#ikemen advent

[pawnkyyy]

Day 13 : Dreary Weather🌁

Ikemen Advent hosted by Mimi @candied-boys and Julie @queengiuliettafirstlady !🌁🌁🌁🌁

also happy birthday to Jude! :3

[ikeromantic]

Hot Chocolate

Ikemen Advent prompt featuring Victor! Approx. 700 words

“Bad dreams again,” Victor asked you as you slipped into the kitchen. 

It was very late, or very early, and the night outside was the dark of deep winter. The members of Crown were either out on business or ensconced in their rooms. Only you were out and wandering. You, and apparently Victor.

You nodded tiredly and sat down on one of the kitchen chairs. 

“Care to tell me about your dream?” He sat down across from you, his smile kind. 

“I was trying to deliver a love letter, but I couldn’t get up the hill to the house. And then the wind caught the note and I was chasing it. No matter how fast I ran, it was always out of reach.” You sighed. “Stupid, right? But it left me feeling exhausted and sleepless.”

Victor laughed softly. “Not stupid at all. It sounds as if something is bothering you. But perhaps, I have a cure!”

You blinked at him. “I don’t think a magic trick is going to put me back to bed.”

“Well. Perhaps not. But I do have another idea.” He stood and moved to the countertop, pulling out a saucepan and some other items.

“What are you making?”

“Mmm, you’ll have to wait and see.” His low voice was sensual, playful, and it sent a little shiver down your spine. “Why don’t you tell me about your day while I cook?”

You nodded, and began to tell him about your work for Crown. Writing down the deeds of the members, case histories really, and studies of their curses. It was a lot of work, but you enjoyed it. Though you’d come to Crown under duress, it now felt like family. A wild, strange one to be sure, but yours. 

“There wasn’t anything to upset me, really. I don’t know why I’m still dreaming about mail delivery,” you finished. Then settled your head on your arms atop the table. How was it possible to be so tired and yet so sleepless??

Victor set something on the table in front of you. It smelled chocolatey and delicious. You immediately sat up. 

“Some hot cocoa. A decadent late night snack.” He moved his chair beside yours. “Take a sip. I made certain the temperature is perfect.”

You carefully lifted the mug to your lips and the rich, sweet flavor of milk and cocoa coated your tongue. It’s warm and creamy and there is a slight bitterness to the chocolate that makes the sweet stand out. “It’s perfect,” you murmured appreciatively. 

Victor was watching you with an inscrutable expression. 

“Aren’t you going to drink yours?” You gestured to the other mug. 

“Hm? Yes, yes of course. I was just enjoying you, enjoying something I made.” Victor’s lips curl in a small, pleased smile. 

The hot cocoa warmed you up, but not half so much as that smile. That goddamned sensual smile, so full of luscious promise that it set your heart racing every time you saw it. And now, here it was, squeezing your heart at 2am. “Thanks. It’s really good.”

You took another sip and then set the mug down, hoping Victor might believe the heat in your cheeks was from the cocoa. 

He was still watching you, and as you set the cocoa down, one of his brows twitched. He leaned forward, and you thought for a moment he might kiss you. Your pulse went from fast to racehorse gallop as he closed in. And then there was a slight, firm pressure at the corner of your mouth. A little line of heat, thin as the tip of a finger.

“Wh-what? Did you?” You tried for words, but your brain was like a lamp flame in a storm, flickering and barely lit.

“You had a bit of chocolate at the corner of your mouth.” His smile widened. “I hope you don’t mind. It was, of course, my greatest pleasure to serve, my dear.”

He licked you. You were sure of it. Almost sure. It had just happened, yes? You touched the spot on your mouth, still buzzing from his intimate touch. “Did you . . . lick me?”

“What a marvelous little robin you are. So observant.” Victor brushed a bit of loose hair back from your face. “I hope I did not overstep?”

“No. I mean. Yes but not - I didn’t mind. At all.” You tried to organize your thoughts but the memory of that light brush from his tongue overrode everything else. 

He finally took a sip of his cocoa, a look of pleased contentment on his face. “Good. I do enjoy doting on you, my dear. Ever so much.”

@queengiuliettafirstlady @candied-boys

[missaengg]

Creating a New, Sinful Tradition

15 Days Until Christmas: Tradition Made for Ikemen Advent hosted by @queengiuliettafirstlady and @candied-boys Featuring: Ikemen Villains Roger Barel x f!reader Tags: smut, humor, modern AU, fingering, size kink Word Count: 1171

It hurts… It hurts... It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, ithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurts!

Your nether regions literally feel like they’re being torn apart. Tears sting your eyes. You frantically tap on the beefy man’s shoulders, so worked up you can’t find the words to tell him to stop.

“Roger,” you finally choke out.

The chiseled, Greek statue of a man you love peers down at you with his amber eyes, a look of bewilderment on his face. “What’s wrong?”

“It hurts,” you mewl. “You’re too… too big!”

You hate admitting this to him, especially after all the times you’ve boasted you could take him no problem when he warns you of his size, but also because it would lead to this…

“Heh…” Roger snickers. “Did I not prep you enough to take me?”

Your eyes narrow, your lips pressing into a thin line. You glower at the smug man hovering over you, biting back the desire to slap that infuriating snicker off his arrogant lips because… because how dare he laugh at your suffering?! Sometimes… sometimes he could be such an egotistical, insufferable prick – a prick you love, but still, a prick!

“I told you,” Roger swipes his tongue across the tears that have welled in your eyes, but have yet to fall, “you’d have to take three or four of my fingers before you can take me, sweetheart.”

