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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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honeybyte · 6 months

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gentle demon

#ikemen revolution #ikerev #edgar bright #ikerev edgar #AND IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII #WILL ALWAYS L--

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aquagirl1978 · 7 months

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Wicked Game - Edgar Bright x Reader (Ikemen Revolution)

A/N: Part of Visions of Temptation 2023 hosted by @xxsycamore

Pairing: Edgar Bright x Reader

Prompt: Day 10 - cockwarming

Word Count: 745

Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNI; cockwarming; public sex; dirty talk; praise kink; sex against the wall; quickie; creampie; female-bodied reader ("good girl" is said)

“I thought I told you to be quiet,” Edgar growled, his hot breath tickling your skin.

Wriggling on his lap, you tilted your head to meet his. “How do you expect me to stay quiet with your….oh, there’s too many people here,” you muttered through gritted teeth, your voice low, hoping no one nearby could hear you. Averting your gaze, you were unable to finish your sentence out loud – that Edgar’s cock was buried deep inside you.

“You look so beautiful when you make that face.” Edgar caressed your warm cheeks with his thumb; your eyes closed at his touch. Soft and gentle, you loved the feeling of Edgar’s fingers on your skin.

“Let’s play a game,” he whispered, his eyes alight with mischief. “First one to moan is the loser. Winner picks the prize.”

Without waiting for your acceptance of the terms of the game, Edgar wrapped his arm around your waist, his fingers splayed across your belly. “How deep inside do you think I am?” he whispered, his voice barely audible. His thumb traced a line just below your belly button. “Do you think I am this deep?”

You struggled to stay silent as he continued to tease you, his fingers coaxing the flames inside your core to burn brighter. Not ready to go down without fighting, you squeezed his cock within your walls, hoping he would show his frustration.

“Nice try,” he whispered, his lips hovering above the soft slope of your shoulder. Clearly at an advantage, his tongue darted out, tasting your sweet skin before pressing his lips against you in a biting kiss. He tightened his grip around your waist, pulling your body closer to his, providing just enough friction to make you moan.

Without a word, he shifted your body, removing his cock from your core so gracefully the partygoers were none the wiser. He took your hand, nudging you to stand up, and with a wicked grin, led you down the hallway.

“That was an evil, wicked game you played, Edgar,” you pouted, the party now a quiet buzz in the background.

He covered your mouth with his, silencing you. “I won, my rules.” He pushed you roughly against the nearby wall; his free hand hiking up your skirt.

Pushing your panties to the side, he slid a finger inside you. He grinned at you as he withdrew his hand. Bringing his hand to his mouth, he licked your arousal clean off his fingers. "Looks like you're just as excited as I am."

You nodded your head, words escaping you as your knees went weak. In a flash, he freed his erection; the layers of your skirt lifted, Edgar spread your legs, preparing you for his cock.

He shoved his thick length inside you in one hard push, your cries muffled by his mouth.

“I'll have to fuck you properly later,” he said as he began to thrust inside you, “but for now, it will have to be quick.”

Edgar was merciless as he railed you, impaling you on his cock over and over again. You knew you wouldn't last long at his brutal pace.

“Good girl,” he praised, guiding your legs around his waist, allowing him to penetrate deeper. “You feel so good,” he groaned against your skin, his mouth nibbling on your neck.

Your body was on fire and no one could save you but Edgar.

Your eyelids drifted closed as his hips pounded against yours; he was so rough, so raw, you relished how he was ravaging your body. Your lips parted, his name repeated over and over as the fires inside continued to consume your body.

“Fuck,” he moaned, his lips dangerously close to your mouth. “I’m so close.” He took your hand in his, pressing your arm against the wall as he began to tremble inside you, your body already wracked with pleasure.

“I hope you're ready for a big load,” he said as he came deep inside you. You bit your lip, suppressing your cries of passion as you came on his cock.

“That's my good girl,” he whispered, easing you off his softening cock. He withdrew something from his jacket pocket, your body too blissed out to notice or care what he held in his hand.

That is, until he gently pushed a bullet shaped plug inside you.

