#ikerev dalim fluff

[ikeromantic]

Alice in College pt 2

An IkeRev Central characters AU! Written for my IkeRev 1K Celebration, a boarding school AU was the poll winner. Approx. 2700 words. 2/6

Part 1

Alice startled as the office door swung open. Dalim was sitting behind a huge mahogany desk, a slight smile on his face. “Hey! What are you doing here? This is supposed to be for teachers.”

“I’m sorry?” The blond’s brow wrinkled. 

“Dalim -” She gave an exasperated sigh. Clearly she was in the wrong spot. She reached for her notebook.

“I see. You’ve confused me for that hooligan.” 

Alice looked up. “What?”

“It happens all the time. I really don’t know why. I’m nothing like him.” The blond stood with a grimace. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Dean Tweedle. And I’ve prepared your schedule for this term, so why don’t you take a seat?”

She realized then that his clothes were completely different from Dalim, his hair carefully styled. A bunch of small differences that separated the . . . “Are you brothers or, or cousins or something?”

“Absolutely not. We are in no way related.” Dean frowned and sat back down. 

“Oh. Well. Sorry then.” She felt a little surprised by his reaction, but this place was strange and maybe in Cradle it was totally normal for two people to look practically alike. She sat in the seat across from Dean. 

“Excellent. Let’s not bring it up again.” Dean smiled at her again and steepled his fingers. “You are in the unlucky position of being a midterm transfer. That means we’ll have to work extra hard to get you caught up.” He pulled a stiff sheet of paper from a file on his desk and handed it to her.

Alice stared down at the class schedule in dismay. There were thirteen subjects listed, along with 2 study periods. “Umm, Professor, this says my first class is 7am?”

“Please, Alice, call me Dean. And yes. You’ll have double the subjects this term, double the homework and studying.” He sounded almost gleeful. “It will be quite a load, but I am sure you’re up to the task.”

“You are?” She blinked up at him, feeling off kilter. 

Dean smiled even more brightly. “Of course. You’ll have plenty of help in your study halls and lots of time to focus”

Alice looked down again. She had some subjects she recognized, like history and speech, and others that were strange. Crystal theory and metaphysics. “Ummm. Can I switch some of these? Like . . . phys ed? In London I took band . . . and . . .”

“I’m afraid not. This schedule is perfectly balanced and includes all the coursework you’ll need to progress.” He reached across the desk to pat her hand. “We’ll have you caught up in no time.”

His touch was warm and gentle, and it did kind of soothe her nerves. 

“Thanks.” She flipped the notebook open to tuck her schedule away. The pages inside were full of tight, scrawled cursive in chaotic lines. No map. No blank pages. Alice realizes immediately what must have happened. That rude Amon guy had her notebook, and she had his. Great.

Dean was still smiling at her. “You should spend the evening getting acclimated to the school and grounds. Breakfast starts at 5am and you’ve got Crystal Theory bright and early. Don’t be late to class, hm?” 

“What? Oh. Right.” She shut the notebook. “Could you tell me how to get to the library from here? I think I left something there.” Hopefully Amon was still around. She’d trade him his notebook for hers and get her map back.

“Already getting some study time in? Wonderful.” Dean rubbed his hands together. “It’s not too far -” He gave her directions and saw her to the door. 

Alice tried to follow his instructions. Left to the stairs. Take a right at the second landing. Then . . . was it take the first stair up or the second? Had he mentioned a second? She passed a roped-off corridor as she made her way down the empty hall. Maybe it was the third one? A sound made her stop in her tracks, and turn.

Someone was moving in the dark hallway beyond the rope. She caught sight of a face beneath a dark hood, wild strands of pale hair, glowing ember-colored eyes. “Amon?” 

He turned away, ignoring her. 

Alice pushed past the rope and went after him. This part of the school did not look like it was in use. There was a sign that said, ‘ No unauthorized entry’ and then a little ways further, ‘No students allowed beyond this point.’ But it seemed Amon definitely went this way.

Many of the doors were shut and locked. In open rooms, she could see dust cloths thrown over desks, the magic lamps emptied of crystals. She wouldn’t have minded exploring a little more - curiosity was a weakness of hers - but Amon was hurrying on ahead and she needed to catch up. 

“Amon! Wait! You - you have my notebook!”

If he heard her, the words didn’t even give him pause. He ducked into one of the rooms and out of sight.

Alice paused on the threshold, feeling nervous for the first time on this little chase. The arch above the door was scorched, the paint peeled and blackened. The room beyond was full of strange shapes, some covered with greying cloth and others, just looming shadows. “Amon?”

