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maries-gallery · 10 months

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IT HAS BEEN A HOT MINUTE SINCE I LAST WROTE FOR IKEREV. But am ready to delve in this fandom again even if just to make @kissmetwicekissmedeadly crazy over Fenrir content.

This is not supposed to be anything big, just something to unwind and have some fun. So it is probably very random.

genre: fluff, comedy

warnings: none, just two fools in love

Every once in a while, Fenrir likes to surprise you in the morning. With a nice breakfast and some quiet time to snuggle and cuddle under the covers.

Only these don’t always turn out as planned.

“You talk in your sleep, you know?” Fenrir says, as he observes you slowly emerge from slumber.

You squint, hand coming up to cover your features from the bright rays of the sun filtering in through the curtains. You chuckle, glancing up at your boyfriend who lies beside you, propped on his elbow as he observes you with gentle magenta eyes.

He loves watching you emerge from slumber, features still clouded with sleep, vision hazy and hair a sprawled mess on your pillow. He wants nothing more than to pepper your features with kisses as his heart explodes in his chest, submerged by his love for you.

“And what do I say?” You ask, a questioning smile on your lips.

A boyish smile curves his lips, and you know you are in for a fun time, thoughts confirmed as he manages his best impression of you, “Oh Fenrir! I love you! You’re the best, the strongest, the-”

“No!” You interrupt, golden chuckles rising like bubbles in the room as you gently push him back on the pillow. “What did I really say?”

Fenrir’s eyes meet yours, bright with amusement as he offers you a knowing smile, “You really want to know?”

“Yes I do!”

“Well, you said you wanted pastas for breakfast,” He says, turning away from you to lift something from the nightstand before looking back at you with a smile, “So I brought you pastas for breakfast.”

Your eyes fall on the plate in his hands, entangled spaghettis lying in a pool of tomato sauce.

Dread takes over your features, “You’re not serious?”

He must have been joking, there was no way in hell this plate of spaghettis could be for you. As you could not imagine yourself eating pasta straight in the morning.

Silence falls between the two of you, his eyes holding yours.

Until he breaks in a laugh and rubs the back of his neck.

“You asked for them!” He says, voice alight with amusement.

“No! I did not!” You insist.

Your boyfriend lies beside you, plate of pasta long forgotten as he places it back on the nightstand.

He turns back to you, “Well, what do you want then?”

You roll your eyes playfully, propping yourself up on your elbow to face him, a hand coming to his cheek.

“You silly!” I want you!”

And before he gets a chance to answer, you seal his lips with yours, Fenrir slowly smiling in the kiss as he returns it, a hand coming to rest in the dip of your waist.

You part, close enough to share your breaths, “Well who am I to refuse, then?”

He leans in for another kiss, you stop him with a hand on his chest.

“Did I really say that? In my sleep, I mean, did I really say that I wanted pasta for breakfast?” You ask, and damn if he does not find the doubt in your eyes to be the cutest thing in the world.

A light peck falls on your nose, “No you did not. That’s for me.”

Your lips meet again.

“What did I say then?” You ask, breathless.

He breaks out in a grin, caressing your cheek, “I don’t know, it was too sleepy for me to understand.”

He’ll never tell you that you in fact did say you wanted pasta for breakfast and that he jumped on your request and went to the kitchen at 5am to make you pasta.

Which had apparently a bad idea he’d have to pay for as it was now obvious he’d have to eat them himself.

But anything to have you smiling and happy. Even if it meant eating cold pasta in the morning as you ate a fresh pastry from the kitchen with a smile on your face.

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xxsycamore · 2 years

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—𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘊𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘰 𝘠𝘰𝘶

► SYNOPSIS:

Walking next to Luka, one of his hands occupied with your own, the other carrying a picnic basket, you already consider this a perfect birthday. What more could you wish for?

▍luka x reader ▍rating: G ▍tags: Birthday surprises; Fluff; Picnics; Autumn themes; Cuddles and Kisses ▍wordcount: 1,288

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▍a/n: Today is a very special day because it's the birthday of a very special person!! 🥺🥺 Happy Birthday, dear @chaosangel767. It's hard to express all my love into a single message!! You're amazing in every way, from a super talented writer to an amazing friend, your sole presence in this fandom leaves me all smiley and warm inside! We're lucky to have you, your works, your support, your humor (!), all of your collaborations that makes this place more than just a community. Thank you for being my friend dear Chaya and stay the amazing person you are <3 I hope you like this lil gift I prepared!

Walking next to Luka, one of his hands occupied with your own, the other carrying a picnic basket, you already consider this a perfect birthday. Recently, he's been busy with work, and you heart has grown fonder for the small moments of intimacy the more you missed them. As if reading your mind, when you two got up from bed this morning - well, when you finally got up from bed after the well-in order cuddle session intertwined with birthday wishes and all other sweet nothings - Luka suggested going for a picnic. You had to patiently wait for him to prepare the food without sneaking as much as a peek in the kitchen - you'd hate to ruin his surprise! - no matter how good it smelled. You caught a whiff of apple pie, of the unmistakable scent of cinnamon that enters your everyday more and more recently, and other delights you tried not to figure out with your nose alone.

And now here you are, and here he is - the contains of the basket still warm underneath the soft blanket covering them, and Luka's hand in yours even warmer.

The path ahead is familiar. It is leading to what could as well be your favorite spot in the whole of Cradle, even if picking one is nearly impossible. Wonderland deserves its name. One life wouldn't be enough to explore all there is to it.

For all well-known pretty sights there are, you're somehow always taken by the ones staying in the shadow. When you and Luka found this small hill not far from the heart of black territory, you wondered how the place isn't more popular. The most remarkable thing about it has to be the big old maple tree standing tall in all its glory atop of the hill.

The hill is rather small and once you go up, you'll find a rather flat area, with a pond situated not far from the tree itself. A tranquil and beautiful place, upon discovering it, you and Luka have come here a dozen of times already. Both admiring the scenery, on one of your picnics Luka asked if you liked the area because it was untouched by human hands. Looking at him upside-down as he'd offered his lap in lieu of a better cushion, you told him that as much as you liked that fact, a part of you wishes someone would make this place bloom to its full potential, imagination trailing off in little add-ons as the sun above made you sleepy…

It was just another conversation between him and you. In fact, you have forgotten all about it. Until now.

As soon as you and Luka make it up the hill, you look up from your feet as you've been trailing off in random thoughts again - and you gasp. Your favorite spot is right in front of you, just as you remember it - for the most part. A beautiful curved bridge is now spreading across the middle of the pond - the pond itself looking better than ever, the water clearer, the surrounding fauna visibly flourishing. You speed up ahead still holding to Luka, and closer up you see that there are even water lilies in the pond now.

"Let's go lay the blanket and I'll tell you all about it."

You nod enthusiastically, keeping your curiosity at bay for the time being. Your belly produces a soft growl and suddenly the basket's contains make for a more intriguing sight.

"Oh, they're shaped like tree leaves!" You exclaim and pick up a cookie from the basket. Outlined with crème and even the veins of the leaf drawn on it, it's unmistakably close to the real thing, speaking volumes of the precise work Luka has put into making them. As if to further bold the comparison, a leaf from the maple tree dances around you in its fall, grazing your cheek before landing on your folded knees.

Luka gently puts it away before smiling at you. You lean in and kiss him, catching him unprepared when he thought you're too impatient to put the cookie in your mouth instead. His cheeks start to feel hotter the more he admires the sight of you admiring him - and his work. In shortly, he explains about the renovation of the spot.

"…And, that's why I've been so busy recently. I'm sorry that I had to spend less time with you. I really wanted to prepare this for you after our conversation."

