#ikemen calendar

[kumabakesart]

Dendro doctor for May calendar's up for download (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

download link: Baizhu

Speedpaint version's on my Youtube channel („• ᴗ •„)

[popponn]

in perfection and in imperfection.

summary: he is loving, so much so, despite everything and because of 'everything' he calls as you. (a short headcanons of them as boyfriend, again.)

notes: january feels like it will be a busy month for me. in a good way, it's a good feeling. maybe this is also a sign i will meet rl isagi. those things aside, happy new year everyone. good luck for this year too. have this very fit of madness hcs. warnings: none, just fluff of downbad & lovesick boys, reader's gender unspecified.

characters: isagi, chigiri, rin

isagi yoichi—

is so understanding and sharp that you will never feel uncared for. most probably also got a list of your favorite things & important dates in his notes & calendar. even noel noa doesn't get that privilege. he is so downbad that everyone just accepts everything is second to you (and soccer).

is the type that gets so into you once you get his heart. do you worry that you might be #2 soccer? stay still babe, at some point you kind of mix in with 'the soccer' too honestly. every first goal? dedicated in your name. first person to call after a match? you—no matter how short or long it will be, it has to be you. he is away for a match overseas? you better be the one who gets a sleep call schedule ready because when yoichi wants something yoichi will somehow do it. and if you try to praise him—despite all the years of growing confidence—he still gets flustered like a boy with his first crush when it's you. it's as endearing as it is embarrassing to him. if someone points it out he will state it with pride though—after all, his feelings for you are one of his pride.

however, is also the type of guy who would rather shoulder as much as possible. he does it out of love, sure, but having him trying to swallow some problem under the guise of "forcing you to change something is a big no" is just asking for a bigger problem in the long run. so, you do have to be the one who gets the serious talks starting—and he sometimes could get really stubborn even though he is one of the most communicative ones so get ready for that. the thing with yoichi is that he really has to get it to accept it.

chigiri hyoma—

is a beautiful ikemen who walks with the charm of a shoujo manga lead maxed out. as in if this guy falls for you he just naturally acts like a shoujo lead who came to life. and he is also one of the most fashionable guys who puts attention and care on his and your appearance. try to aim for the cutest couple award and high chance you will win.

is also a very dedicated man. he will make sure you know how much he treasures you and it shows. he is not the tidiest person, he is also a pretty demanding guy, but with you? "fine, okay. i'm doing this just for you, you know," he says and hyoma doesn't lie. he will do anything for you. the amount of trust he puts on you is really evident too and he is not one to shy away from saying it. also, trust that this guy will gladly run across tokyo on a lazy monday morning during his rare break just to deliver you anything if you ask. he will demand kisses, yes, but that's also a benefit in its own way.

but, he is also very moody and, admittedly, impatient. so when he gets into this sort of mood you have to keep your head clear and deal with him until his head cools down. he won't hurt you—he will never—but without a doubt his attitude and wording could definitely drag your anger out. he also tends to focus on one thing and one thing only when he gets like this, while it has its benefits, during these times you have to be really patient when trying to talk to him.

itoshi rin—

is the type of guy who truly embodies "it's the small things". also, he is so attentive and combining this with the fact he is more into action than words—you honestly get yourself a gold mine of top-tier 'act of service' bf.

is actually very affectionate once you can translate his silent languages. he is always close to you at every chance he gets. it's not even funny. some people could translate this as some guard dog behavior, some braver souls translate this like a kid following the elder around, but honestly rin just likes being close to you. it calms him down in a way that also somehow manages to keep him awake—which is a nicer way to put 'this guy sometimes barely blinks when he is staring at you'. your happiness is one of his top priorities and he will bite someone literally if he has to just for that. this is how bad it is. but all in all, all of this is a way for him to keep an eye for you and be ready to assist you in anything—you need to take something? you need him to carry something? you want to buy something? just leave it to him, it will make him happy too. if you get overwhelmed? tell him, this guy is actually really quick to adjust things the moment he gets it. and for you? he will somehow do it even faster.

with all that being said though, this guy could get confusing at times. when he gets into a particularly negative thought, his first response would be to bark out his emotions and afterward distance himself. clearly, communication with him is hard. but despite all the silent treatment you get, he still wants to have you close—while being the one who keeps his distance from you. dealing with rin when he is being like this truly requires maturity and delicacy that probably rivals an esper skills.

[scummy-writes]

2025 Simp Calendars Are HERE!

Going on strong for another year, I'm sharing my yearly ikemen calendars with yall to print out for free! These calendars not only mark down ikemen birthdays (from select games) but they also have a slot for you to insert your own photo of whatever you'd like! I typically put ikemen.

They were made with my wallet in mind to be wary of when cyb*rd may drop birthday sale sets.

A special thanks to @natimiles for compiling a list of bdays across all the cybird games, it was very handy for me to use as reference! Another special thanks to @rjthirsty for helping me get the ikemen villains emblems to use on here.

Here is an example of Jan 2025! Beside it, an example of the december 2024 calendar printed out, because I'm too tired to print out jan 2025 tonight.

Download Links: Ikevamp/Ikepri/ikevil Calendar || Ikevamp Calendar || Ikepri Calendar || Ikevil Calendar || Blanks

Important Notes:

I've included a 2026 version of January!! Please do not get it confused with the 2025 January!!

This was made for fun, and I am not an artist at all, so there may be small imperfections and boring design choices. I am sharing since friends and followers were interested.

The size of the calendars overall are made to print on a full sheet of regular printer paper (8.5x11). (I highly recommend using cardstock if you have the option!) You should be able to use your computer’s default printing option to print these off fine.

The size for the customized photo window is 1129x1241 pixels. You should be able to edit this in any program designed for editing photos, I even tested it and made sure you could put in a photo using MS Paint!

Keep in mind that when printing, some printers may skew the colors a bit and make them either lighter or darker.

For the jp spoiler characters/newest characters in ikevamp and ikepri, their bdays are not listed. I don't have their emblems/crests so I could not add them. (for ikepri this is azel, matias, and kagari, I can't find a clean version anywhere for them)

For the JP spoiler characters in ikevil, however, I was able to get their emblems!

Ikevamp has no July birthdays, so there is just a blank calendar in the Ikevamp Only set. In the other sets, it will only show the Ikepri/ikevil bday for that month.

The same thing happens in june, but with ikevil instead.

If there is an issue like a misspelling or a suitor’s birthday being listed wrong, please let me know 🙏

If you enjoy this or end up using it, please consider reblogging or commenting! That way I can consider revisiting this in 2026 and trying to make improvements based on the interest.

If you super duper enjoy it and feel very generous, I do have a ko-fi link in my pinned post, but these are 100% free to download and do not feel pressured to do anything else.

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[neorukixart]

My calendar told me that it's been a year since I finished my first play of Digimon Survive so because I'm a nostalgic busy idiot, let me compile all the stuff I've drawn of Miyuki the Minase siblings (because it's the only thing I've done for Survive to far ;w;)

I'm sorry I'm so busy being overly emotional about this game to the point that I barely draw stuff orz and sorry not sorry that I felt in love with the Minase siblings uwu

Check the individual pieces in the following links:

[x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x]

Bonus:

Ikemen Akiharu edit

Adult Ruki mama that no one asked for (actually yes, someone asked)

[eventinelysplayground]

It's day one of the Ikemen Advent calendar event hosted by @candied-boys and @queengiuliettafirstlady. The prompt was Wool Clothing and I sort of managed to use the prompt from @writingwhimsey Naughty or Nice event which was meeting under the mistletoe. Again it's not exactly it but I think it's close enough to count it. A quiet night turns into a headache for more than one person with the delivery of some hand knitted woolen scarves. Fluffy fun, WC approx 945.

