#okay ikerev was promising at first
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Secret Moments -Luka x Reader
A fic that was made from the anticipation for his route... 5 minutes to go 🥺🥺🥺
Secret Moments
Fandom: Ikerev
Pairing: Luka x Reader
Prompts: “I’ll protect you forever” & “You being with me, that alone is enough”
Type: NSFW
WC: 798
Warning: soft smut
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You watched entranced as your fiance spins on the ice, skating under the moonlight. The light catches his skates, glinting at you and you approach closer, not realizing you have been spotted.
“MC-” Luka stops his skating and moves towards you.
“Oh, Luka” You startle at his voice and he moves to his stuff, pulling out a second pair of skates.
“Would you like to join me” His voice is gentle as he hands you a second pair of skates and you nod hesitantly.
“I’ve never skated before-” you start and Luka gives you a reassuring smile.
“I won’t let you fall” Helping you into the skates, he keeps his promise. You grow accustomed to the way his back warms you, his hands always holding yours. The moonlight is the only one who bears witness to the kisses the two of you swear. Slowly skating becomes a hobby you share, just like cooking, but one that benefits only you. After the rest of headquarters goes to bed, the two of you sneak off to the frozen lake to skate, secret moments hidden away from the forever teasing officers.
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Cold air pulls you from your sleep and you sit up groggily. Looking around the dark room you realize you are alone, and you can’t help the disappointed sigh.
"Luka" you softly whisper his name, missing his presence. Luka has been gone for weeks, missing the first snow of the year and the lake freezing over. Missing his touch, you slip out of your night clothes and into a warm dress, wanting to feel the ice under your skates again.
Stepping onto the ice is still one of the most magical feelings, even after a few years of doing it. The night is still, only the sound of your skates on ice and the rush of your heartbeat around you.
Almost missing the flash of silver in the edge of the lake, you turn as a second pair of skates sounds behind you.
The figure approaches and your mind blanks out, completely forgetting how to register who was in front of you.
"LUKA!" After clicking, you skate forward, jumping into his arms. His chuckles are music to your ears as you spin in the ice, your lips finally connecting in a kiss.
"I've missed you so much" burying your face in his neck as soon at the kiss breaks, you hold him close.
"I'm back, we got everything taken care of" He reassures and you pull him closer. His scent calms you down as he gently skates, guiding both of you around the lake.
"Everything is okay, open your eyes" he soothes and shaking your head you squeeze his fingers, kissing his cheek
"If I open my eyes you may disappear" you pit and laughter rings out from your fiance.
"I promise I will be right here" he murmurs and you finally open your eyes.
"Hey" he murmurs and you smile shyly, a blush forming on your cheeks as you meet the amber gold eyes. The two of them stop in the middle of the lake as you kiss him again, your hand trailing his hair.
"I forgot how pretty your natural hair is" you softly murmur, watching his faded roots fall through your fingers. The minty silver catches the moonlight and a blush graces Luka's cheeks.
The next few minutes pass in a flurry of kisses, promises and a hasty exit from the lake and back to headquarters.
"I'll protect you forever" his promise sealed by a kiss as he lowers you back onto the sheets. Your clothing haven been forgotten at the edge of the bed,a soft sigh escapes between the kisses. Fingers glide down your arms to tangle with your hands. His side of the bed is no longer empty and you shut your eyes as his lips catch your nipple, a breathy moan falling from your lips. Tongue lavishing the bud has your eyes opening, meeting the desire filled amber ones.
He takes his time with you, loving every inch of skin, making sure you understand how much he's missed you, how he's hated being away from you. His tongue and fingers have your nerves alight, making sure only one name falls from your lips. A fire rolls through your body from your core, making sure you are consumed in pleasure, in the heat. These times after he's been gone, the feeling of him back by your side triumphs all others.
Falling sweatily by your side, Luka presses one last kiss to your forehead, his legs entangling naturally with yours. Resting your head on his chest, you listen to his heartbeat, strong and sure. The last words you hear bring peace to your soul, the best promise.
“You being with me, that alone is enough”
#ikemen revolution#ikerev#ikerev smut#ikemen revolution smut#look at luka#luka clemence fanfic#luka clemence smut#my baby 🥺#i cant wait ❤#let me find Cradle... please#chayaa
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Congratulations on reaching 300 :)! The picnic event is such a fun idea. Can I please request a cherry pie with Edgar from IkeRev, with numbers 2, 19 and 22? Thank you!
300 followers picnic now over
Feel free to visit the 600 installation !
Hello dear anon ! I'm so happy to know you liked the picnic idea !
2- Praise kink
19- “Good girl, so eager for my cock, eh ?”
22- “Cum for me baby.”
Genre : NSFW, mdi
Warnings : thigh riding, praise kink, soft dirty talk, dacryphilia
A moan slips from your throat, Edgar’s hands on your hips as he guides you up and down his thigh with ease. A grunt occasionally escaping him, delighting in the sight before him.
Head tilted back and features contorted in raw pleasure as the fabric of his pants rub so deliciously against your sweet bud, dripping folds gliding over his leg. You’ve never looked so sweet. Soft breasts lightly bouncing in front of him and the bare slope of your shoulders all for him to feast on. Your cries of your name the purest of delicacies.
A gentle smile plays on his lips as he gazes at you, brows furrowed as you desperately chase your release, jade eyes glinting with mischief.
“Feels good, my Love ?” He queries softly, amusement bubbling up in his chest as sweet whines and pants fall from your lips.
Your hands fly to his shoulders, holding on tight as you pick up the pace, humping his leg like a poor bunny in heat, frustration laced through your veins as his words wrap around your mind.
He promised to make love to you, promised to give you his cock. And yet here you are, getting nothing but his leg. Your walls fluttering around painful emptiness at the thought of his length filling you up so well.
“Ed-Edgar please. I-I need you.” Your pleads like honey to his ears. Such a sweet little thing for him, needing him so bad you can’t even take it, frustration spilling in the form of pretty tears rolling down your cheeks.
“Good girl, so eager for my cock, eh ?” He chuckles, the sound pearling golden in the air, a light kiss falling on your nose. “I’m afraid you’ll have to cum on my thigh, first.”
He marvels at the desperation in your eyes.
“Please, please.” You whimper pathetically, sugar for him as you melt in his embrace.
“Come on, cum for me baby. And I promise to fuck you good, okay ?” He continues to help you, taking one of your hands in his and guiding your fingers to your heat. “Touch your clit, my Love.”
And you oblige, digits dancing on your bud as Edgar moves you on his leg. Warmth pooling between your thighs as your folds glide over his pants, staining the fabric with your juices, trembling in his hold as the wave of awaited pleasure washes over you.
Your hips buck erratically in his hold, back arching like a bow and legs dangling above the ground as jolts of electricity shoot through your veins. Sparks flying in your vision and mind going blank, his gentle voice cutting through, light in the fog.
“Great, it’s good, right ? You did so well for me.” He praises, peppering kisses to your face, gently easing you down from your high. So proud of his baby.
And so hungry for more of you, his favourite candy.
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hello and good day! i would like a matchup for a3! and ikerev, please! she/her pronouns. you can call me juice, though! hm i think a good description of me personality wise would be im usually cheerful, friendly, childish but i tend to hide a lot of my negative feelings and overthink quite a lot. towards others i'm always curious about the littlest details of someone's hobbies or interest and sometimes i talk more than i listen. love literature and things like fashion or games (1)
Hello, thanks for requesting juice! Sorry for the long wait but I hope you enjoy it! I was pretty excited to write a match up for a3! since it’s been living rent free in my head for the last few weeks. I got a little carried away with the last prompt cause it was so fun to write, but I hope you like it! Also, the ikerev one might take some time but I’ll try to not take too long. Have fun!
I match you with
Tsuzuru!
The two of you first meet after you watch one of their plays, “A Clockwork Heart.” When you realize that the lead and writer is a classmate of yours from college you can’t help but approach him a few days later to discuss the play further.
He seems self conscious at first but quickly opens up as the two of you discuss his script and before you know it one conversation has turned into an in-depth discussion over lunch.
After that first encounter, both of you start talking more often, quickly growing closer. Tsuzuru appreciates your cheerful attitude, making it easy for him to be comfortable around you.
Considering your love for literature, you often help him brainstorm for new ideas, always looking forward to seeing how he brings it to life on stage.
It is easy for you to fit in with the rest of the boys from Mankai, despite their constant prying on your relationship with Tsuzuru. After all the time the two of you spend together, it is no surprise when none of the boys (except Azami) bat an eyelash when you make it official, after a lot of back and forth between friendship and romance.
Prompt: Bonding
“The reason S was created in the first place was because Luke needed a companion. It’s tragic that he was the one who left him in the end.”
“Well, yes, but he also taught him to open up to people, insuring that he wouldn’t be alone when he was gone.”
You and Tsuzuru had been discussing the end of his latest play “A Clockwork Heart” for a while, arguing over whether or not the ending was tragic. When you approached him to offer your praise for his work earlier that day you hadn’t been expecting him to engage in your opinions on a play he wrote, but he was actually deeply invested in the conversation, despite the matter at hand being trivial to the actual substance of the story.
“He couldn’t have known though. He also put his own wishes aside to protect him. That alone makes the ending tragic.” You vividly remembered the tears you had shed when the show reached its climax, a result of both his script and his acting.
“It depends on your idea of what the ending was. S was a machine, so as long as Luke was alive they could meet again, when it was safe for the both of them. That makes the ending-“
Ring Ring
You almost chucked at the generic sound his phone made as it vibrated.
“Give me a sec.” he moved away from the bench before answering. It wasn’t long before he returned, a flush expression on his face.
“Sorry, I didn’t realize I had kept you for so long. I actually need to get going.” He ran a hand through his hair, smiling shyly. It was only then that you noticed what time it was.
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to bother you for that long!” Now you were both flushed, the realization dawning on you that you had spent two hours talking.
“I-it’s fine. Um, we can continue this tomorrow, if you’d like?” you were surprised he actually wanted to talk again, a smile spreading over your face.
“Definitely. “
“Okay. See you then!” he waved as he ran off while simultaneously trying to dial someone, resulting in him almost falling on his face. You looked forward to tomorrow.
After that first encounter, you continued to meet during lunch to talk about other works, quickly realizing you had a similar taste in books and movies. It was an easy transition, going from acquaintances to friends.
“How’s the summer troupe’s play coming along?” It was easy to tell that he had been losing sleep again from the – almost – comical black circle under his eyes, but you asked anyway, hoping that you could offer some help.
“I know what I want to write, the words are just refusing to form and settle themselves on the page.” The frustration was evident on his face as he tried to put the pieces flying around his head in order. You tried to think of a way to help him but you knew that he needed to figure this out on his own.
“Come on.” You forcefully pulled him out of his chair, carefully shutting his laptop.
“W-wait. Where are we going?” you pushed him along, despite his protesting.
“Trust me.” You flashed him your biggest smile before setting of, only mildly aware that your hand was still around his wrist.
“The movies?” he seemed confused over what your objective was but you were confident it would help him out of his slump.
“Yes. Come on, I’ll even get us popcorn!” you were beaming as you led him inside.
“What are we watching?” Tsuzuru, finally resigned to his fate, flipped through the leaflet, looking at the moves currently playing.
“Your choice, I’m fine with whatever.” You hurried to the bar to pick up snacks, leaving him at the ticket booth.
“Look at those effects.”
“The acting is top notch.”
Tsuzuru had been so immersed in the movie he seemed to have forgotten all about his tiredness. When you exited the theatre you could practically see the gears turning in his head.”
“It’s a very different take on pirates than the summer troupe’s play, but if I exaggerate the characters even more then there would be great opportunity for comedy.” You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you as you observed him, completely lost in his own mind.
“So I take it the creative juices are flowing again?” he looked back at you, as if seeing you clearly for the first time in days.
“Yes! Thank you!” He put his arms around you, too far lost in his excitement to feel any awkwardness.
“I-I have to go write! I’ll see you tomorrow.” He continued shouting thank you over his shoulder as he run off with newfound energy. You expected you wouldn’t see him the next day, considering he’d probably be passed out by then, but you smiled anyway.