You're speechless - not only does your dear Luka listens and remembers even the most trivial things in your everyday life as couple, but he also put in so much effort into turning into reality one of your stray daydreams. Not being able to do much more than blink in awe while he talks, the second he's done you throw yourself in his arms - nearly sending him off balance.

He strokes your back lovingly as you whisper countless thank-you's, withdrawing just to ask for additional details and then hugging him anew. He lets you know that his army unit helped him with many of the tasks, but for the most part it was just him and the slowly descending sun in the distance. He had asked Sirius for advice for nourishing the existing fauna around the place. He also confesses that the hardest part was rejecting you when you asked to come here while still in the process of renovation, in order to keep it a secret…

"Ah, I almost forgot. Ed will be joining us here soon. He probably wants to greet you in person. I wonder if he'd like the place, too."

"Mhm! He definitely would! We should save some of the cookies for him, then. He needs to see all of your hard work, not just for the place."

Luka chuckles shyly, gathering what's left from the food in the basket for later on.

"He also mentioned something about taking the Creek family here to try out the pond… I told him he'd look ridiculous marching with them all way into black territory, but he seemed so jovial about it."

You look at him in disbelief, nearly exploding in laughter in the next moment. Wasn't Ed just joking? It's always a little hard to determine when your friend is serious so you can't blame Luka.

In the same time, a strong gust of wind comes by. The orange-red leaves of the maple tree, previously intact on their places due to the lack of wind in the beginning in autumn, now set off for a beautiful dance. They come falling down at you and Luka, and you can't find it in yourself to move an inch. Laughter still alive on your lips because of the latest conversation, you let them land all around you, even on top of you, feeling careless like a child in that moment.

Luka is not much different, only moving to hug you from behind.

"You know, when people learn about this place it won't be our secret spot anymore. So I've been thinking…"

"Let's find another one!" You half-turn with sparkling eyes, excitement rising inside you.

"Mhm. We can even start today. If that's alright with you."

You chuckle and lean in closer, your nose caressing Luka's in the brief kiss. A journey around Cradle is ahead of you, it's your birthday, and you're with your favorite person. The cinnamon flavor from the cookies is still lingering in the kiss. Your friends and found family are awaiting your company for a small celebration in the evening. The day is simply, utterly perfect.

Another gust of wind comes by.

"If you stay here a little longer, I'll have to take the rake to find you among the leaves…"

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chaosangel767 · 2 years

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Fall Flowers

Fandom: IkeRev

Pairing: Sirius x Irene Blackwell(OC)

Prompt: Crunching Leaves while walking

Type: SFW - Fluff

WC: 1300+

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The fall air is chilled around the quiet cabin as Sirius approaches. The windows and doors are shut tight against the chill, and hearing a voice singing, he steps around to the back of the cabin, following the path to where the vegetable gardens lay. A figure is hunched over one of the beds, harvesting turnips and potatoes. Her hands stop when she hears the approaching footsteps.

"Moon, I've missed you" her face lights up as she tilts her face up to look at Sirius, her pale green eyes struggle to focus on his face.

“And I've missed you Sunflower" Sirius places down the package he is carrying on a bench and slips his hands out of his gloves.

"You really should go in soon, your freezing" He scolds, cupping her cheeks and noticing the flush developing along her skin.

"Mmm, your so warm" Irene murmurs, shutting her eyes as she melts against his warmth. A flush breaks out on Sirius’s face, a rare gentleness in his amethyst eyes as he glances down at Irene. Noticing the basket full of turnips and potatoes, he chuckles.

"Come on, we can clean what you have, and catch up. I don't want you getting sick" Slipping his gloves into his pocket, he places the basket on the package and picks both up. “Here, I have the basket, just take my arm” He murmurs, helping her get to her feet. Her hand wraps delicately around his arm, following his lead back into the little cabin. Irene leaves his side as they enter the kitchen. Taking the basket of vegetables from him, she motions for the table in the corner of the kitchen.

“Sit Moon, I’ll prepare some tea for us and warm up some muffins,” she nudges the Quene to the table and sets the basket by the sink. Sirius watches as Irene moves confidently around the kitchen, making tea and warming up some of the muffins.

“Is Apple butter alright for the muffins?” Irene asks, placing the kettle on a tray with the muffins.

“Whatever you would like” Sirius answers, watching as she brings the treats over. “Thank you” He takes the offered tea cup and muffin, as she sits across from him. Pleasant conversation fills the cabin as Sirius tells Irene about the antics her brother and Fenrir have been getting into. Irene tells him about the recent outing she had with Anna, Rose, and Aria picking apples and harvesting a huge part of her garden. When the tea runs out and the sun shifts in the sky, Sirius suddenly remembers why he visited Irene in the first place.

“I brought you a present” Sirius sets down the teacup and watches the surprise register on Irene’s face.

“Oh?” Irene tilts her head gently. “Sirius-”

“I wanted to, I know how much take care of others” he can see how hesitant she is and he quickly cuts in. Handing her the package, he guides her hand to the ribbon of the box. “Open it for me?” He holds his breath as Irene ponders accepting the gift before a small smile broke out on her face and she finally nods

“Alright Moon, thank you” Her fingers undo the ribbon, unwrapping the box and opening the lid. Setting the box on her lap, her fingers explore the box.

“Boots?” She guesses and Sirius lets out an affirmative hum as Irene picks them up and trails her fingers along the laces. “There are flowers on the laces” she observes.

“Rose embroidered the boots and laces for me. They have Daisies, irises, and Forget me nots on them.” Sirius explains, watching as Irene’s smile grows.

“You didn’t have to” She whispers softly, her fingers moving to the flowers around the top of the boots and down the side of the laces.

“Having to and wanting to are two completely different things. Rose mentioned to me that your boots were getting worn out and that you needed some new ones. So I got them for you.” Sirius smirks at the memory of Rose relentlessly hinting that Sirius should get her the boots, reminding himself to thank her later. “I know but Rose-” Irene’s voice trails off and her smile only grows, reaching her hand out for Sirius’s hand. “Thank you, Sirius, these boots are amazing” Her face conveys her true feelings and Sirius’s heart beats louder in his chest. Kneeling next to Irene, he takes one of her boots.

“Let me put them on and we can test them out” He murmurs, smiling when she relaxes her leg and lets him lift it on her knee. Slipping off her old worn boots, he ties her new ones, admiring the little flowers that were embroidered with love from Rose. When both boots were on he slowly stands up, noticing Irene wiggling her feet to test them out.

“They are so comfy-” Irene stands up and walks around the kitchen before turning to Sirius with a smile. “Thank you so much” she thanks him again, pressing up on her tippy toes, to kiss his cheek.

“Do you want to come to Headquarters for dinner? I’m sure Ray would love to see you and Luka is cooking your favorite” Sirius offers, watching as Irene lights up at her brother’s name.

“I would love to if it isn’t too much of a hassle. I actually have some stuff for you guys.” Irene perks up at his offer, going over to her pantry and returning with a basket.

“My plants were plentiful this year so I have way more food than I need. I canned some good and made some jams, and teas and I added some apple butter,” she explains sheepishly. Sirius laughs, looking through the basket of goodies and letting out a hum.

“You didn’t have to do this for us Irene” He murmurs and she shakes her head.

“I mean go look at my pantry and gardens. I have plenty, way more than I need. Besides, you guys took care of me for so long and looked after me, let me thank you. Besides as someone I love said, ‘wanting to and having to are two separate things” the amusement in her voice has Sirius shaking his head.

“You can’t use my words against me in the same visit Sunflower” He smiles down, pressing his lips to her cheek. “Very well, let's go bring these treats back to the others, I’m sure no one will turn down all these goodies, those brats can really eat” he laughs, guiding Irene toward the door. The basket in hand. Once they are dressed warmly and Irene holds onto Sirius’s arm, the two leave the cabin, securing it behind them.

