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nightghoul381 · 5 months

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The Devilish Jack of Hearts

Here is your gift @pondlilies00 I hope this is good enough for you!! I tried a couple of other ideas but this one flowed pretty easily so I hope I was able to do Edgar justice and that you enjoy! Also thank you @lemeowade for hosting such a fun secret santa gift exchange!! Pairing: Edgar Bright x Reader Prompt: Enemies to Lovers Genre: Fluff and light angst

“Come on now, Alice. You can’t stay in your room forever. You must be hungry by now, so why don’t you join me in the dining hall?” Edgar’s irritatingly chipper voice seeped through the cracks in the door and you let out a deep sigh.

“I can stay in my room as long as I please. I don’t intend on joining you in ANYTHING, thank you very much. You’ll have to leave me alone to rot unless you let me go.”

You repeated the same words you had said every day since Edgar and Jonah had found you in the Central Quarter and dragged you back to the Red Army headquarters.

Jonah seemed to be genuinely concerned about your lack of eating and had instructed one of the servants to bring you snacks to keep your hunger at bay at the very least.

“You’re quite stubborn Alice. I’ll get through to you at some point, and you’ll be eager to have my attention.” Edgar’s chuckle faded away as he moved down the hall and you felt your shoulders finally relax.

Time ticked by, and the time that the servant typically brought your snacks came and went. You moved over to the door, unlocking it and peeking out into the hall. Your stomach had been growling and you were starting to feel incredibly thirsty as well. Where was that servant?

You spotted a flash of white and red and hastily ducked back into your room, closing the door softly and turning the lock.

Almost caught! You thought to yourself, although you’d not been doing anything wrong. You heard the sound of some heavy footsteps and clinking glasses approach your door, followed by three loud knocks.

“I’ve got your snacks, Miss Alice.”

The muffled voice sounded strange, but the hunger you felt was far greater than your apprehension and you threw open the door.

What a mistake that had been.

Edgar strode into your room, his hands holding a tray laden with various sweets and a large pitcher of ice-cold water. You felt your mouth begin to water at the sight of the delicious food, but the man carrying it made it difficult to truly let yourself get excited.

“Alice, you can’t possibly expect me to eat this all by myself can you? Come here and take a seat!” He stated, looking back at you with a knowing grin.

Damn, he must have figured out the little system you had going with Jonah and disrupted it for his own games.

“Why are you here.”

Edgar’s eyes crinkled with amusement.

“I’m here because you fascinate me. I want to know more about you,” he explained plainly.

“Well, I’m not some sort of spectacle for you to gawk at. So, if you don’t mind, leave.”

You motioned forcefully toward the door, frustration building as you watched Edgar slide out a chair and make himself comfortable instead.

“I wasn’t joking when I said I can’t eat all of this by myself,” was all he said before he started tearing into the various sweets and snacks on the tray. He poured both glasses full of water and you found yourself a bit mesmerized by the way his throat bobbed up and down as he swallowed.

How is it that you’re so hungry and yet your mouth has now grown drier than a desert?

Much to your chagrin, Edgar catches you staring and throws you a saucy wink.

“I’m not the treat, you silly girl, come eat some actual food.”

You felt your face flush bright red and absentmindedly stumbled over to the table where Edgar quickly jumped up and pulled out your chair.

“I…um…thank you,” you mutter, crossing your arms over your chest and keeping your eyes trained on the table.

The soft warmth of a gloved finger touches your chin and turns your face to look at him.

You jerk your head back and begin aggressively stuffing your cheeks with strawberry macarons.

A low chuckle sounds near your ear but you do your best to ignore it and its owner, hurriedly finishing off the food and drink and excusing yourself to the bathroom adjoined to your room. You sat waiting for Edgar to leave, finally hearing a faint farewell and the sound of the door closing behind you.

Thus began the long pattern of Edgar intercepting the servant and bringing the food to your room instead.

You tried to fight it at first, but after three days of Edgar being the one to offer you the food, your hunger won out and you allowed him in.

Once again, he pulled out the chair for you and proceeded to take a seat himself.

Rinse and repeat, day in and day out.

Eventually, you had become accustomed to seeing Edgar’s vibrant green eyes crinkle with amusement as you sigh and let him in. You begin to answer his probing questions, throwing in some of your own. Like it or not, even though you were being held captive by the Red Army and the Jack of Hearts, you were beginning to enjoy his company.

Curled in your bed one day—a gloomy, overcast day—you find yourself anxiously awaiting Edgar’s appearance.

You had been fighting internally for over a week now, trying desperately to deny the fact that, despite him being the enemy, you could feel yourself becoming more and more drawn to him.

There was something so enticing about his charm and charisma that you couldn’t help but be moved by. He managed to make you laugh and your thoughts drifted to him more often than not.

Today when you heard the knock you bounced up, excitedly moving toward the door only to be greeted by an unfamiliar face.