No reply. Maybe he was hiding from her. She walked in, moving cautiously. The covered figures were statues, she thought, peering under one of the covers. And past that, strange looking equipment. Huge round vats of glass so big she could swim in them if they were full. Metal tubing that curved and arched into spiraling designs sat atop a series of tables, and then there were things she couldn’t begin to imagine the use for. 

She leaned forward, peering at a rack of tools. Or, she thought they were some kind of tools. Handles with - something covered her eyes. 

“Guess who, princess!” A low, teasing voice tickled against her ear. 

Alice pulled away, knocking several things onto the floor. 

Somewhere from the shadows, another low voice hissed a warning. “Stop making so much noise! Someone will notice.”

“I’d make less noise if you didn’t say hello by grabbing me.” Alice glared toward the darkness and then turned her gaze back toward Dalim. He smiled at her smugly despite her glare. “What are you doing here? I don’t think students are allowed in this area. There was a sign.”

Dalim gave a shrug. “Just working on some stuff.”

“Tell her to go away.” Amon stepped from a darkened alcove, his expression one of extreme displeasure.

“Umm, I am pretty sure you can tell me yourself. And anyway, I’m not here to hang out. You took my notebook.” Alice held out the black notebook she’d taken on accident. “Trade back?”

Amon tried to swipe it but Alice jerked it back out of reach. 

“I can’t believe you don’t want to hang out with us!” Dalim plucked the notebook out of her hands. “You really just came down here to give this back?”

“No. I am here for my notebook. It’s got a school map in it. And - and Harr gave it to me. As a gift.”

“How sweet.” Amon rolled his eyes and let out an annoyed sigh. He held out his hand to Dalim. “Thanks for getting that for me.”

Dalim gestured toward Alice. “Give her the other one.”

“You’re joking.” Amon glared at the blond. 

“If you please? I’ll just take it and leave you two to your top secret boys’ club or whatever.” Alice put her hands on her hips. 

“It’s not a boys’ club,” Amon spat back without moving his gaze from Dalim. “I’m researching something so fantastic that it would destroy your tiny little banal brain if I tried to explain it to you.”

Alice rolled her eyes. “Look, tryhard, you aren’t scaring me. I don’t care what you’re doing up here. I just want my notebook back. It was a gift, and it’s useful. So stop dragging this out. I’d like to get back downstairs before dinner is over.”

Dalim leaned forward and whispered something to Amon. 

After a moment, Amon nodded. “Fine. I’ll give it back.” He pulled open his messenger back and rummaged around until he came up with a familiar looking notebook. He flipped through it quickly, as if checking for something, then held it out. “For you, Alice.” His smile was mocking.

Dalim nudged him. 

“Yeah, ok, and I’m sorry I gave you a hard time.” Amon sighed. “Good enough?”

“For a first try.” Dalim grinned. “Sorry about him, Alice. He was raised by wolves. Anyway, you want to see what we’re working on? It’s pretty impressive. Probably get us top scores in magical theory.” He raised an eyebrow, “And you’re pretty new to magic, right? So I know you’ve never seen anything like this.”

Alice snagged her notebook and tucked it under her arm with a frown. “Honestly, I don’t care what you’re doing up here. Besides, didn’t your friend say it would melt my brain?”

“I didn’t say melt -” Amon started, but Dalim interrupted. 

“He’s just being dramatic. Come on, I’ll show you. I don’t get to show off very often.” Dalim pulled a crystal out of his pocket and it flared to life, lighting the room. 

“Fine.” Alice wasn’t entirely ready to forgive either of them for being jerks, but she was curious. 

Amon smirked. “Come on then. I don’t have all evening to play tour guide.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her along after Dalim.

His hand was warm and oddly comforting, Alice thought. And this close, she could smell his scent, a heady mix of sharp, herbal scents that wasn’t unpleasant - though it was unusual. She wanted to dislike it, because it was Amon, but couldn’t help leaning into him. So much so that when he stopped, she bumped into him. 

“You don’t need to be so close,” he muttered, letting go of her hand and taking a step away. 

Dalim raised an eyebrow. “Right. So, princess, this is it.”

Alice turned to look where he was gesturing, her eyes going wide. She didn’t know enough about magic to know what she was looking at, but Dalim hadn’t lied. It was impressive. Cauldrons and glass vats full of glowing, multi-hued liquids and swirling smoke. Magic crystals with wires and tubes connecting them to blinking switchboards with turning gears.

“What is it meant to do,” she asked in a voice quiet with awe.

“That’s a secret,” Amon smirked. 

Dalim settled onto a stool. “Afraid you’ll have to earn our trust if you want to know more. But I’m glad you can appreciate how special it is that we shared it with you.”

“Is this for . . . a school project or something?”

“Something,” Dalim said just as Amon snapped, “None of your business.” 

