#ikemen revolution fluff

[cloudcountry]

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

WARNINGS: none!! :D

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

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

TAGLIST: obligatory @vivislosingitagain tag

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

oh, how you adore him.

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

[xxsycamore]

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…

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Cozytober 2023 (aka, my 250 Followers Celebration!)

I'm celebrating 250 followers!! I'm so thankful to all of you who have followed me and interacted with my posts and fics, and to thank you all, I'm combining my annual Cozytober Writing Challenge with my Follower Celebration!

All info and Rules are listed below! This writing challenge is open to everyone, and there's a little something to scratch every itch.

Info:

Dates: October 1st - October 31st Masterlist Posting: November 3rd

I decided to do something a little different this year, so all of the prompts for this event are songs! I handpicked this list from my favorites; some are upbeat and fun, others are a little more somber, and many of them evoke that hazy, haunting mood of the autumn season. I encourage you to listen to them, but it's not a requirement! I will have a link to the lyrics of each song that you are free to use at your leasure.

This challenge is open to Fluff, Slice of Life, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, and Smut for all Ikemen Games, including Ikemen Prince, Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Villains, Ikemen Revolution, and Ikemen Genjiden!

Rules:

NO minors or ageless blogs are allowed to post smut for this challenge.

If you are an ageless blog and you post Smut for this challenge, you will get a single DM warning and the 48 hours following to post your age on your blog, or you will be blocked from my blog. If you are a minor and you post smut for this challenge, you will be blocked on sight. I welcome ageless blogs or minors to write Fluff, Slice of Life, Angst, or Hurt/Comfort!

Please label your fic with the suitor(s) you are using and which ikemen game they come from!

Please also label which genre your fic falls under (ie., Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort/slice of life, smut) and any appropriate content warnings

You can use as many or as few lyrics as you want from a song to use as inspiration! You can also combine songs if you're feeling fancy. Just make sure to list the titles of the song(s), as well as the lyric(s) you're using in your fic in the description.

Example:

Prompt - No. 11: "Love Like Ghosts" Lyric - "Yes I know that love is like ghosts, only few have seen it but everybody talks"

Please use the tag #Cozytober Follower Celebration on your fics so that I can find and reblog them! Please also tag my blog @randonauticrap to make it even easier for me to locate them and add them to the Masterlist! If I haven't reblogged your fic by the end date of the challenge, on October 31st 2023, it probably means I have missed it, so please DM me with a link to your fic and I will reblog. Similarly, if you do not see your fic on the Masterlist when it is posted on November 3rd, please DM me with a link to your fic and I will update the masterlist accordingly.

The last date I will add new fics to the Masterlist is November 15th, so please let me know ASAP if your fic isn't there!

Song & Lyric Links:

She Lit a Fire - Lord Huron (Video/Lyrics)

Welcome Home - Radical Face (Video/Lyrics)

The Yawning Grave - Lord Huron (Video/Lyrics)

The Dead Waltz - Radical Face (Video/Lyrics)

The World Ender - Lord Huron (Video/Lyrics)

Ghost Towns - Radical Face (Video/Lyrics)

Way Out There - Lord Huron (Video/Lyrics)

Always Gold - Radical Face (Video/Lyrics)

Fool For Love - Lord Huron (Video/Lyrics)

Lonesome Dreams - Lord Huron (Video/Lyrics)

Love Like Ghosts - Lord Huron (Video/Lyrics)

Cursed - Lord Huron (Video/Lyrics)

In the Wind - Lord Huron (Video/Lyrics)

The Night We Met - Lord Huron (Video/Lyrics)

Meet Me in the Woods - Lord Huron (Video/Lyrics)

Thank you all again for getting me to 250 followers here on tumblr in the Ikemen Fandom!! I hope you have fun with this challenge, and I CANNOT wait to see your wonderful works! If you have any questions, feel free to pop in my DMs and ask.

Much love and coziness to you!

[ikeromantic]

Alice and the Beast pt 1

For my IkeRev 1K follower celebration, the votes came in for an AU with the Red Army and Alice in Beauty and the Beast. Part 1/5 Approx. 3000 words.

CAST:

Alice - Beauty

The Beast - Lancelot

Gaston - Jonah

LeFou - Zero

Cogsworth - Kyle

Lumiere - Edgar

Alice sat on the roof of the town’s tavern, book in hand. Here, she could read undisturbed, hidden by the steep peaks and wide chimneys. She leaned back against the wood shingles with a happy sigh. The day was chilly and Alice knew she should probably climb down, but she just needed to finish one more chapter . . .

“There you are.”

Her head jerked up at the sound of the voice, her brows twitching with annoyance. She found the source of the interruption. Jonah Clemence stared across the rooftop at her with an arrogance all his own. His amber eyes were lit with smoldering frustration and his perfect cupid’s bow lips twisted in a frown. Alice closed her book reluctantly. “Oh. Uhm. Hello?”  

Jonah crossed his arms. “That’s all you have to say?”

“Yes?” Alice felt a flare of irritation. What did he want, trumpets and flowers? She bit her tongue, determined to be polite. Jonah always brought out the worst in her. They were like oil and fire together. Explosive. 

“So you forgot.” His frown fell for a moment, a flicker of hurt in his gaze. He covered it quickly. “You do realize I am the most eligible bachelor in town. Women swoon when I walk by. Anyone would be flattered by a lunch date with me.” 

Lunch date . . . Alice remembered in sudden recollection. She’d been at the market when he cornered her, away from his ridiculous Heart Defenders club. They were a bunch of men and women that either wanted to date Jonah or protect him from romantic disappointments. Alice was never entirely sure which and didn’t care to find out. But they hadn’t been there when he stopped into her path and demanded she meet him for lunch. 

“I did. I am so sorry, Jonah. I - are you sure that date was today?” Alice did feel bad about leaving him hanging. Sure, he was arrogant and sometimes annoying but he was also kind and honorable. And either way, she wasn’t the kind of girl to ghost someone. Not intentionally.

Jonah gave her a withering look, then glanced over his shoulder and down. “Zero, was my date with Alice today?”

“Yes sir! I marked it down the day you asked her out.” Zero’s voice floated up from beyond the roof edge. It was rare to see Jonah around town without him, so Alice was not surprised he was lurking nearby. While Jonah might be the most attractive man in town, his faithful follower Zero was one of the most skilled. A great hunter and swordsman, devoted to the service of one Jonah Clemence.

Alice sighed and stood. “I’m really sorry about that, Jonah. Maybe we can reschedule?”

“No. We’ll go for a late lunch today.” He held out his hand to help her down.

Alice ignored the gesture, too annoyed with his assumption she would just drop her afternoon plans to eat with him. He never asked, he just assumed and ordered people around like he was royalty. “I -” She was a breath away from telling him off when the shingle under her foot came loose and she stumbled.

The tavern roof wasn’t high enough for a drop to be deadly, but it was going to hurt going off the side. Alice flailed, trying to catch her balance as she stumbled toward the edge. Then a strong pair of hands took hold of her, arms wrapping around her waist. She was pulled tight against a firm chest. Steady and safe.

She froze, awkward in the embrace and still processing her rescue. Alice clung to Jonah and took several deep breaths.

For his part, Jonah held her tightly, a warm, stable anchor. And for once, he didn’t make a snide comment or a prideful boast. He just held her there until she was ready to stand on her own again.

“Is everything ok up there?” Zero called from his spot on the ground.

“Thanks.” She pulled away from him, trying not to look as embarrassed as she felt. 

His expression was almost gentle, a genuine smile playing at the corners of his lips. And then it was gone, swept away by his usual mask of pride and certainty. “Now you owe me one.”

Alice wanted to argue, but there was no point. He had kept her from a painful fall, and even if that was just the gentlemanly thing to do, it was still worth her gratitude. “I do. So . . . what do you want?”

“First, we are going to have lunch together. A late lunch.” Jonah turned to call out to Zero. “We’re coming down now. Run ahead and let the cafe know.”

When they arrived at the little cafe and bakery, Zero was waiting for them beside a table. It sat right in the window to the cafe, where any passerby would see them together. Great. And there was a lit candle, burned down low now, beside a single red rose in a pretty little vase. Alice eyed them distrustfully. This looked a bit too romantic for her taste.

