#edgar bright

[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: edgar contemplates you.

WARNINGS: none!! :D

COMMENTS: i cried three times while writing this idk!! also this got away from me hello 2k words??? SPOILERS FOR EDGARS ROUTE EVERYWHERE OK YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

TAGLIST: @vivislosingitagain obviously and @vioisgoinginsane meow!! @jade-s-nymph asked to be tagged too after learning i cried over this HE;PPL

Edgar isn’t sure what to make of you. Even now, even though you’ve decided to stay in Cradle with him, throwing your things and your only way back home into the rabbit hole that took you here, he finds himself wondering why you did that. You want to stay with him, that part is obvious enough, and you’ve always been so earnest with what you think that he has no reason to doubt you. But even so, he holds onto the hope that you really do want to stay, that you want to love him and you’ll choose that every day for as long as you two shall live, and that this isn’t some dream that he’ll inevitably wake up from and be forced to go back to the way he once was.

There’s an ache in his chest when he thinks about how he tried to use you, how he only viewed you as a tool. You always tell him that doesn’t matter now, that he’s done more than enough to prove that he cares for you in ways that far surpass viewing you as a tool, but some nights your words aren’t enough and he wakes up in a cold sweat, visions of the Magic Tower and his long-imprisoned uncle flashing in his mind. He finds solace in you, your arms around his waist and your face pressed against his back, and on those nights you wake up with his forehead pressed against yours so he can see your face first thing in the morning. You always know why he’s facing your way, and you always ask if he wants to talk about it.

By morning, Edgar is usually okay. He’s gone through night terrors enough to be able to chase them off on his own. He doesn’t want to burden you with things that he did to hurt you, actions he took that led to your suffering. It would be horrible to complain when you were the victim in that situation, and he doesn’t want to be horrible to you.

But all it takes for him to break, to crack just a little, is you taking him into your arms, pressing sweet kisses to his forehead, letting him know that he can talk to you about anything, anytime, and that all he needs to do is call because you will always come, no matter what. And for the first time in a long, long while, Edgar feels like he could cry.

He doesn’t.

He doesn’t, but with every passing day he feels like he can be more honest with you. The sun rises above the horizon and dips below it, day after day, and you’re still here. You still bring him pastries you made and jellybeans you picked up from his favorite candy shop when you run errands. You still bring him a blanket when he falls asleep at his desk because he is working too hard, and you always pull up a chair right next to him so that when he wakes up, the first thing he will see is still your face. You still sing his praises when he spars, you still shine down on him with that beautiful smile when you run into his arms. You still place sticky notes on the wall above his desk, reminding him to take care of himself and that his favorite pastry is in the fridge if he needs any food while you’re away. Your notes form a mosaic of love and care and sweetness above the space that he used to slave away in. Now, because of you, instead of a desk full of paperwork signed by bloody hands, it feels like sitting on a fluffy cloud overlooking a flower-speckled meadow.

Edgar doesn’t know how he can even begin to repay you for what you’ve done for him. He knows without a doubt that he will love you every day, for as long as his soul will allow. Promising to love you with his heart isn’t enough, he thinks, because his heart could stop beating any day and a love that dies like a heart is no love at all.

You’re the most special person in his life, without a doubt. For far too long he thought his love wasn’t enough, that it wasn’t worthy, and yet you’ve tried (and are still trying) to convince him that it is. You cradle his hands to your chest and you say they’re warm, you kiss his scars when the memories hurt, and you allow his bloody hands to touch and hold you. You’ve allowed him so much, you’ve spoiled him rotten, and he couldn’t go on living without you

 He doesn’t know what pulled you into Cradle, but he prays to every star in the sky that whatever leads you here doesn’t change its mind. Whether it’s fate or just you (beautiful, radiant you), if you were to slip from his grasp, he doesn’t know what he would do.

