#ikemen revolution x reader

[mariposa666haruka]

Most of the times I am like:

"DUDE WTH?! YOU ARE IN THIS MAGNIFICENT MAGICAL WORLD FILLED WITH BEAUTIFUL AND HANDSOME PEOPLE. WHY DO YOU WANNA GO BACK HOME??!!!"

To MCs in most games.

And then I remember.... Not everyone hates their family.... There actually are people...that cannot live a day without seeing their parents.....sorry that's just hard to fully believe for me.

I'd rather stay in an unknown world without any place to call home and people who might disrespect me at the beginning.... If it means to never see these two again. This thing about MCs is what bothers me the most in the games.

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[niphredil-14]

Fill free to deny this request! But can you do Jonah, Isaac, Vincent, and comte with mc having a cat that isn't the best, and the cat is kinda mean? (Ex, biting and scratching if you try and be near her. Growling and hissing at other pets, and will hiss if you walk by them in the walkway.) My apologies, English is not my first language.

hey sorry it took me a literal year to write this...

IKEVAMP AND IKEREV REQUESTS CLOSED

Jonah: Jonah is a little cat-like and mean too, though he gets super pouty that your cat doesn't like him. Why wouldn't it? He's perfect! Would cry if your cat ever warmed up to him.

Isaac: Isaac is terrified of your cat and wants nothing to do with it. If your cat stays away from him, he will stay away from your cat.

Vincent: Look, I can't explain why, but your cat would tolerate him, I know it. Everyone and everything likes vincent, your cat included. Even if not at first.

Comte: He is the epitome of perfection and patience. He understands and will do his best to not bother your cat. Chances are though, at some point your cat will start to like him.

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[actuallycorrectdf]

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[awesomeanimelover39]

Hi!Since your request are open can I ask that IkeRev Alice is 2 or 3 months pregnant when she arrived in Cradle and the charactera are Ray,Lancelot, Jonah,Fenrir~~Advance thanks ^‌_^!

Yay! Ofc I can do this! (Lancelot and Jonah under the cut)

Requested by: @i-am-totally-a-weirdoo

Alice in early stages of pregnancy when arriving in Cradle

Ray Blackwell:

While he did notice your baby bump, he didn't exactly know what it was

He didn't want to ask, (he's not stupid) but he was curious

Eventually he wrote you a note and slipped it under your door, claiming another officer wanted to know

Of course, you knew he was in fact the one who was interested

Once you told him he was impressed

He thought you were pretty emotionally and physically strong for a woman who has a baby growing inside of her

He honestly admires you even more now

But as he watches you use magic, he suddenly grows more and more concerned

He didn't want you to hurt the human growing inside of you

He loves that you're stubborn, but maybe a break is a good idea?

He doesn't want to order you around, but he is worried

Maybe if you let him do some of the work he'd feel better

You noticed how his face twisted in concern every time you practiced

It was touching how he cared about you and your pregnancy, even though it wasn't his

Just let him worry, it's not only the cutest, but the most emotional side to him

Fenrir Godspeed:

Hmm. Alright here's the deal

He has no idea what it is

For a while he didn't even notice

But he did straight-up ask you

It didn't occur to him that could be offensive (please go easy on him)

Once you tell him, he's OVER THE MOON

You don't get why he's making such a big deal

But he thinks you're awesome!

He goes on and on about how strong you are and how thought it must have been for you to fall into an entirely new world after already having to adjust differently to your old one

He does act a little less reckless after he finds out

He doesn't want you to get hurt in any way

You took notice of the fact he was always with you

And how when he helped you get down from carriages, he looked at your bump to make sure you weren't straining in any way

You were shocked to see this caring side of him, it was a nice change

He was very dramatic when he told you one day that he would consider this kid his own

You were more than happy, he did seem like a greta dad

He really is so excited for you, you couldn't ask for a more supportive man

Lancelot Kingsley:

He also didn't notice

But that's because he was too busy

But he heard from another soldier that he noticed you were pregnant

Well, that soldier didn't tell him, Edgar did

And that's because Edgar heard him congratulating you

Now he's interested

He understands this must be hard

Having fallen into Cradle so unexpectedly

He asks you personally to take things easy

(You didn't know he knew)

When you tried to shake it off and work harder, he just kept sending soldiers to take you to a chair, or lunch

You figured he had something to do with it, so you went to see him

He was embarrassed when you called him out on knowing, but secretly happy he gets to talk to you about it (he is interested in how you are dealing with everything)

You told him your ex got you pregnant, but when you told your ex you were pregnant, he called you gross and ran away. You said that it broke your heart

He was furious

He wanted this man to pay in painful ways for abandoning you like that

That's when it slipped out

In all his anger he said "Ugh. I would NEVER abandon you like that,"

Lancelot: 😳 MC: 🥺

It was adorable to hear him say just how much he cared, it made you feel just a little braver and a little more loved

Jonah Clemence:

This is a mistake

Why would you tell him

Let him figure it out. Telling him was a death wish

Now he is ordering you around

He was very worried about you using magic, and about you walking alone, and unlike the others, he's not afraid to show that

He will duct tape you to the chair if he has too

He will have Kyle keep an eye on you all day and follow you when you leave the headquarters

Isn't that Edgar's job?

Everything you do becomes dangerous

You both got in a fight with each other when you told him he needed to let up

He must have felt bad because a bouquet of flowers were on your nightstand the next day

He doesn't say he's sorry, but he is saying he loves you in his own unique Jonah way

You were sure that he would call you gross

"Absolutely not!"

He thinks you are outstandingly strong and smart

He respects you deeply, and knowing you want to have kids makes his heart beat faster

He'll never say anything, but he hopes that even though this kid isn't technically his own, he is able to love him like a real father

He silently promises himself before the kid is born that he will never let anything bad happen to you, or them

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[acosmicblizzard]

(★) Ikemen Revolution Masterlist (★)

Finally got to making this masterlist too-, i'm no longer writing for ikerev so this is just a easy way to access all my older fanfics. Know that some of these are horribly inaccurate to the lore as some of them were wrote before i learned more of it.

Last updated: 11/21/2022

Total works: 15

Ray Blackwell

Older sibling hcs pt.1 Ticklish S/o hcs pt.1

Child Mc hcs pt.1 Childhood friend hcs pt.1 Younger sibling hcs pt.1

Fenrir Godspeed

Older sibling hcs pt.1 Ticklish S/o hcs pt.1 Child Mc hcs pt.1 Childhood friend hcs pt.1 Younger sibling hcs pt.1

Luka Clemence

Older sibling hcs pt.1 Ticklish S/o hcs pt.1 Child Mc hcs pt.1 Childhood friend hcs pt.1 Younger sibling hcs pt.1

Seth Hyde

Older sibling hcs pt.1 Ticklish S/o hcs pt.1 Child Mc hcs pt.1 Childhood friend hcs pt.1 Younger sibling hcs pt.1

Sirius Oswald

Older sibling hcs pt.1 Ticklish S/o hcs pt.1 Child Mc hcs pt.1 Childhood friend hcs pt.1 Younger sibling hcs pt.1

Lancelot Kingsley

Older sibling hcs pt.2 Ticklish S/o hcs pt.2 Child Mc hcs pt.2 Childhood friends hcs pt.2 Younger sibling hcs pt.2

Jonah Clemence

Older sibling hcs pt.2 Ticklish S/o hcs pt.2 Child Mc hcs pt.2 Childhood friends hcs pt.2 Younger sibling hcs pt.2

Edgar Bright

Older sibling hcs pt. Ticklish S/o hcs pt.2 Child Mc hcs pt.2 Childhood friends hcs pt.2 Younger sibling hcs pt.2

Zero

Older sibling hcs pt.2 Ticklish S/o hcs pt.2 Child Mc hcs pt.2 Childhood friends hcs pt.2 Younger sibling hcs pt.2

Kyle Ash

Older sibling hcs pt.2 Ticklish S/o hcs pt.2 Child Mc hcs pt.2 Childhood friends hcs pt.2 Younger sibling hcs pt.2

Blanc Lapin

Older sibling hcs pt.3 Ticklish S/o hcs pt.3 Child Mc hcs pt.3 Childhood friends hcs pt.3 Younger sibling hcs pt.3

Oliver Knight

Older sibling hcs pt.3 Ticklish S/o hcs pt.3 Child Mc hcs pt.3 Childhood friends hcs pt.3 Younger sibling hcs pt.3

Loki Genetta

Older sibling hcs pt.3 Ticklish S/o hcs pt.3 Child Mc hcs pt.3 Childhood friends hcs pt.3 Younger sibling hcs pt.3

Harr Silver

Older sibling hcs pt.3 Ticklish S/o hcs pt.3 Child Mc hcs pt.3 Childhood friends hcs pt.3 Younger sibling hcs pt.3

Mousse Atlas

Older sibling hcs pt.3 Ticklish S/o hcs pt.3 Child Mc hcs pt.3 Childhood friends hcs pt.3 Younger sibling hcs pt.3

Dalim Tweedle

Older sibling hcs pt.3 Ticklish S/o hcs pt.3 Child Mc hcs pt.3 Childhood friends hcs pt.3 Younger sibling hcs pt.3

Dean Tweedle

Older sibling hcs pt.3 Ticklish S/o hcs pt.3 Child Mc hcs pt.3 Childhood friends hcs pt.3 Younger sibling hcs pt.3

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[rotting--skull]

Totally forgot this account is real but anyways I'm writing again

Request away and have fun!

