#ikerev fanfic

[spoopy-fish-writes]

| I love you, I love you, I love you

Suitor(s): Ray

TW: Crying, mention of periods, mention of being sick

Genre: Comfort

Notes: AFAB MC || Didn’t know how badly I needed this until I was writing it writing for Ikerev is genuinely going to be what gets me out of my slump just watch || Does anyone even play Ikerev anymore. Am I speaking into a void

“Can I kiss you? Please?" You were barely a centimetre away from Ray, your eyes looking into his with the warmth that you always did, loving, cherishing, adoring. And yet that clashed with an equally prominent biting cold that seemed to flinch back from your expression when he tried to look too close that he couldn't quite place as your eyebrows pinched together in a way that made you look so fragile in that one moment.

He wasn't sure how it had got to this point, your hand on his chest while you leaned towards him, your other resting on the sofa to help you keep balance.

But he couldn't say no to you. Not that he would want to and certainly not now when you seemed so desperate for his affection.

So a "Yes" fell from his lips, sure and barely above a whisper.

You wasted only a second, a pause as your eyes flitted from his eyes down to his lips and then back up to his eyes as if checking for further confirmation.

He didn't make an attempt to initiate this kiss this time. Not when you looked as though you were ready to shatter at the slightest touch, so he waited for you to lean in, your lips barely a light press against his - tentative.

He can feel the shaky breath that leaves you against his lips when you pull away and his eyes meet yours - almost an invitation, though it's not hard to take it as such when his pupils are blown wide and he looks at you so gently - as your hands slowly move up to cup his face, half tangled in his hair so that you could pull him towards you again.

It's slow and still soft as you kiss him once, twice, three times, handling him with so much care that he isn't sure whether you thought he would break or yourself if you decided to be any rougher with him.

Either way, your hands trembled as they moved slightly against his cheek, mindlessly tracing his features from his lashes which dipped low when he closed his eyes - a mercy really, as you feared that he would have seen the way that your chest rose and fell so shakily and brows furrowed had he had them open - to his brow and down to his cheek, so gently rubbing over light burns and scars which had almost completely faded.

"Love.." comes the mumble against your lips and you feel Ray softly pull away, his expression one of concern that makes you want to shy away from him as one of his hands reaches up to your face to brush under your eye, brushing away a stray tear you hadn't paid any mind to.

"Love, what's wrong?" The gentle sound of his voice makes you want to cry even more; you felt too vulnerable, too weak to be able to handle such gentleness.

You lent into his palm and closed your eyes for a moment, taking in the feeling of his warm hand and focusing on it to calm you down before you spoke.

"Just..." What was wrong?

"I- I don't really know. I feel upset but I don't know why and it's been messing with me for a few days between being sick, being on my period, being...generally annoyed.

I don't know. It all just sucks. I just... wanted to be close to you right now. It helps.” Your voice cracks as ramble ends off on a heavy sigh which evened out your previously agitated breathing. You slumped into his chest, burying your face in his neck before deciding against it and bending to hide your face in his chest, prompting a fond huff of amusement from the king of spades which you ignored as you continued to speak. "You're warm, and it's nice. Like sunshine."

"I need to stay closer to people who feel like sunshine," you continued mumbling. "It's nicer around you. I don't feel so mellow or upset. Like I’ve gone outside after a long week being sick."

Ray hums as if in agreement, arms moving to wrap around your waist. He makes a contemplative noise and you look up slightly while green eyes meet yours.

His lips tilt up into a gentle crescent as his eyes soften and you have to look away again, even if he does chuckle at the way that you bury your face in his chest again. His lips press to the top of your head and you can feel the movement of them as he speaks.

“Then you should stay as close to me as possible. If not for yourself, I should stay closer to people who feel like sunshine too, even when there are a few clouds around them.”

You huff a weak but genuine laugh against his chest and shake your head slightly. “You're corny and embarrassing.”

"I recall you starting this."

"Irrelevant."

He laughs again and it’s so hard to hold onto your annoyance and upset when you hear it because it really is like a soothing balm to your wounds when he laughs so genuinely and you can feel the vibrations of his chest. He holds you that little bit tighter and you relax almost immediately, tears no longer having any use when you’re in his embrace.

“I love you. I feel like I don’t tell you enough.”

One of his hands moves to cradle your head and you can hear the smile in his voice. “Telling me everyday isn’t enough?”

Your voice is a little croaky and your sore throat makes an appearance as you speak. “I don’t think it’ll be enough until I’ve told you enough to make up for every day I didn’t know you. I would have loved you all of those days as well if I’d found you sooner, I think.”

“That’s a lot of days.”

“It is, but I think I can manage. I love being around you and you always make me feel better. I love that you’re so free all of the time and you always make me feel like I can be too. I just love you. I guess. All of you.”

Again, his arms tighten and he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “I love you too. I hope I can always make you feel better. Make you feel like you can be better.”

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[aquagirl1978]

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

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

Pairing: Blanc Lapin x Reader

Prompt: First Look

Word Count: 417

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

“Alice!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[xxsycamore]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Plop.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are those… balloons?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"If you'd excuse me…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"?!"

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

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

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

"Can I kiss you?"

Yes! Yes!

"Please."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: you call some of the ikerev suitors a pet name for the first time.