You frown and look away, somewhat in petulance, somewhat to hide your embarrassment. He’s not wrong. It’s you who demanded for him to skip the step where his fingers pry you open and turn you into a gooey mess, but… ugh, you just can’t stand it when he’s right.

However, embarrassment and hate aside, you’re also confused at how you ended up caged between his thick, mouthwatering arms with his delectable, sculpted ass between your legs. When you suggested the two of you marathon the ‘Home Alone’ series after Thanksgiving dinner – your holiday tradition, you certainly didn’t expect it to lead to… this!

Though in hindsight, when it comes to Roger and the couch and movies, you probably, maybe, should’ve expected it… 

“Stop teasing me,” you gripe, shooting him a look that could bring any man to his knees – if that man isn’t Roger. 

“But I like teasing you,” he grins, “otherwise how would I get you to cry such delicious tears for me? How else would I” – he drags his tongue along your neck causing you to shiver – “hear you moan just for me?” 

“Roger, stop!” You squirm from beneath him, but no matter how much you wriggle, it doesn’t matter. He has you caged so tight, there’s no possible way you can escape.

“That’s right, lil lady, keep calling my name.”

You huff, an annoyed grumble rising in your throat, but when he reaches that ticklish spot under your ear, it changes into a sultry moan.

“Mm, just like that. Keep moaning for me.” 

Roger’s mouth sucks on that bit of sensitive flesh, and your back – the traitor – arches of its own accord. A faint thought that no amount of concealer would be able to hide the blooming, angry bruise on your skin crosses your hazy mind. It flies away the moment Roger’s hand finds its way to your clit.

“Roger, the movie!” you protest, but it comes out half-heartedly, a shaky whimper rather than a true protest.

“Don’t care about the movie,” he says, his breath prickling your skin. “It’s a shit movie anyway.”

“Hey!” You open your mouth, ready to shoot him a scathing rebuttal because how dare he insult your favorite Christmas movie of all time, but a startled gasp leaves your lips when he takes that opportunity to slip in his thick pointer.

“I don’t think you care about the movie either, sweetheart,” he teases, his amber eyes gleefully taking in the tremor coursing through your body. “That’s one.”

Roger curls his finger, and your eyes flutter shut. Your hands on his shoulders clench. Your fingers dig into the taut muscle underneath.

How was it possible for him to drive you insane with just one of his fat fingers?!

Roger slips in a second finger and slowly begins to pump his hand, the ridges of his joint dragging as they slide in and out. “That’s two,” he smirks. “You like that, don’t you?”

“No,” you spit out between grit teeth.

“Can’t lie to me, sweetheart.” Roger pulls his fingers out, spreading them apart. The slick evidence of your arousal stretches between his fingers. “Your body tells me everything.” He plunges his fingers back, this time adding a third – his ring finger. “That’s three.”

You feel your entrance fluttering around his digits, struggling to accommodate the width of all three of them combined. Even with just his fingers, you can feel yourself stretching to what feels like your limit, despite the fact this isn’t the first time the two of you have been intimate.

“Come on,” he coos. “You can do it.”

“Roger, you’re too…ngh… fucking big.”

“I thought you liked that,” Roger blithely responds.

You roll your eyes at him, but they’re interrupted when he sinks his fingers down to the knuckles, your eyes rolling back into your head.

“Fuu–-uck,” you scream, your hips jerking up to meet his palm.

“I like it when you scream for me.”

Normally his throaty whisper would drive you to glare at him, but with his fingers buried inside of you, you don’t care. You just want him to do something about the growing ache in your loins.

“Roger, your fingers–” 

“Hm, what’s that, sweetheart?” He has that shit-eating grin you love and hate on his face.

“Roger,” you grumble.

“Okay, okay, calm your tits,” he laughs. “If that’s what you want, I’ll oblige.”

Roger pulls his fingers out and drives them back in, the tips tickling your cervix in the process. You groan, rocking your hips to match his rhythm, your breasts flush against his firm, broad chest.

Just then, the sound of machine gunfire floats into your ear along with the iconic line, ‘Merry Christmas, ya filthy animal, and a Happy New Year’.

Your muddled mind pops out of the pleasure it's roiled in, your attention back on the movie playing on the TV. Right, you almost forgot. Your Christmas tradition.

“Roger, the movie,” you urgently whisper.

Roger leans in, his mouth right by your ear. “Sweetheart, right now I’m more concerned about making you come, and when you do, you’re going to take me like the good little girl you are.”

“But, Roger, my Christmas tradition…”

Roger strokes that sweet spot within you, sending electricity coursing through your veins and forcing any and all thoughts about your tradition out of your mind. “I was thinking,” he murmurs, his voice enticingly, spine-tinglingly husky, “we could start a new tradition. One where you turn on that stupid movie, and I pound you senseless.”

Your Roger-drunk mind immediately hums in agreement, especially when his fingers send another wave of sparks careening down your spine.

Traditions… traditions are meant to be broken… right?

[sunshine-and-her-ikevil-stuff]

10 days 'til Christmas - Prompt: Shopping

Remembered this prompt was today last minute and whipped this up. Made for Ikemen Advent, hosted by @candied-boys and @queengiuliettafirstlady.

Word count: 350

Elbert x reader, fluff, slight crack, no editing

“Thanks for coming shopping with me, Elbert.”

You walked down the street with your list. Elbert walked beside you through the cold air. Occasional flakes of white softly drifted around you.

