#ray Blackwell fanfic

[xxsycamore]

One Hot Love

╰┈➤ 📸 Because we're not ready to let go of summer just yet.

Fenrir Godspeed x Main Character + Fenrir/Alice/Ray/Sirius/Luka/Seth • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Polyamory; they're all dating; but focus is on fen/alice; Beach Sex; Road Trips; modern elements; i gave them cars and car radios basically; Skinny Dipping; Water Sex; Vaginal Sex; getting caught; Outdoor Sex; Banter; Black Army polycule • wordcount: 1,780 • masterlist

a/n: That was me paying homage to the passing summer WHAT HAPPENED, WHY COUDN'T I POST THIS ANY SOONER? Anyway, One Hot Love by Makoto Matsushita was THE summer song for me this year, and at one point it aligned with my ikerev nostalgia so here we are... always wanted to write a black army polycule <3

"Man, that song is stuck in my head now. Putting the only CD we could find on repeat was no doubt better than going the whole drive without any music on, but…"

"What are you talking about, you could have listened to Seth's melodic voice instead~!" Alice gawks, a hand over her heart in a display of affection that seems to be aimed at riling Fenrir up. Though, knowing how the 10 of Spades has her head over heels for him, Fenrir won't be surprised if that's her genuine reaction to listening to the man's monologues for four hours straight. And despite that they all love Seth, Fenrir is sure that in this aspect Alice is alone.

They came here with the rest of the officers and the King to check out what was reported to be a group of disciples from the Magic Tower disrupting the peace around the coast. Ray insisted on checking it out personally and the others kind of tagged along and from there it turned into a (work) road trip.

"Uhuh. Either way, boss looked like he's seconds away from taking the gun from my holster and aiming it at the car radio."

"He wasn't even the one driving, though… Was he too sleepy or something? We did get here only after it got dark yesterday but I thought it wasn't past his bedtime…"

"Pfft, sounds like him! But no. I know what got him so worked up but I won't tell ya~"

"Feeeeen! C'mon!"

Stopping in her tracks for a second, Alice lets out a deep sigh when the Ace just keeps taking long strides across the sandy path, refusing to satiate her curiosity. Letting out a loud "Hmph!" that falls on deaf ears due to the sea breeze surrounding them, Alice dashes forward to join Fenrir's side again, and keeps the pace until he's the one walking behind her instead.

A harsh and sudden gust of wind blows by, and Alice all but feels her uniform skirt flying upwards.

"Eeek!"

"Ohh, so you're wearing the pink ones! Nice!"

Putting her hands protectively on her rear as if they aren't the only two people on this beach to begin with, and as if Fenrir didn't just see everything there is to see, Alice throws him the best mean look she can muster before slowing her step so they're side by side again.

"Sorry for teasing ya. I promise I won't cheat if you want to play guess the panty color with the others tonight."

"It's really not about that!!" The focus of Alice's bewilderment quickly shifts from his ridiculous logic to the way he stops her right there and then for a kiss, full on the lips and tasting like the minty ice cream they shared awhile ago. She finds herself savoring his sweet lips, feeling the sun's warmth engulf them fully now that they stopped in their tracks.

"Ya know, I could really go for a swim right now."

Seems like he's not the only one feeling hot now.

"Just like that? Isn't the water cold…"

"One way to find out." Fenrir grins boyishly, the same smile she once fell for, and then kept falling for every day since then. Before she can even blink, Fenrir is already pulling his hoodie over his head and walking in the direction of the shore. Following the rush of wildness, Alice is no different as she gives into the moment, stripping down to her underwear. At least she diligently folds her clothes before putting them down on top of one of the nearby rocks, even if it means Fenrir would beat her at getting to the water first.

"Woohoo! Alice, come here! The water is perfect!"

Losing no more time to join Fenrir, Alice gives up on her cautious approach and lets the waves splash against her as she runs towards them, even when they make her squeal.

"Liar! It certainly is at least a little bit cold…"

"I gotcha."

Before she can complain more, Fenrir enfolds Alice in his toned arms from behind, acting like a big blanket.

"Fen… you're not wearing any underwear…"

"Yeah? Are you?"

Alice shivers as he runs one hand down to check, but the touch is more than welcomed, to her own surprise. She turns around in his arms and places hers around his neck, looking at his deep magenta eyes.

"Remember what you promised me a few months ago? About the next time we go to the beach together?"

"That I'm gonna finally have my way with you in the water like I always fantasized about? Why are you smirking at me like that now?"

Being called out on it, Alice's grin only transforms into a series of chuckles that she tries to hide against Fenrir's broad chest, hoping that he'd get the idea already.

"Alice, mind if I check once more if ya still wearing those pink panties? Just to make sure."

"F-Fen-!"

Receiving her affirmation in the form of her arms tightening their hold around his shoulders, Fenrir's calloused fingers find their way down the curve of her ass and between her legs. They slip under the thin material, crawling inside to find her dripping sex.

"Haah-"

"Still making sure, hold on."

His touch ghosts over her folds, his other hand joining on her front to stroke her clit inside her panties.

"What were ya asking about my promise to you?"

"Do you…think us coming here today counts? Ahh-"

Rubbing on her aroused nub with no remorse as if determined to make her explode on his fingers in mere seconds, Fenrir uses the proximity to the fullest as he nibs Alice's earlobe playfully.

"Do ya want it to count, Alice?"

It's a silly question, with how far they've already gotten. When they're together, it's always hard to say who started things first. The firm erection pressing flush against Alice's belly tells her they're not leaving the water without one last unforgettable summer memory.

"Make it count. I want you so bad."

"Hah! You finally said it." Fenrir chuckles, leaving a trail of wet kisses across her nape all the way to her lips, capturing them with his.

It serves as a distraction as he picks her up, making her instinctively wrap her legs around his torso.

"Hold on tight, Alice. I'm not stopping 'till you're seeing stars."

Running her fingers through the unruly locks at the base of his neck, Alice groans as she feels him guide the tip in, letting gravity do the rest as she sinks down on his girthy length with delight.

"Gods- Why haven't we done this before-"

"That's what I was asking! Ahhh- Fuck, Alice. I want you everywhere, all the time, what are you doing to me?"

Alice's hearty laughter is interrupted by the erratic moans ripped out of her throat by Fenrir's deep thrusts, and she knows perfectly how he feels.

"You can have all of me, Fen! I want you so bad! Ahhh-"

Moving her body up and down on his length at a rapid pace, Fenrir kisses every part of Alice he can put his lips on, her sun-kissed shoulders, her arms sprinkled with small seawater drops that are salty on his tongue, her nape with the sweet strawberry scent of her shampoo mixing with the sea breeze.

Alice sinks her nails into his shoulder blades, knowing how much he loves it when she does that, and lets herself go; the orgasm rushes through her body like a lightning strike, pleasure spreading hotly from deep inside her and making her whole body glow in ecstasy. She opens her eyes while throwing her head back, and takes in the endless blue sky above.

Fenrir keeps thrusting into her, making water splash around them as he whispers how close he is, how good she feels around him - and then he brings her down on him hard one last time, keeping her flush to him before filling her with his warmth.

With the cease of movement, they can finally enjoy the kisses they can't hold back from giving each other, the rustling of the sea drowning the little moans of afterglow that escape their thirsty lips. Suddenly feeling giddy again, Fenrir holds her up a little more and makes a little spin in the water, enjoying the girly squeal she lets out. It's only when she is turned to face the shore that she notices.

"Oh my god, that's Sirius and the guys!!"

"Huh?" Fenrir looks over his shoulder and indeed, he can see the figures of one man with his arms crossed on his chest and another three standing not far behind him. "Should we wave at them?"

"Hell no! C'mon, let's go!"

***

"We already ate without you, by the way."

"What?! Noooo! I'm never going patrolling with Fenrir again!"

While Alice laments the loss of her lunch, Seth is already there to squeeze himself between her and Fenrir the very second Alice lets go of Fenrir's hand.

"But Alice!~ Your knight in shining armor is here to save you from the brute, and he even packed you leftovers! I'm not letting my Alice die from hunger like that. Oh my, your face is so hot! Why haven't you put sunscreen on?"

"There he goes again…" Fenrir frowns, resorting to joining Ray's side instead, the latter patting his shoulder sympathetically. Returning the gesture by bringing his arm around Ray's shoulders in turn, Fenrir notices the label sticking out of Rey's uniform shirt.

"Oh? What do we have here?"

Upon tucking it back for him, Fenrir sees something curious and pulls a little more on the fabric, leaving a confused Ray as the group stops in their tracks.

"Hey Boss, since when are your initials S.O.?"

Seth is the first to grin knowingly, chiming in. "And aren't your sleeves a little too long?"

Luka inspects the truth of those remarks, blinking in question. "A mishap with the laundry?"

Seth trades his dear Alice's presence for that of Luka's, just so he can lean down and whisper something in his ear, shielding it with his hand while looking directly at Ray.

"That's- Hey. You two better keep your mouths shut, or- And Fenrir, we haven't finished with you yet. We talked about this."

"What? Fucking on the clock? Like hell we're the only ones doing that. Besides,"

Fenrir arrives at Alice's side again, wrapping an arm around her waist for emphasis."…That's what summer's for. Having fun."

Alice blushes, attempting to make things better even if she's just as guilty.

"Fen, it's hardly summer anymore. But… I think you can blame our love for that.

"That's one hot love, then!"

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[ikeromantic]

CinderAlice pt. 3

The winner of the IkeRev 1K AU story poll was Cinderella! Featuring the Black Army guys and Alice as Cinderella. 1700 words Pt. 3/4

Part 1 Part 2

Alice left the heat and light and noise of the ballroom to take a break on one of the patios, where a small, beautiful garden glowed under the light of the stars. It was quiet out here, and she was alone. Well, almost alone. There was a dark gray cat perched on the rail, watching her with curious intensity.

“Aren’t you a pretty one,” Alice held her hand out to the cat. After a moment, the kitty sniffed it and then pushed her head beneath Alice’s fingers. “You must be a princess kitty, living in the palace. Do you have a tiara when you’re not on break?”

“A collar, actually.” The voice along with a smoky laugh came from the lit doorway behind her. 

Alice turned her head to see who’d snuck up while her attention was on the cat. All she could make out at first was a silhouette. Broad shoulders, thick messy hair, slim hips. Then he moved closer, and in the dim light she could see his features more clearly. He wore a uniform like the palace knights, but somehow more refined. It was his striking, emerald green eyes that drew her attention though. He looked oddly familiar, especially in profile. “I-is this kitty yours?”

“Yeah. Her name is Belle.” He walked over and petted the cat as she twined around his outstretched hand. “She doesn’t usually warm up to strangers. You must be special.” 

She wasn’t able to hold his intense gaze and looked away into the garden. This knight had a strong magnetism, a draw that made her feel a little tipsy when he complimented her like that. Alice hoped he didn’t notice. “Well, I did hold my hand there for a bit. So we got introduced properly.” 

“That’s important.” The man nodded and suddenly held his hand out to her, to shake it. “I’m Ray.”

Alice took his hand and looked up at him again. He was, she thought, really handsome. A classic masculine beauty with natural charm. And his hand was warm and calloused and she could feel his thumb brush across her knuckles in a gentle caress. “I -”

A figure burst through the opening from the ballroom, clearly rushing. “There you are!”

“Luka?” Alice turned, half-stunned. It was definitely her neighbor, but he was wearing a proper suit and his hair was clean and pulled back, decorated with a lovely little clip. “What are you doing here?”

Ray released her hand with a chuckle. “Looks like you have a fan.” He smiled. “I’ll catch up with you later.” And then he left, back to the ballroom where he disappeared into the crowd.

Luka crossed the space between them and took hold of her shoulders. “Are you alright?”

“Yes,” Alice replied, flustered. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

He dropped his hands and looked away. “I saw you leaving in that strange coach. I was . . . worried.”

“Well . . .” Alice wasn’t sure how to respond. It was sweet for him to be worried, but his expression right now looked more sullen and a little embarrassed. “Thank you. For checking on me.” She paused, then added, “You look really nice, all dressed up.”

“You too,” he murmured. 

She felt her heart squeeze in her chest at the compliment. “I wore the earrings you gave me.”

Luka glanced up, his eyes wide. The tips of his ears turned pink. He didn’t say anything.

Alice stared back at him, a fluttering sensation in her belly. She waited, but he only kept looking at her, his face going redder with each passing moment. “Uhm. I should . . . get back. But thank you again for checking on me. It was really sweet.”

As she turned to go, he reached out and caught her hand. “Wait. Please.” He took a shaky breath. “Would you dance with me?” His voice was rougher than usual, as if his throat constricted on the words.

“Here?” She looked around the porch. It was dark and quiet here, and smelled of blooming flowers and summer grass. Kind of romantic, she thought. 

In answer, he took her hand and pulled her close. He set his other hand at her hip, and began to slowly move with the music. He wasn’t as skilled a dancer as Sirius, nor as wild and energetic as Fenrir, but there was something gentle and sweet in the swaying steps he took her through. They stood close, almost touching, palms pressed together. 

Alice found she could not take her eyes off him for the entire dance. This was a Luka she didn’t know. 

