#ikerev drabble

[aquagirl1978]

Fanfiction

Be Still, My Queen (NSFW)

Tempting the Beast (NSFW)

Making the Morning Worthwhile (NSFW)

Marking You as Mine (NSFW)

Adorably Awkward

Want A Bite?

A Hundred Thousand Roses (NSFW)

My Queen

A Crown for Your King (NSFW)

The Tiger Cares

The Glasses Stay On (NSFW)

Pas de Deux

The King's Command

Just a Dream

Just Another Day

Crash Into Me (NSFW)

A Rare Treat

Torment (NSFW)

Stay

Season of Change

The Queen's Command

What a Difference a Year Makes

Kiss From a Rose

She is Mine

Twist of Fate

Read to Me

Happily Ever After

The Morning After (NSFW)

More Than Words

Take My Breath Away (NSFW)

My Yellow Rose

It Was You

No Regrets

Finally (NSFW)

Chasing Fireflies

In Your Eyes

His Human Heart

Fall on Me

A New Day

Sugar and Spice

The Exchange

Run Away With Me

Family

The Little Things

Drabbles

five more minutes

not yet

grief

bathing

fever

scars & souvenirs

white day

marks

Chats

A Trip to Wonderland (IkeRev x IkePri)

The One Where Belle Invites the Suitors to a Picnic (Licht, Gilbert, Sariel, Clavis, Chevalier, Jin)

Headcanons

What kind of undies do the princes wear? (Act 1 Suitors)

Women's Lingerie - Do they wear it and what would they wear? (ALL)

Suitors react when MC gifts them a plushie of their crest animal - Part 1 (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke)

Suitors React to a Sick MC - Part 1 (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke, Sariel)

Jealous Princes - Part 1 (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke, Rio)

Suitors Reaction to Finding a Toy in Your Room (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke, Rio, Gilbert)

Children's Books (Chevalier, Clavis)

Dream Wedding (Chevalier, Gilbert)

Grocery Shopping (Chevalier, Gilbert)

MC Reacts to Fight with Suitor (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke)

Kisses (Gilbert, Keith, Silvio)

Suitors as Vampires Biting MC for the First Time (Chevalier, Gilbert, Keith, Silvio)

Suitors React to Finding Out Belle is Pregnant (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Jin, LIcht, Sariel)

Chevalier Michel with a Lovey Dovey MC

Taking Suitor's Gloves Off (Gilbert, Rio, Chevalier)

How the Suitors React to an Unexperienced Belle (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Jin)

Suitors Reactions to an MC Who Gets Lost Easily (Yves, Nokto, Chevalier, Clavis)

Suitors Reactions to Attending a Baseball Game (Chevalier's Faction)

Suitors React to an MC with an Eating Disorder/Body Dysmorphia (Leon, Chevalier, Clavis)

Chevalier with a Pregnant MC

Halloween with the Princes (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke)

Suitors Reactions to a Ticklish MC (Chevalier, Yves, Licht)

[xxsycamore]

🏹💘𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝙼𝚢 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝‼️

—❥ 𝐱𝐱𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝟏𝟓𝟎𝟎 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

REQUESTS: CLOSED

Hello everyone!! Back in June last year my blog reached 1500 followers, but I only got around to celebrating it now! Thank you so much for your continued support!! This year I want to play Cupid again so prepare for your faves to steal your heart all over again! (´ ε ` )♡

↪ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎: Pick a prompt and a character - one per ask! Please include the fandom as well to avoid confusion. Example: "Can I please have 😘 with William (ikevil)?" ; You'll receive a drabble (~300 words) about the character's reaction to the prompt. Please go wild with those! If you have something specific in mind for the prompts, like a certain hobby for prompt #10 🎨 - Suggest picking up a new hobby together, or maybe for prompt #7 💝 - Extend a non-verbal "I love you", you thought of playing their favorite song, giving them a warm cup of tea while they work, or maybe hugging them from behind? Don't be afraid to share your idea and unleash your creativity, I'd love to make your vision come true! Of course, that's only if you want to! The limit is three requests per person. This event is sfw and anons are allowed.

For drabble examples: Check out last year's Valentine's Day celebration here!

💌 event masterlist ⊂⊃﹒␥

↪ 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝:

🪱 - Ask them if they'd love you if you were a worm

🥺 - Tease by calling them cute

🤲 - Play with their hair

🌸 - Breathe in their soothing scent

💌 - Leave a love note in their pocket

🤭 - Whisper something embarrassing in their ear

💝 - Extend a non-verbal "I love you"

😈 - Linger in for a kiss, but never kiss them

💅 - Help them unwind with a self-care routine

🎨 - Suggest picking up a new hobby together

🤪 - Crack a joke to make them laugh

🙏 - Warm their hands between yours

🤸‍♀️ - Strike a sexy pose to distract them

👔 - Steal their clothes to cuddle when you miss them

🍰 - Share your sweets with them

💋 - Demand for a kiss, right here, right now

💘 - "Be my Valentine?"

