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xxsycamore · 3 months

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@chaosangel767 asked: Mo!! I am so happy to see requests open. Congratulations on so many followers 🥳 Can I pretty please have Luka and prompt 18? Thank you Darling 💜💜💜

And I'm happy to see YOU on my dash!! Love you so much!! Yes you can have him, this is such a cute request!!

[😘] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝙻𝚞𝚔𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛…

LUKA:

It's so easy to do whatever you want to Luka while he's cooking. It's a little cheat code of yours that feels almost morally wrong, yet... could you be blamed? As much as Luka shared of himself with you, it would be a disaster if you came to him out of nowhere and started to smooch him all over! Doing it while behind him at the kitchen counter, however...

"What are you doing? Do you have something you want to tell me...?"

Luka's hands are covered in flour from the homemade bread he's preparing, so touching you is out of the question... but even if he were to do that, you figure it would be to caress you and not to push you away, just as you usually find him doing as an answer to your kisses. Without replying to him, you simply press your lips to more of what you can reach of Luka: the reddened tips of his ears on each side, his jaw, his upper arm and shoulder...

"It's not fair when you do that... Makes me want to kiss you all over just like what you're doing to me... But then we'll get too lost into it and... I-I don't want to risk someone walking in there to see us exchanging such an act of affection, even if an innocent one..."

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#ikemen revolution #ikerev #ikerev luka #ikemen revolution luka #luka clemence #ikemen revolution luka clemence #ikemen luka #steal my heart!! xxsycamore's 1500 followers celebration event

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hhoneypop · 9 months

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@hhoneypop. — “ i'm gonna make this last forever, don't tell me it's impossible. . . ”

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mymumisasquid · 1 year

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Here is a list of guys from the Ikemen games who I think would love plus size women.

Masamune Date (Ikemen Sengoku)

Shingen Takeda (Ikemen Sengoku)

Sasuke Sarutobi (Ikemen Sengoku)

Kennyo (Ikemen Sengoku)

Mitsunari Ishida (Ikemen Sengoku)

William Shakespeare (Ikemen Vampire)

Theodorus Van Goh (Ikemen Vampire)

Johann Georg Faust (Ikemen Vampire)

Charles-Henri Sanson (Ikemen Vampire)

Comte de Saint Germain (Ikemen Vampire)

Edgar Bright (Ikemen Revolution)

Sirius Oswald (Ikemen Revolution)

Luka Clemence (Ikemen Revolution)

Keith Howell (Ikemen Prince)

Clavis Lelouch (Ikemen Prince)

Chevalier Michel (Ikemen Prince)

Jin Grandet (Ikemen Prince)

I will not be explaining myself.

Edit: Due to popular opinion (one I did not think of myself because I don’t know much about the character), I have added Jin to the list.

Edit 2: I think all the guys would love you no matter what, these are just the ones who stood out the most me.

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maladaptivedaydreamsx · 9 months

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Luka's good a pretty good point there, y'know-

#ikemen revolution #ikerev #ikerev jonah #ikerev luka #clemence brothers #jonah clemence #luka clemence #ikemen revolution jonah #ikemen revolution luka #my post 📫#aerin.jpg #l'hôtel.ikerev #ikerev.jonah #ikerev.luka #..my tags are finally half working again at best. I'll take it tho ;A;/

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readerinsertfanfiction · 2 months

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Valentines in Wonderland

Long time no see (and long time no fanfiction)!!! Hi @alydra you were my giftee for 'My Ikemen Valentine Gift Echange'. Thank @ikemenlibrary for making it happen by organising the event that prompted me to write fanfiction again!

Fandom: Ikemen Revolution

Character: Luka Clemence

Warnings: food and miscommunication

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“Oh, this is bad,” the Black Jack had mumbled to himself. Staring at the one day on the calendar covered in hearts and all the warm things Luka only recently came to know. Set in the middle of the week. On the one day in the week where he was in charge of training the recruits and examining his troops. Set in the next 48 hours in which Luka knew, he was much beyond whatever time he had to prepare.

“Ah, not good,” Alice said to herself, eyes set on her to-do list. Realising how marvellously she had overestimated her timing and underestimated the demand on this very special occasion she had hoped she could spare for herself. How hopelessly short a day seems when there is one day in the year that is selected to celebrate love. Shorter even with all the orders she had received for the one day in the year in which love was expressed through everything sweet.

