#ikemen revolution fanfiction | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

xxsycamore · 2 years ago

Text

𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐁𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬. . . Blanc X MC

↬ A rainy afternoon shouldn't get in the way of Blanc's sweet teatime with Alice!

Blanc Lapin x MC (Alice) • rating: G • tags: Fluff; Rain; Tea Parties; Kissing; Magic • wordcount: 1,481•masterlist

a/n: the weather outside provoked me to start off early with the challenge 👉🏻👈🏻 this is for day 8 of Spring Showers Spring Flowers by @aquagirl1978 & @violettduchess - Prompt: Rainy Days (fluff) - special tags for @vivifucksthevillian @viohasgoneintothewoods @katriniac

"Umm, Blanc… are you sure that we should be here?"

Despite the evident concern in her tone, Alice takes another sip from her cup, enjoying her tea. This impromptu tea party came out of nowhere, but she couldn't refuse Blanc's kind offer…

She'd just come to the Civic Center awhile ago to bring Blanc his lunch, seeing as her distracted White Rabbit had forgotten it again at home… She'd made it right on time for his lunch break, but was quite surprised when Blanc asked for her company. Exiting the office in flavor of finding some place more suited for having a meal, Alice's next surprise was seeing him begin to brew tea. And then the feeling grew tenfold as Blanc began climbing the stairs to the rooftop, where the Garden is situated.

"Why yes, we're merely having some tea, I don't see the harm in that. I'd hate to get you in trouble, dear Alice, I merely wanted to enjoy your company in a place that compliments your beauty…"

Blanc stirs his tea, smiling politely and prompting her to taste the food as well. She'd made enough for him to be sated and more, and a shared meal is always a tastier meal… maybe it's because of believing in this philosophy why Alice complies and nods, returning the smile. Oh, it really is tasty!

"The table looks even bigger when the seats are empty, somehow… there's this energy about this place even when we're alone here."

Blanc hums approvingly, gracious even in his chewing. He pats over his mouth with a handkerchief, manners on point as if this really is one of those special meetings of the top officers of the two armies. Their respective flags waver slightly in the wind, standing proud on their tall poles on either side of the table.

"Aren't you feeling calm in my company, Alice?"

The question gets her off-guard, the tea cup trembling for a second in her hands. She takes another sip.

"Uh-huh! I do. Thank you for bringing me here, it's not every day that I get to enjoy tea in such a place!"

While admiring the scenery, Alice notes how the grey clouds overhead add to the beauty of it, instead of ruining it, strange as it is. It's a pretty unique feeling. Gray days are almost never pretty, but from up here it's different. The budding nature enveloping the Garden adds enough color to contrast with the sky, and the temperature is not unpleasantly low at all. It's a typical spring day.

Well, it wouldn't be one without rain. And so the rain arrives.

Plop.

"Ahh, a raindrop fell into my tea… Haha…"

Blanc's beautiful white lashes flutter and show more of the pretty color of his peach-colored eyes behind the lenses of his glasses, as his attention is drawn to the cup, after Alice's comment. He's quick to react, much to Alice's surprise, as he jumps to his feet and opens his coat to reveal a foldable umbrella… so he predicted that this might happen?

"This is no ordinary umbrella, Alice. It's one of Oliver's newest inventions, you see. I think today makes the perfect chance for us to put it to the test."

Alice blinks but is just as curious as Blanc appears to be, scooting closer to his side. Of course Oliver makes poor Blanc his test bunny that is supposed to report obediently afterwards… she can only hope the invention is harmless. Considering how much of Fenrir's infamous guns are created where this umbrella came from…

"We unfold it like this, and the magic crystal in the handle does the rest of the job!"

Blanc explains, giving himself an aura of someone who knows what he's doing. Fortunately, it goes as he says, the crystal starting to shine as the umbrella is unfolded… and it starts to grow?!

The fabric held on the metal rods stretches out until it reaches the size of a sunshade, like the ones that can be seen in one of those cute outdoor cafes in central.

"Are those… balloons?"

The worries about Blanc suddenly having to hold the weight of that large thing start to disappear as Alice observes dozens of detached balloons inflate under the umbrella, making it float graciously in the air.

"Ahh, good, it didn't fly away! Oliver's main concern was that the balloons would either be too few or too many for its mass. As always, his calculations are top notch."

As more raindrops fall, Alice feels the need to snap out of her awe and take refuge under the parasol, along with her tea cup.

"And now, we can resume our tea time."

Blanc looks at Alice and they exchange a sweet smile. The food is finished and put away, and the rain becomes but a soundtrack to the tranquil afternoon.

"Ah, Alice, please come closer. I don't want the rain to get to you, and besides, you must be getting cold."

Blanc is… offering his lap. True, the parasol is large, but Alice really does feel the raindrops hitting her arm occasionally… oh well. Maybe it won't hurt, just this once.

"If you'd excuse me…"

Ah, this is bad. Her heart is going to explode, and her lips are remaining on a thin line as she attempts to drink as if nothing is happening. The lukewarm liquid is touching her mouth but she can't take in anything, fairly sure that she's going to choke the second she does.

Blanc is warm, especially his arm that wraps around her waist. That's why the invention is so clever, leaving him with two free hands… It's convenient for holding her in place, and nothing more of course, the gentleman that he is. Alice tries to concentrate on anything that is not him, in order to keep her sanity.

Nearby, the blossoming trees are standing tall in the spring shower as it starts to fall with more vigor upon them from the skies.

"Aww, I feel bad for the little buds. They're so fragile, and the rain is so strong."

Blanc follows her line of sight, chuckling softly. The sound of his laugher is more prominent when she's that close, and it sounds way more melodic too.

"They're going to be alright. Nature has its ways. Besides, they're just like you."

"?!"

Alice turns to look at Blanc, not realizing how he'd leaned closer to see better. Their faces are millimeters apart.

"Fate gave you strong rains, yet you held your head high and blossomed after each one. You're strong, Alice. And beautiful, too. You bring spring to Cradle."

Each word makes Alice's head spin more as she finds herself lavished with sweet words… she knows Blanc means each one of them deeply, his usual gentlemanly smile looking a tad more serious now. She's going to explode if he doesn't kiss her right this instant.

"Can I kiss you?"

Yes! Yes!

"Please."

Blanc's chuckle is barely audible, but she can feel it as he presses his lips to her. First, the stretch of his mouth in that sweet smile, then the parting of his lips. She eagerly answers, melting into the sweet-tasting kiss.

Blanc's lunch break draws to an end, much to their dismay. Raindrops start to fall seldom from the skies, like spring showers do, and Blanc outstretches an ungloved hand beyond the margins of the parasol to check. He then folds the umbrella, but still hurries inside with Alice, tea set safely collected as he insists he could take care of that.

"Ahh, I still worry about raindrops getting on the frames of my glasses… Do you think I can ask Oliver to create mini-umbrellas for them?"

Alice lets out a snort that grows into audible laugher, imagining how silly it would look like… but if she can find something charming in that, then the inventor surely wouldn't, and it won't go without some rude remarks. But oh well, maybe the kind heart he hides somewhere deep within would dictate the words "Fine, you stupid rabbit, ridicule yourself if you want to, I'll see what I can do."

"Anything that prevents you from taking off your glasses to wipe them and thus leaves you vulnerable is a good idea, Blanc…"

Going down the stairs with Blanc, the record keeper suddenly stops and looks and looks at her.

"I don't mind the rain, if it makes my dear little blossom show her beautiful, true colors."

With a finger behind his lips, a silent gesture to shush her, Blanc joins his colleague Mousse who seems to have used his own lunch break to its fullest, relishing in his favorite pastime of napping. At least that's what the lines on his face tell. Maybe Alice can too use a nap right now, because all that happened this afternoon felt like a dream, and it was one that ended too fast…

Taglist: @arsnovacadenza @ale-teodora @kimi00twin @otomelady @privilegedpancake @g-kleran @pumpumnnnp @thesirenwashere @ravenarld @kimmy-banana @devonares @animeworldsposts @randomanimatedhusbandoseeker @galaxyprison @sadshaxk @starshards26 @pro-cat-stination @acethephoenix256 @ikevamp-shrine-2 @nad-zeta @crystal13unny @keen19thcenturygoatsstudent @lordsister @ikemen-banshou @themysticalbeing @canaria-blackwell @otome-scribbles @rhodolitesrose @coornn @kpop-and-otome @queen-dahlia @kisara-16 @chaosangel767 @ikemenlibrary @queengiuliettafirstlady @aurora-morning @ikemenlover24 @mcofthemansion @tiny-wooden-robot @joy-the-reader @ikemen-writer @tele86 @psychodreamer666 @cilokgoang @moonstruck-writing Let me know if you want to be tagged/untagged!

#ikemen revolution #ikerev #ikemen revolution blanc #ikerev blanc #blanc lapin #ikemen revolution blanc lapin #ikemen blanc #ikemen revolution fanfiction #ikerev fluff #ikerev fanfic #ikemen series #ikeseries #cybird #spring showers spring flowers ccc

368 notes · View notes

ikemenlibrary · 11 months ago

Text

Now announcing.... 'My Ikémen Valentine' Gift Exchange!

