Tags:Birthday Sex; Fluff and Smut; Riding; Lap sex; Creampie; Clothed sex
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“Mm, we better get back to the party before they start thinking things.”
One leg draped over Fenrir’s, Alice all but melts into her boyfriend’s touch. They’re on the couch of his bedroom in the Godspeed manor, previously sneaked out of Fenrir’s birthday party that takes place around the pool in the backyard. Alice has requested this moment alone in order to give him a present in private. The gesture still fresh on Fenrir’s senses, he hides nothing of his thankfulness for it. With the aid of words, hugs, and, with other methods.
“Fen…”
He kisses her nape, short of where a naughty lock of her hair has escaped her neat updo. For some reason it amuses him greatly, as he gives himself to the urge to curl it around his finger and play with it.
Never quite giving an indication that he’s heard her previous warning, Fenrir plays innocent as he rains another set of small kisses against her flesh. He feels the leg draped over his lap stir, as if she wishes to correct her posture. But not necessary into a more proper one.
He decides to help her out, scooping her from the sofa and carefully maneuvering her into his lap. Her immediate reaction is to wrap her arms around his shoulder and finish her “eep” with a chuckle, because despite everything, else this is fun.
“Mm, they did already, didn’t they? You should’ve seen how Ray eyed me.”
It’s nothing like that! Alice wants to protest, and truly, it has been nothing like that. Up to this point, that’s it.
Up close Fenrir looks as handsome as ever, but on his birthday he absolutely shines. It’s almost as if he reflects all the adoration that’s been rained on him.
“You’ve kissed me nowhere as much as I did!”
And even when his brows knit together in that familiar pout, he is still handsome. Has she truly worked him up so much?
“That’s because I’ll leave lipstick all over you if I did!”
Fenrir has to admit she has a point, still he notes the usage of “all over”. He raises an eyebrow, pulling her even closer to his frame - her lips millimeters away from his face.
“You’ve seen what my aunts did to me, Alice. It would hardly matter at this point.”
Alice laughs at the memory of just how much Fenrir’s extended family was doting on him earlier, excited to see him again. She is truly seeing him in a different light today, it overwhelms her in a strangely pleasant way.
“Alright then… I might as well wipe you with a damp napkin later.”
Always so thoughtful and caring, Fenrir feels his own heartbeat grow faster at the warm thought. He stays unmoving for a moment, simply enjoying the attention as Alice finally allows herself to give him a portion of well-deserved smooches. Though, he can’t help it but feel…handsy. She is in the perfect position for him to run his hands down her rear, and squeeze. And he does exactly that.
Alice doesn’t shy away, only slowing the movements of her lips until her kisses grow sloppy and off-place. She drags her mouth further up, aligning it with Fenrir’s. It all comes so naturally.
Fenrir moans at the naughty little wiggle of her hips, as if asking to caress her again. He runs his hands down until he reaches the hem of her dress, and then slips his hands underneath the fabric to feel her flesh.
His breath is fanning against her earlobe when he pulls away from the kiss to whisper, “I fantasized about you bare under that short dress.”
Alice’s eyelids flutter open, glaring at him with rosy cheeks.
“In front of everyone! I could never!”
“Aww, but it won’t be a first…”
Fenrir pushes the cloth covering her slit to the side, getting annoyed at the way it won’t stay in place until desperately hiking up higher on one glove of her ass. Her core is directly over his dick now, on the verge of spilling hot arouse on it.
“Fuck, Alice…”
It’s so much like him, yet as formal as he is today, dressed up accordingly and all, the contrast is notable. And hot, Alice thinks to herself.
“Fuck,Alice, darling, won’t you…nghh, won’t you ride me? I need to have you right now. I need it.”
“You don’t even have to ask…”
It’sher that guides his hard length into her pulsing core, insides clamping down on him in a way that makes him hiss. Alice gives him little to no time to gain his composure as she starts riding him in earnest.
Thud. Under Fenrir’s swift ministrations, the strap of her high heel comes loose until the shoe hits the floor.
The other follows. Thud.
Alice grips Fenrir’s shoulders for purchase now, leaping into the newfound chance to enhance the process. She goes as far as to bring her feet up, towering over Fenrir as he supports her with hands gripping on her sides. She seems to be determined to fuck him silly on that couch, not stopping for a second even when Fenrir warns her through raspy praises that he’s reaching his limit.
Seeing that she is already having an iron grip around his frame, Fenrir safely acts upon his desire and picks her up, standing up from the couch. He flips them over until she is underneath him, and he holds her hips high in the air.
