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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! ♡”

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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…”

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"girl help" you know what? no. girl hinder. girl hurt. girl... kill

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loving this character isn’t enough I need to unhinge my jaw and sink my teeth into them 

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year of the rabbit 🐇

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^_^ and >_< and also o_O and also T_T as well as >_> btw. if you care -_-

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damn it really is a forbidden love story because there’s no way I can justify spending as much money as I need to get it 😔

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the last unicorn lived in a lilac wood,                  and she lived all alone

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Kiss It Better

Fandom: Ikemen Revolution Pairing: Luka x F!Reader/MC Word count: 2639 Rating: SFW, but there's some smooching Summary: After Luka cuts his finger, you introduce him to the concept of kissing things better... Ever since joining the Black Army, you had no lack of things to do, but cooking quickly became the highlight of your day. Sure, you didn’t mind helping out with other chores, or getting caught up in the antics of the usual suspects, but the kitchen always had something for you to look forward to.

For one, the food was delicious. At first, you felt guilty when you snuck spoonfuls here and there, but when Luka “caught” you, he just put a finger to his lips and gave you a conspiratorial smile. Clearly it wasn’t a big deal, he told you as much, but there was something nice about sharing a secret with him. No, you’d be lying if you said it was the food you looked forward to most. This was your chance to spend time with Luka, without any interruptions, without any teasing from Ray or Seth or Fenrir. It was a chance for you both to wind down, and you could tell he needed it, seeing just how hard he always pushed himself during training. The only problem… it was becoming harder and harder to conceal your feelings for him. You knew he treated you differently, that he warmed up to you so quickly was proof of that, but he was just as quick to pull back and push you away. Seth was adamant that it was only a matter of time before “Luka’s burning passion would reveal itself~ ☆”, but you didn’t want to push your luck. It was just too hard to tell whether the other officers’ teasing made him genuinely uncomfortable, or if he only felt embarrassed for the same reason you did. But today was the day. You were going to-- well, you weren’t sure what you were going to do, what you were going to say, how you’d say it, or when. But you weren’t going to waste this opportunity, and you had kind of maybe told everyone you were going to do it. It’d be too easy to chicken out of it otherwise. Luka was already hard at work when you stepped into the kitchen, his back turned to you, sleeves rolled up as he chopped vegetables. You couldn’t resist the chance to watch him with his guard down, how he canted his head, hummed thoughtfully. He seemed so much more at peace here than on the training grounds, but his hands were no less swift. Slender fingers, strong, steady grip… Ugh, this was not the time to get distracted. With a brisk shake of your head, you cleared away those thoughts for, uh, later. It was time to get to work. “Hi, Luka!” Nerves made the words come out wrong, too loud, squeaky. Inwardly, you cringed. “Ah!” Luka let out a gasp, startled, and you quickly realise his hand must have slipped. Flinching, he tried to hide his hand, but the frown on his delicate features betrayed him, even as he tried to greet you. “Oh… hi, Alice.” “Are you okay? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you! Did you cut yourself? Let me help!” You couldn’t help babbling. “Uh, it’s nothing. I’m fine.” Despite his words, he didn’t brush you off when you took him by the arm, didn’t protest when you led him to the sink. “Ouch, that looks painful.” You said, wincing a bit as you held his hand under the tap. He only shook his head at first, his gaze averted. “No… it’s not that bad.” He mumbled. He wasn’t a very good liar. It wasn’t the worst cut you had ever seen by any means, and he had surely been through worse injuries, but it still must have hurt. His gaze drifted back to you as you gently pat his finger dry with a towel, watching you work. “Where’s the first aid kit?” “In the cabinet, over here.” He reached past you to open it, and it was only then that you realised just how close you were, pinned between him and the counter. As Luka leaned forward to grab the first aid kit, you had to turn your cheek to avoid bumping face first into his chest. You could feel his warmth, enveloped in his scent, and if you just closed the gap… how would it feel? At least like this, he couldn’t see you blush, you just had to hope it wasn’t obvious when he pulled back. Thankfully, you didn’t have to hold your breath for long, as soon enough he pulled back, warmth withdrawn. “Alice?” He