A sweet and spicy holiday to celebrate with your true love

The fifth installment in the Ikémen Gift Exchanges hosted by @ikemenlibrary. This one’s a bit different, as it’s not for a specific fandom, but instead, a romantic holiday!

This is open to all of the current Ikémen games released in English servers!

Main Info:

Event: Gift Exchange

Fandom(s): Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Prince, Ikemen Revolution

Creation time: January 19 - February 16 Gift sharing: February 17-18

You can sign up for the exchange here

The deadline to submit your submission to join the exchange will be due on January 12.

You will have a month to create a Valentine’s gift for your recipient and an Ikémen character that they have given to you out of their list.

If you're interested in joining, please make sure to get your answers completed and sent in before January 12. You can edit your sign up form after it’s been submitted, but please make sure to let me (the host) know if you’ve done that, as I do not get notified when that happens and I want to make sure everyone’s happy with up to date information. Once the deadline passes, I will turn off the link to edit or submit so if you have any problems after then, please contact me directly.

Once I get everyone’s information organized and sorted, I will be reaching out to everyone individually on January 19 to let you know who you’ve been assigned to create for, as well as any extra information to share at that point in time.

When your application has been accepted for the gift exchange, I will reach out with a link to join the Discord server (if you aren’t already in it from previous exchanges).**

Please let me know if you have any questions! I can be reached via Tumblr DM or if you have my Discord from previous exchanges, you may find me there as well <3

Disclaimer: **Please note before signing up that I do have a Discord server that I encourage everyone to join. We’d love for all the participants (myself included!) to get to know one another, work together, and potentially help each other out within the event. We also have some fun bots to play with!

If using Discord is something you are absolutely not comfortable with, please message me before you send in an application so I am aware that you will not be joining and can mark it down on my end for organization purposes. (If I’ve spoken to you about this before, just specify in the sign up sheet, there’s no reason to need to reach out again!)

Below the cut, there is a new update to the rules I’ve previously had in place. This is also reflected in the sign up sheet. Please let me know if you have any questions!**

Can’t wait to see you all soon!

**I just wanted to give a quick update on the rules, as I have changed a few things slightly this time around.

The minimum word requirement for fanfiction updated from 800 to 850 words

The fan art requirement has been updated from being lined with a colored drawing, to also require a background as well (this can be a solid color, or scenery, or whatever you decide. The background just cannot be white (of course, special cases may occur and I will leave it up to the artists stylistic choice))

This time around, you cannot select specific characters from a list who you aren’t interested in creating for. That would be too messy with 4 fandoms. Instead, you will get more options of characters to create based on your choices you fill out on the sign up form

You must be ready to share progress during the halfway check in point via Google Drive/Docs if you are a fanfiction creator. If you do not have access to using one of these, please send me whatever you have during the check in, and I will copy it into my Google Drive. This is so if there becomes a time where you lose your progress on something other than Google, there will still be a copy existing, even if it doesn’t completely reflect your current progress.

This will all be reiterated in the information key you will be given at the time assignments go out, so don’t worry about remembering this for the time being

68 notes · View notes

fandom-collective-writers · 2 years ago

Text

Fandom: Ikemen Revolution Pairing: Jonah Clemence x female!Reader/MC Rating/Warnings: SFW; Jonah-centric POV; fluff with some angst (resolved) Word Count: 2400-ish Written by: @yanjam Prompt: A and B argue over the appropriate times to put up and take down holiday decorations

Jonah’s carriage came to a creaking stop in front of the Black Army headquarters. He saw his brother’s familiar figure waiting for him just beyond the main gates. After murmuring some instructions for the driver to wait for his return, he stepped down and huddled deeper into the plush lining of his coat. The biting cold wind felt like needles scratching at his skin.

Luka fell into step beside him as they both walked in silence towards the main building. Jonah noticed the spruce trees that lined the snowy pathway were decorated with silver bows. There were tasteful holiday tapestries hanging from balconies and windows on the higher floors. Twinkling fairy lights wrapped around vibrant green garlands that hung above the door and window frames.

“I’m surprised the Black Army is capable of such niceties,” he said half-heartedly, a weak attempt at an insult. Luka ignored him and led him up the front steps and they paused in front of the door, stomping the snow off their boots. Jonah glanced at the elaborate wreath hanging in front of him. The giant black bow tied at the bottom of the wreath looked like it was made from real silk. The embroidery was made of glittery silver thread. Luka pushed the door open and moved aside to let Jonah enter first.

It took a surprising amount of willpower to stop the audible gasp that caught at the back of Jonah’s throat. He stared wide-eyed at the entrance hall that was brilliantly lit with candles. Garlands of holly and pine wrapped around the staircase banister leading to the second floor. Similar to the exterior, black and silver bows and twinkling fairy lights decorated the doorways. An enormous Christmas tree stood in the large sitting room nearby. Large glass and ceramic ornaments hung off the branches while strings of colourful lights wrapped around the tree. The only thing missing was a tree topper.

Jonah pulled his scarf loose as he walked around slowly, scrutinizing every detail of the transformation that had taken place here. He wouldn’t call the Black Army headquarters decrepit, but from his few visits in the past he remembered it was normally utilitarian and bland. The Red Army headquarters, although regal and elegant in its own right, had yet to be decorated for the holiday season and was clearly outdone.

Luka must have read his thoughts in the expression on his face because he offered his brother a mysteriously smug smile. “I think we have the Red Army beat this year,” he said. He motioned for Jonah to follow him and they slowly circled the tree. Up close, Jonah could see that the Black Army officers had their own custom-made ornaments hanging proudly from the branches. The officers had hand-sewn snowmen crafted in their likeness. One wore the same hat and cloak as Ray, another had a belt with pistol holders similar to Fenrir. There were several personalized ornaments with the names of other prominent Black Army soldiers too. The elaborate writing on the ornaments was familiar to him.

Jonah felt something sink in the pit of his stomach as realization washed over him. “I suppose you had help planning all this since I doubt your uncouth lot could come up with half these ideas on your own,” he said bitterly, the awe he felt only moments ago turning sour in his mouth.

“Of course we did. Alice has so many wonderful talents, wouldn’t you agree?” Fenrir’s voice echoed cheerily from somewhere above him. Jonah heard several pairs of footsteps descend the stairs nearby and he turned to face them, hackles rising. The unexpected invitation from his brother was beginning to feel like a trap.

“Perhaps she could help liven up the Red Army headquarters as well?” Seth suggested with an innocent tone that fooled no one.

“Oh, wait,” Fenrir said with a drawl, “she already tried that, didn’t she?”

Jonah glared at the Ace of Spades who stood at the bottom of the staircase with his hands on his hips and a triumphant smile on his face. The smile didn’t reach his eyes, however - they glinted with something menacing.

Sirius put his hand on Fenrir’s shoulder and squeezed. It would’ve looked friendly if Fenrir didn’t wince in pain. “Despite how clearly he doesn’t deserve her, we know that Jonah would never hurt Alice knowingly. Isn’t that right?” The older man’s question was laced with an unspoken threat. Jonah bristled with indignation at the accusation.

“If you’re all done posturing, I’ve finished the ornament for the top of the tree if you’d like to see it,” a child’s voice said nearby. Jonah glanced wearily at Oliver who was wiping his hands on a handkerchief. He looked almost comical with his sleeves rolled up and a startling amount of glitter and pine needles stuck in his hair. The Black Army officers hurried past him, their excited voices fading away down the hall. “And then we can help you figure out how to fix this little misunderstanding with Alice,” he said, giving Jonah a pointed look before leaving the room expectantly.

“Isn’t it a bit early to be decorating for Christmas?” he had asked Alice one morning when he saw she had hung a wreath on their bedroom door. The fall harvest celebrations had just ended, and the weather was still mild. Her face fell for a brief moment before she smiled at him, nodding her apparent agreement. By the end of the day, the subject was long forgotten from Jonah’s mind. She never brought it up again.

If someone told Jonah his thoughtless question would provoke his darling Alice enough to turn the Black Army headquarters into a winter wonderland, he wouldn't have believed it. Caught up in the frenzied schedule of the holiday season, he failed to realize how much time she had spent here rather than at the Red Army headquarters. He despised the idea that his brother and the Black Army fools were able to soothe her disappointment in him by giving her a place to nurture her excitement for the holidays. Surrounded by the evidence of his failure, he realized that the wreath on their bedroom door had quietly disappeared without him even noticing.

In the large workshop Oliver had commandeered for himself, the Black Army officers were huddled around a table, watching the tree topper he’d made slowly rotate on a mechanical base. On the outside, it looked like an ordinary star shape made of stained glass. Somehow, Oliver’s invention shot out little puffs of real snow accompanied by bells that chimed a loop of different Christmas melodies. Oliver said something about the not-so-legal use of magic crystals to keep the mechanical device inside the ornament filled with water and able to conjure snow at specific timed intervals.