The crunching of leaves under their feet fills the air and Irene turns her face to the sun, soaking up the fall sun. Her new boots don’t hurt her feet in the slightest and having Sirius with her makes her day so much better.

“Sirius, can you tell me about the leaves this year?” Irene asks, and Sirius squeezes her arm. His voice is gentle as he describes the meadows, and trees they pass, their leaves now all shades of orange, brown, and red. He tells Irene about the flowers blooming in his family shop. She soaks it all in, absorbing every detail she can, remembering as much detail from her seeing days as she can to understand what they are describing.

Her fingers trace Sirius’s glove whenever she gets overwhelmed and he pauses so she can take a minute to process the information. Their conversation tampers off naturally and silence falls between the two. Irene rests her head on Sirius’s shoulder, processing all the colors and memories of fall. She can feel the warmth of his body, holding her emotions in place as peace washes over them.

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randonauticrap · 7 months

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Cozytober 2023 (aka, my 250 Followers Celebration!)

I'm celebrating 250 followers!! I'm so thankful to all of you who have followed me and interacted with my posts and fics, and to thank you all, I'm combining my annual Cozytober Writing Challenge with my Follower Celebration!

All info and Rules are listed below! This writing challenge is open to everyone, and there's a little something to scratch every itch.

Info:

Dates: October 1st - October 31st Masterlist Posting: November 3rd

I decided to do something a little different this year, so all of the prompts for this event are songs! I handpicked this list from my favorites; some are upbeat and fun, others are a little more somber, and many of them evoke that hazy, haunting mood of the autumn season. I encourage you to listen to them, but it's not a requirement! I will have a link to the lyrics of each song that you are free to use at your leasure.

This challenge is open to Fluff, Slice of Life, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, and Smut for all Ikemen Games, including Ikemen Prince, Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Villains, Ikemen Revolution, and Ikemen Genjiden!

Rules:

NO minors or ageless blogs are allowed to post smut for this challenge.

If you are an ageless blog and you post Smut for this challenge, you will get a single DM warning and the 48 hours following to post your age on your blog, or you will be blocked from my blog. If you are a minor and you post smut for this challenge, you will be blocked on sight. I welcome ageless blogs or minors to write Fluff, Slice of Life, Angst, or Hurt/Comfort!

Please label your fic with the suitor(s) you are using and which ikemen game they come from!

Please also label which genre your fic falls under (ie., Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort/slice of life, smut) and any appropriate content warnings

You can use as many or as few lyrics as you want from a song to use as inspiration! You can also combine songs if you're feeling fancy. Just make sure to list the titles of the song(s), as well as the lyric(s) you're using in your fic in the description.

Example:

Prompt - No. 11: "Love Like Ghosts" Lyric - "Yes I know that love is like ghosts, only few have seen it but everybody talks"

Please use the tag #Cozytober Follower Celebration on your fics so that I can find and reblog them! Please also tag my blog @randonauticrap to make it even easier for me to locate them and add them to the Masterlist! If I haven't reblogged your fic by the end date of the challenge, on October 31st 2023, it probably means I have missed it, so please DM me with a link to your fic and I will reblog. Similarly, if you do not see your fic on the Masterlist when it is posted on November 3rd, please DM me with a link to your fic and I will update the masterlist accordingly.

The last date I will add new fics to the Masterlist is November 15th, so please let me know ASAP if your fic isn't there!

Song & Lyric Links:

She Lit a Fire - Lord Huron (Video/Lyrics)

Welcome Home - Radical Face (Video/Lyrics)

The Yawning Grave - Lord Huron (Video/Lyrics)

The Dead Waltz - Radical Face (Video/Lyrics)

The World Ender - Lord Huron (Video/Lyrics)

Ghost Towns - Radical Face (Video/Lyrics)

Way Out There - Lord Huron (Video/Lyrics)

Always Gold - Radical Face (Video/Lyrics)

Fool For Love - Lord Huron (Video/Lyrics)

Lonesome Dreams - Lord Huron (Video/Lyrics)

Love Like Ghosts - Lord Huron (Video/Lyrics)

Cursed - Lord Huron (Video/Lyrics)

In the Wind - Lord Huron (Video/Lyrics)

The Night We Met - Lord Huron (Video/Lyrics)

Meet Me in the Woods - Lord Huron (Video/Lyrics)

Thank you all again for getting me to 250 followers here on tumblr in the Ikemen Fandom!! I hope you have fun with this challenge, and I CANNOT wait to see your wonderful works! If you have any questions, feel free to pop in my DMs and ask.

Much love and coziness to you!

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ikeromantic · 8 months

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CinderAlice pt. 1

The winner of the IkeRev 1K AU story poll was Cinderella! Featuring the Black Army guys and Alice as Cinderella. Pt. 1/4

Alice felt a trembling excitement in her heart. Her eyes scanned the royal decree nailed to the lamppost just beyond the gates of her home. There would be a ball at the palace and all the citizens of Cradle were invited. That meant even her, she thought, and couldn’t stop a smile from spreading on her cheeks.

“You look happy.”

The unexpected words surprised her and Alice gave a little jump. Turning, she saw Luka. He was just back from his early morning delivery run. A light sheen of sweat graced his brow and his patched work clothes were dusty. His gentle expression was turned to an apologetic frown.

“I didn’t mean to surprise you.” He looked away, his bright amber gaze skittering over the mostly empty street. “I thought you heard my come up.”

Alice always felt a little self-conscious around Luka. He was sweet but shy, and very pretty. He also worked hard - harder than almost anyone she knew. “It’s ok. I was spacing out. It’s just - did you see this?”

Luka nodded. “I saw Sir Godspeed putting them up around town.” He looked back at her, his gaze unexpectedly intense. “Are you going to go?”

“I -” Alice paused. The idea of a royal ball was wonderful. Beautiful people and clothes and good food, music and dancing. But that was for people with money and power, like her step-sisters. They would have pretty dresses and jewelry to wear. But Alice had just her work clothes, and a locket with a picture of her mother and father. “I wish.” She laughed it off and waved a hand toward the poster. “I don’t think parties like that are for me. I don’t even know what I would wear!”

Luka studied her expression. “So you would go if you had a nice dress?”

“Sure, I guess.” She shrugged. “Anyway, I have to get back inside before my stepmom notices how long it’s taking to put out the trash.” Alice took a step back toward the house. “It was good seeing you, Luka!”

He gave her a wave, his face solemn. “I’ll see you later, ok?”

“Yeah,” she grinned and headed back inside. Once home, all her good feelings faded quickly. There was tea to put on and breakfast to make for her step-sisters and step-mother. Then she had to slip upstairs while they ate to clean their rooms and make their beds and gather the day’s washing.

On her way back downstairs, she could hear them chatting about the royal ball. Of course they’d heard about it by now. Anastasia, the eldest of the two, was already certain she would capture the eye of Prince Ray, while Drizella was of the opinion that this would be the perfect time to get close to Sir Godspeed, protector and friend to the prince.

Alice sighed. She didn’t imagine either of them would be capturing anyone’s hearts. They were both too sharp and bitter, always ready with a cruel observation or a cutting remark. But they would get to go and probably have a great time while she would be stuck here at home, dreaming.

“What are you sighing about, girl? Feeling sorry for yourself?” Lady Tremaine’s sharp voice brought Alice back to the immediate present.

“N-no, my lady! I was only - that is, I was thinking - how nice it would be to get to go to the royal ball.” Alice swallowed, nervous. There was no choice but to be honest when the Lady asked a question.

Her step-mother frowned, the expression natural to her severe, gaunt face. “Really? I wouldn’t think you would be interested. But if you like, you can go of course. I won’t stop you. First, you’ll need to complete all your chores. I won’t have the house a mess because of your daydreaming.”