WARNINGS: none!! :D

COMMENTS: FIRST PIECE FOR IKEREV LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO um is zero's the longest?!??!?! how did that happen?!?!?!??!?!

also im . only including teh routes ive done so far AHJSDGJASH

a soft “can you pass the salt, angel?” makes zero pause. his eyes are wide and his lips part, surprised at the sudden pet name. you’re gazing so lovingly at him, brows furrowed and pretty lips pulled up into a gentle grin. you’re so pretty. zero feels his hands shake as he clutches the tablecloth, his mind running haywire as he tries to process what you said. you’d wanted something, right? zero sucks in a breath when every else you said finally makes sense. salt, you want the salt. he feels heat rising to his cheeks as he grabs it, passing it to you. “uh, yeah.” he fumbles, your voice in his ears repeating the pet name over and over. angel, angel, angel.

“you’re so mean to me, jellybean.” you stick your tongue out at edgar, his usual serene smile plastered on his face. “oh? alice, if i didn’t know any better i’d say you just called me something new.” he grins wider, leaning closer to you as your face flames up. you’re just about to tell him that he’s imagining things and that the cheesy pet name did not just pass through your lips, but the words get caught in your throat when he presses his lips against yours.

“you’re working too hard, darling.” you muse, placing a gentle hand on kyle’s back. he’s completely zoned into his work, shut off from the rest of the world. of course he didn’t hear you. you’ve always found yourself expressing your concerns to yourself before making sure he has a nice bowl of soup to eat when he’s finally done for the day. you turn to make your way to the kitchen, but the loud slam of a book closing makes you whip around. “wait, what did you call me?” kyle asks, eyes now glued to your form. if you didn’t know any better, you’d think his cheeks were pink.

“welcome home, apricot!” you beam the second harr walks through the door. his heart jumps into his throat when you wrap your arms around him, face buried in his chest. his hands float around your back before he presses them to your clothes, hugging you softly. he averts his eyes from you as his cheeks burn up, your little nickname having much more of an effect than you’d thought. it’s so sweet that you pay attention to what he likes. he loves you so much.

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[maries-gallery]

Ray is too big that everytime he fucks Alice he needs to slow down but he's so damn horny he went from gentle to feral 👀

OH MY GOD PLEASE ANON FACTS! Sorry i completely forgot this was in my inbox but OH MY GOD I HOPE YOU ARE STILL AROUND TO READ THIS! (Although it'd be a miracle if you are since this has been there for literally 2 years). Tagging @kissmetwicekissmedeadly BECAUSE YOU HAVE TO THIRST WITH ME HERE!

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: size kink, pussy drunk!Ray, praise kink, mating press, creampie, breeding kink, dacryphilia, female bodied reader

Please Ray knows he is big. He knows your pussy cannot take him and he loves it. He loves how your brows furrow together and how you scrunch your nose as he pushes his length inside of you, loves how you gasp as he bottoms out and fills you with everything he has to give.

Pain laced with pleasure as he carefully slides out only to sheathe his cock inside of you again.

And he loves how tight and warm your walls feel around him, how they clamp down on his cock as he thrusts inside of you, stretching you out so blissfully you cannot think straight.

"Damn- You're... Ungh- You're so tight, baby-" He pants in your ear, and it takes all he has to hold himself back as you whine underneath him, "Taking me so well-"

And he wants to take things slow with you, he wants to be gentle and worship this love you share. But you just feel too good around him and he has so much to give... Your pussy just sucking him in with every roll of his hips, the sight of his cock disappearing between your folds driving him feral.

He can't go slow anymore. He has to ravage you, to fuck you until you can't walk anymore, and it's fine because he will be here to carry you anywhere you wish in the morning.

"Nnngh- Ah-! Ray- too-too fast!" You mewl in his ears, the tight coil in your core pooling with desire and an ever growing need, every snap of his hips against yours bringing you closer and closer to the edge of your release. Too good, too fast.

Your thoughts turn to mush in your head as he hoists your legs up and places them over his shoulders, caging you between his rock hard chest and the soft mattress. And it hurts so good when he hits your sweetest spot, when he reaches so deep you feel him in the back of your throat.

"I-I know you can take it, baby-" He says, experiencing the new depths this angle gives him, "Doing so good for me-"

Your heart swells in your chest at his praises, his name falling like a prayer from your lips, followed by a string of moans and incomprehensible babbles.

"That's-That's it, be a good girl for me-"

And you are always so good for him, Ray cannot get enough. Can't get enough of how your lips part in a silent scream of his name, back arching off the bed and hands fisting the sheets as your orgasm washes over you.

Can't get enough of the tears of pleasure that prick at the corners of your eyes as he continues to fuck both you and himself through your releases until he has given you every single drop of his cum and is sure to leave you with child.

Until he crumbles over you, the both of you spent and exhausted from rounds and rounds of him filling you up.

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[ikemenlibrary]

Whiskey On His Lips - Ikémen Revolution

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

Word Count: 3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[youreawizardharr]

(Harr Silver x Eirene Chapman)

Fandom: Ikemen Revolution

Characters: Harr Silver

Genre: ---

Prompt: ---

Pairing: Harr Silver x Eirene Chapman

Warnings: Mentions of Blood and Violence

Tagging: @rairahime

Disclaimer: I do not create Harr, credits to Cybird for creating a character I love so much

Notes: Thank you @otomememento  for beta reading this story. I’m sorry for bothering you. This took me a long time to write and finish. I'm not confident with this little fic, but here it is. I hope you enjoy. This is my first attempt at writing something like this. I'm used to writing with another person, you see. So writing in this format is complicated for me. And while constructive criticism is very much appreciated, you don't have to be rude about it.