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[midwinterrmemento]

Put On a Brave Face

➢ pairing: Ray x GN!Reader; unrequited Fenrir x GN!Reader; can also be read as unrequited Fenrir x Ray [Ikemen Revolution]

➢ summary: The two most important people in Fenrir’s life are falling in love. He should be thrilled, right? So what’s with this strange feeling in his chest?

➢ word count: 2,619

⚠️ content warnings: Angst and mentions of alcohol 

Fenrir was always the first to notice whenever something was wrong with Ray.

When there was something on his mind, he had this habit of staring off into space with his brows furrowed, although he would continue to hum along in acknowledgement if someone was talking to him. Every so often he would suddenly blink and make eye contact again, and that’s how you’d know he had come back down to earth for a second. But as long as there was something bothering him, he would drift in and out like that, ruminating in his thoughts, until he managed to sort things out.

Considering he still hadn’t snapped out of his trance even once in the forty minutes this meeting had been going on, Fenrir was starting to worry.

Whatever Ray was thinking about, it must’ve been serious if not even Seth’s melodramatic shouting or the tantalizing smell of Luka’s scones could get a reaction out of him. What’s worse, Fenrir had no idea what could be troubling him. Realizing there was something wrong was only half the battle. It was his duty as Ray’s best buddy to help him handle it, too—if only he knew what it was.

As Sirius wrapped up his report about the day’s training session, Fenrir realized suddenly that he was tapping his foot anxiously. 

“Hey, did any of the new recruits stick out to you, Ray?” Bringing his usual bright smile to his face as the attention turned to him, Fenrir consciously kept his voice light and breezy as he continued, “I’m always lookin’ for new manpower for my squad, you know.”

His only response was a halfhearted hum from the man in question. Evidently, Ray was listening just closely enough to have recognized that someone said his name, but not that he’d been asked a question.

“Ray?” Sirius raised his eyebrows at the King of Spades after an awkward beat of silence. “You’ve been awfully quiet today, come to think of it.”

“Is everything okay?” Luka now, softly. 

When all three of them failed to get his attention, Seth gasped suddenly, as if struck by a realization. “Oh, don’t tell me!”

“What’s the matter?”

“Don’t you know, Fenrir? There’s only one reason why a man could be so totally lost in dreamland! Ray, you don’t mean—it couldn’t be—”

“Hello?”

At the sound of a new, fifth voice, everyone stopped in their tracks and turned to face the door, where you were now standing. Your hand was raised to the door tentatively, as though you’d tried to knock but had received no answer. Glancing around the room bewilderedly as the Black Army officers stared at you with wide eyes, you began to backtrack, unsure of what you’d just walked in on.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to interrupt, I’ll come back later and—”

“Not at all.”

As a sixth voice joined the conversation, the group swiveled back around to face Ray’s desk. To everyone’s astonishment, Ray seemed to be fully focused suddenly, smiling at you softly. “You’re not interrupting. Come in.”

With your arrival, the air in the room seemed to thicken somehow, full of unspoken meaning. You met his smile with a grateful one of your own and he nodded in response, signaling for you to enter. At this silent exchange, a knowing look passed between Sirius and Seth—which didn’t escape Luka’s notice, but only seemed to confuse him further—and suddenly all of the pieces fell into place.

Fenrir had witnessed some of Ray’s rare displays of vulnerable emotion before, but never one like this. If he knew what Seth was implying, then that would mean...

Without even realizing, he stopped tapping his foot, his body slowly going numb instead.

He couldn’t remember what exactly you were there to tell them. After being struck by that realization, Fenrir couldn’t focus on the conversation anymore, absently glancing back and forth between you and Ray as if trying to prove to himself that this was really what it looked like. The way Ray seemed to become himself again the second you walked in... The way his posture relaxed and he leaned forward in his seat... The gentle twinkle in his eyes as he listened to you speak, as though cherishing every word... 

Seth was right. There was only one explanation.

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“Fenrir, do you think Ray likes me?”

A few days had already passed since that meeting, but even though the memory of it had been lingering in his mind ever since, it still caught him off guard when you suddenly blurted out that question at dinner one evening. So off guard, in fact, that his plate nearly slipped out of his hand.

“Huh?”

He couldn’t kept the shock out of his voice as his head snapped in your direction. Though you were standing beside him, you were gazing across the room at Ray, who was currently helping himself to a second portion of Luka’s stew despite receiving a light scolding from Sirius. 

“I mean...” Your face reddening as Fenrir stared at you with wide eyes, you tried to explain, “You know him better than anyone, right? So I assumed, if anything has changed about... the way he feels about me... well, he'd tell you first.”

Fenrir opened his mouth to respond, but stopped himself before he could say anything. The worry—insecurity—radiating off of you made him think better of it. A dull ache arose in his heart as he watched you fiddle with the ends of your hair, anticipating his response. He couldn’t find it in himself to tell you the truth.

No, he hasn’t told me anything.

Sneaking a quick glance at Ray, who seemed not to notice the two of you watching him, Fenrir was secretly glad that those words died on his tongue, so he wouldn’t have to admit it out loud.

To be honest, he hated that Ray was leaving him in the dark about all this, just as much as he hated knowing that you were doubting yourself because of Ray’s silence, too. He couldn’t speak for him, but he knew what he saw, at least. Maybe that was still enough for him to be able to help you.

“Well, do you like Ray?”

You jumped, as though you’d forgotten he would figure that out from your question. Before you even had to worry about stuttering out a response, however, Fenrir flashed you a wry grin.

“I see.”

“Fenrir—”

“Nah, don’t worry, I won’t make you say it.” Turning his gaze back onto Ray, he let out a short sigh. “There’s one thing I can tell you for sure. You remember that meeting the other day?”

You nodded.

“He was acting weird until you walked in. Then it was like all the clouds hanging over him disappeared, all at once. If just one look at you could do that to him, then you must be pretty darn special to him.”

He peeked over at you, hoping to find that his words were reassuring you. The sight of your stunned expression, your cheeks dusted a light pink, made his breath catch in his throat for a moment.

Was it really so surprising to think that Ray would value you so much? It seemed more unbelievable to Fenrir that he wouldn’t. The Black Army headquarters had really started to feel like home again once you arrived. Even with the threat of war looming over their heads, your presence alone was enough to put everyone at ease. Maybe he’d taken it for granted that you knew how much you meant to them—to him.

“Listen, I don’t know anyone else who could have that kind of effect on my buddy. That’s the honest truth. So keep your head up high, okay?”

Come on, smile for me. That worried look doesn’t suit you.

As though you’d heard his thoughts, your expression softened with relief and you glanced over at him with a small, touched smile. “Oh, Fenrir... you really are an amazing friend.”

He huffed a short laugh as if by instinct, but somehow it sounded a little strained in his own ears. “Like I said, I was just being honest with ya.”

“Still, thank you.”

“No need. What are friends for, right?”

You hummed in agreement, and it was almost funny how much that one little action reminded him of Ray. Had you picked up on that habit of his, too? Or was he starting to rub off on you, after spending so much time together?

Fenrir watched as your attention wandered back to him, and you took a deep breath. “Okay. I’ll talk to him, then.” Your voice still sounded a little nervous, but he didn’t miss the way that determination flickered in your eyes, and he decided then and there that he strongly preferred seeing you confident to seeing you doubt yourself. 

He would’ve found himself admiring that look in your eyes much longer, in fact, if you didn’t snap him out of his reverie by suddenly planting a kiss on his cheek. His eyes going wide as saucers, Fenrir’s hand flew to his face, hovering over the spot you had kissed.