And so, when you come back from running errands with a sleepy stumble in your step, when the sun dips beneath the sky, when your eyes and fluttering shut and you can’t stop yourself from yawning, Edgar catches you. His eyes are soft as he takes you in, your fingers curling around his bicep as you smile. Your head falls against his chest, and you allow yourself to slip into his embrace, your ear right against his heart. An explosion of emotions swell from within him, starting from the very pits of his stomach and blooming into a beautiful flower as they hit his heart. The happiness he feels, just holding you, knowing you trust him enough to let down your guard around him, fills him with the greatest joy he's ever known.

“Welcome home, dumpling.” he teases, voice soft and quiet as he brushes your hair away from your face, “Had a rough day?”

“Mhm.” you answer, nodding. Your hair scratches against his shirt, and his heart pitter patters in his chest, “Jonah ran me ragged.”

Edgar tsks, swooping you up into his arms. He’ll have to let Jonah know not to get too overzealous with his love, even though he knows all too well how easy it is.

It’s familiar, carrying you to bed and falling asleep at your side—in fact, Edgar knows it's never been easier. Waking up the next morning is just as easy, and even though he wishes he could stay there till the afternoon, he gets out of bed and gets ready before you can convince him to come back.

He’s out the door before you open your eyes.

The day passes like any other, with him running around headquarters and organizing paperwork, starting the occasional sparring match with Zero or one of his soldiers just so he doesn’t get bored. He makes sure to go into town and get the present he wanted to get for you, his heart set on giving it to you by the end of the day. He’s sure you’ll love it, and he’s certain this is what he wants.

He just hopes you will want it as well.

By the time he gets back to headquarters, it’s time for dinner. You’re waiting in the dining room for him, two dishes placed in front of you, and he delights in the way your smile glimmers when you see him. You perk up completely at the sight of him, and it's enough to fill him with butterflies.

You really are too sweet to him.

Dinner passes in the blink of an eye. He talks about his day and you talk about yours, observing your hand gestures and facial expressions like they’re the most interesting thing in all of Cradle. No, even more so—they’re the most interesting things in this world and the next and the next, because no matter how many worlds and universes there are, they wouldn’t hold a candle to the person who found him at his darkest and dragged him out with their own two hands, allowing him the mercy of clawing at their palms and grasping for their wrists and crushing their fingers when the darkness latches onto him and tried to yank him away from the light.

The walk back to his room is quiet. He can tell you’re sleepy, your hand wrapped around his wrist loosening and tightening every few seconds. It’s cute how you walk side by side but still insist on holding onto him. It makes him feel so loved, even when he opens his door and lets the two of you in and you have to let go.

“You seem excited about something, Edgar.” you comment, slipping your arms out of your shirt and changing into your pajamas.

He snickers to himself, shooting you an indifferent smile. You can read him so well, better than anyone else, and wow he really loves you.

“You’re right. I picked up a little gift for you while I was in town.” he says, coming closer to where you stand, tired from the day's events and in your pajamas but looking so, so lovely.

He cups your cheeks, and that hand slides away when he drops on one knee.

Your hands fly to your mouth, covering your gasp when he pulls out a small black box and presents it to you. Your eyes are already watering, and even though he wants to wipe your tears he knows those are the happiest tears he’s ever seen.

“When you first fell into Cradle, I couldn’t have imagined what you would end up becoming to me. You’re my everything. I love you more than anything, and you’ve given me more love than I ever could have hoped for. Marry me, and we can spend our days happy and in love for as long as we both should live.”

My precious Alice.

Your yes is so loud he’s certain you just woke up half of headquarters as you throw yourself into his arms, crying into his shoulder as he slips the ring on your finger. You clutch it to your chest like it's something precious, like it's something you can't bear to lose, and Edgar clutches you in much the same way.

His suspicions are confirmed when Jonah kicks down the door, looking frantically into the room to make sure you’re safe (and Edgar knows he only came for you, his now fiance, because he knows full well Edgar can defend himself.) Zero comes soon after, lured by the commotion Jonah makes after learning you two are engaged, and if Edgar didn’t know any better he’d say Zero is just as happy as he is.