Harr sensed the soldiers the moment they stepped through the treeline, lifting the hood of his cloak to conceal himself from view as he casted a simple teleportation spell. The area was bathed in a light blue illumination, leaving no traces that he had been there at all. Arriving at his destination, peeking over the side of a tree, the wizard eyed the group of soldiers, his ears picking up on their conversation.

"Where do you think the girl is? This forest doesn't appear to be ending anytime soon." The lone soldier complained, following the others. He stepped over a fallen log in the middle of the man-made trail, readjusting his anti-magic rifle. "The Magic Tower gave us clues about where to find the girl. That clue led us here, so she's somewhere in this forest." The captain responded calmly, then glared down at the low ranking soldier. "If the Commander heard you complaining, he'd punish you severely for your insubordination. He wants her alive, so make sure you don't harm her. Accidentally, or otherwise. Do I make myself perfectly clear? He already has plans for her." The other soldiers saluted their captain in response, pressing onward with renewed vigor, intending to carry out the commander's orders even if it meant their deaths.

As Harr stepped backwards, he made the simple mistake of snapping a twig in half with his left boot. The noise alerted the small group of soldiers. "Aye, it appears we have some company." The captain silently made a command with a hand gesture, walking in the direction where the noise came from. Harr gritted his teeth as he attempted to get away from the soldiers before they noticed his presence, however, a hand grabbed his upper arm, the expression on Harr's face contorted in pain as the fingers of the soldier keeping him in place dug into the fabric of his cloak. The skin along that area felt tender the longer the other man continued to grip him firmly. Harr was pulled and shoved along before he made eye contact with whom he assumed was the leader of the group, pressing his lips into a thin line, schooling the expression on his face as not to give them the satisfaction of showing emotion.

"Well, well, well." The captain approached Harr, his lips forming a wicked grin, forcing the wizard down onto his knees on the ground, while a soldier kept Harr in place. "The Magic Tower told us about a wizard living out here. I never thought one of our targets would make the job easier. Isn't this a nice surprise?" The man was given incoherent, verbal agreement from his subordinates. "Since you so kindly offered yourself without any trouble, I'm going to give you a chance to tell us where the girl is." Harr refused to bargain with them. He loved Eirene too much to give her up. The captain frowned, clearly displeased. "Don't make this any harder for yourself. All we want is the girl. Our Commander harbors no ill will towards you people. He just has some unfinished business and it involves that girl. Now, tell us where she is." Callous fingers quickly removed the hood to forcefully yank Harr's head back by his hair. The pain along his scalp caused the muscles in his face to twitch in response to the harsh treatment. The eye that wasn't obscurred by a silver mask weaved back and forth, studying the captain's oily and sweaty features.

"The sooner you give us her location, the sooner all of this mayhem will end."

Harr remained silent, which angered the captain, grunting when the older man sent a balled fist against the left side of his face. The wizard fell backwards onto the ground due to the force of the blow, his left ear ringing, as a seering pain emitted along his bottom lip where he must have accidentally bitten down from the impact of the punch. With his eye squeezed shut, Harr shifted slightly, the scent of moist dirt, leaves and iron reached his nose, pain radiating in the left side of his jaw. A bruise was likely forming. That much was obvious by how much his face swelled up in a matter of moments. Though all he could focus on was the pain and how disoriented he felt.

Before long, the sensation of two hands grabbing a hold of his cloak made Harr open his eye in time to watch the soldier who captured him minutes ago force him to sit upright, releasing his cloak to step away. The captain impatiently paced back and forth, feeling the wizard's gaze following him. "Why are you refusing to give her up? Don't you want this war to end? Don't you want peace to be returned?" The man stopped pacing to coldly regard Harr. "We know you have her hidden somewhere; the Magic Tower was forthcoming with information, after all. So staying quiet won't help you, wizard." While his silence could be taken for defiance, Harr was actually contemplating his next move, eyeing the soldiers while gauging the chances of defeating them. There were at least five in total. All were carrying weapons made to be utilized against magic wielders. He's heard of the term anti-magic through his dealings with merchants from overseas. If these Glassian soldiers were to use these anti-magic weapons, his magic would be useless against them. It didn't mean he was powerless, though. He just had to be patient and coordinate accordingly.

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[randonauticrap]

𝓒𝓸𝔃𝔂𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓦𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮

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Hello, spooky friends! I am hosting a fluffy writing challenge this October, that I am colloquially calling "Cozytober"! We all know about Kinktober, the legendary horny phase that takes most of us over during this month. But what about those softer moments? When you're too cold to move, or just want a nice cup of hot cocoa with your favorite fictional boyfriend? That's what this writing challenge is for!

I have compiled a list of 30 total prompts; 15 general prompts and 15 dialogue prompts. Feel free to use any of them for any character/fandom of your choice. Use them once, use them more than once, or don't use them at all! It's up to you. All I ask is that you credit the event list to me at @randonauticrap, and use this hashtag (#Cozytober Writing Challenge 2022) for the event. I am SO excited to read all your warm Fall fuzzies.

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[natimiles]

Masterlists

Writings:

Ikevamp | SFW

Ikevamp | NSFW (MDNI!)

Ikevil | SFW

Ikevil | NSFW (MDNI!)

Obey Me | SFW

Obey Me | NSFW (MDNI!)

Edits & Such:

Ikevamp

Ikevil

Other Ikeseries

Screenshots & Such:

Ikeseries (ikevamp, ikesen and ikerev)

Ikevamp: Interlude

Countdown to Birthdays:

Isaac (2023)

Mozart (2024)

Other Countdowns:

Ikemen Villains' EN Release

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[ikeromantic]

1K Follower Celebration: Cradle Central

This is the 3rd story in the Ikemen Revolution part of the follower celebration! For this story, I decided to do something a little different. Instead of a fairytale AU, you get to choose one AU trope and I'll write it.