“Thanks again.” With one last smile, you excused yourself and began to make your way across the room to Ray. 

Standing frozen in place, Fenrir would have sworn that his cheek was tingling. He watched the scene unfold in front of him—you approaching Ray, patting his shoulder to get his attention, Ray looking up curiously and immediately greeting you with a warm grin... 

And then Fenrir had to look away, his heart squeezing uncomfortably in his chest. The sound of his two favorite people in the world laughing together should have had the opposite effect, so why was he feeling like this? Why was he so flustered, so conflicted?

What was happening to him?

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Dragging his feet as he trudged back to his room, Fenrir tried to be extra careful, so he wouldn’t wake anyone up. He held his head in one hand, sighing. He really only meant to have one drink when he headed out to the tavern after dinner, but time must have gotten away from him. 

He’d be lying if he said the buzz wasn’t helping a little, though. It hadn’t made him forget about the issue that was bothering him, but it made it easier to think about, at least.

“An amazing friend, huh?” he muttered to himself. A flat, self-derisive chuckle slipped through his lips as he began to climb the stairs, still sensible enough to watch his step. He wondered if you would still consider him such an amazing friend if you saw him now, stumbling home drunk after seeing you so happy with another guy.

And Ray, what about him? What would he think if he knew that it broke Fenrir’s heart to imagine him with you? He was hardly acting like an amazing friend right now. If anything, he was the opposite.

“This is pathetic.” Fenrir wished he still had a drink with him to take a swig from, especially when he reached the top of the stairs and rounded the corner. “Hm?”

Standing in front of the door to Ray’s bedroom, two figures were currently wrapped in a tender embrace, their lips pressed together as they held each other close. Although the hallway was dark at this hour of the night, it didn’t take much guesswork to figure out what he was seeing. Fenrir would recognize your silhouette and that of his best buddy anywhere.

And the sight left him absolutely devastated. 

Sensing that you were no longer alone, you jumped back from Ray’s arms, abruptly severing your kiss. “Oh!”

Startled by your sudden reaction, Ray turned to follow your gaze, cautiously stepping in front of you. “Who’s there?” He squinted through the darkness, trying to make out the figure who was now standing completely still at the end of the hallway. “Fenrir? Is that you?”

Ha. So Ray would recognize me in the dark, too. 

“Yeah. Sorry to scare you,” Fenrir let out a tense laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “It looks like I’m interrupting something, huh?”

Upon realizing that it was just him, both of you visibly relaxed, although Fenrir could imagine the way you must’ve been blushing.

“Well... We talked about it, and it sounds like we’re on the same page, so...” You looked to Ray, who wrapped his arm around your waist in response, silently confirming that the feeling was mutual.

“Aw, you don’t owe me an explanation,” Fenrir waved his hand dismissively. “I will say... This is good. Really good. You two, you both deserve the best...”

Through the shadows, he could faintly see Ray’s brows furrowing together. “Fenrir, were you out drinking? What’s up?”

As much as he was trying to keep the waver out of his voice, he should’ve known that Ray would see right through him. You both were staring at him now, and his voice hitched in his throat as he tried to sort out all the emotions swirling inside him.

Damn it, this isn’t how he wanted to react. He didn’t mean to interrupt your moment or make you worry about him. You should be celebrating, and he should be happy for you. Really, truly happy for you, without any reservations. He had no reason—no right—to feel so crushed.

“Nothing’s up. I just felt like going out to town, that’s all,” he shrugged. “And listen, I won’t tell anyone what I saw, so you don’t need to worry about that. Although I’m sure everyone will be thrilled when you’re ready to tell them. Ha, I can hear Seth’s voice already. You know, he was hoping this would happen.”

Fenrir could feel that you were both still hesitant, watching him carefully, so he continued on, desperate to put you both at ease. 

“As for me, well... I’m always rooting for you, ya know? I, uh...” He paused, clearing his throat. “You two mean a lot to me, so I’ll support you no matter what. Really, I mean it.”

Silence hung in the air for a moment. A heavy silence, as though none of you would dare to breathe. 

Ray was the first to speak again, his voice a soft murmur. 

“I never doubted that, buddy.” 

Fenrir tensed at the tone of his voice, understanding the meaning it carried. Ray was simultaneously grateful for his offer of support and confused as to why he even felt it was necessary to say. So, then, he’d assumed that Fenrir would’ve been on board from the beginning, and probably that he already knew how Ray felt. Maybe that was why he hadn’t bothered to explain anything to him.

Oh, I’m such an idiot. 

Fenrir was always the first to notice whenever something was wrong with Ray. That was true. But he’d forgotten that it was true the other way around, too. Of course his buddy would know that there was something more going on here if he didn’t step up his game.

For the sake of Ray’s happiness and yours, Fenrir had to do what he did best. 

Put on a brave face. 

No matter how much it might hurt.

Pasting his cheerful smile back onto his face, his words spoke the truth, even if his expression was lying. “Well, then, I’ll leave you to it. My head’s pounding, so I think I should get to bed. I’ll celebrate with you properly tomorrow, yeah?”

“Thank you, Fenrir.”

Your gentle voice was clearly meant to offer him some sort of solace, but somehow it made him feel even worse. Still, he kept his smile exactly as it was, turning to walk away with a carefree wave.

“No need. What are friends for, right?”

#aka fenrir gets friendzoned twice in 2k words #I needed some more angst on this blog #it was getting too cozy around here 😤 #but also I miss ikerev and I miss fenray so I needed to do something about it #ikemen revolution #ikerev #ikerev fenrir #ikerev ray #fenrir godspeed #ray blackwell #fenray #ikerev x reader #ikemen revolution x reader

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Hi, could I maybe request Loki from ikemen revolution with a SO who hast a cold? Also, I really like your writing.

A/n: Of course!!! And thank you! Also I apologize if this sucks.

Letting out another sneeze, you felt a pair of eyes on you. Slowly turning your head you spotted Loki staring at you as you did your best hide a cough escaping your throat.

“Your sick?”

You were a bit surprised to see how blunt the man was since you were so used to his playful nature.

“N-no I’m.”

Letting out another cough you suddenly felt more light headed as you went to go and sit down you felt your legs start to give out under you though you collapsed into the arms of Loki. Than lifting you up, his nose wrinkling as he carried you off to the shared bedroom.

“Nooo where are you taking me.” Struggling in your boyfriends arms.”

“Stop squirming, you gotta get some rest.”Loki huffed, you felt to warm and he didn’t like that.

Closing your eyes you relaxed into his arm as you let him tuck you into the bed. It did not take long for him to grab an ice pack along with other things you might like. Letting out another cough, you gave him a sleepy smile. “Hmm love you.” You let out a tired yawn.

“Ya…love ya too.” Leaning in Loki gave your head a kiss as he sat down next to you. “Get some sleep.”

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[crodo-writing]

Only for Him

Character(s): Jonah Clemence

Gender-neutral reader | Word Count: 2.4k (650 in the first, 1.7k in the second)

Contents: Soulmate au where the first words you speak to your soulmate appear on your skin.

Warning: Yandere in second ficlet, Touching (sfw) without consent, general creepy vibes in the last ficlet

a/n: haha sorry for saying i was moving accounts and then not uploading smth soon after, i was writing multiple of these and uuuh it turned out writing for just one character was long enough. I have more though :3

When you are his soulmate

Soulmates had been a romanticized topic around Jonah, a mythical thing he would never be allowed to enjoy, a silly fairytale. On top of being the next Queen of Hearts and having to marry a noble woman to continue the line, his soulmate’s line was… rather anticlimactic and uninteresting. It was the furthest thing from romantic he could get. “I’m not lying” is so simplistic, so generic, and who would say that as their first words to someone? Not anyone that Jonah knew of, that’s for sure, because what reasonable person would lead off the conversation with “I’m not lying”?

And yet that was what someone said to him, straight to his face. That mysterious person that fell to Cradle on the night of the full moon, Alice the second, the one who had Cradle’s future in the palm of their hands, and the one who would help win them the war between red and black. On that night, not only was he surprised by their magic-defying ability, but the fact that they spoke the words his soulmate would speak to him. He didn’t know what to be more flabbergasted about, and that moment of hesitation made him lose them, as they ran as swiftly as they appeared. 

It was his duty to get this Alice for his king, but it was his duty as their soulmate to inform them that they were his. They most likely already knew but they hadn’t reached out to him. How rude. So he did the best thing to accomplish both goals; have a private meeting with the Alice. And for further planning, he’d be able to get both the second Alice for the red army and his soulmate. He couldn’t think of a better scenario if he tried. 