“I am screwed,” both said in unison, though neither could hear the other nor did they think of the possibility of such a grand miscalculation happening on both sides.

Even worse was the conundrum when both found the other in the kitchen. Late at night. On the eve of.

Here was Luka, ready to start his late night preparations to make Alice her favourite sweets. He already had his sugar ratio ready, having slowly, but deliberately tested his recipe on his beloved and carefully gauging her reaction.

There was Alice, knowing that Luka didn’t enjoy sweets, sneaking around the compound as she thought of the savoury heart formed pastry she had developed for him, carefully tested out on the various members of the Black Army who hadn’t gotten a clue of the experiment performed.

Both had worked long and hard around the schedule of the other, taking advantage of their gaps of separation to prepare for the best Valentine they were to spend together, yet.

“Luka!” Alice exclaimed, flushing a bright red with the items of eggs, flour and butter in hands.

“Alice!” Luka gasped in panic, a wooden spoon in one hand and sugar in the other.

“Get out!” the both of them blurted out, instinctive in their manner of protecting their precious surprise and clumsy in guarding the heart. This time the unison could be heard by both and some more.

“Late night snacking?” Fenrir had piped up as if summoned. Seth had followed in with a similar question that sounded closer to a demand into the direction of Alice. Even a sleepily looking Ray came in, for once managing to wake up to join the party that filled in the army base kitchen.

How hopelessly the plans of two love doves fell apart, faced with a group of hungry men fresh out of sleep and with the attitude of a toddler. Blessed was the appearance of Sirius that caused all to flee, terrified at the frown between his brows when faced with the distress of his two favourite people in the army.

“What’s going on?” the Queen of Spades commanded, to which both Luka and Alice responded in unison;

“Nothing!”

A denial that struck the other all the more for lying was neither’s forte. Too embarrassed to come clean now as they each fled into the night, into the direction of their respective room.

And so it happened that neither had anything prepared when midnight rolled around and Valentines started.

“How terrible I am,” they both sighed in unison, but again neither could hear the other.

The murmur of the soldiers running in formation didn’t escape Luka, the words harder to ignore when their eyes so clearly turned into his direction. “Last night,” he heard, wincing at the memory.

Alice wasn’t doing much better delivering the orders commissioned from her, the quips of ‘lovely’ boosting her esteem until the customer thought to ask about her plans for Valentines.

“Oh, I’m not sure,” she grinned, gritting her teeth and clenching her heart.

It took the appearance of the Queen once more to fix the obvious heartbreak between the two.

“You are dismissed for today,” Sirius told a stubborn Luka, handing Jack a basket filled with food.

“Express orders from the Queen,” Fenrir had told Alice, uncharacteristically formal for once when handing her an invitation card.

“Luka?” Alice calls out to the nervous looking man with a picnic basket in hands.

“Alice!” comes the exclamation, surprise at the sudden appearance of his beloved.

“I am sorry!” The both of them blurt out in the next instant, cheeks flushing red and eyes wide in hope as they met each other.

How anxious they both felt. How clumsy! How very much alike! Like a heart beating as one, like an unit that had gotten the wrong count.

“Were you?” their voices united, blending in as one and pausing at the same time. “I was,” they started again, realising that the other was speaking and pausing once more to wait for the other.

They didn’t need many more words to really understand. The story suddenly unfolding itself clear as day as their hearts flushed full of love, like the day of work they had.

“Do you want to,” Luka asks, never finishing his question when Alice ran into him, arms thrown over his shoulders for a tight hug.

It was all they needed to understand.

“I wanted to make you a savoury pastry!” Alice admits, throwing out the full truth. She is holding his hand tightly, never parting from his side even as the forest path narrows.

Luka in turn doesn’t allow Alice to part from his side, a smile adorning his lips as he listens, nodding carefully at the recipe that she had been developing for him, as if tasting the very dish she was describing.

“That sounds wonderful,” he sighs, already excited to taste this new dish when the day comes.

And as the forest path narrows, disappearing altogether, the couple walks off the beaten path, revealing bushes of roses that hid a little church.

“Is this,” Alice questions, floored at the beauty of the abandoned place they had walked into. “Wow,” is all Alice manages after, poking one of the roses blooming through the filtered light from the trees.