You have one week to vote! If you have another idea, you can propose something else in the comments - if it gets the most votes, I'll write it instead. And ofc, if there are ties, I will write all tied stories.

Featuring:

Blanc

Oliver

Harr

Loki

Dalim

Dean

Mousse

Amon

Why not another Fairytale? Well . . . too many characters to do justice to them all without writing a book ^_^ Also, I thought these would be fun. I have lots of ideas for them!

You can find the Red Army FairyTale AU here: Alice and the Beast

You can find the Black Army FairyTale AU here: CinderAlice

Ikevamp IK stories are here: Follower Celebration Master list 2

IkeSen 1K stories are here: Follower Celebration Master list 3

#ikemen revolution #ikerev #ikerev Blanc #ikerev Harr #ikerev Loki #ikerev Dalim #ikerev mousse #ikerev Amon #ikerev Dean #fanfiction #fanfic #otome #otome guys #follower celebration

[spoopy-fish-writes]

| One in the same

Suitor(s): Blanc

TW: Mortality mentions, death mentions, illness mentions, injury mentions and some very minor angst relating to it

Genre: Fluff

Notes: Gender neutral MC || Immortal MC || This is for me only, I'm gatekeeping him because he is my beloved before he is a character in ikerev || @orangejuice707 @vio-simps-for-purple-characters and of course @vivicomplains you may have 1 of these every day unt I have exhausted my extensive supply

Blanc looks at you like he can't believe that you exist.

He's been alive for so long, so long that he's seen the Black and Red armies come to peace and then fall apart in war; so long that he was there for the coming of the first Alice and then the one after her and the one after her. So long that he's still there, still keeping record of events that he's lived through, events that almost no one else can relate to experiencing.

It's been so long that he doesn't remember the fear of illness, fear of injury, fear of death. So long since he's been cursed to continue to watch over Cradle, so long since he'd fallen in love with the first Alice and watched her, like so many others, disappear from his life.

He's so sociable, one that no one could dislike even with his unusual quirks and his airheadedness, but he never truly feels like he isn't alone.

There had never been anyone that could relate to the feeling of always feeling so disconnected from the world, having such a huge part to play in it as he watches and aids in sealing away people who are too powerful for their own good and tearing down those who will not be sealed but never feeling like he was truly a part of it because he couldn't share so many of the experiences that they could.

Until you.

Your existence feels too good for him, something so good that he can't believe that it could ever happen to him.

You smile and he gets to live with the knowledge that he'll keep being able to see you smile. That your smile won't wither away like so many others. That he has someone that he can hold on to and doesn't have to claw away at the hands of time to try and keep with him.

That he can keep you, love you, because you share the same burden as him.

You've lived a similar life, never being able to move on and living in a cycle that you too thought you were alone in. You could understand him. You could understand each other.

When he smiled at you, his eyes didn't hold a bittersweet edge in knowing that he would have to savour his moments with you.

And when he stared, it wasn't because he wanted to ingrain your image into his memory, into his heart so he may never forget it. It was pure admiration.

Disbelief. Awe.

Hope.

Like you were some kind of shining like from above that would never leave his side. Like he needed to keep looking at you to make sure that you were real and his.

"You know, if you keep staring so much, I'm going to start getting self conscious." You lift your gaze from your book to look at him with a teasing smile and Blanc just laughs in response, warm brown eyes never leaving you.

"I don't think anyone as perfect as you should have any reason to feel self conscious."

Your smile softens and so does his as you shake your head with a huff of a laugh. "As if I'm not the lucky one in meeting you."

"In that, my dear, I believe we're one in the same."

Do not repost or claim. Only reblog 💜

#ikerev #ikemen revolution #ikerev blanc #ikerev fanfic #ikerev fanfiction #ikemen revolution fanfic #ikemen revolution fanfiction #ikerev fic #ikemen revolution fic #ikerev fluff #ikemen revolution fluff #blanc lapin #ikemen revolution blanc

[aquagirl1978]

Deck the Halls - Fenrir Godspeed x Reader (Ikemen Revolution)

A/N: The first of 12 Days of Christmas - a very old request by anon for New Year, New Celebration event and part of A Series of Firsts challenge.

Pairing: Fenrir Godspeed x Reader

Prompt: carrying the other in their arms & first celebrations

Requested by: Anon

Word Count: 368

Tags: fluff

What a year it had been since you fell into Cradle.

It had been hard at first to be separated from your family and friends. But the members of the Black Army had been so warm and welcoming, easing your transition to Cradle, that before you knew it, they were your family, and Cradle your home. 

Your heart warmed as you looked around the room, your new family gathered to celebrate your first Christmas in Cradle. Luka had spent all day baking treats for the festivities. Sirius found the tray of treats and was happily gobbling up a loaf of cake. Ray, seated in a large armchair like the King that he was, had a litter of kittens sleeping on his lap. And Seth, whom no party would be complete without, was leading the group in singing Christmas carols.

And then there was Fenrir.

Fenrir, your best friend and lover and the entire reason for you staying in Cradle when you had the chance to return to your world. But how could you do that when your heart and home was here in Cradle? 

Fenrir, who was sneaking off with a tray of Luka's treats for you to enjoy in his room later. Fenrir, who had tied small bells onto each kitten's collar so that they'd jingle as soon as Ray stood up. Fenrir, who was stealing bits of Sirius’ cake and chucking it into Seth’s opened mouth, quieting his loud singing.