“See you later!”
Prompt : Cinderella:
“So, you’re thinking of doing Cinderella for the next play?” You and Tsuzuru were hanging out in his room, taking full advantage of Masumi’s absence that weekend.
“Yeah… I’m not sure how to go about it though. Everyone in the Spring Troupe agreed that I should be lead this time around but I just don’t see myself in the shoes of a prince… Itaru would probably be a better fit for the role.” You couldn’t help throwing a pillow his way.
“Hey! What was that for?” You sat up a little straighter, tempted to glare at him until he picked up on your annoyance.
“I can definitely picture you in the role of the prince.” You cleared your throat before switching to your best narrator voice.
A long, long time ago there lived a boy and a girl. They were the best of friends when they were children. The boy would often sneak out to meet with her and they would play for hours. But their happiness would not last long.
You see, the girl grew up to be the maid of one of the less-fortunate royal families in the kingdom. She had been forced into that position by her father’s latest wedding. It would also turn out to be his last, for he died a few years later, leaving her in the care of a wicked stepmother.
One the other hand, the boy grew up to be the most charming prince in the land. The women fawned over him and he always had everything his heart could desire.”
“I’m literally none of those things.”
“Fine then.”
The prince was an idiot who didn’t know how to take care of himself and never asked for help. He constantly worried his friends over his health but they loved him anyway.
“That’s not any better…”
“Shh, let me continue the story.”
Their difference in class ripped the two friends apart, putting an end to their relationship. While they weren’t allowed to meet again, they promised to never forget about each other. To keep that promise, the made matching bracelets and agreed to never take them off until they could meet again.
“Friendship bracelets? Who does that?”
“They were kids! Would you have preferred rings?”
“Wouldn’t those basically be promise rings?”
“I’m coming up with this on the spot, give me a break!”
That bracelet was what gave the girl the strength to continue living, despite her struggles.
When news of a ball arrived at the estate, her step-sisters were quick to start preparations, eager to have a chance at the prince’s hand in marriage. The girl was simply happy at the prospect of seeing her friend again.
When her family found out she was planning to attend the ball, they locked her in the cellar, not willing to risk any competition. The girl wept and wept, until suddenly a kind seeming lady appeared in front of her.
“Isn’t this just the movie?”
“Give it a second!”
The lady promised she would help her get to the ball if that was what she wished. Despite her suspicions, the girl earnestly declared that all she wanted was to see her friend again. And so the kind woman flicked her wrist and the rags the girl had been wearing were replace by a rich ball gown, paired with a glass slippers. The girl thanked her again and again before heading off in search of her lost friend.
“She doesn’t warn her about the time limit?”
“There’s no curfew here, it’s a stupid conflict anyway.”
You couldn’t contain the excitement and adrenaline that flowed through you as you went up the steps of the grand palace. You hadn’t been here since you were a child, when the king’s father still allowed you to visit, and childhood memories flooded your mind. It was difficult to keep your nerves at a reasonable level as you approached the guards at the front gate. By the time you had arrived at the palace, most of the guests were already inside, so you were completely alone when you handed the invitation, hoping the witch had done her work well.
“Enjoy your evening.” They smiled before urging you to step inside. A sense of awe filled you as you walked through the somewhat familiar halls, remembering all the places you and Tsuzuru would hide from the servants, before his title meant anything to you.
You weren’t sure you remembered the way to the main hall, so you followed the noise, hoping you could make your way there.
When you finally stood outside what seemed to be the entrance, you took a few deep breaths before walking forward, determined to see your friend again. When you stepped though the door you quickly realized that the door wasn’t the room’s main entrance, but the top of the grand staircase. Dread filled you as everyone’s eyes fell on you. If it wasn’t for the railing you thought you have fainted right then and there. You breathed in, allowing you hand to wrap around the bracelet the two of you had made so long ago, letting the warm feelings it carried spread through you.
You bowed once before making your way down the stairs, hoping you wouldn’t trip on your dress and make a fool of yourself before the night even started.
The moment you were off the last step, your eyes fell on your step-mother, eyeing you with absolute envy and disgust. You hoped the mask would be enough to conceal your identity.
You walked around the room for a bit, keeping to the less populated areas, hoping to catch a glimpse of Tsuzuru, disappointed to find that he was nowhere to be found.
“Please let this not be for nothing…”
You were about to make your way to the balcony, but a swarm of guests was suddenly in your path, dancing to the waltz the band had just started playing. You frantically looked around, searching for a way out when two arms wrapped around you, pulling you along with the rest of the dancers.
“I guess you’re my partner?” the face of the man that stood before you made your jaw drop. You had thought of so many things to say, but now that Tsuzuru was standing before you, the words seemed to catch in your throat.
“So, uh, are you having fun?” he was as awkward as you remembered. Something about the familiarity filled you with a sense of calm. I found him.
“I am now.” It was hard to contain the smile quickly spreading around your face.
“Actually I was-“that was when it was time to switch partners. When you felt his hand slip from yours, panic flooded through you. No… I didn’t have the chance to tell him.
As he pulled his hand away, his fingers brushed the bracelet on your wrist, eyes widening as he was whisked away by another partygoer, realization evident in his features. You tried to get closer, but were quickly taken away by another guest. Your eyes landed on Tsuzuru a few times but the hall was too crowded. It was almost suffocating. You took the first chance to slip out on the balcony, eager to get away from the crowds.
You stood at the railing, letting the air cool down your heated face. He had seen you, but you weren’t sure he would care enough to search. Negative thoughts occupied your mind as you gazed at the land beyond. Maybe this was foolish… He probably barely remembers me… He’s a prince after all. He was more important matter to attend to than a peasant he used to spend his free time with. You felt tears gathering at the corners of your eyes, your own loneliness catching up with you.
“Please don’t cry!” You were shocked to find Tsuzuru standing a few feet away from you, his face flushed and his knees bent. He must’ve been running.
“You’re the girl from back then, aren’t you?” he glanced down at your wrist, pulling up his own sleeve to reveal a bracelet identical to yours.
“Y-you kept it.” Your voice cracked, barely audible in the midst of the ongoing celebrations.
“Of course I did! It meant a lot to me.” The words seemed to call to something inside you and so you let the tears fall.
“W-what did I do? Please don’t cry!” he took a step closer, still unsure of what boundaries existed between you.
“I-I can’t help it. I’m just so happy!” you wrapped your arms around him, not caring who saw you. All that mattered in that moment was that the two of you were reunited at last.
“I missed you.” You couldn’t see his face, but you could tell he was crying too, by the way his heart beat against your, the way his hands shook, still wrapped around you in a tight embrace. Year’s worth of loneliness and regret spilled out of the both of you in a single moment.
You stayed like that for quite some time, allowing the relief to wash over you. When you looked at each other again, you couldn’t help but laugh at your state. You knew the scene must look ridiculous to any outside spectators, but none of them mattered. It felt like you were alone in the world, no barriers between you. Your class didn’t matter. You were just a boy and a girl who had been reunited.
“ The king was skeptical at first, knowing a commoner queen wouldn’t create any new alliances, but he could see the love his son had for the girl. And so they married. It’s said that the pair practically run down the stairs of the palace after their wedding, eager to get to their honeymoon, their laughter echoing through the streets.”
“That’s an ending befitting a prince Muku reads about in manga… I still don’t see where I fit into this… ”
“Fine. As they descended the staircase, the prince fell on his ass, causing even more laughter from the girl. A moment she would never let him forget.” You couldn’t help but laugh at the earnest look on Tsuzuru’s face. He may be clumsy, but he has always been kind.
“It will need a lot modifications, especially considering the fact that none of us can exactly pull off female roles, but it could work.” At some point through the story Tsuzuru seemed to have pulled out a notebook, in which he was now scribbling away.
“Are you seriously taking notes?” he was still focused on the story, not letting the inspiration go to waste.
“Of course I am. You’re brilliant!” he pulled you in for a kiss, taking you completely by surprise.
“You’re the best.” He turned back to his note taking, leaving you with flushed cheeks and a bright smile.
“You too.”
And they lived happily ever after.
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May I pls request prompt 8 for Ray? Thank you
Hey, thank you so much for the request!
So I did an oopsie... I wrote over 1500 words in this because I just got carried away by my emotions and sad songs I like to listen to. The angst was just calling me. I had to stop myself because this could easily be over 2000+ words and then I don’t think it would really suit the rules? This is “breaking” them as well, but it’s too late for regrets now.
I hope you will enjoy this!
50 Followers Drabble Event, prompt #8 with Ray Blackwell
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Title: Misunderstanding
Prompt: “I haven’t seen you in days.”
Fandom: Ikemen Revolution / Ikerev
Pairing: Ray Blackwell x gn! reader
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Implications of cheating, heartbreak, mental breakdown (briefly)
Spoilers: none I believe
Word Count: 1500+ (I screwed up okay)
Description: You were sure he was cheating so you ran away and hid with the help of Loki and Harr and decided to go back to Land of Reason in a few days, only to meet back with Ray and finally see that it was all a big misunderstanding.
I really screwed up on this one considering word count.
Also, this has a bit of an open ending, you can let your imagination run wild and let this get fluffy or be pure angst.
Misunderstanding
You raced through the crowd, desperately trying to escape him. He was nothing more than a liar! He lied to you that there was nothing going on between him and that mysterious woman you saw him so many times already out with in Central Quarter, only for him to either deny it ever happening or to just tell you some vague lie. Well now you couldn’t take it anymore. You saw them in each other’s embrace next to the jewelry shop and your heart just broke into million pieces. Now you only wanted to escape them, to escape those thoughts that she’s better than you, that you’re not good enough for Ray anymore. Tears have blurred your vision and you could only notice a lot of people turning to stare at you, clearly recognizing you as the King of Spades’ long-term partner.
You needed to figure out where to go, where to escape. And the first thing that fell on your mind was Forbidden Forest, no one goes there, it’s perfect to try and collect your thoughts. And so, you bolted towards it, hoping Ray has not noticed you and decided to go after you, you can’t listen to any more of his lies right now.
There you sat on a root of tree and put your head in your hands, choking on your silent sobs. You still didn’t want to disturb the nature and its creatures. The realization of everything has finally washed over you like some tsunami and you were left with nothing but ache in your chest and feeling of emptiness alongside a million questions. Maybe that was all your imagination and they are just good friends, preparing you a gift for your birthday, right? But your birthday is not that soon and he would tell you who she was in that case. You were getting lost in your thoughts as you blankly stared at the dirt in front of you, not even noticing Loki slowly sneaking up on you.
You flinched when you saw him crouched in front of you, his mismatched eyes full of worry gaze into yours, when he slowly removed your hands away from your face.
“Y/n, what happened?” he was genuinely worried, but you couldn’t find your voice to answer him and instead you just let out a sob before throwing your arms around his neck and burying your face in his shoulder. This left him surprised and he didn’t know what to do, if someone saw you like that it wouldn’t be good, but one glance at you and he knew he had to take you back to his and Harr’s house to calm down. He wrapped his arms around your back, “hold on, we’re going to be home soon, okay?” He used his magic and ran super-fast back to his house. There he instructed you to sit on the sofa and gave Harr a worried glance. Harr quickly averted his gaze and went into the kitchen, returning after a few minutes with some tea and slices of bread with apricot jam, placing them on a small table in front of you.
Back at Black Army’s headquarters, Ray returned back to his office with a shopping bag in his hand when the sun had started to set, only to be met with Sirius’s worried gaze.
“What’s up Sirius? Did something happen?” He asked in a serious tone, his mood quickly changing.
“Did you see y/n? They’ve gone out this morning and haven’t yet returned.” All the possible alarms set off in Ray’s head and the bag fell from his hands, hitting the floor and revealing the shiny dark blue fabric. If you did not return, does that mean you ran away because of his little secrets that he had because of the big surprise he was planning? There was a feeling of dread in his chest and all the color has drained from his face. Sirius’s eyes widened in disbelief and he called other officers, organizing a search party for you, you needed to get back or Ray would break.