He was very pleased with himself and grew excited when he saw his soulmate ascend from the Civic Center and into the garden alone, just as he had asked. Oh how excellent it was to have a soulmate who could take orders from him. He couldn’t ask for anything better. 

Throughout their first meeting together, they wouldn’t stop surprising him. In a bad way, he would insist, as they were feisty and didn’t like to listen to him at all. They were rather hostile to him. As the meeting went on, Jonah grew more antsy and crossed with the situation before him. But the straw that broke the oxe’s back was when they told him, with such conviction, that they “could never love him.”

“Let’s play a game, Alice,” Jonah proposed with a strained smile, abruptly standing up from his chair and walking over to them. In a desperate attempt to hold his composure, he tried to school himself about how he had no reason to get so riled up about their words and actions. This was merely a pawn. His pawn, but a pawn nonetheless. Their words didn’t matter, don’t let such petty words spoken by a commoner make him irate. By the time he made his way across the table and over to Alice, he grabbed their chin for direct eye contact. “Why not play a game of love? You say you can never love me? Do you stand by that statement?”

Alice replied with a huffy “I do!”. Oh how fun it was to rile them up like they did to him. 

Jonah’s smile changed from a mask to one of mischief. “Then you won’t have a problem taking on this challenge from me. Once every three days, we’ll have a date.”

His words only made them angrier, but they couldn’t get out any words before Jonah pulled away from them and started his way back down to the Civic Center. As he walked away, Jonah spoke out to Alice. “I’ll be generous and give you wishes of luck. Though I know you’ll fall for me. Then you’ll be where you belong, right by my side”

When you aren’t his soulmate (1779)

Jonah wouldn’t say he was “fascinated” by the idea of soulmates, because that implies that he looks into this silly fairytale idea. No, as the Queen of Hearts he would never. He was never meant to have a soulmate. The universe could assign him a soulmate, but his destiny was paved by his ancestors and love was not something that they would allow for him. So it would have been better if he just never looked into soulmates. He swore he never did.

Then they had to come and ruin everything for him. This person from the land of reason. They would be his, and not just for the sake of the Red Army. Something about them just attracted him towards them. They were his destiny. Yet the words on his wrist said differently, saying words far different than the ones they spoke to him.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Queen of Hearts,” blemished his wrist. Scowling for the uptenth time, Jonah tears his eyes away from the words. There were a plethora of things wrong between you and the words from his soulmate that all added up to you not “being the one”. For example, you didn’t even know who he was. A shame, truly. Then you acted so brashly and indignantly. And there were so many other things, yet he knew you were “the one” for him. The universe had it wrong, that was all. He could easily fix this with some seduction on his behalf. On top of that, it wasn’t like you two had to be soulmates; there wasn’t a guarantee that soulmates would find each other. It was a rare and celebrated occurrence. If you were his soulmate, it would make everything far easier. Yet his best efforts came up barren, as his proposed challenge of “dates” didn’t make you like him at all. If anything, it made you hate him more.

Furrowing his brows, Jonah tried to think of other ways to get you. Time was ticking and he had less than two weeks to get you. Jonah pondered over many options. There was always the option to go straight to kidnapping, but that wouldn’t be honorable. The deal was that you would fall for him on your own volition, that he’d win you over, not just grab you. No, he had to figure out something that would still force you into the Red Army Quarters. They would be his. They were his. 

The words on his wrist kept taunting him, practically screaming at him about the connection he has and how you aren’t his other half. A stark reminder that the universe didn’t see you two fit. The universe was blind, it could be wrong, so why would he blindly follow what the universe laid out for him? 

Snarling at the tattoo, he pulled the sleeve of his shirt and coat down, hiding the most useless thing to him. It was going to gain some usage today though. He didn’t think himself to be a brute, but if he had to force two puzzle pieces together to make an image, then so be it. 

This would be the last day you weren't officially Jonah’s.

Jonah had made plans for the third date between you two, choosing the crystal lake to show you what “Cradle had to offer”, since you were interested in Cradle. It was secluded, a gorgeous sight, especially to someone who wasn’t from Cradle, and rather romantic. The sky was clear, the sun didn’t shine too brightly, and the temperature was refreshingly cool. Really, nothing could go wrong. 

He arrived first, of course. He decided a small picnic was in order, as you seemed to like more common activities. Things that were really below him, but nonetheless sweet. You arrived as Jonah was placing the picnic blanket down, albeit clumsily and in the most awkward fashion ever, but he was preparing everything well enough. 

“Do you need help there?” you walk over to Jonah, already reaching down to fix the blanket. 

“No,” Jonah swats your hands away, scrunching his face up. “I don’t. I can do this just fine, give me just a moment.” With that, Jonah went back to laying the blanket on the ground. Some of it was still bunched up, but it was still the best place to sit in the immediate area. “See! Perfect! Now come, come sit. The food won’t eat itself.” Jonah grabs the previously discarded basket of goodies and goes to the blanket. 

“Alright, alright,” you chuckle, walking over to Jonah’s blanket and sitting yourself down. “What do you have today, oh great Queen of Hearts?”

“Some sandwiches, macaroons, strawberries. Just some light things.” Jonah seemed to have brightened up from your words. Maybe he was preening from you referring to him by his title. “Oh, there’s something I wanted to ask about the Land of Reason.” 

“And what could that be?” Looking at him quizzically, you try to decipher where the conversation could be leading to. He hasn’t seemed too curious about it before. The focus on the dates so far had been on whooing you. Maybe he was trying a new tactic or gathering intel for a new tactic? 

“Are there soulmate connections?”

“Yes,” you quirk a brow at his question. That seemed rather odd to ask. “We have soulmate connections in the land of reason. Do you not have them in Cradle?”

“Oh we have them in Cradle,” There was nearly an audible smile in his words. “I was just asking to see if there were any in the land of reason, because of the lack of magic there.”

“Why would that make us have no soulmates?” squinting, you try to quickly think of where this leads. Soulmates. He’s asking for soulmates… does he want to know if you have a soulmate? Or if you’re soulmates? No you’d already know by now, plus it’d be a nightmare to be his soulmate. You’d send your regards to his poor soulmate if you could.  

“I don’t know,” Jonah shrugged. “I just wanted to see what differences there were between the Land of Reason and Cradle.”

“Well, is there anything else about soulmates there you want to know about?” You try to finish all this soulmate talk as soon as possible, specifically for future encounters. If you get everything out here, he’ll stop pestering you.

“What’s your soulmate connection?” He asks it so simply, yet it was the most shocking thing he could have asked. Mouth agape, you try to formulate a response, but Jonah keeps going. “Mine is the tattoo one, the first words your soulmate speaks to you.” 

“Oh really? Well mine’s-” You can’t even try to be polite and Jonah interrupts. He makes it so hard to be nice, he really does. 

“Anyways, Soulmate, how do you do?” You’re flabbergasted. If you weren’t so shocked, you’d joke about how he could ask a worse question than the one before. He’d manage to find something worse, you were betting on that now. 

“Excuse me? I’m not your soulmate?” Indignantly, you try to get the conversation to get equal again, for you to be an active participant, to be an equal to Jonah. At least in the conversation. You couldn’t even dream about being on his level, but a conversation was different.

“Well you may not be my soulmate, but I love you.” With a stern face, he slowly started to unveil his intentions. “We could make this work.” With every word, he kept making the encounter worse. At this point, it was probably the worse date you’d ever gone on. This was practically proposing on the first date, with someone you barely got along with. Where’d he even get the “we” from? He was rather delusional on that front, that or making flawed assumptions. There’s no way you’d go through this willingly. 

“I don’t love you though!” You shout, losing composure. This was a train wreck, truly terrible. Jonah had never talked to a a romantic interest. To hell with this “plan” to hold the war off with these playdates, Jonah was freaky at this point. “I don’t know where you got that impression, but I don’t have any feelings for you.”

“Well I do!” He yelled back, composure completely gone, leaving a panting, desperate man. His feelings were more important than yours. 

He wasn’t going to take a rejection. 

“I love you so much and I hate that. I loathe the fact that you keep me up at night.” Crawling over, like the desperate and deprived man he is, his manic eyes met your. You were frozen in shock, this is not the Jonah you’ve known.  