“Hey…” Familiar arms wrapped around your waist, Fenrir’s breath warm as he whispered into your ear. “I heard about this crazy tradition where if you find yourself under the mistletoe, you have to kiss the other person.”

But he stopped you, pressing a finger to your lips.

Tilting your chin up, you saw a sprig of mistletoe dangling over your head. You spun in your spot, a joyful smile spread on your lips as you leaned towards Fenrir to collect your kiss.

“Not here,” he said, his eyes glittering with mischief as he picked you up in his arms. You threw your arms around his neck, giddy with joy as he carried you away from the party towards his bedroom, eager to be kissed. And more.

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

#12 days of christmas #new year new celebration #a series of firsts ccc #ikemen series #ikemen revolution #ikerev #fenrir godspeed #ikerev fenrir #ikemen fenrir #ikerev fanfic #ikemen fanfic #otome #otome games #otome fanfic

[xxsycamore]

One Hot Love

╰┈➤ 📸 Because we're not ready to let go of summer just yet.

Fenrir Godspeed x Main Character + Fenrir/Alice/Ray/Sirius/Luka/Seth • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Polyamory; they're all dating; but focus is on fen/alice; Beach Sex; Road Trips; modern elements; i gave them cars and car radios basically; Skinny Dipping; Water Sex; Vaginal Sex; getting caught; Outdoor Sex; Banter; Black Army polycule • wordcount: 1,780 • masterlist

a/n: That was me paying homage to the passing summer WHAT HAPPENED, WHY COUDN'T I POST THIS ANY SOONER? Anyway, One Hot Love by Makoto Matsushita was THE summer song for me this year, and at one point it aligned with my ikerev nostalgia so here we are... always wanted to write a black army polycule <3

"Man, that song is stuck in my head now. Putting the only CD we could find on repeat was no doubt better than going the whole drive without any music on, but…"

"What are you talking about, you could have listened to Seth's melodic voice instead~!" Alice gawks, a hand over her heart in a display of affection that seems to be aimed at riling Fenrir up. Though, knowing how the 10 of Spades has her head over heels for him, Fenrir won't be surprised if that's her genuine reaction to listening to the man's monologues for four hours straight. And despite that they all love Seth, Fenrir is sure that in this aspect Alice is alone.

They came here with the rest of the officers and the King to check out what was reported to be a group of disciples from the Magic Tower disrupting the peace around the coast. Ray insisted on checking it out personally and the others kind of tagged along and from there it turned into a (work) road trip.

"Uhuh. Either way, boss looked like he's seconds away from taking the gun from my holster and aiming it at the car radio."

"He wasn't even the one driving, though… Was he too sleepy or something? We did get here only after it got dark yesterday but I thought it wasn't past his bedtime…"

"Pfft, sounds like him! But no. I know what got him so worked up but I won't tell ya~"

"Feeeeen! C'mon!"

Stopping in her tracks for a second, Alice lets out a deep sigh when the Ace just keeps taking long strides across the sandy path, refusing to satiate her curiosity. Letting out a loud "Hmph!" that falls on deaf ears due to the sea breeze surrounding them, Alice dashes forward to join Fenrir's side again, and keeps the pace until he's the one walking behind her instead.

A harsh and sudden gust of wind blows by, and Alice all but feels her uniform skirt flying upwards.

"Eeek!"

"Ohh, so you're wearing the pink ones! Nice!"

Putting her hands protectively on her rear as if they aren't the only two people on this beach to begin with, and as if Fenrir didn't just see everything there is to see, Alice throws him the best mean look she can muster before slowing her step so they're side by side again.

"Sorry for teasing ya. I promise I won't cheat if you want to play guess the panty color with the others tonight."

"It's really not about that!!" The focus of Alice's bewilderment quickly shifts from his ridiculous logic to the way he stops her right there and then for a kiss, full on the lips and tasting like the minty ice cream they shared awhile ago. She finds herself savoring his sweet lips, feeling the sun's warmth engulf them fully now that they stopped in their tracks.

"Ya know, I could really go for a swim right now."

Seems like he's not the only one feeling hot now.

"Just like that? Isn't the water cold…"

"One way to find out." Fenrir grins boyishly, the same smile she once fell for, and then kept falling for every day since then. Before she can even blink, Fenrir is already pulling his hoodie over his head and walking in the direction of the shore. Following the rush of wildness, Alice is no different as she gives into the moment, stripping down to her underwear. At least she diligently folds her clothes before putting them down on top of one of the nearby rocks, even if it means Fenrir would beat her at getting to the water first.

"Woohoo! Alice, come here! The water is perfect!"

Losing no more time to join Fenrir, Alice gives up on her cautious approach and lets the waves splash against her as she runs towards them, even when they make her squeal.

"Liar! It certainly is at least a little bit cold…"

"I gotcha."

Before she can complain more, Fenrir enfolds Alice in his toned arms from behind, acting like a big blanket.

"Fen… you're not wearing any underwear…"

"Yeah? Are you?"

Alice shivers as he runs one hand down to check, but the touch is more than welcomed, to her own surprise. She turns around in his arms and places hers around his neck, looking at his deep magenta eyes.

"Remember what you promised me a few months ago? About the next time we go to the beach together?"

"That I'm gonna finally have my way with you in the water like I always fantasized about? Why are you smirking at me like that now?"

Being called out on it, Alice's grin only transforms into a series of chuckles that she tries to hide against Fenrir's broad chest, hoping that he'd get the idea already.