“Hello, Miss Alice, I’ve brought you snacks as the Queen of Hearts has instructed,” the young man stated, bowing his head, and holding out a comparatively sparse tray of food.

“Oh… thank you,” you murmur, accepting the tray and watching as the servant scurries off down the hall.

The day repeated itself, the young man bringing you your treats and growing increasingly more uncomfortable as you find it harder to hide your disappointment.

By the time a few weeks had passed, you’d grown incredibly anxious to see Edgar again, to make sure he was okay at the very least. Right on schedule the servant came and delivered your food, but this time you stopped him from leaving immediately.

“Um, would you mind telling me… where is Edgar? I just…haven’t seen him in a while, which is a bit odd…” Even as the words left your mouth, you could feel your shame warming your cheeks.

Why not just come right out and say you miss him while you’re at it! You scold yourself for being so obvious.

“Oh, I thought you knew… we launched the attack on the Black Army… He’s been on the front lines.”

At this, the young man departed and you felt your heart clamoring in your chest.

He’s on the front lines. Was he okay? Did he get hurt? Was he being careful? Worried thoughts swirl through your mind and you slump down in a chair beside the table.

The thought of never seeing Edgar’s princely smile and hearing his melodic voice forces an intense wave of longing to wash over you. You lean over the table, laying your head against the cool wood surface and letting a single tear fall from your eye.

You know there’s no point in getting upset, besides you’re going to be leaving, returning to the Land of Reason soon enough.

You suddenly realize that you may never see Edgar ever again. Once you went to the Land of Reason, there was no point in coming back to Cradle after all. A few more days pass as you struggle to try to come to terms with your unwarranted disappointment.

Late in the night, you hear another knock at your door. You’d already received your food for the day and figure it must be a mistake. At first, you just ignore it; hopefully whoever it is will get the hint and leave if you don’t answer.

Another knock, then another. Finally, you sigh and begin to stand up when you hear.

“Come on now, Alice, this hall is particularly cold tonight. Won’t you let me in?”

You feel your breath catch in your throat. Were you hearing things? There’s no way he should be here right now, not if they were in the middle of a war.

You stop in your tracks, wondering if you’re just tired and imagining things.

“Please Alice, I wasn’t joking… It’s really cold out here.”

Your heart begins to race in anticipation. You ran toward the door, throwing it open haphazardly.

There he was, he was here, he was fine.

Without realizing it, you throw yourself into his arms and hug him, burying your face against his chest and clinging tightly to him.

“Well now, I suppose if you’re going to do this then the hall won’t be nearly as cold.”

His familiar chuckle fills your ears and you feel a sense of calm settle over you. Stepping back, you look up into his deep emerald eyes and search his gaze.

The tender look on his face made your pulse pound louder in your ears and his hand gently moved to brush a lock of hair behind your ear.

“I missed you too, Alice,” he purred, leaning his face achingly close.

“… I never said I missed you,” you whisper, feeling the warmth of his breath against your lips.

Edgar’s mouth quirks up in a smile. “You didn’t have to.”

In that moment you feel the soft pressure of his lips against yours. All of the anxiety you’d been feeling falls away as you give yourself over to his kiss. Your mind fills with relief and passionate longing as you continued to move your mouths together.

“Stay with me, Alice?” He whispered, his eyes scanning your face with a fervent neediness and you could do nothing but nod and pull him in for another kiss.

How is it that you had ever wanted to leave this man? You can’t imagine your life without him and his absence had been exactly what gave away how deeply you had fallen for him.

You knew his words held so much more weight than just asking you to stay for the night. The earnestness in his expression told you as much. The passion with which his lips attacked yours and you returned made one thing achingly clear: Your heart had been stolen by the devilish Jack of Hearts, and you had no intention of taking it back.

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ikemen-obssessed · 9 months

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WHOEVERS CUTTING ONIONS QUIT IT

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xxsycamore · 10 months

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I'm sneaking under the wire for a mlm request! Does Edgar/Zero in a coffeeshop AU spark joy? :D

It definitely DOES. I was looking forward to you sending something 🥺🥺❤❤ Hope you enjoy, darling!!

[ 🌈 part of the character x character or genderbent!character x mc requests🌈 ]

For Different Universe, Same Love content creation challenge, hosted by @queengiuliettafirstlady and me.

𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏 𝐀𝐔 ┅┅┅Edgar x Zero

𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡

"No coffee biscuit this time? Aww, I'm hurt."

"Sir if you want more biscuits, go to the store. This is the third time you've asked for one since you're here."

Holding the stirring spoon between his thumb and his index finger, the gracious manners of the annoying regular, as usual, don't end there: his posture, his business suit, his neatly combed bangs, everything about him is proper and elegant. One would think he prefers his coffee black like his soul, based on the vibes oozing out of him. Yet the fucker asks for the most sugary concoction known to humankind and Zero has to call it coffee while placing it down on his table. He's always alone. He always asks for more biscuits.