Leave it to his student to always look out for him. It seems sometimes Zero becomes the teacher himself when it comes to Edgar’s happiness.

If there was any sleepiness in your eyes it's gone now, especially when Jonah orders everyone into the dining hall for a celebration. Tears gather in his eyes but he doesn’t let them fall, not even when you point them out and ask if Jonah is okay and he snaps that he’s fine, that he’s just tired and that the two of you screaming ruined his beauty sleep. Neither of you comment on his choked-up voice or his sniffling. You know that’s what's best.

The chefs are all too happy to bring out the alcohol (which lures Kyle from his office, who then offers you his sincere congratulations even though he’s very much out of it.) And before you know it, it’s like nighttime hasn’t fallen and most of Cradle isn’t asleep, because you’re with the man you love and all of his friends and everyone is smiling and laughing and it makes you tear up again.

You had no idea your happiness would make people so happy. You had no idea your shared happiness could make everyone this happy. You had no idea you two had so much influence on other people’s lives, even though it seems silly to comprehend it now when you’ve changed everyone’s lives in some way just by being here and loving one of their own.

You were part of a family now. A huge, dysfunctional, reckless, loyal family.

Edgar’s lips find your cheek and he kisses you like it’s the first time. You turn to him with watery eyes and he smiles at you, the crinkles around his eyes and in his brow making your heart pound.

“Thank you for saying yes.” he murmurs, “I love you so much.”

He kisses you, in front of everyone, and you cling to his collar like you want him to stay there forever.

Because you do, and you always will.

Because your love is felt with your whole soul, and if it died with your heart it’d be no love at all.

[honeybyte]

gentle demon

[ikemen-obssessed]

you’re telling me ‘surrogate brother’ is a better phrase🤨

[aquagirl1978]

Wicked Game - Edgar Bright x Reader (Ikemen Revolution)

A/N: Part of Visions of Temptation 2023 hosted by @xxsycamore

Pairing: Edgar Bright x Reader

Prompt: Day 10 - cockwarming

Word Count: 745

Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNI; cockwarming; public sex; dirty talk; praise kink; sex against the wall; quickie; creampie; female-bodied reader ("good girl" is said)

“I thought I told you to be quiet,” Edgar growled, his hot breath tickling your skin.

Wriggling on his lap, you tilted your head to meet his. “How do you expect me to stay quiet with your….oh, there’s too many people here,” you muttered through gritted teeth, your voice low, hoping no one nearby could hear you. Averting your gaze, you were unable to finish your sentence out loud – that Edgar’s cock was buried deep inside you.

“You look so beautiful when you make that face.” Edgar caressed your warm cheeks with his thumb; your eyes closed at his touch. Soft and gentle, you loved the feeling of Edgar’s fingers on your skin.

“Let’s play a game,” he whispered, his eyes alight with mischief. “First one to moan is the loser. Winner picks the prize.”

Without waiting for your acceptance of the terms of the game, Edgar wrapped his arm around your waist, his fingers splayed across your belly. “How deep inside do you think I am?” he whispered, his voice barely audible. His thumb traced a line just below your belly button. “Do you think I am this deep?”

You struggled to stay silent as he continued to tease you, his fingers coaxing the flames inside your core to burn brighter. Not ready to go down without fighting, you squeezed his cock within your walls, hoping he would show his frustration. 

“Nice try,” he whispered, his lips hovering above the soft slope of your shoulder. Clearly at an advantage, his tongue darted out, tasting your sweet skin before pressing his lips against you in a biting kiss. He tightened his grip around your waist, pulling your body closer to his, providing just enough friction to make you moan.

Without a word, he shifted your body, removing his cock from your core so gracefully the partygoers were none the wiser. He took your hand, nudging you to stand up, and with a wicked grin, led you down the hallway.