😘 - Keep smooching them until they protest

🥄 - Ask to be their big spoon

😊 - Present your cheek for a goodbye kiss

↪ 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 (𝟷𝟸𝟿):

Ikemen Villains: Wiliam; Harrison; Liam; Elbert; Alfons; Roger; Jude; Ellis; Victor

Ikeseries MCs: Mitsuki (Ikevamp); Alice (Ikerev); Mai (Ikesen); Emma (Ikepri); NEW: Kate (ikevil)

Ikemen Prince: Leon; Chevalier; Yves; Nokto; Licht; Jin; Luke; Clavis; Rio; Sariel; Gilbert; Keith; Silvio NEW: Cyran/Cyril; Kagari; Matthias

Ikemen Vampire: Napoleon(pls); Leonardo; Mozart; Arthur; Vincent; Theo; Isaac; Jean; Dazai; Sebastian; Comte; Shakespeare; Vlad; Faust; Charles; Drake; Galileo

Ikemen Revolution: Lancelot; Ray; Jonah; Fenrir; Edgar; Sirius; Kyle; Luka; Zero; Seth; Blanc; Oliver; Loki; Harr; Mousse; Dalim; Dean; Levie

Ikemen Sengoku: Nobunaga; Masamune; Shingen; Hideyoshi; Mitsuhide; Kanetsugu; Ieyasu; Mitsunari; Yukimura; Sasuke; Kenshin; Kenyo; Ranmaru; Motonari; Keiji; Kicho; Yoshimoto

Midnight Cinderella: Alyn; Giles; Louis; Leo; Byron; Nico; Albert; Robert; Rayvis; Sid

NEW: Ikemen Genjiden: Minamoto no Yoritomo

NEW: CONSOLE OTOMES:

Shuuen no Virche/Virche Evermore: Ceres; Scien; Ankou; Yves; Adolphe; Lucas; Mathis; Jean; Capucine; Hugo; Dahut

Piofiore no Banshou/Piofiore Fated Memories: Yang; Dante; Liliana; Gilbert; Nicola; Orlok; Leo; Oliver; Rui; Yuan

Cupid Parasite: Lynette; Claris; Gill; Allan; Ryuki; Shelby; Raul; Owen; Peter

Variable Barricade: Ichiya; Taiga; Hibari; Shion; Nayuta; Kasuga

🎀 Have fun requesting!! I can't wait to see what you put in my askbox!! 🎀

[scummy-writes]

Ikemen Tier List

whoaaa two posts together whoaaa (you guys didn't witness me doing this first to see if I had the energy to post a finished drabble today)

I've had trouble with the tier lists for a while because I feel like it didn't explain how I felt about these dudes half of the time, but I figured out a better way to mark the tiers and I feel like this sums it up great. And now you too can have a handy dandy 'How does Scum feel about X?' list! If Roderic had a sprite, I would put him in the daily thing, or maybe the top one? hm

Anyway, I'm gonna explain the tiers under the cut for extra clarifications.

[*Wants to write fanfics for 24/7*] : The Current Main Blorbo. All tremble before him - for he holds the writing braincell and he's all anyone hears about forever and ever - until another blorbo takes his spot (usually takes a few years). You'll see him as icons and photos and and and--------

On my mind daily, in some form: Sometimes these characters will be paired with the #1 chara, and so by extension they're thought about often. Sometimes they're not paired with them, but still thought about often. Despite my posting habits, I do enjoy these guys still. A lot, actually.

Think about a few times a week, offhandedly: Rubs chin. I think of Chev and Elbert as a rare comfort. A type of quiet one that is a plesant encouragement in some way or another. Or I get perplexed thinking about how they'd look ordering shitty coffee. Not much of an inbetween. But really I sometimes just enjoy the quiet comfort thoughts when i need them with those two.

Think about a few times a month: They used to be higher up in the faves, but I either got enough of them at some point (in a good way), friends love them with such glee that i just enjoy watching them simp for them, or they just got naturally shifted down in the line as more characters came into view. I won't talk about them much but I do like em in multiple ways.

Scared to think about (for my wallet): legally not allowed to like because I cannot max out my credit card (a joke). I really really really like Alfons and Victor but I am terrified they'll shoot the ranks in a couple of months, and that my wallet will be screaming to be spared (darius is still up for debate)

Want to like but (and/or for reasons cannot): hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Random simping once a blue moon (idk why): I read a translated story of roger once when sitting in my car on a lunch break. I was reading as I was getting out, and nearly fell into the horn when reading about his cock. It tormented me for a week. This happens ocassionally with the others... maybe not a translated story, but i'll have a random thought that hits me like a bullet train and suddenly I'm stumbling and struggling to think about anything else for a bit. (Leonardo is here as punishment, he knows what he did)

Was Favorite when playing but ghosted game: Ikerev was the first(?) cybird game I played, followed very very closely by ikesen. I don't see a lot of stuff for them naturally on my dash, and bluntly ikerev just could not hold my attention especially after I lost my data and got cockblocked by shitty gacha pulls, but I hardcore simped for these dudes when I played. Well, jonah did get pushed to the bottom of that tier fairly quickly, but Shingen is still #1 there. Anju (oc) was originally made for him, and I suspect that when his...eternal(?) is released in eng, I'll be feral for a little bit and then go back to gil simping.

No opinion really: I just.....shrug. They're neither bad nor good. These are characters who I was either SUPER excited for and then sorely disappointed, characters I haven't felt drawn to, or characters I just....never....felt anything towards...even after reading their route... I'm assuming they're just not my type and that's why they're here.

No: I hold negative opinions due to XYZ personal reason. Or their vibes are just rancid to me. I don't care if others like them or not, I don't judge others for liking them.