You’re barely able to scoot back before Jonah is in front of you, grabbing your wrists to stop your escape. Though he quickly moves to your side after securing you, holding you in an embrace from behind. This would be very sweet if Jonah wasn’t like this. Or better yet, if it wasn’t Jonah at all. You’d be sure to avoid him in the future, but you were scared you wouldn’t have a future after this. Both arms wrapped around you. Before getting fully situated, he pulled the sleeve down on one of his arms, before intertwining the used hand with one of your and laying both against your stomach. Your other arm was getting squished between Jonah’s other arm and his body. He held his wrist out, his bare wrist clearly visible and tattooed words upon them in a refined handwriting. “Now you better say the words on my wrist if you know what’s good for you.”

Jonah had an amazing knack for being horrid. You were too shocked to speak. You were truly a fish on land, both because it felt like you were suffocating and you could only open and close your mother in shock. You really jinxed yourself by saying asking about soulmates was the most shocking he’d get. He exceeded your expectations. 

When you didn’t speak, Jonah gave you a quick squeeze to get your attention. “I told you to read the line.” He was getting impatient. 

Somehow you find your voice again and shakily do as he asked. “Uh I- it’s a pleasure to meet you too, Queen of Hearts.” You were slow, but you still said it, pleasing Jonah. He repositioned himself a bit to a proper hug from behind, resting his head onto your shoulder.

“See? It wasn’t that hard,” he spoke softly into your ear, one of the most patronizing congratulations you’d heard from this haughty mess of a man. “Now everything will be easier.”

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SUMMARY: to blanc, you are the change he needed, and your pressing secret won't change that.

WARNINGS: mentions of mortality, blood. Vampire stuff.

COMMENTS: ok ok so @vivislosingitagain here is my thought process YOU like biting people and sucking their blood so YOU are a vampire. and HEY GUESS WHAT vampires are IMMORTAL kind of. and im pretty sure blanc is really fucking old so i think mortality angst would work great with him BUT WHAT IF HIS PARTNER WAS AS OLD AS HE WAS AND BIT HIM. that's the post.

also im so sorry if blanc is out of character i have seen this man three times in the routes ive played + the prologue oops.

It’s a clear night. The stars are bright in the sky, just as they were hundreds and hundreds of years ago. Blanc doesn’t know if they’ll ever change, but he takes comfort in their consistency. They’re stationary, unmoving, unshifting, just like him. He’s always been in Cradle, long enough to see the shattering of bonds between the armies and the first Alice fall. He’s seen the skirmishes and the blood and the carnage.

And he’s seen you, the one who followed him into the rabbit hole and into Cradle.

He remembers thinking you were cute. He remembers Oliver scolding him for speaking his mind, and he remembers you tearing your eyes away from him, a shy smile on your lips. You’ve always been alluring, in a way he never anticipated, and it makes him wonder if someone from the Land of Reason can really be magical like the people of Cradle.

It’s no use though—he knows the passage of time will take you away. He knows love (what he feels for you, there’s no doubt about it) is a powerful force, but it cannot break the way the sun and moon rise and fall, it cannot stop the stars from dying light years away, it cannot stop your inevitable aging.

He knows this, and yet he can’t let go. He greets you in the morning with a soft pat on your head, leaning over your bed as you stretch and yawn. His gaze softens when you rub your eyes and look over at him, and you’re looking at him like he’s the only thing you ever want to see.

He’s so selfish—he wants so badly for you to only look at him.

For someone so keenly aware of how mortal you are, he knows he's being awfully flippant about it. It’s the folly of man, to be so foolish as to yearn, but there’s always the possibility that fate will take pity on his poor soul and listen to its cries for his love to stay.

And so, the next night, a night that should be no different from any other, he breaks his routine. He keeps you up late, chatting over tea as the full moon rises in the sky, asking you if you want to go home. He watches you as you go quiet, your previously bright smile fading into a thoughtful frown. You’re staring into your tea as if it can give you the answer, and Blanc hopes the tea will give you the same answer he would.

I wish you would stay. I wish you would stay with me. I wish you would think I’m worth it. I wish that if I had to be hurt then you would be the one to hurt me because I’ve never loved anyone like you and I doubt I ever will. I wish you would be the one to thrust this dagger into my heart so fate doesn’t have the chance.

“...I want to stay with you.” you say, and Blanc knows you’re hiding something from him but he can’t bring himself to ask when you already look so worried.

“Are you sure?” he asks, reaching across the table to place a hand on yours.

Your head jerks up and you meet his gaze with parted lips—almost like you want to tell him but are far too scared.

“You can tell me anything.” he stresses, squeezing your hand gently.

“I’m not...” you purse your lips, looking away again as you choose your words carefully, “I’m not having doubts about staying here, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

Blanc holds back his sigh of relief in favor of another inquisitive glance. Your brow furrows and he knows you feel his stare, your cute canines poking at your lower lip as you gnaw on it pensively.

“I have a secret I don’t think I’m ready to share yet.” you say softly, turning back to him, “I will someday. I just...need time.”

Blanc laughs, a sound that's full of relief and love and sounds like the wind chimes that hang in your no longer temporary bedroom’s window, the ones that have been there since you came and will be there when—if—you leave.

“Darling.” he breathes, staring straight into your eyes with so much love, “I have all the time in the world.”

The full moon sinks beneath the horizon and the sun comes up again. The teacups from the night before have been cleaned and placed back on their shelves, and the cake you two cut slices out of remains in the fridge. There are still traces of you within the house—your skincare is still in the bathroom, your toothbrush is next to his, and your chair still has a cushion of your favorite color. None of those things have been removed because you didn’t leave.

You’re still in your bedroom, sleeping soundly, but this time Blanc is there with you, his arms wrapped around you. His body is tangled with yours, your legs intertwining as the bed sheets knot themselves around your limbs. Your head is resting right over his heart, the part of him that’s pounding away for you. Gently, he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and stares down at your sleeping face, the face that shows him all of your thoughts and emotions, the face that belongs to the person who loves him enough to stay.

He wakes you up with a kiss on your forehead, a kiss on the bridge of your nose, a kiss on your left eyelid and a kiss on your right, a kiss on your jaw—

He sighs when you start to stir, propping yourself up on your elbows. The bed sheets fall off your body like water cascading down the side of a cliff, and your bleary eyes have never looked more beautiful. He lays there, admiring you in the morning light as the wind chimes chime, the soft breeze from the cracked open window ruffling through your hair.

You shiver.

“Darling,” Blanc calls, placing a hand on your shoulder, “Good morning.”

You smile when you turn to look at him, and you allow yourself to fall back against the mattress next to him.

“Good morning.” you murmur, your nails tracing the curve of his cheekbone before tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, “You look so handsome.”

Ever the charmer, he’s rarely been charmed himself. And so he does the only thing he deems appropriate, and thanks you with a kiss on the back of your hand.

Weeks pass, and Blanc finds himself growing into this new routine. You're a sign of change, that he knows for sure. His own room remains vacant for the most part unless you decide to pull him into his room instead of your own when you’re ready for bed. It makes no difference to him where you go, only that he can follow you like the lovesick fool he is.

Except you’re not leading him to either of your bedrooms tonight.

You’re leading him outside, under the pale moonlight and into the chilly nighttime breeze. He looks up at the full moon and holds your hand a little tighter.

“Thank you for giving me time.” you say, the wind swelling as it passes between the two of you and further into the night, “I’m ready to tell you what I’ve been hiding from you now. It’s...not fair to keep it from you any longer.”

“I understand,” he smiles softly, cupping your cheek, “Go ahead.”

“I’m a vampire.” you say, and it takes his brain a few moments to catch up, “I’ve...found it hard to get blood in Cradle but since meeting with Kyle’s he’s managed to get me blood when I need it. I don’t like drinking from animals or people but it...has to be done for me to stay alive.”

Blanc’s brain is whirring as you spill your guts to him, your mouth moving faster and faster as you explain how despised vampires are in the Land of Reason, how people view them as monsters and how you’re certain you’re cursed.

Cursed. What a funny word to say to him.

“Is that why your canines are so sharp?” he blurts, leaning closer to your face.

You stop talking, bending backward just a bit at his sudden closeness.

“I—I’m sorry, what?” you ask, looking confused.

“Ah, well....I always thought they were cute.” he smiles kindly, brushing his thumb over your cheekbone.

“I...” you blink owlishly before shaking your head in disbelief, “Blanc, I just told you I’m a vampire.”

“Indeed you did.”

Your mouth falls open as if looking for the right words to say, and yet you come up with nothing.