When the song ended, he stopped and let go of her hand. “I wanted to tell you -” He began, but a loud clapping and cheering from inside the ballroom interrupted him. They both turned to see what the commotion was. 

A palace servant stood on the royal dais. “The Prince will now have his first dance.” 

“Oh! Luka let’s go watch,” Alice said excitedly and hurried back into the ballroom where she quickly lost him in the crowded press of people. She wanted to memorize the moment she saw the Prince and watched him dance with one of the beautiful noble ladies at the ball.

A few moments later, the crowd on the other side of the ballroom opened and a man in uniform stepped forward. A familiar looking man, to Alice’s eyes. “Oh my . . . that’s Ray!” She clapped a hand to her mouth as she watched the nobles bow to him when he passed. She felt like such an idiot. She wanted to go hide somewhere, but she was frozen to the spot, watching him walk into the now empty dance floor.

Ray’s eyes scanned the crowd as he looked for the lucky woman that would be his first dance partner for the night. And then they stopped. The crowd around Alice parted as he moved toward her.

Alice could only watch in a sort of shock. This was too much, she thought. It was entirely impossible. 

“Care to dance?” Ray leaned in, a mischievous grin on his face. “I promise I’m at least as much fun as Belle.”

“I - I . . . yes?” She let him take her hand and lead her out onto the dance floor. Everyone was watching and Alice felt horribly self conscious. But the music started and Ray had hold of her hand and her waist. His grip was warm and reassuring and there was something so relaxed about him that she couldn’t stay tense. 

“You know, you’re a pretty good dancer,” Ray told her. “But I haven’t seen you at any ball before this.”

Alice nodded. “It’s my first.” 

He laughed. “You must be a natural then.” His eyes almost seemed to glow as he studied her face.

“I wanted to apologize for earlier. I didn't realize who you were and I should have.” 

Ray’s nose crinkled. “No, it’s kind of nice just getting to be Ray for a change, and not The Prince.” He spun her around and caught her against his chest. “Besides, I like the way you say my name.”

“Thank you. Ray.” She smiled up at him, feeling a rush of heat in her chest. Her smile felt so wide it almost hurt, and her heart thudded in her chest. “It was really great, getting to meet you. And Belle!”

“I feel the same way.” He dipped her down, his face coming so close to hers that she could feel his breath on her cheek. “I would like to get to see you again. But you know, I didn’t even get your name.” He pulled her back to standing with a grin, a question on his lips. 

Before he could speak it, the bell tower struck the first chime of midnight. Alice’s eyes went wide. In just a few moments, her beautiful gown would turn to rags and she would be nothing but a serving girl again. She scrambled from his grasp as the tower struck the second chime.

The gathered crowd gasped as she pushed through them, running as fast as she could for the door. The third chime struck. The fourth. Alice darted past the door guard. The fifth bell rang. The sixth. Behind her, shouts and the sounds of pursuit. 

As Alice fled down the stairs, she lost a shoe, but there was no time to pick it up. The seventh chime sounded. She leapt into her waiting carriage to the echoes of chime eight. By chime nine, the horses were moving and the coach rattled along behind them, leaving the palace and everyone from the ball behind.

“Just in time, sweetie. I was really getting worried there.” Seth appeared in the seat beside her. “Did you have a good time?”

“I did.” She sighed, glancing back at the empty street behind them. “I got to meet Sir Godspeed and Sirius and even the Prince. And Luka came!”

Seth giggled. “You will have to tell me all about it. I’m not surprised you got so much attention! I’ve half a mind to take you away from all this and keep you to myself. You are just too cute.”

Alice wasn’t sure if he was teasing or serious, but she decided to assume it was a joke. On the ride home, she told him all about it. How much she’d enjoyed dancing, how beautiful everything was . . . but she didn’t tell him how her heart had raced or the silly romantic thoughts that crossed her mind. 

The next morning, breakfast was a loud affair. Druzilla and Anastasia chattered on about the ball and who they danced with. Druzilla was sure she’d caught the Prince’s eye because he smiled at her. Anastasia disagreed, because clearly he was looking at her. And of course, both of them discussed their theories of the mysterious woman that fled the first dance with the Prince. 

Only Lady Tremaine was quiet, her steely gaze following Alice everywhere. Later in the day, the Lady even came to Alice’s tiny room and tore it apart, searching. She wouldn’t say for what. But she found nothing. Still, she had her revenge for crimes unproven, and gave Alice even more work that week. Scrubbing and polishing until her hands were raw and red, and her muscles ached. 

Alice didn’t mind. The memories of her night at the royal ball floated through her mind. Music and beauty and the kindness of the people she’d met. It made her hope for something better, and more, to believe one day that something might be hers. Often, she found her thoughts drifting to one, special someone and remembering their touch. One day she might see them again.

Part 4

[youreawizardharr]

(Harr Silver x Eirene Chapman)

Fandom: Ikemen Revolution

Characters: Harr Silver

Genre: ---

Prompt: ---

Pairing: Harr Silver x Eirene Chapman

Warnings: Mentions of Blood and Violence

Tagging: @rairahime

Disclaimer: I do not create Harr, credits to Cybird for creating a character I love so much

Notes: Thank you @otomememento  for beta reading this story. I’m sorry for bothering you. This took me a long time to write and finish. I'm not confident with this little fic, but here it is. I hope you enjoy. This is my first attempt at writing something like this. I'm used to writing with another person, you see. So writing in this format is complicated for me. And while constructive criticism is very much appreciated, you don't have to be rude about it.

Harr sensed the soldiers the moment they stepped through the treeline, lifting the hood of his cloak to conceal himself from view as he casted a simple teleportation spell. The area was bathed in a light blue illumination, leaving no traces that he had been there at all. Arriving at his destination, peeking over the side of a tree, the wizard eyed the group of soldiers, his ears picking up on their conversation.

"Where do you think the girl is? This forest doesn't appear to be ending anytime soon." The lone soldier complained, following the others. He stepped over a fallen log in the middle of the man-made trail, readjusting his anti-magic rifle. "The Magic Tower gave us clues about where to find the girl. That clue led us here, so she's somewhere in this forest." The captain responded calmly, then glared down at the low ranking soldier. "If the Commander heard you complaining, he'd punish you severely for your insubordination. He wants her alive, so make sure you don't harm her. Accidentally, or otherwise. Do I make myself perfectly clear? He already has plans for her." The other soldiers saluted their captain in response, pressing onward with renewed vigor, intending to carry out the commander's orders even if it meant their deaths.

As Harr stepped backwards, he made the simple mistake of snapping a twig in half with his left boot. The noise alerted the small group of soldiers. "Aye, it appears we have some company." The captain silently made a command with a hand gesture, walking in the direction where the noise came from. Harr gritted his teeth as he attempted to get away from the soldiers before they noticed his presence, however, a hand grabbed his upper arm, the expression on Harr's face contorted in pain as the fingers of the soldier keeping him in place dug into the fabric of his cloak. The skin along that area felt tender the longer the other man continued to grip him firmly. Harr was pulled and shoved along before he made eye contact with whom he assumed was the leader of the group, pressing his lips into a thin line, schooling the expression on his face as not to give them the satisfaction of showing emotion.

"Well, well, well." The captain approached Harr, his lips forming a wicked grin, forcing the wizard down onto his knees on the ground, while a soldier kept Harr in place. "The Magic Tower told us about a wizard living out here. I never thought one of our targets would make the job easier. Isn't this a nice surprise?" The man was given incoherent, verbal agreement from his subordinates. "Since you so kindly offered yourself without any trouble, I'm going to give you a chance to tell us where the girl is." Harr refused to bargain with them. He loved Eirene too much to give her up. The captain frowned, clearly displeased. "Don't make this any harder for yourself. All we want is the girl. Our Commander harbors no ill will towards you people. He just has some unfinished business and it involves that girl. Now, tell us where she is." Callous fingers quickly removed the hood to forcefully yank Harr's head back by his hair. The pain along his scalp caused the muscles in his face to twitch in response to the harsh treatment. The eye that wasn't obscurred by a silver mask weaved back and forth, studying the captain's oily and sweaty features.

"The sooner you give us her location, the sooner all of this mayhem will end."

Harr remained silent, which angered the captain, grunting when the older man sent a balled fist against the left side of his face. The wizard fell backwards onto the ground due to the force of the blow, his left ear ringing, as a seering pain emitted along his bottom lip where he must have accidentally bitten down from the impact of the punch. With his eye squeezed shut, Harr shifted slightly, the scent of moist dirt, leaves and iron reached his nose, pain radiating in the left side of his jaw. A bruise was likely forming. That much was obvious by how much his face swelled up in a matter of moments. Though all he could focus on was the pain and how disoriented he felt.

Before long, the sensation of two hands grabbing a hold of his cloak made Harr open his eye in time to watch the soldier who captured him minutes ago force him to sit upright, releasing his cloak to step away. The captain impatiently paced back and forth, feeling the wizard's gaze following him. "Why are you refusing to give her up? Don't you want this war to end? Don't you want peace to be returned?" The man stopped pacing to coldly regard Harr. "We know you have her hidden somewhere; the Magic Tower was forthcoming with information, after all. So staying quiet won't help you, wizard." While his silence could be taken for defiance, Harr was actually contemplating his next move, eyeing the soldiers while gauging the chances of defeating them. There were at least five in total. All were carrying weapons made to be utilized against magic wielders. He's heard of the term anti-magic through his dealings with merchants from overseas. If these Glassian soldiers were to use these anti-magic weapons, his magic would be useless against them. It didn't mean he was powerless, though. He just had to be patient and coordinate accordingly.

[ikemenlibrary]

Revenge Best Served Wet (Ikémen Revolution)

Pairing: Fenrir Godspeed x Alice (MC) x Ray Blackwell Word count: 5.2k Warnings: NSFW content (threesome, dirty talk, unprotected sex) - you must be 18+ to follow my blog but if you somehow managed to slip by, please do not interact with this post. 

Author’s note: @xxsycamore​ Mo! I was so happy to receive the assignment to write this for you for the Ikémen Revolution gift exchange that @sunnyikemen​ and I were hosting together! This was such a fun piece to write and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Your ideas you sent it really inspired me and this helped reinvigorate my love for Fenray x Alice uwu ~ I wanted to combine your love of summer with the prompts you gave me and came up with this. Thank you for always being so lovely; I always enjoy our conversations and I love hearing from you! 

Autumn was quickly approaching Cradle and although the trees were beginning to droop and the flowers were retreating into the ground for the cold winter season, it was still exceptionally hot going into October. Warm enough that most of the army members still wore shorts and tees when off the clock and Alice wore a slightly hemmed skirt - with Seth’s help, of course - and a less constricting top to the dress.

While everyone was relishing the last few long lasting days of summer, they were still expecting the Black Army to complete their daily training and that meant no slacking off until the boss said so.

Sirius Oswald, Queen of the Black Army, well-known hardass with a golden heart was not one to go easy on his troops. He was always one step ahead of the game, always knew what to do to keep the troops morale boosted high. On this last warm day of the season, there was no difference, he knew exactly how to have them train whilst also relishing in lovely weather mother nature had left them with.

He was walking up and down the troops' orderly lines, handing each member a water gun with the most serious face one could muster when reaching into a cold bucket of water to hand the next person a brightly colored plastic gun. Sirius hadn’t said anything to any of the members, only the King had any clue what he had planned.

When handing off a gun to the last army member and all of the leaders, a soft smile fell on his lips as his eyes met with Alice and he held out one of the last two guns as an offering. “What do you say, little lady? Wanna join in training today?”

Alice laughed as she heard Fenrir whoop behind her, only to be cut off by Ray’s elbow connecting with his stomach. She nodded, accepting the water gun and Sirius ruffled her hair, not succeeding because of the pony tail she was sporting, and then he grabbed the last gun.

“Alright everyone,” he started, his commanding voice capturing the attention of everyone, their curious gazes following the Queen as he paced the courtyard. “For today’s training, we’ll be using these instead of sparring with our real weapons. I know a lot of you don’t use guns in combat but the reality is that they’re becoming more and more popular. So you have to learn to dodge the bullets, as well as use them.” A murmur rumbled through a few army members. “If your sword breaks in combat, or you get unarmed by an enemy and all there is left is a pistol, I want every one of you to know how to take aim and shoot.”

Ray cut in next. “In today’s exercise, everyone will be splitting into two teams. If you get shot by someone on the other team more than three times, you’re out. And we will know you’re out. You’re not in your dark uniforms, your clothes will show where you’re shot.”

Fenrir sidled up to Alice, his strong arm brushing against her shoulder and her nose was immediately filled with the scent of sunscreen. “Hey, wanna be on a team with me? I’ll protect ya.”

She smiled at him gratefully, the sweaty water gun caused her hand to be freezing cold as she reached up to place her wet hand on his bare shoulder, his freckles peeking out underneath the tank top he was wearing. “Sure thing! Thanks, Fen.”

Fenrir shied away from her chilled hand, his face twisting as he tried to stay quiet as Ray and Sirius continued to speak to the army. “You wound me,” Fenrir staggered back dramatically, his hand laid on his heart. “Here I am trying to be nice and you do this to me.” With a chuckle to show he was joking, he came back over to Alice, his hand purposefully brushing against her own fingertips as he leaned down, his breath stirring some baby hairs around her ear as he spoke. “I missed ya in my bed last night. How was Ray?”