[cloudcountry]

🐇 — AUBURN'S OTOME GAME WINTER EVENT!!

send in winter themed prompts with your favorite otome game character and get a ~300 word drabble!!

(this event will run from december 19th to january 9th)

hello everyone!! since i'm on break and i've been working my ass off in school, i can feel the inactivity melting my brain. it's only been like three days. so i'm asking for your help to make sure i have stuff to do that will actually be fun for me!!

OBEY ME, IKEMEN, MYSMES, AND THE ARCANA REQUESTS WILL BE ACCEPTED!!

the company policy you ask?

for requests . . .

i only write x reader content!!

no luke (obey me!) requests allowed. that's creepy and you should know better.

oliver (ikerev) isn't allowed either simply because his character design rubs me the wrong way. he's technically an adult sure but yk...weird.

only one character per request!! and only one request per person.

no nsfw asks!!

poly ships are allowed and they are the exception to the only one character rule!!

the company policy is open to be modified if a customer brings up a question!!

[ciaossu-imagines]

IKEMEN REVOLUTION MASTERLIST

Edgar Bright

Fluff headcanons

Assorted headcanons

Fenrir Godspeed

Assorted headcanons

Assorted headcanons

NSFW headcanons

Friendship with Ray

The stupidest thing he's ever done

Does he play sports & something he and his parents disagree about

Friendship with Ray

Harr Silver

Smut headcanons

His fears & if he believes in marriage

Jonah Clemence

Favourite holiday dish

Assorted headcanons

Kyle Ash

Luka Clemence

Mousse Atlas

Zero

Sirius Oswald

With a love interest who feels fat drabble

Why he could punch you and you'd thank him

[mangolover]

Hi there! I read your stories and they were charming...if you still take requests...can i ask a prompt 13 with ray?

Hey there!

I’m really glad you enjoyed my stories! 🥰 I do still take requests since there are 9 more prompts left, so feel free to request again if you would like!

Also, thank you for this request!🥰

I realized that it seems like I hate Ray, but I just love writing angst for him for some unknown reason. I tried to make it a bit fluffy at the start if you wanted this to be some cute love story, but other than that, this supposed to be pure angst.

Without further ado, here is your request!

50 Followers Drabble Event, prompt #13 with Ray Blackwell

If you wish to check out the offical “50 Followers Drabble Event”, press here

Title: Blood and Dirt

Prompt: “Hey, look at me. Focus on me alright?”

Fandom: Ikemen Revolution / Ikerev

Pairing: Ray Blackwell x gn! reader

Genre: Fluff to Angst

Warnings: Major character death, mentions of injury and blood, strong language

Spoilers: Some spoilers about Ray’s past

Word Count: 700+

Description: Ray has remembered the time he got you to dance with him at one of the balls while he was trying to stop you from bleeding out, you were captured and he came to your rescue, but he messed up.

I need to write something happy for Ray sometimes.

I started listening to sad songs once again so I just want to write some angst.

Also I am aware that drabble is supposed to be under 100 words, but I consider it to be under 1000 words

Blood and Dirt

“Hey y/n, look at me” Ray slid his long slender fingers under your chin, lifting it so you would look him in the eyes, your red cheeks showing your embarrassment and fear. “Focus on me, alright? I got you.” He gave you his best smile and wiggled the fingers of his extended hand, inviting you to take it and put your trust in him.

“But I told you I can’t dance. I don’t want to embarrass you, King’s partner doesn’t know how to dance, that’s pitiful” you once again tried to tell your boyfriend off, pressing your back harder into the wall. You didn’t come from some fancy family where dancing was a must to learn.

“Please y/n, I will lead you, just trust me.” This was the last push of encouragement you needed, you let out a soft sigh and put your hand in his, only to be pulled into the middle of the dance floor by Ray, s soft smile on his lips. He pressed your body flush against his, one hand holding your while other was around your waist. You had to take a few deep breaths to stop your rapid heartbeat, but after listening to Ray’s sweet words of praise in your ear, you soon put a smile on your lips and let him take the lead. He knew what he was doing and he would just quietly chuckle anytime you would accidentally step on his shoe or miss a step.

That was a distant memory to him now, pressing his hands to your stomach in desperation. Your white top was now stained in various shades brown and red. There were tears in your eyes as you started at your wound, your breathing rapid just like your heartbeat. But Ray’s was almost the same, panic rising in his eyes, switching between emeralds and rubies every few moments, trying anything to keep your life inside of you. Help was on the way, but he still muttered curses under his breath because he didn’t take anyone with him. Oh, why did he think that a monster like him could bring you back safe and sound from your captors, he could easily take on anyone, but he didn’t expect one of them slashing you across your belly before falling down dead, murdered from the pure rage of the King of Spades.

Tears were shining in his eyes when he noticed your breathing becoming shallow and your heart beating weaker, the light leaving your eyes. If you close them now, he would lose you forever.

“Hey, look at me. Focus on me alright?” his eyes were begging you as he put his palm on your cheek, staining it in your own blood. You leaned in his touch and pressed your hands against his gloved one, panic finally left your eyes, leaving you with nothing but sadness and affection. You coughed up blood as you tried to speak, “don’t speak y/n, it’s okay! Help is on the way! You’ll be patched up in no time at all!” The man wasn’t sure if he was trying to lie to you or to himself, but he still lied in hopes of keeping you awake.