“Sit,” Jonah said imperiously. 

Zero pulled out her chair and Alice sat. “Thank you Zero.” She gave him a smile. Despite being Jonah’s henchman, Zero was actually a pretty nice guy. He didn’t deserve a grimace just because he did what his boss told him to do.

The waiter stopped at their table with drinks, sweet lemonade with a tart kick. Alice was surprised since they hadn’t ordered anything yet, but then she realized they weren’t going to. Jonah already had it sorted.

“Did you already order for me?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Of course. I don’t want to waste our date watching you dither over what to get.” He smiled smugly. “You will like what I ordered.”

Alice wanted very much to throw her lemonade in his cute little face, but when her stack of strawberries and cream pancakes came out, she had to admit that was exactly what she would have gotten anyway. They were delicious. Fluffy and sweet, with fresh strawberries in a sweet cream sauce. 

Jonah flashed a triumphant grin as she dug in. “See? You should trust me more. I have the best taste.”

“Yes, ok. Fine. These are great. Thank you. But I still would rather have picked them myself.” 

He turned his head to look out the window, staring over the heads of his fan-club. They’d gathered outside to watch him eat. Several stared daggers at Alice for being his ‘lucky’ companion. Jonah let out a huff. “You can be so difficult. But -” He looked at her again, vulnerability flickering in his amber eyes. “That’s part of what I like about you. Everyone else in town just goes along with what I want. Not you.”

Alice wasn’t sure what to make of this. Was it a - a compliment? After a moment, she gave him a faint smile. “Thank you. I think.”

“You think? What do I need to do to flatter you? You are so infuriating.” He went back to his mille feuille, a tiny frown wrinkling his perfect brow. 

“Sorry, then. I don’t mean to be. Besides, you aren’t exactly Prince Charming.”

Jonah gave a little laugh. “You know he’s a fictional character, right? In real life, there’s just guys like me. And Zero, I guess.”

“Thanks!” Zero gave a nod from where he stood by the door, ready in case Jonah needed him for something. 

“Pffft.” Alice stuck her tongue out at him. “So what if he is? That doesn’t mean I can’t meet someone as nice.”

Jonah gave her a pointed look. “I’m nice, you know. Very nice.”

A raised brow was the only response Alice gave him to that. He wasn’t wrong, exactly. He was nice. Just insufferable and arrogant to boot.  

After lunch, they parted ways, with Jonah extracting a promise that Alice did indeed owe him another date for the roof rescue. This one didn’t count because she’d agreed to it before. She found she didn’t mind agreeing as much as she thought she would. Sometimes Jonah wasn’t that bad. 

Alice ran her errands in town as quickly as she good. It felt like everyone from the bakery boy to the girl at the vegetable cart knew she’d had lunch with Jonah. Every single one tried to find out how it went, and were they together, and what did she think of him. Alice gave them the best non-answers she could but at some point it was hard to be obtuse. 

When she got home and put her purchases away, she felt a deep sense of relief to finally be alone and away from the questioning, jealous looks. Why was it so hard for people to believe she’d rather be alone and reading than out on a date? She sighed heavily and frowned at the kitchen stove. 

More than anything, she wanted to curl up with her favorite love story and forget the whole thing, but her father was due back from his trip today and she wanted him to come home to a warm meal. Alice started preparing in the kitchen. A thick, brown bread with a hearty soup. Roasted vegetables and a fruit salad. 

Her work was interrupted by a heavy, insistent knock at the door. She dried her hands and went to see who it was. “If it’s Jonah, I swear I am going to give him a piece of my mind,” she murmured.

Zero stood at the stoop, his expression oddly distant and tense. 

“If you’re here because Jonah -”

“I’m not here for him.” Zero’s lips pressed to a thin line. “Your father. We found his wagon. What’s left of it.”

Alice felt the world drop out from under her. “What . . . is left? Where is my dad?” She tried to keep her voice level. Calm. But she could hear the shrill panic creep into the words.

“We didn’t find him. Just the wagon, smashed to bits at the bottom of a hill. It looks like he might have lost control on the downslope. The horses are gone, and so is he.” Zero took a breath. “But there are tracks leading to the old Kingsley estate. He might have gone there.”

“Kingsley?” Alice knew the name. Once a prominent ruling family in the area, the estate was now sunk into decay. It was rumored that the last Kingsley still lived there, a bitter hermit with no one but a few trusted servants for company. 

Zero nodded. “I wanted to let you know, so you wouldn’t find out from rumors.” He paused, reached for her. His warm hands enclosed her own. “I am going to follow the tracks. Talk to Kingsley, if he’s really there. We’ll find your father. I promise.”

She drew in a long shaky breath, and pulled her fingers from Zero’s grip. “Ok. Yes. Wait. Right here.” Then she rushed inside, changing from her dress into a pair of practical trousers, heavy boots, a heavy shirt and jacket. Alice tucked a pairing knife into her coat pocket, as well as bandages and flask of liquor. 

Zero was right where she left him, looking cold and confused. “Alice. What are you doing?”

“Obviously, I’m coming with you.” She gave him her best determined glare.

“No.”

Alice stepped out and closed the door behind her. “You can’t stop me. Besides, what if he’s hurt? He might need me.” 

“It’s dangerous,” Zero told her. “There are wolves. The Magic Tower. Rogue wizards and bandits -”

“I’m not scared.”

“Alice -”

“Zero, I’m going. Now, I can go by myself or you can help. Which is it?”

His dark blue eyes studied her for a long, silent moment. Then he nodded. “I won’t let any harm come to you.” He turned and gestured for her to follow. 

“You don’t have to protect me,” she told him, following. 

Zero didn’t say anything.

The old dirt road that led out of the village disappeared into the shadows beneath ancient, twisted trees. The bare branches stretched like bony fingers toward the sky, clutching at the grey wintry clouds. Alice gave a little shiver as she and Zero passed out of the light and into the gloom. I am not afraid, she told herself. 

Zero reached over without a word and took her hand. 

Alice felt her face heat but she didn’t pull away. It made her feel braver, despite the strange sounds and chill wind. 

The hike to her father’s wrecked wagon didn’t take as long as she expected. She could see the steep cliff path and the sharp curve, the shattered remains of the safety fence. And down at the bottom, her father’s wagon. Her heart turned to ice in her chest, and for a moment she couldn’t move, not even to breathe.

“It’s alright, Alice. It’s just things there. Not your father.” Zero squeezed her fingers gently. 

His words brought warmth back into her chest, and after a moment she was able to move forward. 

They walked together toward the wreck. While Zero crouched down to look for tracks, Alice walked around the wagon. The wheels were broken, the pots of bookbinding glue were crushed, the dyed leather, string, and the sheafs of thin, bleached paper scattered across the ground.

She was just glad it was only the shipment of supplies. Things could be replaced, but her dad was priceless. 

“Found them. This way, Alice.” Zero called her over. 

Alice stared at the ground where Zero stood, but she couldn’t see whatever tracks he was following. As far as she could tell, no one had ever come this way before them. “Are you sure this is the way my father went?”

He nodded, gesturing. “There’s a spot there where the ground is compacted. And there, some bent grass.”

She could kind of see it, when he pointed the signs out. It made her feel a little better. Alice walked alongside Zero, letting him point out all the little signs of her father’s passage. As the day edged toward evening, it was even harder to see them. “Do you think we’ll find him before it gets dark?” The sky was already fading to a muddy shade of slate, the colors of sunset hidden behind heavy clouds. 

“Maybe.”  Zero paused, going very still. 

Alice took a few more steps before she realized he’d stopped. She turned to ask him why, but the words died in her throat as she heard a not-so-distant howl. Her eyes went wide. “Wolves! Should we run?”

He shook his head and loosened the sword in his scabbard. Zero turned, his eyes narrowed as he searched for some sign. Then he gestured to Alice. “Get behind me.”

She barely had time to obey before the first dark shapes slipped from the brush nearby. Her little pairing knife appeared in her hand, though the tiny blade felt like a joke against the creatures swarming toward them. 