Alice was grateful for the blaring sun, that way anyone seeing her embarrassed flush would assume it was from the heat. “I missed you too, Fen. It was really nice, but it felt weird without you.”

Fenrir wasn’t sure when it started, but once Alice decided to stay with Ray and the Black Army, Fenrir’s feelings for the woman deepened. He saw how well she treated Ray and at first it was admiration he felt, and then one day it was like a switch flipped when she smiled at him brightly from across the room.

Fenrir had always loved Ray; they were friends first, and on occasional nights when one was feeling lonely, he’d end up in the other’s bed. It was never spoken about, nor was it something that made either of them feel awkward. If anything, it made them closer than before. When Alice came along, he didn’t resent her. He was glad she made his best buddy as happy as she did, and that’s all he could ask for.

One night, the three of them were up late, it was unusual for Ray to stay up past 10pm but they were all in the garden and passing around a fancy bottle of champagne that Fenrir had snatched from a party his parents were hosting. The rest of the army was still there; they’d probably spend the night at the Godspeed residence and that was okay with Fenrir: he was able to spend time with the two people he was in love with without the interruption of anything or anyone else.

And then all of a sudden, he drunkenly blurted out that he loved them both. It was a word vomit, a cacophony of feelings and thoughts and desires, and once he started he couldn’t stop. Fenrir was messily confessing his feelings to both of them, his best friend and his best friend’s girl right there when all three were drunk. He was confessing and talking and not shutting up, not until Ray leaned over and kissed him to quiet him.

From there, the three of them spent time exploring their relationship together. Sometimes they all slept in Ray’s bed, other times, Fenrir slept alone, but most of the time, Alice found herself in Fenrir’s bed. It wasn’t that she didn’t like sleeping with Ray, she honestly missed him when she hadn’t spent a night with him in a while, but he fell asleep so early normally and when she and Fenrir were still trying to find their groove together, she’d find herself in his bed, sometimes chatting, sometimes more, until one of them fell asleep.

The rest of the Black Army had no clue on the extent of the throuple’s relationship. They knew Alice and Ray were together, and they knew that Fenrir was very close to the both of them. But the three decided to keep how close they all were to themselves. Sure, the army leaders wouldn’t judge them, but being a throuple in a relationship eyes of the public they just didn’t want anything getting out that could tarnish the reputation that the army has worked so hard to build up. They were the opposite of embarrassed, they just didn’t want to draw unwanted attention.

So now here they were standing, Alice’s arm brushing against Fenrir’s with every breath she took and Ray’s eyes watching the pair as he was splitting up the teams for the water gun fight. Sirius was one team captain, and Ray the other; Alice noticed Sirius made note not to look in her direction while picking members for his team. Whether it’s because he knew she’d be a hindrance to his team, or because she was Ray’s partner, she wasn’t sure, but either way, she was grateful when Ray called Fenrir and herself over to his side of the courtyard.

Alice happily took her spot next to Ray and she smiled as he took hold of her hand, his eyes lingering on Fenrir for a moment before his emerald ones fell onto Alice once more. “You ready?”

“Yep! Fen said he’d protect me.” She held up her water gun and playfully pointed it at Ray. “Better watch your back!”

He raised an eyebrow at her, his own water gun pointed at her chest. “You better watch your front,” he countered, before whipping around, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he saw Fenrir standing there, one hand on his hip, the other one spinning his bright purple gun on his finger.

“Our princess said to watch ya back, your highness,” The smirk on Fenrir’s face was charming and she could tell Ray was struggling to form a rebuttal.

Ray turned to look at Alice, but she just shrugged. “I told you he said he’d protect me.” He shook his head, going over to ruffle Fenrir’s hair affectionately as he leaned in to whisper something in his ear that Alice couldn’t quite make out.

On the other side of the courtyard, Sirius was yelling for both sides to prepare, and as he did so, both Ray and Fenrir protectively stood in front of Alice before the battle began. It started off slowly, a few sprays and shrieks from the members up front as cold water came in contact with their skin, but everyone was learning to jump away in time with the sporadic shooting.

Alice watched as Fenrir took a deep breath, and then before she could react, he yelled. “CHARGE!”

All of a sudden, water was flying everywhere. Both sides were making their way towards the middle and Sirius’ team was slowly making their way through everyone up front. Alice made sure to stay behind her boyfriends, occasionally peeking out behind them to spray someone who was getting a little too close to comfort on either side of them.

“Hey Alice~” Seth sidled up to the woman, sporting a ponytail very similar to her own. “Lucky you, having your boyfriend and his bestie protecting you!”

Alice ducked just in time, dodging one of the army soldiers 'bullets’, and Fenrir shot the man, not even looking in her direction as the soldier walked away. “Yeah I’d say so,” she remarked, letting her guard down for a moment as she shared a laugh with Seth. Fenrir and Ray were so in their element, dodging sprays of water and precisely shooting the enemies, it was thrilling to watch. It almost made Alice jealous how in sync they were. “Hey, Seth-”

Alice turned to her best friend, going to comment on how the movements between the two men in front of her almost seemed rehearsed, but she gasped as Seth shot her straight in the chest. “Sorry, Alice, but you have to remember who your enemy is~!”

Her finger on her own trigger pulled, yet nothing came out and she realized with a startled gasp that she was out of water and an enemy was standing right in front of her. Neither Fenrir nor Ray seemed to realize what was going on and no matter how many times she discreetly tugged on the back of Ray’s shirt, he didn’t seem to understand what she was doing.

Sirius popped up right next to Seth and Alice realized that the men coming at Fenrir and Ray from the front was a tactic planned by the two militants. Alice’s grasp on the sweaty weapon in her hand caused it to slip from her hands and right as she yelled, Sirius and Seth both shot her again.

“Fenrir, Ray! Behind you!” Ray turned around just in time to see Seth slip away, Sirius already long gone. And then his emerald gaze dropped to his girlfriend’s chest, noticing the way her colored bra shone through the three wet spots.

“Leave the battlefield and cover up!” Ray shot at two more people, grimacing at the weakened stream. It was clear to Alice that both sides would need a break and to reconvene after filling up with more water so while she was out, she was still able to be helpful by dragging Sirius’s big bucket over to the hose so she could fill it up and help the army members reload when they took a break. Sure enough, before too long, both sides called a retreat for twenty minutes so everyone could fill up their guns and hydrate themselves.

During that time, Ray called a strategy team with the other 7 army members who were still ‘uninjured’ on his side.

“Alright men,” Ray started. “We’ve figured out that they're using the other soldiers led by Luka to distract from Sirius and Seth sneaking up on us from behind. I think we need to-”

“Screw whatever you’re gonna say.” Fenrir interjected, looking over at Alice who was sitting on the sidelines, kicking her feet on the grass. “They got Alice, I want revenge.”

Ray rolled his eyes, pushing his sweaty hair off of his forehead. “As I was saying,” he continued on, forming a plan with his army members and making sure everyone else knew their plan of attack.

As both armies started to line up once again, Fenrir leaned over to the King standing next to him. “I wasn’t kidding. I want revenge.”

“We will avenge her death when we win fair and square.” Ray responded, not spurred on by Fenrir’s excitement for once. “Besides, I’m too good to get revenge.”

Fenrir huffed, sliding his finger up and down the inner side of Ray’s arm, marveling at the goosebumps that showed up on his skin despite the heat. “Well, lucky for me, I’m not. Give me your gun.” His hand that was tracing on Ray’s skin reached down to snatch his partner’s gun, leaving Ray weaponless as Fenrir tactfully dodged everyone's oncoming attacks and made his way through the troop to find the two leaders who eliminated his girlfriend.

His eyes caught sight of the familiar silvery gray blue hue of Seth’s hair and he raised both guns at the other man, freezing in shock as he felt a pelt of cold water on his back, another on his shoulder, and then as he turned around to face the offending officer, Luka looked at him with determination blooming in his eyes. The last spray of water hit Fenrir’s face, and the man dropped his guns as Luka smiled softly. “Nice try,”

Fenrir muttered under his breath as he brushed his shoulder against Luka’s on his way off the makeshift battlefield, smiling as Alice held out a waiting towel for him when he went to sit down next to her. “You know, your dedication to getting revenge for me was kind of sexy,” she remarked softly and Fenrir felt warm at her words.

“Aw shucks, that was nothin’. But if you’re grateful, you can give me a reward for it.” He playfully leaned against her shoulder, not wanting to do anything to tip off the other people near them.

“I was already planning on sucking your dick later,” she said lowly. “But I suppose you can get something more than  that,”

“I want time with both of ya,” Fenrir said, and both of them watched Ray, watching his muscles ripple as he lifted his shirt off, laughing at something one of the men next to him said. He had sweat dripping down his body and Alice could almost taste it on her tongue as she imagined running a tongue over his abs, slowly making her way down his body.

“I’m sure we can make that happen,” she promised, biting her lip and looking over her shoulder. “You know… it’s probably pretty empty inside. We could sneak in and take some time to ourselves, knowing Ray, he’ll come looking for us afterwards.”

“He wouldn’t even have to search for us if we were waiting for him in his room, princess.”

She blinked, a slow smile forming on her face. “I like the way you think,”

Fenrir stood up, extending a hand to Alice as he winked. “We should go get some extra towels for everyone while we’re waiting.”

She quickly caught on, her hand falling into his so naturally that he almost let out a sigh of bliss just from that. “Oh, good idea! Let’s head inside and go check out the linen closet, I’m sure we can find something there.”

Alice and Fenrir quickly made it into the headquarters and once he was sure no one was around, he twined their fingers together in a more intimate way than what they had done outside. Before, that was friendly - but if anyone saw them touching like this, they would know their feelings ran way deeper than friendship.

Taking one look around, Fenrir pushed open Ray’s bedroom door and the familiar scent that wrapped around him was so comforting in that moment that it took all he had in him not to melt into Ray’s bed and wrap the sheets around him, less than decent thoughts littering his brain as he rid himself of clothing. But Alice’s warm hands on the hem of his shirt brought him back to reality and with a wink and a smile, Fenrir’s hands joined her own.

“Couldn’t even wait ‘til we closed the door, huh?” He asked, one arm reaching out to slam the door as his other hand helped her push his shirt up over his head.

“Shut up,” Alice mumbled, her hand falling to his neck and pulling Fenrir in for a kiss. “Not my fault you were being dumb and sexy out there.”

Fenrir bit back his retort, instead his tongue traced her lips, the taste of her intoxicating. One of his hands rested on the small of her back, pulling her closer, while the other one was nimbly working the buttons of her shirt. She sighed out as he peeled the wet shirt away, laughing as Fenrir huffed as he tried to one handedly unhook her bra.

The pair both jumped as the door opened, Fenrir protectively took a step in front of Alice as she scrambled to cover her exposed skin. As Ray poked his head in, Fenrir let out a sigh of relief and Alice dropped her shirt back to the floor.

“Oh good, I didn’t miss out on much,” Ray said, quickly ridding himself of his shirt and leaning in to press a kiss to each of their lips. “I saw you both sneak off and figured I needed to see what my two troublemakers were up to.”

“We’re just here, getting up to no good.” Alice replied, her hand reaching out to trace the sweaty planes of Ray’s abs.

“I can see that, princess.” Ray responded, his usually bright eyes darkened with lust. “Wanna show me what you two were up to?”

His hands casually fell to the small of each of their backs, gently and quietly urging them to continue where they left off. Fenrir smiled, his hands falling to Alice’s hips as he pulled her in to press another kiss to her lips.

Alice’s skirt was hanging loosely on her hips and while the pair got back into their groove, Ray unzipped the flowy material, watching as it fell off her body in a pool of fabric by her feet, only left in her undergarments and white knee high socks.

A moan left her lips as Fenrir nibbled on her lower lip and Ray stepped behind her, his hands reaching up to cup her covered breasts as he leaned in to suckle on her neck, the taste of sweat and sunshine dancing on his tongue as she involuntarily pressed back into him.

One of Fenrir’s hands snaked up, messing with the clasp on her bra once more and before he could lose his patience, Ray’s hand joined him, holding one side as Fenrir finagled the other, sighing in relief as the elastic gave way and peeled away from her body. Fenrir traced his way down her body, his lips and tongue tracing the other side of her neck that Ray wasn’t nibbling on and making his way down to her pert breast.

As Fenrir’s mouth enclosed over her left nipple, Ray stopped his attack on her neck for a moment as he watched his boyfriend pleasure his girlfriend. Alice’s breath came out in soft gasps, and Ray’s mouth brushed the shell of her ear as he leaned down to whisper, “feel good?”

“Yes,” she moaned out and Ray watched as Fenrir’s teeth bit down gently on her other nipple. “So good.”

Ray’s hand snaked down into the front of her underwear, and he moaned out as he felt the wetness that had pooled in between her legs. Alice, who had been doing a good job at holding herself up despite the ministrations on her body, felt her knees buckle and Fenrir’s arms wrapped around her hips, detaching his lips from her body as he picked her up and unceremoniously threw her on the bed before Ray could protest.