Few days have passed and you told Harr and Loki everything, resulting in them lending you a helping hand and letting you stay in their spare room, while Harr also put a magic shield around their house so no one could find you. You wanted to just go home to Land of Reason and tonight was the night of a full moon. Loki got you a thing from the Land of Reason back from your room in Black Army after using his magic. You were really grateful for the two men helping you and not pushing you to go and meet with him just yet, you were hurt and needed time to heal and the only way to grant he doesn’t find you until you’re ready is by that wormhole.
So, when the night rolled around, you said your goodbyes and Loki helped you to the rose garden, you asked him to not use magic to teleport or use super-speed, just so you could see Cradle one last time. And he liked that idea because of his secret plan that you didn’t know anything about. As you walked you could see so many posters from both the Red and Black Army, they were all searching for you, they were all your friends and they all wanted you to come back safely. And due to the full moon, there was even more guards patrolling the Central Quarter.
When you somehow did make your way unnoticed, you hugged Loki and thanked him once again for his hospitality for the past few days. You made your way sneakily to the garden where the wormhole was supposed to open only to find, who you assumed was Ray standing in front of the light. His hair was a mess, his uniform has seen better days and when he noticed your presence and turned around, you saw that his eyes were red from endless crying but they seemed so cold at the same time and he was deathly pale.
Your breath hitched in your throat and you didn’t know what to do. How did he know you’re re going to be here? You couldn’t do it anymore, there was a small smile on his lips and it petrified you, is he going to fed you some more lies? Or has he finally decided to eliminate you? You weren’t even sure if that was the Ray you know anymore; all you know was that you wanted him to just disappear.
“Y/n, you’re okay?” His voice was hoarse, but he was clearly relieved and happy? Was he glad you’re okay? He took a step towards you and you instinctively took a step back only to see the hurt flash across his face for a few moments before he averted his gaze. “I haven’t seen you in days.”
“That’s the first truth you told me in weeks” your voice was cold and you didn’t even know where you found it, but here you were, talking back to highly respected king. “If you’ve decided to speak the truth now that I am leaving, will you finally be honest and tell me if something’s going on between you and that woman?” Ray’s eyes widened in surprise.
“I told you there is nothing going on between us” you rolled your eyes. “It’s a misunderstanding, let me explain y/n, please.” He was begging you to let him explain, but you weren’t ready for more of his lies.
“She was helping plan a big surprise for you, I had planned to do it for so long, I just wanted it to be perfect, because you only deserve perfect.” Tears started gathering in the corners of your eyes. “No, stop lying to me! Please Ray, why can’t you just tell me the truth for once?!” You grabbed your hair and raised your voice. You can’t take any more oh his bullshit, he needs to just tell you the truth.
“I promise I’m not lying y/n!” Now he was crying as well, slowly inching his way towards you, “please look at me, I can prove it to you! Look!”
He got on his knees and put his hand in his on his jacket’s pocket, pulling out a small box, your vision was too blurry to make out any details, you were shaking your head from side to side and murmuring something to yourself. He opened the box, “I wanted to ask you this for so long y/n, will you marry me?” He tried to crack a smile, his eyes pleading you to say yes and you finally calmed down a little, casting your gaze down.
You were at the loss of words, you couldn’t accept it, but you didn’t want to refuse it either. Maybe it was all just your imagination, deep down you still wanted it to be that, you still cared for Ray. But you were so close to just making a run for it and you would be home, away from all of this, away from this mess, finally alone to collect yourself.
And so, you had to choose, give it one more try and accept his proposal, or return to Land of Reason and let both of you break because of a misunderstanding?
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Cybird 20 Day Challenge
@aurora-godshawk
Day 16 - Boring Route?
I usual avoid playing boring routes if players review they are boring. Or I would play them last if I have nothing much to do. Like this, I haven’t played all the routes in IkeSen and IkeRev. I’m also avoiding IkePri because I have only played one route sooooooooooooo....
I’m only judging the following routes not based on how bad the MC is or How much I hate the character. I’ll only be focusing on the story and how bad its written. Again, its totally my opinion, so please don’t hate on me.
IkeVamp - Arthur
After releasing the game, with first 3 routes of Napoleon, Mozart and Leonardo, Arthur’s route was the 4th one to be released. I liked the first 3 routes even though they had story plot - girl meets the vampire, spends time with him, heals him from his past trauma, gets bitten by him(except for Leo), falls in love, gets kidnapped and after saving her life has sex with him. The end.
Arthur’s route was the same. I love the character and his intelligence but I find Arthur much more interesting when he shows up in someone else’s route than his own. I totally get pissed in scenes where they realize their own feelings for the other person but they are not confessing it openly. In Isaac’s route Arthur was like “Man, if you like that chick then confess to her and ask her if it’s okay for her to stay with him forever.” But in his own route he is like confessing to her at the ending of the route. It felt like I’m watching some cheesy teen romance drama where so many misunderstandings happen due to lack of communication.
There are fun moments in his route like playing detective, Vic and Theo. Obviously Theo. Man I would ship Theo and Arthur than Arthur and MC.
IkeGenji - Benkei
I did say in some of my posts that Shigehira’s route is boring but it was still okay compared to Benkei. Benkei’s route is like a roller coaster. The first few chapters were good, then the next few chapters was okay, then the remaining chapters after she started living with the rebels felt like a drag. It felt like the story writers were putting unnecessary scenes so that they could extend it till the avatar challenge. I mean, we know that when do the avatar challenge, the stories we get after that, premium or normal doesn’t matter, if it’s from chapters like 19,20,24,25 we by now are sure that it’s going to be a sex scene. In his route, they both share a kiss in the end of chapter 19 and the aftermath of that kiss is shown in the premium chapter 20, the chapter which has the avatar challenge. I don’t know why they did that. They could have just continued as it is.
Also in the 24th chapter, Benkei promises to have sex with her after his injuries get healed. The 25th chapter has the final avatar challenge, so the writers tried to drag the story as much as possible to make it till the challenge, by adding unnecessary long conversations about god knows what. Instead they could have just cleared things like if MC is ready to stay with him forever or not. And I’m not even gonna start with the chapter 26. Even if we skip that chapter, it doesn’t make any god damn difference. It felt like the writers piled up somethings to make it up for that chapter
Not only this, in chapters 11-14, MC keeps asking about his past but he was reluctant to tell her even though they are very close. It felt like he was waiting for chapter 15 (which again has an avatar challenge) to come so that he could reveal his painful past to her in the premium chapter. I know Benkei is a kind and a lovable person, but his main story is just URGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
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2am Ramblings
Or more specifically, a place I can put some ramblings about writings I’ll probably never do but just wanted a place to put them outside of my head.
Most have nothing to do with the WIP Wednesdays that are still posting, these are just bare threads of thoughts that may or may not turn into something later. Who knows.
Some might have to do with specific fandoms, some might have to do with OCs, some might just be silly rambles. Whatever they are, I just wanted to put them out into the world.
Under a cut because, yes, it’s gonna get rambly.
See you guys down below~
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IkeVamp:
The Van Gogh Brothers Find Each Other Again
Based mostly on Vincent’s ending (which I’m still bitter about, as I’m sure a few others are), but Vincent and MC make it a goal to try and find the others again, specifically Theo, in the future.
Or Theo tries to find them on his own, maybe not interacting directly with them, but watches over them to make sure they’re okay in the modern life. Since canon doesn’t specify how long lesser vampires can live to, watching over Vincent and MC as they grow old together (since I think one ending specificies Vincent turning human again once he passes through the door. Because what is lore consistency), seeing his brother happy with MC makes him happy and he passes on with them, because gotta love that sweet, sweet angst.
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Custom MC: Amelia/Amelie/Name Subject to Change
Basically trying to create a soft girl artist MC, based on my current game avatar.
Though most of my game avatars have some variety of dark hair, that blonde bob I’ve had since Vincent route has sort inspired me to make another ikevamp oc outside of Thea. Don’t know much about her yet outside of being soft artist girl. First thought would be putting her with Vincent because uwu soft artists, but I’ve also had thoughts of her with Isaac and her with Jean as well. She might not understand their passions very well (complicated math goes over her head most days, sorry Isaac) but she likes hearing people being passionate about what they love and she hopes their confidence in their passions can inspire her to be passionate as well.
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Corset Tying Headcanons
Basically a list of the IkeVamp boys helping MC into her corset, based on a gif set I saw a while back of a guy helping a lady into her corset and dress for the day. Wrote a little bit of it but it started getting repetitive, plus some I couldn’t make hard and fast decisions on how they would tie off the corset laces with a bow or a knot and now it’s just sitting in my notes. Was gonna do the same for IkeRev, but again, got repetitive and some characters I just don’t have a good grasp on yet, so it’s also on the backburner until something comes along to spark interest in it again.
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Thea and Her Husbands
I’ve written Thea with Theo before, but I haven’t written her with Arthur yet, and I haven’t written them in a threesome, even though I’ve thought about it for a while, especially after events that feature Arthur and Theo together where Arthur and MC help Theo set up a gallery (one when Arthur’s route came out and I think he hurt his wrist in that one trying to protect MC from a falling painting, and the other when Theo’s route came out and he and Arthur were in a spat but forgive each other in the end). Just gotta figure out how this triangle comes together.
And, though I promised myself (multiple times) I wasn’t gonna make Thea have kids, I still have some thoughts about her having twins someday, from both Theo and Arthur. And, I know, different fathered twins is not common like at all (it’s still possible but extremely rare, as far as I know), but a fanfic from my teen years introduced the idea of different fathered twins and the idea hasn’t left since. So, boy and girl twins, with the boy named Vincent, because of course he is. Girl twin I’m not so sure on, but Arthur gets dibs on naming her since he didn’t get to name his son, lol.
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IkeRev
Custom MC: Madeline/Name Subject to Change
Another OC/Custom MC based on my avatar, but it’s IkeRev flavored now, lol.
I’ll just be honest and say that some of the... creative choices from Harr’s route weren’t my cup of tea, but I still love Magic Man, so when I received his Normal Avatar hair, I started seeing my IkeRev avatar as her own character, solidified further by one scene in his route that just made me laugh.
It was the three way square off scene between Harr, Lance, and Sirius in Harr’s route. Mainly the part where everyone is staring tensely at each other, daring to the other to make a move when the baking timer goes off, making Alice meekly reply ‘T-the cake is done!’ and they all have a tea party despite the high tensions. That was when my Alice was born, Madeline.
I put her closer to Harr’s, Sirius’s, and Lance’s age group (closer to Harr as he’s the youngest of the three), little timid and shy but isn’t afraid to stand up for what’s right. Loki jokingly switches between calling her his big sister and his mom because of her relationship to Harr, the both of them scolding him because they’re not married (yet) and they’re not your parents.
On a purely aesthetic level, I also ship her sometimes with Lancelot as he’s the strongest card I have currently, so I often see the two together in Love Battles and it makes me giggle. Maddie might be too soft for Lance if I was to put her in his route, but they could be friends once they stopped being enemies. Black Army is always friendly towards Alice no matter where she ends up, so of course she’s friends with Sirius, if nothing more than to gossip about his past with Lance and Harr, much to Harr’s dismay.
Misc Thoughts:
Midnight Cinderella
I have no idea why Alyn’s Sugar Ending sticks out so much for me. I wasn’t the biggest fan of his route (mostly due to the MC herself, Alyn was reasonably okay for an s/o), and yet... that ending has stuck with me more than any of the other ends I’ve done thus far.
Like... I still can’t believe MC would fake her own death to get out of a political marriage with Byron.
Like, Princess, very bold of you. Incredibly selfish to your people and you scared the living daylights out of Alyn when he found out the news of your (fake) death, but still... I was modestly impressed.
Guess I just wanna do a rewrite of that scene, of Alyn finding Princess again after her ‘death’ and the two being together again because she’s not the princess anymore and they can live happily ever now or whatever.
I just like the emotions of that idea, okay?