“It’s no problem.” He smiled softly. “What did you want?”

“Oh, I was just getting some presents for Crown.” You lifted up your list to show him and he leaned in. After a few second you pulled it back. Some gifts you had figured out, but most of them you hadn’t decided on. Most of the list was ideas.

“I see,” Elbert said. “Should I turn around when you get them?”

You smiled as you held back a laugh.. “No. Honestly I’m not sure what to get you yet. But if I see anything, I’ll get it when you're not looking.”

He nodded. “Okay.”

You wandered into a store and began to look through the items. Elbert absentmindedly examined everything.

“Is this beautiful?”

You’d known him long enough to know that sentence had a deeper meaning. You just didn’t know exactly what it was. You bit your lip and swallowed.

“Well…” if you said yes he was going to buy it. “I’m not sure. I don’t think it’s what you’re looking for.” 

“Maybe I should buy it so I can ask Al.”

Damn it.

Alfons hadn’t been around when you asked Elbert to come with you. That might prove to be a mistake.

You did your best to make sure he didn’t buy out every store you entered.

You nearly had a gift for everyone when you started to think about Elbert and his gift.

You thought hard, and couldn’t figure out what he’d want most. He wanted to find the most beautiful thing. You probably would find that, but you wanted to get something that mattered to him. You thought he liked butterflies. You couldn’t see anything butterfly related in the store.

You picked up a mirror. Maybe something that reminded him of Alfons?

“Was there something else you wanted?” Elbert’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

You set the mirror back down.

“No, I think I’m done in this store for now.”

You’d have to pick one out for him later.

[eventinelysplayground]

It's day 10 of the Ikemen Advent event hosted by @candied-boys and @queengiuliettafirstlady. Today's prompt is tradition and I also paired it with the prompt building a snowman from @writingwhimsey naughty or nice event. I wanted this to be better but it is what it is, I didn't want to play with it anymore than I already had. Just some fluff WC approx 1380.

Smokey the Snowman?

It was late in the morning and Jude sat at the dining room table reading his paper and having a smoke. The peace and quiet was just what he needed before what he knew was about to come and he smirked as he ashed his cigarette.

Birds predictable if nothin’ else.

Just as that thought had crossed his mind he heard soft footfalls.

“Good mor-”

“No.”

“Oh come on I haven't even said anything yet!”

“You don't gotta say anything, it's still no.”

“How can you say no when I-”

“You think I don't know what you've been up to the last few days? You got all the others takin' part in your Christmas nonsense and now yer after me, well you can save your breath cause it ain't happening.”

“Why do you have to be so against it without even trying? You may actually have fun, you know!”

Jude let out a loud laugh and put his paper down.

“Will never happen, Princess.”

“It could! Everyone else has had fun so far, Liam and William enjoyed singing carols, Victor loved baking cookies and Roger really enjoyed making eggnog with me, even if he did add way too much brandy…”

Just why the hell does me enjoying Christmas mean so much to her?

“Listen I ain't-”

“Oh good, just the two people I was looking for!”

Victor's cheery voice cut off the conversation. He had a mission for the two of you tonight and he quickly ran through the details of it. As far as missions went it wasn't anything big or overly dangerous but Jude figured it would be a great distraction from all this Christmas activity nonsense.

Jude couldn't figure out what exactly was going on in that head of yours but that was nothing new. He had fully expected you to run as far the hell away as you could as soon as your month was up but instead they were all told you had decided to stay on as fairytale keeper. He thought you were nuts for stayin’ in a place like this, somebody as pure and innocent as you were, you'd be eaten alive in no time.

To his surprise though you hadn't been yet and he had to give you credit for it. Hell you were actually trying to make the place into a proper seeming home and everyone into a big happy family. Victor was thrilled with that especially since it was working with everyone, everyone but him. He didn't want to be part of some big happy pretend family and he sure as hell wasn't gonna do it just to make you happy, or see that sweet smile on your face.

“Well that certainly was boring.”

“I don't know, I kind of like that nothing major happened for once.”

“Ahhh but something major happening is where all the fun lies.”

“I think you and I have very different definitions of the word ‘fun’.”

“Will you two quit your yappin'.”

Jude shot you and Alfons a glare and your face fell.

She looks like a chastised puppy.

“Well aren't we in a bad mood.”

“Course I'm in a bad mood. I don't like wastin’ my time.”

“The nights still young, the three of us could always go have some fun together.”

“I ain't doin nothin with you.”

“Too bad, well little miss robin looks like it's just you and me then.”

Jude spun about just as Alfons had wrapped his arm around your shoulder, his ungloved hand dangerously close to your neck.

Just what the hell does he think he's doing?

Jude reached out and grabbed you by the elbow before he'd even finished his thought.

“My aren't we protective tonight.”

Oh go fu-

“Victor put me in charge of keepin’ her safe and I don't want to deal with his attitude if I go back without her.”

I ain't doing this for any other reason.

“Thank you for the offer but I really just want to go back to the castle.”

“Hmm another time then, goodnight you two.”

Alfons turned and headed off into the night giving you a cheery wave as he disappeared around a corner.

“Don't let him get so damn close to you like that, unless you want him to play with you like a toy?”

“No, of course I don't!”

“Ya, well then pay better attention princess.”

“Okay.”

Jude started walking again with you a step behind him. He wasn't mad at you, not really anyway.

She's gotta start being more careful around em, she already forgotten were all villains or something? Letting them touch her everywhere and being all close to them…

Jude was so lost in his thoughts it took a few blocks for him to realize you hadn't said a word since you'd started walking again. He turned around to see your head down looking at ground, like a scolded puppy again.