“Ouch!” She cried out, pulling a book out from the sheets and throwing it to the floor. “Hey, be careful with my babies.” Ray protested, walking over to Fenrir and unbuttoning the other man’s pants, trying not to laugh as underwear as pink as his boyfriends hair came into view.

“I know you’re talking about your books and not me,” Alice said, pushing herself up with her arms and resting on her forearms, her slightly spread legs adorned with knee high socks taunting Ray to fall into her warmth.

As he peeled off his own shorts, Ray watched as Fenrir made his way up the bed, crawling over Alice and attaching his lips on her neck once more. Ray took place at the foot of the bed, gently peeling off her wet panties and kissing her socked calf as his hands ran up her bare skin of her upper thighs, lifting her legs over his shoulders as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, relishing in the way that she wriggled in his grip. Glancing up at Fenrir and Alice, he watched as Fenrir’s fingers pinched at her nipples while their tongues melded together.

Ray leaned in, licking a stripe up her sex, the taste of her wetness falling onto his tongue and making him press his hardon into the side of the bed for some sort of pressure. She moaned as she felt his tongue flick through her folds once, twice, and three times before his fingers joined in, two of them pushing into her gummy walls, his tongue flicking at her clit as her hips moved in time with his fingers.

He looked up, catching a gaze of Fenrir laying on his side, her head turned towards him as she sucked his hardened length into her mouth. One of Fenrir’s hands was in her hair as the other one rubbed her bare skin anywhere he could reach comfortably. As Ray continued his pace, his other hand reached out to hold her moving hips down, able to make harder, faster, more precise movements. From above, he could hear her muffled moans and Fenrir’s praise.

“You’re so pretty, princess.” Fenrir cooed, his hand pushing her bangs back from her eyes. “You’re doin’ so well takin’ the both of us.” Alice made a sound that was almost like a coo and as Fenrir was talking, Ray felt her pussy clench around his two fingers, signifying to him an impending orgasm. Instead of lightly flicking at her clit with his tongue, Ray leaned in even further to suck it into his mouth, his lips tightening on the hardened bud as his fingers continued their faster pace.

“Gonna cum for us, sweetheart?” Fenrir asked, his hips pushing into Alice’s mouth as his own pleasure started taking over, his hands once again groping at her chest. Ray stayed quiet; he didn’t want to let go of the pressure he was putting on her clit until she had cum on his fingers, hard. And it didn’t take much more. One final pinch to her nipple from Fenrir sent her over the edge, Alice’s legs shaking and her body writhing against the two army members.

As she was coming down, Ray’s fingers were still moving in and out of her gushing pussy, his lips releasing from her clit as he kissed up her stomach, stopping to playfully lick at her breasts, before leaning in and kissing her forehead. “So perfect,” he whispered, her half lidded smile making the butterflies in Ray’s stomach stir.

Alice was stroking lazily at Fenrir’s cock, catching her breath as Ray leaned in to kiss the other male, Fenrir’s tongue eagerly licking into his mouth to taste the remnants of Alice’s orgasm. Ray was all too willing to accept his tongue and he gasped out as he felt Alice’s other hand dip into his underwear and pull his cock out, her hands working on both of the men in tandem as they shared a sweet kiss.

Without saying anything, Alice raised herself to her knees and bent down to suck Fenrir’s dick into her mouth once again, this time with reignited vigor -  using her hands to work the portion she couldn’t fit in her mouth as her head bobbed up and down. Ray pulled away from the kiss, watching as her butt moved in time with her head and he stroked his cock lightly as he positioned himself behind her,

His fingers rubbed a stripe up and down her folds, testing to make sure she wasn’t too sensitive from her first orgasm to take her, but her hips wiggled, inviting Ray in and one of his hands held her hip as the other positioned his cock at her entrance, before pushing in gently, the both of them moaning out in tandem as he bottomed out. As Alice adjusted to his length, she continued working on Fenrir’s dick, and when she was ready for Ray to move, she pushed back against him.

All three of them knew how this worked; they all wanted to be connected as one so as they were figuring out how things worked in the bedroom, a lot of silent communication started happening. Fenrir wanted something, he lightly gripped their hair in his fist. Ray, he asked with his eyes. Alice, she pressed herself against whoever. They worked, and all three loved it.

Ray’s hips snapped against Alice's, starting to pick up the pace as he heard Fenrir’s orgasm. No matter how many times he was told to be quiet, or even had something in his mouth (whether it be a garment of clothing, Alice’s pussy, or Ray’s dick), he was always a tad too loud. This time was no different, as he came in their girlfriend’s mouth, a loud moan broke free from his lips, red from clamping down on them with his teeth to try and quiet himself. His hips thrusted up into Alice’s mouth and his hands held her head down to him, his length hitting the back of her throat as she choked on the seed spilling down her throat.

Alice came up, gasping for air and once she caught her breath, Ray pulled out of her, flipping her onto her back and throwing her legs over his shoulders as he pressed himself into her, leaning down to kiss her once before speaking lowly. “You looked so pretty choking on Fen’s cock. You liked that, didn’t you?”

She moaned out, nodding her head yes as Ray swallowed her moan with another kiss. Fenrir was lying to the side, catching his breath as he moved his hand down Alice’s body, rubbing at her clit in time with Ray’s deep thrusts. “You both look gorgeous,” Fenrir whispered.

“So you can be quiet now, Fenrir?” She asked through broken moans. Fenrir pressed down on her clit in retaliation and Ray felt his release building as her walls tightened around him.

“Quiet, princess. Else I’m sure I can find somethin’ to quiet you with.” Spotting her discarded panties on the bed, Fenrir’s eyes twinkled. “Maybe your soaking wet panties? Were they wet from the squirt gun or from your insatiable need to be fucke-”

Fenrir didn’t even finish his sentence, cutting off as her hand gripped his thigh tightly, her fingers digging in as her second orgasm hit her like a truck. As she creamed on his cock, Ray picked up his pace, thrusting roughly into her to chase after his own orgasm. Fenrir sat up, his carmine pink eyes focussed on Ray as he silently urged the King to come. As he reached the peak, Ray fell into Alice’s waiting arms, twitching inside of her as he let himself fall apart in the comfort of softly spoken words and forehead kisses.

“You did so good,” Alice whispered, pushing his sweaty hair away from his eyes and Fenrir nodded along with her statement.

“I love watchin’ ya both. You look so good together.”

Ray shook his head in protest, pulling Fenrir into the sweaty pile. “No, we look good together.”

“That was really cheesy,” Alice pointed out, poking Ray’s nose.

“Deal with it, princess.” He responded, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to her mouth.

All three of them laid silently for a moment before they started to hear the rest of the army members filtering in, all of the muddled conversations they could hear were the men talking about wanting a shower.

“I could go for a shower,” Fenrir noted, moving to get up from the bed. “And we probably need to clean the sheets.”

“Now you’re thinking sensibly,” Alice teased. “Where was this rationality when you went marching into the enemy lines by yourself?”

“If I recall correctly, you said I looked sexy.”

Alice rolled her eyes, looking to Ray. “I also said he looked dumb, but he isn’t mentioning that part.”

“Are you surprised?” Ray disentangled himself from Alice, standing up and picking her up bridal style, his heart swelling in his chest as she let out a scream-giggle.

“Stop talkin’ about me like I’m not here!” Fenrir whined, following behind the other two to the bathroom fit for a King and turning on the water. Ray set down Alice and she went over to press a tender kiss to Fenrir’s muscled back.

“In all seriousness, you both were ridiculously sexy out there.” She stuck her hand in the tub, the cool shower water cascading down her arm. “It looked rehearsed.”

Ray and Fenrir shared a glance and they both laughed awkwardly. “That’s because it was rehearsed. We’ve been doing stuff like this since we were in school.” Ray explained and Alice laughed at both of them.

“Alright you two, in we go. We’ve been missing long enough that someone is probably looking for one of you.”

“But I’d much rather stay with you both,” Ray said, pressing his forehead to Alice’s as the water fell down over each of their heads, Fenrir working the soap into his tired muscles.

“Don’t worry my loves, we have all night tonight to be together.” Alice said, both of them sending soft smiles. “As long as Ray doesn’t fall asleep early, that is.”

“If he does, it’s because we tired him out.” Fenrir teased, pinching Ray’s butt.

The three of them kept up all of their playful banter as they quickly washed themselves off and got presentable once more. Alice and Ray left the bedroom first, Fenrir slipping out later when the hallway was clear.

The rest of the night was spent sending sweet glances across the dinner table, small lingering touches, and a whole lot of words silently said.

[chloe-caulfield94]

Bay Max has a talk with Samuel

Another portion of my upcoming fanfic. It's 2/3 done.

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Samuel stood in the middle of the school courtyard, looking up into the sky, shielding his eyes with one hand from the rays of the afternoon sun. He heard Max running and turned to her. Before she had a chance to catch her breath, he asked her: “Why are you dressed like that, Max? I’ve never seen you in a dress before, let alone a black one. I don’t think it’s the style you’ve chosen for yourself”.

Wiping sweat from her brow, Max replied: “I was at Chloe’s funeral, Samuel. You remember her? She attended Blackwell for more than two years”.

“Of course I remember Chloe. I knew her better than I know you. Or at least for longer”. Samuel paused. His face became even more sombre than usual. Staring in the distance, he said: “One of the last things I said to her was that she was lonely and afraid. She replied with a ‘fuck you’”. Saying “fuck you”, Samuel smiled wide for a moment. Max had never heard Samuel cuss before. She had never seen him smile like that, either. He continued: “I didn’t mean to upset her. I didn’t mean to make her even sadder than she was. I was just describing the reality of what I saw. I’m not young. Teenagers like you must think I’m as old as the dirt we’re all walking on. But I am still learning. I only recently realized, that we shouldn’t simply accept reality for what it is. Because reality is often disappointing. So we should strive to change it, instead of obediently taking it at face value. I’ve seen so much hurt and injustice over the years. But I’ve never done anything about it. Because I was afraid that by trying to fix what was broken, I would end up breaking things even more. But I was wrong. When you see something broken, fix it, Max. Don’t be afraid of breaking something else in the process. That’s inevitable. People who try to do good sometimes break things. Only those that do nothing to make the world a better place never break anything. If you let that fear rule you, you end up unable to do anything. You end up paralyzed, like your best friend would have been, had she had that accident. When I learnt they wouldn’t let her back into school because of her disability, I tried talking to the principal. He told me it would take three hundred thousand dollars to make the school and the dorms accessible for disabled students. And they weren’t about to spend that kind of money on one girl. And I just … accepted that. Instead of throwing Chloe’s sorrow back in her face, I should’ve done something. I should’ve prevented that parasite Frank Bowers from taking advantage of her. I know how to remove parasites. I do it all the time with trees. And I do have an axe and a shovel in my toolshed. Had I done that, none of the bad things which happened in the past few months would’ve happened. I had a chance to fix an injustice. I chose not to, out of fear of consequences. And in time, that injustice grew so large, that it overshadowed the consequences I’d been afraid of”.

Samuel returned his gaze to Max. She was not bothered by his speech, even though he clearly implied knowledge of her time travels and that he had considered killing Frank Bowers. On the contrary, what he said spoke volumes to her. His next question did throw her off-balance, though: “My question about your dress still stands, Max. Why did you go to Chloe’s funeral again?”

“Again? I don’t understand”.

“Max, you already buried her five years ago. Right after her father was buried, the moment you took your eyes off her in the rear windscreen of your parents’ car. That’s when you buried her in your heart. Yes, it took her five years to join her father in the cemetery plot you’d chosen for her, but that was just a formality. So I don’t understand why you buried her for a second time today”.

All of that Samuel said calmly, with no malice in his voice or on his face. He was simply describing reality as he saw it. And that’s precisely the reason it hurt Max so bad. She didn’t answer his question, because there was no satisfying or convincing answer to it. She changed the subject: “Samuel, trash bins in the bathroom. How often are they emptied? Where does the trash go?”

He was happy to answer, janitorial duties coming to him just as easily as philosophy and mysticism: “I empty them every Wednesday. The contents go to the dumpsters at the parking lot. The dumpsters are emptied every Friday. The garbage truck should be here in about fifteen minutes”.

Max sprinted to the parking lot. She climbed onto the first dumpster, dove headfirst and started digging through what was inside. She ripped garbage bags and almost swam through the trash, paddling with both hands, unbothered by the stench and various oily and viscous substances she encountered. She found a worrying amount of needles, burnt spoons and plastic bags with white powder residue. But that was hardly surprising to her. She was now perfectly aware that despite its glitz, glamour and prohibitively expensive tuition, Blackwell was a human cesspool. She spent twenty minutes digging through the first dumpster. No blue butterfly flew out of the wreckage, though. With great effort she climbed out, leaving bloody fingerprints on the dumpster, her hands bleeding from the needles and glass shards she had found. And then the garbage truck came. She tried to explain to the driver that he was not allowed to load the garbage onto the truck. Not yet. That her best friend’s life depended on it. The driver took her for a crazy hobo. She certainly looked and sounded the part – torn dress, grimy face and hair, bloody hands with a needle sticking out from under one of her fingernails, rambling about time travel. He shoved her aside. When she tried to resist, he shoved her even harder, apparently believing he was allowed to treat filthy hobos like her any damn way he pleased, especially if they threatened to upset his work schedule, which would in turn upset his boss. Max landed on her backside, bruising it. Before she managed to scramble to her legs, the yet-unsearched dumpster had already been emptied into the garbage truck. When she heard the garbage compactor work, she thought it sounded like a cacophony of gunshots. She imagined it crushing Chloe’s corpse. She ran after the truck for a while, but it sped and she lost sight of it. She went back to Samuel, visibly hunched over, the reality that the choice she’d made on the cliff might turn out to be impossible to undo finally beginning to dawn on her.