Jonah felt like an intruder as he watched the officers nearby collect the ornament and run off, eager to add the finishing touch to their tree. He slumped over at a nearby workbench, elbows on the table, head in his hands. He’s not sure how much time had passed, but he felt a small poke in his side. He glanced at the child who sat beside him.

“I knew Christmas was her favourite holiday, but I didn’t expect…” he trailed off, gesturing vaguely at the boxes that lined Oliver’s workspace, filled to the brim with unused decorations, “…all of this.”

“Do you really hate decorating that much?” Oliver asked. Not judging, simply curious.

Jonah shook his head. “With all of our other duties taking priority, updating our seasonal decor is usually done closer to the holiday itself. It’s my own fault I didn’t talk to her about it properly as soon as she showed an interest in it.” He looked away, attempting to hide the shamed flush staining his cheeks. “I hate that I made her feel like I wouldn't want this for us too.”

Oliver snorted and hopped up from his seat. “You’re an idiot if you think all these decorations are only for the Black Army,” he said as he pulled a random ornament from an open box and tossed it to Jonah. It was a red bow with Zero’s name embroidered with gold thread. “I think she was waiting for you to be more receptive to the idea, so she’s been making everything and storing it all here. If you want to make up for your stupidity," he said with a smirk, "I’d appreciate your help getting all these boxes out of my workshop and taking them where they belong.”

Jonah thought for a moment before he finally smiled. “If you’ll put up with the intrusion for a bit longer, I have a favor to ask of you and Blanc.”

Jonah paced in the entrance hall of the Red Army headquarters as he watched Alice’s carriage grow smaller in the distance. As promised, Oliver recruited Blanc’s help in luring Alice away early that morning, using some ruse about finalizing celebrations planned in the Central Quarter.

Once she was out of sight, Jonah left with his group of volunteer soldiers to retrieve the boxes of decorations from the Black Army. One of Jonah’s many other tasks that day was securing the largest tree he could find that would reasonably fit in the Red Army hall and arranging for its delivery. He ordered different potted trees, poinsettias, and other festive plants with extras to spare. He was not going to let his plans be side swept by miscalculations on his part.

One task Jonah did not enjoy was explaining his sudden urgency to overhaul the Red Army headquarters within the short window of Alice’s absence. The other Red Army officers laughed at his clumsy rebuke of Alice’s early decorating for the holidays which somehow led to a clandestine makeover of the Black Army’s base of operations. Jonah framed the daunting task as a competition since he knew most of the Red Army soldiers wouldn’t dare back away from a challenge if their pride was on the line.

Once all of the boxes had been delivered and unloaded into the main hall, the officers began sorting through them with obvious appreciation of Alice’s beautiful decorations. The King of Hearts personally took over the task of organizing the exterior displays and installing the new greenery. Jonah watched with dwindling patience as the others bickered over who should get to decorate the tree. He told them to figure it out amongst themselves with as little bloodshed as possible and left the room. When he returned ten minutes later, Edgar stood proudly beside the tree, hardly a hair out of place, with boxes of ornaments and lights opened and ready at his feet.

“How did you convince Blanc to keep Alice away for the entire day?” Edgar asked as he struggled to untie a knotted ball of string lights. No one wanted to risk her early return which would ruin the surprise.

“I suggested she take some of the carrot recipes she’d been saving as part of his Christmas gift,” Jonah’s voice replied from behind the Christmas tree. He had climbed up a ladder and was hanging decorations on the higher branches.

Edgar laughed - it was a clever idea on Jonah’s part. Blanc loved anything carrot-related and would spend the entire day in the kitchen taste-testing if time allowed it. “If that’s the case, then we’ll be lucky if Blanc doesn’t just keep her overnight,” Edgar teased. He ducked his head when a golden bauble came soaring at him from Jonah’s direction.

You stood in front of the large doors, stunned by what you were seeing. You first noticed the new brightly-lit trees that lined the path on your return journey home across the Red Bridge. You recognized many of your decorations hanging from the balconies and windows above you. The giant wreath on the front door had two ornamental birds made of felt nested side-by-side on a branch of holly. The red silk ribbon had Merry Christmas embroidered in beautiful golden script. You had only finished making it a week ago; the pine smell was still so fresh.

After a few moments, the doors opened wide and Jonah’s beaming smile greeted you. He had changed out of his uniform and was wearing a simple cream button-up shirt with a red scarf tied around his neck. He took your hands gently in his and led you through the elaborately decorated entranceway. Somewhere nearby a Christmas carol chimed; apparently Oliver had made two identical tree topper ornaments without you knowing.

You didn't know where to look first. You didn’t know what to say.

“I’m sorry that we couldn’t share this experience sooner than this, because of my own ignorance,” Jonah said quietly, remorsefully, “but I promise to try not to disappoint you so gravely in the future.” You could hear the truth in his voice and saw his eyes were bright and pleading as they stared into your own.

You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him. You felt his hands grasp your waist and pull you closer to him in response. You nuzzled his chest, soaking in his warmth and comforting scent. Your eyes felt hot with tears but when you looked up at him, your smile was wide and full of love. “I’ll forgive you if you give me the grand tour - I want to see the tree!” Your growing excitement was a soothing balm for the lonely disappointment you tried so hard to hide from him all this time.

You and Jonah held hands as he led you from room to room, eager to show you the efforts of a very long day's work. Along the way, Red Army soldiers stopped you to compliment your decorations and thanked you for your generosity. Some of them told you stories about how all the officers had asked for volunteers to help and how Jonah watched every step with a critical eye to make sure no decoration went unused.

Kyle congratulated you when he walked past you both, a red ribbon tied in his hair and a bottle tucked under an arm. Edgar found the pair of you as you were leaving Lance's office. He told you where he’d placed the stockings you’d made for each of the officers. He suggested that Jonah’s stocking be stuffed full of coal - the bauble incident from earlier was clearly not forgotten.

Eventually the hour grew late and exhaustion was finally starting to overtake the happiness you felt. Jonah smiled knowingly and steered you to the familiar hallway leading to your room. He found the wreath you made for and returned it to its rightful place on your bedroom door. Your names were embroidered on the silk ribbon, a memento of your first Christmas together.

“If you’ll permit me, I have one final surprise for you,” Jonah said with a twinkle in his eye. You admired the way his cheeks flushed in the dimming light. It was so adorable when he got flustered about something.

“I’m not sure I can handle anymore surprises after the evening I’ve had,” you said with a laugh as he pushed the door open then pulled you close to him.

“There’s one last holiday tradition that I refuse to overlook,” he said with surprising seriousness, his voice low and tinged with heat. He nodded his chin upwards. You followed his gaze and saw a sprig of mistletoe hanging in the doorway above you. He silenced your delighted laughter with a kiss.

#ikemen revolution #ikemen revolution fanfiction #jonah clemence #jonah clemence x reader #sfw

41 notes · View notes

another-lost-mc · 2 years ago

Text

Holiday Rush

JONAH CLEMENCE x f!Reader | Ikemen Revolution 2.4k Words | Fluff, Misunderstandings, Angst with a Happy Ending Prompt: Jonah and his lover have a misunderstanding about the appropriate times to put up holiday decorations.

“Perhaps she could help liven up the Red Army headquarters as well?” Seth suggested with an innocent tone that fooled no one.

“Oh, wait,” Fenrir said with a drawl, “she already tried that, didn’t she?”

“Do you really hate decorating that much?” Oliver asked. Not judging, simply curious.

Jonah thought for a moment before he finally smiled. “If you’ll put up with the intrusion for a bit longer, I have a favor to ask of you and Blanc.”

You didn't know where to look first. You didn’t know what to say.

“I’m not sure I can handle anymore surprises after the evening I’ve had,” you said with a laugh as he pushed the door open then pulled you close to him.

#ikemen revolution #ikemen revolution fanfiction #jonah clemence #jonah clemence x reader #misc fics

19 notes · View notes

ikeromantic · 10 months ago

Text

MasterList and Blog Info

I've reorganized my writing links and all new stories will be linked in the sections below. You can still find my old masterlist HERE too.

Currently Playing and Writing For:

Ikemen Vampire Masterlist

Ikemen Sengoku Masterlist

Ikemen Prince Masterlist

Ikemen Revolution Masterlist

Ikemen Villains - soon?

Obey Me Masterlist

Other Games/Fandoms Masterlist

Follower Celebration Masterlists:

Follower Celebrations 300, 400, 500, 600, and 700

Follower Celebrations 900 and 1K IkeVamp and IkeRev

Follower Celebration 1K IkeSen

Follower Celebration 1K IkePrince

No Longer Playing: Midnight Cinderella, Mr. Love: Queen's Choice, Destined to Love, Last Legacy

Other Fandoms:

Dragon Age, BG3, Mass Effect, Diablo, The Magnus Archives/Protocol, Malevolent, Stormlight Archives, The Expanse, Good Omens, The Wheel of Time, The Sandman, and a ton of random fantasy, sci-fi, and horror stuff.

