#rayxappreciationweek2019

[5-of-spades]

Teamwork

Look me in the eyes and tell me that Ray and Fenrir won’t do some crazy, over the top, completely unnecessary weird flex display of strength to get something they want, even if it’s completely simple childlike want

It’s a weird take on teamwork I admit, but I didn’t have time to make a full scale of entire Black Army working together with Ray sadly.. in the future tho (?) 👀

@ikerev-appreciation

[vitaminxi]

Day 7 ~ “Underwater”

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[ikerev-appreciation]

Ray Appreciation Week!

What is “Appreciation Week”?

It is a week to celebrate a specific suitor through various themes and creative outlets! Each suitor will have a set 7 days of pre-determined themes

What can I contribute?

Anything your heart desires! Write, draw, meme, edits, cosplay,etc. Any way you wish to show your love for the suitor with the specified theme! You can even just gush about the suitor if you wish. There are a million ways to show your love!

From Fluff to angst to smut! Anything that features our suitor of the week is acceptable! Any ships are welcome as well!

Take the themes as literally or as abstractly as you wish!

There are NO time constrictions!

We want everyone to have fun and celebrate the suitor of the week without any worries! We will be reblogging all things Ray until the 1st of September when the new suitor is chosen!

When is Ray’s week?

August 1-7

Here are the themes for each day!

Day 1- Trust

Day 2- Campfire

Day 3- Spellbound

Day 4- Collection

Day 5- Teamwork

Day 6- Dress Up

Day 7- Underwater

Please tag your work exactly like this —–> rayxappreciatioweek2019

and please @ this blog as well to make double sure that we reblog your awesome work!

Please feel free to message us if your work has not be reblogged within a day! Tumblr can be weird about tags sometimes!

Want to contribute all 7 days? Great!

Want to only do 1 day? Fantastic!

We want everyone to enjoy and celebrate Ray for the week as much as they want to!

If you have any questions, please drop us an ask or message us!

-Ruka, Berry, Xathia ^_^

[kashimalin-fanfiction]

Lessons In Magic (Ikemen Revolution)

Summary: Someone decides that it is in Ray's best interest to set him up with some rather important lessons. Who better to teach him than one of the strongest magic users in all the land - King Lancelot himself?

Characters: Ray Blackwell; Lancelot Kingsley.

Count: 3,872 Words

Rating: Teen and Up

Warnings: MAJOR SPOILER CONTENT for: Ray Blackwell Route; mentions of blood. 

Tagging: This is for @ikerev-appreciation‘s Ray Week! This was supposed to be posted yesterday for Day 3: Spellbound!

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Ray listened to the forest as he rode through, weaving his horse expertly through the trees. He could hear the wind rustling the branches and the birds chirping overhead. They distracted him until he came upon a familiar clearing -- that of an abandoned castle, it’s former glory lost to time. He had met the King of Hearts here once before, discussing their plans to take down the Magic Tower once and for all. 

Their efforts succeeded, and that battle had long since passed. Cradle was making steady progress towards being a unified country once more, no longer divided by war. Ray was able to focus his efforts on improving Black Territory from the inside. He had seen countless situations where his hidden curse might have been useful, but he insisted on fixing it with his own two hands. 

His mistake had been vocalizing this to Sirius. 

His right hand had taken it upon himself to arrange something behind the scenes. He had set up a meeting with one of the very few people in Cradle capable of teaching him. Ray had protested, but Sirius did not take no for an answer. He all but dragged him to the stables, telling him to get on his horse and get a move on. 

“Lance is waiting for you. Do you really want to skip this meeting and possibly offend him?” 

Ray had cursed those words then and he cursed them now. Sirius was too clever for his own good, and using it against him like this felt almost unfair. 

“Greetings, King Lancelot!” Ray called out to him as he rode into the clearing, guiding his chestnut horse next to the white one that Lancelot had already tied up to the tree. 

“Hello there, young king.” Lancelot nodded as Ray dismounted and came up along next to him, turning his gaze back towards the abandoned castle. “Sirius told me you would be here earlier this week, but I had my doubts about your willingness to go through with this.” 

“What gave it away?” 

“Him telling me that you might be several minutes late, and to not worry if that happens.” 

Ray smiled despite himself. “Of course he would, since he practically forced me to come out here. But, since I’m here, I can tell you my feelings about this in person.” 

Lancelot remained silent, a slight incline of his head encouraging Ray to continue. 

“I don’t need these lessons. We can just talk for this hour or something, then go home and report back that it was not a success and I should stop these before I get too far along. Nobody’s figured out I have magic. I can keep it hidden just fine.” 

“Nonsense.” Ray’s last words finally made Lancelot speak, staring down at him. “I know how little control you have over your magic.” 

“You-- no, you don’t. You don’t have any evidence to prove that.” Ray’s fingers curled into fists, trying to ignore the rising panic. “You had no idea until I told you the last time we met.” 

“Your attacks at the tower. Even after it was over, it was clear which ones were cast by Amon, and which ones were cast by you. Your attacks were aggressive, varied, and disastrous. While I do not know the specifics of what transpired inside the Tower, I do know that your magic is powerful, and that it needs direction and refinement.” 

Ray let out a slow, steady breath, trying to relax himself. Even as his nails dug into his palms, biting into his skin through his gloves. 

“Ignoring it will get you nowhere. You have to acknowledge it and control it yourself. It should not be treated as something you are holding back -- rather, it should be respected as a part of your being.”

“It’s a curse that I didn’t ask for,” Ray said, his voice tense. “I don’t need it. I can’t use it. There is nothing good that can come of learning magic, nothing that I can do to erase the horrible things I’ve done with it.” 

“I do not believe you.”

“What?” Ray’s gaze snapped up, meeting Lancelot’s cool blue stare. “It’s the truth!” 

“If I had to guess, I would believe that even you have had desires to know what your magic could be good for. You have thought of a thousand possibilities, of all the ways to use magic if it could be refined. What are those thoughts, young king? What do you want to use your magic for, if you could do anything with it?” 

Ray did not respond immediately. His mind was far, far away -- back in that hallway, standing in a sea of blood and seeing those who he had been trying to protect on the ground around him. Through years of nightmares, of the occasional whisper in the military, to feeling like less than human when he dared to think for a moment too long about his curse. 

But in the back of his mind, he could see a vision of Cradle. It had been there ever since he was young, since he learned about the war that had been going on for nearly five hundred years. It was a vision that he wanted to bring to life himself -- and for the woman at his side, giving up her life in the Land of Reason to stay with him. 

He couldn’t confess something so ridiculous to Lancelot. But it was enough to hold onto and believe in. 

“I don’t know,” Ray lied. “But since we’re here, I suppose I could try. If you are willing to teach me.” 

“I am willing to teach if you are willing to learn.” 

“Teach me, then. What do I have to do to use magic like you?” 

“Understand what we are studying.” Lancelot finally turned to face Ray, his expression serious. “To start: magical acts may seem like they have unlimited possibilities, but in truth, they can be divided into two very simple categories: production, and manipulation. Production encompasses the use of any magical energies, such as shields, magical attacks, and illusions. Manipulation, on the other hand, is the direct influencing of objects, people, and time.” Lancelot held out his hand, palm facing towards the sky. “The production of magic is easier than manipulation, because it allows you to explore your own magical energy and understand how it works within you.” 

Ray frowned, crossing his arms. “So I’m going to start with production. Makes sense. How am I going to do it?” 

“You’re going to start with this.” 

Lancelot’s eyes flashed red, but it was barely enough warning. A sudden spark of red energy burst from Lancelot’s palm, causing Ray to take a step back. The spell crackled in the air, gone as quick as it had come. “With fireworks?”

“It’s merely an expression of magical energy. Do you recall those magical attacks you were able to use in your fight? This is a brief, fleeting expression of them, and it helps to direct the source.” Lancelot touched a finger to his palm, circling it. “While you can simply produce magical energy from just about anywhere in your body, most magic users prefer to use their hands to direct their spells. Because of this, we start our focus on the palm, which has a larger surface area than the fingertips.” 

“Makes sense.” Ray hesitantly held out his hand. “What do I have to do to make it happen?” 

“Think on the brief spark of magical energy you want to produce. It is as if you are turning on a tap for a moment, then turning it off.” 

“Sounds easy enough.” Ray adjusted his feet, grounding himself. He stared at his hand, eyes flashing red--

A small explosion occurred above his hand, sparking and crackling furiously. Ray drew his hand back as the magic grew smoky, angrily fizzling out. 