“Don't want you making a mess at the party,” he teased as he took your hand, guiding you back to the party.

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natimiles · 3 months

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Ikemen Revolution: Voice Actors | Part 1

Masterlists

#fenrir sharing voice with natsu and keith is 🤍🤍#and now we finish this cycle of taku yashiro appearing in every post of this I made HUIASHEUIASHE #ikemen revolution #ikerev #ikerev blanc #ikerev dean #ikerev dalim #ikerev dum #ikerev edgar #ikerev fenrir #ikerev harr #ikerev facts #ikerev va #ikerev vas #ikemen revolution va #ikerev voice actors

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itsdearlymia · 2 months

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Exploring Ikerev CN server

I was looking for some very specific cards and decided to look for them in other servers - and got surprised about all the things in the CN Ikerev server! (These are no news but I wanted to share anyway)

All the characters are in the loading page 🤯 And there's a cute minigame 🤯x2 And you get prizes 🤯x3

How did I not know this before

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nightghoul381 · 5 months

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The Devilish Jack of Hearts

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ve got your snacks, Miss Alice.”

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

What a mistake that had been.

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

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

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

“Why are you here.”

Edgar’s eyes crinkled with amusement.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rinse and repeat, day in and day out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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ikemen-obssessed · 8 months

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STFU this is too funny

#ikemen revolution #ikerev #fenrir godspeed #kyle ash #edgar bright #jonah clemence #luka clemence #ikerev luka #ikerev jonah #ikerev edgar

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xxsycamore · 10 months

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

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

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

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

𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏 𝐀𝐔 ┅┅┅Edgar x Zero

𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Alice and the Beast pt 5

For my IkeRev 1K Follower Celebration! Finally part 5 of this Beauty and The Beast/IkeRev AU. I have enjoyed this so much! So, part 5 of 5. Approx. 2900 words.

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Alice had a very hard time feeling happy in the days following Lancelot’s curse. She wanted to help him. To find a cure, a way to free him from the Magic Tower’s power. But she could think of nothing. It hurt to imagine a world without Lancelot in it.

Kyle noticed her mood and tried to cheer her up by sharing his alcohol stash. Edgar brought her all kinds of wildly colored candies too, and told her funny stories. He even brought the Creeks to her room. None of it helped.

She just couldn’t pretend it was ok. That she was ok. Every day she crept by Lancelot’s room to gaze at the flower. There was only one petal left now, a defiant strip of scarlet. Alice hoped it would hold there forever.

One cold afternoon found her sweeping snow from the kitchen steps, her thoughtful frown hidden behind a heavy woolen scarf. Her movements were precise, mechanical, as her mind traveled other paths. Imagining ways she might break Lancelot’s curse, like marching up to the Magic Tower and demanding they end it before it was too late.

Then, out of nowhere, a clump of snow slapped wetly against the back of her collar, slipping down beneath her coat to chill her skin. Alice let out a shout of surprise. She whirled around to see where it had come from, and there stood Edgar. He had his hands behind his back, an innocent smile on his face.

“Why hello, Alice!” He gave her a little wave. “Did I surprise you?”

She narrowed her eyes. “You threw a snowball at me.”

“A snowball? Why would you think that? I just came out to give you a bit of good news.”

“I can feel the snow dripping down my back where it got under my collar. And you’re the only other person out here.” Alice tried for a severe tone, but Edgar’s grin and pretend innocence brought a smile to her lips.

Edgar gave a slight shrug. “Maybe a bird dropped it on you. Or it fell from a branch? Hm.”

“Yes. A bird rolled a snowball, lifted it into the air and just happened to drop it down my back.” Alice rolled her eyes. “Well, anyway, what is your good news?”

His smile grew wider. “We are having a party. Tonight. A proper one, just like the old days. Music, dancing, a feast . . . doesn’t that sound fun?”

Alice liked parties. They were few and far between in the village. But she didn’t see much to celebrate right now. Unless - “Did he find a cure?” Her voice shook with sudden intensity.

Edgar’s smile fell for a moment. “No. But he wants to celebrate your time here.” His jade eyes seemed to pierce her, seeing right into her thoughts. “We should enjoy the time we have together, not mourn what will be. Don’t you think so, Alice?”