Quizzies:

Your Perfect Valentine Quiz

Find Your IkeVamp LoveStyle Quiz

Blog rules and Ask courtesy:

I try to tag all my fics. If it's tagged smut or very spicy, you can assume it's mature, so don't interact if you aren't.

If I think a topic may be triggering, I will also tag that as tw: in the tags and/or in the description at the top.

If something isn't tagged and you think it should be, message me.

I love getting comments, likes, and reblogs. It lets me know there's still someone out there interested in what I've shared.

No hate please. Remember that fanart and fic are made for free from a shared passion. If it's not to your taste, read something else. You don't need to let me know how much you don't like it.

Asks are great, but I don't always have time to get to them quickly. If you don't hear from me, that means I have it in my to-do and will get to it when I can ^_^

If you want an ask faster, commission me on Kofi.

If you ASK as anon and I decide not to write your ask, you won't get any response. But if you ask as yourself, I'll let you know privately that I am not able write your request.

If the ASK box is open, I'm taking asks. When it's closed, I'm not.

#pinned post #masterlist #blog intro #fanfiction #fanfic #otome #ikemen vampire #ikemen prince #ikemen sengoku #ikemen revolution #arcana #obey me

91 notes · View notes

nightghoul381 · 1 year ago

Text

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.

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.

#SSEvent #ikerev #ikemen revolution #ikerev edgar #ikemen revolution edgar #edgar bright #ikerev fanfiction

32 notes · View notes

not-krys · 3 months ago

Text

[Repost] Eyes - Harr x Maddie

Part of this set of WIP Wednesdays

How can I see this prompt (lol) and not think of Harr? Simply impossible.

Raw, unedited, incomplete writing below. Couldn't remember exactly what happened in Harr's route, so I went off-script for a bit. But just in case either way, spoilers for Harr's route

-----

"It's bad, isn't it?"

Harr's soft voice echoed in the room, empty save for him and Maddie as they sat across from each other. The usual night time noises seemed far away in the moment. Harr had removed his metal eyepatch, revealing an aged white scar that ran the length of his forehead to the middle of his cheek, cutting across his left eye. The lid still seemed to function when he blinked, more out of habit it seemed when his right one did it. However, the two eyes didn't match further. His right eye was a rich dark gray, reminding her of a moonless night in the city with no stars visible. She often got lost in that eye. His other one, however, was clouded, lighter. Murky in a way.

"It's… my bad eye," Harr continued. "Haven't been able seen out of it for a few years now. It's the worse of the damage from…"

Maddie reached for the left side of his face, making Harr flinch back. She lowered her hand, frowning.

"Does it still hurt?"

"Not as much as it used to."

He touched it instead, his bandaged fingers gently brushing his cheek.

"It's the nature of magic-inflicted wounds. They take longer to heal, if they ever do. I've neutralized it for the most part, but I'll be partially blind for the rest of my life."

He huffed out a mirthless laugh.

"Lancelot meant business when he attacked."

He covered his eye with his bandaged hand, sighing this time.

"And… your hand and arm too?" Maddie asked.

"Yep, Lancelot's doing. Seven years ago. Branding me as a wanted man with these."

Maddie could only stare, bewildered. She'd only seen his eye scar briefly on accident and had wanted to know more of how it had happened. She didn't regret asking, glad that Harr was opening up to her, but she still felt sad in knowing his scars still pained him to this day.

"Sorry, Maddie. Loki and I had promised you only good experiences while you stayed in Cradle and yet…"

"Don't apologize!" Maddie said, "I get it. There's a lot going on that I was dropped right in the middle of. The Red and Black Armies… The Magic Tower… and you… you have a lot on your plate on top of babysitting me. It was stupid of me for letting Lancelot inside in the first place."

"It's fine. I get why you did it."

"It was still really stupid of me. He could have just left he thought no one was here. A-and broken door can always be fixed, right? O-or we could find another tree to sleep in or-or--"

"Maddie." Harr said calmly. "We both made the best we could out of that situation. You're still here with us and that's all that matters."

"…Thanks."

"…And your cake was delicious. I… forgot to say so earlier."

"No, it's okay, I totally understand! Priorities and all that!" Maddie laughed nervously while Harr nodded.

#krys's adventures in fanfiction #wip wednesday #ikemen revolution #ikerev oc #harr silver #madeline fleming (oc)#repost queue

7 notes · View notes

sweetheartmanor · 2 months ago

Text

Welcome~

Welcome to our manor little lambs~

This account is run by the manor lords, Count Wormy (🌸) and Count Shrimpy (🦐). We will both respond to asks and post things on our blogs. We both use he/they pronouns with no preference between them.

We have two other blogs just in case you want to check them out.

💙 thecxunt: Main blog, mostly teratophilia

💙 guestmanor: OC blog. Mostly bios and funky OC stories that aren't x reader stories.

💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

On this blog, We're planning on writing a lot of x reader content. We're still setting up our masterlists but if you're curious about what we write about you're free to ask.

Also due to the limit of links allowed on posts, our masterlists will all be on Google docs. Also we will only be putting the characters we're comfortable with writing on them.

Requests: Closed

Commissions: Open

Rules

Masterlists

Ko-fi

Commissions

Thank you for reading and we hope you enjoy your stay!!!!

5 notes · View notes

deesfanfictionkin · 2 years ago

Text

FACTIONS

FACTION ONE: THE HADIA

The Hadia is not so much the name of the entirety of this faction, comprised of the cast of Katekyo Hitman Reborn and various background characters. The Hadia is the ruling group of the region, who, during many bloody civil disputes, ended up subjugating and assimilating all who dared stand against them. Though there are still groups of people in the region who aim to destroy or oppose the Hadia, they rule the region of Wedergebore, with all the groups who have aimed to end that rule becoming allied to them. The Hadia itself has been through its own unrest internally... during a failed coup d'etat, the Head of the Hadia suffered La Petit Morte. A new Head was chosen, a young boy who had no desire to take the position. The Hadia seeks to end the magic on The Ever After through war with the other factions, and they're pushing the new Head to do exactly just that, leaving him little choice. Little do they know, the current Head and the group of new blood he brings to the Hadia have other plans for the Hadia and for The Ever After as a whole...

FACTION TWO: THE STRAINS

The Strains, comprised of the cast of K Project and various background characters, occupy the region of Raymyuut. A region deeply divided, the civil war between The Blues, who rule over the region and keep law and order, and who believe they are just and right in their efforts to take over the other regions in an effort to stop the curse on The Ever Young, and The Reds, who disagree with rule of The Blues and the all out war that's looming (albeit in an almost anarchist way), threatens to tear apart Raymyuut. Add to that various smaller factions, each with their own plans, and more and more magical accidents occurring with no reason anyone can figure, and you have a very unstable faction and region.

FACTION THREE: THE ISIDENGE

The Isidenge, comprised of the characters from Nanbaka and various background characters, occupies the Nanba region. Ruled over with an iron fist by The Wardens and those who serve them, the Isidenge have become prisoners. Though the thick walls keep them safe and protected, it also keeps them prisoner. Nobody is allowed in or out of Nanba without the Wardens permission, permission that has been granted less and less often as The Wardens prepare for war, sure they are right as they prepare to conquer the other regions.

Among the Isidenge, there is unrest, and LA Revolucion is gaining strongholds as those who oppose the Wardens fight, not to prevent the war so much as to gain their freedom.

FACTION FOUR: THE VAMPIR

The Vampir, occupying the region of Knekht and comprised of characters from Servamp alongside various background characters, were once ruled over by The Teacher, who kept the faction happy, healthy, and peaceful. However, through the years, The Teacher's own ego grew until he came to consider himself a God and he planned to take over the other factions, using his people as pawns, uncaring of the bloodshed that would The Vampir, let alone the other regions. Anything to satisfy his own ego.

Among The Vampir, the strongest gathered and took a vote on how to handle the situation. Following the meeting, The Teacher was found dead, and though nobody claims the kill, everyone knows it had something to do with that meeting. The Vampir have fallen apart in the aftermath, with those who had firmly supported The Teacher trying desperately to instigate war among the regions, to see his last plans through, and those that had opposed him joining forces with La Revolucion to prevent that from happening.

FACTION FIVE: THE PAIDUI

The Paidui, compromised of the characters from Saiyuki among background characters, occupy Togenkyo. The faction is small and spread out. Though one part of the faction is trying to rise to power, trying to spread their influence by war against the other regions, it's a feeble attempt. The real problem among the Paidui...human experimentation of the magical variety is affecting more and more among the Paidui, with drugs becoming an issue and an active slave trade being allowed to flourish. There are four men, grouped together, trying to clean up the region, trying to bring peace to the Paidui...if they can ever learn to get along, not only with those from other factions, but even just with each other.