Alice shrugged. “Ok, fine. But I can’t be terribly impressed if I don’t know what it does. Might just be all show, no function.”

Amon was gearing up for an insulting reply when Dalim held up a hand for silence. “I hear something,” he whispered.  

Then, from the distance, “This is an off-limits area! I know someone’s back here and boy are you in trouble.” 

“Dean!” Amon and Dalim glanced at each other. Then they were moving. Quick and silent, they ducked back out into the shadowy room. 

Alice tried to follow them, but her legs were shorter and she didn’t know the way. In a few turns, she’d lost them to the maze of halls and fabric covered displays. She crouched behind a table to get her bearings, breathing hard as much from exertion as excitement.

“Got you.” Dean’s face came into view with a flash of pale blue light. He looked surprised and a little disappointed as he realized who, exactly, he got. 

“Hello again, Mr. Tweedle.” Alice gave him a small wave. 

He frowned at her and then looked around. “Where are the others? Who are you here with?”

“It’s just me, I’m afraid.” She gave him what she hoped was an honest smile. Alice didn’t care if Amon and Dalim got into trouble, but she wasn’t about to turn into a snitch on her first day. 

Dean let out a breath, a frown line forming between his brows. “I could’ve sworn I heard . . . well . . . I suppose . . .” His gaze came back to her with an unexpected sharpness. “I’m rather disappointed in you, Alice. You’ve been here half a day and already getting into mischief.”

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Tweedle. I got turned around and then - then I let my curiosity get the best of me.” Alice hung her head guiltily. “I knew I shouldn’t have gone past the ropes, but I wanted to know what was back here.”

“Please, call me Dean, Alice.” He cleared his throat. “You’re quite lucky you didn’t come to harm. Some of the old equipment here is quite unstable.” He held out a hand to her. “Come along.”

She took his hand and let him help her up. “Is it? I wasn’t even sure what all this stuff was. Half looks like an art display and the rest, like something out of a mad scientist’s lab.”

Dean quirked a smile. “It would have been better for you to come ask myself or one of the other TA’s than to sate your curiosity through trespassing. But I can’t fault an inquiring mind.” He patted her head. “This floor is full of old laboratories our research students used to push understanding of magic in Cradle. Unfortunately, some of the experiments went too far and created unexpected problems. For the last few years, we’ve been working on unraveling some of the more dangerous magical fields and disarming the equipment, but much of it is still dangerous.”

“I see.” Alice wondered if maybe Dean was exaggerating the dangers - or if Amon and Dalim didn’t understand how dangerous this floor was. 

“I hope you do. We wouldn’t want to lose another -” his words dissolved into a shout of alarm as one of the nearby contraptions began to glow. 

Alice couldn’t make out what it was under the white sheet, but she could feel the crackle of strange energies in the air. Then without warning, something burst. There was a loud pop and the sheet - along with whatever lay underneath - came flying toward them. She held up her hands to ward it off, shouting. “No! Stop!” 

The sheet covered equipment froze mid-air and then clattered to the floor with a bang. The tension in the air released with a pop, and a sudden skirling in the air. Alice stared at it anxiously. 

Dean looked from her to the pile and back again. “Interesting.” He took her arm. “We should hurry lest anything else wake up.”

She wasn’t about to argue. Alice wasn’t sure what had just happened, but she wanted to get far enough away to reflect on it in peace.

The two of them made it to the stairwell without any other lab equipment taking offense at their passage. Then Dean led her down to the dining hall. He’d been quiet for the walk, contemplative. But here at the door, he paused. 

“I’d like to tell you the experience was its own punishment, but I’m afraid I can’t let your transgress go so easily. Rules are rules, you know.” He smiled at her gently as if trying to take the sting out of his words. 

“W-what does that mean?” Alice fiddled with her skirt, not meeting his gaze.

Dean took a breath, his eyes narrowing. “I’ll have to assign you some extra work to keep those idle hands busy. I think, perhaps, detention with Mousse each morning for the next week will do. And if not, I’m sure I can find some additional studies for you.” He sounded almost glad for it.

Alice risked a glance at his face and found that he was still smiling, and his gaze was bright. “I guess I understand?”

“Excellent. Just let me know if you find yourself with too much free time. I have some excellent ideas already.” 

“Thanks, Mr - uhm, Dean. I’ll go see Mousse first thing.”

“Six in the morning, on the dot.” Dean was definitely enjoying this. 

Alice nodded. “Right.” This was not the start she’d hoped for, but it could be worse. Maybe detention with Mousse would be fun? She kept telling herself that as she filed into the dining hall for dinner with the other students.

Part 3

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[mangolover]

Congrats on 50 followers! Can I please get “I wasn’t lying when I told you that I loved you.”With Dalim please? Maybe the two were talking at the tavern and drinking and fem reader ends up drunk?