There was also a thought of rewriting parts of Giles’s route to add in a thriller/psychological terror element about becoming Wysteria’s princess, stemming from my feels from Giles’s first few chapters. I only choose not to write this because I’m a big baby when it comes to scary stuff, so I tend to stay away from it. Not always, mind you, but I tend to prefer nice fluff over the scary stuff.
Or really just a plain old rewrite of Giles’s route because no one likes assault, okay? Like, make it more of a teacher/student kind of relationship that grows into something more later on. We can keep the forbidden lovers element because he’s the royal tutor and was the one to pick her to be the princess so her choosing him looks self-serving but it’s really not. There’s some bits to Giles I like, but it’s surrounded by a lot of not good things, so I just wanna do a rewrite to have more believable character growth both from him and from Princess (and less assault, less assault is always good).
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#krys talks#2am ramblings#just some thoughts to get out of my head#little bit about ikevamp and ikerev#and midcin too#probably won't do much with these#might someday#who knows
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Choices
Fandoms: Voltron, Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Revolution & Kimetsu no Yaiba / Demon Slayer
Characters: Lotor (Voltron), Yoshimoto Imagawa (Ikesen), Jonah Clemence (Ikerev) & Giyu Tomioka (KnY)
Prompt: I have been thinking for a while now that I wanted to write a series in which the reader gets to pick their love interest. Feel free to fill in the accompanying survey as well.
Inspiration taken from a side-character in a C-drama who intrigued me way more than the actual main, so I went and skipped and then had to write this story because wow was that unsatisfactory.
– I suppose it is fair to say that this is still an introduction of sorts. I’m still trying to establish the characters and the story before splitting off into separate routes.
(Has anyone picked up on the fact that reader is a selective mute? Really slightly, but I felt that it is important to point out.)
Part 1 |
Dark clouds hung above the palace, signalling nothing good to come both in weather and in fortune. However, that didn’t alert you as much as the air hanging around in the pharmacy as you returned from your rounds. The silence that hung around the courtyard of the plaza, the absence of the brewers and the apothecaries usually running abound, even the lack of patients lining up to see you, or one of the other doctors of the court surprised you.
Dropping your kit on top of your desk you felt a chill on the back of your neck as you kept your back turned to the shelf where the medicines were stored, knowing that there was a presence behind you. Reaching for the knife hidden in your sash you stilled your breath as you counted the seconds.
“Freeze!” you called, spinning around as you held out the sharp item under the chin of your aggressor. “Sneaking up on me, Lotor?” you smiled, holding the knife closer to his throat.
Chuckling, the prince raises his arms in defeat, a charming smile on his lips as he gives you an approving look. “Why still attack me if you knew it was me?” the male questioned, though he was too pleased with himself to act out on any disappointment in surprising you. “Don’t I get a hug? Or maybe a kiss?” the male teased, earning a roll of your eyes.
“None, not for someone who left the court half a year ago without leaving behind a letter,” you responded, your arm finally lowering as you pocketed your knife. “What made you return anyway?”
Guilt flashed by his expression as the prince crossed his arms at the back, an habit for whenever he felt in the wrong. A move you knew well and immediately had you forgive the man.
“At least you’re well. Well enough to sneak up on me,” you decided to say, earning another smile from the prince who closed in on you, an affectionate arm thrown over your shoulder as you started to unpack your medical kit.
“Did you miss me?” Lotor questioned, his fingers immediately running through your hair as he played around with a few loose strands. “I heard a rumour outside of the courts. They say that the imperial doctor is the best there is, but ruthless,” he continued with a tease as he pulled away, turning over to the other side of the table as he sat himself down comfortably amongst your tools.
“Now where did you earn such a reputation from, [Name]?” the prince asked, fingers going over your desk as he examined all of the mixtures you had.
Rolling your eyes once more you gave the man a shrug, not really caring for whatever gossip he had brought as you swatted his hands away from your work. “Don’t mess it up. Don’t listen to gossip. Go focus on topics that actually matter,” you scolded.
To this the male ignored you, as he so often did, picking up your mortar and pestle, pretending to grind the air. “They were talking about you, that is important to me,” the prince quipped back with a wink before turning more serious again.
“I heard that the exiled prince of Imagawa has arrived?” Lotor’s expression suddenly turned serious. The playful young playmate seemingly disappearing. “You should be careful in whom you treat, [Name]. If he tries anything you will be the first to be suspected.”
A fair warning, for you had almost exclusively treated the prince ever since his arrival. Though, one you didn’t need. Pulling the mortar and pestle out of Lotor’s arms you gave him a smack on the arm before you ushered him out of the seat that he was occupying. A sign that you weren’t going to listen to his advice.
“Yoshimoto is a friend. We both are in need of some in this court,” you waved the man’s concern off, ignoring the expression on Lotor’s face.
“Besides, I have you here now, right?” you carefully tried instead.
The way the fifth prince’s face lit up was a sight you treasured the most.
“Just be careful, alright?” the prince couldn’t help himself but express his concern, his eyes crinkling into a warmth that you had come to recognise as care from him. “If you ever find yourself in danger, be sure to call for me, okay?” Lotor pressured on, to which you only responded with another roll of the eye.
The clouds were building up as the day progressed, looming over the imperial palace like a threat. Soon, the first drops of rain fell down, though it was not the water from the heavens that the day feared. It was not the wet from the sky that you should have cared about.
“Rebels!” The alarm sounded through all of the palaces, guards ran for the front, preparing themselves to defend the gate of the imperial city with their lives. Intermingled with them were the servants, some seeking safety, others seeking out their masters and mistresses to bring them to safety.
Finding yourself in the same chaos you wondered if Lotor’s return had anything to do with the attack the palace was facing now, a cold fear settling in your bones as you watched the rain pelt down harder, making a fight with fire impossible within the cold that was seeping through your clothes. Adjusting your medical kit you were determined to head down to the front when you were pulled to the side, into an alley.
“It is me, [Name],” Yoshimoto’s breath was warm against your ear, as were his arms as he calmed you down from your initial shock. “I have come to warn you,” the Imagawa prince was quick to get to his point as he turned you around, his features hidden underneath a hood to protect him from the rain.
Stumped, you weren’t sure what to say, or how to react as you stared over his shoulder, noticing that his loyal guard Giyu was standing closeby, standing watch with his sword ready. Feeling your eyes widen, you knew you had given away your thoughts to the perceptive prince.
Smiling his usual smile, Yoshimoto let go of your arms, regret clear in his eyes as he knew he couldn’t explain the situation to you. “There isn’t much time, but know that I have valued your friendship,” the prince spoke, his eyes flitting over to the mainstreet as he pulled you into the alley deeper. “You have to promise me not to go to the front. Go to the king’s side instead, you will be safe there,” Yoshimoto continued to urge you, his hand lingering over yours only for moments before retreating into his cloak. “And should they ask, don’t tell them of this meeting. Tell them that I attacked you and robbed you of your kit.”
Without waiting for you to actually make your promise, or to regain your voice, even the make turned away, leaving you alone in the alley. Your kit, proven to be indeed gone from your grasp without your notice.
“Wait, Yos--”
When you finally did find yourself you were met with Giyu’s blade at your throat, a frightening glare headed for you as you froze in place.
“My lord may have chosen to trust you, but one sign of betrayal and I will have the rain taste your blood,” was all the guard said before departing as well, following after the ethereal figure of one of your rare friends in court.
With the retreat of your friend you felt the rain colder than before, your feet mindlessly taking you back to your pharmacy where you planned to gather your supplies once more.
“Halt!”
Once more the sharp blade of the sword was pointed at you, the figure this time poised in the proud colours of red and white. The green of his hair clung to his handsome face, drenched by the rain just like all who were out were, though Jonah’s eyes were brimming in determination as he glowered you down.
“Why aren’t you at the front?” His voice was harsh, louder than the clash of the rain on the pebbles, harder than the rumble of the heavens sounding off the lightning.
Raising your arms you gave him a look down your empty hands and the missing medical kit, your eyes feeling distant and unfocused as you tried to meet Jonah’s gaze.
“What’s wrong?” the general speaks, a frown on his face as he notices your expression. It was strange, though you had never exchanged a friendly word with the man his concern for you seemed genuine. Genuine enough despite the sword pointed at you.
Feeling a warm hand clasping your arm you let yourself be led out of the rain, into your office as Jonah pulled you along, his eyes set into a deep frown as he brushed the locks out of his eyes. His sword had long since been sheathed back into place, though his body was still wary as he left his men instructions.
“You probably will refuse to answer me, but I will have to keep you here until these pesky rebels are rooted out,” Jonah spoke, his voice taking on his usually haught tone once more as he searched around for something to dry you and himself off with. “Just point out where the towels are and maybe brew a cold medicine for yourself,” the man continued, never ceasing to give instructions.
Reaching for one of the cabinets you pulled out the fresh towels Jonah was looking for, warmth slowly returning to you as you were surrounded once more by what was most familiar to you.
“Thank you, [Name],” the general spoke, rapt steps coming over to you as he picked up one of the towels. Dropping one of them on your head Jonah’s hand quickly started to make circular motions over your head, drying you off as he continued.
“I don’t know why you aren’t at the front like I expected you to be, but you should stay put for now. It will not do if you catch a cold, or get caught up in the collision.”
The man took you by surprise with how gently he was drying you off, his hands making sure to wring your hair as dry as possible. Every now and then you could feel his cool fingertips brush over your scalp, as if he was making sure that it wasn’t too damp.
“I fell,” you broke the silence after a while. Taking in a breath you felt Jonah’s hands still for a moment before he stepped away from you, apparently satisfied and done helping you as he picked up a fresh towel for himself.
“I fell and lost my kit,” you tried again, glad that the general had left the towel on top of your head, for you were sure that your expression would reveal the lie you were telling. “That’s why I’m here.”
“So you do speak,” Jonah scoffed, his voice muffled by the towel on his head as he pulled it off, his hair falling right back into place. Folding up the towel he didn’t say much else before turning towards the door once more, checking outside for the weather.
“Stay here and stay inside, don’t open the door for anyone unless it is me.”
If you had ever been any good at following orders you weren’t exactly known for it. As soon as Jonah left you alone in your office you gathered your lost materials, throwing together whatever you could find and thought to need into a fabric that you knotted to function as a bag. It wasn’t convenient, but it would have to do and you were determined to make it work.
Attacks to the imperial city were of regular occurrence, it came with the position, you figured. The symbol of absolute rule and power, the decision-making organ. You figured that many would want to vouch for the job, thinking that they could do better for some reason or another. However, it was rare for the rebellions to get so close to the gates, often finding themselves squashed at the front lines by sheer numbers alone.
You knew that you should have listened to both Jonah and stayed back, but the knowledge that Yoshimoto was involved within the attack, or using the attack as a guise to escape worried you. It wouldn’t be his first attempt to leave the imperial city and the capital, but it would be a gamble each and every time, a gamble on his own life that everyone was much too eager to see end. Everyone but you, at least, for there was a dear friend within the man.
The rain had cleared up, though the battle hadn’t. Ahead you could hear the battlecries of the soldiers clashing with the rebellion at the maingate, a place you were to avoid for now. Instead you duck into the dark alleyways you had familiarised through your stay within the imperial city and weaved your way through, feet hurrying and meeting mud as you strayed off the path eventually, towards the waterworks of the city.
Just as you had predicted you saw a boat at the waterside, forlorn and hidden within the reed, but readied to be used in an escape. A plan foiled, it seemed as there was no sign of any life other than your own bated breaths.
“You better have a good explanation for this,” a voice suddenly crept up on you, a blade flashing on your throat as you felt your arms pulling back, your makeshift bag falling to the ground, spilling your items.
Behind you was Giyu, his voice a low hiss as he pulled you closer, the blade flashing dangerously close against your skin as you could see his reflection in the weapon.
Not too far away Yoshimoto rose from the grass himself, his expression stern as he fixed his gaze on you. The kit you had lost dangled on his shoulder, though he didn’t seem to care for its weight as he stepped closer to you, his usually charming and welcoming demeanour having sunken into something cold.