Aww hell…

Jude let out a sigh, this wasn't the type of miserable he wanted to see you as. As he was wondering how to cheer you up he noticed an empty snow covered lot down the street across from you.

“Hey.”

“Hmm?”

“Come on.”

Jude inclined his head in the direction of the open lot and started walking.

“Where are we going?”

“Not far.”

When the two of you arrived at the lot Jude turned around and poked your forehead.

“Oww, what was that for?”

“You ain't to breathe a word of this to anyone else.”

“Breathe a word of what?”

“You wanted to do a Christmas activity with me right? Well there ain't nobody around here and there's enough snow to build a snowman so-whoa!”

Jude caught his balance as you flung yourself at him and your arms wrapped around his neck.

“Yay! Thank you so much Jude! I promise you'll have so much fun and-”

“Alright already!”

Jude pushed you off him and turned his back on you.

“Let's get started before I change my mind.”

“Okay!”

It didn't take long for the two of you to build a decent looking snowman but Jude couldn't take his eyes off you the whole time. You were wearing one of the brightest, and most beautiful, smiles he'd ever seen on you.

“It's too bad we don't have any carrots or other stuff for his face…oh I know!”

Jude watched as you dig your fingers in making little eye, nose and mouth holes in the snowman's head.

“There!”

“They don't look much like a face.”

Jude took out a smoke and just as he was about to light it you snatched it from his lips burning your fingers slightly in the process.

“Ouch.”

“Did ya forget fire burns!?”

Jude clicked his tongue and sighed as he watched you put the cigarette you stole from him into the snowman's mouth.

“Now he looks like you!”

Jude glared at you but you were too busy smiling and staring at the snowman to notice.

“Hey.”

“Hmm?”

“Why were ya so insistent on doing something with all of us for Christmas.”

You went quiet and Jude noticed your face fall ever so slightly as he waited for your answer.

“I guess…well it's been awhile since I've had so many people to celebrate with and so I thought making some new traditions would be nice. My family had a lot of them but we'll, they're not as fun to do when you're alone.”

Jude felt his chest tighten and he felt guilty for pushing you off all this time.

Damn it…

“Then how about we make a deal?”

“What sort of deal?”

“I'll build a snowman with you once every December.”

“Really!?”

“Ya but in return you can't let the others touch you for the whole month.”

“That's what you want?”

“Ya.”

“Why?”

“Cause.”

“Cause isn't really an answer.”

“Cause I don't like it when they touch you all right!”

Jude hadn't meant to say it out loud but the words were coming out before he knew it. He expected you to get all indigent or something at him but instead you were quiet and blushing like mad.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

Jude took the hand you offered him and shook it still looking at the way you were blushing.

“Then it’s a deal."

Tag list: @floydsteeth @nani-nani-nani @nightghoul381.

[mynameiskan]

When Cloud reunites with meets Rufus in Advent Children.

I still have 1 more silly idea I would like to draw before moving to your requests. I had such a weird dream last night and I must share it with the world 🤣

Thank you for all the warm welcome. I really need it at the moment ❤

I just wanna vent a bit so please skip if you don't want me to waste your precious time.

I rarely feel confident about myself and my skills so it took me a lot of courage to post my artwork in public.

When I decided to draw again, I think it was February this year, one of my friends who I consider as my mentor did encourage me a lot. When I wanted to draw some ikemen for Ikemen Sengoku and Samurai Love Ballad Party fandoms, many amazing people here gave me the courage I needed to keep drawing and posting.

Then artblock, self-doubt and anxiety hit me again and I thought I might not be able to draw anymore. One of my close friends reached out and told me to enjoy Final Fantasy 7 with her. I was also curious about Sephiroth and his popularity so I agreed to try, at that time I just wanted to kill some time. Then, maybe it was really a miracle, I fell in love with Rufus x Cloud, the handsome young president of Shinra and our spiky boy. That friend of mine is also a Rufus x Cloud fan and she told me that very few people like this ship so we didn't have much fanart. She would sometimes feed me a silly idea and I would then draw for both her and my own enjoyment.

Thank you again for enjoying my fanart 🥰 You guys give me a lot of courage and now I finally can take the next big step in my life and my career. I want to get better in English and get a Master Degree in the near future. I may be busier but now I finally find out what I love to do in my life, I will not stop drawing for my dear fandoms.

Thank you for coming to my Ted-talk 😂 I hope my fanart can entertain you all for a long time.

[tsun-bun]

Decided to dip my toes back into writing and tumblr for @queengiuliettafirstlady and @candied-boys Ikemen Advent event! Fandom: Ikemen Revolution Prompt: Woolen Clothes Just wholesome Black Army shenanigans! (+ a lil Red Army at the end) I wanted to write something cosy! No particular pairings or anything Word count: 996 ------------------------- Though cold winds blew outside, it was warm and lively as ever in the Black Army headquarters. It wasn’t yet Christmas day (weeks away, even), but nonetheless the officers and Alice had been summoned by Seth for “Santa Seth’s Super Special Gift Extravaganza ☆”.

“… Seth, your naming taste gets worse every year,” Luka remarked as they all made their way inside the lounge.

“Bah!!” Seth shook his head dramatically. “This is why I have to get you in the spirit of the season, Luka!!”

“What’s it even supposed to mean? Ya got us gifts already? Ain’t it a bit early?” Fenrir tilted his head, confused.