FACTION SIX: THE OCHJU

The Ochju, comprised of the characters from Mystic Messenger among various background characters, occupies Menta. Seemingly the most well organized and civilly peaceful faction, with no obvious internal structures, the truth is that isn't the case. The Han company rules the Ochju, and the head of the company, Mr. Han, has decided the the Ochju, and Menta, are the ones who can break the curse on the land and who are able to unite all the factions under them. He's grooming his son for the position of ruler, and everyone among the Ochju seem to have no complaint.

Except for his son, who works behind the scenes with a group who call themselves RIFA, collaborating with La Revolucion, to avoid war all together and find an alternate way to break the magic on The Ever Young. Except for a shadowy group, making the drugs spreading all throughout The Ever Young and 'recruiting' people to some shady cause.

FACTION SEVEN: THE LULILO

The Lulilo, comprised of characters from Ikemen Revolution alongside various background characters, are a faction strictly divided. One half of Cradle belongs to the Thorn Court, serving the Thorn King, who believes that it is his birth right and duty to lead Cradle into ruling The Ever After and breaking the magic on the land, even if it comes at the cost of all out war. Opposing them is the Raven Court, who believe that the world should not be split into factions and that the world should learn to move on with things as they are and that all should have the freedom to choose their own paths. The two have brought Cradle to the brink of a civil war, and in the background of all that is happening with the Lulilo, there moves another, more sinister, group, operating in the shadows.

FACTION EIGHT: THE GREMIO

The Gremio, comprised of characters from Bungou Stray Dogs alongside various background characters, occupy the region of Porto. Porto, and the Gremio, are ruled with an iron fist by the Mafia, a gang of ruthless, bloodthirsty individuals who rule by fear and who let Porto become a place rife with crime. However, there are many other groups among the Gremio, smaller but motivated, who oppose the rule of the Mafia and work to bring them down, each for different reasons and different end goals.

FACTION NINE: THE ANATAWI

The Anatawi, comprised of the characters of Eyeshield 21 and various background characters, occupy the region of Pilut. The Anatawi are a faction split, again and again and again, into various smaller factions. While each faction has their own views on the larger scale War and the aim of ruling over all the regions, the Anatawi have their own civil war to settle first. Each group believes they are the ones worthy of leading the Anatawi as a whole and civil war threatened to destroy and wipe out the faction as a whole.

To avoid that, The Games were established, with each group within the Anatawi sending their strongest warriors to compete against the other groups in a series of no-holds barred, gladiator-style games. The games attract warriors and spectators from far and wide, as the Anatawi spill blood both in their civil war and in the larger war, depending on which group is currently at the top of the games.

FACTION TEN: THE GRIJARA

The Grijara, comprised of characters from The Ousiders alongside various background characters, occupy the region of The Gold. A faction split into The Haves and The Have-Nots, with The Have-Nots facing huge crime rates and homelessness and starvation running rampant among them, this is a faction at war among itself. Though The Haves have set their sights on war on a larger scale, believing themselves to be the only worthy rulers of The Ever Young and the only ones able to set everything right in the world, it's hard for any of their plans to get off the ground when The Have-Nots, joining here and there with La Revolucion, are constantly fighting against them in an attempt to have the regions wealth and resources shared evenly and for all of the Grijara to be safe.

FACTION ELEVEN: THE GUDARI

The Gudari, comprised of the characters from Ronin Warriors and various background characters, and occupying the region of Tewagi, used to be a just and fair people, with strong moral values and borders that accepted all those serious about learning swordsmanship or martial arts...that is, until one of two leaders of the Gudari turned on the other, slaughtering his co-ruler and establishing a bloody dictatorship alongside a group of fearsome warriors he had recruited to his side, intent on ruling all other regions as well, not for the purpose of breaking the curse but to satisfy his oen ego. Most of the Gudari are too afraid to go against him or his warriors...but there are a group of five brave warriors, five young men who work with La Revolucion in an attempt to return peace to Tewagi and stop the war that the Gudari are being unwillingly dragged into.

FACTION TWELVE: THE RIKTHIMI

The Rikthimi, composed of the cast of GetBackers and various background characters, are an odd mixture. People from other regions tend to drift there if they can’t find anywhere else to belong and the Rikthimi aren’t as closely knit a community as many other places, despite living in such cramped conditions. A region always on the brink of collapse, those high up in the tower where most Rikthimi live, believe that their region will be strengthened and victorious through winning the war. They have no real interest in stopping the curse of The Ever Young, just in the continuation of life for Honky Tonk and so they use their people to wage war.

Always just on the brink of civil war, this isn’t helped by two young men, who live outside the confines of the Tower in the junkyard of a region, proudly fighting on the side of La Revolucion and recruiting those from within the Tower, who don’t agree with the Tower’s actions but see no escape, to their cause.

FACTION THIRTEEN: THE GAIANS

The Gaians, composed of characters from Class of the Titans, along with background characters, occupy Olympus, the world’s only university. As such, a lot of their lives do revolve around school and academics…or it used to, until the head of Olympus’ university decided to buy into the theory that the magic on The Ever After could be broken by one region ruling it again and making it back into one world…or maybe it just served as a handy excuse for his own god complex. He’s made the university into his own war council, killing off those who openly oppose him.

But among the students, there’s a group of seven…seven students who steadfastly oppose his rule, believing there must be another way to break the magic on The Ever Young. While they pretend to be loyal to Olympus, they work with La Revolucion to stop the war from coming, while planning how best to bring control of Olympus back to the Gaians as a whole.

FACTION FOURTEEN: THE RUMIANY

The Gorritu, containing the characters from Blush Blush, among other background characters, occupy Rumiany. A rough region, the Gorritu all just try their best to get through the days. Civil unrest isn’t really a thing in this region and honestly, most of the Gorritu aren’t even interested in war, with some openly helped La Revolucion. It’s a godless place they live in, with many people among the Gorritu only caring about what war will bring them. That being said, despite not really going out and attacking other factions, the Gorritu aren’t without their own issues, with rumours of a serial killer on the loose and magical accidents seem to occur the most among this faction and in this region.

#the ever young #fanfiction #world building #katekyo hitman reborn #servamp #nanbaka #k project #saiyuki #mystic messenger #ikemen revolution #bungou stray dogs #eyeshield 21 #the outsiders #class of the titans #ronin warriors #getbackers #blush blush

27 notes · View notes

yarnnerdally · 2 years ago

Text

Using this for Ikemen polls because I'm not allowed to have them yet (Thanks, tumblr)

Hey all! So I want to plan out the rest of the pregnancy/dad/baby headcanons for a loooooot of Ikemen suitors. I want to try and plan it out so that everyone gets some love and that one post isn't overwhelmed by a bunch of popular characters and some others fall to the wayside.

So. Here's how it's gonna go.

Vote for your top suitor. There are four different polls. These are the links so you can find the one for IkePri, IkeVamp, IkeRev, and IkeSen. All right here in each post together so its real easy to get to!

I'm really excited to write more of these out. I have so many ideas brewing in this 'lil brain of mine.

With love,

Ally

#Ikemen Prince #IkePri #Ikemen Vempire #IkeVamp #Ikemen Revolution #IkeRev #Ikemen Sengoku #IkeSen #fanfiction #poll #favorite suitor poll #cybird

17 notes · View notes

the12thnightproject · 2 years ago

Text

Absolutely perfect... what a great card match too. Thank you! I love the new Black army guys too.

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.

Taglist: @arsnovacadenza @ale-teodora @kimi00twin @otomelady @privilegedpancake @g-kleran @pumpumnnnp @thesirenwashere @ravenarld @kimmy-banana @devonares @animeworldsposts @randomanimatedhusbandoseeker @galaxyprison @sadshaxk @starshards26 @pro-cat-stination @acethephoenix256 @ikevamp-shrine-2 @nad-zeta @crystal13unny @keen19thcenturygoatsstudent @lordsister @ikemen-banshou @themysticalbeing @canaria-blackwell @otome-scribbles @rhodolitesrose @coornn @kpop-and-otome @queen-dahlia @kisara-16 @chaosangel767 @ikemenlibrary @queengiuliettafirstlady @aurora-morning @aquagirl1978 @ikemenlover24 @violettduchess @mcofthemansion @tiny-wooden-robot @joy-the-reader @katriniac @ikemen-writer @psychodreamer666 @cilokgoang @maries-gallery @moonstruck-writing @tele86 Let me know if you want to be tagged/untagged!

#reverse game #ikemen revolution fanfiction #ikemen revolution #ikerev #ikemen revolution ray #ikerev ray #ray blackwell #ikemen revolution ray blackwell #ikerev fanfic #ikemen revolution fanfic #ikerev oc

42 notes · View notes

ikemenlibrary · 9 months ago

Text

Whiskey On His Lips - Ikémen Revolution

Pairing: Kyle Ash x MC (Alice) Summary: Kyle invites Alice out for a seemingly innocent visit to a tavern on Valentine's night, yet once they're alone in the quite of his office, their barriers come tumbling down.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, being drunk, Alice and Kyle making out like horny teenagers, swearing

A note from the author: Happy belated Valentine's Day. I blame Alice and Kyle for me being late to publish this; they're just too fun to write. I could've made this way longer, and part of me hopes to expand on it one day, but if I don't, I hope you enjoy them in their little tipsy love bubble.