“Seems so,” Luka says, admiring the way the colours reflect from the stained glass. “It is beautiful,” he echoes Alice’s thoughts as they admire the magic crystals embedded in the glass that allows for the roses to grow.

“We need to repay Sirius,” they both exclaim as eyes meet, glad that they share so many thoughts.

“Happy valentines,” Luka finally tells Alice, glad that the day was saved as he leans in for a kiss.

#my ikemen valentine gift exchange #ikerev #ikerev luka #luka clemence #ikemen revolution luka #I am rusty in my romances

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flimflam707 · 8 months

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Happy birthday Riddle and Luka. And Happy birthday to me! <3 I'm so happy that I can share my birthday with these two cuties! :D

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#fanart #ikemen series #ikemen revolution #ikemen revolution Luka #twst riddle #twisted wonderland #birthday #luka clemence #riddle rosehearts

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queen-dahlia · 1 year

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Angels and Devils | Devilishly Angelic Chitchat

The Jacks are so cute 😂

#ikemen revolution #ikemen revolution edgar bright #ikemen revolution luka clemence #ikemen revolution edgar #ikemen revolution luka #ikerev #ikerev edgar bright #ikerev luka celemence #ikerev edgar #ikerev luka #edgar bright #luka clemence #ikerev collection #event ikerev spoilers #event spoilers

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borku · 2 years

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Welcome to the gang Lilia

#ikemen revolution #ikerev #luka clemence #ikerev luka #ikemen revolution luka #ikemen luka #twst #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twisted wonderland lilia #twst lilia #utapri #utapri ai #ai mikaze #utapri mikaze ai #uta no prince sama

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leonscape · 1 year

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Luka from Ikerev, dunno why he just popped up in my head the moment I started to think 😀😀😀

OMG LUKA‼️‼️‼️

i like luka he’s so cool but i think i’m a little scared of his brother but that’s ok!!

this was a pleasant surprise. thank you anon🥰

he’s super cool

#ikemen series #ikemen revolution luka #ikerev luka #ikerev

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mirangel · 1 year

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ineffable.

genre: general, canon divergence, hurt/comfort

word count: 1.3k

jonah invites luka out for some brotherly bonding. luka’s had it halfway through.

Luka seriously can’t stand Jonah.

No matter how many times the Queen of Hearts stands in front of the Black Army’s headquarters, with a slight, smug grin fading into a tender smile upon seeing his younger brother. Luka could only sigh at the sight of Jonah, finding his legs frozen to the ground as he could only helplessly mutter under his breath subtle, but unsavory comments about the latter. His hands clenches into tight fists momentarily, before relaxing them at his side, then begrudgingly shuffled his way to the waiting Jonah, whose hand was placed at his hip, tilting his head to the side.

“Luka! My darling little brother! It feels like it’s been so long since I’ve seen you!” He’s been trying to keep it that way. “Why don’t we go walk around for a while? It’s been so long since we’ve done any brother bonding.” Luka couldn’t muster a response, but settled for a halfhearted hum. Jonah found it satisfactory enough, and began walking towards the bridge separating the Black Territory, to the neutral.

He was always one step ahead, he muses. Luka outstretched his hand in front of his face, as if he was reaching out to his older brother, but he pushed down his arm with his other, mournfully shaking his head. Jonah was always so far out of his reach, even when he was still living with the former in childhood. He knew he would never be destined for the title of the Queen of Hearts, handed down generation to generation, that his parents would never see him in the same light as they did to his brother; but he didn’t care. His dear older brother, Jonah, would always be there for him.

How have times changed.

But Luka’s thoughts were soon halted, letting out a soft groan after bumping into Jonah’s back. “Absentminded again? It’s okay, we’re already here.”

Lifting up his head, he’s surprised to see a more secluded location. Knowing him, Luka expected to see himself in the bustling town, covered in head to toe with whatever extravaganza Jonah had prepared for him. The soft, rustling of the trees soothed him in an instant; the sweet melody of various small birds charmed the Jack of Spades into cementing himself where he stood, his mouth agape, his eyes glimmered with enchantment, but he would never dare reveal his thoughts.

Almost nothing seemed amiss, until a dessert table in the middle of the lush greenery popped into his peripheral view. It was decorated in pastel pink, green, and purple too, with heaps of macarons elegantly stacked on top of a plate, and what Luka deemed an unnecessary amount of mille-feuille was also present at the scene. Luka nearly let out an exasperated, but gratified sigh at the sight. This is just what he expected from his beloved big brother.