“That’s why it’s special ♪” Seth chirped. “Now, now, everyone, please sit.”

At his instruction, they all took their seats, some more begrudgingly than others. Without further ado, Seth clapped his hands together, and spun about to fetch the presents. With a flourish, he gave each of them their own neatly-wrapped box - complete with glittering bows and cute name tags, of course.

“Don’t open them just yet!” he tutted, mostly to Fenrir - whose fingers were already itching to unwrap his present as soon as it landed in his lap. Beside him, Ray lifted up his own, giving it a shake to try and puzzle out what was inside.

At last, after twirling around the room, Seth was left only with one present to hold: suspiciously, his own.

“Wow, you really went all out, Seth!” Alice exclaimed, admiring all the sparkles and decorations. Of course, he had added extra ribbons specially for her.

“Aahh I knew a sweet girl like yourself would appreciate good presentation!”

Sirius regarded the present with more skepticism. “Shall we open them now?”

“Don’t you need your reading glasses first, old man?~” Seth ignored Sirius’ warning glare. “Okayyy, everybody, you can open them!”

For a few moments, the only sound in the room was that of torn wrapping paper: Fenrir eagerly digging out his present, Ray unable to quite contain a bit of childlike enthusiasm either, Sirius reluctantly (but nonetheless carefully) unfolding the paper, Alice teetering between excitement and worry as she tried not to ruin Seth’s hard work present-wrapping… while Luka unwrapped his with some sense of dread, as if something might leap out at him.

Soon, they had all opened the presents to reveal… Christmas sweaters. Though they were matching, they were all personalised to some degree: the wool dyed different colours and woven into festive patterns, alongside the more… unique choices, clearly willed into existence by Seth himself.

“Ta-daa!!” Seth triumphantly lifted his sweater up, his signature shade of green, patterned with cute little foxes in Santa hats. “Aren’t they just adorable?”

Sirius was the first to speak up. “Seth. What is this?”

His sweater proudly declared “Santa’s FAVOURITE DADDY”, decorated with silhouettes of his “children” - the Black Army brats and Chutney.

“Sirius, it’s fashionable for a refined older gentlemaaaaa–”

Seth flailed his arms as he ran away from Sirius, still clutching onto his sweater, its sleeves flailing around behind him.

“How many times do I have to tell you brats that I’m only 30?”

“I’m sorry, daddy Sirius~!” Seth called out as he wiggled away from the grumbling “old man”…

“Woah! Look, Ray, ours match!!” Fenrir excitedly held up his sweater against Ray’s - the Ace of Spades had a strange combination of dogs and guns. Even dogs WITH guns. Ray’s had a variety of kitty cats in regal poses, wearing crowns and capes fit for a King.

“… Not bad,” Ray decided with a smile, quietly satisfied to match with his bro.

Having escaped Sirius (for now), Seth nodded enthusiastically at them. “Right?! I thought we could all wear matching sweaters for Christmas day! Aren’t they sooo cute?”

“… Seth,” Luka spoke without looking up from his sweater.

“Yesss, darling angel?” Seth gazed down at him, eyes glittering with hope.

“Can I give mine back?” Luka casually destroyed that hope.

Seth looked appalled, wailing. “Nooo!! How could you say that?!”

“Luka, you have to admit, it is very cute…” Alice gently nudged him, a gleam in her eyes as if she was already picturing him in it.

It was alarmingly cute. With chubby-cheeked hamsters and angels, hamster angels even, with halos and wings, the wool all soft pastel colours.

“That’s the problem, Alice. And matching sweaters… aren’t we too old for this? It’s cheesy.” Luka pouted.

“But it’s perfect for the angel of the Black Army!” Seth chimed in.

“Please stop calling me that…” Luka muttered, blushing already as he imagined the future fawning he’d be subject to.

“Hmmm… I don’t know, I think it’s a sweet tradition,” Alice joked, showing off her own sweater, decorated with all the cute little candies and desserts she made and enjoyed in Cradle.

Ray reached over to ruffle Alice’s hair with a grin. “Just perfect for our resident sweets-lover, huh?”

Sirius rolled his eyes with fond exasperation before suggesting: “Well, if it’ll make the little lady happy…”

Luka sighed, relenting. “I guess I can wear it for one day…”

Seth brightened up immediately, pulling them both into a hug. “Yippee! We’ll be one big, festive family! ♡”

—

A few days later, somewhere in Red Territory, Edgar struck up a conversation…

“Have you heard from Luka recently?”

“Hmph, of course!!” Jonah replied, offended to even be asked. “I have to be well-informed to pick out the perfect gift for my dear baby brother.”

Edgar smiled so innocently that it could only mean he was about to say something very, very devious. “Why, then you’ve surely heard the Black Army officers are wearing matching sweaters this year–”

The sentence was barely out of his mouth before Jonah stormed off to go... shopping?

“Geez… how’s he planning to match without even seeing ‘em?” Kyle rubbed at the back of his neck, watching Jonah zoom off into the distance.

Edgar smiled enigmatically. “Oh, that’s half the fun of it.”

“Huh. Well, he’d better not come back with embarrassing sweaters for all of us…”

[writingwhimsey]

Whimsey's Naughty or Nice Event- Masterlist

Here is the masterlist of all fics for my Naughty or Nice Event. All fics that are part of this event not created by me, will have a tag to the author before the fics that they posted for the event. Hope you all enjoy and have had as much fun with this as I have! If a fic has Naughty next to it that means it's NSFW 18+ content. Nice means it's fluff.