“Thank you, my lady!” Alice felt the first faint glow of hope, and a small smile crept to her lips.

“And you’ll need to figure out what to wear. There isn’t money or time to get you a new gown, so you’ll have to make do.” Lady Tremaine gave her a cold smile bereft of any affection. “If you go dressed like that, it will only embarrass you.”

Alice nodded mutely and stood aside as her step-mother passed her in the hall. She wondered at moments like this what her father had loved in this woman. She couldn’t imagine it. But she could imagine the ways she might get a dress, even with no money.

The rest of the day’s chores sped past, even with Druzilla and Anastasia adding more mess to the usual work load. Alice was in such a good mood, even their teasing couldn’t bring her down. By mid-afternoon, she was done with pretty much everything but dinner service and the Lady’s bath arrangements, but that left her plenty of time to run into town for her own little errand.

She set off for the Central Quarter to make some trades for her dress. There was only about a week to the royal ball, which wasn’t much time. Alice stopped at a tailor’s shop and went around to the servant’s entrance in the back. She knew the workers here, and they liked her. She had helped them out a time or two with hem repairs and other stitchery - so when she asked for odds and ends, whatever scraps they had, they were happy to help.

Alice left there with a bag of fine cloth, enough for what she had in mind. Her next stop was a little rundown antique shop. Full of old items, many worn out or broken, and some that she wasn’t even sure what they were for. They knew Alice from when her father was alive, and were once frequent guests at the manor. Though the Lady Tremaine no longer welcomed them, they had a soft spot for Alice.

She explained what she needed, and came away with a whole jar of buttons, lace bits, and other odds and ends. Just the sort of pretty notions a fancy dress would need. Or, they would be once she shined them up a bit.

Alice was turning the jar slowly as she walked, admiring all the pretty little things inside. But she wasn’t watching where she was going. One moment, she was moving forward, and the next, she was nose first, pressed against a broad, warm chest. Fine fabric, brass buttons, a sword at the hip, and a pair of polished boots. Her mind took inventory as she scrambled back, already apologizing.

The man in front of her was tall, with large, violet eyes and a soft, wise smile. “Don’t look so worried, little lady. You didn’t do me any damage.” He bent down to look at her more closely. “Are you alright?”

“Y-yes?” He was very handsome, she realized, and also definitely not a commoner or even a merchant. “I’m really really sorry I bumped into you.”

“It’s fine. I wasn’t paying attention either.” He grinned and straightened. “In fact, it’s probably mostly my fault. Why don’t you let me buy us a tea to make it up to you? There’s a sweet shop just around the corner that’s supposed to be very good. And I’m told there’s no better way to apologize than a warm drink and something sweet.”

Alice blinked. Had this gorgeous stranger just asked her out to tea? She looked down, a slight flush in her cheeks. “Umm. Thank you but no. I have to get home and make dinner.” Which was true. She’d taken a little longer than she meant to at the antique shop and if she didn’t hurry, she’d have hangry step-sisters to deal with.

The man sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Alright little lady, I won’t keep you. But - if you change your mind, stop by where I work, hm? Just ask for Sirius. I’d like to apologize properly. Besides, it’s not everyday I nearly run over a beautiful girl.” He jotted an address down on a scrap of paper and slipped it into her bag.

“Thanks,” Alice stepped away. His smile made her heart do funny things in her chest and she wasn’t at all sure if she liked it. Besides, if she stuck around he would definitely notice her blushing and that would be so embarrassing. “It was nice to meet you. Bye!” She hurried off before he could do anything else that would make her feel even more awkward.

Once home, she stashed her bags and forgot all about the man and his note in the chaos of supper preparation. Anastasia was gluten-free and Druzilla didn’t eat meat, and Lady Tremaine required a broth and fresh bread at every meal. Alice ate whatever was left over from their plates and wasn’t picky about it.

She still remembered the one time she’d set herself a plate. Just a bit after her father died, and their first family meal without him. Alice just assumed she would be included as usual. The ensuing humiliation clarified her place in the family now though. Servant, unseen and unheard, out of the way. Not a sister nor a daughter. She was no one. The girl that slept in the kitchens.

It didn’t bother her anymore, not really. That was what she told herself, anyway.

Alice was exhausted by the time she finished emptying the water from Lady Tremaine’s after dinner bath. She didn’t feel much like working on anything, but her imagination spurred her on. The royal ball would be like nothing else. And she would be there, in the dress she made.

The cloth she had was off-casts, the ends of fabric rolls, and badly cut swaths. Different colors and textures and patterns. A rich panoply of cloth that Alice could visualize in the dress she wanted. It was difficult work to cut and pin, to piece the skirt and bodice together from this random assortment of velvets and silks. But she managed.

Every day for the next week, she spent any spare moment stitching. Every night, she stayed up as late as she could. She polished the best of the notions from the jar, silver buttons and little paste gems, even a set of tiny bells for the hem. Alice wasn’t entirely sure it would all come together, with so many layers and panels, but it did.

The dress featured a slow fade from the bright center panel at the front, to a dark central panel at the back. The mismatched patterns were brought together with embroidery, and set with paste gems. And the silver buttons made a beautiful closure for the bodice. One she could do up herself, as she would need to. Alice tried it on. The silk felt so different against her skin after years of wearing rough-spun linen and cotton.

She couldn’t suppress a laugh as she spun, making the skirt flare out around her legs. The tiny bells made soft music with every motion, only adding to the magical feeling of wearing something that made her feel beautiful. This would be the perfect dress for the royal ball. No one else would have anything like it. And just in time too. Tomorrow was the royal ball and she wouldn’t have time to get ready and finish sewing.

The next morning, she hurried out to tell Luka her good news. She knew he would be happy for her, and she was too full of joy not to tell someone. Alice caught him just as he was heading out to his second job. “Luka!” She waved him over.

“You look even happier than you did last week.” He smiled at her and then looked down, shuffling his feet.

“I am! I finished my dress!”

“So . . . you’re going to that royal ball?” Luka raised his head just enough to see her nod affirmation. He sighed. “I heard it’s just so the prince can find his lady love. All the women in Cradle are going on about it.” He let out another long sigh. “I guess you want to marry a prince too?”

Alice frowned. “Nope. I don’t care about that. I just want to go dance and hear the music and see all the pretty decorations. And I want to look beautiful for a night too!”

“You’re always . . . pretty.” Luka’s ears were bright red. The rest of his face was hard to see as he looked down and his hair fell over it.

She felt as if her breath left her at that unexpected compliment. She’d known Luka for years and he’d never said anything like that. “Th-thanks.”

He glanced up and his cheeks were flushed. There was some unreadable depth to his amber gaze that Alice was afraid to search. “I thought . . . you might . . .” Luka murmured something she could not hear. And before she could respond, he shoved something into her hands and hurried away.

“Hey! Luka! Wait! What is this?” Alice tried to get him to stop but he was nearly running. She looked down at what he’d handed her. A small, wooden box. Alice opened it and nearly dropped it. A pair of tiny earrings lay inside. The delicate metalwork held two tiny stones that matched the color of her eyes perfectly.

Alice took a trembling breath. She hadn’t expected a gift, much less something like this. Had he meant for her to wear them to the ball? She wasn’t sure, but she decided she would - and then she would give them back. It was too expensive to accept, especially when she knew the long hours and hard work he put in to live on his own. There was no way he could just buy something like this. It was too much, and it made her chest feel tight and hot to think about what he must have done to give this to her.

She tucked the box into an inner pocket under her apron and went back inside.

