Hi I Saw Kiss Request Were Open And I Really Wanted To Ask Please Can You Do A Kiss With Luke ? Thank

Hi I saw kiss request were open and I really wanted to ask please can you do a kiss with Luke ? Thank you Have a Wonderful day ☺

They did @vivifucksthevillian but it was older and I had forgotten. (I'm so sorry lovely @queengiuliettafirstlady). Here it is, for you both 💜

Luke x Reader

Word Count: 404

Honey. 

When Luke reaches for you, his eyes soft as the green hills in springtime, hands a paradox of size and gentleness, the sweet feeling that spreads slowly through your limbs can only be compared to the thing he loves most, after you. His strong, calloused palms cup your face with a fragile tenderness one wouldn’t expect from a man of his size. He’s careful, his movements slow, a large beast treading softly so as not to disturb the sleeping fawn in the underbrush. Maybe his deliberate care stems from his surprise that he is allowed and encouraged to touch you like this. That you are willingly and wholeheartedly his. Maybe he’s more of a beast upon whose paw a delicate butterfly has landed, and he moves slow as syrup, in order not to scare this wonder of beauty away.

But you are no delicate butterfly. 

You slide onto his lap, wrapping your own strong arms around his broad shoulders. You are the one who leans forward and captures his lips in a kiss meant to burn away any hesitation, any doubt. He has won the prize of your love and you want him to feel what that means. That under his strength, you won’t shatter, but flourish and meet that power with a ferocity of your own. You kiss him with the force of your desire, your fingers diving into the flame of his hair, grasping the soft strands. His lips part in a soundless gasp and you, opportunist, take advantage of it, eager to taste him. He is warm and sweet, carrying the faint, sugary taste of his beloved honey on his tongue. Your hands, though small, are a vice, holding him still so you can chase the ghostly essence of that sweetness. 

He submits to you easily, his body lax and at your command. Your hands leave the silken jungle of his hair, travel the broad steppes of his shoulders, and end with your fingertips dancing across the wide plain of his chest. His heart thunders under your touch, a wild animal bucking against his breastbone. You press your palm against it, your kiss slowing from the glare of bright wildfire to the slow, steady warmth of glowing embers. Your mouth closes and you press your lips to his, sweetly. Once. Twice. His body shudders under yours, a tremor of emotion rocking his long limbs, love settling itself into your foundation.

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can you describe your favorite body parts of Chevalier, Clavis, Gilbert and Keith

A/N: Here you are, anon. This was an interesting one to think about.

Word Count: 878

Chevalier: Hands

His hands are beautiful. A perfect balance of elegance and power. Hands that as easily grip the pommel of a sword as a black-feathered quill, and both with the same fierce intensity. His fingers are long and shapely, their form belying the strength and agility they possess. Those fingers touch the delicate pages of ancient tomes as well as modern treatises, meticulously careful, reverent even in. They smooth down the edges of rich parchment as he writes in his neat, slanted lettering, not a drop of ink wasted. Not a word too much or too little. They are the second most important tool in Chevalier’s arsenal behind the majesty of his mind. 

You love those hands because you know another side to them. The side that isn’t perfect or controlled. You know fingers that can be clumsy in their show of affection. Hands that hesitate before touching, uncertainty wrapped around his fingers like rings. But you love them because they are genuine and real. And once they touch your body, they are hands that are unafraid to seek out what makes you tremble. What makes you fall apart in his arms. What makes you shake with his name on your lips. 

Clavis: Eyes

His eyes are pools of gold whose shimmer and shine hide the true depth of his soul. You’ve seen them sparkle like gold dust when he is planning something, a window into the sunshine of his mind. He burns bright when he is truly delighted, when he has come up with a plan he is proud of. That golden gleam has sent many in the palace running, at most afraid, at least uncomfortable. That shine can’t mean anything good, they think. But you would rather see the shine of mischief over the dull, burnished gold of pain that can flash in them when he clashes with his brother, that figure that looms larger than a deity in his life. Chevalier can snuff out the light in Clavis’s eyes with a look, or light the fires of determination with a word, a fire that burns on the edge of control. 

But for you, and only for you, those golden eyes grow soft, tenderness interwoven with vulnerability. With a touch, you can bring back their light, the bright and beautiful Aurelian gaze that looks at you with grace and gratitude, love and disbelief. Yes, Clavis, you are worthy of love and you want nothing more than for him to see all that he offers is reflected back at him in your own gaze. 

And when you want to show him, to prove to him bodily how much he means to you, then those whiskey-colored eyes ignite with a different sort of fire and burn bright with yearning.