“Take it all Alice…take all of me…I’m all yours.”
It feels good, too good, and it as well could be these words’ fault for Alice to tip over the edge as well in that moment. Their shared orgasm is explosive, nails biting into his shoulders and his hips bucking against hers in deep thrusts. Fenrir could feel her core milking him from everything, even after every last drop has been disposed into her depths. He frankly wishes to hold her there forever.
“Now, that was fun.”
Fenrir stirs a bit upon hearing her say it, almost as if she voiced out his own thoughts just now.
“Mm. It only lacks a bottle of Godspeed champagne.”
Alice tries to fake a protest that would make him chuckle, but she is a bad actor before the reminder that they should go down already. Just like all things fun they got around to doing today, she looks forward to the approaching night around the pool.
Trailing her gaze to the present box set to the side, and then to her boyfriend’s blissful face as he helps her in straightening up her dress, Alice finds her answer whether she managed to make him happy this April 15th.
Though, she makes a mental note for the upcoming celebrations to slip in some alone time with Fenrir in their program. Otherwise, things like this might occur again…
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Summary: This year, Fenrir celebrates his birthday at the Godspeed manor. Alice has a present for him that she’d like to give in private - the perfect place for that being his former bedroom that seemingly preserves all that he ever was through the years.
Rating: G
Word count:1,349
Tags:Fluff;Slightly suggestive!; Birthday party; Presents; Kissing; Very Wholesome
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Walking with a rushed step, her hand clutched in Fenrir’s, Alice can’t help but notice how different this is from their usual sneaking around. This is not the Black Army headquarters after all, and the loud thud of her high heels meeting the polished floors almost embarrasses her.
One thing is the same, if not even greater in this case - the thrill. Fenrir knows every hallway and every turn, and there is confidence in his step, paired with an unwavering flashy smile occupying his face. In an instant, Alice finds herself on the other side of a familiar door, the one leading to Fenrir’s bedroom.
No matter how many times Alice’s been to the Godspeed manor, she remains taken aback upon landing foot in this particular room. Her curious, widened eyes would be wandering through its interior, taking notice of all the ways in which it resembles Fenrir’s bedroom in the headquarters…and also, all the ways it does not. The sheer vastness of it is to be expected, the big, luxurious bed, the carpets… still of course, everything in Fenrir-typical vibrant colors. Upon her previous couple of visits, Alice’s had the chance to explore the various items displayed along the walls, some hanged up and some kept under glass-panned shelves. Her boyfriend being known for his seemingly limitless energy in his mid-twenties, it’s not hard to imagine how he’s been as a kid - hence the extensive evidence of his hobbies throughout the years. More sports than he’s ever mentioned participating in, definitely more awards than he’s bragged about. There are also some musical instruments that would make a good topic for some other time…Alice can’t allow herself to get any more distracted than that, and especially not right now.
Once the two of them are all cozily settled on the sofa, Alice turns to Fenrir and inhales, wondering how to proceed. Fenrir grins and takes the chance to steal her accumulated-with-effort breath. She can’t get frustrated with him even if she tries, and definitely not today.
In the middle of their kiss that lasts longer than it should, Alice’s senses sharpen up and she picks the sounds coming from outside. The long curtains sway in the background, the windows being open - and she remembers that Fenrir’s bedroom is facing the back of the manor, where the pool party is taking place.
Right, this should aid as a reminder that she is not supposed to be hogging Fenrir for herself for too long - no one would like the Birthday boy to be missing for too long. Even if he’s hardly the only merrymaker around and laughter-mixed chatter flies through the windows every so often. They should be quick, Alice reminds herself.
She forces some distance between them, laughing at the way Fenrir all but whines at the discontinued contact. She places another playful peck on his puckered lips as an apology of sorts.
“Gosh, let me give you the present already, Fen! We didn’t come here just to kiss…”
Fenrir fakes another portion of disappointment, refuted by the sparkle in his eyes when a nicely wrapped box is brought into view, on Alice’s lap.
“You can’t blame me! I’ve hardly kissed you all day, y'know! What kind of birthday is that?”
One would rarely catch Fenrir unsatisfied with the act of partying, and hearing him want his time with her more than anything, all day today, never fails to make her belly coil with something. Shyness? Greedy satisfaction? Eagerness to nod enthusiastically and pull him behind some corner because she feels the same…?
“Well, you got your kiss! And the day is hardly over, so…”
“Oh? What was that? Are you implying something?”