“The lord was already afraid that there someone had found out about the plan, but we never would have thought it was you,” Giyu continued in a spiteful voice as he pulled you back onto the road forcefully. “I shouldn’t have doubted you, my lord,” the guard continued, though his voice barely held any warmth at all as he released you, the tip of his sword still pointed at you as he pushed you off.
“What are we to do, now that the plan has been foiled?” The guard’s question rang sharply as you stared at the duo, your mind whirring all the while, blanking out at the chill that you felt seeping in, though it wasn’t because of your drenched figure or the rain that you felt cold.
“I suggest you let [Name] go.”
An even chillier voice came from behind, along with the whizz of an arrow passing by, anchoring itself into a nearby tree with a thud. From the opposing direction stood Lotor, his long hair drenched like the rest of you were, but his figure tall and imposing as he prepared for another shot.
“The rebellion has been squashed, I suggest you come with me to my father if you don’t plan for this to be your grave,” came the cold voice of the prince, a steely gaze fixated upon the exiled prince nearby who had remained silent all this while.
“Alas,” Yoshimoto finally spoke as he cast his eyes down, his arms swaying in defeat before he raised them, soft golden eyes reflecting nothing as he returned his gaze to Lotor. “Let us see the king, Giyu, lower your sword,” came his command and you felt yourself released, a gasp running through your body as you nearly toppled over from the tension.
A tension built up within your throat, thick and stuck as you stared between Lotor and Yoshimoto, switching over to Giyu. You had to say something, you knew that. You had to help, but your mind drew a blank as the words didn’t want to come, too many words rumbling up and yet too few being sounded.
Yoshimoto never spared you a glance as Lotor took you by the arm, a reassuring arm thrown over your shoulder as he led you away.
The rain started again on your way to the king.
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Overcoming the ordeal of love together - Harr
I translated IkeRev JP's Overcoming the ordeal of love together collection event: Desparate situation at the Couple Race - Harr's story 🏃🏻♂️
One afternoon with clear blue sky … Today I would definitely win. My heart was full of fighting spirit, because …
Presenter: Everybody who participate in the Couple Race, please assemble at the starting point!
Harr: Couple Race huh …. Now I hear it again, such a terrible name.
Yuuki: Yeah, but it’s a running competition where the man escorts the woman who is wearing dresses, so the name is probably ideal.
Harr: I see … Although the name is weird, we are participating so we must win.
Yuuki: Yes!
The winning prize was an amazing All-you-can-eat pair ticket at a Cradle’s popular restaurant; hence there were a lot of couples assembling around us. The truth was, I had planned to participate with Loki …
Yuuki: Harr, thank you very much for accompanying me.
Harr: No, I should apologize. My housemate has some sudden errands to do …
Yuuki: Not at all! It’s reassuring that you came, Harr. But… there are so many people here, is it okay?
Harr was a wanted/fugitive great wizard and his posters were still being hanged in town.
Harr: Ah, within a limited time, the“impression manipulation” magic will make people around unable to recognize me.
Yuuki: Ohh! (As expected, he is a great wizard …!)
While I was being impressed, Harr suddenly smiled at me.
Harr: … It’s the first time I have seen you like this.
Yuuki: Ah… (If I remember correctly, I haven’t gone out with Harr while wearing a dress before)
Harr: Uhm … I can’t say this very well, but …
Yuuki: …?
Harr: I think it looks good on you.
Yuuki: Ah, thank you (Somehow, when Harr complimented me, I had a ticklish feeling … Why there was a small throb deep in my heart …)
Presenter: Although the race is scheduled to start soon … due to the shortage of changing rooms, it will take some more time, please wait a bit more …!
Yuuki: Uhmm … Harr, earlier you said the “impression manipulation” is within a limited time …
Harr: Ah, nevertheless, it’s alright. Besides, when the race starts, we will be the first to reach the finishing line, don’t you agree?
Yuuki: Hmm … Yes! (… He was really reassuring. Harr’s smile and reliable words made all my rising anxiety earlier disappeared.)
Presenter: Well then, let the race begin. At your position … ready, set, go!
The race finally started, I took Harr’s hand and started running. (This dress is heavy, and it’s difficult to run in heels!)
Harr: Are you alright?
Yuuki: (Ah, I can’t complain!) Yes … You came here, Harr. For your sake, we will definitely win! Then we will eat as much as we like, together!
Harr: … Uhm, it’s a promise. But… Yuuki, we will probably run out of time soon.
Yuuki: Eee (Oh no…!)
Harr: Let’s hurry up.
Harr gently held me up in his arms.
Yuuki: (…?) Ha…Harr!
Harr: This is still me escorting you
Yuuki: Prob..probably …!
Harr: Could you please hold on tight to me like this?
(We have to do this because the time is running out …? ) The tension and Harr’s warmth made my heart beat even louder than when I was running. Carrying me like this, Harr ran past other couples one by one.
Harr: The finishing line is near.
Yuuki: (There were no contestants in sight, only the finishing line) You are amazing, Harr! We’re the first ones …!
Harr: Because I made a promise with you.
(Harr … ) His smile made my throbbing heart tighten strongly for a moment. Then Harr ran past the finishing line…
Yuuki: Yayyy! (I was too happy and spontaneously hugged Harr around his neck.
Harr: …!
Presenter: Uh oh, the first couple that finished the race is quite intimate eh. Congratulation!
Yuuki: Ee…Ah…
Harr was hiding his bright red face and whispered into my ears.
Harr: …I’m sorry, Yuuki. Can you help hide my face?
Yuuki: G…Got it!
Pretending to be an intimate couple, I received the prize certificate and held it in front of Harr to cover his dyed red face …
The End -
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Can I make a request in how the Ikerev suitors react to a MC with Depression? If you aren't comfortable writing this, I understand.
… This right here has to be the most challenging request I have ever received and I’m honestly terrified of writing it.
I have hesitated for some time now and I even thought of simply turning you down because depression is not an easy topic to write about. But when I thought of the possibility of these HCs somehow making anyone, anyone, out there feel a little bit better about themselves, then I will force myself out of my comfort zone for it.
Just few words of serious warning here. I am not an expert on mental illnesses nor am I a doctor. Although I am not exactly mentally healthy myself, I have never been diagnosed with depression either. I will try my best to make this as accurate as possible, based on my readings, my own experience and my friends’ struggles. So, please, do not hesitate to tell me if something is erroneous or can potentially offend or trigger anyone who has depression and I will immediately take this post down, you have my word.
The purpose of these HCs will be to heal and to comfort and NOT to belittle or mock depression.
For all of you out there, who are battling with depression, you are real warriors my friends and I pray to God you never stop fighting. Keep clinging to hope and never be ashamed to seek out help. Many people , including myself, are always ready to hear you out. My ask box is also open for everyone who simply wants an ear to listen.
Trigger Warning: Depression.
Ikemen Revolution Suitors Reacting to an MC with Depression:
Lancelot:
Lancelot would quietly listen to you as you confess everything to him, his eyes never leaving your face, his hands gently enveloping your cold ones.
Once he is sure you have said it all, Lancelot will slowly guide your body to face his own, bring his face closer to yours and solemnly say, “You’re not a burden. You’re a strong woman. So strong. But I’m here now, so try to lean on me even for a while.”
Lancelot would tightly embrace your trembling body with his strong arms, trapping you against the solid warmth of his chest, and burying his face into the crook of your shoulder, leaving behind soft kisses on your skin.
His hands would come up to pat your hair, tightening his hold on you further as soon as he begins to hear your sobs echoing in the room. After letting you cry your heart out, the King of Hearts would gently pick you up and carry you to the bed. Carefully tucking you under the covers, he would place a soothing kiss on your forehead.
Lancelot will not leave your side for the rest of the night, nor the night after it as well as all nights for the rest of your lives.
Just like you have managed to save him from the throes of despair, supported him when he was distant and cold, and forgave his cruelest actions, Lancelot took an oath to himself to never stray away from your side, and to hold your hand as you find your way out of the darkness inside your head.
Jonah:
As soon as the words left your lips, it would take some time for Jonah to process the situation and for his brain to register the new information. When it fully sinks in, Jonah’s eyes would immediately begin to water, his cheeks taking on a soft shade of red before he chokes out. “How can you be so strong?”
Jonah would gently hold your hands, bringing them to his lips, kissing each and every knuckle of yours before nuzzling your palm against his own cheeks. Throwing his arms around you in a hug, Jonah would gently whisper how strong, how fierce and how beautiful you are, because even in your darkest hours, you never gave up on yourself.
The Queen of Hearts would then puff up his chest and slightly pout, his eyes still red from all the tears he shed and order you to stay put until be comes back. Jonah would then leave for a few minutes before returning with a plate full of sweet treats, plopping next to you on the sofa and shoving them into your mouth. For each cookie you successfully eat, Jonah would reward you with a gently peck on your lips, softly smiling at you as you slowly make your way through the desserts, Pine nestled quietly on your lap.
Jonah cannot be prouder of you after your confession. He always respected the incredible woman he fell in love with right from the start, but knowing how much pain and suffering you had to go through on a daily basis made Jonah wants to hold you inside his arms and never let you go.
You’re the bravest soldier Jonah has ever met.
Edgar:
Edgar’s surprise in reaction to your words barely lasts for a few seconds before his regular, soft smile returns to his lips. He adorably tilts his head and softly tells you, “I love you regardless of anything.”
For Edgar, there’s nothing you can say to him that can make his love for you decrease even by a mere inch. After all, you have accepted him wholly, with his bloody past and disappointing actions, deceiving nature and horrible secrets. How can he not do the same for you?
The Jack of Hearts knows all about self-loathing and the awful feelings of anguish and hopelessness. Even now, Edgar still hasn’t learned how to completely let go of his past, nor how to accept that this cruel world actually deserves to be loved.
Edgar will hold your hand in his, and will ask you to stay by his side as you both learn, bit by bit, to love life again and see that there’s hope even in the midst of the darkest nights.
If Edgar managed to return from hell itself with your help, then you have no doubts that he will give up everything he has in order for you to keep on living and learn how to smile again.
Zero:
Zero’s first words to you would be, “It’s okay to feel this way,” as he tightly holds your hand, his eyes trembling with raw emotions.
Zero is no stranger to the feeling of utter emptiness in one’s chest. He has, for very long time now, felt as if he does not belong anywhere, as if he is destined to feel lost and meaningless for the rest of his life.
So Zero, knowing that you feel almost the same as he, if not worse, smiles gently at you and squeezes your hand a bit tighter. Just as you chose to see past his flaws and his deeply-rooted insecurities, Zero will forever see you as the strong warrior you are. In your dark just as your bright days, Zero promises he will be there. He will smile when you do and hold you close whenever you feel like crying. He will give you space and time whenever you need them and stick close to you if you feel like the world is crashing around you.
Zero will be more than content to simply walk by your side and match your pace. He will be there when you feel courageous enough to take baby steps towards healing and he will never abandon you even when you shut yourself in your room and come so close to giving everything up. Zero will be there, through it all. So do not be afraid, and lean on his sturdy back, and let his gentle warmth and kind heart heal your very soul.
Kyle:
“Is there anything I can do to help?” would be Kyle’s softly whispered words as he gently holds you close to his chest, one hand patting the crown of your head, tousling your hair in a familiar gesture.
Kyle might not be a psychologist, but as a doctor, he knows that talking about one’s fears and doubts might prove quiet efficient in the process of healing. He is more than ready to introduce you to one of his psychologists friends, whom he has absolute trust in their skills. But if you do not feel ready to talk to anyone yet, Kyle will respect your decision and encourage you to take as much time as you need. He will be there, whichever choice you make.
Kyle’s soft heart and awkward kindness will shine through your darkest days as his rough hands will guide you back to the surface every time you feel like you’re drowning. Kyle will use every means in his hands to bring you back to health, all the while making sure he does not force you beyond your limits.
His golden eyes will never stray from you as he alternates between gently pushing you towards the sun and tenderly enveloping you in the safety of your shared room. No matter how hard things become, Kyle will be there with his silly smiles and stupid jokes, and he will repeatedly save you whenever you feel too tired to even stand on your own.