A Spirits Visit

It was a quiet peaceful night at the temple. Kennyo sat at his writing desk working on a letter to one of his followers off to the side Ranmaru sat brewing tea and across from him sat his teenage son working half-heartedly on transcribing some sutras.

“I think you missed a word.”

“Huh?”

Kennyo frowned as he looked up and over to his son's work finding the mistake Ranmaru pointed out.

“You must pay more attention to your work Shingen.”

“Sorry Father, I guess my thoughts were elsewhere.”

“That is no excuse to be so careless in your work.”

Shingen’s shoulders slumped and he hung his head.

“It's okay, you can always start again. In fact I'll even do one with you!”

Shingen smiled at Ranmaru who stood to get himself some paper.

“Thanks Ranmaru.”

Kennyo let out a sigh and returned to writing his letter. Just as he had picked up his brush the door slid open.

“Daddy, big brother we brought you something!”

The little girl came running inside carrying some folded up woolen scarves followed by a teenage girl and their mother. She went straight to her father and brother, arms outstretched holding out the woolen scarves and her face was lit up by a beaming smile.

“Mommy made them but I picked out the wool she used.”

“Thank you Keiko, thank you my dear.”

“Thanks little sister, thanks Mom.”

Kennyo and Shingen each reached out taking a scarf, the former wrapping it around his neck while the later placed it on the desk.

“Oh and I made this practice square!”

“You did a very good job, Keiko"

“I'm sure she'll have the hang of knitting in no time.”

“Here Ranmaru this one's for you, I made it myself.”

“Oh wow, thanks Akemi! The colors sure are pretty and it looks just as good as Lady Mai’s.”

“Akemi, Keiko, why don't you two go and deliver the rest of the scarves while I prepare dinner.”

“Okay Mommy!"

“There are a lot of them. I'm not sure we can carry them all by ourselves, would you come help us brother?”

“Your brother must concentrate on his studies.”

“I'll help you.”

“Thank you Ranmaru.”

“Yay, come on Ranmaru!”

Keiko grabbed onto Ranmaru's arm and pulled him out of the room laughing while her older sister and mother shook their heads and followed behind laughing. Kennyo smiled at the scene and watched them for a moment before turning back to his letter. Before he could resume it though he caught his son staring at the scarf and absently playing with it and he let out a sigh.

“What is it now?”

Shingen shook his head before meeting his father's glare.

“Nothing.”

“Do not lie to me Shingen.”

Shingen let out a sigh and rolled his eyes in an all too familiar way.

“It's just, Mom has been teaching some of the girls how to knit scarves as well and a few of them had a competition going on who could finish first so they could gift me one…”

“That is enough.”

Kennyo held up a hand to stop his son from speaking.

“If you would put half as much attention into your studies and other responsibilities as you do into thinking of women you would rival the greatest warlords and abbotts of both my time and your own.”

“Isn't one of my responsibilities to find a suitable wife though, to work alongside me as Mom does with you.”

Kennyo felt a headache coming on and rubbed his forehead.

“Yes it is, but you still can not neglect the rest of-”

A snap of Shingen's fingers cut off his father's words.

“I got it! I'll just tell them that Mom surprised me with it and being the dutiful, loving son I am of course I have to wear hers but that their handiwork so far is very lovely and I'd love to see more of it from each of them. I can even bring some sweets along as an apology, girls love sweet things!”

Kennyo groaned as he dragged his hand down his face.

“Even better I can tie some oh what is it…mistletoe onto the basket handle and have the girls reach in themselves for the sweets and when they do I can kiss their hands! Mom said after all that was tradition in-”

Shingen was so lost in his idea he didn't hear the sound of the bells on his father's staff, but he did feel the gentle impact of it on his head.

“Ow!”

“You will do no such thing, now go and help your sisters and Ranmaru deliver the other scarves.”

“But Dad-”

“Now Shingen, or did I not knock enough sense into you tonight?”

Shingen frowned and rubbed his head.

“Alright I'm going.”

Kennyo watched Shingen as he left sulking. As soon as the door slid shut Kennyo grumbled to himself and turned to go back to writing his letter. As he did so though he caught the bowl on his desk beginning to wobble out of the corner of his eye. He stopped and turned his attention to it as it continued to wobble.

“This is not a laughing matter! If he continues on this path he will be worse than you were, and likely more successful as well.”

The bowl continued to wobble.

“And it is certainly no way for a future abbott to act. I will not have my son turn out as you did.”

The bowl wobbled harder and Kennyo crossed his arms.

“Fine, continue your laughter if you must but you should know I blame you for this.”

The bowl wobbled even more and Kennyo continued to grumble and complain before finally giving up and turning his back on it in a huff.

Tag list: @oda-princess, @nightghoul381, @nani-nani-nani, @floydsteeth. Think I got everyone, if you want to be added or removed just msg me.

[shatcey]

Why in December?

Just a random thought that came to my mind a year ago when I wrote down the boys' birthdays in the calendar, and now that I look at this page again, I remember.

So for those of you who don't understand what I'm hinting at…

The last one is Sueharu from Ikemen Genjiden.

So… Why are so many guys with an eye patch born in the same month?

Actually… if spread a bit… At the beginning of January, we have the birthday of Jean d'Arc (IkeVamp).

The only exception I know of is Masamune (IkeSen)… He's somewhere in the summer.

So… What's the connection between guys with an eye patch and winter? Why? I really would like to know.

Oh, by the way, happy birthday, Harr. I haven't forgotten about you. And I probably never will be able to.

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🔝 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋 ℙ𝔸𝔾𝔼 🔝

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[queengiuliettafirstlady]

Recipes of Love The sweet treasure chest of Hot chocolate  

Recipes of Love The sweet treasure chest of Hot chocolate  

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing:   Luke x Julie 

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

Prompt : December 3 - Hot chocolate  

Tag: Established relationship Kisses Domestic Fluff Romantic Fluff

Word Count : 1043

Author’s Note: An hectic day become even messier when two lovebirds decide to try a new recipe, setting the kitchen in dissaray but finding fun even in the most mundane of things, sneaking kisses between a bite of a sweet and an improvised dance among the stoves all the while the snow outiside engulf them in a magic bubble of love. 🥰

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Thank you for everyone who will like, reblog, or comment please be gentle with me english is not my first language so please do not leave rude comments I apologise for eventual errors I hope you will like it 😊

 A certain smell come from the cottage in the forest, enough to be the gossip of the country as few bold birds chirped excitedly fling out and about around the only opened window giving them a view of the kitchen filled to the brim with scrumptious looking dishes and some less than admirable strangely colored pieces of dough stuck around pans and cutlery.

Amidst the mess stood the subjects of said disaster, engaged in anything but cleaning around too focused on reading a book written by both of them, even though judging by Julie’s frown the page they were trying to decipher was written by no one but by Luke himself.

“The recipe said to use chopped chocolate.”

“Are you sure ? Like chocolate will melt anyway when mixed with milk and put on the stove.”

“Ahh yes it’s written here.”

“But what chocolate do we have to use?”

“I don’t know ?”

“Damn what was I thinking when I wrote it.”

“Damned Chevalier.”

“Why him ?”

“‘Cause I am sure he was the one who distracted you from such an important endeavour for some silliness of his.”

Luke couldn't help but let out a laugh at her frown, her glare so fearsome it seemed it could have burned the page just thinking about the object of her anger.

“Sure he had  a job for me or something.” 