"Alice, mind if I check once more if ya still wearing those pink panties? Just to make sure."

"F-Fen-!"

Receiving her affirmation in the form of her arms tightening their hold around his shoulders, Fenrir's calloused fingers find their way down the curve of her ass and between her legs. They slip under the thin material, crawling inside to find her dripping sex.

"Haah-"

"Still making sure, hold on."

His touch ghosts over her folds, his other hand joining on her front to stroke her clit inside her panties.

"What were ya asking about my promise to you?"

"Do you…think us coming here today counts? Ahh-"

Rubbing on her aroused nub with no remorse as if determined to make her explode on his fingers in mere seconds, Fenrir uses the proximity to the fullest as he nibs Alice's earlobe playfully.

"Do ya want it to count, Alice?"

It's a silly question, with how far they've already gotten. When they're together, it's always hard to say who started things first. The firm erection pressing flush against Alice's belly tells her they're not leaving the water without one last unforgettable summer memory.

"Make it count. I want you so bad."

"Hah! You finally said it." Fenrir chuckles, leaving a trail of wet kisses across her nape all the way to her lips, capturing them with his.

It serves as a distraction as he picks her up, making her instinctively wrap her legs around his torso.

"Hold on tight, Alice. I'm not stopping 'till you're seeing stars."

Running her fingers through the unruly locks at the base of his neck, Alice groans as she feels him guide the tip in, letting gravity do the rest as she sinks down on his girthy length with delight.

"Gods- Why haven't we done this before-"

"That's what I was asking! Ahhh- Fuck, Alice. I want you everywhere, all the time, what are you doing to me?"

Alice's hearty laughter is interrupted by the erratic moans ripped out of her throat by Fenrir's deep thrusts, and she knows perfectly how he feels.

"You can have all of me, Fen! I want you so bad! Ahhh-"

Moving her body up and down on his length at a rapid pace, Fenrir kisses every part of Alice he can put his lips on, her sun-kissed shoulders, her arms sprinkled with small seawater drops that are salty on his tongue, her nape with the sweet strawberry scent of her shampoo mixing with the sea breeze.

Alice sinks her nails into his shoulder blades, knowing how much he loves it when she does that, and lets herself go; the orgasm rushes through her body like a lightning strike, pleasure spreading hotly from deep inside her and making her whole body glow in ecstasy. She opens her eyes while throwing her head back, and takes in the endless blue sky above.

Fenrir keeps thrusting into her, making water splash around them as he whispers how close he is, how good she feels around him - and then he brings her down on him hard one last time, keeping her flush to him before filling her with his warmth.

With the cease of movement, they can finally enjoy the kisses they can't hold back from giving each other, the rustling of the sea drowning the little moans of afterglow that escape their thirsty lips. Suddenly feeling giddy again, Fenrir holds her up a little more and makes a little spin in the water, enjoying the girly squeal she lets out. It's only when she is turned to face the shore that she notices.

"Oh my god, that's Sirius and the guys!!"

"Huh?" Fenrir looks over his shoulder and indeed, he can see the figures of one man with his arms crossed on his chest and another three standing not far behind him. "Should we wave at them?"

"Hell no! C'mon, let's go!"

***

"We already ate without you, by the way."

"What?! Noooo! I'm never going patrolling with Fenrir again!"

While Alice laments the loss of her lunch, Seth is already there to squeeze himself between her and Fenrir the very second Alice lets go of Fenrir's hand.

"But Alice!~ Your knight in shining armor is here to save you from the brute, and he even packed you leftovers! I'm not letting my Alice die from hunger like that. Oh my, your face is so hot! Why haven't you put sunscreen on?"

"There he goes again…" Fenrir frowns, resorting to joining Ray's side instead, the latter patting his shoulder sympathetically. Returning the gesture by bringing his arm around Ray's shoulders in turn, Fenrir notices the label sticking out of Rey's uniform shirt.

"Oh? What do we have here?"

Upon tucking it back for him, Fenrir sees something curious and pulls a little more on the fabric, leaving a confused Ray as the group stops in their tracks.

"Hey Boss, since when are your initials S.O.?"

Seth is the first to grin knowingly, chiming in. "And aren't your sleeves a little too long?"

Luka inspects the truth of those remarks, blinking in question. "A mishap with the laundry?"

Seth trades his dear Alice's presence for that of Luka's, just so he can lean down and whisper something in his ear, shielding it with his hand while looking directly at Ray.

"That's- Hey. You two better keep your mouths shut, or- And Fenrir, we haven't finished with you yet. We talked about this."

"What? Fucking on the clock? Like hell we're the only ones doing that. Besides,"

Fenrir arrives at Alice's side again, wrapping an arm around her waist for emphasis."…That's what summer's for. Having fun."

Alice blushes, attempting to make things better even if she's just as guilty.

"Fen, it's hardly summer anymore. But… I think you can blame our love for that.

"That's one hot love, then!"

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All right, it's time for your fandom veteran to hop onto the IkeRev Closure Post Train. I've played since literal Day 1. Pretty sure I got it so fast I actually have an extra day compared to most Day 1 players due to when the rollover is. It's the game I have custom plush for, merch, a cosplay, etc. for. Gonna put a read more because I don't wanna clog the tag and because dang I get a lil emotional.

First things first, the hopeful statements: The game will still be active and playable, the servers still up - yeah, no new content hits very differently than replaying old content, but it means people can still come in and get inspired by the world and characters. This is a good thing compared to a game being removed entirely (PT Silent Hills, anyone?) for the preservation of the game.