“...Don’t you think you’ve had a little too much to drink, Kyle?” Blanc peered over his glasses at the army doctor slumped on his stool, his cheeks rosy and a soft smile on his lips.

Kyle raised his mug to his friend. “Are you kidding me? The night’s still young, I’ve got a long way to go.” He turned towards his companion for the evening, who was sitting to his side and nursing a drink at a much slower pace. “Right, Alice?”

She hummed, pressing her shoulder against Kyle’s. He was warm, like a furnace, and his body heat helped combat the draft that was spilling into the tavern every time another handsy couple walked out the door, eager to get their hands on one another. “I’m alright to stay with him a bit longer.” She addressed Blanc and Oliver, hoping the flush on her cheeks wasn’t evident as she felt Kyle’s free arm wrap around her waist. “I’m going back to the Red Army’s base tonight anyways. Besides, Kyle’s a fun drinking companion.” Kyle beamed proudly, and Alice felt a rush of pride in her chest. If her simple compliment had made Kyle feel that confident in himself, she wanted to keep complimenting him over and over, just to see that smile once more. “Hear that, Blanc?” Kyle’s words were sloppy. Not quite slurred, but it was obvious he’d been enjoying himself. “I’m fun.”

Oliver rolled his eyes, bidding the pair a goodbye and pushed open the door. As the chilly February breeze wafted through the door, Alice shivered, and Kyle pulled her even closer into himself. Blanc sighed, pushing his glasses up on his nose as he shrugged on his glasses. “Very well. I wish you two a good night. Please get home safely.” He lowered his voice, turning to address only Alice. “Make sure he drinks some water before bed, and have him hook himself up to a hydration IV before he sleeps. He’ll probably try to get you to do it for him, but he’s more than capable of doing it himself.”

Alice nodded, promising she would make sure of everything Blanc warned her about, yet her mind was elsewhere; Kyle’s thumb was absentmindedly rubbing soft circles onto the side of her stomach with his thumb, right where his hand lay around her hip. His touch brought a warm feeling into the pit of Alice’s stomach, a knot of something she couldn’t quite place. She just knew she wanted to keep feeling whatever it was.

The moment Blanc walked out the door, Kyle’s lips were on her ear, brushing the shell of it with every word he spoke and forcing a shiver down Alice’s spine. “I thought they would never leave.” Before Alice could respond or even think of a response, Kyle held up his empty mug in Dalim’s direction and called out. “One more for me, and one for the lady, please.” Dalim set down freshly washed glasses on the counter, quickly filling up each of them with more of the specialty ale that was brewed for the holiday, and slid them over to them each. Dalim affixed Alice with a wink as he walked along the bar, wiping it down with a dirty white cloth that he threw over his shoulder once he stood right across from her. “You’re here spending Valentine’s with this sad sod?”

Alice had spent the entire day convincing herself that Kyle asking her to go drinking this evening wasn’t a date. He probably didn’t even know the date, and if he did, the significance was lost on him. Even if it was on his calendar, he probably glanced over it with bleary eyes before forgetting about it entirely when he woke up this morning.

But now that someone else has acknowledged that they were here, now alone as a pair, it felt all the more real. And scary. And exciting.

Before Alice could nod her answer, Dalim continued. “If you’d rather spend some time with someone who’s not tripping over his own two feet, I get off in the next hour. We could,” he paused, his eyes raking down her body before they locked eyes once more. “Take a walk together.”

Alice glanced at Kyle, and her mouth went dry as her eyes met his own. He looked… Sad, disappointed, and something she couldn’t quite place. It was only then that she realized his grip on her hip had gotten tighter. Could it be…. The unplaced feeling he was feeling was jealousy?

She shook her head at the thought, pushing it back into her mind. Just because she had an unsaid attraction to him didn’t mean he would reciprocate those feelings. And yet, just for tonight, on the most romantic holiday of the year, she leaned further into Kyle’s embrace, letting herself relish in his closeness.

Alice held her cup in the air, in a silent cheer to Dalim and shook her head. “Thanks, but no. I will have another one of these though.” She clinked glasses with Kyle now, and the way he was grinning, so peaceful and serene, warmed her heart as the ale slipped smoothly down her throat.

“Damn, you’re the best. Ordering me another before I even finish mine.” He took a swig, his crooked smile melting Alice’s heart. She wasn’t going to be able to handle this night. He was too charming without even having to try. She was already on the brink of having an out of body experience, being wrapped in his arm the way Alice was, yet when he said the next thing, her heart stopped entirely. “Have I ever told you how attractive it is when a girl knows how to drink?” Kyle was looking into his mug, already empty, like he wasn’t sure where his drink had gone.

Alice needed to keep count of how many he had, or else he may go way over his limit. She selfishly wanted him to remember this night, like their own little bubble, a night just with each other, enjoying whatever was going on between them but ultimately just enjoying the time spent together. But when he says stuff like that, she wants to, instead, match him drink for drink until they’re both stumbling home, arms wrapped around each other, unable to keep themselves upright on their own.

“You’re drunk. But you haven’t. I’d surely remember that.” Alice murmured, looking at her half empty mug, the warm feeling in her belly only blazing brighter. “You never really talk about what you’re attracted to.”

“I’m not more drunk than I usually am. In fact, I’m just feeling pleasantly buzzed.” Kyle studied her curiously, flagging down Dalim once more. “Can I have two waters please?”

Now it was Alice’s turn to look at him questioningly. “Isn’t this the time of night to start ordering harder liquor? Why water?”

“Because,” the waters were placed in front of the pair. “If we’re having the conversation I think we’re about to have, we’re drinking my nice whiskey back in my office.” Kyle tapped the rim of her water glass. “Now, drink up, we can walk back home.”

After Alice and Kyle gulped down their water, he graciously helped her back into her coat, making sure to tuck her scarf around her neck before she left it behind on the barstool. He held the door of the tavern open for her, waiting with a patient smile as she made her way out, the cold air cooling her flushed cheeks. She didn’t know if they were flushed because of her close proximity to Kyle, or if it was because of the alcohol.

Probably Kyle though, given the way her whole body reacted to his subtle touches. Being this close to Kyle with less of a filter than normal, was something that was beginning to become dangerous territory. As they walked back to the Red Army, he’d touch her arm to get her attention, or place his hand on the small of her back when she tripped over a rock. Every one of those moments had Alice biting her bottom lip to keep from blurting out her feelings for him. She knew it was also partially the magic of the holiday; everything around Cradle seemed to be softer today, enveloped in a soft magic-like glow. But then again, that’s usually how Alice felt when she spent any sort of time with Kyle.

The headquarters were quiet when they got back, everyone either in bed or with their respective partners for the evening. Kyle seemed more alert, back to his normal self than when he was slumped on the barstool, but the rosy tint on his cheeks told Alice he was still tipsy, and she was glad that the fuzziness in her brain was matched with his own.

She followed him to his office, losing her scarf and jacket in the process of flopping down onto the worn brown couch he had in there. One cushion was more worn than the other, and Alice pictured Kyle sinking into that side of the couch every night to enjoy a drink on his own. She wanted to join him more often; even if she decided not to drink, she just wanted to keep him company when he was on his own. Maybe then she’d get to learn more about him.

Kyle walked back to the couch with two shallow glasses of whiskey in his hands. He held out one to Alice, and she took it, grateful to have something to hold. At least then, she could attempt to stop her fidgeting. He sat down next to her, his cushion warping to his body easily, and took a savoring sip of the amber liquid.

Kyle was wearing a brown button down and black jeans, and his hair was messy. It was refreshing to see him this way, he seemed relaxed, carefree. Very different from the diligent doctor he assisted during the day.

“You’re staring,” he teased as Alice’s cheeks burned. “What’s going on in that brain of yours?"

Alice shrugged, looking back into the glass he had given her. She was suddenly nervous of their close proximity; it was dark in the office, only lit by a small lamp on the other side of the room, and they were completely alone now. It felt more intimate. Which lit the flame that was burning brightly in her belly, but also had a rush of anxiety freeze her veins.

“Just wondering what we’re doing.” She mumbled, sipping on her drink. It was good, and yet she didn’t think she could stomach the glass. She wasn’t sure whether she wanted to throw up from nerves or if the special brewed ale they had relished in earlier wasn’t sitting well with her dinner.

Either way, the moment Kyle threw his arm around her shoulder, and pulled her into his side as he took another sip had everything she was feeling slipping away. All she could focus on was him. How his hard body felt against her own, how his usual gentle hands felt clumsy and clammy against her bare arms… How she could feel his breathing stir her hair with every in and out his body took. He was close, too close. And yet, with the alcohol in her system, all Alice wanted to do was get closer to him.