“And what did I tell you ? Foolish things, never giving you a break.” 

“Actually I lived off of breaks.” 

Julie brushed her hand back and forth, as to underline it didn’t matter.

“Me too, but this is not the point. The real thing is …”

“How do we find chocolate ?” 

“Yes.”

Her chartreuse eyes lit up as he continued her phrase leaning against the counter waiting for him to continue, sighing softly as the snow continued to fall not giving any hint it would have stopped any time soon.

“You don’t have to worry Julie, trust me.”

“You can’t go out in such a snowstorm.”

“Don’t worry about a thing, just wait and see.”

“What should I … Oh my gosh Luke where did you find all that ?” 

“Eheheh you see I had an idea to try this recipe with you for some time, so when we went to Hope last week I bartered some of our honey with the goods coming from the city.”

As in a dream Julie took a roughly cutted chocolate bon bon in her hands before sliding it in her mouth, a blissful smile curled her lips as the rich flavour of the white chocolate spread on her tongue.

“You have to try it.”

Holding one between her thumb and forefinger she reached Luke who happily obliged, only for his smile to turn into a smirk as he licked his upper lip, a sight that made Julie blush but before she could gaze away he took her in his arms, caging her against the counter.

Their eyes locked as he inched closer at each heartbeat, she almost thought he would have pulled back but the look of untamed desire swimming in his light green eyes told her another story, when he was so focused on her she knew nothing in the world would have made him steer away from his resolve.

Julie welcomed with open arms his passionate kiss, taking delight at the sweetness of the white chocolate meeting the tinge of bitterness of the milk one, his tongue entwined with hers as she brushed her fingers in his gingers lock moaning when his rough hands squeezed her hips pulling her closer to him.

Reluctantly Luke broke off the kiss only to lean his forehead on hers, panting heavily he gazed into Julie’s eyes lit up with excitement as a playful smile curled her soft lips. 

“I was right, you are much sweeter than chocolate.”

“Luke.” 

A blush crept on her cheeks as he brushed his thumb on her bottom lip feeling it flutter.

“It seems I am not the only one who wishes for more.”

“You could never be.”

Julie wrapped her arms around his broad chest, leaving a kiss on his heart as he tightened his arms around her, ever so careful to not break the hug, he moved to face the table where between a peck on the lips and a kiss on the cheek they finally managed to read the whole recipe, the slow lulling movements of his arms around her as they spinned around the room waiting for the chocolate to melt was enough to make her dizzy, but instead of pulling away she merely turned toward him, leaning her head on his chest as he brought her in an improvised waltz.

A soft sigh escaped his lips when he heard the liquid boiling in the pot, carefully Luke stepped away only to pour the mixture in the two cups Julie fetched from a low cabinet, following her in the drawing room as she took her place on the sofa smiling he slide behind her, a position she took advantage of leaning her head on his chest, purring in delight when he managed single handedly to pull a blankets over them, she helped him adjust it and in no time their cats jumped in, cuddling on the pillows next to them.

A sight so endearing she couldn't help but smile pleasantly sipping her chocolate, blissfully engulfed in his warm embrace.

“How is Julie ?”

Julie did not answer, instead she turned around to melt her lips on his, moaning as the feeling of his lips moving on her own, swirling his tongue around hers before entwining them together.

Reluctantly she pulled away only to murmur a few inches from his lips.

“Now it’s delicious.”

A smirk curled her lips at the sight of the rosy blush spreading on his cheeks.

“You are not fair my princess.” 

“Who ever said I was my bear ?”

She brushed her head on his chest, a gesture that coupled with her bright chartreuse eyes and playful pawning of her fingers on his chest did nothing but mesmerize him even more, like an overly affectionate cat seeking to be played with.

Unable to contain his affection he curled his arms around her, holding her close as they looked at one another with fond smiles.

[ikeprinces-stuff]

[𝐵𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑠]

Fandom : ikemen prince (Prince OC X Reader)

Word count : 4k.. again..

People who might appreciate the fic : @reborn-elven-spirit @chirp-a-chirp @queengiuliettafirstlady @citrusmornings @colourless-hydrangeas

Other Vernard fics : Leon , Yves , Chevalier , Jin & Clavis , Nokto , Luke

A/N : It was supposed to be December 7th but *looks at calendar* Ugh I can't believe it... Anyway... As my little sister said, "it's the idea that counts"... Wait no she didn't say that... She said "just leave it for next year"... Dammit!!! Hope y'all enjoy! HAPPY (literally belated) BIRTHDAY VERNARD MÜRRISCH

[𝐵𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑠]

As December settled in with its frosty breath, I felt the chill creeping into the very stones of the palace. The colder days brought with them an avalanche of responsibilities for me, Belle, and I couldn’t shake the idea that perhaps a bit of movement around the palace might fight off the chill lingering in my bones.

With a determined stride, I made my way to Sariel’s office, reports in hand. “Here are all the reports from the two factions over the past few days,” I announced, placing the neatly organized stack on his desk. Sariel, his brow furrowed in concentration, took his time perusing the documents.

“Good work,” he finally commented, his voice warm amidst the cool air. “You’ve earned the rest of the day off.”

(Yes!)

My heart leaped at the unexpected gift of time. Sariel’s keen eyes caught my buoyant energy, and I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of awareness at his scrutiny. “You seem particularly lively today. I’m not implying you shouldn’t be, but it does pique my curiosity,” he remarked with a hint of amusement.

(Oh, he noticed...)

“Well, I have something in mind that I plan to do once my duties are complete; maybe that’s the source of my energy,” I confessed, a spark of excitement igniting within me.

(Ah, I should get started immediately!)

Sariel smiled knowingly, his expression suggesting he understood more than I let on. “Very well then. I hope you manage to pull it off, though I suspect it won’t be a walk in the park.”

His knowing grin lingered, and for a moment, I found myself transfixed by the subtle challenge in his gaze

(Wait… does he somehow know my intention? Trust Sariel to have a read on my thoughts…)

With a determined nod, I exited his office, my mind racing with possibilities.

(Where do I even begin? I’ve already scoured the Domestic Faction office with no success, and the Political Faction was equally unyielding. I’ve heard whispers that the palace library is seldom frequented, so that leads me to... the training ground!)

I swiftly gathered my thoughts, excitement bubbling within me as I made my way to where the soldiers honed their skills. Perhaps in that bustling place, I might uncover a vital clue.

“Not here either...?”

The training ground was alive with the sounds of soldiers hard at work, as the domestic faction members put them through their paces. I scanned the area for the one person I hoped to see, but amidst the flurry of activity, all I spotted were Leon, Jin, Licht, and Yves — no sign of him.

“Hey there, lady!”

A familiar voice called out, drawing my attention. It was Calvel, who approached with a wave.

“Oh, Calvel! You’re here too?”

I said, relieved to see a familiar face.

(Calvel is one of the soldiers I’ve gotten to know during my time here, working under Vernard… sort of.)

“Any luck locating him?” I asked, hopeful.

“No, I didn’t find him,”

Calvel replied, his eyes reflecting disappointment.

“When it comes to vanishing, he’s a pro.”

(I couldn’t agree more. At times, he seems to drift in and out like a ghost…)

“Maybe he’s gone into town?”

I suggested, but Calvel shook his head.

“Nah, it’s unlikely. He doesn’t venture into town at this time of day. Usually busy with his official duties, and today he doesn’t have any scheduled. Besides, even if he did, he wouldn’t spend long outside the palace; he has a strict routine for that.”

“Really…?” (How does he know so much about him?)

“He’s still in the palace,”

another voice interrupted our conversation.

“Hello, Leon,” I greeted him.