Hey, thank you so much for all your support! ^^

Thank you for this request, I actually had a lot of fun while imaging Dalim to be a soft bean, making sure you get home safe after getting wasted in his bar.

I hope I did both Dalim and your idea a justice. I centered it around femeale reader ending up drunk confessing, but there’s just bit left to one’s imagination at the end.

So without any further ramblings, here is your request!

50 Followers Drabble Event, prompt #24 with Dalim “Dum” Tweedle

If you wish to check out the offical “50 Followers Drabble Event”, press here

Title: Drunk Confession

Prompt: “I wasn’t lying when I told you I loved you.

Fandom: Ikemen Revolution / Ikerev

Pairing: Dalim “Dum” Teweedle x fem! reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: consummation  of alcohol, intoxication

Spoilers: We don’t know much about Dalim so I don’t think there are any spoilers. Only his secret identity if you haven’t found it out yet.

Word Count: 1100+ (once again, oopsie)

Description: You had just moved to your new hom in the Central Quarter and decided to go celebrate with drinks at Dalim’s bar. You however ended up mixing alcohol and ended up drunk so Dalim took you home and slep over on the couch. In the morning you admit that your drunk confession wasn’t just the alcohol talking.

If you’re a minor, please don’t consume alcohol, wait until you’re of the legal age.

Also, drink responsiblly! And don’t drink and drive!

Drunk Confession

„I wove you!” you slurred to the handsome owner of the Oasis, the bar where you were currently drinking some fruity and sweet cocktails, he asked you to test for him. You sit in front of him, leaning your elbows on the bar for support, you were clearly drunk after you decided to mix alcohol and quickly downed a mug of stout, shaking a bit and sticking your tongue out from the sudden bitterness after such sugary drinks. Dalim tried to stop you many times, but you decided to let loose tonight, after all you finally moved away from your parents’ place and got yourself a nice little home in Central Quarter.

Dalim just let out a small chuckle while polishing a glass, you were one of the last patrons for the night and he was slowly getting ready to close the bar head to Magic Tower. You were murmuring something no one could understand one minute and the next you were dozing off on the bar top, placing your head on top of your hands and letting out quiet snores, only to wake up after two minutes and flirt with the handsome blondie again, confessing your hidden (not so hidden anymore) feelings. He was sure it was just the alcohol talking, knowing where to set boundaries before he does something both of you might regret in the morning.

And so, when the last patron stumbled out into the dark night, you were the only one left, now finally resting for about half an hour. Dalim didn’t want to wake you up just yet, instead he cleaned the bar to let you sleep a little longer, maybe then you will be able to come back home. Fifteen minutes later, someone lightly shook your shoulder and you slowly opened your heavy eyelids with a groan, feeling groggy. Your gaze focused and you saw a glass of water in front of you.

“Drink up, Princess” Dalim’s voice sounded from behind you as he was putting on his jacket and grabbing yours for you. “I’m going to walk you home so you don’t do something stupid.”

You just turned and stared at him, clearly still intoxicated. Dalim just sighed and stretched your jacket for you, “put your hands through the holes, we’re going home.”

“No.” His eyes widened at your sudden protest. “I’m only going home if you will sleep over.” What in the hell is going on in your head right now? He couldn’t understand why you would want some random man to sleep over at your house, he admits that he’s known you for about two years now, but still you would only ever hang out in his bar when you came for a drink.

“Don’t be ridiculous, you need to go home and get some rest y/n.”

“No.” Dalim run his hand through his hair, messing it up, before letting out a long sigh.

“Fine.” You let a sound of excitement as you put on your jacket and almost fell of your seat when you tried to get up, you were wasted, there is no way you’ll remember anything in the morning.

And so Dalim basically carried you back to your house, he was lucky you told him your address earlier otherwise he would be screwed. He had to carefully search your pockets in hope of finding your keys as you dozed off on his shoulder, drooling slightly. The sight was really adorable to him and he felt himself blush, but quickly shook his head. Now is not the time for that, he needs to get you in bed and stay on the couch so you won’t do something stupid. Or in case you vomit, you could suffocate because of that and he wasn’t ready to risk it. He loved you after all, only if it may not’ve been visible at all, he only didn’t flirt with ladies in his bar that much anymore.

Regardless, he got you into your bed, only taking off your shoes and jacket, tucking the blanket completely around your bed so you were wrapped in your own cocoon. He settled with sleeping on the couch in your living room, a decorative pillow under his head, he only took off his shoes and soon he had drifted off himself.

