#ikemen kyle

[lichtluv]

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── ★ ─── ˎˊ˗‧₊˚.

𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦,

𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸.

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── ★ ─── ˎˊ˗‧₊˚.

~ 𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝.

[y2ashlee]

I started playing Ikemen Revolution

I soon as I saw Kyle’s pouting face I was wondering where I had seen it before.

And then it hit me. And I knew I had seen it before!!

It’s the same pouting face as alt!/Wicked! Keith!!

[xxsycamore]

Welcome back and also congrats on 1500 followers!! 😱❤️🎉🎉🎉 It's great to see you back too! 🥺

May I request IkeRev Kyle with 😘 or 😊?

Thank you so much! It's good to be back 🥹 Now, how am I going to pick??

[😊] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝙺𝚢𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚢𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔…

KYLE:

"If you're going to miss me so much, why don't you just come to the tavern with me?"

Your nose scrunches at the thought. He already knows you wouldn't want to join him and his drinking buddies, but you figure he had to try anyway. You're this close to withdrawing from where you stuck up your cheek in front of his face for a cute little goodbye kiss.

"Oh, I know what you're doing. You want a kiss now, because you're afraid I will miss the target once I've had a few. I usually don't get that drunk, you know."

...

"Wait, wait, wait. Don't go. Here—"

Kyle's hand carries the distinct scent of his profession, a somewhat sharp but not malodorous chemical smell, one you're surprised to still be able to pick so well despite spending so much time with Doctor Ash. But when that same hand captures your chin to tilt it ever so slightly to the side, the scent is more potent; so is the bubbling feeling in your belly. When Kyle's gentle lips place a peck on your already warm cheek, you find yourself regretting your previous modesty. Next time, you tell yourself, next time you're either going out with him so that you're not condemned to thinking about him all evening while he's away - or you're asking for a proper kiss on the lips.

∎Steal My Heart!! - xxsycamore’s 1500 followers celebration event| 💌 event masterlist

[yarnnerdally]

For the Be My Valentine Content Creation Challenge. Thanks so much @xxsycamore and @chaosangel767 for putting this on! I've gotten a few done and I'll post them all soon, but here's the first!

Stupid Cupid

Pairing: Kyle Ash/Reader Rating: T Prompt: "I've been hit with Cupid's Arrow" (thanks @voltage-vixen!) Tags: cw: alcohol, romance, Valentine's Day, fluff Word Count: 645

           

            The chill in the air refused to subside even as the sun shone bright. A bare dusting of snow could be seen blanketing Cradle and despite the brightness of the sun, there would be no chance for it to melt with how cold it was. You and Kyle had gone to the Central Quarter to get some shopping done, mostly for restocking supplies for the infirmary. Thankfully his hand was warm in yours as you walked, noses growing rosier as the day went on. The shopping didn’t take long and you both decided to have an impromptu date and headed to the tavern, Oasis. Dum was cordial, as usual, and waved to you.

            “Hey, love birds. Got a new drink on the menu. A special for Valentine’s Day,” Dum stated as he walked over, nonchalantly draping his drying rag over his shoulder. Your brows rose while Kyle’s brow furrowed. “It’s got honey whiskey, apricot syrup, and blackberry juice. Along with a couple other things.”

            “I’ll stick to an ale. Your specialty drinks tend to be trouble,” the doctor chastised lightly. You giggled a little and nudged Kyle’s knee with your own.

            “Well, good thing I have you to look after me. That sounds very interesting, Dum. Could you make me one?” Kyle sighed next to you. You were just as stubborn as he was and knew, especially if the drink had plenty of sweet fruit juice, you couldn’t resist. Dum grinned, nodded, and went to get started on their order. You looked to Kyle who was still frowning slightly. “You okay?” He sighed and rested his head in his hand, elbow on the table as he looked at you.

            “Yeah, I’m fine. Just wanna make sure you’ll be okay,” he said, reaching to you with his other hand and tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. You grinned and leaned forward, pressing a chaste kiss to Kyle’s nose. He began to flush a little, the tips of his ears turning to match his hair.