“Hey, I overheard you two struggling to find him,” Leon replied, a knowing smile on his face.

Calvel sighed. “You know how it is, Your Highness. When that time of year rolls around, he just disappears.”

(‘When that time of year’?) I thought in surprise. “This isn’t the first time he’s done this?” I asked, my curiosity piqued. Leon and Calvel shrugged, and Leon explained, “He tends to pull this stunt almost every year… he vanishes, only to reappear as if he’d never left right after the day is over.”

(Why does he do that?) The question nagged at me.

“Lord Sariel has had me looking for him for the last two days,” Calvel said tiredly. “I don’t even want to think about what he’ll do to me if I don’t find him today.”

“Wait, Sariel came to see you personally?” I asked, surprised.

Flashback ~

“Very well then. I hope you manage to pull it off, though I suspect it won’t be a walk in the park.”

Flashback ends ~

(Of course he would know, is there anything Sariel doesn’t know?)

“He’s been hiding for two days? If he knew Sariel was looking for him, he’d appear in a heartbeat.” Leon remarked cheerfully, glancing at the worried Calvel who let out another sigh.

(I had half a mind to wonder if he had snuck off with one of the political faction members and decided to lounge outside the palace for days!)

“Have you thought about checking his room?” I suggested, hope creeping back in.

(It’s the last place left in the palace where he could be, after all.)

Leon responded quickly, “He's definitely hiding in his room, but it won’t help much — he locks the door whether he’s inside or outside.”

(Ugh… just hearing this makes me frustrated. I know he values his privacy like anyone else, but this is a bit over the top.)

“I get it, I do. It is excessive,” Leon said, almost as if he could read my thoughts. “Convincing him to come out today would be a challenge.” He glanced at me, as if expecting I might hold the solution, and soon found Calvel looking at me too.

“What…?” I asked, bewildered.

“We’ve tried every trick in the book to lure him out on this day, and the more we try, the more cautious Vernard gets,” Leon explained with a smile that betrayed his enthusiasm for the challenge. “It’s almost like a game at this point.”

In that spacious room, the chandelier sparkled brightly, even with the sun shining outside. The thick curtains were drawn tight, casting the room in a golden hue as sunlight bounced off their fabric. The prince, with hair as white as freshly fallen snow, stood before a mirror, silently studying his reflection. His gaze wandered beyond his own features, taking in the chaotic scene around him—the scattered papers and hastily-drawn sketches strewn across the floor and bed.

With a heavy sigh, he brushed a hand across his forehead, his eyes landing on a sheet of paper sitting on the table. Beside it lay a piece of charcoal, its tip stained with dark marks. The paper bore a myriad of rough lines and shapes, hinting at the struggle to capture something—or perhaps someone—just right. He let out another sigh, standing to gather the scattered pages, each one filled with his charcoal scrawls. But they all had one thing in common: each depicted a face, one that danced in and out of focus, just out of reach.

“And I still haven’t been able to get the features just right…”

he muttered softly to himself, knowing he was the only one there to hear. His voice lingered in the air, heavy with a sense of sadness and yearning as he studied the drawings before him.

Suddenly, a soft knock echoed through the room, breaking the silence. He froze, straining to determine whether the sound was real. When the knock came again, he began to analyze the situation. It was such a light tap. Given his circumstances, no maid or servant dared approach his door or even come close. They had been warned to keep their distance; his privacy was not to be disturbed. His brothers and Sariel knew better than to intrude when he was this deep in thought. Only Clavis had the audacity to speak to him through the door, droning on about the benefits of joining some faction or another.

But this felt different. It left him with just one possibility…

"I can’t believe I’m doing this..." I muttered under my breath, hesitation creeping over me as I stood in front of the door. I knocked twice, a pit forming in my stomach. "Maybe... he’s not here?" Hope tinged my thoughts, as I wished for an easy escape.

It was true; I didn’t fully grasp why Leon and the others had pushed me into this crazy plan. Their reasons felt distant, like whispers in the wind, and yet here I was, on the brink of doing something I’d never imagined. How had I let them convince me? I couldn’t shake the guilt that wrapped around me like a heavy blanket.

Minutes passed and I hovered there, contemplating whether to knock again or just turn around and forget this completely.

(One last try.) My hand was just about to make contact with the door again when I suddenly heard the soft click of the lock turning, the door creaking open.

"Oh…" The realization hit me—he really was here! Half of his face was visible, but those familiar jade eyes were unmistakable, staring back at me with an unreadable expression.

“It’s you,” he said, his voice calm as ever, as if he’d been expecting me all along. My heart raced, and I scrambled for words.

(What am I going to say now? I wasn't expecting him to be here for real!)

Silence hung heavy between us, stretching into awkward seconds as he stood there, the door half open, his face partly shrouded in shadows. He looked patient, almost intrigued, as if he truly wanted to hear what I had to say. (Is he really willing to listen?)

“Do you need help?” he finally asked, each syllable radiating genuine care.

(Here goes nothing…) “I was just heading out of the palace to do some shopping, but...” I hesitated, biting my lip. “Because of my role as Belle, I can’t exactly roam around alone, and… well, I can’t ask Rio for help since he’s busy. Plus, I don’t want to pull the other princes from their duties just for something so trivial…” My heart raced.

(I really hope this works. This is part of the plan we cooked up, even if I’m still against spinning a tale for Vernard...)

“Okay.” His response was a bit surprising.

(Wait… what?!)

“I don’t have anything planned today anyway,” he continued, his voice steady. “I’ll go with you. It’s part of my role as your guardian while you’re here.”

I couldn’t believe he actually agreed. No one else would have fallen for this; they would have seen right through my cover story.

(But what if he knows I’m up to something and he’s just playing along?)

My mind raced with possibilities, but at that moment, all I could think about was that he was coming with me.

Vernard and I strolled through the town, the chill in the air contrasting with the bright sunlight beaming down on us. Markets lined the streets, vibrant and bustling with life.

"Thanks for joining me, Vernard. I hope I'm not interrupting your free week," I said, my voice straightforward.

"No worries! I was bored just lounging in my room anyway," he replied.

(I can't believe he spent two whole days in there... I wonder what he was up to.)

"So, what kind of shopping do you want to do? I’m here to help with whatever you need," he said, his gaze fixed on me with intention.

"Um..." (Let’s think this through...)

“Oh! Look at this!” I exclaimed, heading toward one of the sweet pastry stalls, their colors as bright as jewels, the sugary toppings sparkling like stars.

"This’ll do," I thought to myself, feeling Vernard standing beside me.

“Sweets?” he asked, a curious tone in his voice. I nodded enthusiastically. “I know what you’re thinking. I’m not as good at baking as Yves, and honestly, I wouldn’t have time to learn. Plus… I really don’t want to bother him to teach me,” I admitted.

“So you decided to take the easy way out,” he quipped, interrupting me. I shuffled and scratched the back of my neck. “Maybe.”

Just then, a cheerful voice cut through our conversation. “Oh, Mr. Verny! Good day!”

“Huh…?”

“Good day! How’s everything going?” Vernard responded warmly.

“All good, thanks to you,” the vendor beamed.

I glanced back and forth, trying to piece together their connection. “Do you two know each other?”

“Of course! Mr. Verny here is the reason I opened this little stall. I was unemployed and desperate to provide for my small family,” the vendor explained.

(Really...?)

“You have a real talent for baking, and I just had to help you,” Vernard replied modestly. “Even if I hadn’t seen your potential, I would have done what I could.”