"We're out of biscuits for the day." He tries again. Unfortunately, his co-worker Kyle is nowhere to be seen to bail him out with a made-up excuse that he's needed inside. It's not a busy day either.

"A smile might be good. Or have they started replacing waiters with robots already? My, you can't tell the difference these days."

Rude. But if a smile is enough to make up for the cheap biscuit and he'll quietly return to consuming his sugary concoction, then...

Zero puts on his best smile, hoping it's not too awkward. He quickly grabs his tray and turns on his toe a second later, before the annoying regular can open his mouth to say something smart again.

Strangely it never comes to his ears, even in the form of an echo somewhere in the distance. He must be too stunned to speak, or maybe he's at long last choking on the amount of sugar he consumed.

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queen-dahlia · 1 year

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Angels and Devils | Devilishly Angelic Chitchat

The Jacks are so cute 😂

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amenomiko · 2 years

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These people in one room:

Mitsuhide, William, Edgar, Clavis

4 of them: ( ͡^ ͜ʖ ͡^)..... (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵) My my 👈 (Says it at the same time)

4 of them: *Fake soft gasp*

Also 4 of them: It seems we are brothers (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)

William: Of different era (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)

Edgar: And world (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)

Clavis: Status too (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)

Mitsuhide: I see I am your ancestor (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)

4 of them again: My my my (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)

......

Hideyoshi, Comte, Sariel: *Massage their temple + sigh*

Clavis: Where's your.... Mom, Sir Edgar (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)?

Edgar: Oh, he is busy being a bro-con (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)👌

Jonah, in Cradle: *SNEEZES* OAO

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chaosangel767 · 2 years

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Pls some nsfw hcs with Lancelot, Ray, Jonah, Luka, and Edgar: they come back home and after taking a shower they go to their room to get some rest but surprisingly they find Alice waiting for them while she's wearing only one specific piece of their clothing for example Lancelot's cape or Jonah's pink shirt along with his red leg strap(≖‿≖) thanks!

Hey Darling! 💝💝 Thank you for your request. I had way to much fun writing this one.

Fandom: IkeRev

Suitors:Lancelot, Ray, Jonah, Luka, Edgar

Tagging: @thewitchofbooks, @psychoangelinmydreams, @ikesimp100, @queen-dahlia , @canaria-blackwell , @citizensofcradle , @devildomwritersposts , @ikehoe , @littlewitty , @curious-skybunny , @kpop-and-otome , @aquagirl1978 ,@kissmetwicekissmedeadly , @lordsisterxotome , @tele86, @sarahann-1984 -If your name is crossed out I was unable to tag you. If you want to be tagged/untagged please let me know or fill out this form here.

Scenario NSFW - Suitor comes home and takes a shower. Leaving the bathroom he looks up to find Alice wearing only...

Lancelot

• Alice is sitting innocently on the edge of his bed. Her body is wrapped in Lancelots heavy mantle, but he can see hints of bare skin underneath.

• Approaching Alice while drying his hair, Lancelot raises a single eyebrow at her in question.

• "If I wear the mantle does that mean I am King?" The teasing note in her voice pairs well with the mischievous grin on her face. Lancelot grabs her chin, his fingers brushing along her skin.

• "Only if you can handle the burden the King bears" the whisper is centimeters from her lips, before Lancelot gives her a firm kiss. Lowering her back on the bed behind her he unwrap his mantle from around her body, peppering the skin as it's exposed in marks and kisses.

• His Alice, the sight of her in his mantle drives that fact home. Alice is his.

Ray

• Ray leaves the bathroom to see Alice leaning against his headboard lost in a book. Drawing closer to her, Ray quickly realizes that her 'blanket' is actually his cape.

• Laughter falls from his lips, startling Akice from her book. She smiles when she sees Ray, shifting a little.

• Looking down, Ray catches a hint of brown leather on her thigh.

• "Alice, Why are you in my cape?" Tilting his head crawls over her, straddling her hips.

• "Because it was comfy and you didn't need it in the shower" her innocent smile is at odds with the twinkle in her eye.

• Ray kisses her, hus hands going under the cape, only to realize there was nothing underneath.

• "Naughty Alice" his voice drops as his pants tighten. He is quick to bear her body, not wanting her to be hidden from his gaze.

• He soaks in the image of her laying on his bed, the cape in question sprawled out under her.

• His fingers use his leg strap as leverage to keep her against him as he presses their bodies together, he makes a mental note to buy her more garters.

•

Jonah

• When he exits the shower, Alice is sitting in the window. As he draws nearer to her, he realizes she is wearing only his pale pink shirt.

• "Alice" whispering her name, his hands reach out to her, but when his hand carresses her thigh, he feels smooth fabric. Looking down he realizes that long with his shirt, she is wearing his leg strap.