Swiftly changing the topic with the corners of her mouth twitching into a wry smile, she thrusts the box into Fenrir’s hands.
“Once again, Happy Birthday, Fen. I love you…”
Flashing her a smiley I love you too, Fenrir hurries to tug on the ribbon, never quite the patient type. Once the lid is off, Fenrir’s magenta eyes widen at the sight of a remarkably beautiful pistol laid upon a velvet cushion. At first glance, it’s only that - of course, that being enough and more - but then, a realization. A hitching of his breath.
“This is…”
“I was…wondering what to get you. I wanted to combine your biggest passion with something that would hold a meaning of some kind, you see…”
Alice’s rosy cheeks don’t betray her lively speech, even as she nervously fidgets with the hem of her dress, thumbs biting into the fabric.
Fenrir is stunned, handling the object with utmost care as he lifts it in front of his eyes to examine better. He can never mistake that pistol.
“That’s… my first ever…”
“I heard from Ray about it. It used to be broken, well, it’s in better condition now. I need to thank that devilish inventor once more…”
Fenrir gives a hearty chuckle at his own astonishment, turning the gun in his grip with the desire to see it from every angle. It’s a miracle to hold it in his hands again. Most of the guns he’s used through the years are safely preserved in his room, but he’d never had the chance to put this exact one next to the others. The many, many hours of training worked into this pistol had shown themselves in the worn-out trigger until soon it had become unusable. As his first gun, the design is not as flashy as his more recent ones - showing the improvement in both his own unique style and Oliver’s skill in the field. However it has a nice, reflective metallic base that Fenrir can almost see his own grinning expression on. Now that he thinks about it, the pistol damn well deserves its place in his collection.
It takes him a second or two to take notice of a fine engraving on the underside. He trails the tip of his finger along the words “Yours Forever, A.”
His slacked jaw closes again somehow, at last, his expression adopting the features of someone deeply touched, such as he is. Naturally, all words coherent leave him safe for the small ones.
“I love you.”
Alice chuckles, eyes never leaving the act of him caressing the engraved words repeatedly.
“As I said, I should thank-”
And it would be damned unfair for him to be the only one robbed from his speech. Fingers gently entangling into the hair on the back of her head, he presses his lips flat to hers. It’s silent, still kisses like those that are able to make the world cease its movement for a little while in one’s favor.
He pulls back only when he truly feels that his message passed across, but still repeats himself to make sure.
“I love you.”
Alice caresses his face, glad that she is not the only one blushing for once. So, he liked it?
“I love you too! So, so much…”
Fenrir puts the pistol down carefully into its special case, leaving it to the side as he handles Alice’s face in the same delicate manner.
“How do you do that all the time? Leaving me speechless.”
Alice closes her eyes, maybe, maybe anticipating another kiss that is surely coming if he insists on holding her like that.
“It’s not as easy as you think, okay? I was nervous about getting you something nice, and I asked around, and… I guess I also listened to my heart in the end.”
Fenrir lets out a nosey chuckle and buries his face into her shoulder, as if announcing his defeat.
“What?” She chuckles back, unavoidably opening her eyes and urging him to straighten up again.
“That’s my Alice.”
“Yours.”
Whatever is there to be said, all the thankfulness in the world or whatever Fenrir feels necessary, he’d have to fight himself first, and the urge to suffocate her with dozens of small kisses. And if she survives yet still, well, she’ll have to witness him showing off with his cool and oh-so-precious pistol in front of all their friends and acquaintances…
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Tags:Gardening; Sirius’s garden; Fenrir is punished for a magic bullet accident; Humor; Kissing
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Prompt - Searching for a four-leaf clover together
Alice brings a hand to her mouth as another pestering yawn gets to her. Normally this afternoon Fenrir would be off-duty and they’d go in town together…
Well, recent events had his working schedule undergo changes.
“That damned old man!”
Alice chuckles as she approaches her boyfriend, him currently squatting between the flowerbeds. She takes the straw hat off her head, putting it (slightly skew…) on top of Fenrir’s unruly magenta locks. Only then does he look up, the childish frown erasing from his features because how wouldn’t he smile at his lovely Alice. He fixes (or rather, makes worse) the position of his hat using the back of his hand that is still dirt-free.
“You’re not really working now, are you?…” Instead of weeding the garden, Fenrir appears to be concentrated on the patches of grass between the flowerbeds for some reason.
Alice remembers the incident from last week that started it all.
