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The Mystery of Cradle || Chapter 4

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3

It gets a bit angsty with Ray’s thoughts swirling around but do excuse the shameless fluff at the end, I’ve just eaten a half box of ice cream and I had to get the sugar out of my system (≧▽≦)

Chapter 5 will be the one when the war finally starts… for now enjoy some scraps of peace that’s soon to end…

Title: The Mystery of Cradle [Chapter 4]

Fandom: Ikemen Revolution

Ship: (eventually) Ray x MC

POV: Ray

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“What’s that?”

Sirius held up the envelope to read the sender’s name. I didn’t even register when he had entered the office. The blood was humming loudly in my ears, shutting away all of the noises but that one in my head. I knew it was coming. Of course I did. Yet knowing and seeing are two different things as it seems. It paralyzed me like a bolt of lightning.

I sighed heavily, in spite of myself. Rubbing my tired eyes, I handed Sirius the letter, not being able to look at it any longer. It wouldn’t disappear just because I wouldn’t see it, yet there was this childish part of me that believed so.

“Official declaration of war, signed by the King of Hearts in person,” I murmured, letting myself succumb to the darkness under my eyelids. It was barely midday and all I wanted was to go back to the bedroom and sleep in a sweet oblivion. “Things are going to get even more heated from now on.”

“Ray, isn’t it your day off?”

“It is. But it’s not like I really can have some time for myself now. We need to increase patrols in the Central and in the area of the Black Bridge.”

“Do you think they could attack us out of the blue?”

“I don’t know,” I pinched the bridge of my nose. As much as I tried to pretend in front of every Army member that I had it all under control, there came times when I would break, my façade crumbling to pieces and all I could think of was how had it come to this. We had never had peace per se, the tension between the armies had always been high and some skirmishes had been unavoidable… But none of us had ever thought we would live to see and all-out war. “I’m going to head out for a brief while. But as soon as I’m back, we’re going to have a strategy meeting. Just to see what we can do about the worst-case scenarios.”

“I will see to it, boss. Are you going to be fine on your own?”

“Yes. I just need to clear my head.”

At least the sun decided not to spare its light today as I strolled through the cobbled pavements, my eyes wandering and never setting on anything in particular. I knew where I was heading, the path was etched to my memory enough to guide my body without any thought involved. Not that my thoughts could be of any help at that moment anyway.

I looked down at my hands, not clad in gloves as usual – I didn’t have my uniform on. Skin and bones, two limbs ending with five fingers each. Nothing unusual. Simplicity of human hands, serving so many purposes, yet sometimes being so underrated. Could these particular protect anyone? Lead an entire army into a war? These weren’t hands of a saviour. They had taken lives. They were weak. How could they hold the weight of everyone’s future?

Sometimes an idea would arise from the depth of the shadow of my soul – what if I lost them? Could I be made anew then? Without those ten fingers that had hurt so many…?

“Ray?”

Every single time when someone had interrupted these reflections of mine, I could get a hold of myself enough to reply and have a proper conversation, pushing these thoughts aside, yet never letting them disappear. They were there, creeping on my heart like a shadow of something that would never dissipate.

Imagine my surprise when, for the first time since that dark day, it didn’t happen. The uncertainty failed to stay with me as her voice anchored me successfully to the reality. These thoughts didn’t just become invisible. They disappeared altogether. It was… liberating. However, back then I considered it to be the fault of my severe exhaustion.

How could I not notice the way my eyes were drawn to her immediately?

She started to fit into Cradle, yet still refused to wear skirts and dresses. She’d let go of that peculiar leather jacket and funny high-heeled boots. Still, the trousers did suit her, even if it was thought to be men’s fashion. Despite that, she looked very… feminine.

“Alicia. Is something the matter? You look concerned.”

“For you, I just might be,” she strode over to me, a deep frown twisting her otherwise delicate features. “You didn’t hear me calling the first two times, did you?”

Was she calling out to me? I blinked up at her, absent-minded for the briefest of moments. Had I really been that deep in thought? “You have no need to be concerned. I was just… thinking.”

“Ray. I’m not some ditsy country girl without a mind of her own.”

“How is that relevant to anything?”

“You’re lying. You weren’t ‘just thinking’.”

“Believe what you want,” I shrugged, trying to keep my face as indifferent as possible. Yet I knew my voice was a bit too gruff – a perfect sign of me telling lies. She was smart. She must’ve known.