“I-It’s o-ok-kay R-ray-y” you were stuttering, losing your strength with each letter that rolled of your tongue. Ray looked at you shocked; nothing was fucking okay! Everything was going wrong, you were slipping away in his hands and yet, you lied for both of your sakes as well. “I lo-lov-ve y-you” you smiled so sweetly and Ray instinctively pressed his lips softly against yours, ignoring the taste of the iron, he would taste it all day everyday if it meant you would stay with him.

But it doesn’t work like that, and he became painfully aware of that when he felt you going limp underneath him, the hand that was covering his fell to the ground, soon followed by his tears.

“I love you, y/n, I always will” he picked up your body in his arms and buried his face in your chest, sobbing silently, his tears staining your clothes.

The help was on the way, but it was pointless as you both withered on the ground, covered in blood and dirt.

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

❝ you've got so much love to give i'm almost convinced you were both with two hearts ❞

ㅡ excerpt from a luka fic i have yet to write

[carnelianns]

Cold Soup (Oliver Knight)

Genre: Sickening Fluff

Word Count: 1.6k+

A/N: a result of my overwhelming love for oliver and my hopeless romantic tendancies

“Can you at least look at me?”

The question was tinted with exasperation and the slightest bit of pleading, the grimace on Oliver’s face certainly unfit for such a handsome gentleman and his lovely date, only illuminated by the wanly saturated lights of the quaint yet elegant restaurant.

It had never occurred to him when he awoke that fine morning — with you in his arms, no less — the thought that you’d be giving him the cold shoulder for the rest of the day, a pout unbecoming on your face making itself a permanent visitor. 

Granted, what had occurred to him — unfortunately far too late for you to accept a simple apology — was the fact that he maybe should have refrained from calling you a “cold bowl of soup for a sick man during the winter” whilst feeling particularly stressed… In his defense, there were quite a few deadlines stacking up, but excuses against an ill-tempered woman work just as well as a white crayon on white paper.

Which brings him to his current situation; stuck waiting for the bill in a picturesque restaurant — one which, sadly, did not improve your mood — after quite a delicious dinner, and still unable to get you to speak, much less to look at him without the cross look on your face.

Oliver inwardly sighs. No choice. 

Proceeding to throw you that sweet smile he knows gets your knees weak, his fingers travel across the finely-clothed table to reach your hands, gently pressing his own against yours as he rubs comforting circles with his thumb.

“Love,” his voice was all sorts of low and lovely, only causing you to tense up under his grasp, “why don’t you turn that sweet, little head of yours towards me?”

Hectic spots of red burn on your cheeks, the fiend opposite of you only inwardly smirking, though making no move to halt his ministrations. Finally, you turn your head towards the man, your soft grumblings almost drowning in the various causeries in the background.

“... Don’t think you can sweet talk you way out of this, Mr. Knight.” Curt and sharp is your tone, eyes narrowing slightly at the man in front of you. “I’ll have you know it’ll take more than a dinner date to make it up to me.”

There’s a slight falter in Oliver’s confident countenance, though it seems futile to bring it up when he simply grins at you once more, leaning in slightly in a way that only brings your eyes to widen. “And I’ll have you know that this is far from just a dinner date.”

It, in fact, is not. Oliver Knight may be an admittedly handsome face, one which women willingly throw themselves at and have been doing so for god knows how long, but he can count on his mere two hands just how many dates he’s been on, even less — barely any, really — the ones he’s actually enjoyed. 

(He only ever does enjoy the ones with you.)

“Oh? How so?” Elevating your eyebrows, a teasing smile is quick to set itself on your lips, allowing your face to fall into the palm of your free hand. 

It’s a challenge, and by the way his grin widens, viridian eyes taking in a certain gleam, one Oliver is all too keen to accept.

Just as the waiter sets the long-awaited bill back, Oliver is immediately standing, throwing a few bills on the table and intertwining his long, calloused fingers with yours, hurriedly pulling you out of the restaurant. 

Your questioning splutters are quieted down when he throws you a mischievous smirk, only able to focus on the the way the corner of his eyes crinkle ever-so slightly, the echo of your light footsteps against hard concrete, the feel of the cool breeze running against your skin and the warmth of his hands.

Feverish excitement courses through your veins as Oliver leads you through the empty streets of Cradle’s evening, your hand in his as he leads you to god knows where. 

“Oliver! Where are we even going?” Breathless is your tone, unable to take a break due to his tight grasp on your hand.

He only raises a brow, meeting your gaze with a roguish smile, “Just trust me, dummy.”

And trust you do — as you’ve always been, from the very moment your unknowing self had wandered into this Wonderland and into the heart of a snarky young man.

Your question is answered when you find yourself back at the garden on top of the Central Quarters, sitting snug on the jacket Oliver had so gentlemanly set on the grass to keep your clothes from dirtying. 

Humming softly, Oliver’s warmth is flush against your side as you lean into him. The way his muscles tense is clear in the slanting beams of the moonlight, though he only pulls you closer in a way he doesn’t do so very often.

“You’re awfully proactive today.” You aren’t able to smother the growing grin on your face.

“My girlfriend’s been throwing a temper tantrum the whole day.” He scoffs. “I don’t think I can clear up the situation by being anything else.”

Silence broods over the atmosphere, the way you stilled terribly obvious against Oliver’s body. Turning his head to meet your gaze, he shoots you a questioning look, almost as if asking, “what now?”

