#ikemen revolution exchange event

[toloveawarlord]

Pairing: Fenrir Godspeed x MC

Event: Ikerev gift exchange hosted by @sunnyikemen and @ikemenlibrary

Giftee: @kokorokai

wc: 1.4k

a.n: Hello! I hope you like this little slice of Fenrir! Fluff with a little bit of teasing from MC!

Heavy, black boots thudded against the wooden planks of the dock as the Ace of Spades paced over the creaky boards awaiting sight of their incoming ship. The sun had begun its descent down toward the horizon, painfully showing how long he’d spent under its intense gaze. Amethyst eyes squinted under his hand pressed his eyebrows as a shield.

Had the mission been a success or a failure? Did they manage to sail safely for the entirety of the trip or did some ruffian pirates dare attack a Black Army ship?

“Fenrir, sir! There’s been an incident at headquarters that requires your immediate attention.” A panting soldier gave a salute as he struggled to stay upright. Sweat dripped from his hair and rolled down his pale features.

As much as he wanted to remain there for a firsthand report of what had transpired on MC's mission, Fenrir had to tend to this. Animosity between the armies had risen over the past month, bringing about quite a few altercations. He'd been the cause of more than one of those occasions, receiving long lectures from the irritated Sirius after each.

A month of guard duty down in the holding cells beneath the headquarters hadn't quelled his fighting spirit. None on either side had been injured beyond bruises, mostly of their own egos.

Fenrir sat back in the chair behind the large, oak desk after a grueling meeting with his other officers and his "unruly soldiers". He'd advocated for them, and in the end, took the brunt of the punishment from Ray.

Paperwork. The bane of his existence

The room swamped in darkness save for the lamp illuminating the tall stack of papers that required the army's attention. Truly, it was punishment fitting for him, as he loathed having to sit still and read boring documents.

But he’d set to work, attempting to work at inhuman speeds. Eventually, his strength waned. Fenrir couldn’t remember falling asleep, slumped over the desk and papers strewn about in a mess, but it was undoubtedly due to the boredom. His cheek rested against his arm; Fenrir cracked his eyes open as someone poked at his forehead to prod him awake.

“Hard at work, I see.”

That voice.

It struck through his haze of tiredness and brought an unbidden smile to his lips. Beautiful eyes gazing down at him with amusement and a hint of playfulness. Lips pulled up into a dazzling smile despite the late hour. She sure didn't look as though she'd spent weeks at sea, as radiant as ever.

“I heard you were waiting at the docks for quite some time. Were you that worried about me?” Her tone laced with teasing. MC had assured him that this trip to another country would be safe. Mousse had traveled this route many times and never had a single encounter with pirates or ruffians.

Fenrir sat upright in the chair, trying to wipe the tiredness off his face. "I wasn't. I just miss ya, that's all." This had been the longest she'd been away from him, without the ability to even send a letter. He wanted to leap across the desk and smother her in kisses, but his left leg was limp, fuzzy and asleep.

Though, it would be a lie to say he had not been worried. The longer she had been gone, the more his heart twisted within his chest.

“Well, I missed you even more," MC said, snickering at his trouble standing on his own two legs. He'd done something out of line to have this much paperwork in front of him.

Her gaze fell down onto the desk to the beautifully inscribed piece of parchment. A true work of art when it came to these kinds of proposals. “Another one? That’s the eight one in three months.”

MC snatched it off the desk before Fenrir had the chance to stop her. He stood abruptly from the chair, knocking it against the wall, and nearly tumbling over as he only had one good leg. “Give it here. It doesn't mean anything.” He should have thrown it away when he’d had the chance earlier, but the least he could do was read them before turning the poor girls down.

“Ooh, Edith Plume, sounds like a real winner, this one.” MC threw him a mischievous look. She kept her distance while scanning the page. It was almost too amusing to watch him hobble in her direction. “She loves to ride horses, what a surprise there. I bet she’d love to ride you, too.” Her eyebrows shot up as she snickered at him.

Fenrir gave a frustrated groan. “MC, come on, give me the dumb letter!”

“A beautiful songstress, and that’s exactly what she wrote, Fenrir. A songstress. Aren’t you just incredibly lucky to have a songstress in your pile of marriage proposals.”

She had to know.

“And she can dance too. A really talented woman right here. It’s not like she learned any special skills-- wait, she can sew too! She’s too talented for you, Fenrir. I mean, having basic skills that are taught to practically every girl in Cradle, that’s hard to come by these days.”

She had to know that she was the only one.

“This one, I think she is the one- Oof!”

Fenrir stomped his leg against the ground, having just enough control to launch himself at her. Colliding with MC, the two toppled over onto the couch as he'd planned. He couldn't grasp how she could be laughing right now. "Oh, this is funny, is it?"

"Incredibly." MC had entrusted her heart to him, and these letters were nothing more than a desperate attempt by some rich nobles to gain access to the Godspeed fortune. She'd learned to find the humor in them, and then toss them promptly in the trash. "It's not as though I'm going to let them take you from me."

The temperature had surely risen in the room. That would explain the stuffiness that fell over him. His heart pounded in his chest as if he’d run the length of Black Territory and back.

Fenrir crumpled the letter, tossing it away. The anxiety that had riddled his body ebbed away at her tender smile. He was one lucky man to have her. "It's good of ya to say so."

"Shall I write you one?"

"Hm?"

MC could see that his mind had already forgotten the letter, gazing down at her with adoration and love. "A proposal letter. I can list all my best talents. For example, I'm an excellent cook, so you'd never have to experiment using your gun as a tool again."

His laughter made her heart swell. He'd returned to his usual self, plagued no more by dark clouds. "I'd be glad to receive it, but ya know, I've already planned how I want to ask ya to marry me."

"Please, go on."

But Fenrir tapped his finger against her nose. "Nah, I'm not fallin' for that. It's a surprise." A grand surprise. He'd made a whole day out of it, invited all their friends to participate. His hope would be that it would be the second-best day of her life, followed by the very best day of their wedding.

MC had little choice but to relent. It thrilled her to the core to imagine his proposal, their wedding; what it would be like after they were husband and wife. She could wait.

She would wait a lifetime to be married to her true love.

Slowly, her hands reached up, fingers entangling in the lapels of his army coat. MC pulled him down, pressing her lips to his. Their eyes met as the kiss deepened, as if neither wanted to miss a moment of the other. The two only broke apart when they’d become desperate for air.

Fenrir hovered, not wanting to give up that elated feeling washing over him. His breath mixed with hers. “I love ya, MC." He couldn’t say those words enough. The Ace of Spades wanted to shout it from the rooftops and only speak those tender words this close to his beloved at the same time.

“I love you, too, Fen.”

The two stayed there until the early morning, simply being. They exchanged many kisses while cuddling close together. Long and passionate; short and sweet; peppered across the other’s features. On the couch in the office of Black Territory, they whispered words of endearment and shared countless memories in between their inability to stop showering the other with affection.

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[ikemenlibrary]

Now announcing.... 'My Ikémen Valentine' Gift Exchange!

A sweet and spicy holiday to celebrate with your true love

The fifth installment in the Ikémen Gift Exchanges hosted by @ikemenlibrary. This one’s a bit different, as it’s not for a specific fandom, but instead, a romantic holiday! 

This is open to all of the current Ikémen games released in English servers!

Main Info:

Event: Gift Exchange

Fandom(s): Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Prince, Ikemen Revolution

Creation time: January 19 - February 16 Gift sharing: February 17-18

You can sign up for the exchange here

The deadline to submit your submission to join the exchange will be due on January 12.

You will have a month to create a Valentine’s gift for your recipient and an Ikémen character that they have given to you out of their list. 

If you're interested in joining, please make sure to get your answers completed and sent in before January 12. You can edit your sign up form after it’s been submitted, but please make sure to let me (the host)  know if you’ve done that, as I do not get notified when that happens and I want to make sure everyone’s happy with up to date information. Once the deadline passes, I will turn off the link to edit or submit so if you have any problems after then, please contact me directly.

Once I get everyone’s information organized and sorted, I will be reaching out to everyone individually on January 19 to let you know who you’ve been assigned to create for, as well as any extra information to share at that point in time.

When your application has been accepted for the gift exchange, I will reach out with a link to join the Discord server (if you aren’t already in it from previous exchanges).**

Please let me know if you have any questions! I can be reached via Tumblr DM or if you have my Discord from previous exchanges, you may find me there as well <3

Disclaimer: **Please note before signing up that I do have a Discord server that I encourage everyone to join. We’d love for all the participants (myself included!) to get to know one another, work together, and potentially help each other out within the event. We also have some fun bots to play with!

If using Discord is something you are absolutely not comfortable with, please message me before you send in an application so I am aware that you will not be joining and can mark it down on my end for organization purposes. (If I’ve spoken to you about this before, just specify in the sign up sheet, there’s no reason to need to reach out again!)

Below the cut, there is a new update to the rules I’ve previously had in place. This is also reflected in the sign up sheet. Please let me know if you have any questions!**

Can’t wait to see you all soon!

**I just wanted to give a quick update on the rules, as I have changed a few things slightly this time around.

The minimum word requirement for fanfiction updated from 800 to 850 words

The fan art requirement has been updated from being lined with a colored drawing, to also require a background as well (this can be a solid color, or scenery, or whatever you decide. The background just cannot be white (of course, special cases may occur and I will leave it up to the artists stylistic choice))

This time around, you cannot select specific characters from a list who you aren’t interested in creating for. That would be too messy with 4 fandoms. Instead, you will get more options of characters to create based on your choices you fill out on the sign up form

You must be ready to share progress during the halfway check in point via Google Drive/Docs if you are a fanfiction creator. If you do not have access to using one of these, please send me whatever you have during the check in, and I will copy it into my Google Drive. This is so if there becomes a time where you lose your progress on something other than Google, there will still be a copy existing, even if it doesn’t completely reflect your current progress. 

This will all be reiterated in the information key you will be given at the time assignments go out, so don’t worry about remembering this for the time being

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[xxsycamore]

—𝘊𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘌𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘊𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

► SYNOPSIS:

It's the anniversary of the day peace came to Cradle, and it's also the eve of the day Ray, Sirius and Alice started dating. Despite the rough start, they find a way to enjoy themselves.

▍sirius x alice x ray ▍rating: E ▍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 ▍wordcount: 2,699

▍masterlist

▍written for Ikemen Revolution Gift Exchange, hosted by @ikemenlibrary and @sunnyikemen ! Thank you for another amazing gift exchange ❤

▍a/n: @kashimalin-fanfiction , I had the pleasure of writing this gift for you! I decided to try and mash the ideas you provided into one (hopefully) beautiful mess, they were all amazing. Thank you for them and for giving me this lovely pairing to work with! I adore these three as a polyship. I had tons of fun making this gift for you - even if my sadness over ikerev's closing nudged me to add some additional sentimentality to it, haha :') It is partly inspired by ikerev's first anniversary event that recently had a rerun. Once again thank you and I hope you like this! ❤❤❤

"It makes me feel like I'm the only one making sacrifices for the sake of the group."