I was naïve to think she would let go of the topic so easily. Every other person would but Alicia wasn’t just any other person. She did have enough temper to energize half of our troops, yet at the same time she was too caring for her own good. So her rolling the eyes at me wasn’t a surprise. What did catch me off guard was the words tumbling out of her lips. “Por el amor de Dios, la terquedad de los hombres…”

“What?”

“You’re too stubborn, Ray.”

“So I’ve heard. Were you heading back to the barracks?”

“Don’t change the—”

“I’m not. Come with me,” driven by a sudden impulse, a pathetic fear of lonesomeness, I gently caught Alicia’s hand, pulling her with me. I relished the softness of her skin, so full of life underneath my fingertips. Back then, for the first time, it hit me that she would leave in such a short time and something pressed down on my stomach. I didn’t understand it… however I would sooner than I could have guessed.

“Wha—good heavens, could you be any more vague?” she sighed in exasperation. I ticked her off and still, she decided to follow me. I was happy at that subtle showcase of trust.

“I want to show you something very special.”

It wasn’t too far away. With a slight surprise I realised I was excited that she would see this place. Of course, everyone knew where I would usually walk off to when I needed some time to think but no one would actually come with me. I wouldn’t bring anyone either. Still, I found myself wanting to go with Alicia.

“Um… Ray?” her voice sounded kind of tight, as if she was… embarrassed? I took a peek at her over my shoulder.

“What is it?”

“Your hand…” she pointed down with her chin.

Right. Our fingers were still intertwined. Strangely so, I didn’t mind it. More – in some weird, mysterious way I couldn’t explain it cause my anxiety to loosen its grip on me, letting me forget of the problem for the briefest of moment. Such a liberating feeling. I didn’t want it to end. I wanted to keep holding her hand, the wish incredibly selfish – because having her hand in mine made me feel somewhat stronger. For that short time I didn’t hate my palms for they were holding hers.

“Do you mind? I don’t want you getting lost,” I said as nonchalantly as I could, not giving away the effect she had on me. Maybe I made myself sound too indifferent. The light rosy blush that had dusted her cheeks started to fade away and the light in sapphire eyes lost its previous glint. Was that disappointment that I saw? Did she, perhaps, enjoy it as much as I did…?

“I don’t mind. But I’m not as clumsy as you think to get lost like that.”

The pout that bloomed on her lips was adorable. I had to look away before I could do or say something I’d regret. We walked the rest of the way in a comfortable silence.

“Oh, god! There are so many cats!” a broad smile she gave me when we reached our destination only ensured me that bringing her there had been a wise choice. She resembled a happy kid in a candy store. She wasted no time crouching down and petting the animals that started to gather around her legs.

I sat down next to her, leaning my back against a brick wall. Two cats hopped on my thighs and I caressed their fur absent-mindedly, my entire focus being on Alicia. She seemed so lost in some faraway world, completely forgetting my existence. I realised that until that point she had been on her guard constantly, even around me. It took a few animals for her defences to drop and I saw a vulnerable girl behind the exterior of a strong and dependable woman.

I was… mesmerised to say the least. I’d got to witness many of her faces but nothing was as delicate as that one. That innocent happiness was laced with something else and I took my time to name it. My heart clenched when I realised – it was loneliness and the need to love and be loved. It was practically pouring out of her, begging to be noticed.

I had an urge to pull Alicia into my arms and… and what? I didn’t even know. I didn’t stop to think about it. The sole sight of her made me tremble inside. Two weeks. She had been with us two weeks and in two weeks she would be going home. Fourteen more days to have her by my side and cherish every moment with the threat of battle looming over us.

And then she burst out laughing. It was the purest, clearest sound that had ever graced my ears. Her smiling eyes turned my way – that’s when I knew. I didn’t want her to go home. I wanted her to stay.

Because I loved her.

I was reaching out before I could think, body acting on its own. She stiffened when I traced a thumb across her lower lip, my hand pressed to her cheek. She took in a sharp breath, yet it wasn’t enough to pull me out of that strange trance. It didn’t occur me that I leaned in until our forehead were nearly touching. The cats were meowing and nudging us with their mugs to pet them, for naught – we were locked in that one moment in time.

I thought of these past two weeks. How wary she had been of me at the beginning. How she had begun to slowly open up and admitted she wanted to get to know me better. Her smile when she had been cooking for me. The sparring matches we’d had ever since that first one. The sternness and discipline when she had been running the drills with Fenrir. The stubbornness when she’d decided to help me go through all the paperwork at night so I could get some sleep. And that one time when we actually had fallen asleep in the office, leaning against each other…

And there I was, about to ruin everything. I had no control over myself. I murmured her name under my breath; I was shocked at the sensuality of it, that one word, simple as it might have been, yet meaning so much to me.