“That was an evil, wicked game you played, Edgar,” you pouted, the party now a quiet buzz in the background.

He  covered your mouth with his, silencing you. “I won, my rules.” He pushed you roughly against the nearby wall; his free hand hiking up your skirt.

Pushing your panties to the side, he slid a finger inside you. He grinned at you as he withdrew his hand. Bringing his hand to his mouth, he licked your arousal clean off his fingers. "Looks like you're just as excited as I am."

You nodded your head, words escaping you as your knees went weak. In a flash, he freed his erection; the layers of your skirt lifted, Edgar spread your legs, preparing you for his cock.

He shoved his thick length inside you in one hard push, your cries muffled by his mouth. 

“I'll have to fuck you properly later,” he said as he began to thrust inside you, “but for now, it will have to be quick.”

Edgar was merciless as he railed you, impaling you on his cock over and over again. You knew you wouldn't last long at his brutal pace. 

“Good girl,” he praised, guiding your legs around his waist, allowing him to penetrate deeper. “You feel so good,” he groaned against your skin, his mouth nibbling on your neck. 

Your body was on fire and no one could save you but Edgar.

Your eyelids drifted closed as his hips pounded against yours; he was so rough, so raw, you relished how he was ravaging your body. Your lips parted, his name repeated over and over as the fires inside continued to consume your body.

“Fuck,” he moaned, his lips dangerously close to your mouth. “I’m so close.” He took your hand in his, pressing your arm against the wall as he began to tremble inside you, your body already wracked with pleasure.

“I hope you're ready for a big load,” he said as he came deep inside you. You bit your lip, suppressing your cries of passion as you came on his cock.

“That's my good girl,” he whispered, easing you off his softening cock. He withdrew something from his jacket pocket, your body too blissed out to notice or care what he held in his hand. 

That is, until he gently pushed a bullet shaped plug inside you.

“Don't want you making a mess at the party,” he teased as he took your hand, guiding you back to the party.

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posting otome boys that are the same height as me (5’7”) everyday

day 2: edgar bright (ikerev)

[ciaossu-imagines]

red army + christmas prompt 4

Ha, this was a blast to think about. They do seem the type to get proper pictures together at least once a year, and Christmas definitely seems like a fantastic time to do that. Thanks so much for sending this in!

Imagine your Ocs taking a group picture for their holiday greeting cards.

Who is giving directives on how to pose?

Unlike the Black Army, I do believe that the Christmas card photographs for the Red Army are very much a formal event. Instead of being taken by a member of the army who enjoys photography, Lancelot gets a professional photographer to come in for the occasion. The members of the Red Army are expected to show up ready and Lancelot and the ‘cards’ have a large say in the direction of the photographs but otherwise the photographer is in charge of everything. They’re the one who directs people on how to pose, how to hold their face, what to do with props, and everything along those lines. Lancelot expects everyone to listen to the photographer, though he may sometimes push back against them.

How do they pose?

As said, this is a professional photoshoot. There’s a lot of pictures taken by the photographer and their assistants. It’s not just like, fifty or sixty pictures taken. This is a much larger affair – several hundreds of pictures are taken. There’s pictures taken from a wide perspective of the whole of the army, there’s pictures focusing in on each team within the army, there’s pictures of the cards taken as a group, there’s pictures of Lancelot and the ‘cards’, there’s individual photos taken of each army member that they can choose to purchase to use in whatever way they wish, be it sending it home to their family or giving it to a lover. The photographer and their assistants really find ways to have everyone pose in ways that not only look aesthetically pleasing but also capture their personalities well.

Who ruins the picture by making faces?

There’s a lot of photographs that end up being scrapped because of Edgar pulling some sort of face or holding up bunny ears behind someone’s head, normally Jonah’s. Conversely, while Jonah will pose the best for photographs (it’s almost impossible to take a bad picture of the man), he’ll end up ruining some shots by reacting brashly or getting annoyed at another member of the army and forgetting that he’s supposed to be posing.