Ray is grumpy and still has his bedhair on that Alice only somewhat smoothed back into order. She'd given him the thumbs up while affirming that he has a "wild, liberated look on that suits him"... which got Ray at the last part. But still.

"It's not a group, it's a relationship!" She insists, lightly slapping his arm even if she continues to cling to it, making it harder for both of them to walk.

"…And it's not a sacrifice, you basically slept in. And now we're late."

Ray groans with what's remaining of his sleepiness coloring his voice hoarse. He thought he wouldn't need to explain this to Sirius, the one person who understands him at a glance alone otherwise. Well, as long as it resolves around managing the army, it seems.

"I slept in so you two don't call me a sleepyhead once the small hours come in." He has that trademark pissed-off look on his face that Alice (and maybe Sirius too) somehow finds hot. He's not exaggerating it on purpose, he swears - and goes on: "So that we could celebrate more."

Sirius can easily call out the inadequacy of that, but also, he knows his boyfriend. He just can't last long after midnight. He gets it.

That, plus, his temper has been greatly softened by a certain scene this morning - when barging into their shared room to finally wake up the sleepy King of Spades, he found him gloriously outstretched across the spacious bed, an alarm going off, likely for the nth time - and Ray sleeping unbothered through it.

A few seconds in it Sirius instantly recognized Alice's singing voice - it was a recording of him and Alice jokingly dueting for a clichéd love song while tipsy once at a black army banquet. Well, in Sirius' case, "tipsy" is an understatement. He didn't know Ray had this, much less that he used it as his alarm. He must've calculated that they both would be nowhere to be found by the time the alarm goes off, and subsequently, they won't hear. A miscalculation on his part being his actual waking up.

He fished out Ray's phone under the sheets successfully on the second loop of the song and turned it off before nudging his boyfriend awake - leaving him to think he himself turned it out between episodes of dozing off. Sirius' reason lies somewhere between being endeared to shyness and…blackmail material. He hasn't finalized his decision, and it highly depends on Ray's behavior today.

Today, the anniversary of the day the two armies got united.

And by great design, the eve of their own anniversary as a polyamorous couple. That would make twice the celebration, and consequently, twice the amount of chaos surrounding it.  

"Sirius, not everyone has long legs like yours… slow it down."

He snaps back into reality.

Alice refuses to let go of Ray's arm which would make significant acceleration to her walking speed. But still, Sirius slows down, remembering that the shop is not going to close down for good five more hours, remembering that Luka and the red army chefs are taking care of the catering, remembering that Seth and a red army unit are taking care of preparing the venue, remembering that Fenrir and Zero are taking care of the security…

Remembering how Lancelot had snatched the folder with enlisted duties and who is in charge of them right off his hands.

He sighs but not of exhaustion, for once, keeping a little smile on his face and wishing he could be a little more like Ray.

"Okay let's make this quick, Alice chooses a dress then we go grab two suits, pay, walk out the store. Roger that?"

Alice knows better than to let Sirius's (bad) personality traits (yes, even he has some!) rub on her, but she can't help but mirror his grimace. WHY must men have just ONE official outfit in their wardrobe? While living under one roof with Fenrir Godspeed and his crazy gun collection, at least twenty of which are spraying paint and other liquids and double as a "crazy party trick", at that? One should have a backup suit. Ah, but, a little anniversary day shopping trip can be a wonderful bonding experience, and Alice who has plenty of dresses to choose from is still talked into buying another. It's on them.

"Roger that… should I pick a black dress and make it easier for you two?"

"Hell no." Ray shakes his head, hands still in his pockets rather than browsing the store. "We're not attending a funeral."

"Ray."

Sirius decides it will be taking it too far if he says, 'with the way this is going, it's going to be mine', because…it's not that bad? He looks at his smart watch and it's just 2 PM, they'll drop the clothes at the dry cleaner's, go grab lunch right afterward...

"…Okay then, why don't you choose it for me? And we don't really have to match… or it can be subtle. Like your neckties with my jewelry, or-"

"Let's match socks. You can pick a short dress and pair it with stockings?"

"No."

Ray groans again, he was clearly asking Alice and not Sirius. "Why not?"

Sirius crosses his arms, somehow less forwards than usual with his criticism. "…I've seen your taste for socks."

"He's right, Ray…"

Feeling betrayed, Ray's eyes widen, giving the two a clear view of his beautiful forest-green irises with a hint of fire in them. It's a forest fire they would want to put out, though, because Ray's rage is throwing flames at Sirius now.

"And you wear grandpa socks! You're lucky I gifted you a kitty print pair last Christmas or you'd remain with the same five ugly argyle print ones for life."

"But they're provided as part of the black army uniform…" Alice tries to back up for Sirius, but to no avail. They are far worse than Ray's crazy sock collection.

"Does anyone even wear these?" Ray scoffs, but is interrupted by Sirius grabbing his hand along with Alice's.

"Okay, timeout."

Making sure that no one is looking at them, Sirius leads them into a fitting room, closing it shut from the inside. He believes this is the best decision, even if undiscussed beforehand. Had he discussed it with them, one of his partners surely would've warned him that the fitting room is far from spacious enough for three people to get in. But Sirius knows how to get tough situations to work in his favor, with the King of Spades practically forced to meet his eyes instead of sulking and gazing away. Getting Alice to cooperate is much, much easier. He highly suspects that the deeper their feelings run for each other, the more the other man acts like a brat. Deep inside, Sirius sees the endearment of it - but right now he could use some cooperation.

"Your socks matching idea has potential. But maybe for some other occasion. Like Belle's birthday for instance."

"Hey, I will hold you to that."

"Fine." Sirius says blankly, impatient to move on. "And I suggest white and dark blue for Alice's dress. White for peace and blue for the army."

"That’s actually great. I think I want to see you in these colors, Alice."

Both pairs of eyes are on her now, and she just nervously chuckles. Gosh, she must be careful not to choose a dress with too much white or she'll become a blushing bride in the face of the mirror in the fitting room, imagination always running a little wild around these two. In the sweetest way.

"I love the sound of that! Are we ready to go out now?"

She thinks she sees them briefly exchanging a knowing gaze. In the next moment, two identically sweet smooches land on her cheeks.

***

Mission New Outfit is a total success. Alice looks like the goddess of peace she is, a deity they're supposed to worship. So stealing a kiss or two amidst the cascade of compliments is a must! Forgetting about how inconveniently cramped the fitting room was, the two of them gladly go in in order to help Alice out of the dress. They're in luck that she is characteristically a little clumsy or else her affirmations that she can manage alone would hold too much ground for this.

Either way, they end up in there again. Dazzled by her beauty, once the expensive dress is securely put away they share their fascinations in a way they see fit. Where words fail them, they use kisses - when they fail too, they use more than that.

It's not the first time they've been up to no good in places that are no good for that. Once it gets too hot to breathe and palm-sealed mouths still find a way to produce illicit sounds, they know they should stop.

It's a celebration started early, one of them says.A good couple of seconds afterward, the mark of orgasm staining another's voice, it is added:

Those are the best celebrations.

***

All guests are in the venue by late sunset, chatting around and helping themselves at the buffet. Friends living east and west of the civic center unite for the bright occasion, the word "peace" dancing off their tongues every now and then like candy that someone gives away. They indulge in it, knowing no fear and no censure. People high in the ranks blend with common folks. Selfie sticks are being raised in the air as often as toasts of champagne are - sticking out like antennas catching the same radio frequency of jovial laughter all around.

With pats on his back, Ray is sent off to the stage by the black army officers as his turn to hold a speech comes. He dislikes the idea of him and Lancelot coming individually in front of the people, and welcomes the King of Hearts on stage with him instead. It comes easy to them to combine it into one speech, the unnecessary clichés are cut off in favor of some honest, heartfelt words; of gratitude and bright hope for the future. The army officers are one by one named for their contribution to the peace, and of course, Alice's name is not left out either - the following applause heating her cheeks that almost hurt by smiling now. In the next moment everyone's attention turns to a flower cart being pushed into view below the stage - it's introduced into the venue by the whole Oswald family - well, minus one member who is at the black army table, - a pink-haired young man with a cheshire grin and someone that rarely shows up in public but whose face the people used to know from posters hung around town. Not a wanted man anymore and with all misunderstandings clouding his reputation shooed away along with the dark clouds of looming war, the public applauds the bunch's entry albeit with curiosity. Sporting a pretty suit, Harr has no hood to pull down and hide his face behind, but he doesn't feel too intimidated by the attention. He has Loki. Reminiscent of a mischievous cat, Loki skips his way up on stage and confidently steals the microphone.

From the name of Canis Major, the Oswald family flower shop, he thanks the members of the two armies, their kings, and everyone else present tonight. Apparently, there is a surprise done with the help of the citizens of Cradle who volunteered by joining in the preparation process today at the central plaza.

Watching as a flower crown is placed on Lancelot's blonde head, Ray knows he's next in line and spots Sirius in the public to raise a brow at. The latter shrugs in a nonchalant manner, visibly amused by the current events. "Oh, so now you're not uptight?", thinks Ray, a flower crown placed on his own head not long after. Next are the two armies' officers, much to Sirius' surprise. And finally, Alice.

To everyone else present is handled a white poppy, which appears on the flower crowns as well. Sirius chimes in to let those who don't know that the flower symbolizes peace. After its short journey, the microphone is finally back in Ray's hands and he expresses his gratitude, genuine surprise still marking his features - and the red army king is the same.

***

Soon everyone's back at their tables, live music fills the venue and many let it be the background noise of their chatter with one another. Sirius is swamped with questions if he truly didn't know about all of this. So is Ray, who is thought to know about the celebration's organization process. So is Alice, as their self-proclaimed aide-du-camp. Just like the two men, Alice shrugs, looking extra tiny in Sirius' coat that she took when a gush of wind came out.

Mainly, they get asked "where have you been all day to miss that!", and they chuckle. A hint of a knowing gaze is exchanged between the three, with noone noticing.

As soon as their friends give them a breather, the trio excuses themselves and makes it out of the crowd.

 ***

Whoever chose the location of the venue, Alice needs to thank them personally tomorrow. It turns out to be close to Cradle's beach, and she excitingly leads her puzzled boyfriends there.  

"It's so nice to have two of you." She jokes, contently seated on Ray's coat on the sand as Sirius' one is dappled warmly around her shoulders at the same time. It's a mystery how none of their flower crowns fell off as she practically took them for a run towards here.