• Feeling suddenly flustered, Jonah slips a finger under one of the buttons on her shirt.

• "You are beautiful" his simple praise does its job as he watches the blush fall over Alice's cheeks. Scooping her up in his arms, he carries her to the bed, laying her down against his pillows.

• Purposely leaving his strap on her thigh, he deftly unbuttons her shirt, watching her skin be revealed. Trailing his finger across her stomach he loves the way she trembles, goosebumps rising in defense of his ghosting touch.

• Keeping the focus on Alice his fingers finally make their way down to his leg strap. Slipping a finger under it, he eases it down her leg. His lips follow it in kisses, the mewls and whimpers are a melody for him alone.

Luka

• Luka's eyes widen when he sees Alice sitting on the bed, his casual jacket is buttoned up, but he can't see anything else on.

• "Alice-" her name leaves his lips in a whisper as he draws near. His face breaks out in a blush.

• "Where are your clothes?" His fingers touch her chin and she looks up with innocent eyes.

• "I got cold while I was waiting for you so I wore your jacket. It smells good." Bringing her hand up, she smells the sleeve with a smile. The raising of the jacket reveals her thigh and hip.

• "Stop that," Luka tugs down the jacket, trying to make sense of the situation. His fingers brush her warm skin and more heat spreads throughout her body. Sitting down on the bed he pulls her into his lap. His finger seeks out the warm skin on her hips. Lowering his gaze, his eyes meet her desire filled one's and he can't hold back his desires anymore.

• Pressing his lips to hers, he hungrily kisses her, his fingers teasing thier way down to her core. As his fingers slip into her core he watches them, set on bringing Alice the same urging desire as he is feeling.

• "My beautiful Alice" his murmur is barely heard above her whimpers as he draws an orgasm, coating his fingers. Pressing a kiss to her lips, he smiles, set to let the heat consume them.

•

Edgar

• Alice was waiting up for Edgar when he exits the shower. Surprised to not see her on the bed like usual, he looks around the room for her.

• An amused smile finds his face as a figure at his desk is bathed in moonlight. Drawing closer Edgar recognizes the white and red pattern of his uniform jacket. Approaching almost silently he peers over her shoulder to see what she is doing.

• "Hello Jack of Hearts" watching the way she jumps, twirling around with a startled look Edgar can't help the delighted laugh.

• Pouting, Alice blushes at being caught, she was hoping to get one up on the mischievous Jack. Edgar scoops her up and places her on top of his desk. He can't help but admire her in his jacket, his beautiful Alice. Trailing his finger along her jaw, he pictures her in a full red army uniform and his pants tighten. Massaging her thighs he notices that all she is wearing is his officer jacket and a wicked smile graces his face.

• Slipping his hand in between her legs, he teases her, keeping the jacket on. The stiff uniform fabric brushing against her sensitive skin, the way she arches her back and her nipples brush the fabric. He can't free his cock fast enough, set on making a mess on his desk and on his jacket. After all it isn't the first time.

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mrsclemence · 1 year

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Take me back to a few years ago when I was active on this blog and the only thing I cared about was ikerev and jonah

take me back pLEASE

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awakethisnight · 2 years

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Edgar (giving advice): Zero, you should do this—

Zero: don’t tell me what to do.

(Later on)

Zero (flirting with Alice): so Edgar said I should—

I love their relationship dynamics so much

#ikemen revolution #ikerev #ikerev zero #ikerev edgar #ikemen revolution edgar #ikemen revolution zero

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maladaptivedaydreamsx · 2 years

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#from: fly me to the moon gacha multi pick bonus #ikerev #edgar bright #ikemen revolution #ikerev edgar #ikemen revolution edgar #l'hôtel.ikerev #ikerev.edgar #aerin.jpg #my post 📫#kinda nsft

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readerinsertfanfiction · 2 years

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The Prince, The Knight, and the Jester

Happy birthday @ikemenlibrary, I hope you have a wonderful day ahead with lots of yummy food and everyone that you love and adore surrounding you! Thank you for organising the Gift Exchange events and bringing all these people together. Thank you for your wonderfully sweet presence. We haven’t known each other for long, but from what I have seen you are a lot stronger than you believe yourself to be. I hope that with the years to come you will recognise that as well, and that you will continue laying out your road and chasing your dreams, even if you haven’t entirely figured out yet what that is. That you will know your own worth, because, you are so, so, worthy of so, so much better than what you have settled for until now. Go and chase, go ahead and aim. There is a world ahead of you waiting, no matter what your age and your current state may be. It is within your hands to change it, if you so will it.

Fandom: Ikemen Revolution

Characters: Ray Blackwell, Luka Clemence & Edgar Bright

Inspiration: Every WWYFF/WWFFY/CYAO I have ever read and slight fairy tale inspiration.