looked at you quizzically. “Are you okay?” “Uh, yes! I’m fine. Don’t worry.” You hurriedly reached to take the first aid kit from him, turning away to open it on the counter. He seemed to realise why you were so flustered, taking a step back, and when you glanced over, he didn’t meet your gaze. Was he blushing? You didn’t mean to make him embarrassed, too. Not knowing what to say to break the awkward silence, you reached out for his hand again. Much to your relief, his cut was looking better - maybe you were just fretting over nothing - but that didn’t stop you from winding the bandage around his finger. You couldn’t be reckless about these things. “You… really don’t have to fuss over me like this,” he said quietly. “But thank you.” “It’s my fault that you cut yourself, Luka. It’s the least I can do!” The way he pouted at you was just too cute, you couldn’t resist teasing him. “Want me to kiss it better?” The words were out of your mouth before you could even consider stopping them. “Huh?!” The pout was gone, replaced by a gasp, his eyes wide. “It’s… it’s something we do in the Land of Reason. When someone gets injured. You, um, kiss it better.” He didn’t say anything, but after a second, he gave a small nod. So small you almost thought you imagined it, but-- “... I don’t mind.” You blinked. That wasn’t the response you had expected, but you weren’t about to complain. Slowly, you raised his hand to your lips and pressed them to his bandaged finger. The bandage tickled, just a little, and you could feel your heartbeat through your fingers-- or were you feeling his? You wanted to hold his hand for a little longer, but you weren’t sure how much more of this your heart could take. “Does it, uh, feel better?” You asked, letting go of him. His hand hovered in the air before he hastily withdrew it. The blush on his face was unmistakable, his long eyelashes fluttering as his gaze fell to the floor. “That’s, um-- well, we really should get started on the cooking…” He said, turning away. It was hard to break the silence after that, and there was no way you could follow through with your plan to tell him now. Even so, the thought of it wouldn’t leave your head, and focusing on cooking was a struggle. Thankfully, it was a recipe Luka knew by heart, and after you took over chopping the vegetables, the two of you got into a steady rhythm, the silence becoming more comfortable. Even with you sneaking glances at him every so often, it wasn’t long before you finished the side dishes, and the pot of stew he stood over was almost ready. “Can you taste this for me?” He asked, offering you a spoon. “It might need more seasoning.” You were more than happy to oblige, perhaps too enthusiastic, scooping up a spoonful and shoving it into your mouth without a second thought. It only took a second for you to realise your mistake, flinching. “Is it that bad?” His brows knit together as he watched you struggle to chew and swallow, the hot stew burning your tongue and the roof of your mouth. Reaching for a glass of water, you hurriedly shook your head before taking a gulp. Finally, mouth no longer on fire, you gasped out an explanation. “N-no, I just burnt my tongue!” “Do you want me to kiss it better?” He asked, voice full of concern. … Did he really just say that? Clearly he hadn’t caught the full meaning of his words, but your expression and stunned silence must have clued him in. “Uh! Sorry, I said something weird, I didn’t mean-- forget I said that.” As if you could forget that, as if you wanted to. Just as he was about to turn away, you caught him by the arm. This was it. The giddiness in your stomach and the racing of your heart numbed the pain, captivated instead by the gleam in his amber eyes, the way his lip trembled. “I wouldn’t mind.” Luka’s downturned gaze snapped up to your face, his expression a mixture of disbelief and… hope? If you thought his cheeks looked red before, that was nothing compared to the furious blush on them now. With how hot your face felt, you must have looked the same way. “No, it’s more than that, I’d like you to.” You continued, stumbling over your words. “To, uh, kiss me-- kiss it better.” You felt frozen, waiting for him to respond, to move, your hand clinging to his wrist. “You really want me to?” He asked, hesitant, head tilted, strands of deep purple hair falling over his eye. It’d be enough just to nod, to say yes. But there was only so much waiting you could take before it became unbearable. Instead, you pulled him closer, tugging on his arm, and reached up, your fingers brushing against his neck. You could feel his muscles tense as your hand settled, his pulse racing beneath your palm. Swallowing your fears, you licked your lips and tilted his head towards yours. That was answer enough for him. Desire replaced the doubt in his eyes, drawn towards your lips until his eyelids fell shut. Finally, the distance between you was closed, the feel of his warm breath on your skin followed by the softness of his lips against yours. Kissing him was every bit as perfect as you had imagined. He was so gentle, as if touching something fragile, something precious, but he was more than happy to respond in kind when you grew bolder, the kiss becoming firmer, more insistent. His wrist slid from your