she's wearing only one specific piece of their clothing for example Lancelot's cape or Jonah's pink shirt along with his red leg strap(≖‿≖) thanks!

Hey Darling! 💝💝 Thank you for your request. I had way to much fun writing this one.

Fandom: IkeRev

Suitors:Lancelot, Ray, Jonah, Luka, Edgar

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Scenario NSFW - Suitor comes home and takes a shower. Leaving the bathroom he looks up to find Alice wearing only...

Lancelot

• Alice is sitting innocently on the edge of his bed. Her body is wrapped in Lancelots heavy mantle, but he can see hints of bare skin underneath.

• Approaching Alice while drying his hair, Lancelot raises a single eyebrow at her in question.

• "If I wear the mantle does that mean I am King?" The teasing note in her voice pairs well with the mischievous grin on her face. Lancelot grabs her chin, his fingers brushing along her skin.

• "Only if you can handle the burden the King bears" the whisper is centimeters from her lips, before Lancelot gives her a firm kiss. Lowering her back on the bed behind her he unwrap his mantle from around her body, peppering the skin as it's exposed in marks and kisses.

• His Alice, the sight of her in his mantle drives that fact home. Alice is his.

Ray

• Ray leaves the bathroom to see Alice leaning against his headboard lost in a book. Drawing closer to her, Ray quickly realizes that her 'blanket' is actually his cape.

• Laughter falls from his lips, startling Akice from her book. She smiles when she sees Ray, shifting a little.

• Looking down, Ray catches a hint of brown leather on her thigh.

• "Alice, Why are you in my cape?" Tilting his head crawls over her, straddling her hips.

• "Because it was comfy and you didn't need it in the shower" her innocent smile is at odds with the twinkle in her eye.

• Ray kisses her, hus hands going under the cape, only to realize there was nothing underneath.

• "Naughty Alice" his voice drops as his pants tighten. He is quick to bear her body, not wanting her to be hidden from his gaze.

• He soaks in the image of her laying on his bed, the cape in question sprawled out under her.

• His fingers use his leg strap as leverage to keep her against him as he presses their bodies together, he makes a mental note to buy her more garters.

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Jonah

• When he exits the shower, Alice is sitting in the window. As he draws nearer to her, he realizes she is wearing only his pale pink shirt.

• "Alice" whispering her name, his hands reach out to her, but when his hand carresses her thigh, he feels smooth fabric. Looking down he realizes that long with his shirt, she is wearing his leg strap.

• Feeling suddenly flustered, Jonah slips a finger under one of the buttons on her shirt.

• "You are beautiful" his simple praise does its job as he watches the blush fall over Alice's cheeks. Scooping her up in his arms, he carries her to the bed, laying her down against his pillows.

• Purposely leaving his strap on her thigh, he deftly unbuttons her shirt, watching her skin be revealed. Trailing his finger across her stomach he loves the way she trembles, goosebumps rising in defense of his ghosting touch.

• Keeping the focus on Alice his fingers finally make their way down to his leg strap. Slipping a finger under it, he eases it down her leg. His lips follow it in kisses, the mewls and whimpers are a melody for him alone.

Luka

• Luka's eyes widen when he sees Alice sitting on the bed, his casual jacket is buttoned up, but he can't see anything else on.

• "Alice-" her name leaves his lips in a whisper as he draws near. His face breaks out in a blush.

• "Where are your clothes?" His fingers touch her chin and she looks up with innocent eyes.

• "I got cold while I was waiting for you so I wore your jacket. It smells good." Bringing her hand up, she smells the sleeve with a smile. The raising of the jacket reveals her thigh and hip.

• "Stop that," Luka tugs down the jacket, trying to make sense of the situation. His fingers brush her warm skin and more heat spreads throughout her body. Sitting down on the bed he pulls her into his lap. His finger seeks out the warm skin on her hips. Lowering his gaze, his eyes meet her desire filled one's and he can't hold back his desires anymore.