Seated next to her, Ray turns his attention to the polaroid camera hanging from his neck. Seth just couldn't help himself - he went ahead and gave them their anniversary gift way ahead of the others. He mentioned that there was a surprise in there.

"Tsk. It's the three of us on stage but I have that goofy surprised expression." Ray frowns as he pulls out the tiny photo that was last made. Seth had mentioned something about the three of them making some memories with it but this is in no way a good start.

"C'mon, come closer." Ray beckons, reaching to wrap his arm around Sirius on Alice's other side while holding the camera to face their way. They all smile and the shutter is clicked.

Alice holds the tiny polaroid photo with both hands like the prized possession it is, already back in their shared room in her mind and wondering where to put it. While admiring it, she misses the way Sirius and Ray lean in close to each other behind her back and meet their lips for a tiny kiss.

She hands back the camera to Ray and gains their attention again.

"I brought something, too."

They wait for the big reveal as she reaches inside the XL-sized dark blue coat. Another early gift?

"Ta-daah!" Alice exclaims, bringing into view…a bottle of champagne. Snatched from the buffet, most likely.

Ray and Sirius do another round of non-verbal communication put to test many a time during their years of knowing each other. It's the "no, I didn't see when this happened either".

Sirius is faster to crack into laughter than Ray this time, proceeding to open the bottle. The cork flies off with a loud 'pop' and to everyone's surprise, Sirius takes the first sip without being talked into this by his lovers. As if taking Ray's advice of letting loose, he even forgoes his own rule of avoiding alcohol - likely leaving himself in the hands of his trustworthy lovers to stop him before he becomes a different person.

Alice cheers on for him and he actually listens to her and chugs more. They’re a ridiculous but lovely sight. Their anniversary is not until a good hour or two, but Ray definitely feels like they started celebrating early.

"Wow. Alice steals a bottle and now you're drinking like no tomorrow. I'm clearly not the biggest troublemaker of the group."

"There he goes again!"

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An Afternoon Alone - Harr Silver x Reader (Ikemen Revolution)

A/N: This is my gift for in the Ikemen Revolution Gift Exchange. I hope you enjoy this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it. Harr is such a sweet and wonderful character, not much is posted about him, I was thrilled to see him on your list of suitors. A special thanks to @chaosangel767 for helping brainstorm ideas for this story - there is no one around who loves Rev as much as you do. A huge thanks to @ikemenlibrary and @sunnyikemen for hosting this wonderful event - and for making this beautiful banner!

Pairing: Harr Silver x Reader

Word Count: 1115

Tags: fluff

The air was crisp, leaves of golds and reds gently fell from the trees as the trio entered the open-air market. It was your first fall festival in Cradle, and your excitement was infectious.

"What do you want to see first?" Loki asked as he linked arms with you. 

Your eyes grew wide as you took in the surroundings - there were so many stands, you didn't know which one to visit first. The scents apple cider, hot cocoa and mulled wine mixed together, tantalizing your senses. Mouth watering pastries were displayed on decorative trays nestled amongst fall pumpkins and gourds.  And how did you almost forget the carts filled with candied apples?

"Loki," Harr said, his tone calm, his smile gentle. "Let's start with something to drink."

With all in agreement, Harr lead the group to a nearby stall selling hot cocoa.

"Marshmallows, Alice?" Harr asked before placing their orders.

"Oh, yes. Yes, please," you replied excitedly. 

"Marshmallows for all," Harr told the merchant, a smile lingering on lips, his face slightly tilted towards yours. 

Harr passed the first cup to Loki, a huge grin lighting up his face as he thanked Harr for his beverage.

He handed you the next cup; his fingers grazed yours, his touch soft and lingering, the smile he gave you sweeter than the cocoa in your hands.

Taking the cup from Harr's gentle hand, you brought it to your lips; the rich, chocolate was sweet on your tongue, its warmth welcomed on this cool, crisp day. You couldn’t help but notice Loki’s eyes on you as you drank the cocoa, a pale pink blush creeping on your cheeks.

Strolling together, the leaves crunched under your boots as happy memories of Harr and Loki filled your head. The family meals with Harr and Loki. The masquerade ball you attended with Harr. Baking apricot treats for Harr. 

The night you both confessed your love for one another.

You looked down at your hands; you were walking side by side, his knuckles brushing yours every so often. They were close enough to touch. To hold. Nervous butterflies fluttered inside your belly - do you dare reach out and twine your fingers with his?

“Oh, is that Blanc over there? I should go say hi to him!” Loki announced, breaking you of your reverie, before bouncing off. 

“Do you think…?” you asked as you both exchanged a knowing look, noticing a slight blush on Harr’s cheeks as you both peered into the crowd, no sign of a white rabbit to be had.

“I do believe we have the afternoon alone.”

The butterflies returning to your belly, a peaceful quiet embraced you both as you made your way through the crowds. An idea springing into your head, you turned happily to Harr.

“Do you want to play a game?”

His eyes widened; his laughter soft. “What kind of game?”

“There’s so much here at the festival. I thought maybe, if you wanted to, we could split up and find something the other might like.” Harr had done so much for you in your time in Cradle, helping make beautiful memories you would never forget. You wanted to do something to add to those memories. Memories you made together now. 

Harr stared at you silently for a moment, the familiar pink blush returning to his cheeks. “Yes,” he finally spoke up. “I’d like that.” 

You smiled at one another, the urge to hold his hand - or something more - growing inside you before parting ways. You spun in a slow circle, Harr’s figure quickly disappearing into the crowds, as you tried to decide which way to go first.

Your feet guiding your way, you passed by a cart selling cozy scarves. Pausing to admire their items, your fingers brushing against the soft yarn, you wondered if Harr would like a new scarf. You pictured wrapping him up in one of these scarves, watching him get flustered by all the attention. You kept the idea in the back of your mind, but thought you could maybe find something better.

A few stalls down was a merchant selling hats. Hats of all sorts of shapes and colors. While the hats were lovely, had you ever seen Harr wear a hat? He always wore his hooded cloak. A nice idea, but not the right one.

As you were walking, you soon were hit with the most fragrant aroma. It was light and delicate, just the perfect amount of sweetness. You knew this scent, and you followed it to its source - just baked apricot pastries. You couldn’t believe your stroke of luck, stumbling upon this stand selling these delicious treats. That just happened to be Harr’s favorite flavor. 

You selected three of the biggest, most succulent pastries, and after the owner handed you the boxed items, you tucked the box under your arm and went on your way searching for Harr.

You were mesmerized by the fall foliage - the once bright green leaves now beautiful shades of the sunset, golden ambers, burnt oranges and crimson reds - so distracted by your surroundings, you didn’t realize it when you bumped into a tall, familiar figure. 

“I’m sorry, Alice, I -” Harr stammered, clearly frustrated by your combined clumsiness. 

Embarrassed to be caught so distracted, you produced the box your were holding. “I got you something. I hope you like it.”

Harr opened the box still in your hands, and peeked inside. “Apricot,” he said, a pleased smile spreading on his lips. “My favorite.”

You lifted one of the pastries, and held it up for him. “Would you like to try it?”

Harr nodded, and in a moment of boldness, you held the treat up to his lips for him to take a taste. “It’s delicious.” He quickly averted his gaze, remembering you were in the middle of the market square.

“Oh,” Harr exclaimed,bringing you back to reality, “I got you something, too.”

You returned the pastry to its box and looked up at Harr with a bright smile. He handed you a small gift bag. Dipping your fingers inside, you pulled out a beautiful hand-carved wooden picture frame.You traced the delicate border with your fingertips, recalling the picture frame you found in your bedroom in the treehouse. 

“I thought we could put a picture in there.” You nodded, loving that idea more than you wanted to admit at the moment. “Of us,” he added, his voice just a whisper.

“Let’s go find Loki and head home soon,” Harr said, taking the box of pastries from your hands. 

As you walked away together, Harr’s hand brushed yours again, this time his fingers found yours, your heart singing as he clasped your hands together.

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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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hey, that's not nice ray! especially when edgar put so much thought into this wonderful cake! ๐·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐

i would gladly accept it! even if i have to share it ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

#ikemen revolution #I'VE WAITED FOR THIS EXACT MOMENT SO BAD AND IT DID NOT DISAPPOINT LMAO #knowing edgar the cake probably does taste divine considering he thought of the mc when making it #don't be so quick to dismiss it ray! let all three of us share ♡ #event spoilers #christmas presents exchange ecb #christmas wish event

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’Tis The Season For SMUT

Like what I’ve posted before, I’ll be participating in @voltage-vixen​‘s  ’Tis The Season For SMUT Challenge!

So, without further ado, my first post for the challenge:

Day 1 Prompt: Kiss me under the mistletoe

Pairing: Lancelot Kingsley / Reader Fandom: Ikemen Revolution Genre: Fluff-SMUT Word Count: 2021 Warning: Graphic

“Zero! Over here!” you yell from across the street, waving a hand overhead to the wandering Ace of Hearts. Once your eyes met, he immediately walks over to you with a couple of bags in hand.

You had volunteered to head in the decorating of the Red Army Headquarters for Christmas-- a job usually taken by Jonah due to his ‘high standards of style’ as he’d call it. But like all the other officers, the closing holidays made him busier than usual; events with the nobles happening one after the other, and meetings with the Black Army for their joint Christmas event for the citizens topped his already packed-to-the-minute daily work.

Now that December has finally kicked in, you don’t hold back in your decor shopping escapades; you’d been waiting for this day to come since Halloween anyway. So, you go from shop to shop with Zero, buying all the decorations and trinkets on your list that you'll need to dress up the Headquarters. 

“What’s this?” Zero questioned the new bag you have in hand. It was a small, light-looking, brown bag that was sealed neatly with Christmas designed tape-- a standout from the colourful paper bags you carried.

“It’s a secret!” Excitement beaming from you as you began skipping back towards headquarters, looking forward to a certain Christmas tradition you'd surprise Lancelot with. “Come on, Zero!”

-

As huge as the headquarters is, with the help of some of the soldiers and maids, it took you over two weeks to completely decorate the manor from top to bottom, and inside out. It was a winter wonderland.

“One last piece,” you spoke to yourself, clutching the little brown bag you had when you went out with Zero. Where you’d choose to hang this little decor had to be special, not only to you but also to Lancelot, so you walk around the building to scan for viable locations. “Where, oh where can I hang you…”

“Y/N,” Edgar’s chipper voice called out to you just as he left Lancelot’s office with Jonah, wondering why you were walking aimlessly around the halls with a small bag in hand. “Anything the matter?”

“Edgar! Jonah!” You spun in surprise as the two sauntered towards you, Jonah’s eyes were immediately drawn to the bag in your hands, probably thinking that Edgar has given you a part of his stash of contraband sweets.