The manor was buzzing with activity. After breakfast, there were seamstresses and tailors, shoe fitters, and jewelers in and out of the manor all day. The final fittings and accoutrement for Anastasia and Druzilla. Alice could only admire their lovely ball gowns and jewelry. Stones worth more than the whole manor hung around their necks and gems decorated their hands and ears and hair.

She did her best to stay out of the way, the quiet and efficient maid she was expected to be. But her step-sisters kept summoning her to them for one thing or another. “Fetch my shawl.” “Bring the other petticoat.” “Get my slippers.” “I want a bite to eat.” “Get me a glass of wine.”

Of course, Alice knew the real reason for it. She hadn’t told them she made a dress or that she would be going to the ball. And they wanted to show off in front of her. To taunt her with all of the things she could have, if only she wasn’t her father’s daughter. It hurt, more than she cared to admit. But this was hardly the first time and it would not be the last. The Lady Tremaine spared no expense for her daughters.

She was in the middle of pouring a chilled white wine for Druzilla when the lady herself swept in to inspect the proceedings. The shoe-fitter had only just left, and no doubt Lady Tremaine wanted to see the results. Two pair of perfectly fitted, perfectly matched shoes sat on little pedestals. Bejeweled and shining, with gold filigree and thread of silver.

“Hm. These might do,” Lady Tremaine gave them a haughty gaze. “Though I dare say he’s done better work.”

That was the moment Alice noted what the lady held. An all too familiar bit of embroidery poked from the folds of a colorful silk ballgown, but there was something wrong with it. The colorful panels were smeared and stained as if -

“I found this cleaning cloth in your room, Alice. How often must I tell you to clean the rags or dispose of them when they are beyond use?” The lady’s gaze snapped to Alice in the same moment, a sour smile at the corners of her thin lips. She shook out the dress, displaying the damage as if proud of it.

The embroidery was torn and coming undone. Paste gems hung from their stitching or were missing entirely. Several of the panels were coming apart at the seams, with tangles of thread exposed. And the whole thing looked as if it had been shoved into a chimney and pulled through.

Anastasia’s eyes lighted on it and a fierce wicked flame lit her from within. “What an awful mess that rag is!” She grabbed a sleeve and tore it off. “Was this meant to be a dress? For a cinder-ball?”

Druzilla laughed. “I don’t think even a street urchin would be caught dead in that.” She tore off a gem and crushed it under heel. “Cheap paste. I think even the servants at the palace wear better.”

“Indeed. This is just a filthy rag.” Lady Tremaine tore the gown, ripping it from seam to seam so that the little silver buttons popped off and rolled about the room. “Throw it in the garbage bin. Unless - Alice, did you have something to say?”

Tears stung her eyes, but there was no way she would let them fall. Not in front of her step-mother. Her heart hurt to see her beautiful creation decimated in moments by cruel hands, but what could she say? ‘No, stop! I am wearing that to the ball?’ It was ruined. And there wasn’t time to even try to repair it. “I- I’ll toss it out right now, my lady.” Her voice was soft, muted. Holding back the rage and disappointment, hiding it under the subservient face Lady Tremaine expected.

“Excellent.” Her step-mother handed Alice the dress and watched her go. Just at the door, the lady called out. “Oh, my dear, I almost forgot to ask. Did you manage to find something to wear for the ball?”

“No, my lady.” Alice bowed her head.

“It’s just as well,” Druzilla remarked. “What would you even do there? Bore them with stories of dusty curtains? Or regal them with recipes for roast duck?”

Anastasia nodded enthusiastically. “I’m sure the royal court would be enamored. Tales from the maid! Can you imagine! I almost want to drag her along so we can watch her humiliate herself.”

“Now girls,” Lady Tremaine’s voice cracked across the room, sharp and cold as ice. “Let’s not be cruel. There is nothing wrong with being a maid. The girl knows her place. And you should know yours. Try to act like a proper lady or it won’t matter how nice a gown I’ve dressed you in.”

“Yes, mother,” both girls replied sulkily.

Alice was too far down the hall to hear more, and she didn’t want to anyway. Her heart felt as if it was breaking into a thousand pieces. It was so stupid. The whole thing. To think she might get to go to a royal ball . . . to imagine having anything nice. That wasn’t the life she was fated for. No, she’d slave away under Lady Tremaine until her step-mother died. And then she would work for Druzilla, or perhaps Anastasia, until her time came too. That was it. That was all.

She imagined running away sometimes. Making a life for herself. Working three jobs didn’t seem so bad, and if it was for someone other than Lady Tremaine, it would probably be better. But she was afraid. Cradle could be a dangerous place for a girl on her own. And Alice wasn’t at all sure where she would run to, or how to even start a life. Where to sleep, what to eat,how to find work . . .

No, this was it, and it was best she accept it. Alice made her way to her room and lay down, silent sobs shaking her shoulders as she cried away her hopes and dreams. She held the remains of her dress in her arms and let her tears soak the silk.

Part 2

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‘Tis the Season for Love Content Creation Challenge Masterlist

Here’s the Masterlist from @xxsycamore’s and mine ‘Tis the Season for Smut Challenge! The featured content includes an assortment of creations, and includes works from the following fandoms:

Cybird >Ikemen Prince >Ikemen Vampire >Ikemen Sengoku >Ikemen Revolution Genius >My Secret Spy Lovers Genshin Impact Mystic Messenger Obey Me Twisted Wonderland Voltage >Ayakashi Romance Reborn >Court of Darkness >Destind: Mr. Almost Right >Kings of Paradise >Oops! I Said Yes?! >Star-Crossed Myth

A 🎨 next to a creation indicates it is artwork.

*Please be advised that some of the content created for this challenge contains NSFW content and to respect the creator’s warnings and labels while also reading at your own risk.

The Fluff Prompts

Starting with preparations way too early

Cybird

Ikemen Vampire

One More Christmas With You: Comte de Saint Germain x MC @xxsycamore

Voltage

Star-Crossed Myth

Recovering My Star’s Shine: Zyglavis x OC @fang-and-feather

Sipping hot chocolate and then stealing a kiss

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Right Here: Clavis Lelouch x f!Reader @scorchieart

Sipping Hot Chocolate and then Stealing a Kiss: Leon Dompteur x Reader @violettduchess

Sipping Hot Cholate and Stealing a Kiss: Luke Randolph x Reader @aquagirl1978

Ikemen Revolution

Sipping Hot Cholate and Stealing a Kiss: Harr Silver x Reader @aquagirl1978

Ikemen Senogku

Sipping Hot Cholate and Stealing a Kiss: Kennyo x Reader @aquagirl1978

Ikemen Vampire

Sipping Hot Cholate and Stealing a Kiss: Jean d’Arc x Reader @aquagirl1978

Voltage

Ayakashi Romance Reborn

Like You as You Are: Shizuki x MC @lost-khione

Sweet Drink: Koga x MC @lost-khione

Oops! I Said Yes?!

Cocoa Kisses: Shu Hasunuma x f!MC @voltage-vixen

“Okay, maybe I DO need help putting the star on top of the tree.”

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

A Little Bit Short: Yves Kloss x Reader @myonlyjknight

Make Me Reach for the Stars: Yves Kloss x MC @xxsycamore

My Shining Star: Gilbert Von Obsidian x Reader @aquagirl1978

“Okay, maybe I DO need help putting the star on top of the tree.”: Chevalier Michel x Reader @violettduchess

“This gingerbread house just WON’T stay up!”