            “You’re sweet. Thank you for worrying about me.” Your drinks came soon enough and, wisely, you both waited to indulge until you’d eaten. The drink looked fairly usual despite its dark, somewhat purple color. You took a cautious sip before letting out a pleased hum. “Oh. This is good.” Kyle chuckled a little and ruffled your hair lightly. The drink warmed you to your toes and it went down rather easily. Despite a small warning from Kyle, the first dink went down easily and soon a second followed. The rest of the night passed as usual and soon both of you made your way back to the Red Army’s Headquarters, though you clung to Kyle as you went along.

            “Remind me to cut you off after one,” he said lightly, still supporting you and chuckling as you hummed happily beside him. You looked up to him and pouted, sticking your tongue out a little at him.

            “It’s not my fault you’re so lovely~” you purred, causing the doctor to flush again. He paused your walking and looked at you squarely before sighing. “What?” He sighed and shook his head.

            “Nothing. You’re just a little drunk,” he commented before making sure that his grip on your waist was solid enough to help you walk as your gait swayed just a little.

            “Not drunk, Kyle. Just. I was hit. With Cupid’s Arrow,” you giggled, taking full advantage of the situation and wrapping your arm around his waist to hold on to him. “That was the name of the drink, after all,” you added, your grin blindingly bright as you looked up to him with flush cheeks. He sighed and held onto you a little tighter, a grin unable to stay away from his face. You were right, of course. A small chuckle made it past Kyle’s lips.

            “Cutie. Let’s go home, yeah?”

[ike-garden2024]

Sooooo Kyle with his hair back 🤔… not my preferred look on him 😂

I love his regular hairstyle 🤭💖

[ikemenscreenshotoftheday]

08/10 BAHAHAHAAH DONT DO ME LIKE THAT

[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: you call on your favorite doctor to help you out with some chilly problems

WARNINGS: none!! :D

COMMENTS: just figured out winter itch is a thing!? i kidna miss kyle shhh dont tell him

this is unedited because i wanted to take a break from work LMAOO if theres a typpo NO THERE ISNT!!!!!

TAGLIST: obligatory @vivislosingitagain tag

you sigh as kyle’s hands work against your thigh, rubbing in the lavender scented lotion jonah was kind enough to purchase you a few weeks back. his hands are gentle as they massage your skin, and if it wasn’t for the irritation across your hips and legs, you would almost think of this as romantic.

“get some unscented lotion next time. and make sure you’re showering with lukewarm water, hon.” he purses his lips, looking up at you through his pretty eyelashes, “and come to me if it gets worse.”

“i will, doctor kyle.” you smile, smug as ever when his cheeks glow pink, “nobody could treat me better.”

“don’t say things like that.” he huffs, pinching the fat of your left thigh.

it’s such a gentle pinch that it feels more like he’s tickling you. you giggle under your breath, and he smiles.

“thank you.” you murmur when he finishes, knowing he didn’t have to take care of you but decided to anyway.

“yeah, of course.” he smiles, pushing himself up from his position on the floor.

he tilts your chin up and steals a soft kiss from you, nuzzling his nose against yours as he pulls away. you find yourself frozen for just a moment before you jolt forward, kissing him again.

you whisper i love you’s against his mouth and he returns them, smiling hard enough to hurt his pink cheeks.

oh, how you adore him.

and so you kiss him again, cupping his face and pulling him close, melting away the irritation from hours before with sweetness from your beloved.

[renwritesrandomthings]

Ikerev Manga Kyle OvO 🐷

[natimiles]

Savage

[askkyledoctorash]

im not dead.

I had a new recruit come in today surprised to see me because he thought I died. I asked him where he got a crazy idea like that and he sent me here. So. With that out of the Way.

Heya, I’m Kyle Ash. I’m a Physician. I like to drink, I am alive. And my Life Rocks.

You can talk to me about whatever, ask me questions, Gossip, I might not answer all the time but i’ll try ~☆

Not much else to say, Heres me~

[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.

[lichtluv]

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛

𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐩.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

↪𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙩 𝙫𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙗𝙤𝙖𝙧𝙙.