“Hahaha, you can’t imagine how much your help changed my life! And since you dropped by…” The vendor rushed to a corner of the stall and returned with a beautifully decorated box that looked like a tart. “This is for you, quiche, your favorite. Happy birthday!”

(Quiche is his favorite? Wait, did he just say, ‘Happy birthday?’)

“You mean today is Verna—uh, Mr. Verny’s birthday?” I asked, wide-eyed.

“How could I not know? He visits me every year on his birthday,” the vendor replied proudly.

(Wait, he does?! And I thought he didn’t even leave his room on this day!)

“You really shouldn’t have gone through all this trouble…” Vernard murmured quietly, but the vendor just scoffed. “You say that every year! That gives me all the more reason to celebrate you. Consider it a gift of gratitude.”

“Did I hear you correctly? Today is your birthday, Mr. Verny?” another vendor chimed in, and suddenly, the surrounding stalls erupted with chatter.

“Oh, what’s happening?” I wondered.

Happy birthday shouts filled the air, encircling Vernard like a flock of excited pigeons gathering around a piece of bread.

(I’ve never seen so many people swarm around Vernard except for the soldiers at the palace. The townsfolk must care for him so much...)

I turned to look at Vernard, who accepted the well-wishes with a warm, charming smile. Yet, I couldn’t help but notice something odd—he was covering his left ear with his hand.

(Is this one of Vernard’s strange habits that Calvel often talks about?)

"I didn’t see that coming; the people in town seem to really like you," I remarked, glancing at the box of quiche he was holding. Vernard nodded, a gentle smile gracing his lips.

(It’s rare to see him look so relaxed. Usually, he's too engrossed in his duties at the palace, where even a simple smile seems to throw him off.)

“Sorry about what happened back there… you didn’t get the chance to do what you wanted,” he said, his eyes filled with an apologetic softness. (Right... I had meant to go ‘shopping’, but that plan went sideways.)

I turned to take in the setting sun, feeling a sense of calm wash over me.

(At least we gained some unexpected time together. I hope everything unfolds well.)

“No problem! Let’s head back to the palace,” I replied, excitement bubbling in my voice. Vernard raised an eyebrow, questioning my eagerness. “Can’t we walk around a little longer?”

“Yes, but I don’t want to be late, Vernard, and I’d rather not distract you any longer,” I urged again,

(We really need to get back.)

“…You can go back. I’ll keep walking around,” he said, not breaking eye contact.

“And when will you return?” I pressed.

“Midnight.” (What?! You're joking, right?)

“He tends to pull this stunt almost every year… he vanishes, only to reappear as if he’d never left right after the day is over.”

(I thought it meant staying holed up in his room, but now it felt more complex.)

“Why all this fuss?” I wondered, resolved to find out. “I can’t go back without you, Vernard.” His expression didn’t change, as if he had expected my response all along.

“Yes, you can,” he insisted, turning his back to me, cradling the quiche box protectively. I stepped forward, placing myself in his path.

“Just a moment ago, you were hesitant to go out, and now you’re avoiding going back? What gives? What’s with the contradiction, especially today?”

“So you realize I was avoiding the idea of going out?” he said, a hint of frustration in his tone. I winced inwardly; (Crap, he caught on.)

(While I’d tried to mask my awareness of his reluctance to celebrate his birthday, it was clear he saw straight through my act.)

“If you knew I was lying, why go along with it?” I asked, pushing onward. “You could’ve said no, and we wouldn’t be standing here arguing.”

He stayed silent, his gaze zeroing in on me as if I were a piece of art demanding scrutiny.

(What are you thinking, Vernard?)

His eyes, usually so guarded, looked sad, piercing into me with a depth I couldn't quite decipher.

(He seem so troubled?)

“I don’t want to go back now...” he murmured softly, as if the words themselves were painful. “If you want to leave, that’s fine; I’ll stay here until I feel like the matter has been completely forgotten.”

(What does that even mean?)

My frustration boiled beneath the surface. “I don’t understand what you’re trying to avoid! If you hadn’t gone out, you wouldn’t have faced all those congratulations from the townsfolk…”

I glanced at the quiche, realizing how happy today had made him, even if he didn't want to acknowledge it. “I can’t understand you if you keep quiet; you’re not giving me any reasons, and it’s making everything difficult!”

“When you chose to be my guardian, you promised to help make my role in choosing a king easier, getting to know everyone, including you.

His eyes widened at that, as if my words had struck a chord.

(Finally!)

“After hearing about you, I got curious... why do you shut yourself away like this?”

He held my gaze, but didn’t reply.

(Great. More silence.)

“Some things can’t be explained with just words...” he finally said, still staring at me, his voice barely above a whisper.

(Speaking in riddles again, huh?)

But just like that, his expression shifted, becoming cold and resolute. “Lead the way.”

(What...?)

He didn’t elaborate, just stepped aside and gestured for me to go first.

(Wait, does that mean he’s really coming back with me?)

I shouldn’t get my hopes up, though. Vernard was known for his tricky nature; he could be playing games and might vanish the moment I turned my back.

(. . . )

(Am I seriously doubting Vernard?)

I took a few hesitant steps towards the palace, glancing back to see if he was following, butterflies fluttering in my stomach. He better not disappear on me this time.

When we returned to the palace, I braced myself for Vernard to be met with stern words or mild reprimand, but what awaited us was unexpectedly jubilant. A vibrant party filled the grand ballroom, celebrating his birthday. Yet, I quickly realized the atmosphere was far from the joyous occasion I had imagined.

“I only deigned to attend because Prince Nokto extended the invitation; otherwise, I would’ve refrained from this festivity,” one guest scoffed, glancing disdainfully at Vernard.

“Perhaps I shall seize this opportunity to finally make the acquaintance of Prince Chevalier,” another added, their tone dripping with disinterest.

"If they had simply declared it a common gathering, I might have chosen to attend instead of honoring the birthday of… the likes of him.”

(What in the world...?)

Amidst the throng of nobles, I managed to blend in, donning the guise of a noblewoman. Yet, my ears caught snippets of conversation that left me utterly aghast.

('The likes of him?’ They're not talking about Vernard are they…)

“This is hardly the expression a noble lady should wear,” a voice interjected, breaking through my spiral of bewilderment.

(Clavis?)

“Regrettably, it’s not our first encounter with such remarks. For a newcomer like you, it can be quite vexing,” he remarked with an air of nonchalance, though I caught the flicker of concern in his eyes.

(I'm more shocked than annoyed. Why would they speak so disparagingly of Vernard like that?)

“That is precisely why he retreats into the shadows year after year,” Clavis continued. “He is well aware that words of ‘Happy Birthday’ will not come readily from the nobility who lamentably do not see dear Vernard as worthy.”

(They don’t recognize his worth?)

“Are you saying they harbor disdain for him? But what did he do to deserve this?”

My voice grew louder, propelled by disbelief, but I quickly tempered my tone. Just earlier, he had been met with warm greetings in town. Yet here, amidst the palace walls, I had expected something little amiable.

“It’s not so much about what dear Vernard has done; rather, it’s about what he is—persecuted by those who wield power in the court.”

(Persecuted for who he is…?)

Clavis’s words left me in profound confusion. I couldn’t fathom why Vernard would endure such harsh sentiment on his birthday. He must have anticipated the criticisms—that was why he kept himself hidden. But…

“This is nothing new for him; however…” I shot Clavis a pointed look. “You still hosted this party, forcing him to attend, knowing the likelihood of such demeaning remarks.”

“Because he asked for it,” Clavis replied, his tone unfaltering.

(What?)

“Dear Vernard knows all too well that the cold remarks await him, and honestly, I love my brothers. It pains me to hear such words spoken of him, year after year.”