“Well. It’s clear that you have very little experience in controlling your magic.” Lancelot smiled at Ray, who had half a mind to wipe that expression off with another explosion. “To produce something that large and frustrated shows that you have much of your magical energy left, but you are not connected to it at all.” 

“I don’t use my magic.” Ray’s eyes shifted back to their emerald green. “I haven’t since the fight at the Tower.” 

“Then try using your words to direct the magic. Tell it what to do, while thinking about that small spark of energy.” 

Ray held out his hand once more, doing all as he did before, save for a single word: “Spark.”

The spell responded, but it fizzled out, small bursts of light rolling pitifully across his palm. Ray pouted at it, closing his fingers over it. 

“That is an improvement,” Lancelot said immediately. “Try again. Do not stop here.” 

Each one was larger than the last, slowly reaching Lancelot’s impressively beautiful display. Ray felt his confidence growing with every incantation, the magic responding to his growing courage. Before long, it was a shower of glittering red -- and it was then that Lancelot told him to stop. 

“You do not want to exhaust all your magic before we are done. These first few lessons are not about pushing you over your limits, but exploring them and enhancing what magic you are able to control.” Lancelot stepped back a few paces. “So next, we will cover the basics of manipulation. Observe.” 

Lancelot’s red gaze looked towards a rock by Ray’s feet -- and it suddenly flew through the air, landing safely in his hands. 

“Summoning, then?” 

“Of a kind. We are starting with objects that we can see, since those are easier to summon than those we cannot.” Dropping the rock, Lancelot pointed to a stick by his own feet. “Try to bring this stick to you.”

All right. That should be easy. Ray held out his hand, feeling the magical energy sweep down his arm. 

“Come!” 

The stick shook against the ground, before rising in the air and coming towards him--

“Ouch!” 

Ray felt it hit his face and fall to the ground, the spell broken. Lifting his hands to his face to check for injury, Ray glared at Lancelot. “What gives!” 

“Forgive me, I neglected to mention that you should slow down an object as it reaches you. I have done this so often that it’s mere instinct.” Lancelot sounded more amused than he had a right to be. “Forgive me, young king. Let me give you another opportunity to try.” 

Lancelot threw something into the air, aiming right for Ray. His gut instinct was to reach out and catch it, but a different instinct took over at the last second.

“Stop!”

The rock froze in midair, inches from Ray’s fingertips. He gasped at the sight, scarcely able to believe it -- but it was then that his concentration broke. The rock fell harmlessly to the ground. 

“Well. You have better reflexes than I thought. It seems you’re connecting well with your magic.” Lancelot reached down, picking up another rock. “Do it again.” 

Ray caught the rock sooner this time, challenging himself to hold it a second longer each time. Letting it stay frozen in the air, the weight of it impressing upon his concentration until he would be forced to let it go and try it again. 

Their trade off continued in this manner, varying the spells that they used. Ray was stronger at stopping than summoning, oft neglecting to slow down an object before it reached him. A few bruises and narrow misses later, Lancelot put an end to their lesson. 

“Your magic is strong,” Lancelot stated with an impressed nod. “And you seem only slightly exhausted, meaning you still have much of your magical energy left. However, I have only one request before we part ways.”

Ray tilted his head to one side. “Oh? And what’s that?”

Lancelot smiled, demonstrating the spark one more -- in both hands simultaneously. 

“You need to practice.”

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Three weeks later, Lancelot was riding towards the forest clearing. He had left a little earlier this time around, surprising himself with how eager he was. 

These lessons with the young King of Spades were more entertaining than he had originally thought they would be. Lancelot knew that he was poised and confident, despite rumors to the contrary. He was well-liked by his people, encouraging people to join the army and keeping the interests of his territory in mind with every decision he made. Most of all, he was a proper student, able to balance the study of academic and practical magic, asking questions about the technicalities and challenging Lancelot to be a proper teacher. He believed that he had risen to the challenge well, even going so far as to study old texts and review techniques to consider introducing as time went on. Jonah was constantly questioning him about what was occupying his time, believing him to be distracted by something far less important, but Lancelot kept their secret. 

I am eager to see what he does today. Lancelot slowed his horse as he came close to the forest clearing, her neigh resounding throughout the forest. 

Which was followed by a series of dull thuds. Lancelot frowned, coming out of the woods and staring at the scene before him. 

“You’re here early.” 

“I just wanted to warm up.” Ray’s acted nonchalant as he bounced a single stone through the air, pointedly ignoring all others that were scattered suspiciously close to the forest floor. 

“If you’re warmed up, then I’ll start our lessons with a test.” Lancelot slid off his horse and tied her to the tree. “You can do more than that, and we both know it.” 

Ray closed his fist, the stone suddenly dropping to the ground. “Go on, then.” Lancelot gestured to all the stones on the ground. “Show me what you’re really capable of.” 

Letting out a sigh, Ray slowly extended his arms, eyes glowing red. 

“Levitate.”

Every single rock around his feet steadily lifted into the air. They wavered and trembled, and Ray grit his teeth. Concentration was bleeding off his being, fingers starting to shake after a minute. 

Only then did Ray release them, letting them fall back to the earth in a series of dull thuds.

“Impressive.” Lancelot crossed his arms, smiling. “Keep going. Show me how your sparks are progressing.” 

Ray grinned back, brimming with confidence. “Those are easy now.” Both hands sparked at his command, glittering bright and brilliant. 

“And this?” Lancelot’s eyes glowed red to match -- and a rock swept into the air, heading right for Ray. It was meant with proper resistance as Ray caught it his his hand. 

“Tell me you have more than just simple exercises, King Lancelot.” 

“Then give me a shield, King Ray.” 

A brilliant, shimmering green shield divided them, It was not as big as the ones Lancelot demonstrated, and it cracked after several seconds. 

“Better than last week. Now, your final test.” Lancelot stepped back several paces, summoning a shield of his own. “Strike my shield. Make it clean.”

Ray carefully judged the situation, flexing his fingertips briefly. Casting his arm back, he felt the rumbling spark of energy gather in his palm, crackling to life. 

He cast it towards Lancelot, watching it bounce harmlessly off the shield and vanish into the air without any hint of an explosion. There was no damage to the trees around them, no sounds that made the birds fly away into the air. 

Lancelot dropped his shield with a proud smile. “In just three weeks, you have managed to come to terms with your magic to use it in this fashion. While we have yet to cover finer acts of magic or deeper spells, your work is impressive. You no longer generate explosions or lack confidence. If I might ask -- what do you do to practice?” 

“I do it every night on the beach.” Ray lowered himself to the ground, a faint sheen of sweat present on his forehead. “And I’ve been dragging Sirius down with me lately. He’s great about monitoring my progress and encouraging me to keep going. Did he learn some things about magic from you when you were in school?”

“Magic might have come up between us once or twice.” The smile on Lancelot’s face told a different story. Ray knew the vague details of it -- Sirius had recounted a few during their practice sessions, telling him about all the times Lancelot decided Sirius was the perfect person to practice the occasional spell on. “You have a very loyal Queen at your side, if he is willing to come observe your practicing.”

“I told him it’s payback for setting this up behind my back.” Ray stayed silent a moment, then lifted his chin. “King Lancelot?”

“Yes?”

“You mentioned deep magic just now. I’ve been wondering -- when will I be able to study things like teleportation and flight?”

Lancelot frowned. Ray’s eagerness was expected. He confidently pushed through each new concept, practicing it to perfection. He came back every week more experienced than he had left, the rigor of self-study shining through his every spell. Lancelot did want to encourage it, but not at the cost of Ray’s confidence and health. 

“I’d say not for another month or so. While you are progressing quickly, the human body is a very complex organism. It is best to start with oneself when attempting spells that involve teleportation and invisibility, because you can connect with yourself better than those around you. They also take large amounts of magical energy. We’ve been working in small bursts, so that you can learn to control your magic on a small level before expanding outwards.” 

Ray nodded. “That makes sense. Let’s see if I can’t get there sooner!”

“So long as you ready to get through today’s lessons, King Ray.”

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“Why can’t I do this?” Ray let out a frustrated growl, glaring at the castle across the way. 

Two months had passed, and Lancelot was finally letting Ray attempt teleportation. He had mastered invisibility in a week, able to vanish himself completely. Objects were of no consequence, either. 

But he had finally hit his first obstacle. 

The light would engulf Ray, surrounding him completely. He had a vision of his destination present in his mind, filling his every thought -- but when the light dissipated, he was stuck in the same spot he had started in. Even if he knew the sensations associated with teleportation, floating beyond the realm of reality, he could not achieve them. 