• Pressing his lips to hers, he hungrily kisses her, his fingers teasing thier way down to her core. As his fingers slip into her core he watches them, set on bringing Alice the same urging desire as he is feeling.

• "My beautiful Alice" his murmur is barely heard above her whimpers as he draws an orgasm, coating his fingers. Pressing a kiss to her lips, he smiles, set to let the heat consume them.

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Edgar

• Alice was waiting up for Edgar when he exits the shower. Surprised to not see her on the bed like usual, he looks around the room for her.

• An amused smile finds his face as a figure at his desk is bathed in moonlight. Drawing closer Edgar recognizes the white and red pattern of his uniform jacket. Approaching almost silently he peers over her shoulder to see what she is doing.

• "Hello Jack of Hearts" watching the way she jumps, twirling around with a startled look Edgar can't help the delighted laugh.

• Pouting, Alice blushes at being caught, she was hoping to get one up on the mischievous Jack. Edgar scoops her up and places her on top of his desk. He can't help but admire her in his jacket, his beautiful Alice. Trailing his finger along her jaw, he pictures her in a full red army uniform and his pants tighten. Massaging her thighs he notices that all she is wearing is his officer jacket and a wicked smile graces his face.

• Slipping his hand in between her legs, he teases her, keeping the jacket on. The stiff uniform fabric brushing against her sensitive skin, the way she arches her back and her nipples brush the fabric. He can't free his cock fast enough, set on making a mess on his desk and on his jacket. After all it isn't the first time.

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The Prince, The Knight, and the Jester

Happy birthday @ikemenlibrary, I hope you have a wonderful day ahead with lots of yummy food and everyone that you love and adore surrounding you! Thank you for organising the Gift Exchange events and bringing all these people together. Thank you for your wonderfully sweet presence. We haven’t known each other for long, but from what I have seen you are a lot stronger than you believe yourself to be. I hope that with the years to come you will recognise that as well, and that you will continue laying out your road and chasing your dreams, even if you haven’t entirely figured out yet what that is. That you will know your own worth, because, you are so, so, worthy of so, so much better than what you have settled for until now. Go and chase, go ahead and aim. There is a world ahead of you waiting, no matter what your age and your current state may be. It is within your hands to change it, if you so will it.

Fandom: Ikemen Revolution

Characters: Ray Blackwell, Luka Clemence & Edgar Bright

Inspiration: Every WWYFF/WWFFY/CYAO I have ever read and slight fairy tale inspiration.

Warning: Mentions of food, arranged marriage, dreamscape

Words: +/-2k

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It was the same every night. With your eyes shut you drifted off into another world, another you; a you who was the you awake, but at the same time not. A you who was surrounded by people you didn’t know in your hours awake, but at the same time knew so intimately nonetheless. There was your lord-father, the king, seated on his throne and his crown on his head, reflecting the sun beaming down upon him, rivalling the gold he wore. Next to him your mother, the queen, dressed in a lavish dress and still as beautiful as the day she had rumoured to be when she entered the kingdom. At last there was you, a robe put around your shoulders of royal red and golden flowers stitched upon it that represented your father’s rule. A crown upon your head and a sceptre in your hand signified your coming of age. If you hadn’t known any better you felt that your dream should have started with a ‘Once upon a time’ instead, surrounded by love and greeted by the sun that was blessing the path to come.

“I vow,” the prince said. The first suitor of many that came to greet you. With a dark crown of hair full in sight as he bent the knee, the gallant man took your hand in his as he kissed it gently. “I vow,” he repeated, commanding the full attention within the room, for it wasn’t often that the crown prince of a neighbouring kingdom so boldly declared himself, “to respect you, and protect you, and above all, to love you." The promise rang sweetly in the air and you struggled recalling his name as green eyes turned up towards you, smiling that familiar smile you have been seeing ever since your engagement had been announced.

A blessed fortune, you knew, and your heart swelled at his outstretched hand, the charm of the prince radiating and commanding you, like he had been commanding the rest of the room to look only at him. "Will you do me the honour?" The prince had asked you, before taking your hand into a dance as the music started. The crowd cheered and applauded for the royal couple born, but it fell into the background. Your step was light, his lead smooth and dominant and you felt yourself lost in those green, green eyes you knew could also flash red.