Ray:
Ray’s emerald eyes would tremble for so long, his hands softly rubbing your back as he quietly waits for you to finish speaking before he calmly whisperer: “There is hope.”
Ray is not excessively optimistic, nor is he unreasonably idealistic. He simply knows the woman he loves and he knows what she is capable of. He is certain that she will make it through it all, no matter how many times she falls, no matter how much it bleeds and hurts, he knows you will get back up even if you choose to stay down for some time, gathering up your strength.
Ray fell in love with a real fighter, same as him. And just like he never gave up on his own self for years, Ray will undoubtedly never give up on you either.
He knows it’s hard. He knows how painful it is to get up in the morning when all you want to do is to lay in bed, crying your heart out, doing nothing at all. He knows how tedious life can become, when all the people around you are smiling and enjoying themselves while you feel like suffocating with each breath you take, your insecurities piling up on your shoulders, threatening o pull you under the tide at any given chance.
Be ready to be completely accepted by this man. All of you, from head to toe, will be embraced by Ray as he walks you the same road as you towards self-healing.
Take as much time as you need with this man by your side. With Belle gathered in his arms, he will follow you to the ends of the world.
Sirius:
Sirius will be silent for a long while after you finish talking. He will hold your hands between his own, his fingers tenderly caressing your knuckles, as he thinks for a while.
Once he reaches his final conclusion, Sirius will hum in approval before getting up, dragging you with him in the process.
“Let me help,” is Sirius’ next words as he wears his usual, familiar smile.
You will pampered to death by this man. Do you feel like staying at your room all day without doing nothing at all? Sirius will make sure you have soft blankets, water and warm meals whenever the darkness in your head gets too overwhelming. Do you feel a little bit better, ready to go out for a while? Sirius will also be there, hand intertwined with yours, as he allows to pick whichever destination you want to go to, without ever pushing you too far or forcing you do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable.
Life is unfair, and Sirius is well aware if that. Although he cannot exactly banish your doubts and insecurities, he will be there to deny them all and remind you how much you are loved and that when all of this is over, he will still be here and so will you.
Seth:
Ever wondered how it would feel if you had someone who understands your very soul without even needing to speak? Well, Seth will become that person for you.
You don’t even need to spell everything out, Seth would be up on his feet declaring that you’ll get through this together.
Just like Sirius, Seth will be able to read your every mood and act according to your feelings for the day. He will alternate between providing you with days full with shopping trips, delicious food and girls’ talk and others simply spent watching classical movies in the darkness of your shared room, curled up together under the blankets, munching on simple treats.
Don’t hesitate to lay everything bare to this man and rely on him to hold your hand as you fight your way through it all to reach the surface. Seth will never judge you nor deny any of your efforts. Whether you only manage to get up from your bed in the morning or spend an entire day smiling or laughing, Seth will be proud of you regardless.
Harr:
“I love you”, is Harr’s response to your confession.
For him, a strong fighter like you who managed to help him out of his own darkness is more than capable to save herself, but he will be there with you, each step of the way, keeping you safe from the demons inside your head, and holding your hand whenever it feels too much to bear.
Harr’s kindness and concern will mainly show in actions rather than words. A cup of warm chocolate and soft tissues after you finish sobbing your heart out for no reason. Your favorite flower appearing right beside your pillow after you spent an entire day holed up in your room, refusing to let anyone inside.
Small acts like these will contentiously prove Harr’s determination to share his warmth with you, as you both find your ways towards loving yourselves and loving this world.
Oliver:
Clenching his teeth in irritation, Oliver will most certainty tell you how much of an idiot you are, if you thought this will change anything between you.
“You chose me, so don’t go around trying to escape. You’re stuck with me, so deal with it. You won’t drive me away.”
Oliver’s behavior will not undergo any major changes after your declaration. He will still treat you the same way since he does not consider you to be any different. In his eyes, you’re the same silly woman he fell in love with. It doesn’t matter for him that at certain days, you would feel too empty to even get up from the bed or too tired to even brush your hair or drink your coffee. It does not matter because Oliver will be there in any case, every day, whether good or bad, and will kiss you good morning, insult your bed hair before threading his fingers through it, tenderly kissing its ends.
Oliver is the same as ever, and his love for you will remain unchanged. He fell in love with a human after all, and he will embrace that human, with all of her mood swings and flaws.
Hey little fighter, soon things will be brighter ❤
#ikemen revolution#i did as many suitors as I could before I ran out of ideas and I got too emotional to even write#so i hope you forgive me#just know that you're not alone and that we are all suffering each in our own way#... stay strong#❤
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Day 7: Heartbreak of Betrayal (lokiappreciationweek2k19)
Fandom: Ikemen Revolution
Character(s): Loki Genetta
Pairing: Harr Silver & Eirene Chapman
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 484
Notes: I got the idea about an unrequited love Loki has for my Cradlesona, Eirene Beverly Chapman. This is my first drabble, so feedback is welcome and very much appreciated, but don't be too harsh, okay?
Tagging: @ikerev-appreciation
Thank you @saphyhowl and @cradleeyes for beta reading, giving suggestions and ideas.
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Why?
The word is the first thing that pops up in his mind as he watches Harr and Eirene interact with one another, noting the love in their eyes, while recognizing the magnetic pull bringing their bodies closer and closer. As if they are meant to be together, without them realizing it. Witnessing the love they share is painful. His heart yearns for the one person he can’t have. He knows how wrong it is to feel this way. And, yet, he still harbors these feelings, in spite of the fact he was the one who introduced the two of them.
He brought them together through his mutual friendships with them, bringing them together with an intent to help them break through their awkward and reserved nature, resulting in the two of them finding themselves in precarious situations…thanks to him purposely sabotaging the moment.
Loki met her first, on the type of day he hates the most. Rainy weather always brought painful memories: memories he’d rather forget. Eirene had shown him kindness when no one else did. She offered her time and companionship, despite how awkward and guarded she’d been, how little she talked (about herself, or otherwise), much to his dismay. Still, Loki slowly wormed his way into her heart; something she kept from everyone unless they were in her little circle. Her trust meant more to him than his own selfish desire for attention, only craving the kind she could give. Only, it wasn’t his to have. The thought of losing her, to time, to death, to the one person whom he trusted his life to: these factors played a role in his demise, shattering his heart into a million pieces.
Why?
“Will I ever be loved by you, Eirene?” Loki whispers to himself, watching the woman in question embracing Harr lovingly. Sorrow dances within the heterochromia depths of his eyes.
Her laughter is a sweet melody, her touch is gentle. The tips of her fingers brush black locks behind reddening ears. “Please, Harr?” Her plea causes Loki’s heart to stir with an all too familiar emotion. “I only want one kiss. Just one, I promise.” Knowing how Harr is, Loki sees the wizard divert his one visible eye, discerning a dark red hue spreading across Harr's face, as he strains to hear his murmur. “Do we have to kiss right now?” Her boldness surprises Harr, but Eirene refuses to give up, pushing him down to the ground, straddling his waist. With a teasing smile, she leans down, her face inches away from his, moving her hips in a suggestive manner as she whispers something meant for his ears only. Loki doesn’t have to hear the words being spoken to understand them, the lovers' body language giving him the answer to his question. Suddenly, it feels like his whole world is crashing down around him, his chest tightening with every breath he takes.
#lokixappreciationweek2019#ikemen revolution#harr silver#loki genetta#my cradlesona#my writing#ikerev oc#this fic is shit
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Phone Call [Mitsuhide Akechi]
Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku
Pairing: Mitsuhide Akechi x MC (Natsuki)
Word Count: 1842 words--how many text messages would you need to send that?
Warning: NSFW! As if that was a surprise?
A/N: (gasp) My very first IkeSen fic that I uploaded! Someone brought up this AU on a Discord server, and welp, my brain stuck to the snek man instead of an IkeRev suitor. So here’s some snek smut that no one asked for! Also, Natsuki isn’t my OC, it’s actually @xathia-89 ‘s OC. xD Look, I don’t have OCs yet so don’t hunt me down. Addendum, modern AU because of phones, and a slight dom!Mitsuhide??? And if Mitsuhide is too OOC for you here, you can shut your piehole. I tried okay!
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Mitsuhide knew who was calling even before he looked at the screen.
“Hello.”
“You told me you’d finish work early today so we can have dinner today.”
He laughed softly, switching to speaker mode as he resumed to pace around his desk, staying close enough for her to hear him. “Natsuki, I thought I already sent you a text explaining why.”
Being the head of accounting for Oda Industries was no easy job. The typical daily grind wasn’t this bad, but the absurd amount of workload was expected from the upcoming project that they intend to release in 4 months. The sudden announcement of their leading competitor of a similar product caught all of their attention, and he had expected this sort of complication would come sooner or later. Nobunaga Oda was one ambitious man--he valued Mitsuhide’s opinion and assessment on how to launch their project earlier than the competition without going into the red.
“I know, but I’m still upset at your boss. Making you all work into the night on a Friday.” He could imagine just how sulky she was just from the tone of her voice.
“Don’t pout, you know you look too adorable when you do.”
The short silence told him that she was indeed pouting, just as he expected. “Tease.” A clang of utensils could be heard over the line, followed by the solid click of the stove knob. “I was really looking forward to tonight.”
“I do miss your cooking.” He slipped his fingers on his tie, tugging on it to loosen the knot.
“Have you eaten?” Her voice was now full of concern. Working late nights like this wasn’t new to Mitsuhide, but knowing that someone was waiting back for him at the apartment made a staggering difference to what he felt. Natsuki knew that there would be days like this. Even for her, working with one of the most prestigious law firms was a taxing job. There had been days when it had been the opposite, with him fetching her from the building as late until a few minutes to midnight.
He glanced at the clock. 8:29PM. “I’m sure Masamune’s up to something in the pantry for the emergency meeting.”
“Do you know how long it’ll take?”
“Knowing Nobunaga, until tomorrow would be a good estimate.” That is, if he crunched the numbers right and predicted the competition’s next move. He sat down on his chair, leaning back to relax a little.
The rustle of fabric sounded like static to him, the sound of the evening television sitcom playing faintly in the background. “So, how are you going to make it up to me?”
Mitsuhide didn’t miss the teasing rise of her voice. It’s been a hectic week for the company, which meant they barely had time to spend with each other. Which also meant that neither of them were getting the appropriate amount of physical release they obviously craved.
“Mm, I’ll gladly pay you back once we’ve settled the problem.”
“But I can’t wait that long, I miss you too much.” The hint of neediness in her voice made him raise an eyebrow. Was she really going to use that card? “I miss your touch already.”
“Alright. How about we play a game to tide you over until then, my little mouse?”
“What kind of game?” Playing innocent just made him want to play, to tease her even more.
Switching off the loudspeaker, Mitsuhide picked up his phone. “A game where you follow my instructions over the phone.” It’s not the first time they’ve done this, but the thrill of hearing her come undone for him was always a delight. “And if you manage to finish until the end, you win.”
“What do I get for winning?”
“You’ll find out when I get home tomorrow.”
“And if I lose?”
“You’ll also find out tomorrow.” The little whine she gave him only made him smirk.
“Okay, I’ll play along with you.” He swore he could hear the word master at the end of that sentence.
On the other end, Natsuki knew she would be fidgety the moment she heard his voice. There’s just something about the way her name rolls off his tongue that lights a fire in her. It’s been days since they’ve last had each other, and she was getting frustrated. She knew that Mitsuhide was as well from the gruff tone of his voice.
“First, I want you to wear your earphones for me.”
She reached for them on the coffee table, securing the earbuds before speaking into the mic. “I’m wearing them.”
“Good. Now, I want you to tease yourself for me.”
Leaning back on the couch, Natsuki trailed her fingers along her thighs, making her body shiver. She slowly slipped them in her shirt, letting out a soft whimper as she cupped her breasts. “I know where your hands are. Give it a good squeeze and run your thumbs on your nipples.”