She asked Samuel in a quiet, but determined voice: “Where do they dump the garbage?” Max expected Samuel to say it was at the junkyard near the rail tracks. That would be an appropriately sadistic twist of fate if both Rachel and Chloe were thrown away like garbage in the same spot. “The photograph … I have to find it” – Max muttered under her breath.

“Max, if you’re after the photograph, then it’s here”.

“What?!”

“You mean the photograph of Chloe’s soul?”

“It’s a photograph of a blue butterfly”.

“That’s right. Chloe’s soul. I found that picture on the ground in the corner near the fire alarm, when I was cleaning the bathroom after the police left. So much blood for such a thin girl … I didn’t throw it away. It’s in my toolshed, on the wall. Right next to Rachel. That’s why I kept a picture of Rachel. I knew that even if Chloe couldn’t find her out there, they would be reunited here. You now that when you take a photograph of someone, you capture a piece of their soul? As a photographer, you should know that, Max. It’s a great responsibility. They are now both dead, murdered by the same boy. But at least a tiny piece of Rachel’s soul and a tiny piece of Chloe’s soul are together. On the wall, in my toolshed. I just hope the drawing pins I used to make them stick to the wall didn’t hurt them”.

Max turned her gaze to Samuel’s toolshed. The door was open. Samuel turned his eyes once again to the sky. Before Max left, he said: “It’s so warm and sunny. I can’t remember another October like that. Octobers are always cold and rainy. This is the time of year when storms come from the sea. When I was your age, there was a terrible tornado. People died. And even in your short thirteen years here, there had to be at least some hurricanes”.

“There were. When I attended middle school with Chloe, we had storm drills. And we put them to use twice. I think one time there were some fatalities among the fishermen, but I don’t remember for sure”.

“There was supposed to be a storm today. But it never came because …”

“Samuel, that’s because …”

“… the spirit is no longer hungry”.

Max’s heart dropped. Then it started pounding. “What did you say? What do you mean it’s no longer hungry? Who … what did it eat?”

Samuel looked at her in surprise, like she was missing something obvious. “Your best friend. Chloe Price”.

“Samuel, in the past six weeks you gave me so many talks about the spirit of Arcadia Bay. You never mentioned it’s some kind of an evil monster”.

“Monster yes, but I wouldn’t call it evil. It’s no more evil than you are for eating all those bacon omelettes. Living beings need sustenance. Often that sustenance is derived from other living beings. And sometimes the most sought-after sustenance is the one that involves causing pain to the creature that is to be eaten”.

Max’s heart pounded so fast she thought it would escape her chest. Her limbs became heavy and ice-cold. If she had anything left to vomit out, she would. She felt like she was in one of the horror movies on Warren’s flash drive. It was not a fun feeling. At all.

Samuel continued: “Think of it like veal, Max. The calf is taken from its mother, which causes pain to them both. Then the calf is tied up so it can’t move too much, or else its meat would become too tough. And after a short and painful life, before it has a chance to grow up, it is slaughtered, the silent, fearful pleading in its sad eyes ignored by the butcher”.

Max knew what Samuel was about to say next. It still hurt like a knife driven in her heart.

“Just like your friend Chloe. She’s had a short and painful life, tied up in this town. All the blows she received softened her meat. She was separated from her father and her friends. A life of desperation. A life almost without hope. A tiny flicker of hope remained, so deep in her heart she forgot about it. Hope for a friend’s return. But that flicker was extinguished by a bullet. That’s why she was so tasty. You would have to take dozens of others to squeeze out a comparable amount of flavour”.

Max closed her eyes. She swallowed the incoming tears. She felt she didn’t deserve to cry. She said her farewell to Samuel: “Samuel, listen. In a moment I’m going to do something that might result in you getting hurt or even dying. I’m so sorry for that. If there was any way to avoid it, I would. But there isn’t”.

“Don’t be sorry, Max. I am convinced that this world is a product of intelligence”.

“Samuel, I’m serious. This is not the time for another one of your …”

“Max, I am not going off on a tangent. Listen to me. I know this world is a product of intelligence, because it was designed. Designed so that it is impossible for everyone to be safe and happy. Whoever made this world chose for it to be that way. In the end, someone always has to suffer. The question is, why would it have to be your friend? Why she? Why not others? Why should she be expected to be devoured? Because she’s only one girl? Isn’t the life of even one person infinitely precious? If something can be simply outweighed on the scales, then its value is not infinite. So the scales are balanced, even though it’s only her life on the first scale and many others on the second. So if there’s balance, the question is why would she be expected to suffer? Max, I don’t want to die. Nobody who’s had a good life wants to. But even more so, I don’t want to live if the price of my survival is the violent death of an abused kid who hasn’t had a good life yet. Perhaps my life is also on the second scale. If so, I should have a say in that bargain. And I tell you, I don’t want that price to be paid for me. I refuse to accept that sacrifice”.

Max had no answer to that. Her mind was fully made. She went into the toolshed. She removed the pin and took the butterfly photograph in her hands. It was wrinkled by water, but the image remained clear. Focusing on the photograph in front of her eyes, she said: “I’m sorry I’m taking her from you, Rachel. But she deserves more. She deserves love and friendship. She deserves care and protection. She deserves to be alive”. In a flash of light, Max was transported to Monday. She grabbed the hammer and started the fire alarm, saving a life, like she was always supposed to do.

[acosmicblizzard]

(★) Ikemen Revolution Masterlist (★)

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

Last updated: 11/21/2022

Total works: 15

Ray Blackwell

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

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

Fenrir Godspeed

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

Luka Clemence

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

Seth Hyde

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

Sirius Oswald

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

Lancelot Kingsley

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

Jonah Clemence

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

Edgar Bright

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

Zero

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

Kyle Ash

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

Blanc Lapin

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

Oliver Knight

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

Loki Genetta

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

Harr Silver

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

Mousse Atlas

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

Dalim Tweedle

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

Dean Tweedle

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

[seriousoswald]

Very Important Post

I write fan fiction, you can find it here. Below I'll include a comprehensive list of fanfic I've written by title with a brief description (there is literally 1 from the ikerev fandom right now lol) I am willing to take one shot requests for the following IkeRev and IkeSen bois (I do not promise completion within a certain time period.) Please be specific in your request, I will keep everything rated T unless specifically requested otherwise.

Ikemen Revolution (updated as I complete routes):

Ray Blackwell, Sirius Oswald, Fenrir Godspeed, Luka Clemence, Seth Hyde, Lancelot Kingsley, Jonah Clemence, Zero, Edgar Bright, and Kyle Ash

Ikemen Sengoku (updated as I complete routes):

Nobu, Hideyoshi, Masamune, Mitsunari, Ieyasu, Yuki, Sasuke, Kenshin, Shingen

Fanfic master list:

A Tree of Red Camellias (Sirius x OC Female - longfic, 19 chapters 46,000 words - Incomplete as of 09/30/22)

[ilikecreepypastas102]

Does anyone know any good The Blackwell Pages fanfics? I’m not really picky tho I would like some more fenwin content for my gay brain and i’d like something that acknowledges Ray’s existence for once….also if there’s any ReynaxMatt I don’t want it….

[writer-akihiko]

Henlo... my i ask a headcannon of ikerev boys and mc pregnant and how the boys deals her pregnancy mood swing? Thank you ❤

IkeRev Boys + Pregnant!MC

My first headcanons of IkeRev on this blog! These are generally shorter than I would've liked, but I hope you understand that there's a lot of characters!

If you are under 18, do not read. This work contains sexual themes. Please also consider blocking the [#slightly not family friendly] tag on my blog because I still will be posting that kind of content.

Lancelot Kingsley

Lancelot is informed that you would be facing a change of mood while you carry his child. In all honesty, he's unsure about what to expect

He's over the moon that you were with child. The entire night his work was abandoned, spending the hours to hug you close, his hand running over the lower half of your stomach

He hates it when you get pregnancy pains. Mainly for the reason that he can't take the pain away from you…

When mood changes hit, he keeps his mouth shut. For as much as he wants to say that you shouldn't overreact, he values cuddling you in bed

Expect a dinner with your favourite foods after your fits of moods, as his way to make it up to you. He'll dress up, wearing the uniform you favoured the most, as a feast for your eyes only

Jonah Clemence

If you go into fits of emotions, your husband Jonah will also get emotional. Honestly, with the way that he's reacting, people might believe that he's the one pregnant with the child

You tried to keep it hidden, but the one time that Jonah triggered your mood swings was when he tsked at one of the names of your child, unsure about it

He was thrown in a panic at your sudden crying, asking you to tell him what was wrong and resorting to handing you your favourite items just so you could cease crying

The mood swings aren't the biggest thing that stress him out during your pregnancy. In all honesty, he's worried about getting you around, and wants to prevent any accidents of falling

He's making you stay in his family estate where you're well taken care of in your late stages of pregnancy. He's promised to return every night to you, even if you're not awake, as he presses a kiss to your forehead of your sleeping self

Edgar Bright

He's surprised by the pregnancy at first, but he's quick to add up the pieces about your strange behaviour. He even knows that you're pregnant before you do

It's certainly unplanned, but he's not one to get panicked about it. He's joyous, smiling around the office which shocks the other officers, believing he's pulling something sinister behind their backs

He's very good at handling your mood swings, accommodating to them. When you're angry, he'll listen to you. When you're in tears, he'll wipe them away and say that you're alright

He's gotten used to predicting the kinds of moods that could come about with you. He even has teas to calm you down if you need it

The thing he hasn't gotten used to is your aches. His massages are helpful, but he frowns every time they return. In his childish moments, he scolds your body for hurting you such as 'YN's body… stop hurting my beloved alright?'

Kyle Ash

He may be a doctor, but he's not always a sharp one with how much he'd drink in one night. It just so happened to coincide with the moment you decided to tell him you were pregnant

Well, it's not like he remembers with the hangover. Kyle soon asks you to help him recall what happened, and initially it wasn't a big issue…

Until later in your pregnancy, you kept reminding him of the incident. Really, it's not you, nor does he blame you, as he soothes you while you're upset

The one thing that shocks everyone about your pregnancy is that Kyle Ash swore off alcohol the morning after you told him you were pregnant. Of course, this included Zero locking up the bottles in your house at the office instead

He's a man of sheer will when it came to you, so he kept his word. What he didn't stay off though, was having you in his bed. They do say that having some sensual time eases your aches, as the doctor allows it…

Zero

This sweet ace is so gentle with you when he hears the news. You told him during a tea party of the Red Army, and the officers saw him shed happy tears, gently hugging you as he thanks you

Zero began to doubt his strength, not wanting to crush you and the baby at all, so he starts to stay away from you, even hesitating to hold your hand in those days

He's not entirely aware of the emotional changes that could come with pregnancy, so it definitely stumps him when he can't figure out why you're crying

You try to explain it to him through your tears, but it's too late as Zero is already running out the door to demand the bakery for your favourite pastry that he forgot to buy this morning

He's confused about it, but he's able to help you calm down when you need to. You in turn help him be comfortable with touching you, him touching your rounding stomach bringing an intense blush to his cheeks

Ray Blackwell

He's over the moon that you're pregnant, but soon he grows anxious that he doesn't know much about what might happen to you besides your obvious physical changes

He was surprised that it was given an okay by the doctor to be sensual during your pregnancy. Not that he's complaining, but he still makes sure to surround you by pillows to support you

Ray mostly thought that your change of mood was because he did something wrong. He feels even worse when you apologise for it, since you can't help it

It's a learning curve to help you, but he'll study every book about it if it means he can be a better husband to you

He loves putting his head against your stomach and kissing it, then kissing you. He's loving both his child and his beloved wife, and he gets to rest with both of them

Sirius Oswald

With witnessing his mother through the pregnancies of his younger siblings, he's more prepared than you thought he was

Sirius is one who asks you if you need anything first, and whether you're fine with him leaving for work. Sometimes, he stays with you a little longer if you need him to

Well, in all physical aspects, Sirius has it well covered. On the emotional side… he's not lacking, he just needs time to understand your moods

He too feels that it is his fault, often seeking advice from his family on how to support you. There was a time with a mood swing that you hated to see him, where the man couldn't help but worry himself at work

At the end of the day, all the stress melts away when he sees you sleeping peacefully in your shared bed, hugging one of his coats close to your chest

Seth Hyde

He's absolutely delighted by the thought of you with his child. He's much more careful with his work, because he had you and his child to go back to

Your moods fall to being extremely worried to absolutely apathetic about him. He knows you can't control it, so he plays along, being affectionate or heartbroken when the scene calls for it

Seth is very strict about you walking around however. He doesn't want anybody to purposefully trip you over, or anyone on horseback to bump you so no matter what your mood is, you will hold his arm when outside

Seth however, is willing to fight anyone on the streets that comments about your growing stomach. He believes that you're carrying twins, already telling you every night what he thinks they might look like

Moods became less frequent, considering that Seth plays the scenario out hilariously that it causes you to snap whatever emotion you carried before

Luka Clemence

He almost dropped the pot of soup when you told him. If it weren't for Sirius, their dinner would be gone… Well, looks like there was another reason to celebrate!