He felt someone touch his shoulder lightly and he opened his eyes slowly, only to see you in some fresh clothes holding a glass of water in front of him, your crouched form bathed in the rays of morning sun peeking through a window.

“Good morning Dum” you said and smiled sweetly, “here drink up.”

“Thank you” he downed the water in two big gulps, lowering it on the coffee table while you slowly sat next to him on the couch, but still leaving a little gap just in case you did something you weren’t supposed to do last night. There was a silence between you as Dalim was still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and you just stared at the same spot on the floor.

“So, uh… what happened last night?” you slowly turned your gaze only to see Dalim look at you with one eyebrow raised.

“You don’t remember?”

“Not in the slightest, I guess that beer was a mistake on my part, sorry for any trouble I have caused you.”

“Oh no, don’t worry. This couch is not even that bad” he tried to release some of the tension from his neck, only for it to crack loudly. “You did say some funny stuff though.”

“Oh gosh, what did I say?” you could already feel yourself getting embarrassed.

“You were hitting on me, saying you’re not drunk and that you love me, nothing too bad I assure you.” He smiled at you, trying to make you feel better.

“Well, you know” you looked him in the eyes and put your hand over his on the couch, Dalim looked down at them, and then back at you with slightly widened eyes. "I wasn’t lying when I told you that I loved you.”

There was an awkward silence between you two prompting you to remove your and and lower your gaze on the floor, your cheeks bright red and a dull ache slowly bubbling up in your chest, only to feel a small kiss on your cheek when Dalim had recovered from the initial surprise.

“I’m glad you feel the same Princess” Dalim said, the confident look in his eyes back and his sexy grin back on his face.

You both looked each other in the eyes, smiling and slowly leaning towards each other for the long-anticipated kiss.

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[ikeromantic]

Alice in College pt3

An IkeRev Central characters AU! Written for my IkeRev 1K Celebration, a boarding school AU was the poll winner. Approx. 2800 words. 3/6

Part 1 Part 2

Alice was late. She’d slept right through her alarm, and woken up to unfamiliar sounds. Her dorm neighbors moving around in their rooms, the odd creaks and groans of the old building, and strange birds chirping outside her window. Alice dressed in record time and hurried to Mousse’s office. 

She skidded to a stop at the door and took a breath, preparing her excuses. Only, when she looked in, Mousse had his head resting on an open book. His eyes were closed and his breath was shallow and steady. Was he? Definitely. He was sleeping. 

For a moment, Alice held her breath. Stay and wake him, she thought, or go and hope she wouldn’t be in trouble. Before she could decide though, Mousse inhaled sharply. His long, dark lashes fluttered open.

His gentle green gaze was warm and sleepy, and unexpectedly intimate. Mousse smiled at Alice as he sat up and took a long stretch. 

She couldn’t help but notice the way his shirt came a little untucked, giving her a momentary view of his firm abdomen, the slight v of his pelvis just above his belt buckle, and a shadow that might have been the start of a happy trail . . . Her head snapped up as his arms lowered, and her cheeks went hot. Let’s hope he didn’t notice me staring, she thought. Bad enough to be late, worse to start ogling a - was he a teacher? 

Mousse stood, tucking his shirt back in gracefully. Not that it would have mattered. Standing, his vest grazed his hip, just below the belt line, covering the view. 

Nothing to see here, folks, Alice thought, and almost giggled out loud. 

“You have the most beautiful smile.” He held out his hand. “I’m Mousse Atlas. Upper classman and teaching assistant for our diplomacy and culture program.”

Alice reached to shake his hand and was surprised when he pulled it to his lips instead. His touch was light as a whisker. The barest brush of satin and warmth and then her hand was her own again.   

Mousse didn’t seem to notice his effect on her at all. He gestured a student’s desk across from him. “Dean told me what happened. I have to say, you don’t seem the type. But this detention is a good opportunity to give you extra time to catch up on cultural studies.”

“Oh? Yes. Ok.” Alice finally found her voice, much good it did her. She looked at the stack of books set on the desk and swallowed. That was . . . a lot. “That - that’s all for me?”

“Don’t worry. It only took me a moment to put together.”

Which hadn’t been her worry at all, but she nodded and managed a breathless ‘thanks’. Alice sat down and reached for the book at the top of the stack. “Guess I’ll just get started?”

Mousse gave her an encouraging smile. “I think you’ll find diplomacy a fascinating topic. And I’m right here if you have any questions as you read.” 

He looked so cheery about it that Alice found herself smiling back at him as if she were really excited to be tackling a giant stack of text books. But honestly, she was glad to be spending time with Mousse. He was cute and seemed nice. Less strict than Dean too.