The sensation of her own hands made her cunt pulse. She remembered how Mitsuhide loved snaking his hand up her body, his warm hands on her, his palms rubbing her nipples until they hardened.
“Mmm, you’re perking up just like how I want you. I wish I could take both in my mouth, biting and licking them. Pinch them for me.”
Her fingers moved on their own accord, following his voice. Natsuki let out a sharp gasp. The chuckle that followed only licked at the heat pooling between her legs. “Ahh.. Mitsuhide..”
“You sound so delightful.” His voice was like chocolate, smooth and warm. “And I’m willing to bet that you’re absolutely soaked.”
She didn’t need to check; she already knew. Closing her eyes, it felt like he was right there, breathing against her ear. Tilting her head back, as if waiting for his teeth to run over her skin, leaving bite marks. Marking her.
“Spread your legs open for me.”
A groan. The soft fabric of the sofa did nothing to soothe her desire. “Mm, that’s a good little mouse. I can already smell you from here. I just want to go down and devour you right now.” The ravenous tone he used to punctuate his words only spiked her arousal higher.
“Fuck.. Yes please..” Natsuki moaned into the mic, making sure he could hear her. How she wished he was there between them, doing things to her with that wicked tongue of his. Her fingers would tangle in those silver locks, tugging him closer, wanting more. Needing him inside her.
“So wet and ready for me, aren’t you. You’re just begging for me to touch you.” She whined at him as a response. “Push your panties aside and touch your clit with light strokes.”
She tugged on her damp underwear, an index finger running along her slit. Her fingertip grazed the sensitive nub, rubbing it slowly with minimal pressure. Soft moans of pleasure escaped her lips, trying hard to follow his command. “M-Mitsuhide.. I want more..”
“I know you do.” He replied with complete confidence. “Press harder. I’m allowing you to slide your fingers in that wet cunt.”
Natsuki rubbed tighter circles as she easily pushed two fingers in her pussy. Her walls squeezed around them, and her mind imagined it was his fingers inside her.
His voice brought her back to her senses. “You feel so good around my fingers, tightening up like that. I haven’t moved them and yet you’re dripping down my hand. And I know you can slip a third one in.”
It didn’t take much effort; she was so wet that it slipped in smoothly.
“I want you to thrust those fingers fast and deep. But you can’t come unless I tell you to.” The words or else was heavily implied.
She obeyed him, his voice seemingly hypnotic to her. Her hips bucked against her hand as her moans grew louder, not caring if any of their neighbors heard. What she wanted was for him to listen, to hear just how much his words and voice affected her. Natsuki wanted to keep moaning for him, telling him how much she craved for his mouth and hands on her.
“Natsuki.”
“Ahh, fuck..!” She cried out, feeling her orgasm building up. Natsuki shut her eyes, focused on fighting the urge to give in.
Mitsuhide’s voice was tight. Restrained. “Such a good little girl for me. I know you can hold off a bit more as I grip your thighs apart, thrusting my cock into you. Filling you up and stretching you.”
“P-Please..!”
A pause. “My mouth will be all over your neck, biting you hard. Fingers playing and tugging on that clit as I fuck you. You feel amazing like this, so needy and hungry just for me.”
“Mitsuhide..! I can’t..” She was so close. “Please I want to cum..!”
“Cum for me, Natsuki.”
As soon as he finished his sentence, she sobbed his name into the empty room as her climax came hard. Pleasure wrecked through her body as Natsuki kept thrusting her fingers, her walls squeezing around them as she rode out her orgasm. Her moans softened as she slowly came down from her high, panting for air as her heart beat wildly in her chest.
“Well, that was quite a lovely show.”
Her cheeks were flushed as Natsuki tried to calm her breathing. “That was.. That felt so good..”
Mitsuhide laughed, the sound of the chair creaking as he got up. “You sound well fucked.”
Now it was her turn to laugh. “I’d still prefer it if you were here.”
“I’ll certainly try by tonight, but I don’t promise anything.” He had that teasing tone back. “I do have to hang up for the meeting now.”
“What? But what about you?”
“Hearing you cum so beautifully is enough for me.” She heard the rustle of paper from his line. “The faster we find a solution also means we get to leave soon.”
“Mm, okay.” Natsuki made the effort to clean her fingers noisily, moaning quietly as she slipped them in her mouth.
“Tease.” He grinned over the phone. “I love you.”
She giggled, her voice giving him some determination to finish work instead of jumping to his car and speeding home. “I love you too.”
Mitsuhide hung up first, pocketing his phone before pushing the door to the conference room open. Everyone was already there, including Nobunaga.
“It’s not like you to be late.” Masamune eyed him curiously across the table.
“I had to make an important phone call.”
That earned him a long wolf whistle. “Sounded like an interesting conversation if it took you that long to take it.”
“Will you stop it? I’d like to get home within the day, if everyone doesn’t mind.” Ieyasu spoke up, running his hand through dishevelled hair.
Nobunaga stood at the head of the table, giving Mitsuhide a nod. “I don’t want to keep anyone here longer than necessary. And I suppose you’ve already come up with a plan of attack?”
He couldn’t help but smirk. Of course he had.
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Baby Godspeed
Day 4. “Wait a minute—this picnic basket is empty!” - @atelier-maroron's Spring Bouquet Content Creation Challenge
Fandom: IkeRev
Characters: Fenrir Godspeed x Aria Clemence (ft. Anna Godspeed)
Type: Fluff - CW: Pregnancy
WC: 942
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“Hey Treasure, make sure you are back early this afternoon, we are going on a date” The words never cease the excitement in Aria’s stomach, even after all these months. Her hand floats down to her stomach as she packs the picnic basket for their date, knowing that they will be headed to Willow falls.
“Ooooh, Fenrir and Aria” the singing voice starts but a glare in the general direction has the woman hushing up.
“Anna Godspeed!”
“Aria Clemence” Anna sasses back the youngest Clemence and Aria sighs, throwing her hands up in the air. Anna slips her arm around Aria’s shoulders.
“You love me” She giggles and Aria grumbles near silently. She gently nudges Anna out of the way while she packs the basket. Her hand frequently lands on her stomach, the recent news still fresh on her mind. Anna watches worriedly.
“It will be okay, promise” She giggles. Aria sighs, wishing Rose and Irene were here with her. She gets on with her day, her mind looking forward to the picnic date that night.
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“Ready, treasure?” Aria jumps when Fenrir wraps his arms around her and she nods. Standing up to walk with him. His eyes rake over her body before he kisses her cheek. They head to the kitchen and grab the basket, before heading to ride out. Night is just falling and the crisp night air has Aria snuggling up into Fenrir’s arms and holding on tight to him. He smiles down at her and once they are in the familiar meadow Fenrir laughs at her.
“Don’t tease me Fen, this is the first time I have been out here when the trees and flowers were blooming.” Aria tries to defend, a slight blush gracing her cheeks and Fenrir kisses her, his forehead pressed to hers.
“You are so adorable” He murmurs and she pouts,her eyes looking down. Fenrir takes the basket and they go to their favorite tree, setting up for their date.
“Wait a minute - this picnic basket is empty!” Fenrir's frustrated voice pulls Aria from her thoughts and she frowns.
"What? It shouldn't be, I packed it this morning" Aria panics before she sees the blanket Fenrir had pulled from the basket.
"What did Anna do this time!" Fenrir curses his twin as he pouts up at his girlfriend.
"Anna stole all our food and left us this baby blanket and these baby shoes" Fenrir grumbles in confusion. He holds up the blanket before his eyes widen. Holding her breath, Aria doesn't move as Fenrir catches the embroidery along the pastel pink and blue blanket.
Baby Godspeed
Fenrir looks up to a blushing Aria. Her eyes hold uncertainty, but there is a hint of excitement. Suddenly all her nausea and fatigue makes sense.
"Aria! Are we having a baby?" Aria nods, the tears brimming her eyes, and Fenrir bolts up to pick up his girlfriend. " I can't believe it," he whispers, spinning her in his arms. Aria breaks out in a smile, tears fall from her cheek as she clutches Fenrir.
"Did you plan this?" He asks and she shakes her head.
"Not for today, I wanted to wait a couple more weeks, but I guess Anna wanted me to do it sooner" Aria kisses Fenrir's cheek and He catches her chin to give her a proper kiss.
"I love you Aria Clemence, no matter what." He promises, his hand rests on her chest, pushing her down as he lowers his head to press a kiss on her stomach. "I will always protect both of you" laying his head on her chest, her hands going in his hair.
"Who knows?" Fenrir asks and Aria smiles.
"Rose, Irene and Anna. Rose knew before I did, her and Irene could sense the baby, that's why she has been so protective. Anna found out because she eavesdropped on me and Rose." Aria sighs, remembering how Rose's behavior puzzled her until the morning sickness struck. Fenrir's gentle touch along her stomach stirs her from her thoughts.
"When should we tell everyone?" He asks and Aria frowns.
"We should wait a few more weeks, 2 more weeks until I am out of the first trimester. Then we can tell Ray, Sirius and my brothers.” Aria proposes and Fenrir frowns briefly, imagining the reaction of Luka and Jonah. Mainly Jonah, Aria kisses his head in reassurance, reading his mind.
"It will be okay, Jonah wont do anything, he can't. He has Vivian" laughter laces Arias voice, calming Fenrir down and Fenrir sits up.
"So never underestimate a brother's love." He sighs, pulling her close and running his hands along the baby blanket.
"Did she really leave us no food? That is cruel" Fenrir pouts and Aria laughs, standing up and going to a tree. Finding another basket laden with snacks and tea, Aria makes a mental note to kill Anna later. The basket is lifted from her arms quickly and Aria looks up to see Fenrir holding the basket, he guides her back to the clearing and has her stand while he pulls out the proper blanket. Helping her sit down he smiles at her.
"Now I really have a reason to spoil you" he teases and Arias face flares in a blush. She hides her face in her hands and Fenrir laughs. Ignoring the basket of food, he situated Aria in his lap, peppering her face in kisses until she starts giggling. With one arm around her, he makes plates for both of them and their little date continues, a new sense of excitement courses through them in the meadow. Soon their lives will change and they can't wait.
#ikemen revolution#ikerev#Aria Clemence#Fenrir Godspeed#ikerev Fenrir#baby godspeed#I can't wait for Jonah's reaction#Annalise Godspeed (OC)
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Final Results for Ikerev TW Election!
1. Ray Blackwell: It’s all because of you that I came in first place. Thank you. Please keep voting for me forever and take care of me.
2. Sirius Oswald: Thanks for your vote, I shall serve you from tonight to the next morning.
3. Lancelot Kingsley: I will serve you with great care from now on, so be prepared for that.
4. Jonah Clemence: Even though I can’t understand why I’m not no.1...but thanks!
5. Harr Silver: Thanks. I am, truly glad.
6. Fenrir Godspeed: I will make you even happier next time!
7. Edgar Bright: I will give you the best time next time as well.
8. Luka Clemence: I am very happy to have been chosen by you, thank you.
9. Kyle Ash: Let’s have another drink tonight to celebrate!
10. Oliver Knight: You really are very troublesome. But I’ll answer to your expectations, so wait in your room.
11. Loki Genetta: I’ll satisfy you next time ♩
12. Mousse Atlas: I want to make you more, more happier.
13. Zero: I will find another way to serve you.
14. Dalim Tweedle: There’s not enough time to bring you into a dream, is there? Princess.
15. Seth Hyde: My service to you is not nearly enough yet.
16. Dean Tweedle: Do you like even more stimulation?
17. Blanc Lapin: Time spent with you cannot be replaced by anything else.
Mature Category Ranking:
1. Sirius: It’s okay if I’m the only mature man serving you.
2. Lancelot: It’s natural that I would want to invite the person I love dearly.
3. Edgar: Allow me to tell you words said by a mature adult.
4. Dalim: I don’t want other men inviting you.
5. Dean: You were invited by other men, and you were completely at ease around them, do you require more of my instruction?