Cybrid

Ikemen Prince

A Chaotic Christmas: All princes, Emma, and OC in a platonic grouping @myonlyjknight

A Sweet Moment: Yves Kloss x OC @fang-and-feather

Ikemen Revolution

“This gingerbread house just WON’T stay up!”: Harr, Loki, and OC in a platonic grouping 🎨 @krys-loves-otome

Sharing a scarf

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Scarf Sharing: Leon Dompteur x Reader @violettduchess

The Scarf: Licht Klein x Reader @myonlyjknight

Warmth: Gilbert Von Obsidian x OC @gilbertvonobsidian

Ikemen Sengoku

A Warm Winter Day: Kicho x Reader @aquagirl1978

Sharing a Scarf: Kennyo x OC 🎨 @krys-loves-otome

Ikemen Vampire

Attention On Me!: Napoleon Bonaparte x MC @xxsycamore

Mystic Messenger

Snuggles in the Snowfall: Jumin Han x f!MC @voltage-vixen

“I said that I’d teach you how to ice skate, I didn’t say that I know how to ice skate.”

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Ice Skating: Clavis Lelouch x Reader @violettduchess

Voltage

Kings of Paradise

“I said that I’d teach you how to ice skate, I didn’t say that I know how to ice skate.”: Yosuke Sagara x OC 🎨 @cupidocherie

Forced to wear an ugly Christmas sweater

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

An Uncanny Resemblance: Silvio Ricci x MC/Emma @midwinterrmemento

The Ugly Sweater Party: Silvio Ricci x Reader @aquagirl1978

Ikemen Vampire

Our Ugly Getalong Christmas Sweater Party: All residents of Comte’s mansion in a platonic pairing @xxsycamore

Being the MC/LI’s fake date for a Christmas party/ball

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Fake Date: Nokto Klein x OC 🎨 @krys-loves-otome

Mine For a Christmas Night: Jin Grandet x Reader @xxsycamore

What a Difference a Year Makes - Chevalier Michel x Reader @aquagirl1978

Genius

My Secret Spy Lovers

My Rescuer: Masamune Araki x Reader @ikemen-prince-writers-posts

Voltage

Ayakashi Romance Reborn

Dancing Between Emotions: Toichiro/OC @fang-and-feather

Surprising their partner in the morning with a new pet underneath the Christmas tree

Cybird

Ikemen Vampire

Birds Of A Feather: Dazai Osamu x MC @xxsycamore

Voltage

Court of Darkness

Puppy Love: Toa Qelsum x MC @chirp-a-chirp

Destind: Mr. Almost Right

The Gift of Family: Rei Rindoh x f!MC @voltage-vixen

“Those clichéd traditions are exciting for me, now that I have you.”

Obey Me

It’s A Wonderful Life: Diavolo x gn!MC @chirp-a-chirp

Twisted Wonderland

Traditions: Malleus Draconia x Reader @ikemen-prince-writers-posts

Voltage

Ayakashi Romance Reborn

First Shrine Visit: Gaku x Futaba @lost-khione

The Smut Prompts

Warming up together after a snowball fight

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Warming Up Together After A Snowball Fight: Chevalier Michel x MC @ludivineikewolf

Genshin Impact

The Winnings of War: Childe x f!Traveler @voltage-vixen

Wearing nothing but a ribbon around the neck

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

A Kitten for Christmas: Sariel Noir x Reader @norel-ravenclaw

Ikemen Vampire

I’m Yours Tonight: Arthur Conan Doyle x OC @fang-and-feather

Fun under the blanket

Cybird

Ikemen Revolution

Fun Under the Blanket: Fenrir Godspeed x MC @ludivineikewolf

Ikemen Vampire

Another New Year: Napoleon Bonaparte x Reader @aquagirl1978

Bodies roasting by the open fire

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Bodies Roasting By An Open Fire: Clavis Lelouch x MC @ludivineikewolf

Ikemen Sengoku

Warlord Roasting By An Open Fire: Nobunaga Oda x f!MC @voltage-vixen

“A kiss under the mistletoe doesn’t have to be where we stop.”

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Don’t Stop: Jin Grandet x Reader @aquagirl1978

Insatiable Cravings: Silvio Ricci x Reader @ikemen-prince-writers-posts

Ikemen Revolution

Mistletoe Not Require: Zero x f!Reader @chaosangel767

Voltage

Court of Darkness

Nothing Else to Compare: Roy Invidia x MC @chirp-a-chirp

Star-Crossed Myth

Sweet Heat: Zyglavis x OC @fang-and-feather

“I’ve decided I don’t want to be on the nice list this Christmas.”

Cybird

Ikemen Revolution

Dalim, Baby: Dalim Tweedle x f!Alice @voltage-vixen

Ikemen Vampire

The Gift of Your Touch: Issac Newton x OC @fang-and-feather

“Actually, there is one more thing on my wish list.”

Cybird

Ikemen Vampire

A Joyful Wish: Charles-Henri Sanson x Reader @aquagirl1978

“Actually, there is one more thing on my wish list.”: Vincent va Goh x OC 🎨 @krys-loves-otome

Obey Me

A Wish Come True: Diavolo x f!MC @voltage-vixen

“Those clichéd traditions are exciting for me, now that I have you.”

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Yours For A New Year’s Morning: Jin Grandet x Reader @xxsycamore

#'tis the season for love #'tis the season for smut #'tis the season for fluff #ikemen prince #ikemen vampire #ikemen sengoku #ikemen revolution #my secret spy lovers #genius otome #obey me #mystic messenger #voltage inc #ayakashi romance reborn #star crossed myth #oops i said yes #destind: mr. almost right #genshin impact #court of darkness #twisted wonderland

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aquagirl1978 · 1 year

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Happy Thanksgiving to all everyone. Thank you to everyone who participated in the event, we loved reading all of your entries.

Day 1 - leaves

Dance with Me | Vlad | by @aquagirl1978

Colors of Love | Chevalier Michel | by @queengiuliettafirstlady

Leaves | Comte de Saint-Germain | by @pieground

Leaves | Lucifer | by @ariamichel

Day 2 - hot apple cider

Late Night Drinks with Keith | Keith Howell | by @atelieredux

Hot Apple Cider | Napoleon Bonaparte | by @violettduchess

Hot Apple Cider | Mozart | by @violettduchess

Day 3 - bonfires

Jean and Bonfires | Jean d'Arc | by @bluesparklingmoon

Day 4 - pumpkins

Pumpkins | Motonari Mouri | by @aquagirl1978

Pumpkins | Chevalier Michel | by @violettduchess

Day 5 - cozy sweaters

These Dreams | Clavis Lelouch | by @aquagirl1978

Cozy Sweater | Clavis Lelouch | by @violettduchess

Cozy Sweater | Luke Randolph | by @violettduchess

Cozy Sweater | Leonardo da Vinci | by @violettduchess

Day 6 - ghosts

Ghosts | Leon Dompteur | by @violettduchess

Ghosts | Lucifer | by @devildomwritersposts

Ghosts of the Past | Rio Ortiz | by @venti-tangents

Ghosts | Clavis Lelouch | by @violettduchess

Ghosts | Leonardo da Vinci | by @violettduchessuchess

Trapped | Clavis Lelouch | by @aquagirl1978

Ghosts | Lancelot Kingsley | by @ludivineikewolf

Day 7 - harvest moon

Harvest Moon | Gilbert von Obsidian | by @violettduchess

Harvest Moon | Hideyoshi Toyotomi | by @aquagirl1978

Day 8 - tricks

Multi-prompt Fic | Sirius x Seth | by @badass-at-fandoming

Day 9 - treats

A Rare Treat | Chevalier Michel | by @aquagirl1978

Home Sweet Homesick | Clavis, Chevalier | by @scorchieart

Day 10 - warming hands

Warming Hands | Chevalier Michel | by @violettduchess

Warming Hands | Gilbert von Obsidian | by @aquagirl1978

Warm Date | Gilbert von Obsidian | by @queen-dahlia

Warming Hands | Leon Dompteur | by @violettduchess

A Sweet Treat | Licht Klein | by @aquagirl1978

Day 11 - changing seasons

Changing Seasons | Comte de Saint-Germain | by @violettduchess

Nothing Gold Can Stay | Leonardo da Vinci | by @iphigeniainaulis

Change for the Better | Keith, Yves, Licht | by @scorchieart

Changing Seasons | Theodorus van Gogh | by @violettduchess

Seasons of Change | Chevalier Michel | by @aquagirl1978

The Queen's Command | Chevalier Michel | by @aquagirl1978

Day 12 - crisp autumn air

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Day 13 - cinnamon kiss

Cinnamon Kiss | Gilbert von Obsidian | by @aquagirl1978

Cinnamon Kiss | Clavis Lelouch | by @violettduchess

Cinnamon Kiss | Chevalier Michel | by @violettduchess

Day 14 - masks

Masks | Gilbert von Obsidian | by @violettduchess

Wanderer | Dazai Osamu | by @queengiuliettafirstlady

Portrait of a Gentleman in Disguise | Clavis Lelouch | by @queengiuliettafirstlady