His usual smirk lingered, masking whether he spoke in jest or earnestness.

“Parties are not merely for revelry and merriment; they can serve as crucial arenas for alliances and negotiations, particularly those held by the royal family.”

(His words ring true; there’s little escaping that reality.)

“They’re not here to wish Vernard a happy birthday,” I stated, realization dawning upon me.

“They seize the occasion for their own ambitions. It’s an astute method to cultivate connections with the prince on his special day. Yet, for dear Vernard…”

Clavis shrugged, leaving the end of his sentence hanging in the air, inviting contemplation.

“And remarkably, he seems unfazed, even encouraging this charade. ‘Let it be like any other gathering,’ he insists.”

(So he prefers that they treat it as a festivity rather than acknowledge him...)

As Clavis turned to leave, I found myself awash in a sea of disquieting questions.

(So, all of Vernard’s seemingly exaggerated actions today were steeped in purpose...)

He had sought to evade such an affair, yet I had coaxed him to attend, accepting the invitation only to reveal the ugly truth behind his reluctance.

(Now that I’ve witnessed it firsthand…)

His birthday celebration—a time meant for joy—had become a forum for those who bore ill will toward him. Instead of receiving kind wishes and heartfelt congratulations, he was met with neglect and derision. I couldn’t help but wonder how he truly felt, enduring this every year. It was a bitter reality, turning a day meant for celebration into one of hurtful whispers and feigned affability.

(Where is he?)

I want to find Vernard, to understand what he's feeling right now amidst all this chaos. I began scanning the bustling crowd, the lively chatter and laughter blending into a dissonant hum that drowned out my thoughts, but he was nowhere in sight.

(Of course, he wouldn't be in the center of the hall...)

My heart raced as I made my way toward the balcony, seeking the solitude I imagined he must cherish. When I finally spotted him, his back turned to the throng of guests, he stood tall, gazing at the half-full moon.

“How was the party?” he asked, his voice calm and detached, still fixated on the glowing orb above us. I hesitated, grappling with my thoughts, feeling a weight settle in my chest.

(What should I even say to him...?)

“I...” My voice trailed off, swallowed by the cool evening air.

“I hope you’ve satisfied your curiosity now.” His words lingered in the space between us, loaded with unspoken grievances. I struggled to articulate what I felt, my mind a whirlpool of confusion and regret.

Then, he turned to face me, his jade eyes shimmering like emeralds in the moonlight. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, but it was as if the wind carried my apology away—he acknowledged my lips moving but didn’t quite catch the words. “Vernard, I’m sorry,” I repeated, louder this time, desperation creeping into my tone.

“Don’t be,” he replied, stepping closer, his presence somehow soothing and turbulent at once. “There’s nothing to feel sorry for.” His gaze pierced through me, as if he saw all the turmoil I kept buried. “What I’m going through today...every day...it isn’t your fault.”

“But...considering what happened between us in town, it’s like I forced you to do something you didn’t want to do. That’s why...” I trailed off.

“Well, good point. No one likes to be forced, but I came back willingly, not under duress. I wanted to help you—to shed light on what you sought so you could make your choice and finish your task.”

(Even at the cost of his own comfort, he’d sacrifice for duty…that’s what he was trying to convey.)

He paused, a faint smile breaking through his somber expression. “Besides, going out with you today felt like...a gift to me.”

(Huh...?) My heart skipped a beat.

“You gave me some inspiration”

“Inspiration? For what exactly—?”

Just then, a voice broke through our moment. “There you are; Bossman is looking for you.” Rio appeared near the entrance to the balcony, his presence jarring me back to reality.

“Rio, give me a minute,” I pleaded, turning back to Vernard. But when I looked, he had vanished, as if the very air had swallowed him whole.

(He did it again?! He disappeared without a trace!)

(But...what did he mean when he said I inspired him...?)

Vernard was an enigma, an intricate puzzle whose pieces refused to fit together without effort. I reflected on the myriad opinions I had heard about him; making sense of his thoughts and feelings was going to be far from simple. Nevertheless, I couldn’t help but whisper what I felt he might need to hear, hoping it would reach him somehow: “Happy birthday, Vernard.”

(Next time, I’ll do my best to understand you.)

As Vernard retreated to his room, a sanctuary from the world beyond—his personal haven where the chaos of life could no longer reach him. Settled at the table, he gazed at the quiché tart before him, its surface gleaming under the flickering glow of the small candle perched atop it. In front of him lay a painting, a carefully crafted image that mirrored his emotions, adorned with a tender but melancholic smile.

“Today is my birthday,” he uttered softly, his eyes tracing the contours of the small painting. The bittersweet weight of his words hung in the air. “The day I entered this world, but also… the day you departed from it.” He turned his gaze upon the painted visage, as if it could hear him.

“You wonder why I’m smiling today? Because for once, you look just as I’ve always imagined you—beautiful and ethereal, even though we never met. I sought some inspiration, a spark to bring my vision of you to life, and here you are, vividly alive in front of me.”

As his eyes lingered on the artwork, the figure became more distinct—a woman with striking features, snow-white hair cascading like a silken waterfall, and captivating jade eyes. It dawned on him that those visual cues were reflections of memories, memories of a remarkable woman who had unknowingly ignited his imagination.

Recalling the source of his inspiration—the woman he had walked with in town, the one he had just spoken to moments ago by the balcony. “With her, I dared to break my routine, to venture out and find the essence of beauty I believed I needed to envision you.”

Taking a deep breath, Vernard leaned closer to the candle, its little flame dancing in anticipation. “Now, let’s blow out this candle, shall we? In honor of you, Mother.” With a gentle puff, he extinguished the flame, the room falling into a serene stillness, as if the world had paused to acknowledge his quiet moment of remembrance.

The End ❤️✨

[judesmoonbeauty]

Where did you get your profile pic? Jude in overalls 🙊

It's a tiered content prize for JP players who have their accounts linked to the Ikemen Fan Club for the 2024 IkeSeries Expo. You get exclusive content after your reach certain point levels. One of the prizes is wallpaper calendars from certain IkeSeries games. For Villains, Jude, Ellis, Elbert, Alfons, William and Harrison are in overalls.

Never thought he'd be in overalls...so damn cute. For certain reasons, I will not include the wallpapers, but here are cropped versions of them.

[fang-and-feather]

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Rating: G

Category: F/M, M/M, Multi

Relationship: Arthur Conan Doyle/Isaac Newton/Reader

Prompt(s): Calendar from PolyamShipping Day at @polyamships and love letters from Day 4 of 12 Days of Arthur by @oigimi and @scummy-writes (hope it's okay to have a polyship fic for this)

Summary: Arthur receives a surprisingly heartwarming gift from his partners while they aren't home

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Arthur had been having a good writing week, still, it was bothering him not having his partners around.

Isaac had been invited to give a lecture in another city, and since he would have some time, invited you and Arthur along.

Arthur was the one who refused to go because of his writing; he was somewhat inspired and in no need of a long distraction. You could have a trip together some other time, he told you. He would be okay by himself for a few days.

But it was the first time you had spent that much time apart, and he found it quite strange.

He went to pick up some coffee for a break, missing you bringing it, or being able to spend that break with either of you. At least you should be coming back today.

When he entered his room, there was something different. Someone had taken the opportunity, while he was away, to sneak in and leave a gift on his desk. But the only people who would give him a gift weren’t home. There was no way you would have arrived without him noticing. Besides, what reason was there for this gift?

Arthur picked the card that was placed with it to find out you sent something ahead because you wouldn’t be home at the planned time. Although someone else had snuck the gift into his room, the gift was from you.