“Teleportation is hard. It is the act of forcing yourself into a state that a normal human seldom goes and takes vast amounts of energy.” Lancelot sighed. “If it helps, it also takes a huge amount of magic crystals, and is why the general public still uses carriages and horses.” 

“Of course.” Ray grumbled, closing his eyes again. He could picture the stairwell of the abandoned castle, of how the loose cobbles felt beneath his feet. The sensation of moving that distance without too much strain. 

“Dammit!” 

“Give it up for today.” Lancelot gestured him to join him at his side. “Let’s test your metamorphosis.”

“I don’t want to! I know I can teleport! I did it before, when I brought her to the gardens.”

“That’s not the same. That was in a moment of passion, necessity, and need. It’s an energy and drive that you don’t have in your day to day life. Forget that time. In order to achieve teleportation now, you must get there with your current emotions. Which are not cooperating. So relax.”

Ray stared at Lancelot for only a moment, before letting his shoulders drop. “Fine. You said something about metamorphosis?” 

“Yes. Go on, let’s see how fast you can shift metals and fabric now.” 

Ray cast a hand over the buttons on his coat, the silver shifting to a shimmering gold -- and back again. He did the same to the badges on his chest, morphing their colors and their make. Lancelot nodded approvingly, then extended a length of white silk. Ray took a fistful of it. 

“Change.” The word came out on an even breath, the color slowly shifting to a brilliant pink. 

“King Ray,” Lancelot commented as he took note of the beads of sweat trickling down a pale face. “Stop.” 

“No. I can keep going,” Ray insisted, holding the fabric tighter. “I feel better about doing magic. Let me give it another go.” 

“No. I am cutting today’s lesson short and forbid you from practicing tonight. You are not permitted to strain your body any further, and are not allowed to practice teleportation unless I am able to observe.”

“What? That’s not fair! I need to study--”

“If you are trying to practice on your own time, you risk injuring yourself and those around you. These higher levels of magic are not to be messed with, and you are not under any sort of pressure to learn this magic.” 

Ray stiffened at those words, and Lancelot narrowed his gaze. 

“What are you trying to do, King Ray? What are you trying to achieve by learning magic? Do you want to take this secret to the grave? Or are you going to use it for some other purpose?” 

“... I want to use it to help others.” Ray’s voice was firm, assured. “I want to help the people of Black Territory lead better lives. I want children born with magic to know that they can still be successful in life. I want the opinions of those in Black Territory to change, to recognize that having magic is not inherently bad. But how am I supposed to one day tell my people that their King has magic?” 

Lancelot noticed the way Ray’s expression darkened as he asked that question. 

“You never have to let them know. It is as simple as that.” Lancelot kept his gaze trained on Ray. Your fellow leaders are keeping your secret quiet out of respect. They have not breathed a single word of your abilities. They are allowing you the option to make a statement, or say nothing at all.” “And if I decide to make that statement? If I do eventually tell people about my magic. What if I can’t prove to them that I am both capable and in control? Or, how can I admit that I have lied to them all this time?”

“Then you do not worry about such things. You are in control of the basic skills necessary to help your people. You have learned to repair and build, to restore, and create. If you want a break from your lessons, then you are welcome to stop here.” 

“Hell no, King Lancelot!” Ray flashed him a grin. “I’m here to surpass you, too! If both Kings of Cradle are gonna have magic, then one can’t be weaker than the other!” 

Lancelot returned his beaming smile. “And I’d like to see you try and catch up to me. If helping your people and maintaining equality is truly your goal, then we must perfect some of your less controlled spells. You best be up to the challenge.”

“And I’ll take anything you throw at me, Lancelot. That’s a promise.” 

[blackarmyslave]

//a smile of defeat//

Written for Day 1 of the appreciation week for the love of my life, the peanut to my butter, my bae, my sweetie pie, the yin to my yang, my boo, my baby, my daddy, my boss, my honeybunch and my whole fucking cosmos Ray Blackwell!  Tagging @ikerev-appreciation uwu

➵ Theme: Trust

➵ Genre: ANGST

➵ Word count: 992

➵ Notes: my first time writing angst, please dont kill me ahjmcec. Also, the read more isn't working, again, so you're all stuck with this decently long fic lol

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“Will you marry me?”

Ray’s heart pounded so loudly in his ears, it was nearly deafening. His fists were clenched in an attempt to cease their shaking. Eyes thickly layered with a calm, indifferent facade that hid the fear actually eating away at him.

And no. He wasn’t the one proposing.

Right now, Alice’s boyfriend for over a year, Malcolm, was the one popping the question. He was down on one knee, diamond ring outstreched. Alice had her hands over her mouth in shock. Her eyes were glistening with unshed tears. The plaza, where said proposal was currently unfolding, was filled by spectators eagerly awaiting Alice’s answer. But of course eyes would be on them. For weeks on end, people have been gossiping about Malcolm - an esteemed artist - possibly proposing to Alice who came from another world. It certainly is quite the rumor. And now it's really happening.

His worst fear had came to reality.

Ray felt like throwing a fit and shoving Malcolm aside to take his place. Not just his place at the moment, but forevermore. He wanted to be the one to love Alice. He wanted to be the source of that bright, radiant light dancing in her ocean eyes. He wanted to wait for her on the other end of the aisle. He wanted to be the one to stand by her side.

Because he knew Alice deserves someone better. And he knew he could do better.

He would take her to the most beautiful spot in all of Cradle rather than a plain ol' plaza. He would get her a ring much grander than the one Malcolm's currently offering her. He would prepare a long speech explaining why he loves Alice, and just how much she means to him, instead of just blandly jumping right into it. His love for her was much greater than any force on Earth.

Which is also exactly why he chose to do none of those.

Ray chose to set her free instead. He chose to break up with her her three years ago. He knew that he loves her the most, true... but he was also scared. He'd once hurt people with his innate magical capabilities. He’d hurt before, and he was afraid of that happening again. Especially with Alice.

He can’t afford to become a monster with her in his arms. God, anything but that. He can take anything and everything save for that one thing.

It wasn’t just him in general. As the King of Spades; as a soldier, he lived a dangerous life. There’s no telling just what would happen. He might die on the battlefield. Or Alice might be taken hostage and Ray would have to choose between her of the safety and freedom of all of Cradle. He would have to choose between the two most precious things in his life, and the thought of it made his stomach churn.

And here he was. Merely closing his eyes in agony when Alice said yes to Malcolm.

Ray felt everything go numb. He could hear everyone clapping and cheering, yet some part of his brain hadn’t really processed that. Felt the sun’s shine turn cold rather than warm. Felt like the ground under his feet collapse. All he could process was the fact that his heart stopped, the way he unclenched his fists and couldn't feel his hands afterwards. He’d bitten his inner cheeks at one point and now it was bleeding; he could feel a foreign liquid in his mouth. Yet it tasted absolutely nothing, not metallic like how it should be. His heartbeat was alike to that of someone dying: slow and with each beat far apart.

Rage, jealousy, bitterness, regret... so many emotions had crashed over him like tidal waves, drowning him and then making him go numb to every other sensation. It was almost like--

"Ray?" That voice. It made his eyes snap open again.

And he nearly forgot how to breathe. There she was; Alice, in that same blinding beauty, the feel of thousand familiar volts zapping the air around them. He had to remind himself to speak.

"Alice... congratulations with Malcolm."

"Oh, uhm. Thank you." A shy little smile played on her lips, and Ray couldn’t refuse to return it.

The least he could do for her was feign a smile. At the very least, he should support her, like how she’d been there for him during her first month here in Cradle, when they’d still been friends... and more.

"I truly think you’ll be happy by his side, Alice. Malcolm looks like a good guy."

"Why, thank you, King of Spades." Malcolm had been the one to cheerily answer this time, not Alice. He approached them, and then put an arm around the girl’s shoulders, obviously proud to have her as his wife.

How badly Ray wanted to switch places with someone at that very moment.

"Well," Alice abruptly spoke up, eyes turning soft for a moment. "We'll be going ahead, Ray. Thanks again for the support."

Ray nodded and the couple left, along with his happiness. There it went, out the window, along with his hopes of being Alice's man. It felt like a part of him died.

But he'd be willing to try Malcolm. Ray decided the guy deserves a shot. So he called out, "Yo, Malcolm?"