[ikemen-obssessed]

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

[incorrectikemenrevolution]

IKEMEN’S BIGGEST LOSER: RIO ORTIZ!!

as voted by the people: beating clavis with 55% of the votes!

we had around 102 people voting each round, thank you so much for your participation! this was a lot of fun to make, i hope you enjoyed as much as i did!

top four biggest losers:

1. rio ortiz

2. clavis lelouch

3. kyle ash

4. isaac newton

HONORABLE MENTIONS:

the smallest of the biggest losers (character with the least votes):

oliver knight (26 votes out of 101)

closest match:

arthur conan doyle vs rio ortiz (arthur (50 votes) vs rio (51 votes))

better luck next time arthur

[ike-garden2024]

⇒ The Record Keeper and New Beginnings ⇐

Here’s the standalone fic I wrote as a fun way to introduce my upcoming Ikemen Revolution story. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy it!

Word Count: 2971   Content Warning: Some self aware characters  Series: Ikemen Revolution  POV: 3rd Person  Summary: Blanc gathers everyone to share some important, exciting, and scary news to the rest of the cast. Oliver ends up with many questions and Blanc gives him answers he doesn’t have time to process.

As another day comes to an end, warm hues of red and orange color the sky as the sun takes its final gaze upon the city. It’s noisy but comforting all the same. 

Tick. Tock. “Oh my, it’s getting rather late indeed. I wonder if everything is ready…” Despite his words, steam continued to pool from the hot teacup sitting in his hands, his glasses falling victim to it as he brought it near his lips. The peaceful moment comes to an end as someone angrily opens the door.

“You dumb rabbit! Why are you still here?! Everyone is waiting for you!” A child storms in with more annoyance than his little body can handle.

Blanc softly chuckles, “Yes, you’re right, Oliver. My apologies, I simply couldn’t help it… It’s a lovely sight. "

"What are you going on about this time?” Oliver questions as he begins to walk towards the window.

A soft, distant look settles into Blanc’s eyes, “Nothing… I was simply admiring our lovely home.” He sets the teacup down and begins to walk towards the door, “Let’s get going, there’s important news to share, so we mustn’t keep them waiting.”

Oliver quickly glances out the window, “admiring cradle?...” he mutters to himself before following the man out to the hallway. 

“You made sure to invite everyone?” Blanc says in an inquisitive tone.

This not being the first time he hears the question, Oliver deeply sighs before answering, “Is old age finally starting to take effect?”

Deciding not to respond, Blanc laughs at his friend’s words; they never lose their edge. A sense of comfort settles into the air as their exchange feels as old as time.  

As they continue to make their way down the hall, Blanc asks, “Have you ever wondered what Cradle will be like in the future?”

Oliver hesitates before quietly responding, “Of course I have… but wondering is pointless. I know I’ll see it eventually.” Blanc simply hums with a smile; there’s no need to say more as both are aware of Oliver’s unique situation that kept him forever young.

Blanc speeds up his pace before turning to Oliver. He winks at his friend as he points out the window, “Don’t look so down, it’s just about that time of day.”

Before Oliver has a chance to respond, a blinding light flashes and now in place of where Oliver the child stood, was a tall, dark-haired man. “Finally,” he says in an exasperated tone, “let’s get this over with.”

He begins to walk away. Now an adult, Oliver’s strides are much longer, reducing the amount of time it would take them to get to the meeting hall.

Several muffled voices could be heard through the door, some excited while others seemed bored. They had no idea why they were all summoned; the invitation mysteriously said:

“This is ridiculous. Why have we all been summoned? They’re wasting our King’s time.” Jonah’s irritated tone made it clear he didn’t appreciate Blanc and Oliver’s plans.

“Come now, aren’t you excited for what’s to come? A new journey sounds fascinating.” Edgar countered Jonah’s words, clearly amused by the entire set-up. 

“The only journey I want to take is the one to meet the bottom of a bottle,” Kyle mutters to himself as he rubs his eyes.

Unfortunately, his comment does not go unheard. “You won’t perish from one alcohol-free night,” Jonah remarks.

“Withdrawal symptoms can vary,” Kyle shrugs lazily in response. Both Lancelot and Zero ignore their chatter, choosing to quietly wait against the wall.

“He should leave…” Luka mumbles under his breath. Too bad for him. Seth has good hearing.