He mostly wanted to spend time with you, to which everyone excused him for the time being. Your sweet Luka is holding your hand every step of the way…

Well, except for those moments when you decide that you're upset with him, to which he doesn't bother you. You're quick to snap out of it when you hear Luka's voice out the door, asking to be let in

He absolutely doesn't let Jonah visit, yet Jonah always finds a way. He actually prayed that Jonah finds you in a bad mood

Often times, Luka would make sure that you're always wearing something comfortable with comfortable food around you, as he holds your hand in the time he spends with you

Fenrir Godspeed

He twirls you around the room upon hearing the news. He's overwhelmed, going up to everyone he sees, telling them that he's going to be a father!

Actually, he's a nervous wreck about parenting a child. He's worried, but he often pushed it back to concentrate on your needs

He's unsure at first on how to tackle your sudden moods, but being around Fenrir lifts your spirits even though he's fidgeting around

Fenrir learns the changes that happen to your body, and he's noting them down, asking you about any aches that you feel. He's there to massage them away, to the best of his abilities

He makes sure that his work and you are separate. No firearms around you, and when you visit him, he's helping with training or paperwork as to not stress you out

Blanc Lapin

He could tell that something was off, but he didn't expect a pregnancy! It's the first time he's ever speechless, his usual cool demeanour falling as he grasped to your hands tighter

He definitely asks Kyle about it, doing some reading on himself. Before going to bed, he also reads to you what he learns from the books and asks for your feedback on how he's caring for you. He's a busy man, but he tries

He often finds himself staring away at you, particularly at your growing stomach. It's still shocking to him that his child is in there somewhere…

One thing that he never misses out on is eating or dining with you. With him, you tend to vent out your frustrations to him. He often faces your mood swings head on, even so, you're not harsh on him

You fear he overworks himself that he has no time for himself, but your worries are washed away when you find him reading a paper about the names he shortlisted for your child

Oliver Knight

In his taller form, he couldn't help but pick you up in his arms and twirl you around. Of course he wants to raise a family with you! The only issue that he pushed back was…

It was a little odd to walk around with you in the mornings with you pregnant. It made HIM look like your child

The amount of times he had to hold back from punching the people who'd ask him if he's excited for a sibling… He often says nothing, because any skeptics would stress you out

He asks Kyle to accompany you most of the time, and he does get jealous…. It quickly fades when Kyle faces your ever changing moods

Often Oliver is the one who'll make your mood swings vanish, but with how busy he is, he's often worried that he won't be there for you. He makes time, always returning at night to you though

Loki Genetta

He doesn't process what you said at first. Then, your Loki faints from the news, the Black Army having to put him in bed as you wait for him to awake

He's asking you if it's true, and when you nod, he pulls you into a tight hug. He's overwhelmed, incredibly emotional as he cries into your chest with nothing but love and thankfulness to you

He tries to play off that he's nervous, but his thoughts run wild at every possibility that could go wrong. You have to sit down with him and talk him through it

He often tails behind you quietly, but he goes into a frenzy when he sees you cry your heart out all of a sudden… That was your first mood swing

It was a surprise to Blanc to find you and Loki sobbing to each other on the floor of his living room when he got back

Harr Silver

Your Harr was frozen the moment you told him. Nothing you told him got him to snap out of it… and just when you were having a peaceful meal together

Harr is unconfident that he could do this on his own, so he's quick to ask Sirius or Lancelot for help. It's to their shock of course, but they welcome him

You settle near the Central Quarter, with easier access to care. You do appreciate what he does, but your emotional changes cause you to be annoyed with your husband

It's not good for his heart really, as you refuse to hold to his hand. But Kyle said that this could happen, so if you disliked him, this man would put on a disguise to escort you to the doctor's

Harr's adorable way of supporting you makes you quickly jump into his embrace full of love, as Harr holds you gently, his next fear being that he might squish you…

Mousse Atlas

It's difficult to catch your sleepy husband with full attention, so you just so happen to put some caffeine in his breakfast just so he'd listen

YN, if he was still sleepy, he'd react the same as news that you were with child kept replaying over and over again in his mind

It was the first time anyone'd see him so motivated to finish work. Even so, he didn't go out drinking. Instead, he goes home straight to you, to get the nap he was dreaming of, with his arms cradling you and the child close to him

Mousse is learning, but it surprises everyone else that he'd sometimes ask random questions about pregnancy and fatherhood

Mousse surprisingly isn't the target of your mood swings. He'd watch you in amusement as you scold the inanimate object for being in your way, as he simply agrees with your statements

Dalim 'Dum' Tweedle

He thinks you're joking at first, but then you throw a pillow at him. Then he believes it, now comforting you and kissing your forehead with promises of getting through it together

He's your victim of your moods, often getting things thrown at him such as your towel, or your pillow as you pout at him at something he didn't do

He only teases you back, that boyish smile of his getting you back every time, as you pull the sheets closer to your chest

Of course he's going to bed you to help you with your pregnancy cramps! If it helps, he's willing to try anything!

At the end of the day, he sits on the edge of the bed, his fingers ghosting over your skin with his eyes filled with adoration at your sleeping, growing form…

Dean Tweedle

Dean is on his knees when he hears the news. He has his head to your lap, letting you play with his hair as he takes the moment in…

After that, it becomes incredibly hectic. He tries to reschedule everything so he'd be home by the evening, but sometimes you take it upon yourself to go to the academy or library

His students are in awe at how their stoic professor turns to an absolute mess, worrying about every inch and hair on your body, asking you if you struggled, whether someone bothered you-

Most are aware, but those who aren't… They often give you a hard time, causing you to go into a fit as the newly appointed guards won't allow you to see your husband!

Dean is equally upset, so your continuous mood is justifiable in his opinion. As he watches you, he's simply glad that he's not the target of your rage…

[aquagirl1978]

headcanons for Alice like uhhh do you know those anime girls who puts their drinks or boba tea between thier breasts? JDJDJEJDHJDHEJDJJE HOW WOULD THE ARMY BOYS REACT 😂😂please thank you 😘

Hello anon! While I am not familiar with that myself 😂 I did some googling, and I think this is what we are looking for here?

I hope you don't mind that I write this more of a group reaction (one for each army) and it ended up being a drabble, not a headcanon exactly.

Black Army

"Alice! What are you doing?" Fenrir asks when he sees Alice sitting in the main room, drinking her boba.

"Oh this? It's just, um, something I can do?"

Fenrir plops down on the couch next to her and grabs the drink. "I wanna try this."

Seth wanders into the room, staring at the pair quizzically. "What are we doing here?" He plops down on the couch next to Fenrir. The two boys are now taking turns, trying to balance the drink on their chests, both failing miserably.

Luka walks in the room, and promptly walks out muttering. "I don't even want to know."

Sirius hears the commotion, and pops his head in the room.

Seth, with the boba still on his chest, shouts to Sirius, "Hey, do you want some boba?"

Sirius shakes his head. "I really can't leave you unsupervised, can I?"

"Nope," Fenrir agreed, stealing the boba from Seth.

Not to be left out, Ray enters the room. "Did I hear boba?"

"Oh no, not you too!" Sirius scolded Ray when he joined the others on the couch.

"What? I'm thirsty," Ray said innocently as Fenrir balanced the cup on his chest.

"Come on, Sirius, you know you want some," Seth sang. "You'd be perfect at it too," he added, his gaze lingering on Sirius' broad chest.

"I am done with all of you!"

Red Army

"Here Alice, I brought you some boba," Edgar says cheerfully as he enters the main room with Zero and Kyle. Alice thanks him, and proceeds to place said boba on her chest and sips the drink hands free.

Needless to say, all 3 men stare at her incredulously.

"Whatcha doing there, Alice?" Zero asks.

Alice looks confused. "You've never seen this before?" All three shake their heads, none of their eyes leaving her chest.

"Oh, there you are. I was looking for you -" Lancelot stops in his tracks when he sees what is going on.

"Lance, have a seat. Alice is showing us a new trick," Edgar's eyes are still on Alice's chest.

His curiosity piqued, Lancelot joins them on the couch, watching intently as Alice demonstrates how she drinks her boba.

"Where is everyone today?" Jonah mutters as he enters the room. He suddenly stops when he sees Alice's "demonstration". His eyes go wide. "Oh. Oh! Alice! What are you doing?"

Alice looks up, boba still in between her breasts, and waves to Jonah. "Hi!" And then she takes a sip from her drink, hands free.

"This is not proper behavior for Alice! Don't you all have work to do?" Jonah stares hard at Lancelot, whose eyes are glued to Alice. When he sees no one is paying him any attention, Jonah huffs and turns, leaving Alice to her boba. And her men.

[xxsycamore]

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬

↬ What if Ray Blackwell's biggest trauma never happened?

Ray; Fenrir; Alice; original male characters - the missing army officers • rating:��G • tags: Spoilers for Ray's route and backstory; Trauma; What-If; Everybody Lives; Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; Injury; Injury Recovery; Prosthesis; Scars; Bittersweet • wordcount:  1,565 • masterlist

a/n: This fic came to be in a very interesting way... @the12thnightproject suggested a Reverse Ask game, where we pick a playing card that corresponds to a writing prompt… I went with the King of Spades for Ray Blackwell, because of course I did, and. Well. It didn't expect it to be THAT GOOD.

The prompt I got for the King of Spades is: Nobody Dies, Everybody Lives.

"Ray cheated! Ray cheated!!"

Fenrir jumps from his seat, almost slamming his palm on the table in the process - which would undoubtedly reveal his hand. While trying to sneak a peek of his cards, the other officers seated around the table let out a barely audible snicker.

"Oh c'mon his eyes flashed red! I saw it!"

Frown deepening, Fenrir watches his buddies ignore him as Ray casually robs him of cards he won unfairly.

"I CAN'T be the only one that saw it! Robert? Clyde??"

Clyde shrugs, tapping the fingers of his prosthetic arm against the table as he waits for the next turn - but the former doesn't as much as look at Fenrir's direction. Seeing that even the 9th of spades who is a terrible liar has no concern readable anywhere in his body language, Fenrir sighs. Deeply.

"The cookies are ready!" Alice walks into the room, and the mouth-watering aroma of freshly baked cookies from Luka's recipe walks with her. Seeing that the pink-haired Ace hasn't processed to fill his mouth with cookies yet, Alice is almost concerned. She was so ready to scold him that now the scene looks unnatural...

"What are you guys up to?"

"Fen is being a sore looser again." Ray half-nods in the direction of Fenrir, eyes busy in his hand. In the next second, he's done organizing his cards and throws them on the table. Despite his obvious self-satisfactory, the winning hand is in Clyde, who also reveals his cards. Still, there is no surprise on Ray's face. "And that makes another victory for Clyde."

Fenrir fake-cries into the palms of his hands as Alice places the cookies on the table, where Robert has already swept all the cards towards him and began to shuffle the deck. He blows a tiny emission of air upwards to move the annoying strands of red hair off his forehead, and for a second the scar he hides underneath is visible. "Anyone wants to see a card trick?"

Fenrir slides his hands down his face, revealing a grumpy expression. "Don't bother, Rob, king's gonna use magic to guess the card. The bastard."

"Ahahah." Ray takes a cookie but pauses before putting it in his mouth. "You mad, Fen? I thought you were going to praise me for learning to control my magic so well."

Fenrir scoffs, appetite winning over his pettiness as he reaches for a cookie as well. "...Just don't use it too much."

The serious note in his tone doesn't go unnoticed by Ray. It's hardly about cheating in games anymore, as it's known what the effects of using magic have on those who are born with it. It's so much like his best friend, to worry about him when it comes to that. Ray's smile doesn't leave his lips as he reassures him.

"You know that this is nothing, Fen... but don't worry about me, I'm not going to overdo it."

Alice watches the exchange with interest, feeling the slight change in the otherwise carefree mood around the table. Robert and Clyde felt it too, judging by their expressions.

"Alice, do you wanna go for a walk around the barracks? Let's see those night-blooming flowers Sirius was talking about."

Alice jumps as Kent, the 5th of Spades that is in the habit of appearing out of nowhere, taps her on the shoulder. She didn't even notice him being in the room in the first place... no wonder why the army values his skill to sneak up on enemies. She is about to ask what's gotten into him so randomly, but then the green-haired officer winks at her.

After a warning to leave some cookies for the others, Alice and Kent go outside - but nowhere too far off. There's a small bench situated just under the window of the room where they left the others. Kent sits first, and pats the place next to him.

"What do you want to talk about, Kent? Everything alright?"

The officer nods and props his arms next to him on the bench, looking at the sky.