Inside was a sort of daily calendar. It seemed simple, but each day had written in it what seemed to be a part of a love letter.

‘Our dearest Arthur

Although it’s early for a Christmas gift, we thought it was a good time to show you how much you mean to us.

I, especially, wanted to first thank you for supporting me through my homesickness every year. I miss home a lot this time of the year, and you always go out of your way to help lessen it, or at least comfort me. And it has become easier through the years.

There was never a moment where I regretted staying with you, and now with Isaac as well, and I’m glad that you understand that. I love how supportive and understanding you are.’

And that was only on today’s date. It was clearly incomplete, but enough to warm his heart. You didn’t need to thank him for these things, and you certainly didn’t need to write him a letter for it, let alone make such a gift.

Arthur debated if he should just read the rest now, or a bit each day, like you clearly had planned. He was curious and happy that you had made him such a thing. He leafed through the calendar, noticing some parts were clearly written by you, but others were in Isaac’s handwriting.

Isaac’s first entry was written:

‘I’m not as good with words as you, but I wanted to take this opportunity to tell you what I’m not able to do often and tell you how, despite all the awkwardness of our relationship, I love you.

When we first met, I genuinely despised your teasing and thought I hated you for it, but I know now that even that comes from a place of kindness. It’s not easy to deal with, but you just wanted to make me feel like a part of the group, and I feel grateful for that, even if I wish you had a less annoying way to do so.’

You should be enjoying your trip, but you took time to do something for him instead.

Despite his eagerness, Arthur chose to save the rest for later and treat it like a proper calendar. And when he read everything, he would write you two letters in response and find a way to surprise you, too.

He never expected that the opportunity to exchange a love letter with his beloveds would make him this excited. There was something special about putting your thoughts on paper and having something you could keep for a long time. He had written plenty of small letters for both of you, but this was the first time he received one first, and he couldn’t wait to read more of your thoughts and to finally share his with you.

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[xxsycamore]

Hello great idea you had for our challenge if I may can I have Comte x Leonardo with the prompt Office AU ?

Thank you have a wonderful day 🙏😊

Glad that you like the idea!! 🥺 You too have a lovely day & enjoy the business daddies~

[ 🌈 part of the character x character or genderbent!character x mc requests🌈 ]

For Different Universe, Same Love content creation challenge, hosted by @queengiuliettafirstlady and me.

𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐔┅┅┅Leonardo x Comte (slightly suggestive)

𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞

"Tsk, Leonardo. Feet off the desk, please."

"You're not my boss."

It's practically true. After the company merged, Germain & Da Vinci's legal CEO is no other than Leonardo himself - for better or for worse. The family-owned business that Leonardo inherited came in a package deal with all its complicated management that dear Comte, the vice-president, was ready to shoulder as a part of his secret deal with Leonardo. The guy is just not fit for a boss; or so he claims.

"I suggest we leave those formalities in the office. You surely know what day today is, signore CEO?"

Leonardo has to briefly spin on his office chair to reach for the small calendar on his desk and move the date to what he assumes it might be, in order to get an idea of what's so special about today. It's a whole miracle on itself that he can find said calendar among the mess that his desk is, seeing that he'd once again dismissed the secretary before she could do her job.

"I saw Dazai by the coffee machine wearing his kimono ... Casual Friday... July 7th." The confident guess is accompanied by a snap of his fingers. "What is July 7th?"

Comte sighs, visibly disappointed by his antics and the fact that he'd forgotten. It's better to show than tell.

Like a magician performing for his one-person public, all it takes is a few ministrations of Comte's capable hands to undo and shrug off both his business suit and diligently ironed black shirt to reveal...another shirt underneath. Short-sleeved. Palm-tree printed. Hawaiian.

"Vacation. That's what it is. Our flight is in 5 hours, I believe you're clueless about this too."

It's good that office chairs are no good for attempting to balance them on two legs. Leonardo would've found himself on the floor. NOONE in team meeting would believe him about this. At least he's able to shake off the surprise pretty fast.

"Well, heh. Guess I need the holiday if my head is such a mess, huh?""

Comte's gaze softens, because, that's actually something he can't argue with. Managing the company aside, Leonardo works hard on the research front to better the formula passed down in his family business. That's always been what the genius wanted to do.

"Nice shirt, by the way. You got one my size?"

Comte's soft chuckles soundtrack his approach to the desk and die down to a small humming noise by the time he arrives at Leonardo's side. A slender finger nudging the first button of his shirt - the first buttoned one, anyway - until it slowly, annoyingly slowly comes undone.

Leonardo moves in for a kiss, but the other party withdraws all too fast.

"I might just have one your size. But I told you. Feet off the desk first."

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[just-a-dodo]

Thank you @solacedeer now I'm tempted to make a firefighter ikemen calendar...

[ikementally-deficient]

I believe this is the first curse I've seen in an ikemen game. Let's mark that on the calendar.

[alby-rei]

Ooooh!! I've been getting really into personal planners so I'd definitely be interested in a 2024 set 👀✨✨

2023 Simp Calendars

I made some plain, but hopefully helpful calendars for 2023! I made three different versions where each month displays the official emblems on suitor's birthdays for Ikevamp, Ikepri, and then a combination calendar with both Ikevamp and Ikepri suitors. Each set has a blank spot where you can place any photo you'd like for each month, and a small section for notes.

They were made with my wallet in mind to be wary of when cyb*rd may drop birthday sale sets.

Here's an example for how the January Ikevamp/Ikepri calendar download looks, as well as how it looks printed out:

Download Links: Ikevamp/Ikepri Calendar || Ikevamp Calendar || Ikepri Calendar

Notes:

This was made for fun, and I am not an artist at all, so there may be small imperfections and boring design choices. I am sharing since friends and followers were interested.

The size of the calendars overall are made to print on a full sheet of regular printer paper (8.5x11). (I highly recommend using cardstock if you have the option!) You should be able to use your computer's default printing option to print these off fine.

The size for the customized photo window is 1129x1241 pixels. You should be able to edit this in any program designed for editing photos, I even tested it and made sure you could put in a photo using MS Paint!

Keep in mind that when printing, some printers may skew the colors a bit and make them either lighter or darker.

For the Ikevamp Only calendar: Faust's birthday is normally on a leap year, and since 2023 isn't a leap year, I set his birthday as 02/28 instead. - Ikevamp also has no July birthdays, so there is just a blank calendar in the Ikevamp Only set. In the other sets, it will only show the Ikepri bday for that month.

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[lorei-wrote]

Ikemen Vampire - One Shots

* - stories with this symbol by the title have had their trigger warning lists updated in co-operation with readers via this survey. The other works may lack certain content warnings.

Gen Fics

*Cats, Butterflies & One Mysterious Nightmarish Supper (Leonardo & Dazai)

*Napoleon & Toktok of Doom

*Apurrved ~ Lumiere

Arthur Conan Doyle

*Writer’s Block

*Curses & Charms

*Monthly Aid

*(Not so) Infinite Sort of Bachelor State

*Black Ink Self-Killer

*Train Tracks (song prompt)

*From Daily Struggles of a Maid

*Walks and Other Schemes

Vincent van Gogh

*Impression of Infinity

*Mornings: Forever & Now

Theodorus van Gogh

*Sugary Sweet

*Dalmatian

*Shades of Red

*Pages from the Calendar, 1892

*Sinful Atrocity

*Floriography  

*Something

*Passings + Revenge (song prompt)

*Guilty in Spe // Brother

Comte de Saint-Germain

*Play in Four Acts

*To the Neverland

*Ephemeral, Embodied (song prompt)

*Halves (song prompt)

*Revert (song prompt)

*Clear Schedule: Mornings (song prompt)

*High Noon Persephone

*Bookmarked; Enchanted

For You, My Wish Is...