A Burning Heat - ikesen Kennyo, Naughty

Tied with A Bow - ikevamp Faust, Naughty

Snow Magic - ikesen Kanetsugu, Nice

What Happens Under the Mistletoe - ikevamp Theo, Nice (with a hint of spice)

Santa's Cookies - ikevamp Theo, Nice (with a touch of Naughty at the end)

Loving Morning - ikesen Shingen, Naughty

Loving Warmth - ikesen Kenshin, Nice

Pirate Cookies - ikesen Motonari, Nice

Old Goats & Eggnog - ikevamp Vlad, Nice (with slightly spicy Faust ending)

Lonely For Christmas - ikevamp Leonardo, Naughty

A Royal Christmas - ikepri Clavis & Leon, Nice

A Never-Wilting Rose - ikevamp Vlad, Nice

A Warm Heart - ikesen Kennyo, Nice

Body Heat - ikesen Masamune, Naughty

A Glowing Warmth - ikevamp Leonardo, Nice

The Monstrosity - ikevamp Mozart, Naughty

Traditions - ikevamp Theo, Nice

The following contributions to this event were made by @eventinelysplayground which were also featured in the ikemen advent event

A Spirit's Visit - ikesen Kennyo, Nice

Christmas With A Bang - ikepri Tristan & Violet, Sariel, Clavis, Nice (with a hint of spice)

Cold Chocolate - ikevamp Mozart, Nice

Mesmerized - ikevil Liam, Nice (with a hint of Spice)

Cinnamon & Ginger - ikepri Rio, Nice (with some spice)

Under the Christmas Lights - ikevil William, Nice

Smokey The Snowman? - ikevil Jude, Nice

Kissing Santa Claus- ikevamp Arthur, Nice

Bribery -ikevamp OC grown children, Faust, Nice

The Ringing of a Bell - ikevamp Theo, Naughty

Christmas Memories - ikepri Keith, Nice

Winter Fun - ikevamp Vincen, Nice

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[queengiuliettafirstlady]

A secret tryst of Love

A secret tryst of Love

Fandom: Ikemen Villains

Pairing:  Elbert x July 

Part of : Ikemen Advent hosted by me and @candied-boys

Prompt : December 13 - Dreary Weather

Tag: Established relationship Fluff

Word Count : 406

Author’s Note: A plleasant date despite the frizzy weather help them get closer to one another as they enjoy the falling snow cuddling together. 🥰

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The weather was particularly frizzy that morning, not that this stopped the two lovebirds from taking a stroll around the crowded streets of London directed to a place only few known of.

Once they reached the secret beach that so many of their tryst saw taking place they began strolling unhurriedly side by side, talking of everything and nothing as the sun casted its tepid rays on the soft sand sinking beneath laughing when the sea lapped in little waves near the shore.

“I love coming here with you.”

“I feel the same ... This was my secret spot ... But I am happy I showed you because now this is our special place.”

“I am so happy to hear that Elbie.”

July clinged to his revelling in the bright smile curling his rosy lips, gently he turned to face her bringing her hands to his lips only to brush his lips on her knuckles in a reverent kiss he gawked in awe at.

“I think it’s better if we go inside because the weather it’s becoming too cold.”

With a chagrined smile he took her hands in his, placing them on his chest to keep them warm away from the frizzy breeze of the sea.

“I am sorry July your hands were so cold and yet I was so selfish I wanted to be there with you alone for a little longer. I didn't notice.”

“Oh please Elbie don’t feel guilty, I was happy to be there with you, moreover I wasn’t as cold as my hands suggested to you.”

“I am pleased to hear that.” 

Ever the gentleman he helped her board their carriage standing on the side of the road, wrapping one arm around her waist to hold her close all through the ride, smiling when July nuzzled in his chest purring in delight at the warmth provided by his cape that stretched from his right shoulder to her left one.

Finally the outline of his mansion became visible, wasting not even a minute they rushed inside laughing at the snowflakes swirling and dancing around them, a spectacle they admired from their places sat side by side on the soft light blue sofa of his room.

A spectacle that as much beautiful as it was would have never been compared to her, Elbert thought, acting on impulse he left a soft kiss on her hair only to lock his eyes with hers as she turned around, stroking her cheek fondly as he looked at her with a soft smile.

[fang-and-feather]

Ikemen Vampire - Comte x OC - Pre-Relationship

Day 15 of Ikemen Advent by @candied-boys and @queengiuliettafirstlady, pompt: Shopping

I have been so much on Tumblr that I just realized I programed this to post at the wrong time...

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“Comte, I really don't need more clothes.” Amy protested, as Comte offered to accompany her to town.

“You always say that, Cherie.” He usually sat across from her, but this time he sat by her side, at a respectable distance but still providing some warmth. “But this time, I am sure you didn't count on staying here during winter.”

“But I’m not cold. I don't get cold that easily. You should really stop spending so much money on clothes I’m not going to use for long.”

Amy was always so humble and so tough, but if she thought she was fooling him with her act this time…

No. A woman like Amy knew very well she wasn't. She knew he noticed she was staying inside more often; that he’d seen her working outside with generously lent coats, or actually borrowing, usually Isaac’s clothes the couple of times she had to go to town.

She was so aware, that she’d been avoiding him. But Comte couldn't let this go for longer.

“Cherie. Cold or not, we can't just risk you getting seriously sick during your stay here.” She opened her mouth to protest so he quickly added, “Besides, it is a little bothersome to see you in other men’s clothes.”