"You looked a bit lost just now. I guess they haven't told you yet."

"Haven't told me about what?"

"Ever wondered about why Robert, Clyde, Fenrir, Boss and me all seem to know each other since forever?"

Alice rubs the tip of her shoe in the ground, humming a little. "If I'm not mistaken, Fenrir and Ray know each other since their school days. Maybe you guys attended that school too? You're not the same age, but perhaps..."

"That's true. We were in different grades, but something happened one day that led to our fates being ...intertwined, so to speak. Ahhh, I sure hope the guys don't mind me telling you all of this."

"I can keep it a secret if you want, Kent!"

Kent's smile lessens Alice's worry, but it goes away as quickly as it came. His violet eyes tremble slightly as she looks at his side profile, as if thousands of pictures flash behind them. He begins.

"One day, some people in long black robes came into the school. I was alone then, and asked politely if I could help them. But out of nowhere, they grabbed me and tried to kidnap me."

Alice's breath hitches, blue irises filling with the reflection of Kent as her eyes widen in shock. He continues.

"I didn't know a single thing about fighting back then. Truth to be told, I was very scared. I'm guessing you didn't expect to hear this from me, haha... But it's true. If it wasn't for Ray, I..."

"Ray saved you?"

"In the end I was saved by him, yes... but it didn't go as smoothly as that. When I saw Ray approaching, I felt relieved - I was super lucky to be found by the strongest, most popular guy in school. Man. Ray was so cool back then."

Remembeing a bit of what Fenrir shared, Alice hums quietly. Fenrir and Ray were both popular with girls, but other than that, they were one heck of a duo that takes care of the bullies in school. Imaging them fighting back to back, back then, just like they do today, Alice is able to crack a smile.

"But there was something else in his sharp gaze other than fury. His eyes seemed to burn with hatred for the people who attempted to kidnap a student in board daylight - they burned and burned, until they got red. Quite literally. Other students started rushing in the place where we were, and suddenly it was total chaos - I got thrown to the ground and couldn't see what happened, but in the middle of the crowd where Ray was surrounded by those strange men something suddenly started to glow with a strong light. I heard an explosion."

Kent's hands ball into fists, trying to summon a note of lightheartness in his tone for the sake of not worrying Alice too much.

"When I came to, I was okay. Nothing more than a few minor injuries that went away in a week or two. But not everyone had my luck. I still think it's not fair. Ray tried to save me, and those people..."

"So... this is how Ray found out he is a magic user. Tell me Kent, did anyone..."

"Ahh no, don't worry Alice. There were no fatalities. Fortunately. But it was a close call."

Alice lets out a breather she didn't know she was holding into. Then realization hits.

"Is Clyde's hand-"

"Yep, that's what happened to him. And the scar on Robbie's head too. But those guys don't hate Ray or anything like that. Jeez, seeing how much Clyde loves that prosthetic arm that doubles as a gun... I can't imagine a world where Fenrir is the only gun-crazed maniac in the army. These two are tough, they aren't officers for nothing. The guilt Ray felt for them was massive back then, he dedicated himself to caring for them in the very beginning. And I, well, I was there too. I owe him so much. I don't wanna know where I would be, if it wasn't for him."

That explains so much. Everyone among the officers is aware of how hard Ray works on controlling his magic, even if he uses it seemingly without any difficulty. Alice would've never thought something like this happened to him, or to the other four men.

A day that almost went down in the history of their lives as the darkest; an incident not to be spoken of but never forgotten.

Laughter comes through the open window above their heads. It's Fenrir's, this time, and Alice assumes the Ace finally got back at his best buddy for the cheating before. But Ray's own laughter follows, just as loud and hearty, filling the starry night outside the window.

Alice thanks Kent for telling her their story. His own bravery needs to be remarked, but he seems to get shy as soon as she comments on it... well, he's just like that.

A world where Ray doesn't laugh as loudly as he does now.

Where he doesn't use his magic casually over a game of cards, where he doesn't smile as often, and is instead drowning in a sea of guilt noone knows about.

"Let's go inside before they can eat all the cookies!"

Alice is grateful such world doesn't exist.

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Ray and Alice angry sex ask - nsfw couple story

Warm/Ray/Smut 

[maria-chwan]

What is this morning?

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Summary: Finished!! Unexplained and crazy shit happens in the morning because the Black Army wants to do favors. Reader didn't expect this. Softness, unexplained craziness. That's it.

Characters: Black Army (Ray, Sirius, Luka, Fenrir, Seth), Reader

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Sometimes you live a series of moments that feel like a dream. Unrealistic.

Today morning you feel like you are living in a haze. You have to wake up at five a'clock today, to go to work. You have to take the bus and travel almost an hour to the work.

You wake up when your alarm clock goes off. The birds have barely began singing outside.

Instead of being alone in your room, the first thing you see is Seth sitting in the chair in front of your table. Then again, you are too tired to freak out about it. Seth shuts up the alarm with a press of a button. He is sitting with his legs crossed while you keep laying underneath your soft covers for a couple of minutes.

Finally, you get up and softly walk to your closet to change your clothes. It is silent in the room, even though there's two of you and you haven't invited Seth.

You leave the room. The house is silent. Cold gray morning light colors the hallway. You walk to the bathroom with a blank look on your face. It is so early.

You stand in front of the mirror in the bathroom. Again, you haven't invited any company. But it's too early. It's understandable that you barely notice Sirius. He emerges like a ghost from the corner of the bathroom while you grab your toothbrush. You don't acknowledge him as he stands there, brushing your hair while you brush your teeth.

Maybe you are listening to music with your headphones, maybe you are not. It is silent in the house. Nobody speaks a word. You don't want to disturb, and you feel undisturbed.

You make yourself breakfast in the kitchen. A simple meal under the gray morning light, just enough to sustain you. Damn, you think to yourself. There is no escaping the long work day you are going to have today.

Nobody else has to wake up this early except you. Your mood is flat, until you notice that it's you and Luka alone in the kitchen.

Luka pulls out a chair for you. He pushes the chair closer to the table after you sit down. You smile slightly.

You remember Seth and Sirius from earlier. Finally, something inflates inside of you. You don't think much about it, but you aren't ignoring it anymore.

You eat. Damn, you think to yourself again. You are going to work early today.

You are like a zombie, being awake at this miserable hour. And damn, you think to yourself. There really is something unexplained and unrealistic happening in the house this morning.

Something with the boys...

It's time to leave the house and go to the bus stop. You may be unmotivated and tired to go to work, but you are smart enough to expect something similar to earlier favors to happen when you go to the front door to put your shoes on.

You are correct in your expectation. When you are putting your shoes on, a coat is being offered and held open for you so that you can slip your arms in the sleeves. You can thank Sirius for that.

You adjust the bag on your shoulder, slowly blinking your eyes. You haven't stopped feeling hazy. It's early in the morning. You step closer to the front door. At the same time you step closer to the hat stand that stands next to the door.

Fenrir is laying on top of the hat stand.

As you reach out to open the door, Fenrir reaches down while balancing himself. He is hanging off from the hat stand while his legs grab it. While reaching out like an acrobat, he holds out a face mask to cover your face.

You stop in your tracks. Fenrir hooks the face mask behind your ears so carefully, without saying a word.

You don't ask. You open the door to see the sunrise. You hear the birds chirp. A slightly disturbing sound in the morning.

You close the door behind you. You walk to the bus stop in a haze. But you are also feeling better. Because the boys did something.

Ray is standing alone in front of the bus stop, dressed in his coat and a sword on his hip. He nods at you and waits without speaking until your bus comes and when it comes, he steps inside with you.

He sits behind you in the bus. You don't speak. He keeps you silent company and when you step out of the bus, he is in the window smiling at you as the bus drives away.

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[janumun]

Filled Out In Love (IkeRev Ray/Reader/Lancelot - NSFW)

Rated: NSFW/18+ Pairing: Lancelot/Female Reader/Ray Words: 2k

Warnings: cock-warming, exhibitionism, polyamory, double vaginal penetration, (heavy on) breeding kink, Kyle needs to be paid double triple of whatever your government is paying him, Kingsley!

Summary: A guide, and careful calculation, to producing successors to Cradle’s most powerful, beloved Kings (and their one Queen).

Author’s Notes: 😂😂😂 For your bravery in owning your kinks out and loud, please let me throw two extra kinks your way, @queen-dahlia. There is a lot of horn and plans around breeding here, dirty talk about filling up and all-centric on making her pregnant [Alice is equally eager], so if any of that sounds like it is not your cup of tea, please feel very free to click away!

[Requests are open, up till the 11th of July, dear readers, if you’d to pop in and ask for something. Happy Reading!]

It is an important and singular night, they’d discussed as much. On numerous occasions; being pressed in between their bodies in loving, protective embraces, or when she had them pressed deep inside her body. The three of them tuned into staccato, desperate bursts of movements until all they sought for, was the break of her pleasure, and in that; theirs.

Lancelot’s wish had been the first she’d heard, out of her two. His face marked in exhaustive — flushed exertion — perspiration, as he pulled back out, languid, then pushed back in. Aligning their foreheads until she’d felt the fever of his heat on her skin, and then, imbued in his desire, “I wish to make a mother of you, Alice.”

That night had ended with their sounds bursting and interweaving into the humid stillness, with the clamp of her around their cocks, deep, until they’d spurted into her. Pressed into a tumble of heat and kisses.

They’d talked it over, later on, in much more sensible spaces and with not fogged minds, and decided upon the course of peace in their lands and of their lives. Her Kings were made aware — and the three had discussed, in great length — of her menstruation cycles and fertility period, all with an expert doctor’s opinion, on hand, at all times. A stimulating experience, and an anticipation: the mere thought of it.

What she had not expected was their attending clinician Kyle’s visit to the Kings’ common office at that very moment, to discuss the withdrawal of their contraceptive methods and his prescription for a couple vitamins and guidelines in regards to certain medications. A regular check-in, a norm that she’d come to expect, over the course of their few days, with their new goal in mind.

She had not been prepared to greet Kyle in her... extremely indisposed position, seated and squirming atop Ray’s cock as Kyle had continued to list down precautions and measures they could take during the period of their ‘trial intercourse’, from across the single, merciful barrier of an intricate, carved worktable in between them. A mere piece of wooden barrier obstructing the doctor’s gaze from their obscene display.

A brush of gloved digits across her hip, in a soothing stroke once, was all the acknowledgement Ray had afforded; the heat of his hand she’d still felt through the material of her skirt smoothed wide across her lap and over him, hiding her desire and shame, from view.

Lancelot, seated a few paces away, hadn’t let his gaze stray from hers throughout the entire ordeal, except for when cool cerulean rolled, inscrutable, down across the flare of her skirt — she’d twitch every time it did — before sweeping back towards her.

Her Kings, intent on being entirely meticulous in preparing her for themselves. They’d told her, that they intended on seeing her cared, very well for, during this important period — even more so than usual, far more than she could take — they seemed intent on seeing their promise through.

Kyle’s parting gaze had been mild questions unanswered, but she could not bring herself to spare any more care to anyone not Ray or Lancelot.

The moment the door clicks shut, in finality and much needed privacy, Ray’s hips heave upwards, jostling a broken shriek from her throat. “This is what you wanted, yeah? You’ve been soaking all over me, ever since he walked in.” Gripping and crushing the very words out of her, with the gentle yet relentless grind of his hips. Ray does not sound displeased; more tickled. “Clearly, the doctor’s input has been much help.”

A soft, disapproving exhale breaks through Ray’s quiet laughter, “That’s enough from you,” Lancelot speaks, rising from his seat. “I believe she’s been adequately prepared. Let us return to our chambers.” His eyes capture hers for a swift second before finding Ray’s. “I tire of our senseless wait.”

“Always so serious, our stoic lord.” Ray’s whisper is but fleeting memory within her ear, but he complies, plucking her off of his lap and into his arms before striding towards their bedroom.

The crook of Lancelot’s thumb across her rim is anything but uncomfortable and her body begs for him to be made aware in that knowledge as it visibly tries — only tries — and clamps around the intrusion of him. She — regrettably — fails. Her magnificent King is upon his knees on the floor, the carpet beneath, spread just as wine-red and sinfully soft, as the flow of his cape across his back. He genuflects at her side, by the edge of the bed. As if at utter comfort, in between her legs, as she is spread — her thighs thrown wide and welcoming — without shame or cover.

Lancelot fits a second finger from his opposite hand, to stretch her open once more, the slick she feels slosh out of her leaves her crimson in the cheeks. Seated beside her laid form is Ray, boyish delight and mischievous love within noble features, “How is she? Perfect, no?” He shapes it a question but Ray is certainly not asking; his tone well-pleased and pleasant. He lets her own stray hand reach for — blind and needing — to grasp his cock. Still slick from when she left him that way, nails scraping down across the underside of his shaft and he trembles.

“She’s wet,” Lancelot comments, matter-of-fact, moving to insert his fingers into her. She clenches this time round and holds. “You had her stretched around you for hours, and yet she is still so tight.” The statement isn’t condemnation, rather mild admiration served towards his lovers. Lancelot rises to his feet and settles a knee deep into the bed, beside her hip. Towering above, observing. His eyes, flicker, once more to the space of her abdomen and stay. She feels herself clench deep within, in need, at the sight. “Please,” she begs.