Beloved? He’d never thought he’d hear himself use that to describe his own brother. After all, why would he, when childhood bullying and parental neglect caused him to run away from the Red Territory to join the ranks of the Black Army, who cared not for family blood when taking up the mantle of their titles, but military prowess instead. Jonah himself may not have been the instigator of his terrible experience with the Red Army, quite the opposite actually. Jonah was his sole protector, the one who fought back against his bullies and assured him that even though he was second born, he was never useless; Jonah made him feel loved when he was never loved by his own parents.

But when Jonah would no longer protect him anymore, it was almost as if his whole world was shattered. The pedestal he so carefully maintained chipped away day by day, until that fateful day he left the Red Territory. Of course, he missed Edgar, they were the best of friends after all. But Luka needed his own freedom, a place where he could belong without the need of his brother.

As his mind began to wander back to his days with the Black Army, he thought back to a conversation he had with Sirius and Alice. How they told him that he should try amending his relationship with Jonah, with such tenderness in their voices, he could do nothing but agree. They told him that even if it didn’t work out, he tried his best.

“Jonah…” Luka’s voice came about in a whisper, clutching his arm tight in his hand. “We need to talk.”

Jonah was silent, sitting down on the right hand side of the dessert table before taking a deep inhale. He then pulled his most affable smile, gesturing for Luka to take a seat first, “Over tea and desserts.” He’d urged, taking the highest macaron stacked, and plopping it in his mouth, while Luka made his way to the empty chair.

His mind was racing, even though he was the one who wanted to talk to him, Luka had no idea what he was going to say. Unload several years of inferiority and damage on Jonah? Ask for an apology? Luka was grateful for his more docile nature, if he was more bold like Fenrir, he would’ve probably spilled out everything he was thinking in that very moment.

“Jonah, I—“ His breath hitched, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. “I can’t handle this anymore. I left the Red Army, I left my life as someone from the Red Territory behind.” A tear falls down his cheek, but Luka quickly averts his gaze, turning his head to the right. “Nothing you do will bring me back. Our relationship is irrep—”But he couldn’t finish his sentence, choked sobs replacing the words he wanted to say. He could’ve finally expressed the feelings he kept inside for years. “I’m— I’m not going to come home. So please…”

Luka began to weep, throwing his head back with his body slumped against the chair. His heart hurt so bad, it was almost like he was going to die at that very moment. “When— When you left me alone, I was so upset.” Luka curled his body inwards, grasping his arms with an overwhelming despair. “I thought I meant nothing to you, I really thought King Lancelot was more important to you than me.”

Jonah was at a loss for words, his mouth opening, before closing, opening once more, and closing again. His eyes darted around the dessert table, throwing another macaron into his mouth before standing up and rushing to his brother’s side, picking him up and hugging him in a tight embrace. “Oh Luka, you’re my darling brother. I owe King Lancelot my allegiance, he was the one who told me I should no longer be concerned with how others think of me, as I am the Queen of Hearts no matter how horribly beaten I am by our childhood bullies, no matter how dainty I may seem.” Jonah then whispers, “I never meant to neglect you. I’m so sorry.”

Jonah’s embrace tightens, burying his face in Luka’s shoulder. “I don’t know what to do—“ Luka sobs, pushing weakly against Jonah’s chest. “I don’t want to see you again, but I don’t know what I’ll do if I don’t see you—“ Jonah quickly interjects, “Quiet. No need to speak anymore, Luka.” And so quiet Luka remains.

They stay in each others’ arms for what could almost be considered eternity, listening to each other’s heartbeats that begin to settle down at an even pace. Luka no longer feels so overwhelmed, he felt freer and more comfortable in Jonah‘s presence than he’d been for the past few years.

“I’m sorry Luka. I really didn’t mean to come off as pushy. I really do care for you, you’re so important to me. I— I hope I can do better for you.” Jonah murmurs uncharacteristically, and Luka finds it in himself to wrap his arms around him back, and a response comes much easier than before. “It’ll take time, but thank you.”

Maybe Luka can stand Jonah after all.

#⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎ starry scribe ✧: writing #ikemen revolution #jonah clemence #luka clemence #ikerev #ikeseries #ikemen series #ikerev luka #ikerev jonah #ikemen revolution jonah #ikemen revolution luka

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chaosangel767 · 2 years

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Pls some nsfw hcs with Lancelot, Ray, Jonah, Luka, and Edgar: they come back home and after taking a shower they go to their room to get some rest but surprisingly they find Alice waiting for them while she's wearing only one specific piece of their clothing for example Lancelot's cape or Jonah's pink shirt along with his red leg strap(≖‿≖) thanks!

Hey Darling! 💝💝 Thank you for your request. I had way to much fun writing this one.

Fandom: IkeRev

Suitors:Lancelot, Ray, Jonah, Luka, Edgar

Tagging: @thewitchofbooks, @psychoangelinmydreams, @ikesimp100, @queen-dahlia , @canaria-blackwell , @citizensofcradle , @devildomwritersposts , @ikehoe , @littlewitty , @curious-skybunny , @kpop-and-otome , @aquagirl1978 ,@kissmetwicekissmedeadly , @lordsisterxotome , @tele86, @sarahann-1984 -If your name is crossed out I was unable to tag you. If you want to be tagged/untagged please let me know or fill out this form here.

Scenario NSFW - Suitor comes home and takes a shower. Leaving the bathroom he looks up to find Alice wearing only...

Lancelot

• Alice is sitting innocently on the edge of his bed. Her body is wrapped in Lancelots heavy mantle, but he can see hints of bare skin underneath.

• Approaching Alice while drying his hair, Lancelot raises a single eyebrow at her in question.

• "If I wear the mantle does that mean I am King?" The teasing note in her voice pairs well with the mischievous grin on her face. Lancelot grabs her chin, his fingers brushing along her skin.

• "Only if you can handle the burden the King bears" the whisper is centimeters from her lips, before Lancelot gives her a firm kiss. Lowering her back on the bed behind her he unwrap his mantle from around her body, peppering the skin as it's exposed in marks and kisses.

• His Alice, the sight of her in his mantle drives that fact home. Alice is his.

Ray

• Ray leaves the bathroom to see Alice leaning against his headboard lost in a book. Drawing closer to her, Ray quickly realizes that her 'blanket' is actually his cape.

• Laughter falls from his lips, startling Akice from her book. She smiles when she sees Ray, shifting a little.

• Looking down, Ray catches a hint of brown leather on her thigh.

• "Alice, Why are you in my cape?" Tilting his head crawls over her, straddling her hips.

• "Because it was comfy and you didn't need it in the shower" her innocent smile is at odds with the twinkle in her eye.

• Ray kisses her, hus hands going under the cape, only to realize there was nothing underneath.

• "Naughty Alice" his voice drops as his pants tighten. He is quick to bear her body, not wanting her to be hidden from his gaze.

• He soaks in the image of her laying on his bed, the cape in question sprawled out under her.

• His fingers use his leg strap as leverage to keep her against him as he presses their bodies together, he makes a mental note to buy her more garters.

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Jonah

• When he exits the shower, Alice is sitting in the window. As he draws nearer to her, he realizes she is wearing only his pale pink shirt.

• "Alice" whispering her name, his hands reach out to her, but when his hand carresses her thigh, he feels smooth fabric. Looking down he realizes that long with his shirt, she is wearing his leg strap.

• Feeling suddenly flustered, Jonah slips a finger under one of the buttons on her shirt.

• "You are beautiful" his simple praise does its job as he watches the blush fall over Alice's cheeks. Scooping her up in his arms, he carries her to the bed, laying her down against his pillows.

• Purposely leaving his strap on her thigh, he deftly unbuttons her shirt, watching her skin be revealed. Trailing his finger across her stomach he loves the way she trembles, goosebumps rising in defense of his ghosting touch.

• Keeping the focus on Alice his fingers finally make their way down to his leg strap. Slipping a finger under it, he eases it down her leg. His lips follow it in kisses, the mewls and whimpers are a melody for him alone.

Luka

• Luka's eyes widen when he sees Alice sitting on the bed, his casual jacket is buttoned up, but he can't see anything else on.

• "Alice-" her name leaves his lips in a whisper as he draws near. His face breaks out in a blush.

• "Where are your clothes?" His fingers touch her chin and she looks up with innocent eyes.