Malcolm looked back in answer. And Ray pulled the fakest, bitterest, saddest smile in history, a smile of pure defeat and resignation and surrender. Both corners of his lips tugging upwards to convey one message: he was now raising the white flag. For Alice. If marrying Malcolm and not him is what's best for her, if that’s what will keep her safe and happy; then, without a qualm nor a second thought, he’ll raise the white flag with a smile. The very same smile on his lips now.

A smile of defeat.

"I trust you'll treat Alice right."

[lil-creatorwritings]

Day 3: Spellbound [Ray Appreciation Week]

Fandom: Ikemen Revolution Pairing: Ray Blackwell x Anastacia Stryvard (OC) Word Count: 642 words Warning: Smut! I warned you. Summary: She is magic incarnate. A/N: Day 3! A bit late (I guess that depends on your timezone??) but here it is! I somehow managed to make a smut out of this? Tagging @ikerev-appreciation

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Their lips never parted as they stumbled through the door, blindly weaving their way through the familiar room. With a gentle nudge, he guided her down the bed, her auburn hair spilling over the sheets. Anastacia looked up at him with hazy eyes, her lips puffy from all of their kissing.

She reached up, running her hands through his messy hair and shoulders before sliding them in his shirt. He reached for one hand, taking it in his and peppered kisses on the inside of her wrist. Slowly, he made his way up her arm to her neck, encouraged by the sound of her delicate gasps.

It was like music to his ears and he wanted to hear more.

Ray nipped at a spot on her neck, his fingers undoing the buttons on her blouse. Roaming the newly exposed skin, his hands cupped her breasts, working her up until her nipples peaked and hardened. His kissed down her chest, taking a nipple in his mouth before playing with it using his tongue. Her body arched into him as he moved to give the same attention to her other breast.

The immediate protest he got when he pulled away made him chuckle. Such impatience in her voice.

Stripping off the rest of their clothes were easy. Settling himself between her thighs, he traced over her familiar dips and curves; the way her body trembled under him never ceased to amaze. It was enticing, almost teasing him--what more will you show me if I keep touching you?

One of his hands caressed her inner thigh, sliding up higher. He could sense her anticipation as he scattered kisses along her shoulder, stroking her clit with the length of his finger. Her breath hitched when he pressed down with just the right amount of pressure, making her grind her hips against his hand. Impatience won her over as she dragged her tongue up his neck before planting a kiss below his ear.

Two of his fingers slipped inside with relative ease, making her squirm against him. Anastacia wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a heated kiss. She moaned softly, squeezing around him as he stretched her. After a few thrusts, he added another finger, curling them to reach that sensitive spot. The way she called out to him was like a spell, urging him on.

Reaching out, she cupped his cheek as their eyes met--her golden gaze pleading, asking for him, wanting him just as much as he did for her. Who was he to deny his love such a request?

Ray gently pushed inside her, both of them moaning in pleasure. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she jerked her hips against him as he started to move. He slipped his arm underneath her knee, shifting his angle to thrust deeper. His thumb began to stroke her clit as she squeezed around him, crying out his name even louder.

It was intoxicating and he couldn’t get enough of her. No matter how many times they’d have each other, he would never have his fill of her. Craving, wanting, needing her. And she would always reciprocate and show him that she felt the same way.

He climbed the peak with her, taking her closer to the edge until she crashed in the waves. It gave him pride in knowing that he was the only one allowed to see this, the only one who could make her fall apart so beautifully. Anastacia held onto him, riding it out as he gave in to his own climax. 

Even in the aftermath of their high, she was still as captivating as ever. The moonlight shined over her sleeping form as Ray gently tucked her hair away from her face. She is magic incarnate, he thinks, and he would willingly fall for her spell again and again.

[mayareth]

RAY APPRECIATION WEEK 2019

”I can't live without you by my side”

Pairing: Ray x Margareth

Type: Fluff

Warnings: None! Just fluff, certainly some mistakes grammatically speaking and unsure style of writing.

DAY 1

TRUST

This one includes my Cradlesona, Margareth, from her POV. I will try to write something from Ray POV too for this week! Let's the King of Spades days begin @ikerev-appreciation

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It's happening again. Every time I go out with my boyfriend, another girl starts to flirt with him, even if we are with the other members of the Black Army. I know he would never cheat on me but I can't help but feel jealous because, usually, the girl in question is much more beautiful than me, a real model. Skinner, with the skin without a single imperfection, eyes so pretty you could swear they belong to a doll, etc...

I hate to be like this but I would understand if he left me for one of those creatures. I can see Ray is not really at ease to be approached by those women but he still talk with them for a bit. Always placing others before him...

If some members of the Black Army are with us, they will cheer me up. Sirius would say something like ”Don’t worry, little lady, no one of them has your intelligence and your beauty.”

And Fenrir would add ”Yeah, stop looking like you're about to punch the entire Magic Tower in the face! My bestie has only eyes for you, not for those sluts who can't even read a book correctly, I'm sure!”

But the best part is always when Seth scold his boss, with his usual drama touch.

”RAY!!! You have the finest lady of all Cradle at your table and you dare to leave her just because some paint bucket girl wanted your attention?! You seriously need to learn how to treat a woman correctly! Just look at Margareth now, Luka will have to cook marzipan for weeks to make her smile again and she will become fat eating all those sweets just because of her incapable boyfriend! Now leave, I don't want to see you before tomorrow’s breakfast, and take your gorgeous girlfriend with you, she needs to get some kisses from you to make her face as bright as before!”

Usually, Seth’s attitude and Ray’s pitiful look were enough to make me smile and forgive him instantly. Furthermore, we usually spend the rest of the evening together, Ray apologizing to me profusely, saying that he had no choice but to try to make the annoying miss leave his side as soon as he could but has to listen to all her boring stuff before doing anything.

But tonight was different. The King of Spades decided to go on a date with me as Sirius gave him the evening free, as a firework was organized this evening in the Central Quarter. I was looking forward to this moment, choosing my dress carefully and finally picking one of my favourites. A navy blue one, sleeveless with a white ribbon on the waist. Perfect for a summer night! I also picked high heels white sandals, a silver necklace and a discrete pair of earrings. Finally, I added a touch of floral perfume before walking out of my room. I almost immediately ran into Seth.

”Oh, my sweet darling! You look PERFECT! Are you sure Ray will be able to see the fireworks with you shining so bright?”

”Seth, you’re exaggerating things again, I never know how to react to compliments! But thank you, that's really kind.”

He blinked at me before turning and walking

”I’m only telling the truth sweetie!”

I rolled my eyes, heading to Ray’s room when I felt hands squeezing my waist. I hadn't the time to react before being swept in the air and kissed softly on the lips.

”Ray! Did you want to make me have a heart attack?!”

He grinned at me, seeming to enjoy the look of surprise that still lingered on my face.

”That would be unfortunate, let's keep your heart safe until the end of the evening”

”Why only until the end of the evening? I hoped I could stay by your side a little longer than just for a night!”

I asked as I pouted a little

”You will stay in my arms for as long as you can take it, and I hope you have stamina darling because, with a free day tomorrow, maybe I’ll be able to pleasure you all night long.”

I felt my face turning crimson as my boyfriend winked at me, taking my hand.

”But first, let's enjoy the fireworks!”

I felt as light as a feather as we walked hand in hand to the Central Quarter. Finally, a moment to spend together, as a couple! I feel so proud to be the girlfriend of the charismatic King of Spades, handsome in a navy blue shirt, that emphasized his firm chest, and classy black pants. I know that’s not good but I wanted to look down at all the girls that stared at us, envy reflecting in their eyes. Yes, he is my boyfriend, don't be so jealous, I’m lucky and I know it but he is all mine, for tonight as well as for the eternity, sorry to disappoint you. The taste of revenge from all the times he and I have been taken apart was so sweet, sweeter than any cake I could ever find.

Once arrived at our destination, we found out there were many little stands all around the square to buy different types of foods and drinks.

All of these look so tasty! And now my empty stomach is growling. Why did I think that would be a great idea to starve myself today to seem skinnier in this dress?

”What do you want to drink Margareth? I’ve heard the stand over there was making the best sangria in all Cradle! Wanna try?”

I glanced at the stall he was pointing out. Good, not much people and, more importantly, no pretty girl in the queue for sangria!

”I would love to try it! I’ve had once this drink during a trip back at the time when I still lived in the Land of Reason. They had added cinnamon, that was delicious!”

Smiling at my enthusiastic tone, Ray patted me lightly on the shoulder.

”Just wait here, I’ll buy the drinks for us.”

I nodded and found a place to sit on an empty bench.