Ray treks a careful palm across her temple before cradling her cheek, “You did a fine job, keeping me cozy, kitten. The doctor mentioned you need our sperm viable at moderate temperatures to get you pregnant, yeah?” She moans in response. “The fit was neither too hot, nor cold… you are just perfect. I want to be inside you again.”

“Ray.” She wails.

“Soon,” he promises.

“Alice.” Lancelot’s call is low yet firm, and it settles deep into her belly, where he will too. Soon, she hopes. Sooner, she breathes; her legs cradling around his waist as Lancelot’s hands slip across his belt, unwinding. Releasing himself to settle heavy upon her stomach, right where she thinks her womb might be.

She shatters into another shiver as he aligns himself at her entrance and prods, she almost whines once more, hips rising in unconscious protest to tug, pull. “Breathe, Alice. I need you to breathe.” And then, her Red King obliges, pushing past her resistance, she feels her eyes pop as wide as his intrusion into her, carving deep and up into her every crevice.

Lancelot’s thrusts into her are shallow, testing movements while she scrambles to hold onto his arms, claw at his shoulders for dear life.

From the corner of her vision, she thinks she catches Ray pulling aside Lancelot’s mantle and discarding it to the side. Dragging his own off, in unhurried measure, as if he’s observing a riveting performance unveiling, right in front of him.

And she… is barely coherent after her hours of torturing, steady pleasure upon Ray’s cock; to feel Lancelot moving within her — shallow and not as hard as she wants him yet but still her husband connected. Each superficial thrust grinding his cockhead, it seems against the opening of her uterus. A violation this deep should hurt, but it doesn’t, all except for the ache it siphons out of her to not have him much more further. To not have Ray inside her, together, all three, and be left wanting and empty.

All at once, Lancelot’s pulling himself to the tip in a pleasant, torturous scrap, it drags him against the front of her wall, so intense, she’s clamping hard upon him in release, right before he propels his hips into her in a single, smooth thrust. “We will have other opportunities.” His breath is hot against hers, moments before he buffets her sounds against his tongue, his words she hears before the white-hot spurt of his seed bruises and paints her, “If this is not what gets you with child, we will do it again, as many times as you need it to take root.”

She is not sound anymore, she feels as if she could float out of her mind from the warmth of him but they are not done yet, and Ray makes it known with the way his hands carve beneath her arms to lift and press her onto Lancelot’s front — bared sometime by her Black King, in between their love-making. Her breasts feel swollen, from their earlier ministrations in the day, and the bites Ray left across her pebbled tips still smart with the slick slide of their bodies against each other.

It is unbearably hot and yet, she wants that heat far more, as Ray moves to curve himself against her back, smoothing open-mouthed hunger in kisses across the crescent of her neck.

There is barely a moment to relax before she feels Ray’s nudge along her drenched opening; turning both her and Lancelot to stillness, in want and anticipation — her Red King firm and strong within her once more. Ray murmurs his approval. “You came enough she’s wet and slippery here. More so than before, you both are.” He starts to push at their husband’s base, along with the warble climbing up her throat. “Not doing too badly for yourself, your Royal Highness.” Ray remarks cheerily.

In front, Lancelot’s gaze flitters in a dark, momentary frown; sweeping his fingers beneath Ray’s jaw to hold and tug before he pulses a quick kiss of violence against his mouth, ending on a warning bite of his lip. “Come inside. Quietly now.”

She almost wishes to laugh, because Ray does lose his voice for a moment, before he obeys. “Yeah, okay.” That laugh flees entirely into a groan; Ray having decided to even the odds as he pushes firmer and sudden until she breaks and curves around him as well, the three of them pressing into each other in their intense arousal. A soft curse spilling from Ray’s lips as he begins to move. “So damn wet. Feels… feels good.”

Her time and pleasure following after is a great, dark blur, as her body is moved and loved, cherished and marked, as her Kings please. Ray’s fingers are skittering upon her abdomen while Lancelot’s palms guide against the flare of her hips. Or, the other way around. It’s never quite clear.

“What about growing twins… right here?” It’s Ray who questions, pulsing his fingers deep into her abdomen, she clenches around them both. They groan in unison. “You like the thought of that?” His laughter is silk; exquisite, dangerous and so loving, within her ear. “Cumming so much in you, we really won’t be able to tell if you hold Kingsley’s seed or mine, kitten.”

Lancelot’s fingers are at her hair, tucking sweat soaked locks behind her ear; cerulean now burning with heat within their small, cozy space. “We can have both, and then more, if she wishes. They will be our children, young king, and she will be their mother.” A kiss he lets her chase against his tongue when she moans in enthusiastic consent.

She’s a mere doll now, within their hold, unable to move an inch without their grips and they seem happy to comply, driving into her to chase their combined pleasure. “Take it, Alice and let me see you glow into a mother.”

She twitches, then shrieks, loud into the air as she convulses around them. “Round and so, so swollen, around a Kingsley heir. Give him a new King,” Ray growls.

Their propulsions are hard enough; she feels the exact moment the first spurts of release scorch hot against her walls, forcing her body into acceptance of it all, with no place for escape with how tight they both bind within her.

And with how heavy she feels, deep within her belly; she is hopeful they might just have accomplished their task, after all.

End Notes: Thank you for reading!

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[chaosangel767]

Hi am i too late for the summer of smut? If I'm not can i please request a jealous sex prompt for Ray x Alice? Please make it as dirty as you can thanks😊

Of Course you can. I had a little too much fun with this one. Enjoy! 😘

♠️Mine: Ray x Alice♠️

Fandom: Ikemen Revolution

Type of One-shot: NSFW

Pairing: Ray x Alice

Warnings: jealous, rough sex, spanking, light bondage, semi public sex,

WC: 970

Asked for by:@canaria-blackwell

@voltage-vixen Summer of smut Day 7: Sex under the sundress

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Alice wasn't thinking when she hugged Loki outside of headquarters. It was on instinct from her world and she didn't think about it. It wasn't until she felt Ray's hands around her waist she knew she was in trouble. Ray tugged her back into him, keeping her firm to his chest.

"Aww Ray, don't hog her all to yourself Loki cheekily protested. Knowing exactly what he was doing.

"I'm not hogging her to myself, I'm hugging my girlfriend" Ray's voice is right next to Alice's ear causing shivers to go down her spine. She places her hands over his and glances up into his darkening emerald eyes. Loki frowns before turning away.

"Humph it's not fair you get Alice all to yourself.” Loki disappears into the forest and Ray's hands disappear from Alice’s waist, instead tugging her hand to pull her into the armory, shutting and locking the door.

"Ray," Alice protests but is cut off by a passionate kiss. Ray's kiss is demanding, immediately deepening it as he backs Alice up to the empty table. Alice accepts the rough kisses, clutching tight to Ray's uniform as she moves backwards for him. He stops kissing her lips, trailing nips and rough kisses down her neck and yanks down the top of her sundress, exposing her nipples. Alice whimpers his name as he captures her nipple in his mouth and sucks harshly. She laces her fingers through his hair and tugs, eliciting low moans from him.

"When are people going to learn you are mine" Ray growls as he nips back up her neck, leaving a trail of marks. A low moan escapes her throat and she jumps as Ray's fingers dance along the hem of her sundress. He grabs her waist and spins her around, bending her over the table and admiring the view. Ray grabs her hands and takes off his tie, tying her hands behind her back with it and flips her dress up. Ray growls as he reveals her underwear, quickly slipping a finger past her entrance and into her core. He is rough, reaching around to tug a nipple, pinching it in his hands. Alice tries to muffle her moans, but Ray slaps her ass eliciting a gasp.

"Don't hide those moans from me. I know how wet this is making you. " He growls, causing Alice to shiver, Ray groans at how wet she is, listening to the lewd sound between her legs. With one hand spanking her cheeks, the other occupies her core, causing moans and cries of pleasure.

"What if someone hears?" Alice worries, moaning as Ray continues to press into her, curling his fingers to her g-spot and rubs her ass cheeks. He looks down, groaning at how red and pretty her ass is.

"Maybe if someone hears they will know you are mine." Ray punctuates his statement by sucking harshly on Alice's neck causing her to gasp and cry out, trying to move to find extra stimulation.

"Ray, please "Alice begs as she feels her body start clenching, she knows she is close, but Ray removes his hand instead. Alice whines in protests , but a sharp sting to her ass quiets her down. She feels Ray line his erection up to her, rubbing teasingly along her core for her.

"Alice" Ray groans as he enters her, biting into her shoulder. He sets an unrelenting pace, immediately driving Alice to the edge crying his name out loud. “Already?” he teases, feeling her orgasm around him and continues his rampant thrusts.

He muffles his groans into her shoulder as he continues his brutal pace. He can barely stand the way she clenches around him, but he grips her hip tighter with one hand. The other hand curls around to Alice's sensitive clit circling it and bringing her back to her release, teasing her just on the edge. Tears of pleasure and frustration form in Alice’s eyes as she feels her orgasm approach but be held at bay.

"Ray please" Alice begs, her whole body is shaking and Ray adjusts his grip so he is holding her around the waist as he continues his intense pace. Her soft cries of his name and the clenching of her core drives Ray to the edge.

"Alice, cum with me" Ray demands, not able to hold back. He feels Alice clench at the command before they both fall into their pleasure.

Ray continues to thrust through both of their orgasms, kissing down Alice's shoulders and rubbing her hips. Ray finally pulls out of her and spins her around, kissing her passionately. He looks down at her body and her red ass, tear stained face and bound hands. He quickly unties her hands, fixing himself and her dress. He helps Alice turn around, noting that her legs are still a little wobbly and helps her sit on the table behind her. He rubs his hand up and down her thighs soothingly.

“I am so sorry babe, was I too rough?” Immense worry briefly floods Ray’s mind now that the envy has cleared and Ray looks guilty at Alice. He brings her wrists up to his lips and presses kisses to the inside of them and Alice pulls Ray to her with a shake of her head. She kisses him, resting her forehead against his.

“I love you Ray, no one else can make me this happy” Alice whispers softly, closing her eyes and keeping her arms around Ray’s neck. Ray looks down, peppering her face with kisses.

“I love you too, let’s go, I’m going to draw you a bath.” Ray scoops up Alice and unlocks the armory door before slipping out and taking the back way to his room for a bath. Alice rests against his shoulders, happily and sleepily humming a tune from the Land of Reason.

[acosmicblizzard]

Child Mc hcs pt.1 (ikemen revolution)

Links to other parts: pt.2,pt.3

Don't repost my writings, reblog instead!

I've only completed rays route so characters may be ooc and certain info may be incorrect.

What if instead of being a adult mc fell down into cradle while they were just a child?

Warnings: Spoilers for seths route

Black Army

Ray Blackwell

Pov: Casually catches child that is falling from the sky and just stares at them for like a few seconds then gets hella concerned.

Awesome older brother figure pt.1

It doesn't take Ray long to start looking for your parents but then realizing you fell from the land of reason he takes you back too the black army headquarters.

It also doesn't take long at all for him to get attached too you. You spend most of your time with the king of spades and he often reads you books (if you enjoy reading) from his huge book collection.

He makes it a promise to protect you for as long as you're in cradle and keep you safe from both the red army and magic tower

Fenrir Godspeed

The awesome older brother figure pt.2

After you get taken too the black army headquarters by ray and it doesn't take long at all for you to form a strong bond with Fenrir.

Fenrir often finds ways to let you have fun outside of the black army headquarters without the the worry of the magic tower or red army

if he can ray is legally obligated to come along with you two.

If anyone from the red army or magic tower dare try to attack you, you best believe it'll be guns blazing. Big brother Fenrir ain't gonna be having any of it.

Luka Clemence

Pov: has never dealt with a child before and doesn't know what to do.

While it takes awhile for Luka to warm up too you when he does many things change. If you're old enough he'll start to let you cook and bake with him.

Piggy back rides? Piggy back rides! While they embarrass Luka a bit when he gets use to them he loves carrying you around the black army headquarters and really anywhere around central quarter. If not that you two will be holding hands at all times, Luka wants to be close to you to make sure you're safe.

Looks can often deceive and for Luka that is no exception, the jack will do everything in his power to make sure you aren't harmed and make it home safe. No member of the magic tower nor red army can hurt you with the jack of spades around.

Seth Hyde

Protective older brother noises

After you were brought back to the black army headquarters you were very quickly hugged by seth who started rambling about how worried he was for your safety (i.e. the prologue events but with a child mc)

Dress up games and tea parties galore!

Having a younger sister himself seth is use to taking care of a child and someone younger then him and if you need anything big brother seth will be right there!

He is willing to do anything to keep you out of the magic towers grasps, no matter what happens to him he will keep you safe. He could care less about being a spy for the magic tower now, all he wants is for you to get home safely.

Sirius Oswald

Mom mode activated. This man practically adopts you.

Being a older sibling to like 5 younger siblings he knows very well how to deal with children and how to take care of them.

Speaking about the Oswald siblings, you most likely meet them throughout your time in cradle and become decent friends with them.

The queen of spades will do everything within his power to ensure little alice gets home safely.