Keith: Shoulders

Keith’s shoulders are wide and strong. A sanctuary where you can lay your weary head and forget the day’s burdens. A place of comfort, of protection. They shield you from the wicked, from the things in this world that snarl and claw and hiss. They are your fortress. Curled up against him, they shield you like angels’ wings, a barrier to everything that could hurt. When you stand behind him, they are a wall. When you are wrapped in his arms, they are a shelter. And when they are bare, you skim the palms of your hands across them, enamored of their breadth, the sublime curve of muscle and sinew. Your fingers find every small dip, every indentation. And sometimes they bite, nails sinking into those muscles, marking him with the evidence of your desire for him.

Yes, those shoulders are safety and security. Until they turn cold. Until the line of them is rigid and unyielding with tension. Until they go from shelter to barricade, keeping you away, holding you at a distance from those too-clever, malevolent golden eyes, the ones that now look at you like you are prey instead of partner. The power in them now does not inspire admiration, but apprehension. Uneasiness. Fear. 

Gilbert: Mouth

That mouth. That beautiful, dangerous, talented mouth. The one whose smile is a thousand shades of silver. The one that can be sickle-sharp and glacier-smooth at the same time. The one that can spin lethal poison into nectar, threats into effervescent bubbles, sentencing into a whimsical communiqué. Soft words that carry grievous consequences pass through comely lips that always seem to be on the verge of a sharp smile. Gilbert may possess an armory of smiles, but there is one there that is reserved for you. The one that is softer, gentler. The one that reaches the red of his eye, illuminating the vivid cerise like a votive candle in a cathedral. 

You know the taste of that mouth. The cool bite, the wild storm. Those lips can be soft. They can baptize your warm skin with kisses like snowflakes. They can send your pulse into a flurry and freeze the very air in your lungs, all of you locked in an icy cage of longing. And those lips can part, baring sharp, white teeth that savor the feel of your body and leave a wanton trail of rose-red marks in their wake. 

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Christmas in Cradle 2022

Due to what we knew was coming and the official announcement in Ikerev EN, I have created a Ikerev specific Event. 

This is open to everyone to join if they want to and I am open to requests for this Event. I will not be limiting which prompts or IkeRev suitors I do. 

Please just tell me the pairing and the rating, all of these are open to both fluff and smut prompts. 

I am open to writing suitor/suitor, suitor/mc/suitor, suitor/mc  suitor/OC ( only mine), or suitor/kid. 

Christmas in Cradle 2022

December 10th - December 31st 

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A Gilbert WIP as countdown to his birthday!

Hello dearest Chaya🥺💖 I've said it many times before, but I'll repeat myself and thank you for letting me live the true magic of ikerev through your characters🥺😭 Their journeys will always be in my heart, even though it's saddening the game will be stopping.

Thank you for making this amazing prompt list🥺💕

I would like to request the lovely Rose with Edgar Bright and the prompts/dialogs:

"Lift me up so I can put the star on the tree"

And

"I wish I could spend every Christmas Eve like this"

Darling Nadia ❤️ Thank you so much for all your support and love you always shown me. I am truly lucky to have such a sweet friend. I hope you enjoy 💝

By Your Side

Fandom: Ikerev

Pairing: Edgar Bright x Roselina Kingsley (OC)

Type: Fluff

Prompt: "Lift me up so I can put the star on the tree" & "I wish I could spend every Christmas Eve like this"

WC:1100+

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The sound of hooves approaching the house has Edgar smiling to himself. His eyes glance over to his desk, the letter he received this morning from the King. Knowing who is approaching, he places his paperwork away, his day off officially beginning now that the Princess is back. He stands up as the front door click and opens.

Roselina steps into the house, carrying her bag and toolbelt in one hand. Placing everything in the entryway to put away later, she starts moving into the house.

“Ed, I’m home” the voice that fills the house has been gone far too long. Watching the twins place the voice, Edgar smiles when he sees the twins try to stand up.

“Mama” Jayden tries to move towards the door, but he stumbles forward. Rose appears in the doorway, her tired eyes lighting up when she sees her sons and husband. Jayden manages to make it to the door, clutching her leg as soon as she steps into the room.

“Jay baby, I’ve missed you so much” She whispers, kneeling down to give the almost one-year-old a hug. Her arms reach out to the approaching Kayden and pull him close too. Pressing a kiss on both of their heads she looks up.

“I’m finally home” She murmurs again, shutting her eyes. Arms wrap around her and the twins, pulling her against a warm chest, a familiar heartbeat.