Who keeps saying ‘WAIT I’m not ready’ until they find the perfect angle?

Nobody – Lancelot runs a tight ship in a lot of ways and his Army members know their jobs for the day. Their task is simple – always be ready, act as if the camera is going to snap at any instant and be instantly prepared for it.

What are they wearing? Are they matching? Is there a theme?

Lancelot actually really, really likes the look of the Red Army’s uniforms. Even if he wasn’t born into his position, he thinks that he would have grown up to join, just for the chance to wear the uniform. Because the photographs are of the Army as a whole, despite it being Christmas, in his mind it only makes sense for them all to be in full Red Army formal uniform. Instead, the pictures should be made merrier and more festive with good backdrops and props.

Who shows up in something other than the agreed upon outfit?

It’s Kyle. While he probably remembers, after arriving, that it was supposed to be his formal Red Army uniform, he rocks up in his everyday wear, wearing his lab coat, looking mussed and slightly hung-over. He is definitely hung-over, enough so that he doesn’t automatically volunteer to head back up and change into his formal attire. He looks fine enough and it’s how everyone sees him day after day anyway, right?

Who is the most reluctant to be in the picture?

Zero finds posing for pictures to be a really uncomfortable experience. He feels awkward the entire time and entirely all too self-conscious about himself. Is he doing something weird with his face? Is he making too much eye contact with the camera? Is he posing like he’s supposed to? He gets very up into his head during the entire photoshoot and he prays for it to end before it ever even gets started. It doesn’t help that Edgar might be teasing his protégé during the entire photoshoot, doing things to make Zero ‘loosen up’ a little but mostly just annoying him.

What is written on the card?

‘The Red Army wishes you and yours a very Merry Christmas. May the joy of the holidays touch each and every one of your hearts, may peace and goodwill reign.’

What background do they choose?

Again, because they’re all decked out in the Army uniforms, I think Lancelot is really determined that every background should be incredibly festive. Shots done out in the snow, with the Red Army’s headquarters, all decorated for the holiday, are definitely taken, but so are pictures where the background is one where everyone’s posed around a Christmas tree or by a roaring fire, with ornaments, boughs of holly, ribbons, and pinecones strung around.

Who do they send the cards to?

As mentioned, each of the Army members are able to purchase their pictures  for whatever use they want to make of it. Lancelot is very purposeful in who he sends the cards to though – he distributes them to all the major business owners or large, well-known families in the area and personally signs with a sweet message, unique to each soldier, to the families of each of his soldiers.

[nightghoul381]

The Devilish Jack of Hearts

Here is your gift @pondlilies00 I hope this is good enough for you!! I tried a couple of other ideas but this one flowed pretty easily so I hope I was able to do Edgar justice and that you enjoy! Also thank you @lemeowade for hosting such a fun secret santa gift exchange!! Pairing: Edgar Bright x Reader Prompt: Enemies to Lovers Genre: Fluff and light angst

“Come on now, Alice. You can’t stay in your room forever. You must be hungry by now, so why don’t you join me in the dining hall?” Edgar’s irritatingly chipper voice seeped through the cracks in the door and you let out a deep sigh.

“I can stay in my room as long as I please. I don’t intend on joining you in ANYTHING, thank you very much. You’ll have to leave me alone to rot unless you let me go.”

You repeated the same words you had said every day since Edgar and Jonah had found you in the Central Quarter and dragged you back to the Red Army headquarters.

Jonah seemed to be genuinely concerned about your lack of eating and had instructed one of the servants to bring you snacks to keep your hunger at bay at the very least.

“You’re quite stubborn Alice. I’ll get through to you at some point, and you’ll be eager to have my attention.” Edgar’s chuckle faded away as he moved down the hall and you felt your shoulders finally relax.

Time ticked by, and the time that the servant typically brought your snacks came and went. You moved over to the door, unlocking it and peeking out into the hall. Your stomach had been growling and you were starting to feel incredibly thirsty as well. Where was that servant?