• "I got cold while I was waiting for you so I wore your jacket. It smells good." Bringing her hand up, she smells the sleeve with a smile. The raising of the jacket reveals her thigh and hip.

• "Stop that," Luka tugs down the jacket, trying to make sense of the situation. His fingers brush her warm skin and more heat spreads throughout her body. Sitting down on the bed he pulls her into his lap. His finger seeks out the warm skin on her hips. Lowering his gaze, his eyes meet her desire filled one's and he can't hold back his desires anymore.

• Pressing his lips to hers, he hungrily kisses her, his fingers teasing thier way down to her core. As his fingers slip into her core he watches them, set on bringing Alice the same urging desire as he is feeling.

• "My beautiful Alice" his murmur is barely heard above her whimpers as he draws an orgasm, coating his fingers. Pressing a kiss to her lips, he smiles, set to let the heat consume them.

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Edgar

• Alice was waiting up for Edgar when he exits the shower. Surprised to not see her on the bed like usual, he looks around the room for her.

• An amused smile finds his face as a figure at his desk is bathed in moonlight. Drawing closer Edgar recognizes the white and red pattern of his uniform jacket. Approaching almost silently he peers over her shoulder to see what she is doing.

• "Hello Jack of Hearts" watching the way she jumps, twirling around with a startled look Edgar can't help the delighted laugh.

• Pouting, Alice blushes at being caught, she was hoping to get one up on the mischievous Jack. Edgar scoops her up and places her on top of his desk. He can't help but admire her in his jacket, his beautiful Alice. Trailing his finger along her jaw, he pictures her in a full red army uniform and his pants tighten. Massaging her thighs he notices that all she is wearing is his officer jacket and a wicked smile graces his face.

• Slipping his hand in between her legs, he teases her, keeping the jacket on. The stiff uniform fabric brushing against her sensitive skin, the way she arches her back and her nipples brush the fabric. He can't free his cock fast enough, set on making a mess on his desk and on his jacket. After all it isn't the first time.

#ikerev smut #ikemen revolution #ikemen revolution smut #chayaasks #ikerev hcs #ikerev headcanons #ikemen revolution lancelot #lancelot kingsley #ikemen revolution ray #ray blackwell #jonah clemence #ikemen revolution jonah #ikemen revolution Luka #luka clemence #ikemen revolution edgar #edgar bright

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xxsycamore · 1 year

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MO!! I missed your 1000 follower event post 🥺 Congrats so much. I've always looked up to you're writing and I am so excited for you.

For the follower event can I request darling Luka with 💃?

Thank you so much and have fun 💝💝

Chaya!! 💓💓 I could say the same about you, the journey of getting to 1k wouldn't be the same without you and the many moments of joy you showed me. Thank you so, so much! I am taking my sweet time completing your darling Luka's TTLG route, and that means I can have the pleasure of writing your request directly after finishing a chapter and immersing myself in his story 🥺 Hope you enjoy! Have a great day! 💕💕

[💃] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙻𝚞𝚔𝚊 '𝚜, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 。。。

LUKA:

"Why now and here?"

The surprise doesn't leave Luka's beautiful amber eyes even after he falls into a dancing step along with you, swinging slightly to some imaginary rhythm. The ingredients lay on the kitchen counter, halfway mixed into the next culinary masterpiece to leave the kitchen under chef Luka and his dearest sous chef, namely You.

At least that's what the other officers (read: Seth) say in order to tease you. But shame on them! The blush appearing on both of your faces by sweet accidental gestures of love of your own making is unmatched by those comments made by third parties.

Thus, you dance Luka around the kitchen, feeling the butterflies in your stomach flutter about in a dance of their own, and you wonder why you listen to the spurs of your heart when it proves to be weak in the face of a Luka taking the lead with a smile.

"I remembered now... you mentioned something about adding the special ingredient. To add love to a meal, it's logical that we should...perform an act of love."

The typical flow of Luka's logic shows in his voiced thoughts, as he searches for the most literal way of following your suggestion - and you enthusiastically nod at him, realizing that he found your own reasoning for you.

"But... do you think the others would know?"

There is a hint of caution in his expression, a slight frown that makes him even prettier in yours eyes, somehow. His smiling face, and this expression now too, there's just so much to love.

"I love dancing like this with you when there's noone around, but if love really makes the dishes tastier, and we're adding so much of it, they'll figure out."