“Ahaha! Now, Luka, no one wants to receive severe punishment.” Seth beams at Luka, earning a slight pout from him.

“He complains too much,” Luka retorts, but this time, Sirius is quick to respond. “Can’t say that I blame him this time. The hosts are late.”

Both Seth and Luka glance at each other with a thoughtful look. It did seem strange that Blanc and Oliver were late. Usually, for any formal meeting, Blanc was always the first one there, waiting for everyone else to arrive. For him to be late meant that something must be keeping him.

The Black Army members continue to exchange looks, having a silent conversation until finally Fenrir asks, “What are we thinking, Boss?” He turns to look at Ray, who hasn’t made a single comment. 

Ray was unreadable as usual, and instead of answering Fenrir, he began to scan the entire room; his eyes stopping at each group. Alice was laughing with Loki and Harr, Dean and Mousse in serious conversation, the Red Army chatting, and a few others, but beyond that, there were more. While not visible, Ray could feel there were eyes watching the room from a distance. Finally, his eyes met Lancelot; this alone was enough for both to realize they had noticed the same thing. 

“Our sincerest apologies for the wait,” Blanc says in a loud voice, making sure everyone can hear him as he walks into the room, Oliver following behind him.

“Please gather around and come forward,” Blanc continues. “There’s something important we must discuss.” He softly smiles in an attempt to ease the tension in the room. 

“There are a few missing,” Oliver whispers to Blanc. “Not missing, you just can’t see them,” Blanc reassures him. He’s not wrong. Just outside the windows of the room, those who were summoned from the Magic Tower quietly watched the events unfold.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I summoned you all.” Blanc pauses and takes a look at everyone before continuing, “It’s time for something new. To put it simply, we’ll be part of a new story.” Everyone looks at him in shock, including Oliver, not fully understanding what he was talking about.

“I’m sure that’s confusing. Let me explain.” Blanc says as he pulls out his record book. “We are all characters in a story. And every now and then, people who enjoy our story will make their own creations that include us. Someone has recently decided to write a story about us. This means we will be leaving here and entering the world they created for us.” He finally finishes his explanation, but it only raises more questions. 

Quiet remarks and growing concern were heard, slowly getting louder, but Lancelot silences the room with one word, “enough.” They all turn to him seeking guidance.

Lancelot turns to Ray, who nods at him once, a signal to keep going. “White Rabbit, are your words true?” Lancelot questions Blanc.

“Yes,” he begins to answer. “Nothing I said was a lie,” he finishes.

“This is difficult to accept as a fact,” Lancelot squints suspiciously as he moves the conversation forward. “What you’re claiming is impossible.” Immediately, Blanc counters, “Is it?” He smiles.

“We live in a world full of magic, you know. It’s what separates us from the land of reason…” He begins to scribble something in his book of records. “There are many different kinds of magic…” A blue light begins to shine from within the book. “I ask that you all keep an open mind. The impossible can be quite fun… wouldn’t you agree, Alice?” 

Blanc turns to look at the only person in the room who had experienced what different worlds are like. Alice’s eyes slightly widened. “Oh, well I… it does seem possible-”

Jonah cuts her off. “How does any of this seem possible??” Lancelot places a hand on Jonah’s shoulder and looks at Alice, urging her to continue.

“If someone had told me about Cradle back when I was in the land of reason, I wouldn’t have believed them… but I’ve fallen from the sky and seen so much magic here… it’s hard for me not to consider what Blanc says as truth.” She smiles. “I’m excited to see what Blanc is talking about!” 

“Thank you, my dear sweet Alice,” Blanc pats her head affectionately. “However, I’m afraid I must inform you that you will not be an active character in the story.” Her eyes widened at this.

“WHAAAAT!?!” Seth screams as he hugs Alice. “What kind of horrible story are you sending us to!?!” His arms further tighten around Alice.

Blanc laughs. “I assure you, the story is wonderful. There will be new people for you to meet.”

This doesn’t reassure Seth at all, or anyone else for that matter, but Alice speaks up with a smile. “That’s okay. I know you’ll all be okay and happy wherever you go. So… please enjoy the new world for me! I’ll come haunt you if you don’t,” she laughs lightly. It’s obvious she wants to ease everyone’s worry, and it somewhat works. Seth finally releases her, and everyone begins to look at Alice sadly. 