You spotted a flash of white and red and hastily ducked back into your room, closing the door softly and turning the lock.

Almost caught! You thought to yourself, although you’d not been doing anything wrong. You heard the sound of some heavy footsteps and clinking glasses approach your door, followed by three loud knocks.

“I’ve got your snacks, Miss Alice.”

The muffled voice sounded strange, but the hunger you felt was far greater than your apprehension and you threw open the door.

What a mistake that had been.

Edgar strode into your room, his hands holding a tray laden with various sweets and a large pitcher of ice-cold water. You felt your mouth begin to water at the sight of the delicious food, but the man carrying it made it difficult to truly let yourself get excited.

“Alice, you can’t possibly expect me to eat this all by myself can you? Come here and take a seat!” He stated, looking back at you with a knowing grin.

Damn, he must have figured out the little system you had going with Jonah and disrupted it for his own games.

“Why are you here.”

Edgar’s eyes crinkled with amusement.

“I’m here because you fascinate me. I want to know more about you,” he explained plainly.

“Well, I’m not some sort of spectacle for you to gawk at. So, if you don’t mind, leave.”

You motioned forcefully toward the door, frustration building as you watched Edgar slide out a chair and make himself comfortable instead.

“I wasn’t joking when I said I can’t eat all of this by myself,” was all he said before he started tearing into the various sweets and snacks on the tray. He poured both glasses full of water and you found yourself a bit mesmerized by the way his throat bobbed up and down as he swallowed.

How is it that you’re so hungry and yet your mouth has now grown drier than a desert?

Much to your chagrin, Edgar catches you staring and throws you a saucy wink.

“I’m not the treat, you silly girl, come eat some actual food.”

You felt your face flush bright red and absentmindedly stumbled over to the table where Edgar quickly jumped up and pulled out your chair.

“I…um…thank you,” you mutter, crossing your arms over your chest and keeping your eyes trained on the table.

The soft warmth of a gloved finger touches your chin and turns your face to look at him.

You jerk your head back and begin aggressively stuffing your cheeks with strawberry macarons.

A low chuckle sounds near your ear but you do your best to ignore it and its owner, hurriedly finishing off the food and drink and excusing yourself to the bathroom adjoined to your room. You sat waiting for Edgar to leave, finally hearing a faint farewell and the sound of the door closing behind you.

Thus began the long pattern of Edgar intercepting the servant and bringing the food to your room instead.

You tried to fight it at first, but after three days of Edgar being the one to offer you the food, your hunger won out and you allowed him in.

Once again, he pulled out the chair for you and proceeded to take a seat himself.

Rinse and repeat, day in and day out.

Eventually, you had become accustomed to seeing Edgar’s vibrant green eyes crinkle with amusement as you sigh and let him in. You begin to answer his probing questions, throwing in some of your own. Like it or not, even though you were being held captive by the Red Army and the Jack of Hearts, you were beginning to enjoy his company.

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Curled in your bed one day—a gloomy, overcast day—you find yourself anxiously awaiting Edgar’s appearance.

You had been fighting internally for over a week now, trying desperately to deny the fact that, despite him being the enemy, you could feel yourself becoming more and more drawn to him.

There was something so enticing about his charm and charisma that you couldn’t help but be moved by. He managed to make you laugh and your thoughts drifted to him more often than not.

Today when you heard the knock you bounced up, excitedly moving toward the door only to be greeted by an unfamiliar face.

“Hello, Miss Alice, I’ve brought you snacks as the Queen of Hearts has instructed,” the young man stated, bowing his head, and holding out a comparatively sparse tray of food.

“Oh… thank you,” you murmur, accepting the tray and watching as the servant scurries off down the hall.

The day repeated itself, the young man bringing you your treats and growing increasingly more uncomfortable as you find it harder to hide your disappointment.