“I’m just looking for a nice place to hang these…”

Jonah arches a brow questioningly, and Edgar’s smile unwavering, as if asking you what the contents of the bag were. Your words slip out to answer the unspoken question, “... decors.”

Jonah frowned as he held out his hand, asking you to hand the bag over. You promptly hide it behind your back; but as you shift it around you, Edgar snatches it from your grip. His grin reaches from ear to ear as he and Jonah take a peek into the bag.

“Edgar!” You reach out to take the bag back, but he holds it just a little farther back and higher away from you. He may be the shortest among the officers, but he is still a good couple of inches taller than you.

“Now, now, Y/N. Why don’t you leave the hanging of this to us, hm? Besides, you’ve done a wonderful job decorating headquarters. My, you’re even better than Jonah here!” Edgar teases and chuckles at his own statement.

“Hey!” Jonah scowls at the younger man, then pouts as he turns to you, trying to get his composure back. “Anyway, Y/N, mistletoes are poisonous. It’s better to have Edgar poisoned rather than you.”

“You hurt my feelings, Queen.” Edgar banters back, waving a hand as he turns to walk away with the bag. Jonah soon follows in suit, excusing himself from you to head to his troops’ training session.

-

Another week has passed, and the red and white manor now basked in the scarlet rays of the Christmas Eve setting sun. Up until now, there was no sign of the mistletoe Edgar took from you that time. After searching high and low, you finally shrug in defeat, resigning yourself to the idea that the little ornament would never see the light of Christmas that year.

A little mistletoe won’t ruin my Christmas! You commit yourself to that simple idea as you walk back to your room to get dressed for the evening’s party. A red and gold embellished off shoulder cocktail dress laid on your bed, with a small note and a single white rose. Your heart raced at the simple gesture-- Lancelot always knew how to make you smile.

You added a scarf to your ensemble and headed out for the common area. The delicious scents and joyful sounds filled the halls of the Red Army Headquarters. Soldiers and officers alike greeted you with smiles and laughter-- long gone was the Red Army you knew when you first arrived in Cradle.

“You look beautiful.” Lancelot greeted you the moment you arrived in the common room. 

“Who do I have to thank for then?” You wrap an arm around his waist and pull him close into a hug of sorts, chuckling into his chest. “Thank you, Lancelot.”

“Well, isn’t it Mr. and Mrs. Claus!” Kyle, clearly tipsy already, raises his voice as he saunters closer to you and Lancelot with a Christmas hat in hand. He swiftly decks it on Lancelot’s head and looks at it as if it were his prized masterpiece. “Perfect.”

To your surprise, Lancelot doesn’t dare move, nor remove the said hat; prompting you to turn to him with a slightly confused look on your face.

“The idiots made me into Santa this year,” Lancelot answered with the straightest face imaginable. You lightly cough to try to hold back your laughter; alas, your shoulders shook, giving you away to the man beside you. He was just too adorable. 

“I’m sorry, it does fit you.” you laugh and fan your face with your hand, fighting back the tears of joy threatening to fall from your eyes. “You’ll make a great Santa, Lancelot.”

A smile graced his features as the events of the night started. Overflowing food and drinks were served, music and chatter filled the air, and gifts were exchanged. You scan the room, burning the scene before you into memory-- Kyle, already on his umpteenth bottle of beer, started challenging soldiers to an arm-wrestling challenge, while Edgar and Zero stood by to watch and further insight until the whole thing goes down in flames; Jonah was receiving gifts from the soldier members of ‘Jonah's Heart Defenders’ at the other end with a fresh plate of mille-feuille before him; and, Lancelot… You strained your eyes to look for him in the busy crowd, and finally, find him alone by the Christmas tree, tinkering with one of the hung ornaments.

You saunter to him, bringing two flutes of champagne for each of you. He turns to you just as you arrive. With a clink of your flutes, you greet each other just as the grandfather clock struck 12 in the main hall.

“Merry Christmas, Lancelot.” 

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.” 

Lancelot cupped your cheek in his hand and gently pulled you close to meet your lips with his-- a soft and delicate kiss that started to heat up with every passing second.

“Ahem- King Lancelot,” Jonah interjected, prompting you to cut your quick make-out session with Lancelot. The Queen’s brows furrowed and his eyes looked away, yet his cheeks contradicted his expression as he blushed a light shade of pink, “Your speech.”

Lancelot gave Jonah a curt nod before facing back to you. You smile at him and lightly squeeze his hand, “Go get ‘em, Santa.”

His hand never left yours for the duration of the party-- through the officer’s speeches, to the farewell greetings. He only let you go as you both stopped in front of your bedroom door, twirling you in the hall and straight into his arms. 

Hands to the small of your back, Lancelot pulls you in closer for another kiss. 

“Mm- What was that for?” you look up to him, only now noticing that his eyes were red, and not their usual blue. "Hey!" 

He chuckles and points a finger up towards a floating mistletoe over your heads, the mistletoe you've been looking for the past week. 

"Oh- Why is that with you?!" Your cheeks warm up from the thought of Edgar handing the little bag to his King. 

Drat. Edgar.

You wanted to surprise Lancelot by kissing him under the mistletoe, but now, the complete opposite seemed to happen. 

"I’ve always wanted to try that." Lancelot suddenly confesses, eyes locked onto the floating mistletoe above. 

"You know you have to ask first, right?" you chuckle at his innocence.

"I suppose." he straightens up and holds you closer, tilting your head up with a finger to meet his gaze. He starts again, "Y/N, may I kiss you under this mistletoe?"

"Of course." 

You meet his lips in a fervent kiss, and when you break, Lancelot's lips travel down, leaving a wet trail to your neck as he rids the scarf off your skin. His warm hands make their way down to the curve of your sides, eliciting a sigh from you as you call his name.

"Mistletoe kisses don't always have to be on the lips, you know." He says between nips, breath blowing against your heated skin; sending shivers straight down to your core.

"Mhmm," you hum at the feeling of his fingers brushing the underside of your clothed breast, and you lightly tug at the front of his uniform before reaching up to run a hand through his blonde locks.  

Lancelot bites down and sucks onto your flesh as he pushes you flush against the door. A soft moan escapes your lips at the sudden mix of pain and pleasure;  "Lance-" 

"Yes?" he drags his sultry reply as slowly as his hand travels down to the front of your skirt, raking the clothing up until his fingers could skim across your skin. 

"We're in the hall." You shudder in his hold as the heat between your legs started to grow more intolerable, throbbing at the need for more.

"So?" he teases, bringing his lips up to your ear to nibble on your lobe while his hand continuously skims across your inner thighs, purposefully missing your clothed womanhood.

Words won't get to him, so you reply in kind-- hand skimming over his uniform before resting over the growing tent of his pants. He growls and slightly bucks his hips against your hand at the faint touch, chasing the friction his body longs for. 

He catches your grin in a hungry kiss, swallowing your moans as he presses his fingers against your clothed sex, coaxing agonizingly slow circles against the little bundle of nerves. You tremble in his grasp, panting heavily from every shock sent throughout your body.

"Lancelot," you whine, instinctively grinding against his hand. He doesn't stop, nor does he speed up. His clear blue eyes lock into yours for a moment, heavy and full of lust. 

He strains his ears to hear the approaching sound of company-- muffled footsteps and faint chatter coming from the west wing. Your eyes widen once the sound reaches your ears. 

Lancelot quickly wraps an arm around your waist and opens the door behind you, causing you to both stumble gracelessly onto the carpets of your room with a thud.

You find yourself laying on top of Lancelot, with his arm still wrapped around your waist protectively. Both of you were still caught in a daze from the last minute's incident. 

You break into a smile, then burst into a laugh; prompting the man beneath you to laugh as well. 

"So?" you spoke, trying your best to impersonate Lancelot's earlier reply despite your intense laughter.

Tears rolled freely down your cheeks from the laughter, and Lancelot wiped them with the pads of his thumbs before pulling you into another kiss.

A Merry Christmas indeed. 

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Event deadline reminder Monday, July 5 2021

Deadline reminder for current events, not including SWD games: (also let’s pretend I posted this yesterday) Including some events I forgot to post about before... (but are long over)

Ikemen Revolution - June 10 (11 June) - June 27 (28 June) - July 7 (8 July)

Ikemen Vampire - June 7 (8 June) - June 15 (16 June) - June 23 (24 June) - June 30 (1 July) - July 6 (7 July)

Ikemen Sengoku - June 8 (9 June) - June 15 (16 June) - June 22 (23 June) - June 29 (30 June) - July 5 (6 July)

Princess of the Moon - June 7 (8 June) - June 15 (16 June) - June 16 (17 June) - June 23 (24 June) - July 12 (13 July)

Sealed with a Kiss - June 8 (9 June)

Blood Domination - June 14 (15 June) - July 11 (12 July)

Reversing Caste - June 11 (12 June) - gacha exchange July 6

Another Prince - June 7 (8 June) - July 12 (13 July)

July 6 2021

#otome #game #event #deadline #reminder #ikemen revolution #ikemen sengoku #ikemen vampire #princess of the moon #sealed with a kiss #blood domination #reversing caste #another prince #cybird #abracadabra #abracadabra games #abracadabra inc

[rifmasterlists]

Blind Dates - Masterlist

Prompt: Blind dates - 1000 followers celebration

Status: Closed.

Event Explanation 

The Arcana

Community Theatre

Masquerade Party

Bleach

Amusement Park

Boku No Hero Academia 

Mountains

Digimon

Sushi Place

Ikemen Revolution

The Beach

Kitchen Raid

The Beach II

Swamp

The Zoo

Dessert Buffet

Ikemen Sengoku 

Diner

Izakaya

Fireworks Festival

The Ocean

Landscape Park

The Beach

Haunted House

Cat Cafe

Old Bridge

IKEA

City Streets

Ferris Wheel

Planetarium

Art Store

Contemporary Art Museum

Botanical Garden

Bar

Go-Kart

Ikemen Vampire 

Dog Park

Ice Cream Parlour

Amusement Park

Art Gallery

Pub 

Gym

Home

Super Special Exchange | Karaoke by @nad-zeta​

Confectionery Class 

Park

Music Festival

The Aquarium

Old Ruins [Double Date]

Haunted House [Double Date]

The Library

Cycle Park

Chess Park 

Home II

The Lake

Katekyo Hitman Reborn 

Theme Park

Paintball field

Mystic Messenger

Coffeeshop

Aquarium

Karaoke 

Beach

Naruto

Dog Shelter 

Training Grounds

Beach

Flower Field

New Orleans

Library

Festival

Yu-Gi-Oh

The Beach

#masterlist #followers celebration #blind dates

[kashimalin-fanfiction]

Complete List of Masterposts and Recommendations

Midnight Cinderella Masterpost

Ikemen Sengoku Masterpost

Ikemen Revolution Masterpost

Ikemen Vampire Masterpost

Obey Me! Masterpost

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Bonus Masterposts:

The NSFW Collection || Kissing Prompts Masterpost || April Showers Bring May Flowers Event Tag ||

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Instead of digging through masterposts, you can also scroll down here for the highlights!