The perfect spot! The air is still hot and I might just faint if I stay one more minute on my feet!

I picked my fan from my small purse and looked around me. All types of people gathered here, family as well as a couple but also bystanders. All of them seemed to enjoy themselves. August is really a good time for families to hang out. Maybe one day with Ray, we will be like them...

My gaze scanned the crowd until spotting my boyfriend... Talking to a girl at the stand. Long sun-kissed blonde hair and a shirt that showed off her cleavage. I felt my heart being stabbed. Tears started to burn my eyes but I refused to let them fall.

Keep calm, just take a little walk then just talk to him. No, scold him. I can't believe he has done this TODAY, ON A DATE.

I tried to calm myself down, analysing the shopping windows of the different shops Cradle has to offer.

As I got lost in my thoughts, I felt a hand firmly pressed on my shoulder. I turned around to find a man I’ve never seen before.

”Are you lost, sweetie? Maybe I can help you?”

He was so close I could feel his breath hot on my neck. My blood turned cold as I smelt the familiar scent of alcohol. I tried to push him away but it only makes his grip around my wrist tighter.

”Thank you but I was about to return to the plaza so I’m definitely not lost. I have friends who are waiting for me there and...”

”You’re going nowhere. My company is certainly far better than any people you know.”

Why did I wander in the streets instead of just turn around the square?

The brown-haired man suddenly pushed me against a wall in the nearby street, placing his filthy hands on each side of my head. Panic was taking control of my brain.

Quick, try to remember what the Black Army taught you during your self-defence lessons!

I placed my own hands on his shoulders, then I tried to give him a well-placed kick between his tights but the shock made his head hit mine as he bent over in pain, making my mind confused.

Shit, I must have forgotten a part to avoid this problem.

”You, little whore, yes, you are going to regret this!”

I tried desperately to run but my high heels made me lose my balance and the criminal was soon on the top of me.

”There is no more escape for you now!”

We are closer to the plaza now, maybe I can try this, my secret weapon: the lady-in-danger attitude. Well, every girl can use it with a name like this but still...

”RAY!!!!”

I screamed at the top of my lungs. He had promised me to be here for me whenever I needed help, I just had to call him. But the man quickly covered my mouth.

”It’s too late now...”

”Is it really? Leave this woman alone. Is that how a respectable man act?”

I breathed in relief hearing the voice of the man I longed to see. Ray grabbed my aggressor by the collar, making stand up again.

”I recognize you, Ray Blackwell. My cousin died because of you. He was only a boy at this time, he should have served the great Red Army! But you caused that bloody Day That Went Dark. You’re gonna pay for your crimes!”

The King of Spades, certainly not prepared to hear about that dreadful day, seemed disoriented as the man punched him right in the face.

”No stop!”

Immediately, I was standing between the two fighters. The time seemed to stop as I looked at each one of them. I stared at Ray, my eyes pleading him to put an end to all of this, without spilling too much blood if it was possible.

”Well, we will settle this like two respectable men so.”

Ray spoke first, in his usual calm tone as if he was talking about what Luka was going to cook tonight.

”Ah yes? And how?”

The creepy man was a bit soberer but still wanted to seek revenge. His eyes were burning with rage.

”You’re right, I must pay for my crimes. I challenge you to a sword duel. The prize? This wonderful woman right here.”

I froze completely when I saw Ray pointing me. I was about to protest when the wind carried my boyfriend’s whispered words to my ears.

”Trust me”

The opponent composure faltered a little but he still drew his sword.

”Alright, King of Spades, let's finish this”

A few moves later, the criminal was laying on the floor, unarmed and begging for mercy.

”You’re lucky this is a celebration day. I would have killed you right on the spot but you will spend a few days in jail instead, thinking about what you’ve done.”

Some guards, alerted by the metallic sound of the swords clashing, arrived and took the now red-faced man away, after having heard Ray’s explanations.

Right after, I found my head firmly pressed against my boyfriend’s chest.

”Ray?”

He cupped my chin, forcing me to look in his deep green eyes. Two emeralds that were still reflecting concern.

”Are you alright? Never leave my side like this again, I was so worried! You can be such a child sometimes!”

His words expressed anger but his tone told me that it was more relief that he wanted to communicate.

”I’m sorry, I'm feeling so ridiculous right now, being jealous of a random girl...”

”A girl? But I didn't speak with another woman tonight!”

His surprised-struck face told me he was being sincere but I knew what I saw and I couldn't help but question him.

”When you were at the sangria stall...”

”Ah!”

Ray gave my forehead a soft flick, smiling.

”That was the waitress, dummy! Did you forget what I promised you? This is OUR evening!”

With that, he united our lips in a soft kiss. That was so unexpected that I had my breath caught away and my eyes wide open but I was soon lost in the sweetness of the moment. He nipped lightly at my bottom lip before pushing away, letting me wanting more.

”I would never defy him if I hadn't seen he was incapable to fight with a sword. You’re so precious to me, I can't live without you by my side, remember this.”

Awww Ray! I feel so stupid now... I might just faint from happiness... And hunger too.

”I love you too Ray but can we...”

”Eat something? Of course, I already ordered a roasted vegetable mix and some fries.”

It was my turn to be surprised.

”How did you know?”

The raven-haired man chucked at my confused and blushing look.

”Your stomach can't lie to me. Neither do you. Let's go before I have to bridal-carry you to the headquarters because you had faint from inanition!”

He pressed a last kiss to my forehead before lacing his fingers with mine to guide me toward the tempting smell of food.

”I wouldn't mind a bridal carry you know...”

I gave him a coy, yet meaningful, look. This kiss let me so unsatisfied I wanted to taste one thing even more than food: him.

”Oh don't worry, I’ll remember this for the final part of the evening”

Ray winked at me, a roguish smile on his face, letting me know that the night was far from over.

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This is the first fanfic I share with you! I’m terribly unsure of my writing skills so I hope I haven't made too many mistakes, especially with the tenses. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it!

Tagging some of the amazing people who inspired me with their fantastic work/posts. Thank you so much, you brighten my days every time I stop by your blog!💕

@lovingsiriusoswald @alloveroliver @toloveawarlord @emeraldtawny @otonymous @plumpblueberry @kiarigirl @xathia-89 @muggzc @vaesha-draecon @pianoperson @theundyingskeleton @vitaminxi @saphyhowl and so many more (but I would have to tag all the blogs I follow and that would be sooooo long)

[5-of-spades]

“ You are a m u r d e r e r, no matter how beloved “

Im going to be put in jail for this but I’ve done my time so I’ll just ran away : )

Late third day prompt for Ray’s week; Spellbound with angst @ikerev-appreciation

Originally, I had a much happier idea that would end up in another comic but since I have no time to do it before leaving for the vacation I’ve quened a couple of things made in advance (,: I’m sorry I can’t participate in full whike I’m away but I’ll be sure to do something special for Ray before the month ends to make up for it

[5-of-spades]

Do you trust me?

Those poor petunias, but they serve to teach Mr. Big Shot a lession Ray just enrolled in the army, caused the usual amount of havoc and got distracted by a cat which he followed up the tree and got stuck. Who better to find him than his superior officer to see him in that position. Ray chooses to trust him and is let down, but Sirius later makes sure he is there for his King whenever he needs. 

truth:halfway trough this i realized how stupid this is but by the time i did, it was too late (i was too lazy to change it) i still wanted to do that “do you trust me son” vine i’m sorry CYBIRD where are my stories about Ray’s raising up in the ranks and all the stunts he was up to before he became the King and how much he annoyed Sirius?? I NEED ANSWERS, I NEED LORE Black Army Barracks CGs are property of Cybird and tagging @ikerev-appreciation

[5-of-spades]

Underwater

“Whether you pushed or pulled me,

drained me or fuelled me,

stayed by my side or left me,

loved me or hated me,

hurt me or blamed me,

you’re part of my growth,

And I thank you”

Doesn’t it feel like ocean is just suited next to the Black territory and that Ray fits so well with it @ikerev-appreciation

I feel he constantly battles with his demons who pull him deeper and deeper underwater, he sometimes feels he’s suffocating

But he’s lucky there are hands to reach out to him to pull him out of that dark and into the sun

[5-of-spades]

Dress up..... ?

I want to thank @kashimalin for suggesting few ideas for this particular prompt; I ended up going with Ray (with help of Seth and Alice) choosing a new collar for Belle, since the old one got damaged or simply worn out. @ikerev-appreciation

Ray probably dotes on Belle more than any other cat even if he himself claims otherwise; given that, you know, Belle reminds him of himself but at least I hope he sometimes looks around and see how much people love Belle and that he can feel at least a fraction of that love and respect he has around him.