Alice started the book. She was surprised to find it wasn’t a dry, academic text but rather a biographical with an interesting narrative. When she looked up again, she was twenty pages in and Mousse was snoring softly. He’d fallen asleep again with his head resting on an open book, the edges of a map visible along the edges of his tousled hair. 

“Finally.” A loud whisper from the doorway drew her attention. Loki was crouched there, a playful smile at the edges of his lips. He beckoned her over.

“I’m in detention,” she whispered back. 

Loki rolled his eyes. “Come on. He’s not gonna notice.” When she didn’t stand, he held out a hand to her. “You don’t really want to sit here and read books all morning do you?”

For half a heartbeat, Alice felt torn between doing what she was supposed to, and following Loki into whatever strange adventure he had planned. But it really wasn’t much of a contest. She apologized silently to Mousse as she crept out of the room. 

“Don’t you dare vanish us to another balcony, or I swear-”

“I won’t,” he gave her an unrepentant grin. Then he took her hand and led her quickly away from Mousse’s classroom. 

Alice thought he might be taking her to the dining room. The smell of fragrant hot tea and something sweet wafted through the hallway and her tummy gave a little grumble. She hoped Loki hadn’t noticed, but one glance at him told her he definitely had. 

“Sounds like I rescued you right in time.”

“I was going to get breakfast before my first class, even if you didn’t show up. So you didn’t really rescue me,” she retorted, feeling embarrassed and a little defensive. His lips turned down in a little pout that was so ridiculous and adorable that she couldn’t stay mad. “Fine. Fine. You rescued me. Thanks.”

The resulting grin lit up his face. “I’ll collect my reward later.”

Alice raised an eyebrow. “What reward?”

Loki’s eyes narrowed and his thumb stroked the back of her hand. “A kiss, of course. As a thanks for rescuing you.”

“Absolutely not.” She pulled her hand free of his. 

There was a flash of hurt in his gaze at the rejection, but then he started laughing. “It’s a joke! You are so serious, aren’t you? I’ll have to work harder to lighten you up!”

Alice wasn’t sure she’d seen anything in his expression but mirth. He was hard to read, and his moods seemed to pass like summer storms. “Ehm. Ok. Well. It wasn’t a funny joke. I don’t just go around kissing people, and I don’t like being told I have to as a reward.”

Loki let out a sigh and rubbed his belly. “Ah, you made me laugh so hard I hurt. Come on. And stop frowning or you’ll frighten Harr!” He opened a nearby door and waved her inside.

She did stop frowning, though not because of anything he said. Instead of a dining room, the space beyond was some sort of mad scientist lab crossed with a decadent tea party. Oliver, the grumpy child, sat on a stool with a cup of tea in hand. Harr sat behind a counter of glass beakers and trays of toast and pancakes, holding a small plate, a forkful of food halfway to his mouth. Blanc leaned against a windowsill, smiling as he glanced over at her. 

“Look who the cat dragged in.” Oliver sighed as if this put him out very much.

“I didn’t drag her,” Loki stepped in behind Alice and shut the door. “She volunteered!”

“That makes a difference,” snorted Oliver, sounding very much as if it didn’t. 

Harr set down his plate and fork. “Welcome to our little breakfast club, Alice. Would you like a cup of tea?”

“She’s starving,” Loki replied, loudly. 

Alice felt heat rise to her cheeks. “I - I’m not starving. I just skipped breakfast to go to detention and-”

“Detention already?” Blanc tsked. “What happened?”

She didn’t want to tell this group what she’d seen in Amon and Dalim’s secret laboratory so she gave them the same version she had given Dean. Alice wasn’t sure if they believed her or not, but they didn’t question her story.

“Dean can be very strict,” Harr said, his voice so soft she almost couldn’t hear him. Especially over Loki, who was sharing how Dean had once assigned him a 100 page essay as punishment for skipping class. 

Blanc handed her a cup of tea, and surprisingly, Oliver pulled a chair over for her. In no time at all, Alice was enjoying breakfast and listening to the others chatter. It was a lot more fun than reading in silence while Mousse slept at his desk.

“So, what is this room? A study hall or practice lab or something?” She spoke up during a lull in conversation, curious about why they’d chosen this spot to have their breakfast.

“It’s our secret laboratory,” Loki replied, his cheshire grin wide and mysterious. 

Oliver rolled his eyes. “Don’t tell her that. It’s not secret.”

“It’s a study room reserved for upperclassmen,” Harr told her, giving the other two a frown. “Oliver and I are using it for our senior project.” 

Alice’s eyes went wide. “The little kid is a senior?”

Blanc covered his smile with a delicate gloved hand, while Loki just laughed aloud. Harr looked as if he wasn’t certain how to reply, but he didn’t have to worry over it long.

“I’m not a kid. And I’m not little.” Oliver glared at her. “Get that through your thick skull.”