Ikemen Revolution:

Given Time, A Garden Will Prosper: Focusing on Harr Silver, this story chronicles his time in the tree house, cultivating his home garden and working with the people he cares about the most.

Hearing You Say Their Name While Asleep [Headcanon Series]: A series of headcanons about the suitors hearing your name while asleep! Self-explanatory and utterly sweet.

Lessons in Magic: Post-Canon story about Ray working together with Lancelot to manage a skill he has long-since ignored. The two Kings work together better than they expected, and end up becoming close friends.

Simply Sweet [Ficlet Series]: A ficlet series that has a short kiss ficlet for every single Ikemen Revolution suitor. Ranging from kisses in an alley filled with cats to kisses exchanged between patients, each suitor gets their own unique story!

Surrounded [Zero/Reader]: A small ficlet where you and Zero nearly get caught in the rain. Luckily, his quick thinking allows the two of you to stay mostly dry.

Ikemen Vampire:

Modern Day Date Nights [Headcanons]: Re-imaginings of the suitors in modern society and what sorts of dates they might take you on if you were there with them.

Vanilla and Sugar [Napoleon/Reader]: A short ficlet about a perfectly average human Napoleon, his wife, and his two daughters. Mundane slice of life/fluff.

Ikemen Sengoku:

Restarting Routine [Ieyasu/Reader]: Focusing on the typical morning, Ieyasu and his wife are woken up by their children. What follows is some feel-good family fluff that makes them all smile. 

Their Favorite Kinds of Hugs [Headcanons]: All suitors have a favorite kind of hug, and it’s Very Important that you know what it is!

Midnight Cinderella:

A Sudden Change [Ficlet Series]: All suitors feature in this prologue + separate stories where an accident forces the princess to cut her hair! How the suitors react to the unexpected change?

The Innocence of Ignorance [Child!Byron/Child!Reader]: A young lady is brought to a manor in which she does not know anybody. When her savior comes to rescue her from her “prison,” the two begin to bond and all too quickly fall in love.

Other Fandoms!

Fire Emblem:     Jakob/Corrin: My Reason To Live

Mystic Messenger:     Jumin/Reader: Strawberry Pancakes

Undetale:     Frisk & Grillby: Bar of Solace

#masterposts

[s7-evermore]

𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 [Preview]

↳ 𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞: Ikemen Vampire x Ikemen Revolution 

↳ 𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖/𝕤: Slice of life(?), misc... 

↳ ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣: Sekiguchi Gin (OC)

↳ ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤: I will be using some ikemen revolution characters as normal people in this story. Most of them will be around Gin’s age here or older...

𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟:

After the death of her grandfather, 15-year-old Gin is left in the hands of a mysterious relative of hers. He goes by the name Comte de Saint-Germain and he tells her everything that has been left unsaid between her and her grandfather...

[ GIN ]

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, I never saw things the same way other people did. Some say it's a blessing, some may say it's a curse, but along the way, I lost the idea of what those two words meant. The sky was especially blue today, not completely devoid of clouds, perhaps only small wisps of them, like the left behind cotton candy lingering in the cotton candy machine. They looked sweet just like them, drifting ever so slowly with the pace of the sun. 

I watched silently as people passed by, particles in different colors and shapes trailing behind them, lingering on their clothing or on their skin. The scent of the flowers on my front lawn was carried away by the wind, to the bees, and to the nostrils of my neighbor and his dog. 

My kind neighbor gazed at me with a sympathetic expression, but I paid no attention to it. I think I've had enough with receiving those kinds of looks now.

I sat outside the house I have now been living in alone for a few days since Gramps' death. I was waiting for someone, but I didn't know who.

Well, not exactly. I've seen Gramps writing and exchanging letters with him several times before. I never looked into those letters or read them at all whenever Gramps accidentally left them on the dining room table. But I remember how those letters looked from a distance. Cursive words were neatly written with elegant penmanship, matching the stationery it was inscribed on. 

To me, it looked like Gramps was exchanging words with someone from another time. Someone who was still stuck in the past, writing letters instead of emails, sending long messages through paper instead of simply DMing him. 

Gramps told me this person was a distant relative of mine on my father's side, which made me curious every time. I barely knew anything about my father, other than the fact that he was always craving for adventure, so much that he just... disappeared. 

I don't even remember much of my mother's face. Sometimes I hear her singing to me, the song was a blur, but I remember the tone of her voice, so tender and sweet. I only remember the way her hair flowed in the wind because we had the same hair color, but that was about it. Most of my childhood memories were hazy recollections of my mother and most of them were only about my grandfather and me. 

Gramps was probably the only one I had most memories of. I could remember almost every little thing about him. He would play songs from his old record player whenever we did spring cleaning once a week in the afternoon. His usual breakfast was avocado toast, eggs, and cheese paired with apple juice, and sometimes he'd make me the same meal when I said I didn't mind. 

He had a large study of his own, but I never went in it because I wanted to respect his privacy. I've snuck a few glances whenever he left the door slightly ajar, and I would see his scratched mahogany desk and his old reading lamp sitting on the corner of it. I remembered the tall shelf of books on the other side of the room, as well as the old grandfather clock whose hands were frozen in time. 

Gramps kept grandma's old china in a glass cupboard that I never bothered to touch, I always left Gramps to clean it because I never trusted myself with antiques like that. Also because next to that cupboard was a stash of his favorite sake, and I automatically knew I wasn't allowed to touch those. 

I remember the times when he would drop me off and pick me up from school, he would always tell me old jokes that we'd both laugh at. He always laughed hard when it came to jokes, he'd laugh harder at his own. 

I remember the times when I'd come home late after hanging out with my friends. He would always leave me dinner and he would either be asleep or working and writing in his study. Gramps never cared about who I made friends with as long as they weren't bad enough to make me commit crimes or murder someone. As long as I knew what I was doing, then he didn't mind what I did. Perhaps that was his way of letting me know that he respected my privacy too as I did with his. 

Gramps was basically the only family I thought I had, that was until a few months ago when he told me he'd reached out to an old friend of his, which happened to be the relative from my father's side. He told me he was from France, but he never truly told me his name. Gramps called him 'Comte' and said that was the only name most people referred to him by. 

I remembered my 14th birthday. Gramps received another letter from this Comte that night and told me it had come with a package for me. Although I knew it was from a stranger (that I now referred to as my distant relative who I had no idea even existed), I was excited to open it the moment Gramps said it was for me. When I unraveled the silk blue ribbon, I was astonished to find a golden butterfly hairclip resting against a velvet cushion, gleaming bright with opulence inside the cream white box. 

Gramps was the one who clipped it on my head the next day when I was preparing for school, he even told me not to take it off or ruin it as it was obviously expensive. So, I never did. I never took it off unless I had to take a shower or sleep. I always kept the hairpin near, in my bag, or tucked safely in my pocket. I cleaned it every now and then too, to maintain its gleam. 

Until now, as I waited, I felt the butterfly pin clipped on my hair. I wonder if this Comte guy would notice it?

Averting my eyes away from the sky once again, I look at the large rolled luggage next to me, filled with things I considered 'necessary', and the large guitar case that once belonged to my mother sitting next to it. 

You go through life thinking you need a lot. I thought the same thing when I was thinking about what to pack. Clothes for spring, summer, autumn, winter, a small collection of my favorite mangas and books, the cute stationery I've been collecting over the years, my favorite anime figurines and nendroids, and useless notebooks with stories surreal enough to consider a child's...

But the longer I let my mind roam, the more I realized that everything I deemed necessary didn't seem as important to me now as it was before. I remember taking all those things out of my travel luggage and shoved in the only few clothes I thought was my favorite, the scarf Gramps made for me when I was twelve, the two albums of CDs that I bought over the years with the money I saved, the CD player and the pair of headphones he bought for me during my 14th birthday (it was adorable. Some people would consider that word to be the last thing you'd call an elderly man, but how could he not be when he tried so hard to search about modern trends just to know what a typical teenager like me would like?), my switch, my wallet, and my phone, my camera, and a photo of my mother. 

I was only fifteen, and in the future half of these things might be useless to me, but I just had to keep them as a reminder that I did have a good childhood. One that I would be willing to look back on when I'm old enough. 

As for everything else, I will leave them as pieces of me. I thought that maybe leaving behind things I owned would be evidence that I lived in this house, alongside my grandfather and the memories he had before me. 

I previously thought that it would be too soon for me to get used to not having Gramps in my life. I was aware of the fact that someday, I'm gonna have to live life alone, perhaps start a new family if I was allowed to. Until now, I still couldn't get used to the foreign feeling of having him gone.

I saw the signs that foreshadowed events of my soon-to-be solitary life, but I thought if I innocently ignored them, they wouldn't happen so soon. 

Of course, I knew about his sickness. Despite my intelligence, I tried to keep hoping that he would at least be alive to see me grow into an adult, to send me to college, or even live long enough to see me get married like he did, like my mother did. I noticed the whites in his eyes getting yellower. I noticed his usually tanned skin getting paler and paler. 

I saw the bloody handkerchiefs he stuck into jars. Whenever I did the laundry, I took them out of there and removed the stains like it was the most natural thing. I recalled his lessons on stain removal, not just on clothes but on various things such as carpets, rugs, or even curtains. I folded those handkerchiefs like they hadn't been tainted with blood moments ago. I acted like he was still okay, like he was taking care of himself. 

But it all backfired in the end.

...

In front of my house stops an opulent car, causing me to immediately straighten up as I freed myself from the thoughts that plagued my mind. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously, my brows twitching when I spotted a man dressed in fine clothing stepping out of the car. 

Almost everything about him felt 'out-of-this-world'. His suit was obviously in the style of 18th-19th century European fashion, but it felt somehow modern that he stood out enough to be mistaken for an actor who had the role of a nobleman (the kind you see in anime or in dramas). His hair seemed to shine like specks of gold under the sun. His eyes were just shrouded with mystery, the kind that makes you think he had already seen everything, from the beginning of time up to the day earth is shattered by an asteroid. 

To conclude, he looked like a man straight out of a drama, and I never thought I'd live long enough to meet such a person. 

I slid my headphones around my neck as he approached me with a gentle smile, the kind that could mean a lot of things other than 'kindness'. I knew he was being genuine with his actions, but it was the constant wariness that I felt around other people that made me think otherwise. Things that don't appear to be what they truly are throw me off, I forgot if I was ever like this before.

He looked human, but he didn't feel like it. 

The man crouched in front of me. I was sitting on one of the steps, clutching tightly on the CD player in my hands. 

His gaze softens as he speaks, "You must be Gin."