Amy blushed and looked away, fidgeting.

“Fine.” She sighed. “Just because everyone seems to get worried. But this is the last time I’m letting you do that.”

Comte gave her a wry smile. He couldn't promise her that it would be. Especially not when they didn't know when she would be able to go home.

A part of him didn't even want to let her go home. But that was just him being selfish.

“So you want this to be our last shopping trip, Cherie? Does that mean I can spoil you as much as I want?”

“You always do so anyway. And I don't want this to be our last outing together. I just wish you didn't…”

Didn't what? Although that selfish part of him expected a different conclusion, he knew it was probably that he didn't waste so much money on her.

Comte waited, but when it became clear she wasn't going to finish, he reached out to hold her hand.

“It’s not a waste, Cherie.” He gently kissed her temple.

The joy of these moments he spent with her wasn't a waste. As fleeting as these moments were, every item she left behind would be a reminder of these times. And every item she could take with her… he selfishly wished  would be a reminder to her too. That these moments would stay in her heart as they would in his.

Even if he knew he should let her go.

“Comte?” She called, finally looking up back at him.

“Sorry, Cherie. I was thinking of what to get you for Christmas. And I would like you to choose something that you won't consider a waste. Would this be a suitable arrangement?”

Maybe this would be their last shopping date. Maybe, after Christmas, he would finally be able to send her home, before he found himself unable to.

To his surprise, instead of protesting Amy gave him a radiant smile and sueezed his hand slightly.

"Sounds perfect."

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[pawnkyyy]

Day 12 : Mistletoe 🍒

Ikemen Advent hosted by Mimi @candied-boys and Julie @queengiuliettafirstlady (..◜ᴗ◝..) (..◜ᴗ◝..)

i draw Jude and Victor! (+Will and Ellis :3 )

Just another normal Crown's day in the Christmas season ..........

[ikeromantic]

Tradition

Ikemen Advent prompt featuring Kenshin Uesugi! approx. 400 words.

“Tell me more,” Kenshin said softly, his breath stirring the hair at the top of her head. The command held a slight note of trepidation, a subtle fear that she might refuse.

She didn’t, though she did laugh. “It’s not really that interesting. Just a silly holiday tradition. My brother and I would wake up and go sit in front of the window. Watching the sun come up on Christmas.” 

Kenshin smiled. He could well imagine it. “What else?”

“Mmm, mom would make us sweets for breakfast. Waffles. With whipped cream. Dad would pretend we didn’t have any gifts this year. But then we would look in our stockings and there would be candy.”

“And?” Kenshin nuzzled her, letting her hair tickle his nose. The warm, sweet smell that was just her filled him. 

“I don’t know. We’d open a present. Go for a walk. My dad would take pictures.” She nestled closer in his arms, hiding from the cold air beyond the confines of their futon. 

“Those are like paintings?” He idly stroked her back, a strange contentment settling over him. She was his. She wasn’t going to die or disappear. She was right here, in his arms. Sharing her life with him.

She nodded. “Yeah. Sort of. If I had a way to charge my phone, I would show you.”

“Your phone? Oh - yes. I remember.” Kenshin paused. Had she sounded wistful? Frustrated? “Do you miss it?”

“Pictures?” 

Kenshin shook his head, his arms wrapping tighter. “Your home. Your traditions. Your family.”

She turned her head to kiss his cheek. “You are my family now. Your home is mine. And . . . we can make our own traditions. Whatever we like. They’ll be just ours.”

He thought about this, letting her closeness ease the sudden knot in his chest. “Our own traditions.” He liked that idea. “What can we start with?” Kenshin felt a surge of love for this strange, brave woman. His warrior queen. He would give her anything, everything. 

“I don’t know.” She was silent awhile, thinking. “Waking up with a kiss is nice.”

“I kiss you every morning.” A gentle smile turned his lips up at the corners. “I could make you breakfast.” Kenshin was not an accomplished cook. Not even close. They both knew it.

“What if we cooked it together. After sharing a kiss?” 

He felt a laugh building in his chest, low and relaxed. He let it out. “Yes. I would like that. And we will think of more traditions just for us.”

She smiled. “We will.”

[missaengg]

Come Back to Bed

12 Days Until Christmas: Dreary Weather Made for Ikemen Advent hosted by @queengiuliettafirstlady and @candied-boys A/N: In honor of Jude's birthday -- Happy birthday, Jude!! Today's prompt is inspired by Jude's 2nd birthday story translation by @judesmoonbeauty found here. I recommend giving it a read, it's so cute 🥰 Featuring: Ikemen Villains Jude Jazza x f!reader Tags: fluff, light humor, some suggestive details, so not edited... Word Count: 872

You don’t want to get up. The bed is soft and warm. The blanket is cozy. You’re wrapped in Jude’s arms, nestled against his broad chest littered with your love bites from the night before. You trace your fingers on some of the marks, flushing when you remember how he twitched in your mouth as you left the dark, red bruises.

It feels like a sin that you have to leave his arms and his bed, but you know you have to if you want to surprise Jude for his birthday. There’s so much to do before he wakes up. Decorations. Baking his cake. Making breakfast in bed. Preparing his present.

You catch a glimpse of the view outside the window. Groaning, you feel your willpower to get out of bed slipping away, hanging on by a tiny sliver. Outside the window, thick, gloomy clouds hang in the glum, gray sky, a howling wind hurtling a torrid flurry of snow through the air.