"Princess?" The sweet tenor of a shy man addressed you in the royal garden. His black uniform stood proudly against the array of colours surrounding you, revealing his position as your personal guard. Searching eyes met yours and a blush dusted his fair features when he accidentally found himself locked with yours.

"Is everything alright?" you questioned the loyal knight, your hand shifting towards him as a gesture for the guard to come closer. He did, bringing with him the sweet scent of vanilla and spices that he carried everywhere with him as he bent the knee to kiss your hand as custom dictated while you watched a crown of deep dark purple decorating his head replace those golden eyes.

"Nothing," the guard lied, but you knew there was something brimming beneath those eyes, a wish for rebellion in his expression that he couldn’t pronounce out loud, for it meant disgracing you, and ultimately, bringing misfortune. "Just a wish to protect you forever," he expressed instead, gripping your hand tighter on his own, while the press of his lips against your hand grew stronger after repetition and you knew that to be the truth, smiling down at a beloved guard you knew would be wrong to choose.

Your smile grew wider as a flurry of birds flew out, following one line from the hat into the air towards the freedom that you envied. Applause surrounded you as you joined in the cheers, watching the masked brunet with the bright green eyes make a bow to you, bowing for a third time as he crossed from the centre of his place towards the head of the table, at which you sat.

“Shall I make you fly?” the joker questioned, a promise underlined that no one but you understood, and you very nearly grasped the white gloved hand, ready to leap into the air into the same direction as the birds had flown off to. A habit from the past, you realise, your secret friendship nearly exposed to the crowd on your birthday banquet. Instead, the man had conjured up a rose between his fingers, filling your hand with a bouquet of roses and peonies instead for which he earned another delighted gasp, your smile growing wider as you soon forgot the earlier question and the wish for freedom.

"To make the princess smile so genuinely delights my heart," the jester tells you, his smile widening, making his green eyes stand out all the more behind that mysterious mask. "If my very purpose is to make you smile I will be content," he claims, smiling that fading smile that had started off your nightly meetings to begin with. The ones in which he will do anything to make you smile, and you knew he hadn’t forgotten his earlier question, that he would repeat it again tonight, when you were alone and there were only his tricks.

You woke up, remembering the lingering kisses on the back of your hand and the sets of eyes that you loved. Where you were not a princess, and the day didn’t start with a ‘once upon a time’, or concerns of ranks and proprietary. A world in which you quickly forgot about the three men that had ensnared your heart, but instead brought you to the one beside you. A kiss on your temple, a ‘good morning’ whispered in your ear, a breeze of sunshine and early summer morning waved in and you opened your eyes to…

The Prince

A crown of dark hair full in your face and eyes still halfway closed, it had not surprised you that the prince of your dreams was still fast asleep, or at least half asleep when he had subconsciously kissed you awake. The early hour troubled him, as it always did so classically, and beside his pillow there was still an open copy of the last fairytale the two of you had read together, to which he had fallen asleep on, alongside of you, murmuring all of the sweet promises the prince of the story had made as well.

“Hrmm, Belle,” Ray murmured when your fingers carefully stroke the bangs out of his eyes,

earning a grin from your face when you felt his searching hand wrap around your wrist, realising that you weren’t his cat, and pulled your hand towards his lips instead, “happy birthday,” he sighed, halfway turning in his bed to snuggle into you, indicating that he had no intention of waking up as of yet.

“Come on, you promised ice cream and books,” you whisper to the man, who grunts at the reminder of his own promises yesterday, blearily blinking his green eyes before the focus falls upon you, a smile following soon after before he shuts them again, an arm snaking around your waist before pulling you in.

“I was fighting a dragon for you,” he tells you, as if wanting to return to the fight within his dream and you roll your eyes at that, propping yourself up on your arm as you continue to nudge Ray.