Her eyes darkened, bright blue sapphires turning into a dangerous stream of roaring water. She didn’t pull back. She didn’t push me away. Should she did, I wouldn’t go through with the urges consuming me. I would have played it off, said I was just teasing her and we would have laughed about it.

The world ceased to exist and covered itself in complete darkness.

And then it exploded in a myriad of bright colours when our lips met.

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Ray x MC || Keep chasing

Tusen takk, Gale ♡ I went with a little ‘what-if’ scenario - what if the Magic Tower took control over Ray…? :3

Title: Keep chasing
Fandom: Ikemen Revolution
Pairing: Ray x MC [Alice]
Genre: angst-ish/suspense

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A smug smirk tugged at his broken lips as a gloved hand, stained with blood, ran through damp black strands. He rolled his head, the neck cracking at a sudden stretch. Footsteps were quiet in the foyer of the headquarters, the rain just a memory left with its smell still clinging to the clothes.

The tongue clicked, the throat humming a slow melody akin to a lullaby. Red eyes scanned the walls, leaving no detail unnoticed. Ray took a deep breath, the sound of the boots tapping against the floor intentionally louder. I’m coming, he seemed to be saying. A dry laughter tinged in silence as he found what he was looking for.

“Where are the gods you were so eagerly praying to now?” he asked entering the room, the voice familiar, yet the tone belonging to someone she didn’t know.

Alice clutched the hem of the skirt hard enough for her fingernails to cut the inside of the palms. Shaking in fright was barely noticeable as the exasperation grew within. How long would that cat and mouse play last? She had no doubt that there was a way out, a much-needed solution. Just how long can one wait?

“Will you snap out of it?! Ray, it’s not you!”

“Maybe it’s always been me?” he paced lazily towards her, torn cape fluttering behind his back. Along with the drying drops of rain running down Ray’s face, she saw blood mixed in them, creating rosy droplets on pale skin. “Deep down inside…”

“I refuse to believe it,” Alice’s chin shot up. She faced him straight on, never flinching, never hiding. He was still her Ray, no matter what the Magic Tower had done to turn him in… into this. “That before me is not the man I have fallen in love with. That is not the man I have decided to forfeit my world for!”

He stopped, something shifting in the expression, a drawn line of madness crossing with pain and… regret. Fear. Love. She was right. He was still there. However, as soon as the spark had appeared, it was gone, replaced by a flash of white teeth in a grotesque smile that didn’t reach his once-emerald eyes. She missed that colour of fresh spring greenery, now replaced by dripping carmine.

“Sweet naïveté. Ray is gone. At least the one you used to know,” a bloodied finger reached up to caress her cheek, something that should be comforting turning into a touch straight from a nightmare. “The hero boy who only wanted to repent. Well, I am not a hero, so you will be very disappointed looking for one in me.”

“You have never been a hero. Heroes don’t exist. You were… you are a good man who always thinks of others. But no hero.”

He was taken aback for a moment, blinking up a few times as if he had just noticed her for the first time. Then he burst out laughing, the very sound piercing Alice with ice-cold disbelief. Her Ray wouldn’t laugh like that. “So full of surprises, aren’t you? And here I thought all lovestruck girls see their boyfriends as heroes.”

Hooking the finger under her chin, he kept her head in place as he dived down. The kiss was bitter and it burnt her soul – never a touch had felt this distant and this painful. But she let him. And with that she poured all the love she had for Ray through the lips.

“You,” she growled upon freeing herself from that toxic grasp. “You are but a pitiful, abject excuse of the man you have taken captive. I will get my love back. And, whoever you are, controlling him, I will make you regret every choice you have ever made.”

“Big words for a small girl.”

“He went that way!” there was a ruckus on the hallway, a myriad of footsteps falling on their ears.

“Oh, it looks like we have company. That’s my cue to go.”

“You can’t run forever!” she yelled after the person in Ray’s body, helplessness creating a resonance with the desperation in her voice.

“Watch me, Alice!”

Watch me. It sounded… it didn’t sound like a blow of confidence. It was an invitation to keep chasing after him. And that she would. Until she could kiss her Ray properly to wipe that stinging sensation away from her lips.