The wolves were nearly as large as a horse, with dense fur in shades of black, grey, and brown, and eyes that glowed in the gloom with a purple hue. They moved with feral grace, quick and lethal. Alice felt a shiver run down her spine. 

Zero’s sword was in his hand, the edge glinting sharply in what was left of the day’s light. He was ready when the wolves rushed forward. A mass of motion, dense fur and sharp teeth. Low growls punctuated by high-pitched whines as his blade darted and flashed among them. 

Alice watched with awe. She’d known he was the best swordsman in town. The most accomplished hunter. But to see him like this made it real for her. Zero, always quiet and a little awkward, the man in Jonah’s shadow, danced among the wolves with lethal elegance. He dodged every snap of their hungry jaws, laying about with the flat of his blade. 

She was so fixed on watching him that she didn’t notice the wolf slipping around behind them. It came for her in a silent charge. Alice stumbled back, but she wasn’t fast enough to get out of its way. Paws the size of dinner plates crashed against her shoulders. She fell to the ground.

Zero shouted something, but Alice couldn’t hear him over the whine of panic in her ears. All she could hear was the rumbling growl of the beast as it opened those wide jaws. 

I shouldn’t have come, she thought. I am going to die here. 

The purple glow of the wolf’s eyes met her own desperate gaze. Give up, give up, give up. There is no hope for you. A whisper, a hum, a chant. The demand to surrender echoed in her mind. But . . .

“I have to find my father!” Alice jammed the tiny pairing knife up, frantic and desperate. She felt it sink into flesh. The wolf yelped. It drew its head back, teeth glinting. Alice tried to pull the knife free, but it was stuck in the fur and muscle of the beast.

Then Zero was there. The flat of his blade slammed the side of the wolf’s head. It whined as it leapt away, leaving its prey behind. “Are you alright, Alice?”

“Y-yes. I think so.” 

He helped her to her feet. “That was the last one.” Zero frowned. “I am sorry that one got past me.”

Alice took a shaky breath. “It’s ok.” She took another, trying to chase the trembling from her limbs. “I lost my knife though. So . . . I hope there aren’t more coming.” At his confused expression, she explained about the pairing knife and how she’d stabbed the wolf. 

Zero’s lips twitched up in a small smile. “Good thinking to bring something. But you could have said you wanted a weapon.” He unhooked a hunting knife from his belt and handed it to her. “This will work a bit better than a pairing knife.”

She nodded and tucked it into her coat. “D-do you think they will come back?”

“Not tonight. Wolves prefer easier prey.” He inspected her. “Should I take you home now? We can look for your father again tomorrow.”

“No. I don’t want him out in the cold like this. Let’s keep looking.”

Zero nodded and pulled a magic crystal lantern from his pack. The pale blue glow encircled them, a tiny patch of light in the growing dark of the night. Then together, they continued on. 

The tracks led them to an old stone fence. It was crumbling and in disrepair, so low at points that even a child could step across it. “Your father crossed into Kingsley land,” Zero said softly.

“I’m not afraid of some old hermit.” Alice stepped over the ancient stonework. “Let’s go.”

After a moment, Zero nodded and stepped across. They’d barely gone another hundred paces before they froze, listening. In the distance, a howl shook the night. A sound so full of loneliness and hopelessness that it hurt to hear, a sound almost human in its depth of despair.

“What was that?” Alice looked around.

“I don’t know.” Zero paused, then stared to his left. “Who’s there?”

A laugh floated toward them from the darkness. “I am Edgar Bright. And I don’t need to ask your names. You are trespassing on the lord’s lands.”

As Zero held up the lantern to see better, a man stepped forward. He had eyes the color of soft jade and carefully styled brown hair. His narrow face was split by a large mischievous grin. “I could kill you both for the crime . . .”

“Come on, Edgar. You’re being scary again.” Another man followed the first, this one was a little taller, with a tired expression, rumpled clothes, and messy hair. “You two came here for the old man, right?”

“Yes,” Alice and Zero said at the same time. “Then come on.”

Part 2

[somekidnamedkai]

Ray Blackwell & Sirius Oswald Fluff ABCs: F & P

Notes: I don’t really write for Ikerev anymore, but this was sitting in my drafts so I decided to post them

Characters: Ray Blackwell, Sirius Oswald

Warnings: None

Ray Blackwell

F = Family (do they want a family? if they do, when? how big?)

You mean another cat? He already has all those alley cats. Oh, you mean kids. But… the cats...

In all seriousness, Ray would love to have kids and start a family with you. He’s been thinking about having a family with you, thinking he’s planned it all out.

Two girls and two boys. Living in the black army. They’d like reading, and they’ll love cats just like their dad. And they’ll have their mom's beauty and kindness.

P = Pet names (do they have any pet names they use?)

The question is, is there a pet name he doesn’t call you? Nope. He’ll mostly call you Kitten or Sweetheart, but this man isn’t shy when it comes to calling you names.

He likes to try out different nicknames on you. See what he likes and what he doesn’t. So don’t be shocked if you wake up and he calls you Cupcake or M’lady.

“Do you even remember her name?! You terrible, terrible man!” Seth has shouted at Ray once or twice. But seriously. Does he remember your name? Or is your name Kitten now?

He does. Remember your name, that is. Whenever there’s a meeting he’ll refer to you by your name. Even then, he only does that because the last time he called you kitten at a meeting everyone thought he meant Belle.

“My Kitten is doing wonderful.”

“Glad to know that Belle is doing ok, but I was asking about Alice.”

“I was talking about Alice.”

“You said-“

Sirius Oswald

F = Family (do they want a family? if they do, when? how big?)

Sirius is already a dad. He has his plants and the black army to look after. The little brats. They’re your family now.

But Sirius would love to have an actual family with you, he’d love to have some kids.

He wouldn’t ever admit it, but Sirius has daydreamed of some little munchkins of his running around (specifically ones that don’t go by the names Ray or Fenrir.)

Sirius would just love to have a family with you. He could imagine a little mini-you running around, and it warmed his heart up. After he proposed, his imaginings of a family grew. Sirius would often tell you how dreams of a family raising kids and having a nice family with you, and how he can’t wait because he loves you.

P =Pet names (do they have any pet names they use?)

You’ll always be Little Lady to Sirius. He’s tried to give you other nicknames but they’ve never “sounded right” according to him.

Before he stuck with Little Lady, however, he would call you some other pet names like Pumpkin, or Kid. It never worked out.

Sirius is kind of simple also, so he’s not going to stress out over a little nickname for you. Little Lady rolls off his tongue, so why try to change anything?

It was perfect. You were perfect.

[voltage-vixen]

‘Tis the Season for Love Content Creation Challenge Masterlist

Here’s the Masterlist from @xxsycamore’s and mine ‘Tis the Season for Smut Challenge! The featured content includes an assortment of creations, and includes works from the following fandoms:

Cybird    >Ikemen Prince    >Ikemen Vampire    >Ikemen Sengoku    >Ikemen Revolution Genius    >My Secret Spy Lovers Genshin Impact Mystic Messenger Obey Me Twisted Wonderland Voltage    >Ayakashi Romance Reborn    >Court of Darkness    >Destind: Mr. Almost Right    >Kings of Paradise    >Oops! I Said Yes?!    >Star-Crossed Myth

 A 🎨 next to a creation indicates it is artwork.

*Please be advised that some of the content created for this challenge contains NSFW content and to respect the creator’s warnings and labels while also reading at your own risk.

The Fluff Prompts

Starting with preparations way too early

Cybird

Ikemen Vampire

One More Christmas With You: Comte de Saint Germain x MC  @xxsycamore

Voltage

Star-Crossed Myth

Recovering My Star’s Shine: Zyglavis x OC  @fang-and-feather

Sipping hot chocolate and then stealing a kiss

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Right Here: Clavis Lelouch x f!Reader  @scorchieart

Sipping Hot Chocolate and then Stealing a Kiss: Leon Dompteur x Reader  @violettduchess

Sipping Hot Cholate and Stealing a Kiss: Luke Randolph x Reader  @aquagirl1978

Ikemen Revolution

Sipping Hot Cholate and Stealing a Kiss: Harr Silver x Reader  @aquagirl1978

Ikemen Senogku

Sipping Hot Cholate and Stealing a Kiss: Kennyo x Reader  @aquagirl1978

Ikemen Vampire

Sipping Hot Cholate and Stealing a Kiss: Jean d’Arc x Reader  @aquagirl1978

Voltage

Ayakashi Romance Reborn

Like You as You Are:  Shizuki x MC  @lost-khione

Sweet Drink: Koga x MC  @lost-khione

Oops! I Said Yes?!