“I . . . y-yes. You’re right, of course. We should.” She felt suddenly ashamed of her melancholy. Lancelot was still there, still with her. And she’d been wasting their precious time together by being sad.

“I’m glad you think so too. So - Kyle and I are setting everything up. You should go and get ready.”

Alice nodded, a complex knot of emotion tying her tongue. She followed him back inside, still sorting out her feelings. He left her at the door to her room, to go ‘get things ready’.

Inside her room were several fancy dresses, jewelry, shoes, and everything else a girl might need to attend a real ball. Alice spent a few moments just staring at it all. She’d never seen clothing so fine, or jewelry with real gems. Even the shoes were satin and velvet, much too nice for a mere village girl. She wondered for a moment where all of it had come from, but during her month at the mansion Alice learned not to question the strange magic of the place.

By the time she was ready, the sky beyond her windows was stained red and violet with the setting of the sun. She hurried down the hall, hoping she wasn’t late. Surprisingly, Lance met her before she made it to the dining room. Alice saw him before he noticed her. He was standing straight, his gaze focused on some distant place only his mind’s eye could see.

Alice knew most people wouldn’t see what she saw in him. He wasn’t a beast, despite his thick fur and fangs and claws. Those were nothing to the man beneath, the one that shone through his sky blue eyes. Determined to do the right thing, even at great cost to himself. And she realized as she neared, that what she felt for him was love. She did not want to go home. She did not want to leave him, nor lose him. Not to anything.

Lancelot looked up, his gaze radiant as he took her in. “You are beautiful.”

The simple compliment made her pulse gallop and her cheeks heat. “I . . . thank you. The dress is - it’s very nice.” She found her tongue tied as she wrestled with her emotions. Alice wanted to run forward and throw her arms around him and tell him everything. But she held back. It would be unfair to burden him with her feelings. First, they needed to break the curse and then she could pour her heart out to him.

He held out his hand and she took it. “I want to show you something,” Lance said, guiding her not toward the dining hall, but another wing. One that had been blocked off, for safety - according to Edgar. Now, the doors were unlocked, and the handle turned easily when the Beast reached for it.

The space beyond took her breath away. A ballroom, lit with a sparkling chandelier, the tiny, chiming crystals threw dancing rainbows of light across the polished stone floor. The walls were hung with colorful tapestries between the windows, and there was a mural on the ceiling painted with scenes of past celebrations. Music hung in the air, soft strains of a waltz on the edge of recognition.

“Do you like it?” Lancelot’s gaze was full of some deep, uncertain emotion as he watched her.

“Lance . . . this is - it’s like something out of a book!”

He smiled, his shoulders relaxing with relief, though his gaze was still troubled. “I’m glad. I wanted to share it with you. This ballroom hasn’t been used since my father’s time, when he held dances for nobles and wealthy merchants.” He chuckled. “I’d forgotten how it looks.”

“I can imagine the sorts of parties you must have had here. Beautiful people, dancing and laughing. I bet it was amazing.” Alice looked up at him, her expression full of wonder.

Lance’s clawed fingertip brushed her cheek. “Not as amazing as you, never as beautiful.”

Alice felt her cheeks heat at the compliment. She couldn’t think of what to say. Drowning in those sky blue eyes, with her heart pounding against her ribs.

He rescued her by leading her out onto the dance floor. “May I?”

She nodded mutely.

Lancelot’s hand curled around her back, pulling her close as he began the steps of a simple waltz.

He was so close. Everywhere he touched, warmth pooled and spun lazily through her like warmed honey. Her pulse raced, pounding in her ears, faster than the beat of the music they danced to. Alice felt as if she were in a daydream, her body abuzz with pleasurable tension.

“Lance . . . this is very nice. I really like y-dancing with you.” She leaned a little closer as she spoke, just so he could hear her better - that was what she told herself.

There was so much affection in his gaze as he looked at her. “I am glad. I needed to see you smile again.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead, the barest touch of his lips, fur lightly tickling against her skin. “Don’t be sad for me, Alice. Promise me that?”