“You called me your girlfriend…” The thought hangs lonely in the air for a moment as you fail to contain your smile. “I don’t think I’ve heard you say that a lot. It’s… nice.”

“... Tch.” Had you looked up in that moment, you would have been witness to a very flushed Oliver, looking away in a desperate attempt to shove down his blush. 

In the silence, you realise that there’s a certain sort of intimacy in the act of watching the moon, more-so with the one you love; perhaps it was the cause of the sudden bout of nostalgia in your veins, the subtle hints of fervor in Oliver’s faint touches. 

“I can’t believe it all started here,” you muse a bit absentmindedly, dimly conscious of the way his head moves to watch your face. “When I fell through the sky following ever-clumsy Blanc.”

His grumble in reply is incoherent, the only thing you’re aware of being how his grip on you tightens in the slightest before your back is flat against his jacket, caged in between his strong arms. Wide eyes stare up at the scowl on Oliver’s face, a different kind of breathtaking in front of the glimmering background.

“First you say such innocent words, then you have the audacity to utter another man’s name in my presence.” Nipping scoldingly at your ear in a way that only makes you gasp in surprise, Oliver narrows his eyes. “God, you don’t know what you do to me, woman.”

He isn’t all that sure what he’s expecting from you, but it certainly wasn’t for you to cup his face, your fingers slowly dragging slow and gentle across his cheeks. 

“Enlighten me, please.”

Ah, he thinks. It’s too much. The sweet lilt of your voice, the bright look in your eyes which even put the stars to shame, the warmth of you etching itself into his heart. He quite dislikes how you still manage to look so beautiful, even when teasing him like this.

“Haah, you’re a real handful.” He finds himself collapsing in the space beside you in defeat, throwing an arm across his flushed face.

“Not a handful, just a cold bowl of soup for a sick man during the winter, obviously.”

“You’re still mad?”

Blemished with surprise is Oliver’s face, unable to hide the slight jut of his bottom lip forward, or the way his eyebrows knit together in worry as he peeks up from behind his arm. His features quickly morph into another scowl when your laugh reaches his ears, bright, unbothered, and all sorts of cheeky.

“How could I be mad at my lovely boyfriend?”

Your tone is teasing, though Oliver is helpless as you shift to lean on your side, snuggling closer into his chest. And he had never been one for physical affection, but he swears that he could die a happy man in this position. 

A comfortable silence lingers through the air much longer than anticipated, only being broken once more by your lover’s deep voice.

“... Whenever you smile, I have to pause for a few moments because it’s far too bright. It’s infuriating.” 

His sudden confession has you looking up in shock, a red and scowling Oliver ignoring your reaction.

“Whenever you cry, I don’t know whether to loathe the idiot who made you like that, or myself for being unable to comfort you.”

The cool breeze caresses your face just as Oliver takes its place, staring deeply into your eyes. Silence holds you captive as you see his expression — softened, unguarded, and.. in love. 

“And whenever you’re mad, the only thought in my head is to get you to smile once more. I can’t stand the sight of it.”

There’s a sudden, sharp pinch at your ear, inducing a yelp out of your lips as you rub at the sore spot. 

“Now don’t ask me to ‘enlighten you’ anymore,” he scowls, a dark flush of embarrassment stealing into his cheeks. “We don’t need two idiots running around Cradle. One is already enough.”

“It’s okay, Oliver, we all know you love this idiot,” you tease, cuddling into his chest.

His infamous scoff resonates through the air, in contrast to the long arms snaking around your waist, only bringing about a content smile on your face. 

Only when your breathing becomes paced and shallow, and when your eyelids droop all the way to a close does Oliver sigh, viridian eyes meeting the knowing gaze of the beaming moon.

“I must be the idiot, if I would willingly have that damned cold soup…”

[kaoru-tries-to-write]

Uncaged

Seth x MC ((we love this man, so, so much. Please enjoy this short drabble~))

Free. He longed to feel the breeze through his hair, his feet in the sand, toes kissing the cool waves.

Every round the tie makes around silky hair reminds him of his shackles, the damp and decay of his room at the tower, as if he could ever forget.

His fate is sealed, to carry out another's bidding, there is no hope, no escape, from the prison he was born in.

Smile, he was told. They'll accept him, he was made for this.

"Now go, remember your mission."

***

She was a breathe of fresh air that planted that seed of hope back into his heart. His world changed that day.

He began looking forward, to plan for himself and her. To protect the very person that gave him strength became his motivation.

As the distance between shortened and the moon became full, it was time. He made a silent promise to send her off with his usual smile, the one practised until second nature.

One touch from her hand crumbled his façade. Pulling free the ribbon from his hair, she gave him hers in its place.

"Come find me, when you're ready."

She didn't know it then, her kindness had set him free.

"Wait for me."

[aquagirl1978]

Fanfiction

Be Still, My Queen (NSFW)

Tempting the Beast (NSFW)

Making the Morning Worthwhile (NSFW)

Marking You as Mine (NSFW)

Adorably Awkward

Want A Bite?