Warning: Mentions of food, arranged marriage, dreamscape

Words: +/-2k

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It was the same every night. With your eyes shut you drifted off into another world, another you; a you who was the you awake, but at the same time not. A you who was surrounded by people you didn’t know in your hours awake, but at the same time knew so intimately nonetheless. There was your lord-father, the king, seated on his throne and his crown on his head, reflecting the sun beaming down upon him, rivalling the gold he wore. Next to him your mother, the queen, dressed in a lavish dress and still as beautiful as the day she had rumoured to be when she entered the kingdom. At last there was you, a robe put around your shoulders of royal red and golden flowers stitched upon it that represented your father’s rule. A crown upon your head and a sceptre in your hand signified your coming of age. If you hadn’t known any better you felt that your dream should have started with a ‘Once upon a time’ instead, surrounded by love and greeted by the sun that was blessing the path to come.

“I vow,” the prince said. The first suitor of many that came to greet you. With a dark crown of hair full in sight as he bent the knee, the gallant man took your hand in his as he kissed it gently. “I vow,” he repeated, commanding the full attention within the room, for it wasn’t often that the crown prince of a neighbouring kingdom so boldly declared himself, “to respect you, and protect you, and above all, to love you." The promise rang sweetly in the air and you struggled recalling his name as green eyes turned up towards you, smiling that familiar smile you have been seeing ever since your engagement had been announced.

A blessed fortune, you knew, and your heart swelled at his outstretched hand, the charm of the prince radiating and commanding you, like he had been commanding the rest of the room to look only at him. "Will you do me the honour?" The prince had asked you, before taking your hand into a dance as the music started. The crowd cheered and applauded for the royal couple born, but it fell into the background. Your step was light, his lead smooth and dominant and you felt yourself lost in those green, green eyes you knew could also flash red.

"Princess?" The sweet tenor of a shy man addressed you in the royal garden. His black uniform stood proudly against the array of colours surrounding you, revealing his position as your personal guard. Searching eyes met yours and a blush dusted his fair features when he accidentally found himself locked with yours.

"Is everything alright?" you questioned the loyal knight, your hand shifting towards him as a gesture for the guard to come closer. He did, bringing with him the sweet scent of vanilla and spices that he carried everywhere with him as he bent the knee to kiss your hand as custom dictated while you watched a crown of deep dark purple decorating his head replace those golden eyes.

"Nothing," the guard lied, but you knew there was something brimming beneath those eyes, a wish for rebellion in his expression that he couldn’t pronounce out loud, for it meant disgracing you, and ultimately, bringing misfortune. "Just a wish to protect you forever," he expressed instead, gripping your hand tighter on his own, while the press of his lips against your hand grew stronger after repetition and you knew that to be the truth, smiling down at a beloved guard you knew would be wrong to choose.

Your smile grew wider as a flurry of birds flew out, following one line from the hat into the air towards the freedom that you envied. Applause surrounded you as you joined in the cheers, watching the masked brunet with the bright green eyes make a bow to you, bowing for a third time as he crossed from the centre of his place towards the head of the table, at which you sat.

“Shall I make you fly?” the joker questioned, a promise underlined that no one but you understood, and you very nearly grasped the white gloved hand, ready to leap into the air into the same direction as the birds had flown off to. A habit from the past, you realise, your secret friendship nearly exposed to the crowd on your birthday banquet. Instead, the man had conjured up a rose between his fingers, filling your hand with a bouquet of roses and peonies instead for which he earned another delighted gasp, your smile growing wider as you soon forgot the earlier question and the wish for freedom.

"To make the princess smile so genuinely delights my heart," the jester tells you, his smile widening, making his green eyes stand out all the more behind that mysterious mask. "If my very purpose is to make you smile I will be content," he claims, smiling that fading smile that had started off your nightly meetings to begin with. The ones in which he will do anything to make you smile, and you knew he hadn’t forgotten his earlier question, that he would repeat it again tonight, when you were alone and there were only his tricks.

You woke up, remembering the lingering kisses on the back of your hand and the sets of eyes that you loved. Where you were not a princess, and the day didn’t start with a ‘once upon a time’, or concerns of ranks and proprietary. A world in which you quickly forgot about the three men that had ensnared your heart, but instead brought you to the one beside you. A kiss on your temple, a ‘good morning’ whispered in your ear, a breeze of sunshine and early summer morning waved in and you opened your eyes to…

The Prince

A crown of dark hair full in your face and eyes still halfway closed, it had not surprised you that the prince of your dreams was still fast asleep, or at least half asleep when he had subconsciously kissed you awake. The early hour troubled him, as it always did so classically, and beside his pillow there was still an open copy of the last fairytale the two of you had read together, to which he had fallen asleep on, alongside of you, murmuring all of the sweet promises the prince of the story had made as well.