Cocoa Kisses: Shu Hasunuma x f!MC  @voltage-vixen

“Okay, maybe I DO need help putting the star on top of the tree.”

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

A Little Bit Short: Yves Kloss x Reader  @myonlyjknight

Make Me Reach for the Stars: Yves Kloss x MC  @xxsycamore

My Shining Star: Gilbert Von Obsidian x Reader  @aquagirl1978

“Okay, maybe I DO need help putting the star on top of the tree.”: Chevalier Michel x Reader  @violettduchess

“This gingerbread house just WON’T stay up!”

Cybrid

Ikemen Prince

A Chaotic Christmas: All princes, Emma, and OC in a platonic grouping  @myonlyjknight

A Sweet Moment: Yves Kloss x OC  @fang-and-feather

Ikemen Revolution

“This gingerbread house just WON’T stay up!”: Harr, Loki, and OC in a platonic grouping  🎨    @krys-loves-otome

Sharing a scarf

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Scarf Sharing: Leon Dompteur x Reader @violettduchess

The Scarf: Licht Klein x Reader  @myonlyjknight

Warmth: Gilbert Von Obsidian x OC  @gilbertvonobsidian

Ikemen Sengoku

A Warm Winter Day: Kicho x Reader  @aquagirl1978

Sharing a Scarf: Kennyo x OC 🎨   @krys-loves-otome

Ikemen Vampire

Attention On Me!: Napoleon Bonaparte x MC  @xxsycamore

Mystic Messenger

Snuggles in the Snowfall: Jumin Han x f!MC  @voltage-vixen

“I said that I’d teach you how to ice skate, I didn’t say that I know how to ice skate.”

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Ice Skating: Clavis Lelouch x Reader  @violettduchess

Voltage

Kings of Paradise

“I said that I’d teach you how to ice skate, I didn’t say that I know how to ice skate.”: Yosuke Sagara x OC 🎨  @cupidocherie

Forced to wear an ugly Christmas sweater

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

An Uncanny Resemblance:  Silvio Ricci x MC/Emma  @midwinterrmemento

The Ugly Sweater Party: Silvio Ricci x Reader  @aquagirl1978

Ikemen Vampire

Our Ugly Getalong Christmas Sweater Party: All residents of Comte’s mansion in a platonic pairing  @xxsycamore

Being the MC/LI’s fake date for a Christmas party/ball

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Fake Date: Nokto Klein x OC 🎨  @krys-loves-otome

Mine For a Christmas Night: Jin Grandet x Reader  @xxsycamore

What a Difference a Year Makes - Chevalier Michel x Reader  @aquagirl1978

Genius

My Secret Spy Lovers

My Rescuer: Masamune Araki x Reader  @ikemen-prince-writers-posts

Voltage

Ayakashi Romance Reborn

Dancing Between Emotions: Toichiro/OC   @fang-and-feather

Surprising their partner in the morning with a new pet underneath the Christmas tree

Cybird

Ikemen Vampire

Birds Of A Feather: Dazai Osamu x MC   @xxsycamore

Voltage

Court of Darkness

Puppy Love: Toa Qelsum x MC   @chirp-a-chirp

Destind: Mr. Almost Right

The Gift of Family: Rei Rindoh x f!MC  @voltage-vixen

“Those clichéd traditions are exciting for me, now that I have you.”

Obey Me

It’s A Wonderful Life: Diavolo x gn!MC  @chirp-a-chirp

Twisted Wonderland

Traditions: Malleus Draconia x Reader  @ikemen-prince-writers-posts

Voltage

Ayakashi Romance Reborn

First Shrine Visit: Gaku x Futaba  @lost-khione

The Smut Prompts

Warming up together after a snowball fight

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Warming Up Together After A Snowball Fight: Chevalier Michel x MC @ludivineikewolf

Genshin Impact

The Winnings of War: Childe x f!Traveler  @voltage-vixen

Wearing nothing but a ribbon around the neck

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

A Kitten for Christmas: Sariel Noir x Reader @norel-ravenclaw

Ikemen Vampire

I’m Yours Tonight: Arthur Conan Doyle x OC  @fang-and-feather

Fun under the blanket

Cybird

Ikemen Revolution

Fun Under the Blanket: Fenrir Godspeed x MC  @ludivineikewolf

Ikemen Vampire

Another New Year: Napoleon Bonaparte x Reader  @aquagirl1978

Bodies roasting by the open fire

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Bodies Roasting By An Open Fire: Clavis Lelouch x MC  @ludivineikewolf

Ikemen Sengoku

Warlord Roasting By An Open Fire: Nobunaga Oda x f!MC  @voltage-vixen

“A kiss under the mistletoe doesn’t have to be where we stop.”

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Don’t Stop: Jin Grandet x Reader  @aquagirl1978

Insatiable Cravings: Silvio Ricci x Reader  @ikemen-prince-writers-posts

Ikemen Revolution

Mistletoe Not Require: Zero x f!Reader  @chaosangel767

Voltage

Court of Darkness

Nothing Else to Compare: Roy Invidia x MC  @chirp-a-chirp

Star-Crossed Myth

Sweet Heat: Zyglavis x OC   @fang-and-feather

“I’ve decided I don’t want to be on the nice list this Christmas.”

Cybird

Ikemen Revolution

Dalim, Baby: Dalim Tweedle x f!Alice  @voltage-vixen

Ikemen Vampire

The Gift of Your Touch: Issac Newton x OC  @fang-and-feather

“Actually, there is one more thing on my wish list.”

Cybird

Ikemen Vampire

A Joyful Wish: Charles-Henri Sanson x Reader  @aquagirl1978

“Actually, there is one more thing on my wish list.”: Vincent va Goh x OC 🎨  @krys-loves-otome

Obey Me

A Wish Come True: Diavolo x f!MC  @voltage-vixen

“Those clichéd traditions are exciting for me, now that I have you.”

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Yours For A New Year’s Morning: Jin Grandet x Reader   @xxsycamore

[toloveawarlord]

♥ Pairing: Kyle Ash x Reader

♥ Event: 25 Days of Christmas 2022

♥ Prompt: Matching Christmas Sweaters

♥ wc: 1k

♥ a.n: It’s been a while since I’ve written anything for Kyle, but I enjoyed writing a more blissful, holiday fic with him.

Winter brought many ailments, making the resident doctor quite busy. He had little time between treating soldiers on the verge of having irreversible frostbite and venturing out into the frigid cold to visit homes for various illnesses, and for injuries incurred from falling on the ice-covered ground.

Kyle hadn't the time to do much but sip down a little drink before passing out, then waking to start it all over again. The days all seemed to blur together. It surely didn't help that you had been stolen away by his parents.

The two of you had been invited to the annual Ash family holiday celebration, and his mother had requested that you assist in the planning this year. He was thrilled that you had become so close with his parents, but it was unfair that planning a party took two whole weeks.

Two weeks that he couldn't afford to abandon his position. It would be a disservice to all those he swore to care for.

He slept the entire way to his childhood home, awkwardly crumbled up on the seat and face smooshed against the hard side of the cabin. Even the bumpy road couldn't rouse the exhausted doctor. Kyle needed to absorb as much energy as possible to survive the party that would soon be started.

It smelled absolutely divine inside the warm home. The cold wind that had berated him from the carriage to the foyer ebbed away, replaced with the comforting heat of the fireplace enveloping him.

“Oh, you made it!”

Kyle was relieved to hear your voice, having only his memory to recall it for the last two weeks. Honestly, he’d forgotten how to function without you there to encourage him. “You’re very festive,” he said, accepting you into his arms for an overdue hug.