“It’s time to say goodbye, everyone,” Blanc warns as he finalizes what he’s written in his book of records. Many tears are shed; some don’t want to let go after hugging Alice. They say their goodbyes, sharing silly memories to make each other laugh.

Despite the emotional scene going on, Blanc had a calm, warm expression on his face; Oliver, who had been silent and off to the side the entire time, took notice of this and found it odd. With his focus completely on Blanc, he failed to notice Alice approaching him to offer nice words and a hug.

Soon everyone gets back in line, forming a semicircle around Blanc, whose book of records was glowing slightly. “I will recite the final lines as I write them. The spell of new beginnings will then activate.”

The book of records began to glow brightly and float in the air. Glitter like sparkles began to float everywhere, attaching itself to everyone, causing a fading effect. Everyone slowly began to disappear. Confusion could be found on every face in the room as each person tried to reach out towards their friends, but there was no point.

Lancelot, Ray, and Harr remained as calm as they could in an attempt to offer reassurance to those around them. Loki desperately tried to hold Harr, but his hands ran right through his body. He began to cry helplessly on the floor. Seeing this, Alice couldn’t hold herself any longer. Deep down, she was incredibly terrified of what was to come. As silent tears streamed down her face, Ray and Lancelot stood before her, smiling. In return, she smiled at them. Mustering all the final courage she could find, she walked towards Blanc, taking a position where she could see everyone one last time.

Finally, she politely bowed towards everyone, “Thank you for everything. You’re all so wonderful…” She lifted her head. “I love you all.” She smiled before fully disappearing into the air, sparkles falling towards the ground.

No one knew what to say or do. There’s nothing they can do except watch each other disappear. Jonah walks towards Luka, who began to cry when Alice disappeared. The brothers look at each other. There are so many words they want to say, but time didn’t allow for it. Making a decision, Jonah smiles at Luka, “My dear sweet Luka,” he affectionately says as he reaches out towards his brother before vanishing like Alice. Almost immediately after, Luka is gone as well.

Seth sits beside his sister, who was trying to remain calm by talking about random things, but her body was shaking from fear and anxiety. Unable to do anything, he simply smiled and followed her lead. Not long after, they disappear together. One by one, each person vanishes, leaving a trail of glitter fallen on the ground. 

Only Ray and Lancelot remain in the end. They walk towards Blanc, who wasn’t surrounded by the magical light. Ray begins to speak, “No one else seemed to notice but…”

“Why are you and Oliver the only ones who aren’t covered in magic?” Lancelot finishes Ray’s question.

Blanc hums, “I have a stop to make before joining the rest of you. Oliver will be assisting me.” He turns to smile at Oliver. The two leaders nod, accepting his reasoning.

“We’ll be looking for you when everything is settled.” Ray makes arrangements. Again, Blanc hums and nods as he watches the Kings disappear. 

“My assistance?” Oliver questions Blanc, who is now writing something new in the record book.

“I only need to pick up a new book from the library. We’ll be joining them after,” Blanc assures him as a blinding light flashes. 

Affected by the bright flash, Oliver rubs his eyes, trying to gain his vision back. When he finally does, he’s met with a white room full of what seemed like endless columns of books. 

“What is this place?” Oliver questions.

“It’s the records library. It holds everything,” Blanc responds as he walks towards a column.

“This is where you keep all of Cradle’s records?” Oliver follows behind Blanc so he doesn’t get lost.

“Not quite. This place holds much more than just Cradle’s records,” Blanc begins to explain. “This is where all the worlds are collected. I mentioned before that we'll be going to a new world. This is where the records of that world will go. See, we’re part of a storyline created by a bird—”

“A bird?” Oliver cuts off Blanc with an annoyed look on his face.

“A clever name, isn’t it?… These storylines that they create are enjoyed by many people all around the world. These people are inspired and create their own works of art based on our stories, creating different worlds and timelines,” Blanc finishes his explanation as he finds the book he’s looking for.