“You can feed from me if you wish. I don’t want you to suffer any longer.” he offers like its the most natural thing in the world.

Still, you say nothing.

And then he murmurs your name, as soft as the flower petals brushing against your ankles.

“I don’t want to use you like that. I don’t want you to be a food source for me.” you grit your teeth, staring at the ground like you couldn’t be more ashamed, “I don’t want to be the monster the Land of Reason made me out to be.”

“You’re not. I give myself to you willingly, and I'll do it over and over again.” Blanc murmurs, hands slipping away from you.

It takes you a moment to realize he’s slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt, leaving his collarbone open to the nighttime breeze and your eyes.

“My love.” he opens his arms for you and his shirt slips off his shoulder, leaving his skin vulnerable—

“I give myself to you.”

And he pulls you into his chest, as he whispers words of love telling you that you can bite him, drink from him, take all that you need and that it will be okay because he’d give you everything if you asked for it, and that you changed his life for the better, you brought springtime’s flowers and winter’s shimmering ice and summer’s warm sunlight and autumn’s delicate, beautiful leaves to a life that was so repetitive and boring until you arrived—a life that belonged to the man you see before you but not anymore because its yours and it will always be yours.

Tears prick your eyes as you kiss his skin, worshiping each freckle and small scar you can reach. Your canines poke insistently at his skin and you ignore the urge for one, two, three, four, five seconds before your mouth opens and you bite down, hoping the small gasp that leaves his lips isn’t one of pain. You’re careful not to take too much but it tastes so good and who knew drinking from the one you loved could make you feel so happy and full.

Blanc looks up at the moon as you feed, happiness and adoration blurring his vision as he thinks about you, you who trusted him enough to bite him, to tell him who you were, you who stayed behind for him even though you could have left.

He stares up at the moon and sighs because he’s in love. He’s in love with you.

And after you’re done, after you pull away and lick the puncture marks to soothe them, after you press a dozen more kisses to his skin, Blanc still loves you. His blood is smeared around your mouth but he pulls you in anyway, kissing you with everything he has because you deserve nothing less than that.

And he loves you.

Over and over again, he loves you.

He doesn’t know how long he’ll be aging or how long you will have by his side, but he knows that if you will forever be his constant, he’ll come out okay in the end.

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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.

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Fandom: Ikemen Revolution Pairing: Jonah Clemence x female!Reader/MC Rating/Warnings: SFW; Jonah-centric POV; fluff with some angst (resolved) Word Count: 2400-ish Written by: @yanjam Prompt: A and B argue over the appropriate times to put up and take down holiday decorations

Jonah’s carriage came to a creaking stop in front of the Black Army headquarters. He saw his brother’s familiar figure waiting for him just beyond the main gates. After murmuring some instructions for the driver to wait for his return, he stepped down and huddled deeper into the plush lining of his coat. The biting cold wind felt like needles scratching at his skin.

Luka fell into step beside him as they both walked in silence towards the main building. Jonah noticed the spruce trees that lined the snowy pathway were decorated with silver bows. There were tasteful holiday tapestries hanging from balconies and windows on the higher floors. Twinkling fairy lights wrapped around vibrant green garlands that hung above the door and window frames. 

“I’m surprised the Black Army is capable of such niceties,” he said half-heartedly, a weak attempt at an insult. Luka ignored him and led him up the front steps and they paused in front of the door, stomping the snow off their boots. Jonah glanced at the elaborate wreath hanging in front of him. The giant black bow tied at the bottom of the wreath looked like it was made from real silk. The embroidery was made of glittery silver thread. Luka pushed the door open and moved aside to let Jonah enter first.

It took a surprising amount of willpower to stop the audible gasp that caught at the back of Jonah’s throat. He stared wide-eyed at the entrance hall that was brilliantly lit with candles. Garlands of holly and pine wrapped around the staircase banister leading to the second floor. Similar to the exterior, black and silver bows and twinkling fairy lights decorated the doorways. An enormous Christmas tree stood in the large sitting room nearby. Large glass and ceramic ornaments hung off the branches while strings of colourful lights wrapped around the tree. The only thing missing was a tree topper.

Jonah pulled his scarf loose as he walked around slowly, scrutinizing every detail of the transformation that had taken place here. He wouldn’t call the Black Army headquarters decrepit, but from his few visits in the past he remembered it was normally utilitarian and bland. The Red Army headquarters, although regal and elegant in its own right, had yet to be decorated for the holiday season and was clearly outdone.

Luka must have read his thoughts in the expression on his face because he offered his brother a mysteriously smug smile. “I think we have the Red Army beat this year,” he said. He motioned for Jonah to follow him and they slowly circled the tree. Up close, Jonah could see that the Black Army officers had their own custom-made ornaments hanging proudly from the branches. The officers had hand-sewn snowmen crafted in their likeness. One wore the same hat and cloak as Ray, another had a belt with pistol holders similar to Fenrir. There were several personalized ornaments with the names of other prominent Black Army soldiers too. The elaborate writing on the ornaments was familiar to him.

Jonah felt something sink in the pit of his stomach as realization washed over him. “I suppose you had help planning all this since I doubt your uncouth lot could come up with half these ideas on your own,” he said bitterly, the awe he felt only moments ago turning sour in his mouth.

“Of course we did. Alice has so many wonderful talents, wouldn’t you agree?” Fenrir’s voice echoed cheerily from somewhere above him. Jonah heard several pairs of footsteps descend the stairs nearby and he turned to face them, hackles rising. The unexpected invitation from his brother was beginning to feel like a trap.

“Perhaps she could help liven up the Red Army headquarters as well?” Seth suggested with an innocent tone that fooled no one.

“Oh, wait,” Fenrir said with a drawl, “she already tried that, didn’t she?”

Jonah glared at the Ace of Spades who stood at the bottom of the staircase with his hands on his hips and a triumphant smile on his face. The smile didn’t reach his eyes, however - they glinted with something menacing.

Sirius put his hand on Fenrir’s shoulder and squeezed. It would’ve looked friendly if Fenrir didn’t wince in pain. “Despite how clearly he doesn’t deserve her, we know that Jonah would never hurt Alice knowingly. Isn’t that right?” The older man’s question was laced with an unspoken threat. Jonah bristled with indignation at the accusation.

“If you’re all done posturing, I’ve finished the ornament for the top of the tree if you’d like to see it,” a child’s voice said nearby. Jonah glanced wearily at Oliver who was wiping his hands on a handkerchief. He looked almost comical with his sleeves rolled up and a startling amount of glitter and pine needles stuck in his hair. The Black Army officers hurried past him, their excited voices fading away down the hall. “And then we can help you figure out how to fix this little misunderstanding with Alice,” he said, giving Jonah a pointed look before leaving the room expectantly. 

“Isn’t it a bit early to be decorating for Christmas?” he had asked Alice one morning when he saw she had hung a wreath on their bedroom door. The fall harvest celebrations had just ended, and the weather was still mild. Her face fell for a brief moment before she smiled at him, nodding her apparent agreement. By the end of the day, the subject was long forgotten from Jonah’s mind. She never brought it up again.

If someone told Jonah his thoughtless question would provoke his darling Alice enough to turn the Black Army headquarters into a winter wonderland, he wouldn't have believed it. Caught up in the frenzied schedule of the holiday season, he failed to realize how much time she had spent here rather than at the Red Army headquarters. He despised the idea that his brother and the Black Army fools were able to soothe her disappointment in him by giving her a place to nurture her excitement for the holidays. Surrounded by the evidence of his failure, he realized that the wreath on their bedroom door had quietly disappeared without him even noticing.

In the large workshop Oliver had commandeered for himself, the Black Army officers were huddled around a table, watching the tree topper he’d made slowly rotate on a mechanical base. On the outside, it looked like an ordinary star shape made of stained glass. Somehow, Oliver’s invention shot out little puffs of real snow accompanied by bells that chimed a loop of different Christmas melodies. Oliver said something about the not-so-legal use of magic crystals to keep the mechanical device inside the ornament filled with water and able to conjure snow at specific timed intervals.

Jonah felt like an intruder as he watched the officers nearby collect the ornament and run off, eager to add the finishing touch to their tree. He slumped over at a nearby workbench, elbows on the table, head in his hands. He’s not sure how much time had passed, but he felt a small poke in his side. He glanced at the child who sat beside him.

“I knew Christmas was her favourite holiday, but I didn’t expect…” he trailed off, gesturing vaguely at the boxes that lined Oliver’s workspace, filled to the brim with unused decorations, “…all of this.” 