“Hrmm, Belle,” Ray murmured when your fingers carefully stroke the bangs out of his eyes,

earning a grin from your face when you felt his searching hand wrap around your wrist, realising that you weren’t his cat, and pulled your hand towards his lips instead, “happy birthday,” he sighed, halfway turning in his bed to snuggle into you, indicating that he had no intention of waking up as of yet.

“Come on, you promised ice cream and books,” you whisper to the man, who grunts at the reminder of his own promises yesterday, blearily blinking his green eyes before the focus falls upon you, a smile following soon after before he shuts them again, an arm snaking around your waist before pulling you in.

“I was fighting a dragon for you,” he tells you, as if wanting to return to the fight within his dream and you roll your eyes at that, propping yourself up on your arm as you continue to nudge Ray.

“I don’t want you to fight any dragons for me, silly, I want ice cream and books for my birthday,” continue pushing, to which he finally relented, dramatically letting himself fall out of bed with a roll and a thud before carrying himself through his morning routine.

The next time you saw him Ray’s eyes were wide open, the dark green crinkling into a charming smile that reminded you of the prince in your dream as he took you by the hand, leading you into a little twirl before he pressed a kiss against your forehead.

“Happy birthday, princess,” he tells you again, this time more awake and clearer in words before leading you out of the apartment towards what would be a succession of dates he had planned out for today.

The Knight

The sweet smell of vanilla was what roused you from your sleep, subtle but fragrant and warming in the crisp morning air of early summer. From the kitchen you could hear movement, the sizzling of the oil and the sound of whipped batter followed with, giving away the surprise that was being prepared for you on this special day. With a grin you dove deeper into your pillow, trying to smudge off the smile from your face as you waited for your beloved to enter, a plate of breakfast ready and freshly cooked for you just as you stretched yourself, pretending to only have just woken up.

“Morning,” Luka tells you, pleased with his timing as he carefully sets the breakfast plate on the night table next to your bed while you sit up. “How did you sleep?” he asks, quick to sit down next to you as he immediately reaches out for your hand, as if he couldn’t bear to let go of you for a second despite having left you in your shared bed.

You roll your shoulders, blinking lazily at the soft morning light before allowing your head to fall into his shoulder, snuggling into his warmth as Luka wraps an arm around you, gently pulling you in closer as he whispers a ‘happy birthday’ into your hair, pressing a kiss just behind your ear as you continue to nuzzle into the nape of his neck.

“I dreamt of a knight in shining armour,” you finally murmur, remembering the guard in your garden that promised to protect you, “I think it was you,” you continue, and Luka’s arm pulls you in tighter, a low chuckle escaping him.

“You think?” he repeats after you, but the lilt in his voice tells you that he isn’t actually upset at the uncertainty of your claim. It makes you nuzzle in closer as you lazily nod into his shoulder, pushing yourself closer into his embrace as you think of allowing yourself to sink away.

“No,” you say instead, as if waking yourself up before you sit up straight with a deep sigh, as if regretting the loss of Luka’s warmth, “I’m certain it was you,” you smile, so brightly so that the knight couldn’t help but lean in to steal your breath away with his own.

“Morning breath!” you exclaim, but Luka didn’t care, or mind, kissing you firmly again.

The Jester

You woke up with a laugh in your breath, startling yourself and the one sharing your bed, bright green eyes blinking at you in surprise before a smile lifted the corners of his lips. “What made you laugh so, dear?” he questions you, a finger tracing down your jaw as Edgar gently moves away a stray strand of hair. It earns another giggle from you, fighting away the sleep in your eyes as you blink until the world doesn’t seem as blurry anymore.

“I don’t know,” you admit honestly, the pleasant dream of earlier fading away as you wonder what it was that was so funny earlier, what it was that had made you laugh so gingerly until the laugh seeped into reality, rocking you awake so happily, “maybe it was you,” you whisper, the tease earlier sounding better in thought than expressed out loud as you feel yourself grow flustered at the tacky line.

Edgar doesn’t seem to mind, however, his smile widening and his eyes twinkling before he leans closer into you, face mere inches away from yours in the way that he can lock his eyes with you, but in which he also knows that it pins you down underneath him.

“Is that so?” He tells you, though the question doesn’t come out as half-the-question as it is supposed to be, his fingers now tracing your sides as he moves himself closer over you, that mischievous twinkle growing brighter before he actually starts to tickle you.

“I’m afraid I’m a jealous man,” Edgar tells you after he finally relents and releases you, “even of my own dream-self.” The titter in his voice tells you that he isn’t as upset as he claims to be, however, before he brushes your dishevelled hair into place and presses a kiss against you.

“Now up you go, birthday duck, we have a long day ahead of us,” the ever-smiling jack tells you, though you know that his smiles for you are genuine, just as much as you know that the day to come is to be filled with even more laughter, just as he loved to start yours with.