“I don’t want you to fight any dragons for me, silly, I want ice cream and books for my birthday,” continue pushing, to which he finally relented, dramatically letting himself fall out of bed with a roll and a thud before carrying himself through his morning routine.

The next time you saw him Ray’s eyes were wide open, the dark green crinkling into a charming smile that reminded you of the prince in your dream as he took you by the hand, leading you into a little twirl before he pressed a kiss against your forehead.

“Happy birthday, princess,” he tells you again, this time more awake and clearer in words before leading you out of the apartment towards what would be a succession of dates he had planned out for today.

The Knight

The sweet smell of vanilla was what roused you from your sleep, subtle but fragrant and warming in the crisp morning air of early summer. From the kitchen you could hear movement, the sizzling of the oil and the sound of whipped batter followed with, giving away the surprise that was being prepared for you on this special day. With a grin you dove deeper into your pillow, trying to smudge off the smile from your face as you waited for your beloved to enter, a plate of breakfast ready and freshly cooked for you just as you stretched yourself, pretending to only have just woken up.

“Morning,” Luka tells you, pleased with his timing as he carefully sets the breakfast plate on the night table next to your bed while you sit up. “How did you sleep?” he asks, quick to sit down next to you as he immediately reaches out for your hand, as if he couldn’t bear to let go of you for a second despite having left you in your shared bed.

You roll your shoulders, blinking lazily at the soft morning light before allowing your head to fall into his shoulder, snuggling into his warmth as Luka wraps an arm around you, gently pulling you in closer as he whispers a ‘happy birthday’ into your hair, pressing a kiss just behind your ear as you continue to nuzzle into the nape of his neck.

“I dreamt of a knight in shining armour,” you finally murmur, remembering the guard in your garden that promised to protect you, “I think it was you,” you continue, and Luka’s arm pulls you in tighter, a low chuckle escaping him.

“You think?” he repeats after you, but the lilt in his voice tells you that he isn’t actually upset at the uncertainty of your claim. It makes you nuzzle in closer as you lazily nod into his shoulder, pushing yourself closer into his embrace as you think of allowing yourself to sink away.

“No,” you say instead, as if waking yourself up before you sit up straight with a deep sigh, as if regretting the loss of Luka’s warmth, “I’m certain it was you,” you smile, so brightly so that the knight couldn’t help but lean in to steal your breath away with his own.

“Morning breath!” you exclaim, but Luka didn’t care, or mind, kissing you firmly again.

The Jester

You woke up with a laugh in your breath, startling yourself and the one sharing your bed, bright green eyes blinking at you in surprise before a smile lifted the corners of his lips. “What made you laugh so, dear?” he questions you, a finger tracing down your jaw as Edgar gently moves away a stray strand of hair. It earns another giggle from you, fighting away the sleep in your eyes as you blink until the world doesn’t seem as blurry anymore.

“I don’t know,” you admit honestly, the pleasant dream of earlier fading away as you wonder what it was that was so funny earlier, what it was that had made you laugh so gingerly until the laugh seeped into reality, rocking you awake so happily, “maybe it was you,” you whisper, the tease earlier sounding better in thought than expressed out loud as you feel yourself grow flustered at the tacky line.

Edgar doesn’t seem to mind, however, his smile widening and his eyes twinkling before he leans closer into you, face mere inches away from yours in the way that he can lock his eyes with you, but in which he also knows that it pins you down underneath him.

“Is that so?” He tells you, though the question doesn’t come out as half-the-question as it is supposed to be, his fingers now tracing your sides as he moves himself closer over you, that mischievous twinkle growing brighter before he actually starts to tickle you.

“I’m afraid I’m a jealous man,” Edgar tells you after he finally relents and releases you, “even of my own dream-self.” The titter in his voice tells you that he isn’t as upset as he claims to be, however, before he brushes your dishevelled hair into place and presses a kiss against you.

“Now up you go, birthday duck, we have a long day ahead of us,” the ever-smiling jack tells you, though you know that his smiles for you are genuine, just as much as you know that the day to come is to be filled with even more laughter, just as he loved to start yours with.

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