6. Blanc: Being able to invite an elegant lady like you makes me feel very honored.
Talented Category Ranking:
1. Harr: Once I saw your smile, I didn’t want to let go of you...
2. Fenrir: I really don’t want to let you go.
3. Kyle: It’s impossible for me to not get close to you, you are very cute.
4. Oliver: Listen well, you are the only woman who I want to get close to in this world.
5. Zero: If you feel uncomfortable with other men getting close to you, I will protect you.
6. Seth: You are truly very desirable, so let me see more of your adorable expressions.
Little Devil Category Ranking:
1. Ray: Because your embarrassed expression is very cute, I want to bully you even more.
2. Jonah: Just obediently let me play with you.
3. Luka: I will only turn into a little devil in front of you...
4. Loki: I’m the only one who wants to tease Alice, right?
5. Mousse: Not only your smile, I want to see many more of your expressions too.
So yeah. This concludes 2021 Ikerev TW elections.
Ray came in first, which is not surprising at all because he always comes in first. He and his fans deserves it honestly.
BUT LOOK HOW CLOSE SIRIUS AND LANCELOT ARE THO. THEY’RE LITERALLY ONLY 27 VOTES APART. I’M SO SORRY TO THE LANCELOT FANS.
Jonah came in fourth. I was trying to get him up to top 3, but I guess that’s not happening bc there’s a 40000 gap between him and Lancelot. I gave all my 556 votes to him, and I regret nothing. BUT ALSO LOOK AT HIS LINES. OTHER SUITORS ARE ALL THANKING YOU AND PROMISING YOU A BETTER TIME BUT THIS BOI IS LIKE: WHY AM I NOT FIRST??? He’s such a brat I love him so much.
Harr came in fifth! I was pretty surprised bc not a lot of people seem to like him in the English version, but he’s pretty popular in Ikerev TW! I’m so glad that people are liking pure boi.
Fenrir is next. He’s literally the guy with the highest EQ in this game bc he knows how to make the atmosphere lively but he also knows when other ppl are upset. I love him as well.
Then there’s the Jacks! They ended up right next to each other with like a 500 gap, which seems fitting bc they’re always together.
Next up we have the two drinking buddies, Kyle and Oliver. I kinda expected Oliver to be higher up, but I guess Ikerev TW has less appreciation for sass than Ikerev English lol.
We have the cat and mouse after that. Mousse actually ended up in a pretty good position despite being one of the newer additions to the game, so I guess it just shows how much ppl love him already. I can’t wait until his route comes out (God knows when that will be).
Moving on, we’ve got Zero, Dalim, Seth, and Dean. I didn’t expect Zero to end up so low on the board, but whatever. Dalim, Seth, and Dean’s positons are more like what I predicted, since they’re all still relatively new to the game (Seth’s route only came out less than a year ago).
Finally, we’ve got Blanc at last, which honestly isn’t very surprising. He’s mean for not giving us his route.
Overall, this was quite similar to the mid-ranking results. Lancelot and Sirius traded spots, Fenrir moved past the Jacks, Kyle and Oliver switched, Mousse managed to move past Zero, and Dean pulled himself from last place. But apart from that, nothing else changed.
#ikemen revolution#ikerev#ray blackwell#sirius oswald#lancelot kingsley#jonah clemence#harr silver#fenrir godspeed#edgar bright#luka clemence#kyle ash#oliver knight#loki genetta#mousse atlas#zero#dalim tweedle#seth hyde#dean tweedle#blanc lapin#loki is sandwiched between his two enemies lol#i really wished jonah could've made it into top 3#but whatever
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Hello! I'd like to request a matchup for IkeRev. I'm an ENTP 7w8, Ravenclaw (she/her). I don't have any too defined likes and dislikes, but generally speaking I value my privacy the most (a bit too much sometimes) and I can really get upset with people who don't respect it. My hobbies include...everything; linguistics, psychology, physics, video games, reading, programming, tinkering with stuff etc. I tend to be very teasing and flirty with other people, and I'm a really big fan of idle chatter.
A little A/N: I am still working on my last few matchups so they will get done! Life just sort of killed me and then beat my dead body with a hammer for the last few weeks😅 . I will finsih them though! Sorry for the delay!
I match you with
Blanc!
Thank you so much for requesting! I’m sorry for the (very) long wait! Also, since you didn’t specify which prompts you wanted I decided to experiment and write a sort of Princess-Advisor AU, since I wasn’t particularly inspired by the rest of the prompts for this. I might be putting this one on the prompt list👀 . I hope you enjoy this! (Also I really went ham with the prompt, but I hope you still like it!)
It’s no secret that Blanc is very flirtatious, but he is caught off guard when he finds you returning his advances, often getting the upper hand on him. Your teasing leaves him speechless and you find his reactions very amusing.
After you first meet he introduces you to Oliver’s work in an attempt to get closer to you. You end up spending a lot of time with Oliver in the workshop, Blanc usually watching as the two of you work, much to the other’s annoyance. Oliver can often be seen blushing at your back and forth, before eventually pushing both of you back to the living room.
While Blanc can’t interact with your work with Oliver, he can always offer you information on the history of both London and Cradle usually resulting in hour-long conversations on the particular period you’re covering.
While the two of talk daily, you both recognize the other’s need for privacy and it takes some time for you to really open up to each other.
Prompt: Wild card!
The rain was coming down hard, the endless patter on your window not allowing you to sleep. You settled on using that as an excuse as you rose from bed and threw on your night robe, the news you had received earlier that evening repeating in your head.
“We have arranged for you to marry prince Charles. We believe this will secure your future.”
You pushed the words out, not prepared to confront the reality of what was to come.
You had taken a book with you, but you couldn’t wield yourself to focus as you lay on the windowsill of one of the many library windows, head resting on the glass as the rain fell. Your body shivered, but you refused to move, seeking for any distraction.
“It’s a little too late for a princess to be reading, isn’t it?” you didn’t have to look back to recognize the voice of your most trusted advisor.
“Blanc.” He squeezed in the seat next to you, sitting so close you could hear his breathing over the rain.
“Pride and Prejudice? Haven’t you already read it multiple times?” he gestured to the book in your hands, still lying on your lap, unopened.
“I was hoping that re-reading it would inspire me to be more open minded about…” you didn’t utter his name, too scared to make the engagement official.
He reached for your hand, like it was the most natural thing in the world. You didn’t dare say anything. What existed between you would have to end, but your feelings would stay. You hoped they would offer you some comfort when you wed a man who was next to stranger to you.
“The king told me about the engagement a few hours ago.” He didn’t need to say anything else. You both knew what you had to do.
“Let’s wait until tomorrow.” You pushed yourself closer to him, closing the distance between you. You lay your head on his chest and his arms wrapped around you, his warmth shielding you from the wind peaking through the cracks of the glass.
“Tomorrow then.” You weren’t sure how much time had passed. Soon you drifted off, your lovers’ embrace setting your nerves at ease.
When you woke up the next morning, you were in your own bed, alone. It was hard to ignore your disappointment as you got ready to face the day, thoughts of Blanc occupying your mind. You knew you had agreed to end it. You were promised to another man, yet it was hard to keep your word as you came face to face with reality.
“Prince Charles will arrive in a week’s time for the celebration of your engagement. I expect you to be on your best behavior.” You could only nod, not trusting yourself to speak.
“Honey, are you okay?” your mother’s voice was kinder, but she could offer you no comfort.
“Yes, mother.” You excused yourself before your parents could doubt your words, eager to get away.
You found yourself at the stables, preparing for a long ride.
When the strong wind hit your face, all thoughts of Charles disappeared, replaced by adrenaline. The further you got from the palace, the easier it became for you to breath. Despite the ache that started developing on your legs, you continued, putting as much distance between you and your new reality. As the sun set you considered turning back, not wanting to face your father’s anger when you returned, but as you slowed it became increasingly hard to turn back.
“Thinking of leaving us, princess?” you almost thought you had imagined it, but when you turned around, Blanc was standing a few feet away from you, his face laminated by the fading sun.
“Blanc? How did you know where I was?”
“I knew you had gone riding. It wasn’t hard to figure out where you went. I know you well, after all.” He dismounted his horse and offered you his hand, helping you off of your own mount. You stayed silent for a while, watching the sun fade into the night.
“I can’t go through with this. I try to tell myself that I can do this, but every time I think about marrying him I feel like I’m drowning.” You couldn’t look him in the eye as you tried to make sense of your thoughts. You expected him to lecture you on responsibility, but instead his hand reached for your chin, tilting your head upwards so you were looking him in the eyes. The expression on his face made it impossible for you not to fall apart.
“Please don’t try to pretend you’re fine, not around me. No matter what happens, you can always trust me.” He gently wiped the tears steadily falling down your face, holding you close, your body laying limp on his as you cried.
When you returned to the palace, the moon was high in the sky. You tried to sneak past the guards but it was impossible to get away from the ones stationed outside your door, ready to deliver you to your father, Blanc following behind you, a respectable distance apart. He was only a few feet away but in that moment it felt like miles.
“Completely irresponsible! Riding off on your own without an escort? Do you have any idea how much you worried us” you stood silently, hoping he dismissed you quickly. Your eyes were still burning and your body aced from the ride. Despite that, it was your heart that hurt the most.
“You are going to be a married woman soon! Do you think your future husband would approve of this?” you didn’t think you had the energy to argue with him, but those words seemed to awaken something within you.
“I don’t care what a stranger has to say about the way I choose to live my life!” he was momentarily stunned, before anger flashed across his features.
“That stranger is arriving in a few days and I expect you to forget all thoughts of your life when he does!”
“Sir..” Blanc stepped forward but your father immediately silenced him.
“Stay out of this, Lapin, this is between me and my daughter.” You almost wanted to laugh at his words.
“What father forces his daughter to marry a man she barely knows in the name of love?” your entire body was shaking but you held you ground, your mind too fuzzy to think about the consequences, only eager to vent out days worth of frustration.
“What did you say? You don’t speak to me like that!” the moment he took a step toward you, Blanc was in front of you, hands outstretched in a protective stance.
“I think that’s enough sir.” The older man’s face was boiling in anger. You weren’t quick enough to stop him from landing a punch on your lover.
“Blanc!” you pulled him away, trying to protect him from your father.
“Don’t try to act heroic, boy. Don’t think I don’t know about what exists between the two of you.” Fresh tears formed in your eyes.
“Then you know why I don’t want to get married! Father, please!” you tried to plead but your words couldn’t seem to get through to him.
“Charles can offer you stability, a good life. You would throw all that away for, what? The idea of love?” Blanc’s eyes had begun to bruise and you were scared of what the consequences for him would be if you continued to argue. You wanted to end the night there, but Blanc stepped forward despite your attempts to stop him.
“I understand your doubts sir, but I can asure you my love for your daughter is genuine. I may not have riches, but I can provide for her. I live for her and only her.” The two men’s eyes were locked and you could almost see sparks flying between them. A part of you was touched by Blanc’s confession, but another was scared for the both of you. The room was quiet for a while, no one daring to utter a word.
“Is this truly what you want?” his focus was on you now.
“Yes. I love him, more than anything.” you reached for Blanc’s hand, hoping to gain the confidence to look your father in the eye, to be honest with him about your feelings.
“All right then…” your eyes widened at his declaration.
“I will hold off the engagement for now. But remember that I am always watching you, Lapin. If you dare hurt my daughter, I won’t think twice before I punish you.” He walked away, not saying another word. Your body fell limp, the adrenaline from moments before
disappearing, leaving you exhausted.
“Are you okay?” you nodded, pulling him closer seeking his warmth.
“You are bold, going against my father like that.”
“What can I say? I’m a man willing to go far for the woman he loves.” A smile crept across your lips for the first time in days. You reached up, cupping his cheek, finally able to get a good look at his now bruised eye.
“Does it hurt?” you almost winced as you run your fingers over his skin.
“It’s not as bad as it looks. It was definitely worth getting your father’s approval, even if it’s only temporary.” His placed his hand over yours, the gesture conveying all the things he could express with words.
“I love you.
“I love you too.” You pressed your lips to his and everything finally fell to place. You stayed in each other’s arms that night, both tired from the day’s events, but happier than you had been a few hours earlier.
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