A Hundred Thousand Roses (NSFW)

My Queen

A Crown for Your King (NSFW)

The Tiger Cares

The Glasses Stay On (NSFW)

Pas de Deux

The King's Command

Just a Dream

Just Another Day

Crash Into Me (NSFW)

A Rare Treat

Torment (NSFW)

Stay

Season of Change

The Queen's Command

What a Difference a Year Makes

Kiss From a Rose

She is Mine

Twist of Fate

Read to Me

Happily Ever After

The Morning After (NSFW)

More Than Words

Take My Breath Away (NSFW)

My Yellow Rose

It Was You

No Regrets

Finally (NSFW)

Chasing Fireflies

In Your Eyes

His Human Heart

Fall on Me

A New Day

Sugar and Spice

The Exchange

Run Away With Me

Family

The Little Things

Drabbles

five more minutes

not yet

grief

bathing

fever

scars & souvenirs

white day

marks

Chats

A Trip to Wonderland (IkeRev x IkePri)

The One Where Belle Invites the Suitors to a Picnic (Licht, Gilbert, Sariel, Clavis, Chevalier, Jin)

Headcanons

What kind of undies do the princes wear? (Act 1 Suitors)

Women's Lingerie - Do they wear it and what would they wear? (ALL)

Suitors react when MC gifts them a plushie of their crest animal - Part 1 (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke)

Suitors React to a Sick MC - Part 1 (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke, Sariel)

Jealous Princes - Part 1 (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke, Rio)

Suitors Reaction to Finding a Toy in Your Room (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke, Rio, Gilbert)

Children's Books (Chevalier, Clavis)

Dream Wedding (Chevalier, Gilbert)

Grocery Shopping (Chevalier, Gilbert)

MC Reacts to Fight with Suitor (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke)

Kisses (Gilbert, Keith, Silvio)

Suitors as Vampires Biting MC for the First Time (Chevalier, Gilbert, Keith, Silvio)

Suitors React to Finding Out Belle is Pregnant (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Jin, LIcht, Sariel)

Chevalier Michel with a Lovey Dovey MC

Taking Suitor's Gloves Off (Gilbert, Rio, Chevalier)

How the Suitors React to an Unexperienced Belle (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Jin)

Suitors Reactions to an MC Who Gets Lost Easily (Yves, Nokto, Chevalier, Clavis)

Suitors Reactions to Attending a Baseball Game (Chevalier's Faction)

Suitors React to an MC with an Eating Disorder/Body Dysmorphia (Leon, Chevalier, Clavis)

Chevalier with a Pregnant MC

Halloween with the Princes (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke)

Suitors Reactions to a Ticklish MC (Chevalier, Yves, Licht)

[iheartgirlymcs111]

dear fanfic writers...

Thank you. Literally thank you.

that’s it, that’s the whole post.

this is just an appreciation post for all you who have written fanfiction before. If you have written about a fictional or even a non fictional character before, whether it be once or a million times, this is for you!

i just really hope that i don’t come off as too uneducated or incompetent because i literally joined this community like last month so uh tea.

i’m not a writer myself, but i am a reader.

to be honest, i was nervous about venturing onto this side of the internet because at least from what i’ve seen i feel like in the media or from my friends and family, fanfic kinda gets a bad rep for being “cringey”

BUT THAT COULDN’T BE FARTHER FROM THE TRUTH CUZ OH MY

Y’ALL REALLY OUT HERE WRITING BETTER AND MAKING BETTER STORIES THAN ACTUAL PUBLISHED BOOKS.

ALL OF YOU ARE SO TALENTED AND CREATIVE!

i am so glad that i found this comminuty

just so you know

YOUR WORK AND EFFORTS DO NOT GO UNOTICED!

even if you feel like nobody is reading it or paying attention, maybe it’s not getting the amount of reposts or likes that you were expecting.

i promise you that you have made at least one person smile.

as a girl who has only until recently found more self confidence (believe or not partially bc of this community) and has anxiety and depression and always escaped and sought comfort and solace in fictional worlds,reading headcannons, Au’s, one shots, drabbles, etc has helped me so much and made me so happy.

especially during this especially rough times (cough cough corona cough cough)

YALL ARE DOING GODS WORK LET ME TELL YOU

AND I FEEL YOU DONT GET ENOUGH CREDIT

WHICH YOU SHOULD SKSK

and YALL ARE SO NICE AND SWEET TOO

like you guys just have the best personalities

and you know what the people want!

i’m just overall fangirling and have mad respect for all of you.

please take care of yourselves and also don’t feel like you have fufill every single request or write until your hands fall off

TAKE BREAKS WHEN YOU WANT TO/IF YOU NEED IT

WE SUPPORT YOU

you deserve to enjoy what you’re doing and

just i am

so grateful for all of you.

i hope at least some of you find this post

i apologize for any punctuation or spelling errors if there are any

and honestly i wasn’t gonna write this i literally should be going to bed right now but the thought just wouldn’t leave me.

anyway

stay safe and take care!

and again thank you.

- anna

🥰😘✌️ 💓🦄💖💫🌸

[stupidoafofspades]

Winter Day

Fandom: Ikemen Revolution Characters: Sirius Oswald, MC Words: 198 Prompt: Cold Warnings: none  Notes: This is written for the Cybird End of Summer Shorts event we’re holding on our Cybird Ikemen Series Discord server! Want to participate? You can join the server using this link and find out more!  

It had been snowing for 3 days straight in Cradle and the entirety of the Black Army Headquarters was covered in a thick blanket of the white powder. Being the nesh I am, I had been wearing my big fluffy scarf around my shoulders pretty much the whole time. But nothing compared to the warmth enveloping my body right now, provided by the strong arms of my boyfriend wrapped around me. 