You were dressed in a beautiful, red sweater with embroidered tiny green trees in multiple rows. The pattern borderline tacky, but simple enough to pass as high-class holiday wear in Red Territory. “Don’t worry, there’s one for you as well. Your mother insisted on us all matching.” It was adorable that his family did this each year for their party.

“Ah, I should have warned you...”

“You should be grateful that this isn’t an ugly sweater party. “Now, come on,” You took his hand, intent on getting him ready before the guests began to arrive. Everything had been prepped. Your only remaining task was that Kyle be dressed and present to greet the guests. “We don’t have a lot of time.”

His childhood bedroom was where both of you stayed when visiting, except this year it was decorated with holiday items, likely you’re doing. Some presents were perfectly wrapped and lined up across the dresser, adorned with bows and shiny wrapping paper.

“Kyle-” You’d turned your back for one second and the man had collapsed onto the bed, feet hanging off the bed to keep his dirty boots off the clean sheets. “Oh, I suppose it’s alright for a few minutes. I can’t imagine how tired you are.” To be quite honest, taking a little nap sounded incredibly good to you as well.

Yes, he was quite tired. “I didn’t have my assistant to make the work easier, or to cuddle in bed after a taxing day.” Kyle liked having you in his arms, body heat keeping the both of you warm in bed. Golden eyes cracked open when the weight of his boot on his foot disappeared. “My mother won’t be happy if she finds us both asleep.”

“Oh, shush. We’ve got-” You tugged off his other boot, gaze flickering over to the clock hanging on the wall, “forty good minutes before we have to be presentable and downstairs.”

That was all it took to convince Kyle. He sighed, as if finally able to peacefully relax when the two of you settled beneath the warm covers entangled your limbs together. “I almost forgot,” he said, lifting his head from your shoulder.

You hadn’t the chance to get any words out. His lips sealed yours, taking a slow and gentle kiss.

“There. Now we can nap.”

Your lips still tingled from the kiss, and you were grateful that he was resting his head against your chest and unable to see the bashful expression on your features. For a doctor known for his laziness, he had come in like a slow-motion whirlwind.

Absently, you brushed your fingers through his velvet locks, content with listening to his even breathing. It was unimaginable how much work he must have done to earn a few days off for the holiday. You would need to thank Lancelot upon your return.

He deserved a relaxing holiday spent with the people he loved.

The time seemed to pass all too quickly, and you waited until the last possible second to wake him. “Kyle, we need to get dressed.” You poked your finger against his cheek, knowing the man to be awake by the way his features crumpled in sleepy denial.

“What if we skipped the first hour of the party? I don’t think anyone would notice,” he replied, eyes firmly shut. It wasn’t as though he didn’t wish to attend, but you were so warm and comfy. Kyle wanted to stay right here forever. 

Something rutted against his legs, soft oinks coming from the culprit.

“Goo, you’ve betrayed me-” Kyle stopped halfway upright and tilted his head. Rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn’t seeing things; he was greeted with a sight most peculiar. “Why is Goo wearing a sweater?”

His beloved little pig not only had a sweater on, but it was also the exact one that you wore.

“Because Goo is part of this family as well. He didn’t want to be left out of the festivities.”

“Did he tell you this?”

You welcomed the small pig onto your lap, rubbing his head as he rutted his nose against your sweater. “You love your sweater, don’t you Goo? What a handsome boy-”

Should he be jealous over your cooing and affection for the pet pig? He was admittedly, a little so. But Kyle was simply happy to have you back. That infectious laughter and beautiful smile was enough to chase away the darkest of clouds. Even if it meant matching sweaters with a rambunctious little pig. 

[yarnnerdally]

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

Stupid Cupid

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

           

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[chaosangel767]

Blanc!!!! Oh sweet Blanc! I miss you so much. More Fluff to fill that hole in my heart. He never got the justice he deserves. I love this fic so much, you captured him perfectly.

The Yule Ball - Blanc Lapin x Reader (Ikemen Revolution)

A/N; Part of the Series of Firsts event I am hosting.

Pairing: Blanc Lapin x Reader

Prompt: First Look

Word Count: 417

Tags: fluff perhaps ooc as this boy never got his route, i'm just winging it here folks, but if anyone deserved a fic for my event, it's this guy @vivislosingitagain - tagging you because blanc

“Alice!”

You knew that voice, bright and light, like a greeting from an old friend. And you knew that smile, warm and welcoming from the moment you met that fateful day.

But you almost didn’t recognize the man walking towards you. 

Straightening your back, you smoothed your skirt as the White Rabbit approached. The  friendly recordkeeper who you had met with frequently over a casual cup of tea was now replaced with an elegantly dressed stranger in a winter white suit.

He looked good. He looked more than good. Dashing and handsome, you wondered where this Blanc was hiding the whole time you’ve been in Cradle?

You schooled your expression by the time he reached you; the last thing you wanted was to appear like a lovestruck school girl.

With a smile so dazzling, he took your hand in his, bringing your joined hands to his lips and brushing a chaste kiss across your knuckles. His gaze met yours; why hadn’t you noticed before how truly beautiful his eyes were? Golden flecks shone under the lights of the ball like stars in his eyes, capturing your full attention as you stood there dazed.

He withdrew his lips from the back of your hand, his cheeks tinted pink like he had just come in from being outside. Your gaze was still fixed on his as he let go of you; already, you missed the warmth of his hand as a strange feeling stirred inside, leaving you longing for more of his touch.

He flicked his eyes away from yours; following his gaze, you watched as couples gathered on the dance floor as soft music filled the ballroom.

“Would you grant me the honor of a dance?” His words were polite, but his whisper was soft, yet sultry; words that were meant only for your ears. His hand was extended to you, in eager invitation.

Until tonight, you had only viewed Blanc as a platonic friend. As record keeper of Cradle and the first person you met in Cradle, Blanc had been a guiding force when navigating your way through Cradle, someone you trusted and was always there for you, be it with a helping hand or a listening ear. 

Slipping your hand into his, his warmth radiated through your body, lighting a smile on your face.

“Yes, Blanc, I would love to dance with you,” you replied as he guided you onto the dance floor, your heart fluttering at the thoughts of where this dance might lead you.

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Tagging: @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @chaosangel767 @alixennial @redheadkittys @queen-dahlia @ikehoe @kisara-16 @kpop-and-otome @lordsisterxotome @lucyw260 @yarnnerdally @crypticbibliophile @judejazza @maries-gallery @randonauticrap @xbalayage @xenokiryu

[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: edgar contemplates you.

WARNINGS: none!! :D

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

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

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

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

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

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

He doesn’t.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He just hopes you will want it as well.

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

You really are too sweet to him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My precious Alice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Because you do, and you always will.

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

[kazvha]

A little gift for you - spring event [CLOSED!]

It's been a year since I started this blog, so I'm doing this little event to celebrate!🥂

spring event masterlist

Rules!

[12/12 slots reserved!] Requests closed! Please don't send me any asks anymore!

• Simply like this post and choose your price! First come, first serve!

• 1 price per person! Please be fair. If you want to remain anonymous, choose an alias or an emoji that I can address you with.

1. Match up:

-> I'll write short headcanons for you and a character I match you up with, and I'll also mention 2 runner-up characters.

Send me an ask in which you introduce yourself and choose 1-3 fandoms from the list below (pls put the fandoms in order of favorite to least favorite). You can tell me e.g. about your personality, your mbti, your pronouns, likes & dislikes, hobbies, fun facts, goals, what you're attracted to, age range, what you look for in a relationship, your love language, etc. Whatever you feel comfortable sharing!

2. Moodboard:

-> Get a relationship moodboard with him.

Send me an ask in which you state:

1. The name of a character from the fandom list below

2. Your basic appearance (e.g. gender, skin color, hair). This is completely optional though!

3. Fake texts:

Send me a number from either this fluff prompt list or from this angst prompt list and choose 1-3 characters of 1 fandom from the list below. I'll write some fake texts for this prompt.

4. Song requests:

Send me 1 character from the list below + 1 song of your choice (maybe also some specific lyrics). I'll try to write something for it.