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yeetmeintothe-abyss · 2 years

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Read Edgar’s side story in chapter three and 👀

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cloudcountry · 4 months

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SUMMARY: edgar contemplates you.

WARNINGS: none!! :D

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

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

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

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

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

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

He doesn’t.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He just hopes you will want it as well.

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

You really are too sweet to him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My precious Alice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Because you do, and you always will.

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

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ikemen-obssessed · 9 months

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defo not researching weird lollipop flavours…

#ikemen revolution #ikerev #fenrir godspeed #sirius oswald #jonah clemence #edgar bright #kyle ash #ikerev zero #ikemen revolution edgar #ikemen revolution zero

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xxsycamore · 1 year

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𝘐𝘒𝘌𝘔𝘌𝘕 𝘙𝘌𝘝𝘖𝘓𝘜𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

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••• ━━━━━Ray Blackwell

The kids are asleep (Ray x Sirius) [smut] Tags: Power Dynamics; Power Play; Making Out; Biting; Choking; Mutual Masturbation

Obtaining the full picture (Ray x Lancelot) [smut] Tags: Facials; Blow Jobs; Masturbation; guided masturbation; Mutual Masturbation; Power Play; Come Marking

Kitten licks [smut] Tags: Pet Play; Master/Pet; Kitten play; Kitten pet play; Collars; Butt Plugs; Tail butt plug; Vaginal Sex; Doggy Style; “Good girl” praise; Praise Kink; Punishment

Naughty or Nice? (threesome with Lancelot) [smut] Tags: Poly relationship; Threesome - F/M/M; Alcohol; Making Out; Banter; Nipple Play; Not Wearing Underwear; Vaginal Sex

Change of Plans [smut] Tags: Masturbation; pillow humping; Scents & Smells; Slight Scent Kink; Cunnilingus; Face-Sitting; Clothed Sex

Overtime [smut] Tags: Workplace Sex; Workplace Relationship; Office Sex; Boss/Employee Relationship; Desk Sex; Cunnilingus; Light Bondage; Tie Kink; CEO!Ray Blackwell; Modern Era; Alternate Universe - Modern Setting; Some Plot; Porn With Plot

Celebrations Started Early Are The Best Celebrations (poly threesome with Sirius) [smut] Tags: Polyamory; Modern AU; Banter; Fluff; Humor; almost everyone else makes an appearance; Dressing Room Sex; Non-Explicit Sex; Public Sex; Language of Flowers; Alcohol

The Day That Almost Went Dark [bittersweet] characters: Ray; Fenrir; Alice; original male characters - the missing army officers Tags: Spoilers for Ray’s route and backstory; Trauma; What-If; Everybody Lives; Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; Injury; Injury Recovery; Prosthesis; Scars; Bittersweet

••• ━━━━━Lancelot Kingsley

Might as well sit back and enjoy [smut] Tags: Based on an event; Cock Warming; Exhibitionism; Semi-Public Sex

Obtaining the full picture (Ray x Lancelot) [smut] Tags: Facials; Blow Jobs; Masturbation; guided masturbation; Mutual Masturbation; Power Play; Come Marking

Naughty or Nice? (threesome with Ray) [smut] Tags: Poly relationship; Threesome - F/M/M; Alcohol; Making Out; Banter; Nipple Play; Not Wearing Underwear; Vaginal Sex

Spring Spell [fluff] Tags: Pre-Relationship; Lancelot uses magic

Overflowing Love [smut] Tags: Making Up; Make up sex; Overstimulation; Lancelot is merciless; In the most loving way; Multiple Orgasms; Like many of them; Vaginal Fingering; Vaginal Sex; Creampie; Riding; Gentle Sex; But also; Rough Sex; Dates; Valentine’s Day Fluff; Fluff; Humor; Angry Sex

••• ━━━━━Sirius Oswald

But the feeling is just so right [smut] Tags: Public Sex; Car Sex; Cock Warming; Vaginal Sex; Creampie; Alternate Universe - Modern Setting; Established Relationship

The kids are asleep (Ray x Sirius) [smut] Tags: Power Dynamics; Power Play; Making Out; Biting; Choking; Mutual Masturbation

Celebrations Started Early Are The Best Celebrations (poly threesome with Ray) [smut] Tags:Polyamory; Modern AU; Banter; Fluff; Humor; almost everyone else makes an appearance; Dressing Room Sex; Non-Explicit Sex; Public Sex; Language of Flowers; Alcohol

••• ━━━━━Jonah Clemence

••• ━━━━━Fenrir Godspeed

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Car washing could be so fun sometimes [smut] Tags: Humor; Secret Relationship; Risky sex; Public Sex; Vaginal Sex; Light Bondage

Partners in crime [smut] Tags: FWB (Friends With Benefits); Food Play; Food Kink; Whipped Cream; Licking; Fondling; Vaginal Fingering; Vaginal Sex; Kitchen Sex; Creampie