I nod, "Yeah. Are you... Comte?"

I’ve been thinking about posting this for a while now, though I think it will mostly end up being a series of random one-shot stories of my OC interacting with IkeVamp and IkeRev characters. Since Gin is only fifteen (15), her relationship with the ikevamp characters will remain platonic, their interactions are going to be a brother/sister kind of thing. 

Such is not the case with the ikerev suitors though. Like I mentioned in the notes, they will be around Gin’s age. 

Also, if you still can’t tell, Gin has a type of synesthesia that allows her to see smells or scents as small shapes and colors.

#ikemen vampire #ikemen revolution #ikevamp fanfiction #ikerev fanfiction #ikerev x ikevamp crossover #crossover fanfiction #oc

[lorei-writes]

[ID: A flashlight is positioned at the left edge of the banner. Words “Ikemen Flash Exchange” are written over the light produced by it./end ID]

Hello!

Ah, it is hard not to sound like a cheesy recruiter. To be brief: do you want to chat with people in the fandom? Have you ever considered making any type of FanContent? Perhaps you don’t really know where to start and feel a bit shy? Or maybe you’ve already created something and want some inspiration? Then this may be for you! Please, do read on!

What is the Exchange?

Exchange is an event where we come together and create. However, think of it more as of sharing inspiration, not necessarily gifting - it’s just supposed to be fun for everybody. We are not aiming for any sort of perfection.

Who can participate in the exchange? Any person who is at least 13 years old.

What Fandoms do I have to be in? Either Ikemen Sengoku or Ikemen Vampire (at least one of the two is required). However, if there is an opportunity for it, it may happen you will have an option to create for Ikemen Revolution or Mystic Messenger* as well! *- neither Ikemen Revolution nor Mystic Messenger are required, it is just a side option that may or may not come up

Where will it happen? On Ikemen Flash Exchange Discord server. (Find the invitation link in the pinned post on my blog <- Tumblr doesn’t like posts with external links).

What are the requirements for finished works? Minimum one work, 150-300 (+/- 30) words for any written form and rough sketch/sketch for art. 2 works max.

Deadline? 2 weeks, can be extended.

How many people can participate in the Exchange? 20-ish, but everybody is welcome to join and hang out :) Hey, if we ever repeat it, you’ll already be in the server and know everybody a little more! People limit may change then too.

Slow down, how is it all going to work? How do I join?

... Yes, I got ahead of myself.

First, you’ll have to join Ikemen Flash Exchange discord server (invite link in the pinned post on my blog). It has a common area for everybody, so you do not have to take part in the exchange itself - you can just come, hang around and perhaps see how it all looks from the outside.

If you want to join the Exchange, you will be asked to fill out a survey. In it, you will be asked question about your favourite characters, what characters you can create for, etc.

Based on the results of the survey, the participants will be divided into an appropriate number of groups. Each group will have the category only they can see.

Now, your group will be given information on what are favourite characters of people from outside your group. They will be picked in such a way that it will be guaranteed you can make something.

You as a group will have to divide the work in such a way that each person you got information about is covered for. You will have a chat where you’ll be able to discuss that, ask for help, share ideas, etc.

Then, any time before the deadline, you can post your work to share-share-share channel. After the time is due, I will make those visible to every person in the server. Boom, end of the exchange!

What if I can’t make it in time/ need help with something?

If you can’t make it in time, just tell me. If more people are in similar situation, the deadline may be extended. Otherwise - hey, I’m not taking active part in the exchange for that reason. I will cover for you.

If you need help with anything writing-related, you can reach out to people in your group, or to me directly, whichever you’re more comfortable with.

Do I have to post it anywhere?

Only share-share-share channel on the server. Other than that - nope!

Can I talk about our projects with the people from the other group?

Communication like that between groups is not encouraged, but it’s not prohibited either. Overall, yeah, just make sure you talk only about your project without specifying who is your “victim” if you choose to do so - some people may want to have a surprise, so you know, let’s keep that in mind and not spoil anything.

Where can I find server invite link?

In the pinned post @lorei-writes​​​ ! If it does not work, message me directly for a new link :D

Hmm... That’s about it? If you have any question, do feel free to drop them, any way works!

See you around, I suppose?

Lorei

#ikesen #ikevamp #ikemen sengoku #ikemen vampire #ikevam

[littlemissyina]

Masterlist

Will be updated as I post, unless I get so busy then I might just do a periodical dump.

Fluff/SFW

Ikemen Sengoku

Mine - Masamune x OC (Himiko)

Forever Starts Now - Ieyasu x OC (Yumeko)

The Chase - Mitsuhide x MC

Returning to You - Kenshin x OC (Irisa)

Welcome Home - Sasuke x MC/Reader

Strings of Peace - Nobunaga x MC(Mai)

A Handful of Konpeito -  Nobunaga x OC (Riko) w/Oda Forces & Haguro

Valentine’s Day - Sasuke x OC (Yina)

Ohayo, Little One - Mitsuhide x OC (Ichika)

Cool Off, Kitten! - Short Ver / Long Ver -  Masamune, OC (Yumi Kawashima), cackling soldiers

Happy Birthday, Mai! - Short Ver / Long Ver - Mitsuhide, MC/Mai

Her Return - Short Ver / Long Ver - Mitsuhide, OC (Ichika Saito)

My Lucky Charm Series - Nobunaga x OC (Yina)

Falling

Sticky Situation

Sweet Droppings

Ikemen Revolution

Beautiful - Kyle x MC (Modern Day AU || TW: Miscarriage)

Ikemen Vampire

Wrapped - Isaac x OC (Cantera)

Yes, Daddy - Le Comte x MC/Reader

Just Ten Minutes - Sebastian, Leo, Theo, Vincent, OC (Yina)

Enough - OC (Yina)

Ice Cream for Two - Short Ver / Long Ver - Theo, OC (Sofie Taylor), wasted ice cream

A3!

Cake Face - Azami Izumida, OC (Megumi)

NSFW

Ikemen Sengoku

Janukurpara - Mitsunarix MC(Mai)

Ikemen Revolution

Marital Bliss - Zero x OC (Cutie)

Ikemen Vampire

Additional Training - Theo x OC (Yina) x OC (Evelyn)

Needs Sugar - Theo x MC x Arthur

Not Cold Enough - Theo, OC (Sofie Taylor)

A3!

Priorities - Itaru Chigasaki, OC (Megumi)

SPECIAL EVENTS

AllOverKinkTober 2019 Masterlist

It’s You, Cara - IkeVamp Holiday Exchange Gift - Leonardo x MC

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS

Ikemen Sengoku

Hitomi Kurosawa

Ichika

Ichika’s Backstory - The Perfect Fit - Prologue // 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7

Ikemen Revolution

Ikemen Vampire

Yiseña “Yina” la Madrid

My Touken Ranbu works have been moved to my specific TR sideblog, please click here.

#fanfiction #masterlist #ikemen sengoku #ikemen revolution #ikemen vampire #fics by yina

[edgarbright]

A History of Cradle

A timeline covering the past 500 years of Ikemen Revolution’s Wonderland

Spoilers below, of course!

After realizing I might have made a silly timeline mistake in a fic, I’m making a valiant effort to organize what happens when and to whom! Ideally this will be a fully comprehensive timeline and include all characters and their backstories. Sources will continue to be added, such as which route and part that information comes from.

Events that happen after Alice the Second falls into Cradle will not be included. Backstories only!

This is still a hot mess because the site is fighting me on formatting. Things will look prettier in the future!

If you see an error or have extra info to add, please send me a message! I’ll definitely and happily credit you. <3

Last updated: April 26, 2019

(Clash in Cradle Story Event Included!)

500 years ago

A united Cradle under a single royal family splits into two halves: the Reds and Blacks

Jonah: "Five hundred years ago, the Red and Black were actually part of the same royal family. Until there was a struggle for succession that split the family in two, leaving the old royal castle abandoned." (Jonah's Route, part 23)

Edgar: "They say the war between Red and Black has gone on for centuries, but-- what if the history books are all lying to us?" (Fenrir's route, part 12)

??? years ago

Alice the First falls into Wonderland

??? years ago

The Magic Tower begins its research

A book in Kyle’s clinic: “A public institution tasked with the study of magic for the advancement of our country. It is here that Magic Crystals are refined and managed.” (Lancelot’s route, part 5)

Unknown when they began experimenting on human subjects

Amon to Lancelot: "You know full well how long we've been experimenting on humans. This is just one of the ways I've discovered for stealing away magic power." (Lancelot's route, part 24)

??? years ago

The Magic Tower and the King of Hearts begin colluding

Lancelot: “[It] goes back generations” (Lancelot’s Route, part 18)

Harr: "The King of Hearts and the leaders of the Magic Tower have been colluding in secret for generations. Their goal is to realize certain ambitions they share." (Sirius's route, part 20)

100 years ago (Edgar's route, part 20)

The Jack of Hearts attempts a coup d’etat against the King and Queen of Hearts. The rebellion fails. The Jack is given a trial, a sentencing, and a beheading. All his descendants are further punished and forced into a secret pact with the King and Queen.

Edgar: "It started 100 years ago. One of my ancestors committed a terrible crime. Though he was the Jack of Hearts, he conspired to overthrow the King and Queen of Hearts. But his rebellion ended in failure. He was tried by the king and queen for his crimes and sentenced to beheading."

Edgar: "But that wasn't enough. His entire family had to be punished for what he had done. And so, by order of the king and queen, the next jack was forced into a secret pact with the king and queen. To atone for his sins, the Bright family was ordered [to] take on the dark side of the Red Army's affairs forevermore."

Edgar on being the Jack of Hearts: "His occupation is scheming and assassination."

Edgar: "I was born a sinner. Every Jack of Hearts is doomed to embrace his wife with blood-soaked hands and lead his children down the same, dark path. He becomes a true demon."

??? years ago

Lancelot’s (?) mother dies of illness

Lancelot: "My mother was lost to illness when I was very young. And apparently my father didn't visit her enough during that time." (Say I Do! Story Event, Lancelot's Sweet End)

Lancelot: "Even in my most distant memories, I never saw my parents together. I was under the impression that they hadn't actually wanted to get married, but--" (Say I Do! Story Event, Lancelot's Sweet End)

The Red Army dress worn by the King's Beloved, last worn by Lancelot’s mother at her wedding, goes missing

Jonah: "If I remember correctly, the official story is that it's inherited by whomever the King of Hearts loves.” (Say I Do! Story Event, Lancelot's Route)

Old Woman in the Hearts Quarter and Lancelot's mother's friend: "So far, the dress has only been worn by those from certain families that have been approved by the Red Army." (Say I Do! Story Event, Lancelot's Route)

Unbeknownst to everyone for years, per Lancelot when he later finds it: "This dress was in storage at my mother's family home... It's no wonder I didn't find it-- I only searched the home I was raised in, and places directly related to the army." (Say I Do! Story Event, Lancelot's Sweet End)

19 years ago

Jonah (8) has a birthday party hosted by the Clemence family. No one realizes Luka (6) was not invited until the day of the event. Jonah throws a tantrum and brings Luka along anyway. Luka is allowed to stay but is seated furthest away from him. Jonah is instructed to stop crying and is ordered to keep smiling throughout the party, which he forcefully does. His face hurts so much once it’s over Jonah cries again afterward. (Jonah's Birthday Story Event I, Brotherly Love)

18 years ago

Edgar's father (?), the Jack of Hearts, dies a slow death. It is stated as illness but he was poisoned by his younger brother, Claudius (27).