Fandoms I'll write for:

Any male characters from: Blue Lock, Eleceed, Sk8, Valorant, Tokyo Revengers, One Punch Man, Kuroko no Basket, Daiya no Ace, Haikyuu!, Dr. Stone, Uramichi Oniisan, Ikemen Sengoku/Revolution/Prince/Villains, A3!

Genshin Impact: Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gaming, Heizou, Itto, Kaeya, Kaveh, Kazuha, Lyney, Neuvillette, Tartaglia, Thoma, Wanderer, Wriothesley, Xiao, Zhongli

Resident Evil: Leon (any game/film), Chris, Carlos, Billy

Attack on Titan: Eren, Armin, Jean, Connie, Reiner, Porco, Levi, Onyankopon

Bungou Stray Dogs: Dazai, Kunikida, Fyodor, Sigma, Chuuya, Nikolai, Bram

One Piece: Shanks, Luffy, Usopp, Zoro, Sanji, Ace, Sabo, Law, Kid, Mihawk, Paulie, Crocodile, Marco, Katakuri, Bartolomeo

Moriarty the Patriot: William, Louis, Albert, Sherlock, Moran, Von Herder

Gintama: Gintoki, Katsura, Takasugi, Sakamoto, Hijikata

Hunter x Hunter: Hisoka, Chrollo, Illumi

Fire Force: Benimaru

Feel free to ask if you have any questions! This is my first time doing something like this, feedback is always appreciated.

[violettduchess]

Welcome to what I hope will be a fun, interesting writing challenge 🌌

After seeing the results of yesterday's poll, I'm going ahead with the One Suitor, One Prompt Content Creation Challenge.

Interested? Keep reading!

How will this work:

At the end of this post will be a poll which will determine which Ikemen game the challenge will be based off. I am only including games which have English localizations.

Once the game has been chosen by popular vote, all the main suitors from that game will be added to a choice wheel from pickerwheel.com

Fifteen generic prompts will be added to a second wheel (prompts are listed below)

Once the suitor and prompt have been chosen, the writing can begin!

The length/ type of fic (nsfw, fluff, angst, AU, etc) is entirely up to the writer. Anything goes.

Rules:

This challenge will start on August 5th and conclude on Sept 2nd. Sometime after that date, I will create a masterlist of all contributions.

This challenge is open to writers for the Ikemen fandom.

This is a challenge that can include nsfw content. Minors beware.

Participants may write as many entries as they like.

Please tag your work #one suitor one prompt ccc so I can find it and add it to the masterlist. Please tag me @violettduchess as well.

Feel free to use the banner above when posting works for this challenge.

Prompts:

water

shade

sunshine

rain

library

tears

writing

dancing

dressing up

ocean

flowers

laughter

morning

meal time

bedtime

Thank you and I look forward to seeing what you choose! 🌌

[kissmetwicekissmedeadly]

WOAH!! gingerbread house but it's THEIR house!! That's so creative and cool whaaat I'm totally inlove with this and THE ART MADE EVERYTHING BETTER im so so inlove with this idea!!! Thank you for making that!!! You're amazing, Krys!!!

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!

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"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.

[ciaossu-imagines]

IKEMEN REVOLUTION MASTERLIST

Edgar Bright

Fluff headcanons

Assorted headcanons

Fenrir Godspeed

Assorted headcanons

Assorted headcanons

NSFW headcanons

Friendship with Ray

The stupidest thing he's ever done

Does he play sports & something he and his parents disagree about

Friendship with Ray

Harr Silver

Smut headcanons

His fears & if he believes in marriage

Jonah Clemence

Favourite holiday dish

Assorted headcanons

Kyle Ash

Luka Clemence

Mousse Atlas

Zero

Sirius Oswald

With a love interest who feels fat drabble

Why he could punch you and you'd thank him

[ikeromantic]

CinderAlice pt. 1

The winner of the IkeRev 1K AU story poll was Cinderella! Featuring the Black Army guys and Alice as Cinderella. Pt. 1/4

Alice felt a trembling excitement in her heart. Her eyes scanned the royal decree nailed to the lamppost just beyond the gates of her home. There would be a ball at the palace and all the citizens of Cradle were invited. That meant even her, she thought, and couldn’t stop a smile from spreading on her cheeks.

“You look happy.” 

The unexpected words surprised her and Alice gave a little jump. Turning, she saw Luka. He was just back from his early morning delivery run. A light sheen of sweat graced his brow and his patched work clothes were dusty. His gentle expression was turned to an apologetic frown.

“I didn’t mean to surprise you.” He looked away, his bright amber gaze skittering over the mostly empty street. “I thought you heard my come up.”

Alice always felt a little self-conscious around Luka. He was sweet but shy, and very pretty. He also worked hard - harder than almost anyone she knew. “It’s ok. I was spacing out. It’s just - did you see this?”

Luka nodded. “I saw Sir Godspeed putting them up around town.” He looked back at her, his gaze unexpectedly intense. “Are you going to go?”

“I -” Alice paused. The idea of a royal ball was wonderful. Beautiful people and clothes and good food, music and dancing. But that was for people with money and power, like her step-sisters. They would have pretty dresses and jewelry to wear. But Alice had just her work clothes, and a locket with a picture of her mother and father. “I wish.” She laughed it off and waved a hand toward the poster. “I don’t think parties like that are for me. I don’t even know what I would wear!”

Luka studied her expression. “So you would go if you had a nice dress?”

“Sure, I guess.” She shrugged. “Anyway, I have to get back inside before my stepmom notices how long it’s taking to put out the trash.” Alice took a step back toward the house. “It was good seeing you, Luka!”

He gave her a wave, his face solemn. “I’ll see you later, ok?”

“Yeah,” she grinned and headed back inside. Once home, all her good feelings faded quickly. There was tea to put on and breakfast to make for her step-sisters and step-mother. Then she had to slip upstairs while they ate to clean their rooms and make their beds and gather the day’s washing. 

On her way back downstairs, she could hear them chatting about the royal ball. Of course they’d heard about it by now. Anastasia, the eldest of the two, was already certain she would capture the eye of Prince Ray, while Drizella was of the opinion that this would be the perfect time to get close to Sir Godspeed, protector and friend to the prince. 

Alice sighed. She didn’t imagine either of them would be capturing anyone’s hearts. They were both too sharp and bitter, always ready with a cruel observation or a cutting remark. But they would get to go and probably have a great time while she would be stuck here at home, dreaming. 

“What are you sighing about, girl? Feeling sorry for yourself?” Lady Tremaine’s sharp voice brought Alice back to the immediate present. 

“N-no, my lady! I was only - that is, I was thinking - how nice it would be to get to go to the royal ball.” Alice swallowed, nervous. There was no choice but to be honest when the Lady asked a question.

Her step-mother frowned, the expression natural to her severe, gaunt face. “Really? I wouldn’t think you would be interested. But if you like, you can go of course. I won’t stop you. First, you’ll need to complete all your chores. I won’t have the house a mess because of your daydreaming.”

“Thank you, my lady!” Alice felt the first faint glow of hope, and a small smile crept to her lips. 

“And you’ll need to figure out what to wear. There isn’t money or time to get you a new gown, so you’ll have to make do.” Lady Tremaine gave her a cold smile bereft of any affection. “If you go dressed like that, it will only embarrass you.”

Alice nodded mutely and stood aside as her step-mother passed her in the hall. She wondered at moments like this what her father had loved in this woman. She couldn’t imagine it. But she could imagine the ways she might get a dress, even with no money. 

The rest of the day’s chores sped past, even with Druzilla and Anastasia adding more mess to the usual work load. Alice was in such a good mood, even their teasing couldn’t bring her down. By mid-afternoon, she was done with pretty much everything but dinner service and the Lady’s bath arrangements, but that left her plenty of time to run into town for her own little errand. 

She set off for the Central Quarter to make some trades for her dress. There was only about a week to the royal ball, which wasn’t much time. Alice stopped at a tailor’s shop and went around to the servant’s entrance in the back. She knew the workers here, and they liked her. She had helped them out a time or two with hem repairs and other stitchery - so when she asked for odds and ends, whatever scraps they had, they were happy to help.