“We’re two people, enjoying each other’s company.” Kyle said, his hand running up and down her arm, trying to calm the goose pimples forming on her arm at his touch. “Unless you’re not enjoying hanging out with me. Then in that case, I’m being a selfish man by keeping your company to myself tonight.”

“I’m enjoying spending time with you, Kyle.” Alice whispered, allowing her head to fall to his chest, nestling herself against him. “Maybe a little too much.”

He didn’t respond to the last part of her statement, but he did stiffen under her for a moment, before sighing out and falling back into his relaxed embrace. “You still wanna know what I find attractive in women?”

The question caught Alice off guard. She had mentioned this offhandedly earlier, feeling brazen from the alcohol and the way his arm pulled her close at the bar. Now that they were alone though, she wasn’t feeling as confident. So instead of responding, she nodded her head against his chest, the sound of his racing heart matching her own.

“I think loyalty is one of the most important things for me.” He set his empty glass on the side table, his arm hanging over the edge of the couch. “Kinda like how you didn’t ditch me tonight even when asked.”

Alice picked her head up, turning to face Kyle. “Why would I ditch you? I told Blanc that I’d stay and have a few drinks with you. I’m a woman of my word.”

Kyle studied her for a moment, before a slow smile spread across his face. “I’m well aware of that, miss.” He was quiet for a moment. “Thanks for spending the holiday with me.”

Alice blinked, unsure of how to respond. This was new territory for her. “Sure thing! Us single people have to stick together. Besides, I always enjoy going to the tavern with you.” She paused, waiting to see if he’d respond. But he wasn’t, he was just looking at her like he was waiting for something. “Besides, I didn’t even know if you were aware it was a holiday today. I was sure you had forgotten.”

Alice saw Kyle’s eyes flick briefly to her lips, before her blue eyes met his gold ones once more. Her heartbeat sped up, and it was like his was trying to catch up to the speed of hers.

“How could I forget? It’s not possible to forget anything then I have a cute little assistant making sure everything is up to date in my calendar.” Kyle chuckled to himself, but yet Alice was only replaying one thing in her head: cute. Kyle called me cute. “The little pink hearts and balloons were a fun touch to today's date, though.”

Her cheeks burned as he endearingly teased, and without a second thought, she threw back the rest of the whiskey, not even grimacing as the slight burn slid down her throat. Alice was feeling brave now, the alcohol giving her a false bravado that she didn’t think would ever exist. “Well, I did it out of love.”

Kyle’s eyes drooped to her lips once more, and she parted them in an exhale. She was well aware that she was being bold, yet she didn’t care. Not when they were snuggled together on a couch, in a dimly lit room and sharing what she knew to be Kyle’s most expensive bottle of whiskey. Tonight felt different, like something had shifted between them.

Apparently Kyle felt it too, because instead of responding to Alice, he took her empty glace and placed it next to his, and wrapped both arms around her, pulling her into his lap. His large hands were splayed on her hips and she instinctively leaned into him, their chests flush against one another.

“Fuck it,” Kyle said, one of his hands travelling from her waist to her hair, where he pulled her the rest of the way to him, their lips clashing together messily.

Kyle kissed her like her lips were his oxygen source, and if he didn’t taste and lick and bite enough, he’d stop breathing. It was messy, they were drunk; but the way they clung onto each other gave way to what their sober minds had been longing for.

Alice shifted on his lap, biting and sucking from his lips to his neck, relishing in the breathy moans that Kyle let out as his hand fell from her waist to her ass, pulling her closer to him. She wanted him closer, they weren’t close enough. So when his hand in her hair guided her lips back to his own, she slipped her hands under his button down shirt, grazing her fingers along his sensitive skin.

Kyle shuddered underneath her, and Alice pulled back from their kiss, a smile gracing her lips as he opened his eyes halfway, his pupils dilated with lust. “What’d ya stop for?” He pouted, tugging lightly at her hair and making her laugh.

“Just wanted to make sure you were okay with this.” She looked between their bodies, her hands still underneath his shirt and pressing against his warm skin.

Kyle let out a low, staggering breath, throwing his head back. From this position, Alice could see the hickeys she had suckled onto his neck; pink and raw - evidence for tomorrow that this night wasn’t just a dream. “Yes,” he let out. “I’m more than okay with it.” He tugged on her hair again, and this time she let him lead her mouth back to his. “Wanted it for a long time.” He muttered against her lips. “Wanted you.”

Alice kissed him hard then, and Kyle let her. She wanted to convey her feelings towards him through the kiss, all the wanting she’s had, the needing, the love. She wanted him to know it all. The whiskey on his tongue tasted almost sweet this way, especially with the way he was cradling her head in his hands, so soft and gentle; a complete contrast to his teeth nipping at his bottom lip.

“Do you want me?” Kyle asked, pulling away, his lips ghosting over the pressure point on her neck.

“Yes,” She sighed out, tangling her hands in his hair. “More than anything?”

“Forever?” He asked, licking a stripe on her neck.

“Forever,” she confirmed, giving herself over to him completely with that one word.

#my writing #ikemen revolution #ikerev #kyle ash #kyle ash fanfic #kyle ash fan fiction #ikemen revolution fanfiction #ikemen revolution fan fiction #ikemen revolution fanfic #ikemen series #ikerev fanfic #ikerev fanfiction

19 notes · View notes

krys-loves-otome · 2 years ago

Text

Tis the Season For Love CCC: This gingerbread house just WON'T stay up!

Happy holidays everyone!

I decided to participate a bit in this holiday creative challenge, hosted by @xxsycamore and @voltage-vixen!

Won't be doing all of them or in any particular order as it is a busy holiday season for me, but I thought this we would be a fun one to do and to share.

Below the cut is also a lil drabble I wrote for the prompt.

And thanks again for hosting this event! See you guys on the next round!

-----

"This gingerbread house just WON'T stay up!"

Harr startled a little, hearing the familiar voices to Maddie and Loki in the kitchen. He had been researching Cradle holiday traditions for Maddie and didn't wanna interrupting his two students bonding over holiday projects, but he couldn’t ignore a cry for help as blatant as that.

Peeking inside the door, he saw a mess of broken gingerbread pieces, candy cane shards, and buttercream frosting smatterings across the kitchen table. In the table's center was, what he could guess, was a gingerbread replication of his house, supporting tree and balcony included, recreated with sweet treats. Except that it was laying on its side, frosting dripping sadly.

Harr hid a smile behind his hand, cooling his expression before entering, taking in the defeated faces of Loki and Maddie, both in states of hard battled baking warfare. Where one had flour in their hair, the other also had frosting on their nose and cheeks. Harr waved his hand lazily, his visible eye glowing red, and both his students were cleaned up of their baking warfare.

Maddie was the first to respond, her red cap jingling as her head moved.

"Thanks, Harr."

Loki pouted, looking at the remains of his and Maddie's 'house'.

"It was gonna look so cool, making the house out of gingerbread."

"We might… have been a little ambitious." Maddie said, smiling awkwardly.

Harr studied their handiwork, his bandaged hand resting under his chin as the thought.

"And we thought we could do it without magic, but… well.." Maddie continued, "you see how well that turned out."

"Hmm…." Harr said, choosing his words carefully as was his way. "I commend you for trying without magic, both of you."

"But," he continued, "I think, a little magic can help, if you really want to recreate the house."

"The point was to try and not use magic though!" Loki said, "but…. Yeah. It definitely needs some help."

Harr's eye glowed red once again, familiar runes and circles forming at his fingertips, the house soon having a stronger base of gingerbread, the winding staircase and railings made new with their candy cane decorations, and frosting soon looked like snow on the roof and the tree branches. Both Maddie and Loki looked on in awe. Harr smiled.

"I did build this house with magic helping me, so it wouldn't be cheating if you two had used some to help you too. It's just as much a tool as any other."

"It looks so amazing!" Maddie said, her eyes sparkling. "How did you do that?"

"Well, I did come across something just now that might help you to recreate the spells, if you-!"

He was then hugged from two sides, bright eyes looking up at him expectantly. He felt his cheeks heating up at the sudden attention.

"Clean up the kitchen first, then I'll teach you."

He was then released from his hug shackles, watching his two students clean up what remained of the gingerbread house making ingredients. With a small smile, Harr went back to his study, picking up a thick red tome and started skimming the pages.