In a way, Ray’s choice of pet really suits him. Cats are incredible creatures and you need time to get to know and understand them but once they let you in, they are devoted and loyal, showing affection on their own ways

[5-of-spades]

Lets gather around campfire

this is so incredibly rushed BUT I MADE IT ASJDASJDASH

i will remake this so it LOOKS DECENT thanks to the discord group for encourgement sadjasdss

@ikerev-appreciation

[5-of-spades]

Collection

“No matter how busy you may think you are, you must find time for reading, or surrender yourself to self-chosen ignorance “ - Confucius

I absolutely want to take Ray into world’s biggest library and have him pick whichever book he wants to read, our sweet bookworm

Judging by the CG of his bedroom, Ray seems to already have a certain collection of books but I can’t help by wonder where those books left by previous Kings, or was it entirely Ray’s doing ? Does he have a bookshelf in his bedroom as well? So many questions about this famous man.

@ikerev-appreciation

What is his favourite book, favourite genere, do you think Cradle has an abundance of genres like we do or is their classification completely different to ours ?

[lil-creatorwritings]

Day 7: Underwater [Ray Appreciation Week]

Fandom: Ikemen Revolution Pairing: Ray Blackwell x Anastacia Stryvard (OC) Word Count: 865 words Warning: Angst plus spoilers for Ray’s past.  Summary: Water is not the only thing one can drown in. A/N: Did I just write a Day 7 a week after its due date? Yes. Do I give a fuck? Absolutely not. It felt like a dishonor for me to not write a Day 7 even if it’s way past the deadline. I would have written it earlier, but life managed to fuck me over last week. If you ask me, it’s pretty mild angst, compared to what I was originally leading it up to, but that’s just me. Warnings are in effect when you click on that read more. Tagging @ikerev-appreciation

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It was that time again.

Neither of them said a word to each other as they stepped out of the carriage. The woods were generously quiet, the sounds of their footsteps echoing around them. They had departed early in the morning, as Ray prefers it. In all the years he’s been doing this, he’ll never get used to the sight that greeted him.

The ocean breeze swept across his cheek as they approached their destination. A place to bury their dead, a small corner to honor loved ones.

No, he didn’t know all of them personally. But their names were all too familiar, their fates bruised into his memory like a tattoo. He begins his sort of ritual with the closest one, bending down and running his fingertips along the engraving. His lover stands beside him as he reaches into the basket she’s carrying, taking a flower before laying it gently by the marble slab.

No, he doesn’t know their faces. But he remembers the way their bodies were scattered on the floor, covered in dust and blood.

He finishes the process earlier than anticipated. The sun hasn’t risen yet, its peaks of light barely spilling over the horizon. Ray stands in the middle of everything, looking out into the waters as he recites a prayer, one that he has memorized over the years.

They return to headquarters shortly after. Sirius says nothing as they cross paths in the hallway--he also knows what today is. The tactician simply claps his hand on his shoulder before leaving the couple by their bedroom door. She enters first and draws a warm bath for him, kissing him on the cheek before heading downstairs to help prepare their meals.

He sinks into the water, dunking his head underneath. His mind wanders through the beaten pathway of his memories, further down the line. Red bursts in front of his eyes like fireworks on display, looking away from its brightness.

In no time at all, he’s back to that moment.

Ray looks at his hands, sticky with blood and sweat. Students run past him, their voices high with panic and fear. He looks around and sees his classmates, most of them sprawled on the wooden school floors, staring at him with tense expressions. At least, the ones who were still alive. The others weren’t breathing anymore.

They didn’t need to speak as their eyes communicated their thoughts. It was noisy--the cacophony of labels and accusations screaming into his ears as he sought relief. His feet felt like lead as he dragged himself along the hallway, blindly walking in a haze of grey and orange.

Run! There’s a dangerous magic user on the campus!

Find that brat! We need him alive to use his power!

Each step only made them louder. Ray gathered his energy, breaking into a sprint.

Someone help! My friend is injured!

Where’s the army? They should be here by now!

Are we going to get killed?

Left. Right. Whichever way he turned, it was all the same. He urged himself to keep running.

He should have never been here! Now we’re doomed!

Let me out of here!

Shut up! He screamed into nothing. Exhaustion won him over as his legs collapsed under him, throttling him down to the ground. Ray pushed himself up on his elbows, struggling to breathe as the smoke thickened around him. His lungs felt like they were on fire, gasping for air to no avail.

Everywhere he looked, there were only flames and debris. The feeling of helplessness had started to settle in his chest, suffocating him as he fought for a way out. It felt like swallowing water, its weight holding him down like an anchor to the ocean floor. Closing his eyes, Ray focused on what little strength he had left. I can’t stop now, not until--!

He felt a warm hand on his shoulder. In a jerk, he sat up straight, cold water sloshing around him as his eyes adjusted to the morning light. Anastacia jumped in surprise, giving a small squeal from behind. Breakfast was just about to be served and she offered to fetch the remaining officers in their respective rooms.

The rest of the day went by without much incident, and night soon fell upon Cradle. Ray turned the crystal’s light off, climbing into the bed with her. For once, he wasn’t as sleepy as he should be despite it being midnight. Reaching out, he cupped her face and caressed her cheek with his thumb.

In front of her, he is only himself and no one else. There are no expectations to put on a brave face. A tremor shakes through him as hot tears spill from his eyes. She pulls him close, cradling his head to her chest to let him cry. In times when it is too overwhelming, her presence saves him from his own grief. Anastacia holds him until he stops shaking. Sleep claims his consciousness, worn out from today’s emotions.

Morning will come and he will be alright again. And when he gets caught up in the rivers of his past, he knows that she will always be there to reach out to him.

[mayareth]

RAY APPRECIATION WEEK 2019

”You have no idea how cute you look right now.”

Pairing: Ray x Margareth

Type: Fluffy fluff

Warnings: None apart from some mistakes in grammar (please let me know if you spot one)

DAY 3

SPELLBOUND

This one includes my Cradlesona, Margareth. I thought it would be great to write about their love at first sight romance. Ray POV for this one! Enjoy! This is the last fic I’ll post for this very special week @ikerev-appreciation

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She is perfect.

I was supposed to work but I couldn't detach my eyes from her. Her dress was simple but brought to light her waist. She was so much more concentrated than me, trying to understand everything she was typing on her typewriter. Finally, she noticed I was staring and her eyes fell on me. We awkwardly looked away from each other.

I have to finish this otherwise Sirius will scold me again.

I looked at the clock hanging on the other side of the wall. 3.04 pm. Suddenly, an idea came to my mind. As my personal assistant gave me the files she had just finished typing, I stopped her.

”Margareth? Have you heard about the new literary gathering cafe? It has opened last week and I really wanted to try it but I never found time to go out. Would you mind going there with me for tea time today?”

She smiled, one of her rare and precious smiles.

”Why not? We’ve worked all day long, after all, we deserve a break. One of my clients told me yesterday at the book shop that they are making the most delicious mint green tea in all Cradle. I can't wait to try it!”

”Perfect, we’ll get there for 5 pm, if not earlier so we can also enjoy Luka’s cooking tonight. The cafe is near the cats' street so we could also stop there on our way back! I mean, if it's alright with you...”

Margareth sat back on her chair, an adorable grin plastered on her face.

”I would love to, Ray. I hope Melusine is no longer bullied by the other cats or I would have to adopt her!”

That was my turn to smile. As I began to read the latest reports from my officers, I couldn't help but remember the day I had first met her. It was on the 6th of December, about seven years ago now. Wait, today is the 6th of December! I’ve well-chosen the moment to invite her to go on a date. This day, she arrived at school with Fenrir, who introduced her as the niece of the tenants of the Godspeed’s favourite bookshop. She was so shy at that time. I can still picture her, her arms full of books and her serious expression. The other students found her cold but I was seeing something else in those brown eyes. I wanted to know more about her. We started to study together at the bookshop, Fenrir was joining us sometimes. Before I realized it, I had fallen head over heel in love with her. Margareth was an intellectual, like me, an introvert who wasn't afraid to express her opinions, often unpopular. We get separated by our destiny when we left the school, me joining the Black Army, her continuing her studies at the Cradle Central University. I’ve heard stories about her having an affair with the King of Hearts but, somehow, I didn't really mind it. What really made me sad was to learn her family had been killed by those bloody Disciples, the same that caused The Day That Went Dark. They broke her dreams as well as my life and I had had murder desire. Fenrir had stopped me, saying that she would be ok and was now working at the bookshop. I hadn't the time to think about her since then because my duty as the King of Spades didn't allow me to get a lot of free time but when Sirius came with the idea of hiring an assistant for me, she was the first person who popped in my mind. A simple look at Fenrir was enough for him to understand and to introduce her to Sirius, who immediately appointed her. That was six months ago. We were now really close, even more than we were before. And I’ve never been so happy.