You nod again, finding yourself taking it as seriously as Luka does. You really ARE tired of their teasing!

Nonetheless, you and Luka find it hard to stop dancing. Now, that would be one way to find out if there even is such a thing as adding too much love to a meal.

∎ For You, My Valentine‼️ - xxsycamore’s 1000 followers celebration party | 💌 event masterlist

#ikemen revolution #ikerev #ikemen revolution luka #ikerev luka #luka clemence #ikemen luka #For You My Valentine!! - xxsycamore's 1000 followers celebration party

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hhoneypop · 9 months

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@hhoneypop. — “ i'm just content with time well spent. . . ”

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mrsclemence · 1 year

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Take me back to a few years ago when I was active on this blog and the only thing I cared about was ikerev and jonah

take me back pLEASE

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maladaptivedaydreamsx · 3 months

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⭐ Luka Clemence - I Love You ⭐

#still begging life to give me his wedding gacha someday or one of the cute comfy pj ones BUT IM NOT COMPLAINING ONE BIT #ikemen card voice lines #ikemen revolution #luka clemence #ikerev #ikerev luka #ikemen revolution luka #my post 📫#aerin.jpg #l'hôtel.ikerev #ikerev.luka #fun fact i was yesterday years old when i realized his hair clips are both a club AND a spade #...... my eyesight isn't the best okay #extra cute attention to detail regarding the black army and their suits and whatnot. adorable precious show stopping-#anyway what with my hair being shorter again now and me constantly wearing clips/half up to keep it out of my eyes..... 👉👈 cute 💜

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readerinsertfanfiction · 2 years

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Indecisive

Today is the day for the release of the Ikerev Gift Exchange! Heya @aquagirl1978 you were my giftee and I hope you enjoy the short story I prepared for you! Thank you to @ikemenlibrary & @sunnyikemen for organising yet another wonderful gift exchange in which my only regret is that I couldn't be more active!

Fandom: Ikemen Revolution

Characters: Lancelot Kingsley, Jonah Clemence & Luka Clemence

Words: +1K

Warnings: mentions of food, lots of indecisiveness

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Dances were, contrary to popular belief and fairy tales, never held at the palace itself. Not the main quarters, at least. For that would disturb the few who liked to rest and retreat into their own confines. So, it wasn't the palace that was decked out splendidly, with the floor polished so cleanly Alice could see herself reflected within it. Yet, one could have mistaken it for a palace, for all that glitter and gold certainly gave it an air of royalty, added with the man in the centre dressed in white and red with a crown on his head to match the gold of his hair.

It had taken a lot for the King of Hearts to agree to the location on the border of both areas, a stubborn insistence that he wasn't going to dance with the enemy. A lot for the black army, who had to concede to the first dance that Lancelot was offering to Alice now, his royal cloak full and heavy around his shoulder, yet featherlight as he moved and gestured gracefully, extending his hand to the stranger from another world with one of his rare smiles and a gallant bow.

"If I may," he tells her and Alice lays her hand within his without a question, both afraid to refuse, as she is too captivated by the glitter and glamour she is hit with at once. Too stunned to understand what is going on until she is pulled closer, a hand hovering over her waist, like the gentleman he is, as her other hand rests in the palm of Lancelot's hand, guiding her into a slow waltz in which she miraculously makes no wrong steps and takes no toes. As if she has practised all her life for this moment, for this dance, for him.

It helps that Alice is unable to tear her gaze away, her eyes drowning in those deep blues of the king who is commanding her every thought, his intense charm nearly buckling her knees as he finally does catch her waist when she gives in to gravity, her ear now next to his lips as he passes his usual threat that now sounds like a delectable promise instead;

"I could whisk you away now."

The thought lingers on within her mind for the rest of the dance and the days after, distracting her from all else and even that what she loves best; baking and food.

"Alice?" Another deep voice, different from the king, more gentle and concerned as much as it is also younger, snaps her out of her mind with the wave of a hand and the bop of dark hair. Luka is staring right at her with golden eyes instead of blue as a little frown appears on his mien, concern evident as much as something more that she can't place her finger on, annoyance perhaps.

"Yes?" Is the dreamy response, before it is repeated in a more alert tone and the shake of her head, "yes!?" the exclamation comes and Alice is bewildered as she stares at the whisk and the bowl and the unmixed ingredients she had so wildly and haphazardly thrown together.