You want more than anything to stay in bed with Jude. To stay in the warmth of his embrace and close your eyes and go back to sleep, especially in this awful weather, but you also want to create happy memories for him to cherish moving forward instead of remembering the tragic ones in his past.

Sighing, you peek at the man beside you, melting as you watch him sleep. Jude sleeps soundly, his chest rising and falling in an even rhythm. He looks peaceful – something you always wish for him – no trace of exhaustion or a scowl to be found. A fond smile on your lips, you gently brush back his hair, admiring the sharp edges of his face. You suppress the urge to trace the contours of his cheek with your fingers. You don’t want to accidentally wake him early on his day off. You know he can use the rest.

Carefully, you slip out of his arms and wiggle over to the side of the bed. Clutching the covers around your shoulders, you scan the floor for an item of clothing you can quickly wear so your naked body doesn’t freeze upon exiting the blanket. You spy Jude’s shirt from last night on the floor and reach for it lying on your stomach.

“Cold,” a gruff voice mumbles.

A pair of arms snake around your waist, pulling you towards their owner, and you tumble back, finding yourself squeezed in Jude’s arms, your face squished against his chest.

“Jude, I can’t… I can’t breathe,” you wheeze, slapping his arms.

Jude relents the tiniest of bits, loosening his hold just enough for you to tilt your head up and look at him. He looks back with one bleary eye cracked open, a scowl on his face. “Where do ya think yer goin’?”

Avoiding the question, you give him a quick kiss, a brief meeting of your lips. “Happy birthday,” you whisper, smiling at him.

“Yeah, thanks,” he grunts, disinterested. “Ya didn’t answer my question.”

You scrunch your noise. You should’ve known a simple kiss wouldn’t be enough to distract him. “I just need to take care of a few things. You should go back to bed.”

“It’s cold,” Jude complains.

“I can get one of the castle staff members to start a fire in the fireplace.” You make an attempt to squirm out of his constricting embrace, panic clamoring in your heart at how little time you have remaining now that Jude’s awake.

“I wantcha to warm me up.”

“Mmph!” You expel a sharp, muffled exhale when Jude squeezes his arms around you again, this time also hooking his leg over your hips. You thrash vigorously, but he holds you so tight, you can’t escape. Unwilling to accept defeat, you find his nipple with your mouth and bite down, hard.

“The hell?” he yelps, releasing you from his arms. He gapes at you incredulously, his previously bleary, hooded eyes opening wide in disbelief. “What do ya think yer doin’, ya pervert?”

“I was going to make you breakfast!”

“Hah?” Jude furrows his brows. “Why the hell are ya makin’ me breakfast?”

“Because it’s your birthday,” you say, annoyed. “I wanted to surprise you.”

The two of you lock eyes, staring at one another in silence. A stalemate. A battle of wills to see who’ll break the silence first. 

Jude breaks the silence first, sighing in exasperation and clicking his tongue. “Don’t need all that silly shit fer my birthday,” he grumbles. This time, he pulls you back into his arms gently, nestling you into his side with his arm under your head. “Now go back to sleep. It’s too early for this nonsense.”

Your heart thrums as you watch his eyes close. Despite the harsh exterior of his words, you know what he really means, that having you by his side meant more than all the birthday things you’ve planned for him. Snuggling into the crook of his shoulder, you also close your eyes, relishing how Jude’s warmth envelops you.

Jude’s right. It is too early for all this nonsense, and with the dreary weather outside, you couldn’t think of a better place to be than in bed in your lover’s arms.

All the other stuff can wait.

[sunshine-and-her-ikevil-stuff]

And so it goes

You two are dancing in a snowglobe round and round

Made for Ikemen Advent, hosted by @candied-boys and @queengiuliettafirstlady. Prompt: snowglobe

[eventinelysplayground]

Day 6 of the Ikemen Advent event, lights, by @candied-boys and @queengiuliettafirstlady. I also paired it with the Christmas lights prompt from @writingwhimsey naughty or nice event. This fic is just short and sweet and yes electrical lights did come out in the late 1800's. Just fluff, WC approx 330.

Under the Christmas Lights

You stood in front of the Christmas tree taking in the joy it seemed to radiate, and the way the new electric lights looked bouncing off the ornaments was so pretty. While you were admiring the tree you heard distinct footsteps come up behind you as familiar arms wrapped themselves around your waist.

“You seem quite taken with the lights my dear robin.”

“I kind of am. I've seen them before when I used to be a letter carrier but they were still pretty rare and I was never this close to them before.”

You managed to peel your eyes away from the lights and turned to face William who was smiling at you.

“I’m glad you enjoy them and Victor will be thrilled, they were his idea after all.”

“Really?”

William hummed in agreement as he pressed a light kiss to your lips.

“He believed that with a newly walking, and still unstable, infant this year that it would be safer than the traditional candles.”

You couldn't help but let out a laugh.

“He does keep us all on our toes now.”

William let out a laugh of his own as he brushed a stray block of hair behind your ear.

“He just needs a playmate so that they can entertain each other.”

“I think they'd be more likely to get into twice the trouble.”

“Would that be such a bad thing?”

William's long fingers trailed lightly across your shoulder and over your collarbone then down to your cleavage. A fire stirred inside you in response to his seductive touch.

“No, I don't believe so anyways.”

“Neither do I.”

William pulled you closer to him and brought his lips to your ear.

“So shall we get started? I'm sure your skin will glow under the lights.”

You bit your lip thinking about it, the chances of someone catching you wasn't zero but the heat in Williams eyes had you melting under the lights in no time.

[honey-magazine]

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