Rude, Alice thought, but she nodded. No one else seemed inclined to argue. “So, umm, what is your senior project?”

“That is a secret,” Oliver said just as Loki spoke up.

“We’re making a better magic crystal.” He fiddled with the cat-ear of his hoodie. “But don’t tell anyone, ok?”

Harr let out a breath and thumped Loki in the back of the head. “You aren’t supposed to just share that with anyone.”

“Alice isn’t just anyone. She’s my friend! And she won’t tell.” He turned his bright gaze toward her, intense crimson and gold flaring in their depths. “Right, Alice?”

“I won’t. I promise. But I don’t understand why it’s a secret. Are you afraid someone will steal your ideas?” 

Blanc set his tea cup down. “It’s not so much theft that is a concern. Although, there are students that would steal another’s work. It’s a problem of permission. You see, here in Cradle, the Magic Tower controls all aspects of crystal production and distribution. They wouldn’t approve of such research happening at the college without their knowledge or consent.”

“So . . . just send them a letter or something?” Alice knew immediately that there was an issue with that solution. Loki’s usual smile dropped into a grim, flat-lipped frown and Harr’s gentle expression faltered. 

Oliver snorted. “Oh yeah, you’re the first to think of that. Idiot.” 

Harr sighed. “The fact is, we aren’t planning on giving them our research. Even if it was simple to ask for permission, which it isn’t. I wish things were different.”

“I don’t.” Loki stuck his tongue out, his playful spirit regained, if with an unexpectedly sharp edge. “When we succeed, no one will have to ask the Magic Tower for anything ever again.”

Blanc smiled, easing Alice’s nerves. “Suffice to say, such things are complicated here. Let’s talk about something less serious. There will be plenty of time later to debate the good and bad of the Tower.”

The conversation moved on from there to other things. What classes they had this term and whether they’d gotten lucky with their instructors. Alice was relaxing into the flow of conversation, at ease for perhaps the first time since she’d come to Cradle. At least . . . until she saw the clock.

“Oh! Oh my god, I am late!” She stood up so quickly that she nearly spilled her tea. 

“It’s not even 7:30?” Harr blinked at her uncertainly. 

She nodded. “Yeah, but my first class started at 7!” Alice set down her plate and tried to pull out her map all at once, almost dropping both. “I can’t get in trouble again!”

“Calm down,” Oliver sighed. “I’ll take you to class.”

Loki hopped up. “I can take her there faster.”

“Please. If you take her, the two of you are just as likely to end up in the forest as you are to get her to classroom.” Oliver grabbed the map out of Alice’s hands. “Come on.” He didn’t wait for her to agree, just opened the door and strode out.

“Umm. Alright. Well, thanks for breakfast! I’ll see you later!” She hurried after him with a wave.

For having such short legs, Oliver moved fast. He was half-way down the hall already, and Alice jogged to catch up. “Thanks. For - for -”

“I wanted an excuse to get out of there anyway. Don’t thank me.” Oliver glanced up at her and let out a small breath, almost a sigh. 

“Well. Thank you for helping me out anyway. No matter why you did it, I appreciate it.” She saw something in his gaze soften before he looked away.

Oliver said nothing for a few long moments, then he pushed the map toward her. “You need to learn how to navigate.”

“It’s only my first day of class! I literally just got here. And the halls and stairs make absolutely no sense. Besides -”

“It’s not a criticism. Just a fact. Now look at your map. See how there’s one main hall that starts there, at the lobby?” As they walked, Oliver explained how the halls went together, and which floors held what. 

By the time they got to her classroom, Alice felt a little better about getting around. Oliver was a surprisingly good teacher, and very patient when he stopped being irritated. She impulsively bent down and hugged him. 

Oliver froze for a breath, as if unsure what to do. Then he pinched her hip. If his arm had been a little longer, the pinch would have been right on her butt cheek. 

Alice yelped and let go. “Did you just - did you pinch me?” 

“Figure it out.” He gave her a saucy grin that absolutely did not fit on such a young face. With a wave, he turned and left her there in the hall.

“That little jerk,” she murmured. Then she went to class.

Her morning passed in a blur. Hurrying from one lecture to another, filling her notebook with information she hoped would make sense once she had some time to catch up on the reading assignments. Alice even took lunch in her room so she could spend the hour cramming history along with her sandwich and cookies. 

She was on her way to her first afternoon class, a beginner’s session in Alchemy, when she ran into Dean - or, no, she could tell by the way he dressed and the playful smirk he wore that this was Dalim.

“There you are!” Dalim rushed to her side and slipped an arm over her shoulders to pull her against him. “I was so worried!”

“What, because you abandoned me when Dean showed up in the restricted section?” Alice wriggled out of his embrace.