Fenrir was a little too eager to try out the new gun he acquired through Oliver’s twisted genius. Normally crazily precise with his aim, Fenrir’s bullet unfortunately landed off its goal, ricocheted, then ricocheted again, then went straight into Sirius’s neat little garden.
The magic embedded into the bullet was supposed to make its poor victim dance their feet off. Oliver had mentioned nothing about it being effective on all things living…
Thus it landed with a poof and a cloud of magic dust right into Sirius’s sunflowers. The newly bloomed tall plants were quite the bizarre sight as their stems swayed in tandem with their leaves, just as if they were dancing.
It was a big oopsie so to speak, but still it escalated notably when Sirius appeared out of nowhere and saw it all. He was so worried that his poor sunflowers would dance themselves to wilting… Hearing about the incident, their righteous and just king left it to Sirius to think of a punishment. And thus Fenrir is now tasked with weeding the garden for the next two months.
“Well, since I’m here, I thought I could as well search around. C'mon Alice, sit down next to me.”
“Search around…?”
His invitation is quite appealing and the grass quite soft-looking, and the next second she is right beside him with her knees folded underneath her.
“Yes. For a four-leaf clover.”
Oh! Leave it to Fenrir to make the most mundane of tasks a journey.
“I’d gladly help then! I don’t think anyone would scold me, since this is not a part of your punishment…”
Work is completely forgotten as they immerse themselves in the search, talking about everything and anything and even bickering at some point. Feeling rather playful, Alice decides to surprise Fenrir with a kiss and pulls him in by the strap of the hat under his chin. He falls over her, trapping her on the grass and they giggle and rub their noses together. Then suddenly, Fenrir gasps.
Skeptical at first, even if unwilling to admit, soon Alice is given another reason to remember that she truly found herself in a land of magic. As rare as it is to find a four-leaf clover, all the more in a small garden like this, she looks at where Fenrir is pointing and it’sright there.
“You found it Fen, it’s your luck!”
“Nuh-uh. This one is on you. I’d already had the amazing luck of having the woman of my dreams fall from the sky right where I am. I’m one heck of a lucky guy.”
Alice blushes, unsure of how to fight such a statement. Fenrir grins at her, fulfilled with the reaction he got from her without even trying. He steals another peck on her lips before pushing himself up, preparing to return to his job.
“Imma finish here real quick and then we can go have some fun in town. Wait for me.”
As he watches Alice run off happily, presumably to go change, he admires her form before it disappears behind the corner.
He wipes the sweat off his brow with his forearm and gets back to work.
“Yeah, at least for some things I have luck on my side…”
Fenrir’s best friend was kidnapped nine years ago. Desperately clinging to the vain hope that Ray is still alive, Fenrir climbs to the top of the Black Army in order to have access to Cradle’s deepest secrets… and to hold the position for the rightful King.
Disclaimer:Ikemen Revolution’s plot, characters, and contents belong to Cybird/Ikemen Series. This is a work of fanfiction that utilizes elements from this game in order to tell an alternate story. Thank you!
Chapter Word Count: 2,093 Words
The school was in chaos.
Something terrible had happened. Fenrir felt unease rippling under his skin. Students and teachers ran away from the building before him, their faces pale with terror.
“Hey!” Fenrir grabbed a student by the shoulders, stopping them in their tracks. “What’s going on?”
“Fenrir! Some people are attacking the school – they have magic, and they’re going after the students—"
“Thanks.” Fenrir started towards the building once more, but the student held fast to his arm. “Hey! Let go!”
“Didn’t you hear me?! You should be running away,Fenrir!”
“No! Not ‘til I find Ray!” Shaking off his classmate, Fenrir bolted. He did not slow even as his legs burned from the intense sprint. The thinning crowd went unnoticed as his surroundings faded into a blur. He focused solely on one task: finding Ray.
You better be safe, you idiot! Taking a sharp turn around a corner, he followed the sounds of shouting and screaming. Fenrir recognized Ray’s voice, relief coursing through his veins. As he got closer, he heard him cry out.
“Stop hurting them! Get away!” When Fenrir heard those words, he ignored the crushing burn in his lungs while picking up the pace. He neededto be at Ray’s side, in order to protect him and everyone else.
A very thrilling passion project!! Very suspenseful and in the making for a long time. It has really sparked my curiosity when it was beginning and now that is here…. well let’s see where it takes us
“Hey Treasure, make sure you are back early this afternoon, we are going on a date” The words never cease the excitement in Aria’s stomach, even after all these months. Her hand floats down to her stomach as she packs the picnic basket for their date, knowing that they will be headed to Willow falls.