At 4.30 pm, I signed the last sheet of paper. Finally! Margareth has finished to type about half an hour ago and told me that she was changing into warmer clothes since it was now snowing outside. I did the same before running into her in the hallway.

”Ray! I was worried you were still buried in your paperwork, I was going to fetch you in your office. Are you ready to go? We can delay our tea time to another day if it's not ok for you.”

Better dying than to stay here! If Sirius find me, he might just give me more things to do.

”Certainly not! I promised we would go there today and I never go back on my word! Shall we?”

I opened the door before her and bowed graciously. She looked delighted.

”Fine, fine, noble gentleman, let's go to our tea party before we get caught by a snowstorm or worse, by the workaholic old man who is roaming in those headquarters!”

She laughed softly, snowflakes covering her sandy-blonde curls in white. As we were about to cross the Black Bridge, a cheerful voice called us.

”Hey, blue coat team, over there!”

I just had the time to turn my head before a snowball hit me right in the chest.

Fenrir, no doubt about it. He certainly returns from his round.

”Where are ya going like this, buddy? Oh, and I see you’re not alone!”

My best friend wore a mischievous grin. He surely doesn't need any explanation from me. Even if we’ve never really talked about my crush on my assistant, I’m pretty sure he already knows.

”We’re heading off to the cats’ headquarters. Wanna come with us maybe?”

I replied, making sure to copy his smiling face, perfectly knowing that he would never accompany us.

”Thanks but no thanks buddy, ya know, cats aren't my favourite creatures. Have fun though!”

”Thank you Fenrir, see you tonight! Oh, and don't forget to buy tomatoes on your way back, Luka asked me to tell you he will need some for this supper!”

Margareth replied for me, enjoying as much as I did the disgusted expression appearing on the Ace’s face.

”Yeah, sure...”

When we finally arrived at the cafe, the clock’s bell rang five times.

”What for perfect timing! Oh, look over there Ray, these are books from the Land of Reason!”

I smiled at Margareth delighted face, taking books after books before heading over a free table to finally removed her covered in snow coat. I ordered a mint tea for her and a chaï tea for me. To accompany our drinks, the waitress offered us some dried fruits covered in marzipan.

”Oh my God, I haven't eaten marzipan since my arrival here! Did you know that is my guilty pleasure? That's the best thing on the whole earth!”

I took one from the plate and had a bite.

Wow, I must recognize that’s really good! I’m going to ask Luka to cook some for Christmas this year.

”Can I ask you something Margareth?”

My tone became serious and she immediately closed her book to look only at me. I wanted to talk to her about this for so long and what she had just said reminds me of this.

”Go on, you know you can ask me anything.”

She encouraged me with a discrete smile.

”Well... Where were you living before arriving in Cradle? I have the feeling you’re hiding something, not only from me but also from all the others here.”

Margareth averted her gaze, her eyes filled with a sudden sadness but also a guilty feeling.

Maybe it would have been better for me to keep my question for myself. I should have known that it was difficult for her to talk about it since she never brought that subject before.

”I’m sorry, forget what I said and let’s...”

”No, it's fine. I would have had to approach this one day or another and if there is one person who can understand me, it's you, Ray.”

She stopped me, looking me right in the eyes. The determination was now reflecting in her gaze as she began to narrate her story.

”I’m not from this world. I was never born here and I never had family here. All of this is a lie. The place I really belong to is the Land of Reason.”

I was now listening closely to her as I saw her hands gripping tightly her blue skirt to prevent her from spilling any tears. I wasn't really surprised by this revelation, I always had the feeling that she came from another universe.

”It was one week before the 6th of December. Where I come from, a country called Belgium, it’s an important day. We celebrate Saint Nicolas, the children receive presents from their so-called ”protector” and we gather all the family around the table for a big feast. It's like a pre-Christmas. I had saved money for months to get the chance to visit London with a friend for a weekend. My family paid for the rest on my birthday. My friend and I decided that taking three days time holiday right before our exams was a pretty good idea. On our first day, we decided to visit Saint James Park. Once there, I saw a man who dropped his watch. We ran to give it back to him but he suddenly had disappeared. Not paying much attention to the ground, I fell into a hole. I think my friend fell with me but I’m not sure. All turned dark and when I woke up, I was on a bed in a small house, the one from my new family. I had learned later on that the man I saw back in London was Blanc and that he was the one who saved me. I had always been well-treated by my ”aunt” and my ”uncle” as if I was their own daughter. However, the first few days were really tough. I missed my family and I was worried. Then, I understood I had no other choice than staying here. That’s when I met Fenrir. He really helped me to adapt to my new life before I joined the school here in Cradle and met you all. I’m happy now but I sometimes still miss my real family, my brother and his twin sister, my friends, ...”

She had been suffering so much during those years, carrying her secret alone. And after the attack of the Disciples, it must have been awful for her.

I couldn't help but hug her and let her sob on my shoulder. I heard her murmured how she was sorry to bother me with her problems, sorry to have lied to everyone. I patted her head, telling her I would always be here for her and that everything was ok. When she finished crying, Margareth looked at my face. She seemed lost but what I saw was a relief. She finally smiled.

”Thank you, Ray. Now that you know, do you want to see something?”

I nodded as she took one book from her pile. The title was written in a foreign language ”Atlas du Monde” on the cover.

”It’s in French, my native language.”

Margareth explained when she saw my quizzical look.

”It’s a book full of maps. Look, that's Europe, here is the United Kingdom, whose capital is London, and here you have Belgium, my homeland.”

She began to explain how her world was, how it works, how she worked hard to earn some money on the weekends, the poverty of the lower classes, the indifference from the nobles and the bourgeoisie when they see the people in the streets. She told me she was lucky that her father was a lawyer who could afford her education. The more she told me about her life, the more I wanted to know about her culture. We talked a lot and when we decided to go back to the headquarters, we were both smiling, just happy to be together.

With this wonderful smile on her face, she could ask me to jump into the river, I would gladly accept if it pleases her.

Suddenly, her foot slipped on the icy ground.

”Watch out!”

I caught her in my arms and pulled her close to me. My heart was hammering in my chest and I could feel hers being in the same state as mine through her thick coat.

”Try to be more careful, I know you survived when you fell from the sky but I can't be here all the time to catch you!”

I said, grinning at her blushing face, though I certainly wasn't looking any better. I pulled away from her, offering my arm to help her to stay on her feet. As soon as I had finished my sentence, I lost my balance and it was my turn to find myself on the ground, Margareth right beside me. We looked at each other, pity written all across my face before bursting out laughing when a cat jumped on me.

”Meow there! How are you doing Matcha? Still full of energy as I can see!”

As I greeted the white cat, Margareth caressed the fluffy fur and we were soon surrounded by a crowd of cats in search of affection. After we checked on Melusine, Margareth’s favourite cat, as black as the night with a single white mark on its back, we decided to head back to the headquarters as snow started to fall again. We were about to cross the Black Bridge when Margareth stopped and turned to face me.

”Thank you for everything Ray, I think that’s the most beautiful afternoon I’ve spent for a long time. I feel much better now I talked with you. You’re the best.”

She looked so sweet at this moment, a single snowflake lingering on her cold cheek. I cupped her face in my hand, removing the little white point from her fair skin, now slightly tainted in pink.

”What are you doing?”

She murmured as I was desperately lost in her almond-shaped eyes.

”You have no idea how cute you look right now.”

The words slipped out of my mouth before I had realized what I was saying, as if I was hypnotized.

”Then enlighten me.”

Margareth replied, sparks of desire now burning in her eyes.

I gave in to temptation and finally claimed her lips as mine. It was a gentle kiss, the kind I had reserved only for her during all those years. I had a girlfriend before meeting Margareth. Only one, just to see how it was to be in a couple. I never felt something like this with her. I pulled away from my assistant.

”You...”

She began.

”I’m sorry, I shouldn't have done that, I got carried away”

As I averted my gaze from her, trying to concentrate on the cloudy sky above us, feeling as my cheeks were on fire, she cupped my face in her hands, forcing me to look at her.