grasp, but your hand wasn’t left empty for long, his fingers locking with yours. Hesitantly, you parted your lips and ran the tip of your tongue against his. He let out a soft moan, caught off-guard, squeezing your hand before he reciprocated. His mouth was soft and sweet and wet and warm, and you had almost forgotten what had let this happen, until you realised why the sensations felt so… raw. The pain of your burnt tongue had become a distant memory, soothed by Luka’s attentions. It was impossible to focus on anything else, really, only the feeling of his lips on yours, his body pressed against you, his arm wrapped around your waist, his breath, his sighs and his moans, mingling with your own. Nothing else mattered in that moment but him. Eventually, you had to come up for air, dizzy and dazed as a shaky exhale fell from your lips. His arm held you steady, firm, but he pressed your face into the crook of his neck before you could get the chance to look at him, to kiss him again. His silky hair tickled your cheek as you leaned into him, his skin soft and warm against yours. You couldn’t resist nuzzling against his neck, enjoying being so close, and you wondered if he felt the same, until you felt his thumb rub gentle circles on your palm, his fingers still intertwined with yours. Even so, you couldn’t find the words to ask him, to make sure - light-headed as you were, saying anything felt like it’d be a challenge. But soon enough, you felt his neck tense as he gulped nervously and finally broke the silence. “Did it work?” His voice sounded breathless still, unsure. “Huh?” “... Do you feel better?” “Oh, uh-- yes,” you forced the words out. “Never felt better.” It wasn’t a lie, but there was more, so much more you could say. Yet you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. “I didn’t go too far, did I?” Luka mumbled, his grip on you loosening. “No, not at all! It was-- you were--” Great. Amazing. Perfect. “... My tongue feels better. Thank you.” You could feel your heart pound hard, so hard that he must’ve felt it, and pulled away, suddenly self-conscious. Taking a step back, you glanced up at him briefly and found him staring at his feet, cheeks still flushed, angelic lips parted. The silence felt so awkward, so uncomfortable, compared to before. He was the first to turn away, reluctantly withdrawing his hand, your own feeling empty without his fingers in-between. You felt a pang in your chest, hurt, until you realised why exactly he had turned away so soon - the stew! It was no wonder it had slipped your mind, but thankfully it hadn’t burned, and for Luka, it seemed to provide the perfect distraction. Looking closer, you could see even the tips of his ears were red, his head sheepishly lowered as he stirred the pot. “... So, did it need more seasoning?” “I couldn’t really tell, to be honest,” you admitted. “Let me try it again.” “Sure, just be careful this time.” His words were teasing, almost chiding, but his kind smile was a relief. He stepped aside to give you enough space to squeeze in beside him, offering the spoon to you again. You flashed him a smile before taking a spoonful, this time waiting and blowing on the stew first. His gaze was expectant, amber eyes studying you as he watched for your reaction. Even with your burnt tongue, your face lit up as you tasted it, the herbs and spices in perfect harmony, the gravy comforting and hearty. “Ahh, it’s perfect, Luka!” You exclaimed, already going in for another spoonful. As expected of Luka’s cooking, the meat was perfectly tender, melting in your mouth. No matter what meal he made, his cooking always reminded you of home. Content, your eyes fell shut while you savoured the taste, breathing in the warm scents of the kitchen. You felt something softly brush against the corner of your lips and froze. The feel of his finger was unmistakable, his touch hesitant as he traced the curve of your cupid’s bow, the outline of your bottom lip. “Cute…” He mumbled, so quiet you almost missed it over the sounds of the stove. You couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips, and there was no way you could stop yourself from sneaking a peek at him. His delicate cheeks were tinged pink, lips parted in wonder, his gaze soft as he studied your features, glancing up, only to meet your eyes. You both froze for a moment before he sharply drew in a breath, returning to his senses and withdrawing his hand. “Sorry, I-- you had a bit of sauce on your mouth.” Flustered, he quickly looked away. He really wasn’t a good liar. “Oh, uh, thanks!” You hurriedly tried to change the topic. “It’s… the stew’s really good. I don’t think it needs any more seasoning.” Your idea seemed to work, soothing the awkward tension just a little. “Then… will you fetch the plates?” He asked, peeking over at you. You nodded, mustering a smile. Slowly, the two of you returned to the usual routine, trying to focus on serving tonight’s meal, to push away the thoughts of each other’s lips, to ignore the tingling sensation whenever your fingers meet. Next time, you’d tell him what you wanted to say. But for now, this much was enough.

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♠Black Army officer OC ♠

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