“I can’t.” Her breath caught as all her emotions bubbled up from her chest. “I don’t want to lose you.”

He smiled at her so sadly, a melancholic sweetness to the curl of his lips. “I feel lucky that I met you. That you have let me care for you. Sharing in your joy. I have loved our time together. But after tonight, Edgar and Kyle will take you home. I don’t want you to see . . . to be hurt when my curse ends.”

“Lance. I won’t go. I want to stay here, with you.”

He stopped dancing, his massive hand cupped her face. “You have to go on, Alice. To be happy. If you stay, it will just hurt more. I can’t bear to think of you hurt. That I made you cry. Again.”

Alice hugged him, burying her face in his wide, firm chest. The cool buttons of his vest contrasted with the heat rolling off him. “I’m not going to let you face this alone.”

For a breath, he tensed as if he might push her away, but then his arms went around her, holding her tight against him. He said nothing, though she could feel a tremor run through him as he relented to her plea. “Alice, I-”

The window nearest them exploded in shards of glass and wood splinters. Lancelot shielded Alice from the shrapnel, enveloping her in his arms. Then he pushed her back and whirled around to face the threat.

Three purple-robed figures stepped into the gap, their hands glowing with blue flame. “This is your last chance,” one said in a rasping voice. “Serve the tower or fall forever, Kingsley.”

Lance didn’t deign to reply. His lips curled in a feral snarl and he lunged for them. The robed intruders were ready for the attack. They hurled lightning and fire toward him.The broken bits of window spun wildly in the air, a storm of sharp edges and jagged ends.

Alice let out a scream, horrified that her Beast would be hurt. She felt helpless as she stood there, unable to do anything but watch.

“Did you think to find me de-fanged,” Lancelot snarled, his eyes turning crimson. The shards of glass and wood clattered to the floor. The arcing lightning and hissing fire didn’t touch him. He tackled one of the figures to the floor. “Send this message back to your tower. I will not give in!”

Just then, loud voices came from the hall. Edgar and Kyle. And . . . Jonah? Alice turned toward the doors in time to see them fly open. Jonah and Zero were struggling with Kyle and Edgar, pushing past them into the ballroom.

“What are you doing here?” Alice couldn’t believe her eyes. Why were her village friends at the manor?

“We came to rescue you,” Zero shouted.

“And bring you home,” Jonah added. He held a hunting bow, arrow loosely knocked. As his amber eyes moved from Alice to the Beast, he looked confused.

Zero, however, did not look confused at all. He held a hunting knife in hand, nearly as long as a sword. There was a certain regret in his gaze as he began stalking toward the struggling mass of Beast and the purple-robed men.

“See,” one of the robed figures sneered. “Your people fear and hate you. They came here to kill you.”

Lance’s red gaze flickered toward the door and back again. “Better them than you.” Despite his brave words, the fight was three on one, and his magic and strength were beginning to flag.

Edgar rushed toward Jonah, intent on stopping him. Kyle frowned from his spot in the door, his expression one of worry and disgust.

Zero raised his blade, tensing to attack as he drew close to the fight.

“Wait! Zero! No! Don’t hurt him!” Alice broke through her shock to run toward them. “Please!”

Zero and Jonah both looked to Alice, surprised. Jonah shoved Edgar away from him. “What are you talking about? He kidnapped you! He’s a Beast!”

“He’s not! Lance is my- he’s my friend. Please, trust me.” Alice put all the love and desperation she felt into the words. She was no fighter, afterall. There was no way she could stop the Tower folk or her village friends from hurting Lancelot. All she could hope was to persuade them.

Jonah seemed to struggle with himself. His gaze slid from Alice, to the snarling Beast. Then he nodded. “Alright. We’ll stop those robed guys and then we can talk.”

Zero narrowed his eyes. “Sounds good to me. But be careful. The acolytes of the Magic Tower are dangerous.”

Alice wondered how he would know that, but this wasn’t the time to ask.

Edgar stopped trying to attack Jonah once he agreed not to harm Lancelot. But he kept a wary eye on him even as his grin returned. “Always happy to welcome a new ally.”