Alice left there with a bag of fine cloth, enough for what she had in mind. Her next stop was a little rundown antique shop. Full of old items, many worn out or broken, and some that she wasn’t even sure what they were for. They knew Alice from when her father was alive, and were once frequent guests at the manor. Though the Lady Tremaine no longer welcomed them, they had a soft spot for Alice.

She explained what she needed, and came away with a whole jar of buttons, lace bits, and other odds and ends. Just the sort of pretty notions a fancy dress would need. Or, they would be once she shined them up a bit. 

Alice was turning the jar slowly as she walked, admiring all the pretty little things inside. But she wasn’t watching where she was going. One moment, she was moving forward, and the next, she was nose first, pressed against a broad, warm chest. Fine fabric, brass buttons, a sword at the hip, and a pair of polished boots. Her mind took inventory as she scrambled back, already apologizing.

The man in front of her was tall, with large, violet eyes and a soft, wise smile. “Don’t look so worried, little lady. You didn’t do me any damage.” He bent down to look at her more closely. “Are you alright?”

“Y-yes?” He was very handsome, she realized, and also definitely not a commoner or even a merchant. “I’m really really sorry I bumped into you.”

“It’s fine. I wasn’t paying attention either.” He grinned and straightened. “In fact, it’s probably mostly my fault. Why don’t you let me buy us a tea to make it up to you? There’s a sweet shop just around the corner that’s supposed to be very good. And I’m told there’s no better way to apologize than a warm drink and something sweet.”

Alice blinked. Had this gorgeous stranger just asked her out to tea? She looked down, a slight flush in her cheeks. “Umm. Thank you but no. I have to get home and make dinner.” Which was true. She’d taken a little longer than she meant to at the antique shop and if she didn’t hurry, she’d have hangry step-sisters to deal with. 

The man sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Alright little lady, I won’t keep you. But - if you change your mind, stop by where I work, hm? Just ask for Sirius. I’d like to apologize properly. Besides, it’s not everyday I nearly run over a beautiful girl.” He jotted an address down on a scrap of paper and slipped it into her bag.

“Thanks,” Alice stepped away. His smile made her heart do funny things in her chest and she wasn’t at all sure if she liked it. Besides, if she stuck around he would definitely notice her blushing and that would be so embarrassing. “It was nice to meet you. Bye!” She hurried off before he could do anything else that would make her feel even more awkward. 

Once home, she stashed her bags and forgot all about the man and his note in the chaos of supper preparation. Anastasia was gluten-free and Druzilla didn’t eat meat, and Lady Tremaine required a broth and fresh bread at every meal. Alice ate whatever was left over from their plates and wasn’t picky about it. 

She still remembered the one time she’d set herself a plate. Just a bit after her father died, and their first family meal without him. Alice just assumed she would be included as usual. The ensuing humiliation clarified her place in the family now though. Servant, unseen and unheard, out of the way. Not a sister nor a daughter. She was no one. The girl that slept in the kitchens. 

It didn’t bother her anymore, not really. That was what she told herself, anyway.

Alice was exhausted by the time she finished emptying the water from Lady Tremaine’s after dinner bath. She didn’t feel much like working on anything, but her imagination spurred her on. The royal ball would be like nothing else. And she would be there, in the dress she made. 

The cloth she had was off-casts, the ends of fabric rolls, and badly cut swaths. Different colors and textures and patterns. A rich panoply of cloth that Alice could visualize in the dress she wanted. It was difficult work to cut and pin, to piece the skirt and bodice together from this random assortment of velvets and silks. But she managed. 

Every day for the next week, she spent any spare moment stitching. Every night, she stayed up as late as she could. She polished the best of the notions from the jar, silver buttons and little paste gems, even a set of tiny bells for the hem. Alice wasn’t entirely sure it would all come together, with so many layers and panels, but it did. 

The dress featured a slow fade from the bright center panel at the front, to a dark central panel at the back. The mismatched patterns were brought together with embroidery, and set with paste gems. And the silver buttons made a beautiful closure for the bodice. One she could do up herself, as she would need to. Alice tried it on. The silk felt so different against her skin after years of wearing rough-spun linen and cotton. 

She couldn’t suppress a laugh as she spun, making the skirt flare out around her legs. The tiny bells made soft music with every motion, only adding to the magical feeling of wearing something that made her feel beautiful. This would be the perfect dress for the royal ball. No one else would have anything like it. And just in time too. Tomorrow was the royal ball and she wouldn’t have time to get ready and finish sewing. 

The next morning, she hurried out to tell Luka her good news. She knew he would be happy for her, and she was too full of joy not to tell someone. Alice caught him just as he was heading out to his second job. “Luka!” She waved him over.

“You look even happier than you did last week.” He smiled at her and then looked down, shuffling his feet. 

“I am! I finished my dress!”

“So . . . you’re going to that royal ball?” Luka raised his head just enough to see her nod affirmation. He sighed. “I heard it’s just so the prince can find his lady love. All the women in Cradle are going on about it.” He let out another long sigh. “I guess you want to marry a prince too?”

Alice frowned. “Nope. I don’t care about that. I just want to go dance and hear the music and see all the pretty decorations. And I want to look beautiful for a night too!”

“You’re always . . . pretty.” Luka’s ears were bright red. The rest of his face was hard to see as he looked down and his hair fell over it. 

She felt as if her breath left her at that unexpected compliment. She’d known Luka for years and he’d never said anything like that. “Th-thanks.”

He glanced up and his cheeks were flushed. There was some unreadable depth to his amber gaze that Alice was afraid to search. “I thought . . . you might . . .” Luka murmured something she could not hear. And before she could respond, he shoved something into her hands and hurried away.

“Hey! Luka! Wait! What is this?” Alice tried to get him to stop but he was nearly running. She looked down at what he’d handed her. A small, wooden box. Alice opened it and nearly dropped it. A pair of tiny earrings lay inside. The delicate metalwork held two tiny stones that matched the color of her eyes perfectly. 

Alice took a trembling breath. She hadn’t expected a gift, much less something like this. Had he meant for her to wear them to the ball? She wasn’t sure, but she decided she would - and then she would give them back. It was too expensive to accept, especially when she knew the long hours and hard work he put in to live on his own. There was no way he could just buy something like this. It was too much, and it made her chest feel tight and hot to think about what he must have done to give this to her.

She tucked the box into an inner pocket under her apron and went back inside. 

The manor was buzzing with activity. After breakfast, there were seamstresses and tailors, shoe fitters, and jewelers in and out of the manor all day. The final fittings and accoutrement for Anastasia and Druzilla. Alice could only admire their lovely ball gowns and jewelry. Stones worth more than the whole manor hung around their necks and gems decorated their hands and ears and hair. 

She did her best to stay out of the way, the quiet and efficient maid she was expected to be. But her step-sisters kept summoning her to them for one thing or another. “Fetch my shawl.” “Bring the other petticoat.” “Get my slippers.” “I want a bite to eat.” “Get me a glass of wine.” 

Of course, Alice knew the real reason for it. She hadn’t told them she made a dress or that she would be going to the ball. And they wanted to show off in front of her. To taunt her with all of the things she could have, if only she wasn’t her father’s daughter. It hurt, more than she cared to admit. But this was hardly the first time and it would not be the last. The Lady Tremaine spared no expense for her daughters. 

She was in the middle of pouring a chilled white wine for Druzilla when the lady herself swept in to inspect the proceedings. The shoe-fitter had only just left, and no doubt Lady Tremaine wanted to see the results. Two pair of perfectly fitted, perfectly matched shoes sat on little pedestals. Bejeweled and shining, with gold filigree and thread of silver. 

“Hm. These might do,” Lady Tremaine gave them a haughty gaze. “Though I dare say he’s done better work.” 

That was the moment Alice noted what the lady held. An all too familiar bit of embroidery poked from the folds of a colorful silk ballgown, but there was something wrong with it. The colorful panels were smeared and stained as if -

“I found this cleaning cloth in your room, Alice. How often must I tell you to clean the rags or dispose of them when they are beyond use?” The lady’s gaze snapped to Alice in the same moment, a sour smile at the corners of her thin lips. She shook out the dress, displaying the damage as if proud of it.