Secondly: Fandoms do not die when a game closes, if the people are willing to continue it. The power of fandom is in the people, not the media. Sure, the media fuels the fandom, but it is nothing without those who engage with it.

I am able to say this with confidence, because I can tell you this is absolutely not my first encounter with a closing game. For those who have followed me a long time: I was a moderator and writer for a little known Atsume game called Notice Me Senpai. Maybe you heard of it - heck, maybe you even played it. I went through a tragic announcement of the company shuttering and closing the app with a month to spare back in 2017. You want to know something cool?

I still am part of the Discord. The blog is still up. We have people joining the Discord in 2022, who remember this game. The Wikia is something I am updating slow and steady to preserve the game's content, and at some point that will be archived too. There are other fans with me who I know if I go to and talk about this game they will know who I reference.

We probably would call ourselves dormant, as one friend suggested when I brought this up to them. That is what IkeRev may become: dormant. And that is okay.

You can still cherish something when it closes. You do not have to stop playing the game when there are no new events. Hold onto what you have. Don't let it go. I am not telling you to stop mourning or stop being sad, or angry: it's a natural state. I have vivid recollections of where I was and what I was doing when Notice Me Senpai shut down, and the aftermath. I remember being angry and upset a game that had done so much for me was going to be gone. But then, I channeled it into the preservation of Notice Me Senpai media from the blog, encouraging everyone to download it, and celebrating it with events.

So, I ask and implore you: what will you do now? Everyone will react differently. Maybe you will start that longfic you have been itching to write. Maybe you'll review your screenshots and preserve some of the lore. Maybe you will draw to celebrate the closure.

In five years, maybe that fic will be completed. Maybe the Wikia will be updated to tell others what was there when the game was alive. Maybe your favorites will appear in your warm-up sketches.

Me, personally? I vow to finish "Fenrir Godspeed, King of Spades," and in probably a few years down the line when I have a boatload more cosplay experience, I will remake my Ray cosplay more dynamic than the first. (I'll actually make a sword, this time.)

Mourn, but don't forget. If you love what you have experienced, cherish those friends. Talk about the game still. Let the natural progression of a fandom take you through the motions. Come talk to me if you have anything you want to share. Make a discord. After your sadness or anger, utilize it to do something great for the game that has touched you so.

(And, keep an eye out, maybe I'll open requests exclusively for Rev for a hurrah. Still pending the idea.)

#this long as HELL but i had to say it all yup #on the fanfic blog because i think this is where more ikerev folks follow me tbh #i'd put it in the ikerev tag but we don't need another post cloggin'

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A BIT LATE BUT HERE YOU GO @kissmetwicekissmedeadly HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY <3 SNEDING YOU LOTS OF LOVE AND HOPE THIS MAKES FOR A NICE PRESENT!

Stars twinkle in a sky of ink, thousands of lights watching over you as you make your way out of the Black Army’s barracks. Cloaked in darkness. The silver glow of the moon, nothing but a kind caress on your features, made to highlight the smile on your lips. 

Your heart on the brink of bursting with joy and excitement. 

Midnight has never tasted so good. The taste of freedom and glee coating your tongue as you catch sight of your Fenrir, casually leaning back against a brick wall with his hands in his pockets. 

And you can’t prevent a stupid smile from curving your lips. He looks too good. Too stupidly good with his perpetual free spirited smile. 

You’ve been looking forward to this moment for days, excitement bubbling in your stomach every time you caught yourself thinking about your midnight tryst. After all, you had ached all day for a taste of his lips, for the warmth of his palm against yours. 

Your eyes cautiously fly to the windows above you. No light in sight. Everyone should be asleep by now. 

Or so you hope, for Fenrir and you had been trying so hard to keep this relationship a secret from the others until now. Though you think Ray might have a clue, ever the observant type. 

“Fenrir!” You wave over, his name a whisper carried by the wind. A whisper only the two of you hear. You don’t dare scream, in fear you’d wake up the others. 

But the moment your lips meet, nothing exists anymore. Nothing but the gentle rustling of leaves in the wind and the ruffling of clothes. Nothing but muffled moans and the concert of your drumming hearts. 

You don’t care about the others anymore, don’t care about being found out, don’t care about showing your love to the world. If only it means you can be together. 

Fenrir’s lips are fire and spice as they glide against yours, the two of you breathing into each other’s mouth, desperate for more. An ever growing thirst for one another, never to be quenched. 

Your hands comb through purple strands, messing up his hair, desperate air and for more. So much more. 

“Fuck, you don’t know how hard it’s been to play friends all day.” He says against your lips, a hand cupping your cheek as his arm rests around your waist. A moan comes from his throat as you fumble with his belts. 

You give him a smile before placing a playful peck to his cheek. “Oh yes I do.” 

And Fenrir’s breath catches in his lungs, heat flushing under his skin, for never have you looked so tempting. 

Maybe it is the fact he hasn’t been able to touch you all day, because he has been looking forward to this moment since the very moment he woke up. Or maybe it’s the way you look at him, the heat in your gaze and the determination with which you resolve to undress him, revealing hot skin to cold night air. Or maybe it’s your messy hair, or your kiss-bruised lips, or the way you just admitted to wanting him as much as he does-

“Fenrir?” You call out to him, and he snaps out of his thoughts. “You alright?” 

And in a split second Fenrir has you pressed between him and the wall, hands sliding over your bare skin. Fire trails up your sides as firm hands cup your breasts, thumbs playing with your perk nipple to elicit a whine from your throat. 