“Do you really hate decorating that much?” Oliver asked. Not judging, simply curious.

Jonah shook his head. “With all of our other duties taking priority, updating our seasonal decor is usually done closer to the holiday itself. It’s my own fault I didn’t talk to her about it properly as soon as she showed an interest in it.” He looked away, attempting to hide the shamed flush staining his cheeks. “I hate that I made her feel like I wouldn't want this for us too.”

Oliver snorted and hopped up from his seat. “You’re an idiot if you think all these decorations are only for the Black Army,” he said as he pulled a random ornament from an open box and tossed it to Jonah. It was a red bow with Zero’s name embroidered with gold thread. “I think she was waiting for you to be more receptive to the idea, so she’s been making everything and storing it all here. If you want to make up for your stupidity," he said with a smirk, "I’d appreciate your help getting all these boxes out of my workshop and taking them where they belong.”

Jonah thought for a moment before he finally smiled. “If you’ll put up with the intrusion for a bit longer, I have a favor to ask of you and Blanc.”

Jonah paced in the entrance hall of the Red Army headquarters as he watched Alice’s carriage grow smaller in the distance. As promised, Oliver recruited Blanc’s help in luring Alice away early that morning, using some ruse about finalizing celebrations planned in the Central Quarter.

Once she was out of sight, Jonah left with his group of volunteer soldiers to retrieve the boxes of decorations from the Black Army. One of Jonah’s many other tasks that day was securing the largest tree he could find that would reasonably fit in the Red Army hall and arranging for its delivery. He ordered different potted trees, poinsettias, and other festive plants with extras to spare. He was not going to let his plans be side swept by miscalculations on his part.

One task Jonah did not enjoy was explaining his sudden urgency to overhaul the Red Army headquarters within the short window of Alice’s absence. The other Red Army officers laughed at his clumsy rebuke of Alice’s early decorating for the holidays which somehow led to a clandestine makeover of the Black Army’s base of operations. Jonah framed the daunting task as a competition since he knew most of the Red Army soldiers wouldn’t dare back away from a challenge if their pride was on the line.

Once all of the boxes had been delivered and unloaded into the main hall, the officers began sorting through them with obvious appreciation of Alice’s beautiful decorations. The King of Hearts personally took over the task of organizing the exterior displays and installing the new greenery. Jonah watched with dwindling patience as the others bickered over who should get to decorate the tree. He told them to figure it out amongst themselves with as little bloodshed as possible and left the room. When he returned ten minutes later, Edgar stood proudly beside the tree, hardly a hair out of place, with boxes of ornaments and lights opened and ready at his feet.

“How did you convince Blanc to keep Alice away for the entire day?” Edgar asked as he struggled to untie a knotted ball of string lights. No one wanted to risk her early return which would ruin the surprise.

“I suggested she take some of the carrot recipes she’d been saving as part of his Christmas gift,” Jonah’s voice replied from behind the Christmas tree. He had climbed up a ladder and was hanging decorations on the higher branches.

Edgar laughed - it was a clever idea on Jonah’s part. Blanc loved anything carrot-related and would spend the entire day in the kitchen taste-testing if time allowed it. “If that’s the case, then we’ll be lucky if Blanc doesn’t just keep her overnight,” Edgar teased. He ducked his head when a golden bauble came soaring at him from Jonah’s direction.

You stood in front of the large doors, stunned by what you were seeing. You first noticed the new brightly-lit trees that lined the path on your return journey home across the Red Bridge. You recognized many of your decorations hanging from the balconies and windows above you. The giant wreath on the front door had two ornamental birds made of felt nested side-by-side on a branch of holly. The red silk ribbon had Merry Christmas embroidered in beautiful golden script. You had only finished making it a week ago; the pine smell was still so fresh.

After a few moments, the doors opened wide and Jonah’s beaming smile greeted you. He had changed out of his uniform and was wearing a simple cream button-up shirt with a red scarf tied around his neck. He took your hands gently in his and led you through the elaborately decorated entranceway. Somewhere nearby a Christmas carol chimed; apparently Oliver had made two identical tree topper ornaments without you knowing.

You didn't know where to look first. You didn’t know what to say.

“I’m sorry that we couldn’t share this experience sooner than this, because of my own ignorance,” Jonah said quietly, remorsefully, “but I promise to try not to disappoint you so gravely in the future.” You could hear the truth in his voice and saw his eyes were bright and pleading as they stared into your own.

You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him. You felt his hands grasp your waist and pull you closer to him in response. You nuzzled his chest, soaking in his warmth and comforting scent. Your eyes felt hot with tears but when you looked up at him, your smile was wide and full of love. “I’ll forgive you if you give me the grand tour - I want to see the tree!” Your growing excitement was a soothing balm for the lonely disappointment you tried so hard to hide from him all this time.

You and Jonah held hands as he led you from room to room, eager to show you the efforts of a very long day's work. Along the way, Red Army soldiers stopped you to compliment your decorations and thanked you for your generosity. Some of them told you stories about how all the officers had asked for volunteers to help and how Jonah watched every step with a critical eye to make sure no decoration went unused.

Kyle congratulated you when he walked past you both, a red ribbon tied in his hair and a bottle tucked under an arm. Edgar found the pair of you as you were leaving Lance's office. He told you where he’d placed the stockings you’d made for each of the officers. He suggested that Jonah’s stocking be stuffed full of coal - the bauble incident from earlier was clearly not forgotten.

Eventually the hour grew late and exhaustion was finally starting to overtake the happiness you felt. Jonah smiled knowingly and steered you to the familiar hallway leading to your room. He found the wreath you made for and returned it to its rightful place on your bedroom door. Your names were embroidered on the silk ribbon, a memento of your first Christmas together.

“If you’ll permit me, I have one final surprise for you,” Jonah said with a twinkle in his eye. You admired the way his cheeks flushed in the dimming light. It was so adorable when he got flustered about something.

“I’m not sure I can handle anymore surprises after the evening I’ve had,” you said with a laugh as he pushed the door open then pulled you close to him.

“There’s one last holiday tradition that I refuse to overlook,” he said with surprising seriousness, his voice low and tinged with heat. He nodded his chin upwards. You followed his gaze and saw a sprig of mistletoe hanging in the doorway above you. He silenced your delighted laughter with a kiss.

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Author's note: This is just another of the comfort fics I wrote as a self-indulgent thing during a really bad day. It's a longer one and I'm hiding this one under a read-more. Trigger warnings are in effect here - this deals with body hatred, self-fat shaming, body issues, and it could potentially trigger someone susceptible to eating disorders back into harmful behaviour, I guess. Other than that, there's just the fact that the characters are wildly out of character, so trigger warning for that.

She stood in front of the full-length mirror, turning this way and that. Her face…her whole body felt hot, her stomach twisted. Her face was twisted in unhappiness, and she was trying so hard, but the tears prickled at her eyes. Oh god, she’d been right…she couldn’t believe what she was seeing in the mirror. How the hell did anyone put up looking at her like this. No matter where her eyes fell in the mirror, all she could see was nothing but wrong, gross, bad…her hair was frizzy, the double chin, the boobs straining at her shirt, like heavy bags of sands, the thighs that could never achieve that thigh gap she wanted so much. And the fat…the fat everywhere, reminding her that she could never be pretty. She wanted to cry, wanted to smash the mirror, wanted to just…be someone else. Someone like all the girls she passed on the streets of Cradle,  slim and delicate and pretty. She’d been doing so good lately too. Though Luka’s home-cooking was so tempting, she’d been avoiding it all, finding excuses to skip out on meals without it ever becoming a thing, the hunger a reminder that she was winning. But that mirror…that hateful mirror just kept reminding her that she wasn’t winning anything, that she was nothing but a loser and a fat one at that.

A knock at the door brought her out of her thoughts, making her startle and jump like a wild animal. Brushing hastily at her tears and trying desperately to paste a smile on her face, to get her breathing under control, she hurried to the door, where the knocking had turned into what sounded like heavy banging, and turned the knob.

“Ah, sorry to bother you! I hope I’m not interrupting, little lady,” Sirius said, smiling down at her, his foot still half-cocked from where he had been kicking at the door. Kicking because his hands were full, a plate full of food that smelled so wonderful in each hand. “I noticed you hadn’t come down for supper, so I figured I’d bring it up. Thought it would be nice to have supper together, though the others have all eaten already. Luka really out-did himself tonight, so what do you say, little lady? Have supper with me?”

Her breath caught, her stomach rumbling and betraying her as she smiled the best she could.