The embroidery was torn and coming undone. Paste gems hung from their stitching or were missing entirely. Several of the panels were coming apart at the seams, with tangles of thread exposed. And the whole thing looked as if it had been shoved into a chimney and pulled through. 

Anastasia’s eyes lighted on it and a fierce wicked flame lit her from within. “What an awful mess that rag is!” She grabbed a sleeve and tore it off. “Was this meant to be a dress? For a cinder-ball?”

Druzilla laughed. “I don’t think even a street urchin would be caught dead in that.” She tore off a gem and crushed it under heel. “Cheap paste. I think even the servants at the palace wear better.” 

“Indeed. This is just a filthy rag.” Lady Tremaine tore the gown, ripping it from seam to seam so that the little silver buttons popped off and rolled about the room. “Throw it in the garbage bin. Unless - Alice, did you have something to say?”

Tears stung her eyes, but there was no way she would let them fall. Not in front of her step-mother. Her heart hurt to see her beautiful creation decimated in moments by cruel hands, but what could she say? ‘No, stop! I am wearing that to the ball?’ It was ruined. And there wasn’t time to even try to repair it. “I- I’ll toss it out right now, my lady.” Her voice was soft, muted. Holding back the rage and disappointment, hiding it under the subservient face Lady Tremaine expected.

“Excellent.” Her step-mother handed Alice the dress and watched her go. Just at the door, the lady called out. “Oh, my dear, I almost forgot to ask. Did you manage to find something to wear for the ball?”

“No, my lady.” Alice bowed her head.

“It’s just as well,” Druzilla remarked. “What would you even do there? Bore them with stories of dusty curtains? Or regal them with recipes for roast duck?”

Anastasia nodded enthusiastically. “I’m sure the royal court would be enamored. Tales from the maid! Can you imagine! I almost want to drag her along so we can watch her humiliate herself.”

“Now girls,” Lady Tremaine’s voice cracked across the room, sharp and cold as ice. “Let’s not be cruel. There is nothing wrong with being a maid. The girl knows her place. And you should know yours. Try to act like a proper lady or it won’t matter how nice a gown I’ve dressed you in.”

“Yes, mother,” both girls replied sulkily. 

Alice was too far down the hall to hear more, and she didn’t want to anyway. Her heart felt as if it was breaking into a thousand pieces. It was so stupid. The whole thing. To think she might get to go to a royal ball . . . to imagine having anything nice. That wasn’t the life she was fated for. No, she’d slave away under Lady Tremaine until her step-mother died. And then she would work for Druzilla, or perhaps Anastasia, until her time came too. That was it. That was all. 

She imagined running away sometimes. Making a life for herself. Working three jobs didn’t seem so bad, and if it was for someone other than Lady Tremaine, it would probably be better. But she was afraid. Cradle could be a dangerous place for a girl on her own. And Alice wasn’t at all sure where she would run to, or how to even start a life. Where to sleep, what to eat,how to find work . . . 

No, this was it, and it was best she accept it. Alice made her way to her room and lay down, silent sobs shaking her shoulders as she cried away her hopes and dreams. She held the remains of her dress in her arms and let her tears soak the silk. 

Part 2

[xxsycamore]

🧡 𝗗𝗜𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘, 𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 2 - MASTERLIST

Here you can find all the works created for this challenge hosted by @queengiuliettafirstlady and me! (Link to the challenge)

I'll be updating this masterlist gradually as the challenge progresses! (If you've created a work in the duration of this challenge and before the deadline - July 15th - and you can't find it here, don't hesitate to let me know!)

legend: 💝 - fluff; 🔞 - smut; 💔 - angst; 🎨 - art

█ DAY 1, June 19th - Bodyguard AU | Mafia AU

Ikemen Vampire

🎨 Mafia AU - Theo & OC - @krys-loves-otome

💔 Worth Protecting - Napoleon x OC - @fang-and-feather

Quello che vuoi, lo ottieni - Napoleon x Wellington - @xxsycamore

🎨 Mafia AU - Dazai - @badass-at-fandoming

Ikemen Prince

💝🔞💔 Captive Heart - Silvio x f!Reader - @nightghoul381

💔 Overture - Nokto x Adam (OC) (cw: near-death experience; poison) -@naresnani

Ikemen Sengoku

💝 Miss Fortune - Mitsuhide x MC (cw: gun mention, blood mention) - @lorei-writes

█ DAY 2, June 20th - Angels and Demons AU | Pirate/Mermaid AU

Ikemen Revolution

🎨 Angels and Demons AU (cw:blood) - Harr x OC - @krys-loves-otome

🎨 Angels and Demons AU - Seth - @badass-at-fandoming

Ikemen Vampire

💔💝 Back to You - Mozart x Mermaid OC - @fang-and-feather

💔 Between Good & Evil - Shakespeare x Theo - @xxsycamore

💔 Treasure - Jean x Napoleon - @xxsycamore

Ikemen Prince

Different; Similiar - Chevalier & Gilbert - @lorei-writes

█ DAY 3, June 21st - Social Media AU |Coffee/Flower shop AU

Ikemen Vampire

💝 Hope - Isaac x Reader - @fang-and-feather

Ikemen Revolution

🎨 Flower Shop AU - Sirius x Lancelot - @badass-at-fandoming

Ikemen Sengoku

🎨 Coffee/Flower Shop AU - Kennyo x OC - @krys-loves-otome

Ikemen Prince

🎨 Flower Shop AU - Leon - @nightghoul381

█ DAY 4, June 22nd - Celebrity AU | Bookstore AU

Ikemen Vampire

💔💝 Now and Forever (+ Soulmates AU) - Leonardo x f!Reader - @violettduchess

The Doors that Connect & Divide - Entrance: Arthur (cw:blood) (+ Magic AU) - Arthur x Reader - @lorei-writes

Ikemen Sengoku

🎨 Bookstore AU - Mitsunari x OC - @krys-loves-otome

Ikemen Villains

Celebrity AU - Elbert x Kate - @atelier-the-atelier

Ikemen Revolution

🎨 Bookstore AU - Seth & Nodisha - @badass-at-fandoming

Ikemen Prince

🔞 The Silvio Cinematic Universe - Silvio - @atelier-the-atelier

🔞 Bad Romance - Gilbert - @aquagirl1978

💝 Love on Set - Yves x Reader - @fang-and-feather

█ DAY 5, June 23rd - Forbidden love AU | Soulmates AU

Ikemen Prince

🎨 Soulmates AU - Nokto x OC - @krys-loves-otome

💔 However, he is... Leon - Leon x MC (cw: implied mutilation) - @lorei-writes

Ikemen Vampire

💝 Bonds of Fate, Bonds of Love - Jean x OC - @fang-and-feather

💝 Soulmates AU (+ Bookstore AU + Coffee Shop AU) - Comte x f!reader - @violettduchess

Ikemen Revolution

🎨 Forbidden Love AU - Seth x Zero - @badass-at-fandoming

█ DAY 6, June 24th - Office AU | Circus/Magic AU

Ikemen Prince

💝 Illusion of Grandeur [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] - Clavis x Reader - @claviscollections

Ikemen Vampire

Wings of Freedom - Napoleon x Genderbent!MC - @xxsycamore

💔 Fake Promises, True Dreams (+ Arranged Marriage AU) - Leonardo x MC - @fang-and-feather

🎨 Magic AU - Vincent x OC - @krys-loves-otome

Ikemen Revolution

Office AU - Seth & Edgar - @badass-at-fandoming

█ DAY 7, June 25th - FREE DAY ( an AU of your choice!)

Ikemen Prince

💔 Memories That Lived - Chevalier x Reader - @princesspraya

💔 Teenage Love - Silvio x OC - @ikemen-writer

Negotiation - Gilbert x f!Reader - @violettduchess

💝 It Was You - Chevalier x Reader - @aquagirl1978

Into the -BertVerse - Gilbert (x Reader?) - @lorei-writes

Ikemen Revolution

🎨 Kagema AU - Seth x Sirius - @badass-at-fandoming

Obey me!!

🎨 Free Day - Lucifer x MC - @krys-loves-otome