“Welcome home Jelly Bean, we have missed you so much” Edgar murmurs against her head. His arms tighten slightly, shutting his eyes to hold his family closer. The twins are both trying to babble to Rose, pressing kisses to her cheeks, and causing their mother to giggle. Lifting her head up, she kisses Edgar, finally looking around the room.

“Hey Ed?” her voice holds a hint of amusement and Edgar hums in acknowledgment. “Why does the Christmas tree only have lights?” Rose is trying not to laugh at the tree in the corner of the room.

“Because I didn’t want to decorate it without you,” Edgar explains and Rose smiles back at him. Breaking the hug, she picks up Jayden and holds Kayden’s hand as they approach the tree. Boxes under the tree hold the ornaments, but none of them are actually on the tree.

“It didn’t feel like Christmas with you gone. I have the twins' gifts wrapped, but that was about it” Edgar admits.

“You always do things at the last minute.” Opening the ornaments, she picks them up and hands them to Jayden.

“Want to put it on the tree?” she asks, watching as his finger holds the ornament before he attempts to put the ornament on the tree. Edgar picks up Kayden and does the same thing. A competition is born between the two officers, seeing who can place the better ornaments with the twins. Stepping back when the tree is completed, Rose looks up.

“We are forgetting something very important” She places Jayden down to play and leaves the room without another word, leaving a stumped Edgar. She hurries to her chest in the bedroom, searching for a very specific box.

“Here you are,” Rose lets out a relieved sigh, lifting the delicate box to her chest. Carrying the crest of the Kingsley family, she opens the box to check its contents. Her mother's tree topper, a gold star set with rubies and magic crystals.

“I can’t believe they didn’t put you out sooner.” Speaking more to herself, the woman exits the bedroom, cradling her prize to her chest. Moving through the house, she goes back to the living room.

“Found it, and I am never leaving you in charge of the decorations again” she scolds her husband, noticing him sitting at the desk. He lets out a hum, acknowledging her words, but he seems deep in thought. Assessing the tall tree, Rose looks over at the desk next to the tree and a smile creeps on her face. She walks up to her husband and presses a kiss on his temple.

“Hey Ed, I need to use a corner of your desk for a minute” she calmly states before hopping easily onto the desk, catching the Jack’s attention.

“Rose what on earth are you doing?” Edgar raises his eyebrow at his wife and she lets out a giggle, looking down at him with amusement shining in her crystal blue eyes.

"Wel someone forgot to add the most important decoration to the tree, so now I am trying-" her voice fades in concentration as she teaches up on her tippy toes. A peek of gold and magic crystal shimmers in her hand and Edgar holds onto her leg in worry. Leaning out too far, Rose loses her balance, letting out a squeal as she falls off the desk.

“Easy Jellybean, if you wanted some attention you didn’t need to fall into my arms.” Edgar teases, standing up in time to catch his wife. Rose opens one eye, her arms both holding the tree topper against her chest, a barrier of magic protecting it.

“My knight in shining armor” Rose whispers, pressing a kiss to Edgar's lips as she sets her back on her feet.

“Well please be careful, I don’t need to explain to your brother or Kyle how you got hurt trying to decorate a tree.” Edgar sighs and Rose lets out a soft pout.

“I thought I could do it from the desk.” Turning her eyes on Edgar, she watches his face soften. “Ed, can you lift me up so I can put the star on the tree?” Rose asks, and Edgar nods.

“I’ll hold you up so you can reach the tree. Stand on the desk for a minute” Edgar sheds his officer jacket as Rose stands on the desk. Shifting his weight, he lets Rose sit on his shoulders to reach the top of the tree.

“Almost got it” Still too small to reach the top, Rose's eyes shift into glowing magic crystals as s a small tendril of magic wraps around the topper and situates on the tree. She lets out a giggle as she takes a second ornament from her hand and places it on the tree.

“All set Sweetheart?” Edgar asks, his thumb trailing along her leg and she lets out a content hum. Lowering her carefully back to the ground. The setting sun sets off the magic crystals lights around the tree, and it comes to life. Wrapping an arm around Rose, Edgar looks down at his wife who is watching their twins play.

"I wish I could spend every Christmas Eve like this" He whispers in her ear and Rose turns to him, smiling as she presses a kiss to his lips. Her brain. Reflects on everything they've been through the past year, a warmth flooding her body. The thoughts of the past months are chased away, replaced by the smiles and warmth of being with her family.

“I will always be by your side. We will have so many more little Christmases together."

🎊Happy birthday Gilbert!🎊