Lucky Procrastination [fluff] Tags: Gardening; Sirius’s garden; Fenrir is punished for a magic bullet accident; Humor; Kissing

Yours Forever, A. [fluff] Tags: Slightly suggestive!; Birthday party; Presents; Kissing; Very Wholesome

Forever Yours, F. [smut] Tags: conclusion of Yours Forever, A. - Can be read alone) ; Birthday Sex; Fluff and Smut; Riding; Lap sex; Creampie; Clothed sex

••• ━━━━━Edgar Bright

Games we play [smut] Tags: Strip poker, Masturbation, unestablished relationship

Conflict of interest [smut] Tags: One Night Stands; Hate Sex; Love/Hate; Denial of Feelings; Floor Sex; Vaginal Sex; Riding; Squirting; Creampie

Christmas playtime [smut] Tags: Sex Toys; Light Bondage; Exhibitionism; Object Penetration

••• ━━━━━Luka Clemence

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Blame it on the eggnog [smut] Tags: Minor Fenrir/Ray; Holiday Dinners; Humor; Drunkenness; Drunken Shenanigans; Under the Table Touching; getting caught; Exhibitionism; Quickies; Vaginal Sex; Drunk Sex

Sweets Are Best Shared In Private [smut] Tags: Fluff; Humor; Baking dates; Kissing; Blushing; Scents and Smells; Sharing Clothes; Mild smut; Vaginal Sex; Creampie

Someplace closer to you [fluff] Tags: Birthday surprises; Fluff; Picnics; Autumn themes; Cuddles and Kisses

••• ━━━━━Kyle Ash

Lust-bonded [smut] Tags: Public sеx, Modern AU, Medical Kink, Breast fucking, Facials

Stay a little longer [smut] Tags: Voyeurism; Accidental Voyeurism; Masturbation; Quickies; Vaginal Sex; Creampie; Morning Sex

Doctor's Orders [smut] Tags: Strip Tease; Playing Doctor; Hot Weather; Cunnilingus; Squirting; Female Ejaculation; Dirty Talk; a lot of dirty talk; I know Kyle has it in himself

••• ━━━━━Seth Hyde

Ineffectively Cooled [smut] Tags: Public sex, clothed sex, quickies

••• ━━━━━Zero

Shaded affairs [smut] Tags: Public Sex; Outdoor Sex; Undercover Missions; Crimes & Criminals; Quickies; Fake/Pretend Relationship (previously); now it’s Established Relationship; veeeery slight objectification (which is just Alice discovering she likes the thought of being used - but Zero doesn’t actually use her!!);(not so) Rough Sex; Sexual Roleplay; Zero pretends to be a bad boy; Swearing; petnames; Dirty Talk; Clothed Sex; Spanking; Vaginal Fingering; Vaginal Sex; Kissing; Creampie

••• ━━━━━Harr Silver

Sharing is caring (and bad for my heart) [smut] Tags: Oral Fixation; Oral Sex; Cunnilingus; Nipple Play; Masturbation; Blow Jobs; Breathplay; Choking; Facials; Kink Negotiation

••• ━━━━━Loki Genetta

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••• ━━━━━Oliver Knight

Can't be saved for when we're back home [smut] Tags: Public Sex; Alcohol; Dirty Talk; Tipsy Oliver; Choking; Biting; Vaginal Sex; Married Characters

••• ━━━━━Blanc Lapin

Spring Showers And Their Budding Consequences [fluff] Tags: Fluff; Rain; Tea Parties; Kissing; Magic

Like Rabbits [smut] Tags: Gender Neutral Reader; Dom!Reader; Sub!Blanc; Blanc Tops; Spanking, Degradation, Master/Pet, Creampie, Multiple Orgasms, Crying (Dacryphilia), Orgasm Control; Praise kink; Pet play; Sexual Roleplay; Bunnyplay; Oral sex; Hair Pulling; Overstimulation; Object insertion (implied)

••• ━━━━━Mousse Atlas

Love is exploration [smut] Tags: Virginity; Loss of Virginity; First Times; Outdoor Sex; Gentle Sex; Vaginal Sex; Sexual Tension; Making Out; Multiple Orgasms; Creampie; Established Relationship; Fluff and Smut

••• ━━━━━Dean Tweedle

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••• ━━━━━Levie Castell

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All the little reasons [smut] Tags: Found Family; Light Angst; Emotional Hurt/Comfort; Fluff and Angst; Emotional Sex; Vaginal Sex; Creampie; Spooning; Cuddling & Snuggling

••• ━━━━━Others/All characters

Luka Clemence, The Third Prince [crack, crossover] Tags: characters that appear: Luka, all the rhodolitian princes + Sariel (ikepri), mentions of Comte de Saint Germain and Leonardo Da Vinci (ikevamp); crackfic; crossover; they talk about boobs and legs at some point

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