“Ooooh, Fenrir and Aria” the singing voice starts but a glare in the general direction has the woman hushing up.
“Anna Godspeed!”
“Aria Clemence” Anna sasses back the youngest Clemence and Aria sighs, throwing her hands up in the air. Anna slips her arm around Aria’s shoulders.
“You love me” She giggles and Aria grumbles near silently. She gently nudges Anna out of the way while she packs the basket. Her hand frequently lands on her stomach, the recent news still fresh on her mind. Anna watches worriedly.
“It will be okay, promise” She giggles. Aria sighs, wishing Rose and Irene were here with her. She gets on with her day, her mind looking forward to the picnic date that night.
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“Ready, treasure?” Aria jumps when Fenrir wraps his arms around her and she nods. Standing up to walk with him. His eyes rake over her body before he kisses her cheek. They head to the kitchen and grab the basket, before heading to ride out. Night is just falling and the crisp night air has Aria snuggling up into Fenrir’s arms and holding on tight to him. He smiles down at her and once they are in the familiar meadow Fenrir laughs at her.
“Don’t tease me Fen, this is the first time I have been out here when the trees and flowers were blooming.” Aria tries to defend, a slight blush gracing her cheeks and Fenrir kisses her, his forehead pressed to hers.
“You are so adorable” He murmurs and she pouts,her eyes looking down. Fenrir takes the basket and they go to their favorite tree, setting up for their date.
“Wait a minute - this picnic basket is empty!” Fenrir’s frustrated voice pulls Aria from her thoughts and she frowns.
“What? It shouldn’t be, I packed it this morning” Aria panics before she sees the blanket Fenrir had pulled from the basket.
“What did Anna do this time!” Fenrir curses his twin as he pouts up at his girlfriend.
“Anna stole all our food and left us this baby blanket and these baby shoes” Fenrir grumbles in confusion. He holds up the blanket before his eyes widen. Holding her breath, Aria doesn’t move as Fenrir catches the embroidery along the pastel pink and blue blanket.
Baby Godspeed
Fenrir looks up to a blushing Aria. Her eyes hold uncertainty, but there is a hint of excitement. Suddenly all her nausea and fatigue makes sense.
“Aria! Are we having a baby?” Aria nods, the tears brimming her eyes, and Fenrir bolts up to pick up his girlfriend. “ I can’t believe it,” he whispers, spinning her in his arms. Aria breaks out in a smile, tears fall from her cheek as she clutches Fenrir.
“Did you plan this?” He asks and she shakes her head.
“Not for today, I wanted to wait a couple more weeks, but I guess Anna wanted me to do it sooner” Aria kisses Fenrir’s cheek and He catches her chin to give her a proper kiss.
“I love you Aria Clemence, no matter what.” He promises, his hand rests on her chest, pushing her down as he lowers his head to press a kiss on her stomach. “I will always protect both of you” laying his head on her chest, her hands going in his hair.
“Who knows?” Fenrir asks and Aria smiles.
“Rose, Irene and Anna. Rose knew before I did, her and Irene could sense the baby, that’s why she has been so protective. Anna found out because she eavesdropped on me and Rose.” Aria sighs, remembering how Rose’s behavior puzzled her until the morning sickness struck. Fenrir’s gentle touch along her stomach stirs her from her thoughts.
“When should we tell everyone?” He asks and Aria frowns.
“We should wait a few more weeks, 2 more weeks until I am out of the first trimester. Then we can tell Ray, Sirius and my brothers.” Aria proposes and Fenrir frowns briefly, imagining the reaction of Luka and Jonah. Mainly Jonah, Aria kisses his head in reassurance, reading his mind.
"It will be okay, Jonah wont do anything, he can’t. He has Vivian” laughter laces Arias voice, calming Fenrir down and Fenrir sits up.
“So never underestimate a brother’s love.” He sighs, pulling her close and running his hands along the baby blanket.
“Did she really leave us no food? That is cruel” Fenrir pouts and Aria laughs, standing up and going to a tree. Finding another basket laden with snacks and tea, Aria makes a mental note to kill Anna later. The basket is lifted from her arms quickly and Aria looks up to see Fenrir holding the basket, he guides her back to the clearing and has her stand while he pulls out the proper blanket. Helping her sit down he smiles at her.