”Never apologize for doing something I’ve wanted you to do for so long”

It was like I was under a spell. Love maybe?

”You have no idea about how you make me feel... Are you sure?”

”Shhh... No more talking”

Margareth put a finger on my lips to prevent me from saying anything more.

I put an arm around her waist and claimed her lips again, hungrily this time. The chocolate lip balm she applied when we got out of the cafe gave a sweet taste to every kiss we shared. It was like we were making up for all the time we had lost. Every kiss was more ambitious than the last, lightly biting on her lower lip before letting our tongues playing with each other. We only stopped when our lungs reclaimed some air and that our lips weren't hot enough to prevent our teeth from shattering.

”We really should go now”

She said, looking kinda disappointed to stop here.

”When are we going to tell the others?”

”I don't know, we will see later...”

I replied, having absolutely no clue about it.

I will be the first of the Chosen Thirteen to officially have a girlfriend. What do we do in this situation?

As soon as we reached the headquarters, Seth greeted us.

”What were you doing, you two? It's nearly 8.30 pm, Luka would be mad at you if he hadn't prepared just a simple soup!”

Suddenly, the 10 of Spades stopped scolding us and took Margareth’s chin in his hand.

”My, my, would you tell me what happened to those sweet lips of yours, darling?”

I felt my cheeks burning as well as the ones of my newly appointed girlfriend.

”Hum... I burnt them drinking a too hot cup of tea. I applied some balm but it did nothing to soothe the pain, as you can see by yourself”

Seth looked at her dubiously then his gaze fell on me.

”Well Ray, I will have to teach you how to properly kiss a girl!”

I felt a hand on my shoulder as I turned around, only to find amethyst eyes fixing us.

”WHAAAAT? Sirius, do you mean they...? Oh my God, Ray, you and I are going to have a long conversation on how to treat the lady you love correctly!”

I sighed and looked at Margareth, blushing and laughing softly all at once when I felt a hand ruffling my hair.

”Hey, congrats buddy! So, Margareth, is the King of Spades a good kisser? It's still time to change your mind and choose me instead of a man who prefers cats over ladies!”

Fenrir was joking, as usual, but I could see he was a bit sad.

I’ve always known he appreciated Margareth a lot but I didn't suspect that he might have a crush on her. We really share everything. But I’m sure he will soon find someone who will make him as ecstatic as I’m right now.

I took Margareth’s hand and went to the dining room, where Luka was dressing the table.

”You’re finally here! I thought you ate too many sweets and were hiding to avoid having something healthy in your plates”

We both smiled at the clueless Jack of Spades. Fenrir lightly tapped his empty glass with the back of his spoon.

”My dear colleagues, I have something important to announce to you tonight! My best buddy isn't a single man anymore! He and his adorable assistant finally confessed their feelings to each other. I’m glad to know that Ray will now have something else to cherish than his bloody cat. I also officially appoint Margareth as my second best buddy! The Black Army wish you to enjoy a long and happy life together!”

Everyone applause, even Luka, who was still wearing a surprised look on his face.

”Fenrir, don't you think it was a bit too much? We aren't getting married, we’ve been barely exchanged our first kiss an hour ago!”

”Well Ray, excepting sweet angel Luka, all the members of this army had shipped you a long way ago! Didn't you notice the soldiers making bets on when and who will confess? It was worthy of a little speech!”

I looked at Margareth, who was trying not to die from embarrassment.

”Well my darling, now we haven't to look for a way to announce our status to this bunch of idiots”

As everyone was sharing a drink in our honour, it was her turn to whisper to me.

”Well, sweetheart, may I remind you that you are the king of this bunch of idiots?”

We both grinned at each other, knowing that it was only the beginning of an eternal love story.

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This is the second fic I share but the very first IkeRev fic I’ve written and my personal favourite! I only have these two fics for the Ray Appreciation Week but maybe I’ll write another later this month. Hope you’ve enjoyed this one!

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@lovingsiriusoswald mother of all Cradlesonas

@lil-creatorwritings since I forgot to tag her last time and this is about our favourite King 💙

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Day 5: Teamwork [Ray Appreciation Week]

Fandom: Ikemen Revolution Pairing: Ray Blackwell x Anastacia Stryvard (OC) Word Count: 805 words Warning: None. Summary: Teamwork makes the dream work. A/N: Day 5! Yes, I know it’s behind. Life’s tough, but I’m just gonna keep writing even if it is late! I haven’t mentioned this in Anastacia’s profile (working on to update it to add her family and stuff), but the only additional stuff you need to know is that her grandfather owns a bookshop in Central Quarter and she helps him there, and that she has an older brother (they have a 7 year gap) who’s a carpenter. Okay? Okay! FYI, I got this idea while I was scrolling through tumblr and I saw this pic and I was like, ‘yep that’s totally random but fits the prompt’. Also this wasn’t the initial idea I had but anyway! Tagging @ikerev-appreciation 

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For once, Ray had gotten up early on an off day. Walking through Central Quarter without the hustle and bustle of the midday rush made it feel strange. Rounding a corner, he walked further down the street until he reached a bookshop with a closed sign. He knocked softly on the glass pane, catching the occupant’s attention.

“Ray!” his lover had opened the door, her face lighting up with a smile. She ushered him inside, closing it behind them as she turned to face him. “You’re quite ear--oh!”

He pulled her closer by the waist, capturing her lips in a warm kiss. Anastacia leaned into him, tilting her head as he deepened the kiss.

She had pulled away first, albeit reluctantly. Her cheeks were a pretty shade of pink as he chuckled. “Good morning.”

“G-Good morning..” her voice was small and shy, which just made her more adorable. “As I was saying, you’re quite early.”

Admittedly, he could have slept a little longer. They had planned to go out on a date today since both had been busy with their respective duties, with him to the army and her to the shop. He tucked a stray hair behind her ear, careful to not mess up her ponytail. “I missed you too much.”

“Mn, I missed you too.” She smiled at him before she gestured to the nearby sofa. “Why don’t you wait for me over there? I have to restock some shelves and wait for grandfather before we can leave.”

Ray let her go, immediately missing her warmth as he sat down. There was a basket on the table with a checkered blanket on top, presumably for their outing. He had mentioned a spot in the forest that he wanted to show her and she suggested to have a picnic there so they can spend some time alone together. It had been a hectic week for both of them and a quiet day seemed like the perfect way for them to recharge.

The sound of a tumbling book followed by a groan made him look up. He followed where the noise came from, going almost all the way to the back of the store. Anastacia was rubbing her head as she bent down to pick up the fallen book.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine. The shelf is just too high for me and I overreached.”

He tilted his head. “Don’t you have the step stool? You have one  in the shop, right?”

“Yes, but a customer’s child broke it by accident the other day. We’ve asked my older brother to make another one much higher and durable, but it won’t be arriving for a few days.” She pouted, suddenly holding a finger up to him. “And no, you can’t restock the shelves for me.”

Now it was his turn to make a face. “Why not?”

“Because this isn’t your job and I have to do this by myself.”

Once again, she tried to put a single book in the upper shelf, but even standing on her tiptoes provided a struggle. She was successful, but at this rate, who knows what time she’ll finish.

Ray patted her on the shoulder, catching her attention. “Hang on, I have an idea.”

An hour later, Anastacia opens the bookshop just as her grandfather arrives. He kisses his granddaughter on the forehead before surveying the shop. “I see you managed to find a way to reach the top shelf, mija. How did you do that?”

“Ah, it’s a bit hard to describe, ingkong…” Her cheeks flush in embarrassment, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.

He doesn’t ask any further as he notices Ray standing by the couch, a basket in his arm. “It’s good to see you, King.” “Just Ray would be fine, sir.” he smiled, looking over at the bookcases. “She worked really hard to fill up all the shelves.”

“Yes, she can get quite determined when she works. Now, I believe you two should get going before the sun gets too high.”

The couple left arm in arm as her grandfather watched them stroll down the street, his granddaughter having the sweetest smile on her face. He sat behind the counter and opened the newspaper she left for him before his grandson came in carrying a huge box. “Did she leave already?”

“You just missed her, mijo. You can leave the step ladder with me.”

Her older brother tilted his head, confused. “How did she fill in the shelves? Even if she jumped, she wouldn’t be able to reach it.”

“Hm, she finds her own way.” He went back to reading the news while waiting for his usual customers, thinking back on Anastacia. Who would have thought that sitting on the King of Spades’ shoulders gave her the right amount of height for that shelf.