Jean d’Arc

*Red Roses

*Between the Pages

*On Fall & Ascendance (song prompt)

*Trade (song prompt)

Sebastian

*Guarding the Guarded

[eventinelysplayground]

This is my entry for Day Two, secret Santa, of the Ikemen Advent Calendar event hosted by @candied-boys and @queengiuliettafirstlady. I also managed to fit in the day two prompt, warming up by the fire, from @writingwhimsey Naughty or Nice challenge. With Tristan and Violet now married a new way to exchange Christmas gifts with the rest of the family is decided on. Just funny fluff with a hint at something spicy. WC approx 1378.

Christmas With a Bang.

It was early on Christmas afternoon and Sariel sat on the sofa with a look of annoyance on his face.

“What a fun way to spend our first Christmas as actual family isn't it?!”

“Do not touch me, hellcat.”

Clavis pouted as he took back the arm he was about to drape around Sariel's shoulders.

“Now now, that's no way to talk to family.”

“You are not my family.”

“Of course I am.”

“You are nothing but a-”

“Dad!”

Sariel held his tongue as the rest of the family began to come into the parlour. Out of the corner of his eye he caught Clavis' mischievous grin and he let out a long sigh as he rubbed his temple.

“Just play nice with him today, please?”

Emma had whispered those words into Sariel's ear before planting a small kiss on his cheek.

“If you do, I promise to give you a special gift that will make up for it later.”

Sariel’s eyebrow raised at Emma's statement and he turned to face her.

“Fine, but I will hold you to that my dear so you best prepare yourself.”

Sariel trailed his fingers across Emma's collarbone and she faintly blushed.

“I do believe it's time for presents now, your father seems quite impatient to start unwrapping.”

Groans and laughter filled the room as Sariel closed his eyes and sent up a silent prayer for strength to survive the afternoon.

“This isn't that bad, I mean there were Christmases when we-”

“Do not say another word Elijah.”

Sariel had a menacing smile plastered on his face as he stared at his youngest son. The young man gulped and sat down quietly on the floor.

“Come on Dad, remember what we talked about?”

“Oh alright, if you insist my son. I promise to be on my best behaviour.”

A snort slipped out of Sariel and Clavis pouted.

“I do not believe that.”

“Alright you two.”

Emma placed a hand on Sariel's shoulder to calm him.

“Clavis is right after all, it's time to open the presents! Did you all follow the rules and only get a present for the name you drew?”

A chorus of yes’ filled the room. Normally they had all bought gifts for everyone but with the addition of Tristan and Clavis this year more than one of the boys had voiced objections and fears over that many possibly explosive gifts. It was Elijah who had come up with the idea to put everyone's name in a hat and blindly pick out who you would buy a gift for. It seemed like such a fun idea, and gave the best odds of avoiding Clavis' gift especially, that everyone readily agreed to it. Even Clavis and Tristan thought it was a delightful idea when it was brought up to them.

“Well then shall we proceed? Ladies first, I am a gentleman after all.”

Another sigh left Sariel's lips but at least this time he agreed with Clavis. Emma and Violet smiled at Clavis and thanked him. Elijah took a small carefully wrapped bundle out of his pocket and handed it to his mother.

“Merry Christmas Mom."

Emma opened the bundle revealing a fairly new on the market item, a beautiful glass pen with a rose design.

“Thank you Elijah, I've been wanting to try one of these.”

The gift exchanging continued one by one with smiles all around, except for Sariel. They had come to the second last gift and Clavis' was still unclaimed and when Tristan handed his gift to Caleb Sariel's shoulders fell.

“Here you are my dear brother.”

Sariel braced himself as Caleb took the beautifully wrapped gift with mild caution and untied it. Thankfully it did not explode and a genuine smile lit up Caleb's face.

“What is it?”

Sariel did not miss the hint of relief in Emma's voice.

“It's a book.”

“Oh!"

“What type of book brother?”

“None of your business what type Elijah.”

Elijah had been leaning back but was now peering over his brother's shoulder clearly able to see the type of book and Caleb pushed him down onto the floor. Tristan let out a laugh and smiled.

“I hope it proves very informative for you brother, I know for a fact that my dear cousin has received the same one. Perhaps you and she can discuss it next time you're together?”

“Are you serious?”

Caleb was staring at Tristan while Elijah burst into a fit of laughter.

“Uncle Yves…is going….to…murder you..both…hahaha.”

Caleb was about to smack Elijah with the book in question when Sariel cleared his throat.

“Well this has certainly been an exciting afternoon but we should all get ready now for-”

Sariel had began to rise from the couch when Clavis' arm shot out, stopping him.

“Just a moment, there's still one gift left to deliver.”

Sariel sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time that afternoon as he reluctantly sat back down.

“I can't believe you almost forgot about the best gift of all, mine!”

“Yes, how ever could I have forgotten.”

There were quiet chuckles from all the adult children quickly followed by coughs as Sariel glared daggers at them. Clavis picked up a neatly wrapped box and handed it to Sariel with a huge grin. Out of the corner of his eye Sariel caught Emma scooching further down the sofa and away from him. Sariel steeled himself as he reluctantly undid the ribbon and shut his eyes before opening the lid.

The explosion he was expecting never came and he slowly opened his eyes. Cautious he reached his hand into the box while not looking directly into it. Eventually his hand landed on something and he pulled out a simplistic wooden box. When he opened it he found it filled with numerous labeled glass vials of different medicines, all of which were tailored to Sariel's most common ailments.

“I do not know what to say…Thank you Prince Clavis this is quite the unexpected and thoughtful gift.”

“I'm hurt you thought a gift from me would be anything but!”

Clavis was pouting and Sariel felt the tiniest twinge of guilt at having expected the worst from him. Perhaps he was finally deciding to enjoy life without his normal destructive tendencies? Finished with his pouting, Clavis rose from his seat.

“Well, now that all the gifts have been handed out I believe it's time we get ready for dinner. I can't wait to see what my dear younger brother has prepared for us!”

Clavis clapped his hands together and walked over to and out the parlour door, with the others looking after him except for Violet who was staring at a big wrapped box sitting beside the sofa. She quickly shimmied herself behind Tristan's larger frame and tucked into a ball.

“Violet what are-”

BANG!

Later that night Sariel sat on the floor in front of the fireplace while Emma tried to dry his soaking hair.

“I think it's mostly gone now.”

“That hellcat!”

After the explosion earlier Sariel and everyone else, except Violet, had found themselves covered in fake snow and a small glittery substance that seemed impossible to get rid of. Both he and Emma had bathed three times before they were free of the majority of it.

“On the bright side the bit still left in the rug looks very pretty in the firelight.”

Emma wore an apologetic smile as she joined him on the floor and gazed over the rug. Sariel had to admit it did look like thousands of tiny stars twinkling in the night sky and not a rug but that hardly made up for the headache. Just then Emma shivered slightly beside him and he turned towards her.

“Are you cold?”

“Just a little bit.”

Sariel's face was lit by a devilish smile as he pulled Emma to his chest and tilted her chin up.

“I believe I know a way to warm you up.”

He parted her lips with his thumb and kissed her deeply while his other hand slowly made its way down over her behind.

“Sariel.”

“Besides, I believe I am well overdue on receiving my special gift.”

Sariel pushed a smiling Emma down against that star filled night sky where he proceeded to indulge himself to the fullest on her special gift to him.