“I swear I didn’t mean to leave you behind. I thought you were with me the whole way. But when I turned around, you were gone. I even went back for you.” His blue eyes were wide and desperately honest. 

Alice shrugged. “Whatever. I don’t believe you. So . . . what do you want?”

“Mostly, I wanted to make sure you were ok. And I wanted to make it up to you. Me and Amon both.” 

“Yeah, well, I’m fine. And the best way you can make it up to me is to not get me in trouble again. I was in detention at 6am today. SIX!” Alice frowned. “And I have to be there every day this week.”

Dalim’s shoulders fell. “Wow. I guess I really messed up. If you want, I can go to the office and confess everything. Tell them I led you there, that this is all my fault.”

For just a heartbeat, Alice considered it, then shook her head. “No. Then we’d both be in trouble.”

“That wouldn’t be so bad, as long as I got to be in detention with you.” He touched her hand lightly, sending a little pleasant shock up her arm. 

He’s good, she thought. “Would you not touch me without asking, please? You’re very handsy,” was what she said.

Dalim gave her a warm smile that said he knew what she was thinking. “I seem to be apologizing a lot today. I’m sorry for surprising you. I just like to reach for pretty things.” He looked down at his hands, pretending contrition.

Alice took a breath, trying to firm up her resolution. She was not going to let Dalim side track her. She needed to go to class, and stay out of trouble. 

“Look, I won’t pressure you, but if you are willing to give me another chance, meet me in the dining hall after dinner. If you don’t show, I promise I won’t bother you anymore. But if you do, you’d make me the happiest man on campus.” His smile would have lit a candle - no - a bonfire - at fifty paces with the warmth in it. 

“I’ll hold you to that,” was all Alice said, ignoring the tripping-fast beat of her silly heart.

Part 4

[alloveroliver]

Sip Fics! A Dark Valentines Day Event 🖤

Happy Valentines!!! Send In An Ask!

Hello, lovelies! So, some amazing news. I FINALLY GOT A COMPUTER!!!!! After so so so so long without one omg!!!!! Now I can write in the privacy of my own home again lololol Thank goodnessssss. Now that I have that luxury, I would like to open an event JUST in time for Valentine day! 

Sip Fics! A Vampire MC AU. 

[Click here for the prologues]

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If you would like to participate, and you are 18 or over for smut, please send in an ask with the following information:

One Suitor from any of the following fandoms:

⚪ Ikerev (Including Deen, Dalim, Mousse, and Amon)

⚪ Ikevamp: I will default to human for the AU but I can keep them vamps by request. Just let me know <3) (Extras include just Faust)

⚪ MLQC (Let me know if you’d like Helios or Kiro XD)

⚪ Obey Me (I am still new to this fandom, sorry if its super ooc)

WHERE on their body you would like to bite them >.> (Neck, wrist, thigh, etc.)

Their REACTION to your bite. (Shocked, feisty, they hug you, they moan.. anything! Even dealers choice, aka me lol.)

And THIRST rating! Would you like fluff or smut?

Example: “Can I bite Oliver Knight on his bottom lip. His reaction to be to pull me into his lap. Smut please!”

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I will then write a drabble with this information and they will be posted the week before and of Valentine's day.

This whole event will be tagged #sip fics, keep that in mind if you’d like to blacklist that or search it in the future!

A|N: Please note that these fics will contain blood, vampire bites, and in most cases a fem!dommy MC!

Cheers! 🖤

[alloveroliver]

All Ikemen Revolution suitors HC

Pet names HC "What do you call your girlfriend during lovemaking?"

Fluff: All Ikerev Suitors

A/N: Some are serious and some are silly XD I hope you don’t mind!

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RED ARMY 

“I call her...”

Lancelot Kingsley K♥- “My Pet”

Jonah Clemence Q♥- “My Lover”

Edgar Bright J♥- “My Beloved”

Kyle Ash 7♥- “Sweet thang”

Zero A♥- “Darling” 

BLACK ARMY 

“I call her...” 

Ray Blackwell K♠- “Kitten”

Sirius Oswald Q♠- “Baby Girl”

Luka Clemence J♠- “Sweetie”

Seth Hyde 10♠- “Cutie”

Fenrir Godspeed A♠- “Partner”

NEUTRAL CITIZENS 

“I call her...”

Oliver Knight- "Brat."

Blanc Lapin- “My Goddess”

Loki Genetta- “Mine”

Harr Silver- “By her name”

And, last but not least~

EXTRAS

“I call her...”

Dalim Tweedle- “Little Lamb”

Dean Tweedle - “Good Girl”

Mousse Atlas- “My wife”

Amon Jabberwock - “My Prize”