Claudius regarding his older brother: "He was a coward who was satisfied to bend and scrape before the King of Hearts just because of some old pact. He could have used his strength, position, and riches for so much more. I must have told him that a thousand times, but he just didn't get it. That's why-- I had to eliminate him." (Edgar's route, part 25)

Regarding how Claudius killed his brother. Edgar: "But you told me my father died of an illness--" Claudius: "Making his death look like an illness was the simplest thing in the world. I taught you how to use slow-acting poison to finish off your prey, didn't I?" (Edgar's route, part 25)

Claudius becomes the next Jack of Hearts and takes custody of his nephew, Edgar (7).

Edgar: "When I was seven, my father died of illness and my uncle, then 27, became the next jack. He taught me everything a jack needs to know." (Edgar's Route, part 20)

Claudius teaching Edgar to not hold emotional attachments to others: "The first rule of the Jack of Hearts is to never grow attached to any of your pawns." (Edgar's route, part 21)

Example of how Claudius manipulates Edgar when they are in a disagreement (as seen when Edgar is 25 years old): "Edgar. Have you forgotten who raised you after your father died? You're a good boy, so I know you'll come to see the light. You would never abandon me, would you? You're my beloved son." (Edgar's route, part 21)

Edgar: "Suddenly, memories of my childhood flashed before my eyes. The days he [Claudius] spent 'educating' me in all the special skills I could never learn in school. The time he locked me in a tiny, dark room as punishment for crying when I was scared. No matter how much I shouted and pounded on the door, it wouldn't open. All I could do was hug my knees and sob." (Edgar's route, part 21, His POV)

Edgar: "Before I knew it, I had resigned myself to my fate. Eventually, my uncle's education seemed completely natural to me. And there was nothing I could do. I accepted the fact that I would never be free and got used to the boredom." (Edgar's route, part 21, His POV)

Claudius is Jack at the same time Lancelot’s father is the King of Hearts and the unknown Clemence relative is Queen

Edgar regarding Claudius’s time as Jack of Hearts: "The golden age of the Jack of Hearts's secret dealings was the time of the previous king, queen, and jack." (Edgar's Route, part 20)

(Thinking aloud: Was Claudius working with the King and Queen or was this “golden age” Claudius’s doing considering he still carries a side business after he steps down as Jack? His motive against his brother was in regards to taking ownership of the role as Jack. Claudius is a slave/servant to no one.)

17 years ago

Jonah (10), accepting abuse from bullies, is rescued by Lancelot (12), who steps in to protect Jonah and give the bullies a “taste of their own medicine.” While they had met before, this was the first time Jonah and Lancelot really talked

Jonah: "King Lancelot was only 12 years old then and had yet to claim his title, but he became my king in that moment. I decided that night to suport King Lancelot as his right-hand for the rest of my life." (Jonah's route, part 20)

14 years ago

On the first day of school, Jonah (13) rages at Sirius (16) over daring to be Lancelot's (15) friend. Harr (13) witnesses this exchange. Days later, Jonah challenges Sirius to a duel on the basis Sirius is not worthy of being Lancelot's friend. Jonah loses, and Lancelot consoles him afterwards. (Clash in Cradle Story Event, Queen Route)

Harr: "It all goes back to when we were all attending the same school together. I assume you've heard that the Queen of Hearts [Jonah] has idolized Lancelot since he was very young. Apparently he was very eager to finally be able to attend the same school as Lancelot. On his very first day at that school, the first thing he did was rush straight to see Lancelot. But when he got there, he saw Lancelot and Sirius standing side-by-side, talking and laughing like old friends."

Jonah to Sirius, per Harr: "'How dare this dolt of a farm-boy pretend to be a friend on equal terms with a man of Lancelot's standing!'"

Harr: "I happened to be passing by, and I saw him [Jonah] standing there, stiff and furious and red-faced, screaming those exact words at Sirius.”

Harr: "A few days later, he challenged Sirius to a duel, with the reason being that Sirius wasn't worthy of being Lancelot's friend. Jonah clearly took a great dislike to Sirius the moment he saw him. Jonah was 13 at the time, and Sirius was 16. When you're teenagers, 3 years is a really big age gap. Sirius defeated Jonah, and I can still remember the effort Lancelot had to put in to properly console him."

Harr (13/14) becomes friends with Lancelot (15/16) and Sirius (16/17) at school. The three of them are together for one year.

Sirius: "Back then, Harr was the younger, super bratty one, and Lance was the super serious honor student. They were my friends. My partners." (Sirius's Route, part 20)

Sirius: "The 3 of us only hung out together like that for about a year..." (Sirius's Route, part 20)

13 years ago

Harr (14) is recruited by the Magic Tower and leaves boarding school

Sirius: "Harr quit school when he was 14. His innate magical powers got him scouted. By the Magic Tower. After he went to the Magic Tower, he suddenly cut off all contact with us." (Sirius's Route, part 20)

12 years ago (Edgar's Route, part 20)

Edgar (13) begins helping Claudius, current Jack of Hearts, in the field

Edgar: "[My uncle] taught me everything a jack needs to know. And had me helping him in the field by the time I was 13."

Edgar on why he is so calm about this when he was 13, as explained at age 25: "...my uncle was only fulfilling his duty as the Jack of Hearts [by training him]. I didn't really care [about the things he was made to do while helping his uncle]. Humans don't get to choose who their parents are, after all. If you teach a child about 'scheming and assassination' from the time they're young, it just becomes a 'normal job' to them. Lying, deceiving, and killing-- I never batted an eye at the thought. I didn't feel anything."

(See 18 years ago for details on the conditioning/abuse involved.)

11 years ago

Harr (16) barely escapes the Magic Tower with his life. He goes to the King of Hearts (Lancelot's father) and is summarily exiled from all of Cradle. He goes into hiding in the Forbidden Forest (Sirius's Route, Part 20)

Sirius: "After he went to the Magic Tower, he suddenly cut off all contact with us. Two years later, we finally got news-- In the form of those wanted posters... they decided to treat him as an enemy of the state." (Sirius's Route, part 20)

Sirius: "After Harr was banished, Lance's determination to end the conflict in Cradle grew stronger. He said he was going to become the King of Hearts so he could get rid of the rivalry between Red and Black. And then he was going to clear Harr's name. He said he was going to bring peace to Cradle, and make it a home that Harr could return to." (Sirius's route, part 20)

Harr: "Lancelot, did you know? Your father was the one who banished me from Cradle. After I learned the Magic Tower's secrets, I barely escaped with my life. I went to your father for help--and he cast me out." (Sirius's Route, part 20)

9 years ago

Ray (15) uses magic against assailants attacking/attempting to kidnap a group of students at his boarding school. After initial attempts to stop them physically, the situation escalates into an explosion of magic that can be heard across campus. Witnesses come upon a corridor full of students lying on the ground with Ray the one left standing. Ray is escorted away by a teacher and all witnesses are told not to talk about the incident. (Ray's route, part 17) (Fenrir’s Route, part 18)

The event is known as 'The Day That Went Dark'

Fenrir, confirming their ages: "But when Ray and I were both fifteen-- our school was attacked by someone, and-- a lot of the students were really badly injured.” (Fenrir’s Route, part 18)

Fenrir about the school: "Our boarding school was in the Central Quarter, and there were kids from both the Red and Black Territories there.” (Fenrir’s Route, part 18) He states this to confirm it is not a Red vs Black event.

Fenrir (15) overslept that morning and arrived to witness the aftermath

Fenrir: "I overslept that day, so I was running late. Right when I got to school I heard this huge explosion. I went rushing to where the sound came from, and I saw all these students lying on the ground. And in the middle of them was Ray. He'd been fighting alone, and he was a complete mess." "He-- it wasn't an injury, it was something worse." (Fenrir’s Route, part 18) The worse being Ray’s eyes had turned red and he had used magic.

Fenrir: "Even to this day, no one knows what happened. Not who the attackers were, or what their purpose was-- nothing. People started calling it 'The Day That Went Dark.'" (Fenrir’s Route, part 18)

The absence of the attackers probably means they weren’t as badly injured if they were at all injured, and were able to escape.

After the event, Fenrir does not see Ray again for an undetermined but notable amount of time. The next time they meet on the school rooftop, Fenrir says, "Hey, pal, Long time no see." (Ray's route, part 17)

Ray is deeply effected by the event and the relationship he has with his own magic: "Even if I try to protect someone, all I end up doing is hurting everyone involved. What am I doing? What the hell am I?" (Ray's route, part 17)

8 years ago

Zero (14) begins boarding school and meets Edgar (16/17), who is assigned to help orient him

Zero, when asked about for how long he's known Edgar: "It's crazy to think about, but it's already been eight years." (Edgar's Route, part 8/9)

Zero: "I first met [Edgar] at the boarding school he attended in the Central Quarter. I entered partway through the year. Actually, it was my first time attending school ever. Before that, I lived in the Magic Tower. It's a long story, but I left. So, at the age of 14, I was put into a boarding school in the Central Quarter. The school assigned Edgar the role of watching me, as well as helping me get used to school." (Edgar's Route, part 9)

Zero: "Edgar got top grades in every subject and all the teachers loved him. He was a total honor student." (Edgar's Route, part 9)

Zero: "Even when we were students, Edgar was already as good with a sword as the fencing instructor." (Edgar's Route, part 9)

Sirius (22) graduates and takes over the family business (flower farm + Canis Major flower shop)

Sirius: "At the time I had zero interest in joining [the Black Army]. When I graduated, I went home and took over the family business right away. But a year after I started working, I got an unexpected letter from Harr, who was still on the run." (Sirius’s route, part 20)

8 - 7 years ago (Loki’s Route, part 21)

Loki (11), during his 11th birthday party at the Genetta home, accidentally unleashes his magic power for the first time while trying to rescue a frightened stray cat that had wandered into the garden.

His magic burst out uncontrollably and destroyed half of his house and injured his friends and family.

His left eye took on a red tint after the incident.

Loki believes this all happened because his magic had been bottled up for so long

(Thought: This insinuates magic is presented much earlier in Cradle children.)