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Ray x MC || The netherworld

Hello, thank you for the request! ♡ I must warn you, I got a bit carried away and it’s a bit gruesome and bloody… But angst all the same  (* ^ ω ^)

Title: The netherworld
Fandom: Ikemen Revolution
Pairing: Ray x MC [Alice]
Genre: angst
Warnings: a bit of blood, a bit gruesome

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“Please, please, open your eyes, please…”

The plea was both loud and barely audible. In his head those screams full of agony resonated all through the land, in reality being nothing more than a whimper escaping a clenched throat. In the end, the fingers grasped nothing but thin air, the dark smoke falling through the hands. It reached the nostrils, its smell bringing to mind a forest burning in the summer drought.

He punched the ground over and over again, cobbled surface bruising and scratching the skin despite the leather gloves protecting it. He stopped when he couldn’t catch a breath anymore, lungs burning as if set on fire. A throaty laughter shook his shoulders, wobbly legs barely having strength to pull the body up.

He didn’t have to look far. Instinct told him to simply turn around. He spun, and spun, and spun and the world twirled in a blur, never wanting to stop. It took a second and an eternity.

There she was, sapphire irises turned bloody red, the eyes of the one he gave his heart to… The wicked smile stretched like a string of shattered pearls, she held up a sword glinting with light not belonging to this world. It was as if the blade had been forged in the depth of hell and its fires.

“Have you had enough yet?” it wasn’t her voice. But it was. So loving, yet full of threat. Ray pressed clenched fists against the swollen eyes, a brutish cry tearing through his lungs again. He couldn’t, didn’t want to see. Each time it was as if his heart was torn, twisted, crushed, stomped on… “Watch! You’re going to watch!”

“Alice, please,” his arms fell loosely along the body, a bolt of pain shooting through the knees as he knelt before her. He discarded the gloves, cracked skin on the hands aching and bleeding. The same hands that had held her so many times… yet those were also the same hands that had hurt people. They brough pain, not pleasure. “I can’t take it anymore, please,” he realised he was begging, ready to resort to any means to stop this torture.

“Good. Watch,” she cackled. A swift movement and her throat had been slit, a stream of blood pouring down to the cobblestones from the wound, a few hot drops splattering on his face. He crawled towards the love of his life, limp body lifeless in his embrace. Rocking back and forth, he repeated like a mantra: “Please, please, open your eyes, please…”

Smoke falling through fingers. Emptiness, laughter, spinning world, her smile over and over and over… Her blood never sinking in the earth, slowly filling all of the space he was in.

He drowned in the blood of his beloved.

He couldn’t save her even from herself. It was as if he was her murderer.

“Ray!”

The breath came laboured, feeling like swallowing shards of glass. Sitting up with a start, shaking all over, he looked down on own hands. No bruises. No cuts. No blood.

“Ray, you were crying in your sleep, I couldn’t wake you up, what—”

He met her eyes. Blue. Like crystalline summer sky without a cloud in sight. Cradling her face, thumbs gently running along her cheeks, he leaned in to kiss her lips – they tasted of life. “It’s nothing. It was just a nightmare. You’re here, you’re alive.”

“Ray, I wouldn’t leave you,” the concern was written all over her. She was warm and full of warmth. His. Although the nightmare had seemed never-ending back then, all it took to heal him was her soothing presence. The tears dried as she urged him to lie down on her lap.

Alice’s fingers combed through the black strands, soon bringing him to the brink of sleep. Right before his consciousness faded into oblivion, he caught a sight of something shining in the darkness. Something…

A dagger put against her throat by her own hand. She smiled down at him with unbidden love that didn’t match the next words that left her mouth.

“All sinners must be punished.”

Ray collapsed as soon as the boiling blood, her blood, washed him away.

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Ray x MC || The netherworld

Hello, thank you for the request! ♡ I must warn you, I got a bit carried away and it’s a bit gruesome and bloody… But angst all the same  (* ^ ω ^)

Title: The netherworld
Fandom: Ikemen Revolution
Pairing: Ray x MC [Alice]
Genre: angst
Warnings: a bit of blood, a bit gruesome

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“Please, please, open your eyes, please…”

The plea was both loud and barely audible. In his head those screams full of agony resonated all through the land, in reality being nothing more than a whimper escaping a clenched throat. In the end, the fingers grasped nothing but thin air, the dark smoke falling through the hands. It reached the nostrils, its smell bringing to mind a forest burning in the summer drought.

He punched the ground over and over again, cobbled surface bruising and scratching the skin despite the leather gloves protecting it. He stopped when he couldn’t catch a breath anymore, lungs burning as if set on fire. A throaty laughter shook his shoulders, wobbly legs barely having strength to pull the body up.