“I’m not your ally,” Jonah snapped, even as he advanced on the robed figures.

“Well, fine. Be that way. I won’t share any candy with you.”

Zero sighed. “That’s not very nice. Either of you.”

Edgar chuckled. “Me? Not nice? What a silly idea.” As he spoke, he gestured to Zero and Jonah, some movement Alice didn’t quite catch. “Now these acolyte guys, they aren’t nice at all. And you can tell they know it. Why else would they hide their faces? Is that shame I see?”

“You shut up,” one of them shouted, turning his attention from Lancelot to Edgar.

“Yeah, you aren’t worthy to see our faces!” Another moved toward Edgar.

The third was too busy holding the Beast from his neck to say anything, but one assumes he was equally offended.

While those two were distracted, Zero and Jonah moved in. Jonah’s arrow pinned an acolyte’s sleeve to the wall, while Zero’s attack forced the other back away from Lance.

The acolytes seemed to realize they were wholly outnumbered now, and they had no intention of staying for a fight they might lose. The one fighting Lancelot struggled away from the tiring Beast to help his friends. They fled away through the broken window, leaving a tattered piece of purple fabric behind.

Alice rushed to Lancelot while Kyle went to check the others.

Lancelot lay on the floor, his scarlet gaze slowly fading to the calm blue of deep waters. “Alice,” he breathed, his throat working.

She knelt at his side. “Did they hurt you? Let me see. Oh - oh Lance . . .”

“No.” He took both her hands in his. “Just . . . the rose. The last petal.”

Alice’s eyes went wide as she realized he meant the end of his curse had come. It would run its full course and tonight - tonight was his last. “No, no, no. I won’t - Lance, you can’t! We - we barely - I -”

His gaze was so gentle, so full of affection that she fell silent. “I want - to - to tell you-” The words sighed from his lips, barely audible. “Alice . . . I lo-” Lancelot tensed, muscles tightening with a sudden shock of pain. He fought it, but he had so little left to fight with.

She knew what he wanted to say. Alice could feel it. In the way he looked at her. The way he touched her. She leaned down to brush a kiss to his lips, unable to speak for the sorrow lodged in her chest. A tear escaped her lashes to fall on his cheek.

The last breath rattled from his lungs, as if, with her kiss, Lance could finally stop fighting.

“It’s over,” Kyle said quietly from somewhere behind her, close and yet immeasurably distant.

“I don’t understand,” Jonah’s voice, tinged with confusion and worry.

Edgar’s sigh. “Come this way. Let’s give her some space. I’ll explain everything.”

The sound of shuffling steps, moving further away.

Alice held Lance’s hands. She couldn’t bring herself to let go, even though the light had left his eyes and she could already feel the warmth ebb from him. Her heart felt like a stone, cold and heavy. She wanted to tear it from her chest. She could not speak. Could not breathe.

In the space between her heart’s steady beating, something stirred. A magic older than any curse. A spell that had no words, no gestures, required no arcane component. It was the deep magic of the world. Feral, chaotic. Though Alice did not understand it, she knew something was happening. Something strange.

A tingling heat seared through her nerve endings. A torrent of warmth and light. She felt it flow from her hands into Lancelot. She became a riverbed, and the magic overspilled her banks. Flooding wildly from her, seeping, soaking, drenching. Colors that had no name danced in the air around her, but Alice paid them no mind. Her eyes saw only one thing.

Lancelot stirred. Or perhaps, stirred is the wrong word. He rippled. The gold and brown fur blurred, faded. Changed. And when it was gone, there was pale skin. Torn suit fabric. The line of his forearm. A squared shoulder. The noble curve of his jaw. The graceful arch of firm lips, turned up at the corners in a soft smile. His blue eyes shone with an inner light, familiar in its passion and strength. “Alice.”

She fell into his arms and he embraced her. How - why - none of those questions mattered. Time would come later for seeking answers and justice and allies. In this moment, there was only breath and laughter and the tentative exchange of shy kisses. The feel of two hearts beating together, pressed chest to chest and soul to soul.

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