Three Masks | Keith Howell | by @aquagirl1978

#fall fluff autumn angst ccc #ikemen series #ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikemen revolution #ikerev #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen prince #ikepri #obey me #fanfic #otome #otome games

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somekidnamedkai · 1 year

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Ray Blackwell & Sirius Oswald Fluff ABCs: F & P

Notes: I don’t really write for Ikerev anymore, but this was sitting in my drafts so I decided to post them

Characters: Ray Blackwell, Sirius Oswald

Warnings: None

Ray Blackwell

F = Family (do they want a family? if they do, when? how big?)

You mean another cat? He already has all those alley cats. Oh, you mean kids. But… the cats...

In all seriousness, Ray would love to have kids and start a family with you. He’s been thinking about having a family with you, thinking he’s planned it all out.

Two girls and two boys. Living in the black army. They’d like reading, and they’ll love cats just like their dad. And they’ll have their mom's beauty and kindness.

P = Pet names (do they have any pet names they use?)

The question is, is there a pet name he doesn’t call you? Nope. He’ll mostly call you Kitten or Sweetheart, but this man isn’t shy when it comes to calling you names.

He likes to try out different nicknames on you. See what he likes and what he doesn’t. So don’t be shocked if you wake up and he calls you Cupcake or M’lady.

“Do you even remember her name?! You terrible, terrible man!” Seth has shouted at Ray once or twice. But seriously. Does he remember your name? Or is your name Kitten now?

He does. Remember your name, that is. Whenever there’s a meeting he’ll refer to you by your name. Even then, he only does that because the last time he called you kitten at a meeting everyone thought he meant Belle.

“My Kitten is doing wonderful.”

“Glad to know that Belle is doing ok, but I was asking about Alice.”

“I was talking about Alice.”

“You said-“

Sirius Oswald

F = Family (do they want a family? if they do, when? how big?)

Sirius is already a dad. He has his plants and the black army to look after. The little brats. They’re your family now.

But Sirius would love to have an actual family with you, he’d love to have some kids.

He wouldn’t ever admit it, but Sirius has daydreamed of some little munchkins of his running around (specifically ones that don’t go by the names Ray or Fenrir.)

Sirius would just love to have a family with you. He could imagine a little mini-you running around, and it warmed his heart up. After he proposed, his imaginings of a family grew. Sirius would often tell you how dreams of a family raising kids and having a nice family with you, and how he can’t wait because he loves you.

P =Pet names (do they have any pet names they use?)

You’ll always be Little Lady to Sirius. He’s tried to give you other nicknames but they’ve never “sounded right” according to him.

Before he stuck with Little Lady, however, he would call you some other pet names like Pumpkin, or Kid. It never worked out.

Sirius is kind of simple also, so he’s not going to stress out over a little nickname for you. Little Lady rolls off his tongue, so why try to change anything?

It was perfect. You were perfect.

#ikemen revolution #ikerev #ray blackwell #sirius oswald #the black army #ikerev black army #ikerev ray #ikerev sirius #ray blackwell x reader #sirius oswald x reader #ikerev x reader #ikerev fluff #ray blackwell fluff #sirius oswald fluff

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badass-at-fandoming · 2 years

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Fandom: Ikémen Revolution

Pairing: Sirius Oswald x Seth Hyde

Tags: One-shot, Established Relationship: Sirius Oswald/Seth Hyde, Fluff, Kissing

Surprise! @aquagirl1978 and @violettduchess's Fall Fluff, Autumn Angst Content Creator Challenge was too inspirational to resist. Thank you for organizing this event, friends! I tried to hit all the prompt words in one story and include a few of Seth's Halloween Card lines. Enjoy!

If you also want to join in on the seasonal fun, find the challenge here.

Sirius frowned at his empty mug. The rich tang of the cider rested on the back of his tongue, and he wanted more. But fetching more cider would mean leaving the bonfire.

Standing as close to the fire as was safe, he closed his eyes and willed himself to soak up as much warmth as possible. Under the baleful harvest moon, the autumn night nipped deep. Winter had encroached early this year. He scrunched his shoulders to bend closer, letting the heat bake his skin. Unfortunately, the fire could only do so much. The front of his cozy wool sweater might be hot to touch, but the back of it was cold as anything. He’d been rotating his standing position back and forth for the past ten minutes—alternating which half of him burned and which half froze.

The bonfire crackled and smoked. The ambient noise of people’s conversations provided merry music. While he was glad to no longer be in the military, he missed living so close with his friends. Today’s Harvest Moon Festival had been a perfect excuse to hang out with everyone, even though he’d lost the pumpkin carving contest to Luka. Behind her zombie mask, Nodisha was having the time of her life telling people’s fortunes. It was nice to hear the sound of Fenrir’s voice, even if said voice was daring people to hold leaves to the fire. Maybe he should put a stop to that. Sirius opened his eyes in time for someone to cover them back up.

“I caught you! I wonder what’ll happen to the prince who was captured by the evil witch,” Seth teased, pressing his hands a little more firmly against Sirius’ eyes.

Heat that had nothing to do with the fire beat into Sirius’ heart. “Hmm, I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me?”

Sirius’s grip tightened on his mug as he waited Seth’s answer. Finally, Seth said, “I want you to turn around and look only at me.”

Obediently, Sirius turned in Seth’s arms. Mud squished under his boots. Now towards the fire, his back thawed, while his front bled heat. When Seth’s fingers dropped, Sirius opened his eyes. Rosy from the chill, Seth looked adorable in his witch costume. He’d looked adorable all day and had caught Sirius staring twice.

“Can I play a special trick on you?” Seth asked on tip toe, voice husky, ghosting over Sirius’ cheeks.

Mouth dry, Sirius swallowed and nodded. He didn’t have to wait any longer for the kiss. Seth’s warm hands framed his face. Careful to keep the mug handle hooked by a finger, Sirius wrapped his long arms around his boyfriend’s waist and pulled them together, letting Seth have the last of the bonfire’s boon. Seth’s tongue licked the roof of his mouth, and Sirius tasted cinnamon.

Voice rumbling from happiness, Sirius said, “I think that was a treat, not a trick.”

Seth winked. “I’m saving the trick for later, loverboy. ⭐️”

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cloudcountry · 4 months

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SUMMARY: edgar contemplates you.

WARNINGS: none!! :D

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

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

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

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

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

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

He doesn’t.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He just hopes you will want it as well.

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

You really are too sweet to him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My precious Alice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Because you do, and you always will.