He didn’t have to look far. Instinct told him to simply turn around. He spun, and spun, and spun and the world twirled in a blur, never wanting to stop. It took a second and an eternity.

There she was, sapphire irises turned bloody red, the eyes of the one he gave his heart to… The wicked smile stretched like a string of shattered pearls, she held up a sword glinting with light not belonging to this world. It was as if the blade had been forged in the depth of hell and its fires.

“Have you had enough yet?” it wasn’t her voice. But it was. So loving, yet full of threat. Ray pressed clenched fists against the swollen eyes, a brutish cry tearing through his lungs again. He couldn’t, didn’t want to see. Each time it was as if his heart was torn, twisted, crushed, stomped on… “Watch! You’re going to watch!”

“Alice, please,” his arms fell loosely along the body, a bolt of pain shooting through the knees as he knelt before her. He discarded the gloves, cracked skin on the hands aching and bleeding. The same hands that had held her so many times… yet those were also the same hands that had hurt people. They brough pain, not pleasure. “I can’t take it anymore, please,” he realised he was begging, ready to resort to any means to stop this torture.

“Good. Watch,” she cackled. A swift movement and her throat had been slit, a stream of blood pouring down to the cobblestones from the wound, a few hot drops splattering on his face. He crawled towards the love of his life, limp body lifeless in his embrace. Rocking back and forth, he repeated like a mantra: “Please, please, open your eyes, please…”

Smoke falling through fingers. Emptiness, laughter, spinning world, her smile over and over and over… Her blood never sinking in the earth, slowly filling all of the space he was in.

He drowned in the blood of his beloved.

He couldn’t save her even from herself. It was as if he was her murderer.

“Ray!”

The breath came laboured, feeling like swallowing shards of glass. Sitting up with a start, shaking all over, he looked down on own hands. No bruises. No cuts. No blood.

“Ray, you were crying in your sleep, I couldn’t wake you up, what—”

He met her eyes. Blue. Like crystalline summer sky without a cloud in sight. Cradling her face, thumbs gently running along her cheeks, he leaned in to kiss her lips – they tasted of life. “It’s nothing. It was just a nightmare. You’re here, you’re alive.”

“Ray, I wouldn’t leave you,” the concern was written all over her. She was warm and full of warmth. His. Although the nightmare had seemed never-ending back then, all it took to heal him was her soothing presence. The tears dried as she urged him to lie down on her lap.

Alice’s fingers combed through the black strands, soon bringing him to the brink of sleep. Right before his consciousness faded into oblivion, he caught a sight of something shining in the darkness. Something…

A dagger put against her throat by her own hand. She smiled down at him with unbidden love that didn’t match the next words that left her mouth.

“All sinners must be punished.”

Ray collapsed as soon as the boiling blood, her blood, washed him away.

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There had been something cathartic about logging off Ray’s chatroom account. It was just the way he liked it. No name. No avatar. Just unknown.

Which made it harder to log back in several hours later. Unknown hated the flowery speech bubbles and nerdy emojis dominating his screen. But this would be worth it soon.

Now it was his turn.

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All of the characters when they find out mc is on her period

  1. Jumin: acts mostly normal. Doesn’t get mad punish her for accidentally leaking/bleeding onto things. Buys her expensive heating pads and doesn’t know which tampon/pad brand to buy. So he gets. All of them. Because he loves her.
  2. Yoosung: Sympathises with her and listens to her complain about it because he loves her and wants to understand her
  3. Jaehee: lends her pads and shit but mostly just acts the same because she loves her and is also a woman.
  4. Zen: doesnt know what to do so he follows a bunch of period complaining Instagram accounts and thus convinces himself to put them in debt by buying chocolate. When he didnt need to do that zen you stupid fuckin idiot I LOVE you. Yeah
  5. Seven: “me too”
  6. Rika: understands when she has cramps, helps her and lends her pads. Uses MC’s blood to torture searan again because he doesn’t understand.
  7. V: mostly acts normal but more cuddling out of sympathy this stupid dumb soft ass I love him
  8. Ray: doesnt know what it is because he never went to school. Once you explain it to him he cries and brings you red roses. Once he realizes that the red roses are ironic to the situation he cries again. He brings you a different type of pretty flower each day because he loves u

  9. Notice how none of them judge you or punish you for what’s natural for your body. Fuck period shaming. ♡♡♡♡
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