By the time a few weeks had passed, you’d grown incredibly anxious to see Edgar again, to make sure he was okay at the very least. Right on schedule the servant came and delivered your food, but this time you stopped him from leaving immediately.

“Um, would you mind telling me… where is Edgar? I just…haven’t seen him in a while, which is a bit odd…” Even as the words left your mouth, you could feel your shame warming your cheeks.

Why not just come right out and say you miss him while you’re at it! You scold yourself for being so obvious.

“Oh, I thought you knew… we launched the attack on the Black Army… He’s been on the front lines.”

At this, the young man departed and you felt your heart clamoring in your chest.

He’s on the front lines. Was he okay? Did he get hurt? Was he being careful? Worried thoughts swirl through your mind and you slump down in a chair beside the table.

The thought of never seeing Edgar’s princely smile and hearing his melodic voice forces an intense wave of longing to wash over you. You lean over the table, laying your head against the cool wood surface and letting a single tear fall from your eye.

You know there’s no point in getting upset, besides you’re going to be leaving, returning to the Land of Reason soon enough.

You suddenly realize that you may never see Edgar ever again. Once you went to the Land of Reason, there was no point in coming back to Cradle after all. A few more days pass as you struggle to try to come to terms with your unwarranted disappointment.

Late in the night, you hear another knock at your door. You’d already received your food for the day and figure it must be a mistake. At first, you just ignore it; hopefully whoever it is will get the hint and leave if you don’t answer.

Another knock, then another. Finally, you sigh and begin to stand up when you hear.

“Come on now, Alice, this hall is particularly cold tonight. Won’t you let me in?”

You feel your breath catch in your throat. Were you hearing things? There’s no way he should be here right now, not if they were in the middle of a war.

You stop in your tracks, wondering if you’re just tired and imagining things.

“Please Alice, I wasn’t joking… It’s really cold out here.”

Your heart begins to race in anticipation. You ran toward the door, throwing it open haphazardly.

There he was, he was here, he was fine.

Without realizing it, you throw yourself into his arms and hug him, burying your face against his chest and clinging tightly to him.

“Well now, I suppose if you’re going to do this then the hall won’t be nearly as cold.”

His familiar chuckle fills your ears and you feel a sense of calm settle over you. Stepping back, you look up into his deep emerald eyes and search his gaze.

The tender look on his face made your pulse pound louder in your ears and his hand gently moved to brush a lock of hair behind your ear.

“I missed you too, Alice,” he purred, leaning his face achingly close.

“… I never said I missed you,” you whisper, feeling the warmth of his breath against your lips.

Edgar’s mouth quirks up in a smile. “You didn’t have to.”

In that moment you feel the soft pressure of his lips against yours. All of the anxiety you’d been feeling falls away as you give yourself over to his kiss. Your mind fills with relief and passionate longing as you continued to move your mouths together.

“Stay with me, Alice?” He whispered, his eyes scanning your face with a fervent neediness and you could do nothing but nod and pull him in for another kiss.

How is it that you had ever wanted to leave this man? You can’t imagine your life without him and his absence had been exactly what gave away how deeply you had fallen for him.

You knew his words held so much more weight than just asking you to stay for the night. The earnestness in his expression told you as much. The passion with which his lips attacked yours and you returned made one thing achingly clear: Your heart had been stolen by the devilish Jack of Hearts, and you had no intention of taking it back.

[ikemen-trifecta]

I'm very proud of the last one. –Edi

[misty-moth]

is giving

[shuubah]

When fluff is life, and Luka the angel stands above all! 💜😤

[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: what they say instead of i love you.