"Everything alright?" The Jack questions instead and Alice cannot answer it in good conscience as she sheepishly tries to fix the ratios before the mixture goes into the oven.

The kitchen of the black army seemed a lifetime away from the night of splendour Alice had spent in the arms of Lancelot, dancing as secret whispers were exchanged, the thought of it alone enough to heat up her ears. The homely smell of spices and melted butter replacing the smell of fresh flowers and heavy perfumes, while the sound of waltzing tunes and warm notes was now the crackling of fire and the hum of the gems hard at work to heat up the oven and maintain its heat.

"Yes, yes, I think so," Alice sheepishly answers, disappointed to find her regular gingham frock instead of the beautiful gown she wore that night. Though, so she supposes, it is for the best, for staining that dress would disappoint a lot more than staining the apron and dress she wore now.

The buttercream comes together, the sound of sugar scraping fading as it incorporates into a smooth mixture as Alice scoops it into a sachet before an idea comes to mind.

"Luka?" she calls, before smearing a spoonful of the buttercream right onto the Jack's nose who looks so helpless on how to react that Alice is wracked with guilt seconds later as she quickly helps him wipe it off.

"How dare you," the accusation flies into her direction not much later, a familiar pair of golden eyes coming into view, but the frown is commanding and demanding instead, the glare noting a confidence that Alice had never found in the younger brother, but that sent her heart flying all the same when they met hers.

"How dare you," Jonah repeated, a huff escaping him as he finally has Alice back, "how dare you be distracted!"

Just another outburst from the Queen of Hearts who had invited her on a date. One where he was sure to steal Alice's heart wasn't it for her mind that was so occupied.

"I have cupcakes, buttercream strawberry cupcakes," Alice tries instead, dodging the look in Jonah's eyes and opening the box she brought, her mind only barely present as she realises they are near the location of the dance.

"I baked it with Luka," she fills in before the frown forming on Jonah's face can turn into one of disapproval and rejection, his face brightening up instead as he smiles so widely and elegantly before he picks up the pinkest cupcake of them all.

"From Luka!" he admires, and somewhere Alice feels bad for using Luka as a distraction to Jonah, when she is distracted herself by the King of Hearts and his promise to whisk her away.

Or the threat. She wasn't sure anymore.

"Here, you have something stuck on your face," she hears, and gentle fingers catching onto a napkin wipe her lips as Alice returns to her date with Jonah, her heart skipping and her temperature rising as she takes in the handsome profile of the queen. The smile on his face when he leans in closer to Alice too much to handle as her mind shuts down and Jonah whispers;

"Have I stolen your heart yet?"

The threat that functions as a promise leaves her in shambles, the spots at her waist and at the corner of her lips burning hotter than her cheeks do when she meets those golden eyes, her heart a traitor to the black army who had taken care of her so kindly.

"Everything alright?" The question rings again from the same man at the end of her date. Dazed and a little inebriated with an emotion Alice can't name, she only nods, wobbling dangerously as if she had too much to drink despite only having tea prior.

The soft touch of a hand wrapping around her waist and chin kissing her forehead are all what keeps Alice from falling to the pavement as her heart stills completely at the thought of those lips so near her own, golden eyes once more coming into view, abashed and urgent as much as they are concerned. Not a commanding blue that dominated her, nor the dominating gold of an older brother.

"You don't feel warm, what happened?" Luka asks and Alice gulps, her mind flying off once more at all these handsome men that are vying for her heart in their own way, their touches overriding the other as she feels herself heat up again and unable to resist the temptation of getting closer, wanting to nip away at those lush lips of one third of the men that has been driving her crazy.

All that holds Alice back, however, is the knowledge of Luka's innocence and the image of the other two men for which her heart races, making the choice impossible to make with the knowledge of another dance and a date next week.

"Can I have your heart?" She dreams that night, the temptation to say 'yes' strong while the asker remains unknown. A name drifts to mind, three names to be exact, and Alice wonders which one of the three asked her this question, which one of the three holds her heart.

#ikerev gift exchange #ikemen revolution #ikerev #ikerev lancelot #ikerev jonah #ikerev luka #ikemen revolution jonah #ikemen revolution lancelot #ikemen revolution luka

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