“Thank you, Sirius! That was so nice of you…I’m just not that hungry tonight. Had too much to eat at lunch!” she said, laughing (just a touch too shrill, just a touch too fake).

“Really?” His eyebrow rose and what was that look in his eyes. “Where did you go to eat? Anywhere good?”

“Ah, just out with Fenrir!” The lie slipped out, perfectly told if she did say so herself. “You know how much fun he’s been having showing me all the interesting places he knows in Cradle!”

Sirius was moving about, moving past her to set the plates down on a table in the guest room she occupied. All she could see was his back and it unsettled her, not being able to see his expression, not being able to be sure of whether she’d sold the lie as well as she thought she did. All she could see was his straight, muscular back.

When Sirius turned back to her though? His mouth was pulled into a frown, his eyes narrowed, studying her intently. Too intently. So much so that she couldn’t look at his face any longer, let alone meet his eyes.

“That’s funny, y/n,” Sirius said, his tone sounding genuinely puzzled and…was that worry? “I saw Fenrir at lunch time myself. He’d been looking for you. Somehow, he seemed to think that you’ve been avoiding him.”

“Oh,” was all she could mumble out, her face heating back up, her hands balling up in her dress anxiously.

“Another weird thing…we’ve been talking and there’s not a single one of us who can remember seeing you eat anything for a couple of days now. Poor Luka’s getting a little worried, honestly. He thinks it might be his cooking, so make sure to let him know if something is wrong there, though I think that might not be it.”

“It’s not!” she said, her words tumbling out quick, her eyes wide. She’d definitely never meant to make Luka feel bad at all. She’d never met another cook as wonderful as him, even if she was upset at how fast all his food was going to her waistline.

“Then what is it?”

“It’s nothing…nothing! I just…haven’t been hungry,” she mumbled out, just as her stomach decided to rumble, even louder this time, the smell of the food tantalizing. She could barely keep herself from drooling but no…no, she had to have more willpower than this.

Sirius chuckled a bit, his big hand settling on her head.

“I think your stomach disagrees.”

“I’m really not hungry,” she protested hotly, her ears burning and the tears threatening to spill again.

Silence fell in the room, unbroken for what felt like an eternity before Sirius’ deep sigh sounded. The worry had become apparent on his face now as he’d been standing and staring at her.

“Didn’t your mother ever teach you it’s not right to lie, little miss?”

There was only more silence.

“Y/n…I can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

“There’s nothing wrong!”

More lies, lies he didn’t even acknowledge, letting the silence do the speaking for him.

“I just don’t want to eat!” Her words came out louder than she’d meant them too and she flinched at the sound.

“Why?”

She swallowed hard, looking resolutely at the ground. She couldn’t answer that…but Sirius wasn’t taking silence for an answer, pressing her once again. And then the tears did break through, spilling silently down her face as she mumbled out her answer, voice purposefully low as she uttered her confession, hoping he wouldn’t catch it.

“Because…because I’m fat, okay?”

The silence loomed, Sirius looking at her shocked and wide-eyed, struck dumb by her words…not that she would know, as interesting as the floor was to her at that moment. He let the silence hang as he tried to find the words, only for her to find hers instead.

“I’m fat and it’s ugly…it’s disgusting, okay. And it just proves that I’m lazy and no good and I don’t want to be. I want to be good enough for all of you here because I love you all so much but I’m just this ugly, gross eyesore who contributes nothing around here and takes up too much space so I just…I just need to focus on losing some weight and doing more around here, being better and doing more chores, and putting more effort in….I just…” her voice broke then, the tears heavier now, coming through in her voice. “I just want to be pretty and thin and graceful and lively and fun, like a woman’s supposed to be, y’know. So, I just can’t eat. Please…”

Moments passed before she felt a big, warm hand on her chin, insistent on turning her face up to meet Sirius’ own concerned one. Warmth and worry lingered in those beautiful eyes that she’d so often found comfort in, and she hated seeing it, blamed herself and hated herself even more for putting it there.

“Hey…hey, look at me,” his hoarse voice insisted as she tried to avert her eyes. His voice didn’t leave her much choice but to obey and she stared up at him, trying not to look even uglier in her crying.

“I don’t know who told you all those things, Y/N…” Sirius started, his words trailing off as he found himself stumbling over all the thoughts racing through his mind, “…but they’re not true.”

She laughed then, a pitiful little cold laugh.

“I have a mirror, Sirius. I can see myself. I don’t need other people to tell me because I can see.”

The anger and frustration in her voice hurt his heart and he could only nod his head several times, his hand dropping from her face.

“So, it’s the mirror then, is it?” he mused almost to himself, not getting any answer from her anyway. He drew himself up to his full height again, having been slightly bent to talk to her and his features drew into a resolute expression as he gently grabbed her shoulders and, not getting much resistance anyway, all but tossed her onto the bed in the room.

“Be a good girl for me and stay right there,” he said, his tone no-nonsense as he turned from her and walked out of the room. No longer having the energy to disobey him, and not thinking to anyway, she just sat morosely on the bed, trying desperately to control her tears, to shove them back in, feeling mortified and frustrated and God…why had he fucking left the food in there, smelling so good? It was hellish, her empty stomach protesting its state.

She was furiously wiping at her red face, drying the last of the tears as Sirius marched back into the room, Seth hot on his heels. She could die…as if it wasn’t bad enough having Sirius see her in this state, now Seth was too? She could feel Seth’s eyes on her, see the curiosity in his face before she hastily avoided his gaze. Small favours in that, for once, Seth was quiet and solemn as Sirius directed him where to go.

“Now Seth, you take that side and I’ll take this one. This old mirror’s heavy but as I was saying, I just don’t think it looks right in this room. We’ll take it out and find a replacement later.”

Her mouth dropped open, and a tiny gasp escaped her as she watched, wide-eyed, as the two men lifted the mirror and carried it, quick as anything, out of the room, their straining muscles the last thing she saw before she was alone again. Her brain wasn’t working right, and she was confused, emotions swirling inside her too fast for her to figure them all out and it was she could do to remain sitting right where she was, staring at the empty doorway until once again, with the air of a man on a mission, Sirius marched back into the room, shutting the door gently but firmly behind him.

He strode with purpose now, crossing to the bed and sinking down in front of her. There was no need for him to use his hands to make her look at him this time as she stared, face blotchy from crying, eyes wide and unsure, hair sticking up a bit from where she’d run her hands through it while calming herself down…all things he noticed and dismissed as unimportant. To him, it didn’t matter if she looked a bit of a mess right now. Because she was their mess, his and the Black Army’s and, truth be told, she was the most beautiful mess he’d ever seen and come hell or high water, he was going to make her believe that before they parted.

“There. The mirror is gone so there’s no one and nothing here to tell you lies anymore,” he said, his words a promise to her, his big hands closing around her tiny ones, his thumbs running little comforting circles on her flesh. She looked for all the world like she was going to protest, to say something to deny his promise and, quick as a wink, his middle finger was placed directly on her half-open lips, shushing all her denials before she could even start them.

“Now, you listen here, little lady. You don’t take up too much space. You deserve every inch of the space you take up. And I think you look perfect just how you are. Hell, you’re cute as a button, and I’ll fight anyone who says otherwise. And we all see how hard you work, believe me, please. We all care about you and none of us believe any of those things you said.”

“Now, as an honorary member of the Black Army, I’m here as Queen of Spades to give you an order,” Sirius continued, smiling at her now almost playfully. “Will you accept your orders?”

She didn’t know what to say but, given that all she ever wanted was to make those around her happy and to be good to them, she knew she couldn’t bring herself to refuse orders and so she nodded to him dumbly.

“Good. These orders come straight from every member of the Black Army’s court, so they’re very important.”

“Okay,” she whispered, squeezing his hand.

“Your orders, little lady, are that you’re going to do everything in your power to not believe any of those things you’d said either.”

Another pregnant silence, longer now, before, voice trembling, she spoke.

“What…what if I can’t?”

“That’s why we’re here…we’ll all be around to help you. Something tells me even Blanc and Loki will be as well. They’re hard orders, after all, so we all will be happy to lend a hand. Just ask.”

She could only nod, mouthing a silent assent and a thank you. The words just wouldn’t come, and she knew that, if she tried, she’d only start crying again. It was  just the silence…until even that was interrupted, by the loud rumbling of her still empty stomach, causing her to jump a little and Sirius to laugh softly.

“Now, how about you be a good girl and come sit down for a supper date with me?”

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