That same day, Loki's parents got in contact with the Magic Tower and agreed to have their son taken in by them.

Later that night, when a cold rain began to fall, his parents packed and abandoned Loki, despite him begging them not to leave him. The Disciples of Magic came and collected him from the ruined house.

The Magic Tower brought him in with the intention of using him in their experiments.

Disciple 1: "His powers are outstanding-- they may even be on par with Harr's."

Disciple 1: "There's no reason for you to ever go home. Your parents don't even want you anymore."

Unknown how long Loki spent in the Magic Tower

(NOTE: I am placing that Loki escaped after a year/less than a year because it matches with one of my earlier theories. Loki is also still noted as being a child by other characters when they first met him.)

After Loki "risked it all to escape, Harr found him."

Harr: "I'll take care of your pursuers from the Magic Tower. I saw them bringing you in. But you'll never have to step foot in that place again. Come with me. I promise I will keep you safe."

And Loki went with Harr and Harr kept his promise.

7 years ago

Kyle (16) and Lancelot (22) join the Red Army

Kyle: "Lance and I joined the army at the same time. So I've seen this [Lancelot passing out from using his magic] plenty of times before." (Lancelot's route, part 9)

Harr (20), in exile, sends letters to Lancelot (22) and Sirius (23). He asks them to meet him at the old ruins in the Forbidden Forest. Lancelot and Sirius are not informed the other will be there. The meeting goes south, Harr is chased back into the forest by Lancelot, and Lancelot and Sirius have a falling out. (Sirius’s route, part 20)

Sirius: "But a year after I started working [at the family flower shop], I got an unexpected letter from Harr, who was still on the run. It said 'I want to meet you, outside Cradle. We need to talk.' I didn't mind what his reasons were. I was just worried about him. So I followed the map he sent, and I ended up here [at the ruins]. But I got a surprise when I arrived. Lance was also here -- and he'd joined the Red Army not long before that." (Sirius's route, part 20)

Further notation that Lancelot is new to the Red Army, per Harr: "Lancelot. You've joined the Red Army now." (Sirius’s route, part 20)

Lancelot on his behavior towards Harr: "I couldn't tell Harr, either [about the collusion between the Red Army and the Magic Tower/Amon]. I didn't want him to get dragged any further into the red darkness that's plagued my family for generations. The Magic Tower was still after him, and I thought the only safe place for him was to stay outside Cradle." (Sirius's route, part 23)

Lancelot on his behavior towards Sirius: "And there's a very simple and obvious reason why I didn't tell you [Sirius] [about the situation with Amon]. You hate war, don't you? I don't care how suited your skills are to being a soldier, an army uniform has never suited you. An apron and a watering can--that's what suits you best." (Sirius's route, part 23)

Not long after this meeting, Sirius gives up on his dream to run the flower shop and joins the Black Army

Sirius either before or after he joins the BA: "I tried to find out what Harr meant by these secrets and ambitions, but-- I was never able to get close to the truth." (Sirius’s route, part 20)

Ray: "You know... Sirius had already been in the Black Army for years by the time Fenrir and I joined. And up until I joined, they'd been begging him non-stop to become the king." "But apparently he just kept turning them down. And the reason he gave was that he wasn't capable of it." (Sirius's route, part 12)

??? years ago (Lancelot’s Route, part 18)

The King of Hearts (Lancelot’s father) has been attempting to end the collusion between the Magic Tower and the Red Army for some time. (Unknown when these attempts began). He makes good progress with Jabberwock Sr. (Amon’s father)

Lancelot: "My father knew that Amon planned to rule this country, and he regarded him as dangerous. He was working to crush those evil ambitions..." (Sirius's route, part 23)

Amon (?) murders his own father and takes control of the Magic Tower. Then--

Amon extracts the King of Hearts’s soul, leaving him little better than a motionless doll

Lancelot: “Though he was technically alive, he was as good as dead.”

Before the day is done, Amon makes a surprise visit to Lancelot (?) at Red HQ, where they meet for the first time. Amon reveals how the relationship between the Red Army and the Magic Tower is going to work. Amon makes it clear Harr and Sirius’s souls will be taken if Lancelot hurts/kills Amon. The lives of Cradle are also being held hostage due to the Magic Tower’s stash of hidden Magic Crystals. Amon offers Lancelot the chance to join him in his work, to which Lancelot has no choice but to agree.

Amon corrects himself at this meeting from calling Lancelot “Lancelot” to “the King of Hearts"

Lancelot claims the throne as the King of Hearts and takes command of the Red Army

Lancelot: "When I succeeded my father, I swore an oath with Amon in my father's place. We'd rule Cradle together-- me publicly, and him behind the scenes. Amon told me that if I didn't swear that oath, he would burn this entire country to ash." (Sirius's route, part 23)

Lancelot: “I pretended to agree to his plan, hoping to get close to him and eventually catch him off guard. I was searching for his hidden cache of Magic Crystals so that I could destroy them all. But to manage that, I also needed him to believe that I was going along with him. That I shared his ambitions." (Sirius's route, part 23)

Amon, expecting Lancelot to betray him, has the Magic Tower make covert skirmishes against the Red Army and Lancelot over the years (Lancelot’s Route, part 24)

Amon: "You see, all those skirmishes I've instigated over the years were meant to drain you of your magical powers." Lancelot: "And you think I didn't realize that?" (Lancelot's route, part 24)

(Theory: these attacks are probably blamed on the Black Army.)

??? years ago

Kyle (?) finds Loki (?), who is passed out on the ground and a mess. Kyle notes that it seemed like Loki was on the run from something. It is their first meeting. (Loki’s route, part 14)

Kyle: "The reason [Loki] buddied up to me in the first place is-- I happened upon him after he had fainted from using too much magic. So I took care of him.”

(Food for thought: does this mean Kyle took Loki to his home to care for him or did he take Loki to the Red Army HQ infirmary?)

A general "years earlier" is given for time frame.

Loki and Kyle’s friendship begins

??? years ago

Luka (?) graduates and goes against Red Territory by joining the Black Army instead

Luka: "After graduation, I decided to join the Black Army. So, Ed and I became enemies." (Edgar’s route, part 19)

Edgar: "The Jack of Spades may be my enemy, but he is also my friend." (Fenrir's route, part 12)

??? years ago

Edgar (?) graduates, and at some point joins the Red Army

The process of replacing Claudius in the Red Army is unknown

Zero regarding Edgar leaving on “family business” from the Red Army: "This happens from time to time. He'll disappear for a day, but he'll be right back to work the next morning." (Edgar's Route, part 8)

Edgar regarding the Jack's pact with the King and Queen: "After those two [Lancelot and Jonah] took on their titles, they haven't issued an order for dark plots or assassinations."  (Edgar's route, part 20) 

Zero (?) graduates from boarding school and joins the Red Army despite having no lineage to speak of

Zero: "After we [Edgar and Zero] graduated, I had nowhere to go. Until he practically forced me to join the Red Army. I'm the person I am today because of him. Though I'm still not sure if I should be grateful or not." (Edgar's Route, part 9)

??? years ago

Civilians besiege the Red Army Headquarters

This is the event which earns Lancelot (?) the nickname the Beautiful Beast

Edgar: "A band of civilians once stormed the Red barracks trying to kill the soldiers. When the military holds all the power, it's pretty common for civilians to resent them. They took us by surprise, so there were quite a few casualties on our side. Until [Lancelot] showed up, saber in hand. And then the fight was over in mere moments."

Alice: "[Lancelot] took out all the attackers by himself?"

Edgar: "That's right. His swordsmanship was breathtaking -- even I thought so. He's incredibly strong even when he doesn't use magic. Almost seems unfair." (Lancelot's Route, part 12)

(THINKING ALOUD: Was it actually the civilians attacking due to unrest or was this another one of Amon’s traps? Lancelot not using magic would have thwarted Amon’s scheme if so...)

Half a month ago

Lancelot’s (29) father, the prior King of Hearts, is killed and his body is hung on the Black Bridge

Lancelot: “I found his corpse hanging from the Black Bridge, as if it was put there on display.” (Lancelot’s Route, part 18)

Ray: "Half a month ago Lancelot's father--the former King of Hearts--was murdered." (Jonah's Route, part 10)

Perpetrator unknown but Lancelot theorizes it was Amon

The reason for this murder was likely to fabricate a reason for the Red and Black Armies to fight. It works, and Lancelot uses it on Day 0 when declaring war.

Day 0

At a meeting in the Garden, Lancelot and the Red Army declare war on the Black Army

The armies have never gone to war before despite 500 years of conflict

The reason Lancelot gives is due to the murder of his father by the Black Army

Lancelot makes it clear he intends to absorb the Black Army into the Red Army

Later that night, Alice the Second falls into Wonderland, right into the Garden...

Special thanks to

@kashimalin for helping to source the former King of Hearts’s DOD

@tenjouu for spotting Sirius’s-graduation-to-Harr’s-letter time frame

@itsmcdlove27 for highlighting Lancelot’s beautiful beast moment

@myotomespace for source correction! <3

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Congrats on 1,000 followers! I think it’s so cool that you’re doing this blind date thing! If it’s alright I’d like to request... Location: The zoo! Fandom: Ikemen Revolution!

Thank you anon! I do try my best when coming up with ideas for followers celebrations. I’m glad that this is so well-received! 

Celebration Event; Blind Dates

Fandom: Ikemen Revolution

Date Location: the Zoo

You knew that your date was popular amongst many, animals not excluded. That caring mothering vibe was sensed by all that breathed and lived. It was an aura, so unmistakably intertwined with his character.

“Aren’t you adorable,” the Queen of Hearts spoke as he tickled a llama behind its ears, the fluffy animal allowing for the man to come close despite having scorned everyone else. It incited envy, though you weren’t sure of what you exactly felt jealous of.

“Do you want to get closer?” the male questioned, his eyes never leaving the animal as he continued to pet the obstinate llama. An exchange between you and the animal told you enough, the llama wasn’t willing, still and you let go of a sigh.

“Don’t be like that, be friendly,” came the scolding voice of the man and for a bit you were about to snap, not liking the tone that Sirius had taken with you, or his obliviousness over the rivalry that you seemed to be having with a damn fluffy animal.

“See, adorable, not?” A heavy hand landed on top of your head as the male smiled down at you, the llama warily following after as it lowered its head towards yours, a mocking and suspicious look exchanged before allowing you to reach out and pet the llama, a blush hot on your cheeks as you realised that he had been addressing the animal instead.

“What was that pout for?” Sirius asked after a while, a knowing smile on his lips. You could only scoff at the perspective man.

“Tease,” you stuck out your tongue at him, rolling your eyes, but you allowed the man to come closer nonetheless, letting your lips be captured by his. 

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