WARNINGS: none!! :D

COMMENTS: why is everything i write for the red army?! um easy answer dont answer that I KNOW WHY i love them and i dont know the black army that well at all ok THANK YOU BYE

lancelot says “why do you care about me?” to tell you that caring for him isn’t necessary, that he doesn't need to be held, that he can bear the weight of the world. he says it to you because he doesn’t want you to get involved. if you were to be hurt, he doesn’t know what he would do with himself. he needs to be stronger, he needs to hold on, he needs to make things better for you.

jonah says “there aren’t enough strawberries on this!” because he wants you to have only the best of everything he can give. it’s a bit embarrassing to be pampered like this, and he knows you feel that way, but he can’t help himself. if you want to indulge in his favorite dish with him, it has to be perfect, just like you.

edgar says “let me hold you” because he still isn’t sure if he should. you’ve made it plenty clear that you still want to be with him, through thick and thin and anything that comes your way, but he has blood on his hands that he’ll never wash off. your acceptance, to him, is like saying “i love you too.”

zero says “please be safe” because he only ever wishes to see you smile. he knows it’s impossible to protect you from everything, but that doesn’t stop him from wanting to try, from wanting to do his absolute best. he loves you so much, so very dearly, that he wants nothing but the best for you now and forever.

kyle says “take care of yourself.” he doesn’t say please because he isn’t asking, he’s demanding that you stay healthy and happy and safe, because he never wants to see you in his clinic unless it's for annual checkups. you’re the last person he wants to see suffering, the last he wants to see bleeding, the last he wants to see frowning.

[flash-exchange]

Manners are important!

Characters: Edgar & Rio Writers: @yarnnerdally @claviscollections @cheese-ception Rating: all ages Warnings: none Notes: We played Frantic Fanfic in voice chat and decided it was too much fun not to share it. Strap in for the chaos! (3 minutes mode)

Manners Are Important!

"Really, Edgar. That's no way to treat the love of your life!" Rio said, his face stern as he saw the way Alice flushed from embarrassment.

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It was a wonder Edgar had even found anyone, Rio thought to himself. What happened to manners, friendship, and following her around like the cutest puppy in the lands? No one could

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win a lady over by just showing her ducks and dangling jellybeans just out of her reach… surely? Not to mention the constant teasing. How could she possibly enjoy that more than spending time with him, her most loyal attendant.

[ikemen-obssessed]

STFU this is too funny

[xxsycamore]

I'm sneaking under the wire for a mlm request! Does Edgar/Zero in a coffeeshop AU spark joy? :D

It definitely DOES. I was looking forward to you sending something 🥺🥺❤�� Hope you enjoy, darling!!

[ 🌈 part of the character x character or genderbent!character x mc requests🌈 ]

For Different Universe, Same Love content creation challenge, hosted by @queengiuliettafirstlady and me.

𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏 𝐀𝐔 ┅┅┅Edgar x Zero

𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡

"No coffee biscuit this time? Aww, I'm hurt."

"Sir if you want more biscuits, go to the store. This is the third time you've asked for one since you're here."

Holding the stirring spoon between his thumb and his index finger, the gracious manners of the annoying regular, as usual, don't end there: his posture, his business suit, his neatly combed bangs, everything about him is proper and elegant. One would think he prefers his coffee black like his soul, based on the vibes oozing out of him. Yet the fucker asks for the most sugary concoction known to humankind and Zero has to call it coffee while placing it down on his table. He's always alone. He always asks for more biscuits.

"We're out of biscuits for the day." He tries again. Unfortunately, his co-worker Kyle is nowhere to be seen to bail him out with a made-up excuse that he's needed inside. It's not a busy day either.

"A smile might be good. Or have they started replacing waiters with robots already? My, you can't tell the difference these days."

Rude. But if a smile is enough to make up for the cheap biscuit and he'll quietly return to consuming his sugary concoction, then...

Zero puts on his best smile, hoping it's not too awkward. He quickly grabs his tray and turns on his toe a second later, before the annoying regular can open his mouth to say something smart again.

Strangely it never comes to his ears, even in the form of an echo somewhere in the distance. He must be too stunned to speak, or maybe he's at long last choking on the amount of sugar he consumed.

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everyday I cry a little knowing that Edgar will never get his through the looking glass route