“Are you comfortable, little lady?” his low voice spoke right next to my head. 

“Hmmm very,” I hummed contentedly, snuggling closer into him. We were sat on the sofa in the main hall, huddled together under a soft blanket. Sirius read a book while I was happy enough to just be here drinking my hot chocolate and staring into the fireplace. I couldn’t help but yawn as the cosy atmosphere made me feel all drowsy. 

“Why don’t you close your eyes for a bit? I’ll wake you up when dinner is ready,” Sirius suggested, leaving a kiss on my forehead and chuckling the way he often does. He started stroking my hair softly with his free hand and it wasn’t long before I felt myself fall asleep… -----

Dedicated to amazing waifu @shrimpalompa​ <3 Enjoy some sweet Sirius floof!

[haloshornsinkstains]

End of Summer Shorts: Day 1, Heat

Drabble written for the End of Summer Shorts on the Cybird Ikemen Games Discord

Have a fic partially inspired by the heatwave we had in the UK a little while back. Writing something drabble length is harder than I anticipated.

Ikerev. Alice & Loki.

I flopped back on the bed, all the windows opened as fully as possible to try and get any air I could circulating in the room. I'd already given up on sleeping under the covers in the midst of the heatwave that seemed to have hit Cradle out of nowhere but still the heat in my room was oppressive. I couldn't sleep like this.

"Maybe it'll be cooler outside?" I sighed, pushing off the bed again and creeping as quietly through the halls as I could.

It was cooler outside, thankfully, and with so few clouds I could see the stars from the training yard. With a sigh I settled onto one of the walls I used to watch training from. I only planned to sit outside for a little while to cool down, but I was so tired and the night air was so relaxing I must have drifted off.

"Alice?"

I startled awake at the sound of a voice right by my ear and found myself staring at the face of the Cheshire Cat.

"Loki? What are you doing here?"

He grinned. "It was too warm to sleep so I came for a walk. And then I found you! Were you too hot to sleep too?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "I should probably go back inside…"

"Won't you sit and look at the stars with me for a while?"

Damn. I couldn't resist those sad eyes of his and he knew it. Sighing softly I patted the wall beside me.  "Okay."

[mangolover]

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” with Lancelot please 🙏 thank you and congrats 😊❤️

Hey!

Thank you very much for the request. I am really sorry I didn’t post or really write anything for more than a week, school got in the way and I was too tired to even eat properly.

But anyways, I completely forgot about Lance’s route for some reason and I didn’t take much screenshots so I don’t know how much of this is actually correct and I am sorry for that.

Regardless of that, I hope you enjoy.

50 Followers Drabble Event, prompt #18 with Lancelot Kingsley

If you wish to check out the offical “50 Followers Drabble Event”, press here

Title: Memories and Injuries, Tears and Stars

Prompt: “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

Fandom: Ikemen Revolution / Ikerev

Pairing: Lancelot Kingsley x gn! reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: memory loss, mentions of injury

Spoilers: there could be some spoilers about Lancelot’s route, I’m not sure

Word Count: 800+

Description: After you and Lancelot have suffered some injuries from some magic dsciples, you reunite only for you to find out he has lost his memory

I just hope I didn’t miss the whole point with this

I find it kinda hard to write for Lance actually

Also I am aware that drabble is supposed to be under 100 words, but I consider it to be under 1000 words

Memories and Injuries, Tears and Stars

You were racing to the infirmary, ignoring the stabbing pain in your side and the throbbing at the back of your head. You ignored Edgar and Jonah’s calls, asking you to wait. You couldn’t care less, in that moment all you cared about was him.

So, when you did make your way from your room, you pushed open the door with such force and barged in that Kyle jumped from his chair next to the King. He looked at you with wide eyes before his expression hardened and turned serious, he raced to your side and put your hand around his neck for support, his own snaking around your waist.

“What were you thinking y/n?” the doctor scolded you in a hushed tone, “you’re still weak and he is sleeping.” You felt yourself blush a bit, embarrassed by your acting on impulse of your emotions that were running wild now.

You let out a hiss through gritted teeth and brought your other hand to your side. Kyle gave you a worried glance and quickly brought you to a vacant bed, forcing you to sit down and lifting your shirt as he got on his knees. It would be weird if you didn’t know the he only had best intentions.

“Phew, your wound didn’t open up again” a lazy smile now rose up to his lips and he got up, walking to one of his cabinets with medicine. “Here, let me fetch you some painkillers.”

“Thanks Kyle” your voice hoarse from the lack of liquid drowning it. The redhead handed you a glass of water and some pills. You swallowed it all in two big gulps.

“How are you feeling? And why didn’t those two stop you from getting up?” After explaining how you pushed them out of the way, Kyle let out a sigh and explained to you what happened.

Apparently, you and Lancelot ran into some magic disciples that were in the hiding while adventuring around Cradle two days ago. They took you by surprise and both sides took damage. You hit your head and got your side sliced open on some giant sharp rock. In the end Lancelot defeated them and got you two back to the headquarters but he used too much of his magic once again, ‘causing him to pass out.

You couldn’t believe it. You were out for two whole days and Lancelot still didn’t recover. Just how much magic has he used? Kyle tried to reassure you that he will soon wake up and that everything should be alright.