He cannot wait anymore. Damn he could hardly contain himself from stealing you away today, and now that he had you all for him? He wasn’t losing another second. 

“Gosh I missed you.” He whispers against your lips, tongue sliding in your mouth to swallow your moans and gasps as he hoists you up against the wall, hands under your thighs and digging in butter soft skin. You don’t need words from him, legs wrapping around his hips and your arms around his neck. 

“Sorry-” He breathes, “I don’t think I can be gentle tonight.” 

And for a moment you want to laugh. To humour him, your sweet boyfriend. 

As if you wanted him to be gentle right now. You don’t want him to be gentle, not when you’ve been waiting for him to feel you, touch you, ravage you, all day. 

“Please don’t. Break me.” 

Fenrir’s blood fires in his veins, your words sending a flash of something raw and carnal in his gaze, your poor lover already high on too much love and too much passion. 

“Fuck- You’ve got no idea what you’re doin’ to me right now.” He says, a sound between a groan and a moan coming from his throat as he slides you down his length, your walls stretching around his cock to accommodate him.

And once he knows you to be comfortable, Fenrir barely gives you time to brace yourself, plowing his hips against yours at a wild pace that has your thoughts meddling together in your head. His thrusts send you bouncing in his grasp as the tight coil of pleasure forms in your core, so hot you think you might burn. 

No one to hear the concert of skin on skin, pants and your back colliding against the wall. No one but you, and the Moon. 

“Fenrir-! Aah-! Harder!” You cry out a bit too loudly, hand clamping your mouth shut as tears of pleasure gather in your eyes. 

He picks up the pace, stealing a muffled moan from you. The sound sends his heart ablaze, your name falling past his lips. He had missed this. Had missed the look on your face when he fills you with too much pleasure, too much love. So much that it has to spill from your tongue and into his air as the most endearing music he knows. 

Your walls clench around him, sucking him in greedily with every snap of his hips against yours, the warmth pooling inside of you quickly building up.

“Doing-” He reaches deeper, “So well for me, baby.” His praise has you rolling your eyes to the back of your head, the coil at the pit of your stomach snapping. “Cum for me. Make up for all these times you had to stuff your pretty cunt with your fingers.” 

Your toes curl, heels digging in his back and sparks fly in your vision as warmth floods your veins. Your head flies back, walls fluttering around him as your thighs shake under the weight of pleasure. 

A groan falls from his lips, hips rocking against yours, riding you over your high and holding you up as he paints your walls white with his release. 

But he doesn’t stop, thrusting in and out of you until you’ve taken the very last drop he had to give, until he has nothing more to offer. Uncaring of the mess he makes as he shoots loads after loads inside of you, uncaring of his seed trickling down your thighs. 

Your voice and skin on his all he can think about as he drinks in your paradise after being deprived of your touch for so long.

Until Dawn takes off the Night’s cloak and the two of you are panting and flushed.  

He leans his forehead against yours, your breaths mingling together, his hand cupping your cheek and a thumb caressing the skin lovingly. 

“Fuck… Sorry, babe.” He says, “I couldn’t- couldn’t control myself.” 

Your lips curve in a gentle smile, your lips kissing the corner of his mouth, “I’m glad you didn’t.” 

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ikémen revolution gift exchange masterlist

Thank you so much everyone for being part of the exchange!! It’s been an absolute pleasure once again to see everyone’s incredible pieces and to chat to you, thank you for all your hard work!! It’s been such a blast💛 -Sunny

I loved every moment of this exchange! thank you everyone for participating and putting up with my silly antics throughout. until next time xx -Bryn

Revenge Best Served Wet | Fenrir Godspeed x Alice (MC) x Ray Blackwell | by @ikemenlibrary for xxsycamore

Celebrations Started Early are the Best Celebrations | Sirius Oswald x Alice (MC) x Ray Blackwell | by @xxsycamore for kashimalin-fanfiction

A Dream, Or Three | Luka Clemence x Alice (MC) x Edgar Bright | by @kashimalin-fanfiction for chaosangel767

The Haunting of the Pastry Ghost | Edgar Bright x Alice (MC) | by @chaosangel767 for readerinsertfanfiction

Indecisive | Lancelot Kingsley, Jonah Clemence, Luka Clemence x Alice (MC) | by @readerinsertfanfiction for aquagirl1978

An Afternoon Alone | Harr Silver x Reader (Alice) | by @aquagirl1978 for tacogawa

The Kiss (artwork) | Dalim Tweedle x Sunny (OC) | by @tacogawa for sunnyikemen

In His Stride | Fenrir Godspeed x Alice | by @sunnyikemen for toloveawarlord

Not-So-Needed Marriage Proposals | Fenrir Godspeed x Alice | by @toloveawarlord for kokorokai

The Seven of Hearts’s Assistant (artwork) | Kyle Ash x Brenna (OC) | by @kokorokai​ for ikemenlibrary

Old Dogs, New Tricks | Lancelot Kingsley, Sirius Oswald, Harr Silver, Loki Genetta | by @ikeromantic​ for daegupaksu

Chutney’s New Uncles (artwork) | Lancelot Kingsley, Sirius Oswald, Harr Silver, Ray Blackwell, Fenrir Godspeed, Luka Clemence, Seth Hyde | by @daegupaksu​ for ikeromantic

For Edgar’s Eyes Only | Edgar x Alice (MC) | by @ikeromantic​ for aminiatureworld

First Bloom | Sirius Oswald, Seth Hyde, Alice (MC) | by @aminiatureworld​ for ikeromantic 

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