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

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spoopy-fish-writes · 2 years

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| Perfect

Suitor(s): Blanc

TW: None

Genre: Fluff

Notes: Gender neutral MC || Gate keeping him!! || Apparently having him look at us like he couldn't believe that we existed wasn't enough for me and I needed to also look at him like I can't believe that he exists which, yano what me from idk when, you're right || I am trying so hard to try and post these in an order that makes sense but none of these have anything to do with each other, it's all just self indulgent nonsense || As always @orangejuice707 @vio-simps-for-purple-characters and @vivicomplains <33

Your breath catches in your throat and you freeze in place when Blanc walks in.

You're staring and you know it but you don't think you could stop yourself if you tried.

He's… ethereal. His suit is of his signature white, blue and gold accents adorning him that came together to form diamonds and clubs along his blazer and vest to signify his neutrality from the black and red army.

There are ruffles on his sleeves and trousers and his blazer cuts in before leading out behind him and it all comes together so well, in such a way that it takes your breath away, that you're already sending thanks to whoever has designed his clothing.

He looks angelic, the smile on his face and cresent eyes, more easily visible by the part of his hair that he has pushed and secured back away from his face, not helping to ease your quickening heartbeat.

He steps towards you, making his way from the door to where you are by the tea table and his smile softens just that little bit though you don't miss the little teasing glint in his eyes.

You can't look away, even when he's standing before you, your eyes just following him.

"Love?"

You release the breath that you'd been holding in a shaky exhale and you blink, reaching up with a hand, so slowly that you would think that you were handling glass, to press your hand against his cheek, thumb oh so gently brushing under his eye. It's as if you need to reassure yourself that he's real when he stands in front of you with such an angelic visage. Like if you look away for too long, he'll disappear into the light that you couldn't be imagining was following him.

His smile doesn't fall as he brings his own hand up to cup yours and bring it to his lips, pressing a kiss t your palm with his eyes still trained on yours.

It's only then that you speak, still feeling as though you're in a trance. "You're- perfect."

The pink tint that had come to his cheeks as a result of your staring deepened and you're glad that you're lucky enough to be able to see it.

He gestures to your attire, matching with his in similar colours and design with his eyes before he looks back up to meet with your again. He still holds your hand to his lips as he speaks and you can feel the fluter of his soft lips against your palm.

"I believe that statement is more fitting for you than me, my dear.

You laugh, still concious of your sped up heartbeat, and reach up to his face again with your other hand, lightly gripping his glasses and correcting their positioning on his nose, the thin gold chain catching in the light of the chandelier as is swayed slightly.

"And I believe that I will not be taking such a statement from a man who's glasses are wonky."

His eyes widen before he laughs with you, a gleeful sound that has you smiling wider.

He brings you closer to him, intertwining his fingers with those of your hand that he had prior held to his face and his free hand cups your face so he can press his lips to your forehead.

"Even without my glasses, I would be able to see how perfect you are."

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toloveawarlord · 2 years

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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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xxsycamore · 1 year

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Plop.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are those… balloons?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"If you'd excuse me…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"?!"

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

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

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

"Can I kiss you?"

Yes! Yes!

"Please."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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chaosangel767 · 2 years

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Day 2: Lover’s Reprise

Another fic for @xxsycamore and @queengiuliettafirstlady beautiful event. NGL this idea has been hanging out in my WIPs folder for about a year, I just wasn’t sure how to finish it or when to post it.

Fandom: IkeRev

Pairing: Luka x F!MC

Prompt: Different universe, same love Day 2: Person of the arts AU & Day 3: Soulmates AU

Type: Fluff, first kiss, soulmate au

WC:985

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“It has been years since I have played.” You try to explain to the officers, a flush crossing your cheeks. Three eager sets of eyes watch you, and you look down at the case in your hands.

“Please, I bet your music is beautiful” Fenrir encourages, leaning forward to take the flute case in your hand. Looking down you feel torn, your fingers tracing the outline of the flute.

“I don’t remember how” You lie, resisting the urge to curl your hands into the very positions you claim to forget.

“Maybe it will come back to you if you try” Seth encourages, his hand delicately touches your wrist. “We won’t pressure you, but we would really like it if you played for us.” He encourages, his smile contagious and you look back up to the eyes. Seth and Fenrir are both watching you with contagious and hopeful grins. Ray has a calm smile on his face, but even he is leaning forward in his seat, fingers gripping his glass just a little tighter. There is no one else in the lounge and you can hear Sirius and Luka milling about the kitchen.

“Alright, let me see what I remember” You give in, the encouraging smiles breaking down. Gently opening the case, you piece the flute together, fingers quickly finding the keys. Running through a set of scales, you manage to tune the flute by ear, twisting the head of it until it sounds just right.

Shutting your eyes, you block out all distractions, searching your mind for a piece to play, only one melody seems to fit the mood. Starting the first notes, the familiar tune floats through your mind, your fingers remembering each note like it was engraved into your skin, the tune, the tempo, the memories. You tilt your head up, opening your eyes to look at the moon in the sky.

The last notes of the melody fade through the lounge and you finally open your eyes, looking at the three men with uncertainty. Awe and adoration fill the eyes of the officers around you and a shy smile breaks through your face.

“Alice! That was so beautiful!” Seth exclaims, and Fenrir and Ray are quick to agree.

“That was stunning little Lady” Sirius’s voice appears behind you, startling ou as you turn to see Sirius in the doorway. “What did you think Luka?” Turning to his companion, Luka looks up for a moment with a conflicted expression.

“Yeah, it was pretty” He shortly replies, turning back to the kitchen. A flicker of hurt races through you and you pause.

“Don’t mind him, I don’t think he meant any harm” Ray tries to cheer you up, before asking you to play again. The night is full of praise and applause as you remember as many pieces as possible. The days go by and you occasionally hear a violin play, the notes familiar to your heart, but you are unable to find the source of the music. A few days later, you are out in the courtyard playing, when a voice startles you out of your playing.

“It’s you” Luka speaks softly and you tilt your head, barely able to hear him above the breeze. His scarf covers his face, and you have trouble distinguishing his meaning.

“What are you talking about?” You ask and his hand reaches out, lightly grabbing your wrist and tugging you to the garden. Motioning for you to sit down in a chair, he pulls out a violin.

“Just listen” his voice is firm before he pulls the violin to his shoulder, his bow poised to play. Tilting your head, the notes catch you by surprise. The melody that comes for the violin teleports you back to when you were a teen, the duet in your head. You are entranced, watching the moonlight hit his violin, the way the light shimmers against the string. The goosebumps that flood your skin at the notes. The harmony, the slight crescendo when your flute used to join in. It all floods through your heart again. When the melody fades, neither of you speak. Glancing up into the amber eyes, you finally break the silence.

“How? How do you know that melody?” Stepping to him, you are close enough to see the flush on his cheeks, the way his eyes tremble with an emotion you can’t quite read, like he was lost in a memory.

“I used to hear it played, it would play on a flute at night, and eventually I wanted to play with it” He simply responds.

“But we are from two different worlds” The harsh reality hurts to say, but the pieces of the puzzle aren’t quite fitting together. Luka reaches for you, his movement almost subconscious, his hand touches yours as he admires your fingers. Trying to search through your memories you look for any explanation as to why he knows the song you play. Why you used to hear a violin in your head.

“There is an old legend that soulmates in Cradle can hear each other play music. It is so rare now though that most no longer play instruments”

Blanc had told you about the soulmate legend when you had watched Luka play his violin a few nights before.

“Luka-” you hesitate to ask, your brows furrowing in confusion. Closing the distance to you, Luka tips your chin up, heat floods your veins at his touch. His lips draw nearer, and you can’t help but close the distance, the feeling of his lips on yours is heavenly. The melody resounds in your head, and your heart feels like it is about to burst with love and joy.

Heat floods your face as the kiss breaks, Luka’s cheeks reflecting the red of your own. He pulls your flute case from nearby, and the two of you exchange a look, before playing the duet one more time, together.

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