#’tis the season for love #’tis the season for love content creation challenge #krys's adventures in art #krys's adventures in fanfiction #a lil bit #ikemen revolution #harr silver #loki genetta #ikerev oc #madeline fleming (oc)#be proud of me I did a building in a drawing #though small and made of gingerbread it may be #have another tis the season drawing coming up #but this one had harr in it #and it's his bday tomorrow as of this posting #so I wanted to finish this one up first for the occassion #happy bday harr #you got a gingerbread replica of your house #how cool is that #also also #was looking at ref for Harr's house #and noticed how his stairwell #at least from the way it's drawn and painted #looks a lot more like a ramp #Harr made his house wheelchair accessible #good for him #but I should say sorry to harr as I made his thoughtful staircase ramp straight up #as I don't do staircases or architecture that often #I'm sorry I took away your wheelchair accessibility because of my lack of drawing architecture skills Harr

21 notes · View notes

elbertsbabygirl · 7 months ago

Text

Title: A curse by Accident

Fandom: ikemen villians

Note: Hello everyone and for my Jude Wifey's here is my version of His fanfiction but I based it on his curse and special skills so I hope you enjoy it I am sorry if it's not a good reader style I promise to improve more 🥹

Jude jazza x Y/n ( Reader)

Headers and spacers: @natimiles

In the bustling streets of 19th century London, amidst the smoke and shadows of the industrial revolution, there lived a notorious mob boss named Jude. With his sharp mind and ruthless demeanor, Jude ruled the underworld with an iron fist, feared by many yet respected for his cunning. One fateful evening, during a lavish ball hosted by the city's elite, Jude, disguised as the enigmatic 13th guest, laid a curse upon the newborn daughter of a prominent noble family.

Jude: When this girl Turns 18 or older She will prick her finger in a spindle and she will die at that time she pricks her finger.......

Noble woman: Please don't do this to my daughter I beg you.....

Jude: to late old woman she will be the sacrifice for you all * evil laughs*

After Jude's cursed pronouncement, chaos ensued at the lavish ball. The noble family, horrified by the curse placed upon their infant daughter, sought counsel from the city's most revered mystics and sorcerers, but none could offer a solution but to accept what Jude did from the poor infant.

The noble family, desperate to find a solution to the curse that had befallen their daughter, spared no expense in their quest for answers. They sent messengers far and wide, seeking out every mystic, sorcerer, and wise woman rumored to possess knowledge of the arcane.

Despite their efforts, each attempt to break the curse ended in failure. The noble family grew increasingly desperate as the years passed, their once-great household now shrouded in sorrow and despair.

After A few years the young woman became a blossoming hope of her beauty and grace

The young woman became a successful doctor and Graduated from college not knowing who is the one who cursed her the day she was born .. one night she came to her parents and ask...

Y/n: Mom dad am I cursed?

The parents are completely shocked after what they heard from there daughter

Y/n's mom: yes Honey you are cursed that day when you were born he cursed you from an unknown reason .....

The princess looked shock and asked

Y/n : how do I Lift my curse out

Y/n's mom: we tried looking for great sorcerers to fix and lift your curse but it's not working and we failed to find one

Y/n: what's gonna happen to me now!!

Y/n's mom: it's ok honey we will protect you from any harm so don't worry sweetie you will be alright with us

After a long chat the cursed princess sets up and plans a mission to Find the person who cursed her with an unknown reason...... But suddenly her head starts to hurt and a flashback of her Appears

* Flashback on the day she was born*

???:When this girl Turns 18 or older She will prick her finger in a spindle and she will die at that time she pricks her finger.......

* flash back ends*

Y/n: I must find the man who cursed me !!

The next day the princess goes to work when suddenly she got bumped into someone with white hair with a bit of black tips on his hair with a purple cloak on

Y/n: Oh my gosh I am sorry sir did I hurt you

The man looks at her and grinned

Jude: Oh my you are one silly one don't ya....

Jude: you don't need to apologize missy.... It's just a dumb fall

Y/n : here let me help you .......

The princess helps Jude up but his hands felt cold

Y/n : umm why is your hands cold? Is this your normal body temperature.....

Jude: oh you silly missy that's just my dumb body temperature..... And it's just normal so it's fine.....

Y/n : oh I see I better get to work now I hope you take care of yourself

After the princess walks away Jude grinned evily

Jude: nice meeting you again princess you are the target I have been looking for *evil laughs*

He quickly laughs and Goes back to his company and After a few days Jude and princess became good friends and hangout together..... Sometimes Jude will bring his henchmen which is Ellis to have fun but Ellis knew that one day Jude's curse on you will make the things a wrong turn..... Until one day while Jude and the princess are Alone Jude revealed something shocking that made the princess shocked

Y/n: you were the one who cursed me all along....why

Jude grinned

Jude: I just want to take my revenge on ya... Princess

Y/n: what did I do to you...

Jude: you will find out soon once my curse effects you* evil laughs

After that night the princess doesn't want to go out with Jude anymore and she felt betrayed after all his kindness and support she doesn't have a clue that Jude is the one who cursed her all this years....

After a few years one day while Jude is doing his Work as a cold mobster traider Ellis came to Jude with a report....

Ellis: Jude did you still remember the day you were finding the victim who killed your mother ..

Jude: what type of question is that you dimwit

Ellis: I know you are still looking for the Killer who killed your mother ....the one you cursed is not the killer bit instead the killer is still at large....

Jude doesn't believe a thing and laughs

Jude: come on Ellis you stupid or something get back to work.....

At the day of the princess the princess is about to turn 20 and it's the middle of her birthday

Suddenly the princess saw a golden butterfly and follows the butterfly that leads her into the top of the castle tower where one of Jude's henchmen disguised himself as an old man

Y/n: hello there what are you doing

Old man: oh my I am just sewing my socks

Y/n: what is that thing you are sewing on

Old man: this is a spindle would you like to try

Y/n: of course can I try it

After the princess played with the spindle not knowing that when she touches the spindle she will fell into deep slumber for 100 years the princess plays with the spindle and suddenly she pricked her finger mistakenly and Suddenly she felt dizzy and the curse effected her and collapsed and the old man Transforms back into his Original self and reports to Jude about her.....

Henchmen: the curse is activated now my lord

Jude: *evil laughs* that's what she gets for Taking revenge on me she is such a dummy...

At home the noble family noticed that y/n is missing they looked for her and after dew minutes of looking for her they were shocked to see her laying down unconscious ly like she is already in her deep slumber the family had no choice but to accept the fate of there daughters sacrifice and layed her down in her bed and dresses her up in a white clothes and puts flowers in her bed

Y/n's mom: until we meet again after 100 years ( In a sad tone)

As whispers of the curse spread throughout the city, that about a woman who already fell asleep for 100 years begin to spread leading to Ellis Informing it to jude....

Ellis: Jude what have you done....this is not going well but why did you do that to her ...

Jude: Ellis I just want to take revenge on what she had done to kill my mother!!!!

Ellis: Jude I know you are still finding the killer of your mother but she did kill your mother .. Jude the killer is still there and you cursed her accidentally without even knowing that she loved you.....

Jude's eyes widen

Jude: what she loved me?

Jude drops his pen on his desk facing with regret and Dissapointment

Jude: why did I do this to her .... I am such an idiot...!!!!

As whispers of the curse spread throughout the city, Jude watched from the shadows, his guilt weighing heavily upon him. Though feared by many, even he could not ignore the suffering he had caused Determined to find a way to break the curse and redeem himself, Jude embarked on a journey of his own, seeking out forbidden knowledge and ancient artifacts that held the promise of salvation.

During his journey to break the curse and redeem himself, Jude delved deep into the hidden corners of the world, seeking out elusive clues and ancient relics that could hold the key to salvation.

His quest led him to encounter enigmatic figures and treacherous challenges, testing his resolve and cunning at every turn. From darkened libraries filled with forbidden texts to remote temples shrouded in mystery, Jude left no stone unturned in his pursuit of redemption.

Along the way, he faced temptations and trials that challenged his morality and resolve. Yet, fueled by his desire to right the wrongs he had committed, Jude pressed on, driven by an unwavering determination to break the curse and free the princess from her eternal slumber.

As he ventured deeper into the heart of darkness, Jude discovered ancient prophecies and forgotten rituals that hinted at a path to salvation. With each new revelation, he grew closer to unlocking the secrets of the curse and fulfilling his quest for redemption.

But as the forces of darkness closed in around him, Jude realized that his journey was far from over. With danger lurking at every turn, he knew that the ultimate test of his courage and resolve still lay ahead.

After a 100 years past Jude came into the noble familys house where the princesses room is locked with the help of Ellis Jude and Ellis managed to get inside and Jude saw how y/n is in the middle of her curse and Jude felt sorry for it

Jude: I am sorry I love you too y/n even I have no Idea I cursed you you are always will be the one in my heart

Jude entangles your hair and brushes it and cups his hands in your cheeks

Jude: I will break this curse of mine in you and we will be together forever...

With one final vow he leans in and kisses you on the lips and he broken your curse

Y/n: Jude.....

Jude smiles and hugs you

Y/n: I love you more Jude I promise to always be there for you

Jude: me too we will always be together and I will never forget about this love you gave me!

Jude found redemption not only for himself but also in the eyes of the revenge he had once feared and ruled over. And though his journey had been fraught with darkness and despair, he emerged from the shadows a changed man, ready to embrace the light of a brighter future.

This story is for @judejazza I know she likes Jude so much so I hope you like it if you want me to make more of this plss feel free to message me ❤️

#ikemen villians jude #ikemen series

15 notes · View notes