“Now I really have a reason to spoil you” he teases and Arias face flares in a blush. She hides her face in her hands and Fenrir laughs. Ignoring the basket of food, he situated Aria in his lap, peppering her face in kisses until she starts giggling. With one arm around her, he makes plates for both of them and their little date continues, a new sense of excitement courses through them in the meadow. Soon their lives will change and they can’t wait.
A/N: Idea originally by @delicateikemenmemes (part one). Now bestie, it seems like Ray wasn’t the only one that caught your attention on that now official art…don’t think I’d just left Fenrir out of the fun like that I bet you didn’t see this coming…hope you enjoy <3
[[ PART TWO OF OVERTIME. Can perfectly be read alone. ]]
Walking down the already silent corridor, Fenrir stretches his arms over his head, muscles sore after keeping the position for too long. He really outdid himself today, to the point of working overtime. Just a quick visit by his boss’s room in order to report and then he is going home. Or maybe he could also drop by the shooting range on his way home? It’s his personal favorite way to rewind, and sometimes Ray would tag along. The guy needs some entertainment. He is always leaving the office last, after all. Perhaps going for a drink afterwards won’t be so bad, too.
Reaching the tall mahogany doors of Ray’s office, Fenrir’s attention is caught by a sign hanging on the handle. It says “Do Not Disturb.”
A wide grin soon blooms on Fenrir’s beautiful features, his magenta eyes sparkling with mischief. He enters confidently.
Lance is the Beast, who’s super lonely, and MC is the Beauty, who rescues him from the loneliness.
the rest of the Red Army are the furnitures if we’re looking at the Disney version
Jonah Clemence: The Ugly Duckling
He was bullied for his looks when he was young, except it was bc he’s too beautiful instead of too ugly.
But then he joins the Red Army (the swans) and realizes that he’s actually a swan, too <3<3<3
Also the Princess and the Pea would apply to him as well.
Jonah would totally notice a single pea under 40 mattresses XD
Edgar Bright: Bluebeard
Well, first of all they’re both kinda murderers, except Edgar was forced to and Bluebeard did it for the funsies.
Also there’s that safe which MC isn’t supposed to look it, and after she looked inside her relationship with Edgar was heavily damaged.
Zero: Mulan
He originally wasn’t supposed to be in the Army, except it’s bc he’s not of the Red lineage while Mulan was a woman.
So they both work super hard to be fit for their positions and earn the respect of everyone else.
Kyle Ash: Sleeping Beauty
Ok I’ll admit I struggled with this one bc there aren’t many passionate drunk doctors in fairy tales -_-
But like, he drinks a lot, and there’s many instances where he passes out from it.
Also I feel like the path to his heart is blocked by thorns, bc it was so difficult for him to cry in his route.
Ray Blackwell: Cinderella
MC has to go back home at the full moon, kinda like how Cinderella needs to go home at midnight.
I know that this is every single route in a nutshell but IT WORKS
Also Ray’s route is considered as one of the “basic, startup routes,” and Cinderella is also a super common fairytale that pretty much everyone knows.
Sirius Oswald: Goldilocks
You know how Sirius is all about that balance? Not too much, and not too little, but just right.
He even says something like “everything in moderation” in one of his cards.
And I also feel like he applies this philosphy to pretty much every aspect of his life: not too strong, not too weak; not too passionate, not too detached. He’s just trying to be the average dude (and he’s failing, but whatever).
Luka Clemence: The Little Mermaid
Luka’s longing for the Black Army and freedom is pretty similar to how the Little Mermaid yearns for the land and to become human.
But also neither of them quitefits in. Luka suffers from his insecurities while the Little Mermaid couldn’t speak and it pains her to walk.
Their siblings both try to get them to come home, but neither of them do in the end.
Fenrir Godspeed: Jack and the Beanstalk
Wdym Fenrir wouldn’tgive up his cow for a magic bean???
Jack and the Beanstalk is amongst one of the more adventurous fairy tales and Fenrir is one of the more adventurous suitors.
Seth Hyde: Rapunzel
Seth is stuck in a tower (the Magic Tower, to be more specific) and MC has to rescue him.
There’s even several allusions to this fairy tale in his main route.
Also he has the longest hair out of all the suitors.
Harr Silver: Snow White
Lives in a cottage in the forest, loves the little animals…Harr is literally Snow White.
Besides, he was chased out of Cradle by the previous King under false charges, just like how Snow White was forced to flee from her stepmother.
Loki can be the dwarf XD
Loki Genetta: Puss in Boots
Well, first of all, obviously they’re both cats (or cat-like).
Also, they both have a talent for chatting with other people and are generally good at convincing others to do what they want.