Oliver doesn’t fully believe Blanc but is unable to fully call all of this a lie. He feels strange, almost like déjà vu. However, he can’t remember ever being in the library before. 

“You always feel the same, Oliver,” Blanc chuckles. “Yes, you’ve been here before, and… we’ve had this same conversation many, many times.” Blanc looks around the library as if to show Oliver the amount.

“Why don’t I remember anything?” Oliver asks as he holds his head.

“We’re not supposed to remember any of it,” Blanc whispers sadly. “Whenever a new world begins, there is a reset here in the main storyline. Everyone disappeared right now, but by dawn tomorrow, everything will be back to normal, and everyone will go about their lives as usual. We who “disappear” are transferred over to the new world, our current memories wiped, making space for all new memories to be placed.” Blanc looks at Oliver, trying to gauge his reaction this time.

“Why do you remember everything?” Oliver’s questions continue.

“I don’t, it’s just that when I reset here in Cradle, I always find the library and all the worlds… I find out by reading the records. But I will not remember anything once we get to the new world.” Blanc finishes explaining.

“What exactly is the point of telling everyone they’re going to a new world before casting the spell?” Oliver still has questions.

“A courtesy of mine,” it’s a simple answer but it reflects the respect Blanc holds for everyone. 

“Would you like to see her?” Blanc asks, already knowing what the next question is. “She’s lovely,” Blanc comments as he conjures up a cloud of light.

Oliver’s eyes widen at what he sees. It’s a young woman with long, deep brown hair, busy with something on the table in front of her. The girl looks up and turns to her left as though someone had called her. Before the image disappears, Oliver catches a glimpse of her warm smile and welcoming eyes.

“That was ▧▨▧▨ , She’s going to ▧▨▧▨, it’s always exciting to ▧▨▧▨” Oliver can’t fully make out what Blanc is saying. “Oh dear, it seems our time is up… that’s alright, I ▧▨▧▨ so things should ▧▨▧▨”

“Wait, what?” Oliver says, confused. He can’t hear Blanc completely. That’s when he notices that they’re both starting to disappear.

Oliver looks up at Blanc and he’s met with a reassuring smile. “We’ll meet again, my dear friend…”

A bright light flashes one final time, and the pair disappear along with the new record book.

The library is once again empty yet full of life. 

“Ver-… liver-… Oliver…” Oliver opens his eyes, the sun shining through the window. Blanc is calling him, “It’s getting rather late. Your store opens soon, doesn’t it?” Blanc says as he opens the curtain more.

Oliver sits up with a confused look on his face, “Rabbit…?” Oliver questions as he holds his head almost in pain.

Blanc turns to him, “Are you feeling alright?”

Oliver closes his eyes and rubs his temples, “I’m fine. I just had a strange dream… I was about to tell you something, but I can’t remember…”

Blanc smiles softly and he begins to walk out the door, “I’m flattered you think of me even in your dreams.” 

“Wait,” Oliver stops him. “What’s today’s date?”

Blanc looks at him curiously before answering, “January 6, 2025. Why do you ask?”

“No reason,” Oliver responds lazily as he gets up to look out the window. “I forgot the date is all…”

Blanc hums before leaving the room, already thinking of a tea that would help his little friend with his headache.

Oliver quietly continues to gaze out the window in a daze, taking in the sight of Cradle...

Hikari's note: Wahhhhhhhh thanks so much for being here! Admittedly I’m nervous as hell because this is my first time sharing a creation of mine, but it’s okay 😂 I’m so excited to share this project with everyone. For some of you, IkeRev might not be a series you’re interested in and I get it, the series is discontinued. But for me, that’s exactly what sparked this story idea (& my love for Rev of course). So if you’ve decided to give it a chance, I hope that you’ll enjoy the story that will come with my OC. The purpose of this standalone fic is mainly to kick off the debut of my OC and her story. I'd also like to give special thanks to  @ragyragd0ll @missaengg @william-rex! They've been super helpful throughout this whole process and I don't think I would've gotten as far as I have without their support. Since it’s my first time fully flushing out a story please expect many mistakes and mid level writing 😅 I hope to improve as I continue writing. Thank you for your support & patience!

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