But even the best doctor can be wrong sometimes…

You went to visit him the next morning only to find an empty bed and you felt your knees buckle underneath you. You ignored the sting of scratches on them as you quickly got up and frantically ran around the headquarters, trying to think of any place you could possibly find him.

Eventually you made your way to the courtyard where you saw the back of a tall man, his blonde hair dancing around on the slight breeze. You let out a sigh of relief, thanking the moon and destiny for letting you find him. You ran up to him, wrapping your hands around him and sobbing slightly in his back. He tensed up immediately and turned around in your arms. He grabbed them and pried you away from him, meeting your tear-stained eyes with a puzzled stare.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” there was an edge to his words, a small fire burning in his ocean blue eyes, serving as a warning if one wrong move is going to be made. It was clear he wasn’t joking, but you couldn’t understand. Why? What happened?

“Lance, do you-” a sob escaped past your trembling lips and it made his expression turn to an uneasy one. There was a breaking pain in his chest, like his heart was getting torn to pieces. “Do you not recognize me?” You finally muttered and the way he slowly shook his head made your hand clench the fabric over your heart, hoping to keep it in place like that. Was this maybe a dream from your head injury? That would explain why everything started to spin and shatter around you as you frantically shook your head and mumbled that it’s all a lie made up by your mind.

You were only brought back up from your knees when Zero pulled you up, everything else was just in fragments. You Zero opening and closing his mouth, but there were no sounds, then you saw yourself being carried by him. The only thing you heard was “he lost his memories” and before you knew it you woke up in your bed when the night has already fallen. Kyle was there with you, but he didn’t have to say anything.

“Is it true?” he just shot you a sad look and you closed your eyes, resting your head on your pillow as tears slid down your cheeks. “I want to be alone for a bit if that’s okay.” Kyle told you something before leaving, but you didn’t pay it any mind as you turned to your unharmed side and stared out the window and into the night.

One tear slid down for every star in the sky as you prayed for him to get his memories back before you wilt away.

[t0d0r0ni]

"Tired" [Arthur Conan Doyle]

The sounds of paper being scratched by an ink pen filled Arthur's room, his eyes showing complete focus on the story.

"Arthur?" You call out, knocking on the door lightly.

No response.

"Arthur, I'm coming in." Your small hand creaks open the wooden door, and you feel your expression softening a lot seeing Arthur focused.

Tip-toeing into his room, you slowly wrap your arms around his neck, your elbows gently resting on his shoulders. You give him a light peck on the back of his head.

Arthur's pen stops scribbling on the piece of paper, instantly knowing who it is from the comforting scent that made him relax. Doyle cranes his head back to meet your eyes with his.

"By Jove, what's this bellibone creeping in my room?" A smirk reaches his lips, poking his nose into yours.

You lean in closer into his face, seeing his eyes getting more and more sensual. Arthur licks his lips.

Thwack!

Arthur groans in pain as he rubs his forehead. "Bloody hell! What was that flick for?" You snicker.

"Get yourself to the kitchen. I made some coffee with beans that Comte gave to me as a gift. Hurry up, Theo and Mozart already drank half of the coffee!"

Arthur's expression snaps into a determined glare, as he hastily throws his glasses off of his faces and races down to the kitchen. You walk down the stairs to see two grown men arguing and one man elegantly sipping his steaming drink.

"I knew it! I knew my coffee has been tampered with as soon as I smelled it!"

"Calm down, it's only six sugar cubes in a small cup of coffee."

"Are your tastebuds working?"

Mozart grumpily snatches the rest of a coffee, grabbing a new cup and placing his used one near the sink. "I'm done here," he grumbles. He walks up the stairs, and you flinch the second you heard a door slam on the second floor.

After forty minutes of more arguing and Theo's screams when Arthur brought out Jean's cat, Theodorus retired to his room, while Arthur was glaring at the coffee pot, mouthing "Come on, come on, come on."

You force him up to his room, saying that you will bring the coffee up to the said location. Despite his energetic fight with Theo, it's been obvious he hasn't been getting sleep, working on his new book. You take out a wooden tray, placing a mug of steaming hot black coffee. 

You gently knock on his door before pushing your body weight into the door to open. "Arthur, the coffee's rea--"

You see him asleep, his head buried into his arms. You gently take his glasses off and neatly clean up his writing and materials. You walk away from Arthur to turn off the lights, but suddenly a hand with inhuman strength pulls you back sharply. A small 'oof' flies out of your mouth when you land on a bed. 

Arthur's figure climbs on top of you, hands on each side. Messy hair from the desk nap, beautiful ocean eyes, and a shirt that is unbuttoned to reveal his collarbone. A shudder crawls out of you.

He suddenly collapses onto you, Arthur's body halfway off of you. 

"Arthur?"

"It's nothing... just tired. Though you do look very scrumptious right now, with the smell of coffee on you." 

With much effort, you get up. You quickly change clothes to one of Arthur's shirts, then you crawl into the sheets, also dragging Arthur inside too. Incoherent mumbles tumble out of Arthur's mouth, as his face is pressed to your chest, your arms loosely wrapped around his neck. 

You give a small kiss to Arthur, and he gives you a small kiss back. Arthur's eyes droop. "Goodnight."

He never drank that cup of coffee.

[loptyrs-moved]

Drabble wip idea on discord

Jonah/Edgar Two truths and a lie