#ikemen vampire vlad x reader

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[fic] Floriography

Floriography

Ikemen Vampire | Part of Cybird University Verse | Vlad x Reader | G | 3.5k words | ao3 link

By next week, and the several following, Vlad gives you flowers.

A/N: One last fic before my vacation ends! Another installment to my university crossover AU! This one is just silly and pointless and I don't know why it's reach this word count lol. In this particular fic, characters from other ikeseries games show up, and there are some callbacks to the previous fics for worldbuilding lol. I'm not an expert of floriography, I just used this as reference.

The day the news broke out that the university president has been kicked out and replaced by a new one, is the day that you wake up as if your muscles are replaced by lead.

Sore, aching in places you don’t even know can ache, your heavy eyes struggling to pry open, you—after ten minutes of intense internal deliberation—decide to call in sick. This is rare, but the recent months have thrown you into a waterfall of activities: traveling to conferences, organizing events, research projects, department-related excursions—these on top of teaching and grading papers and lots and lots and lots of meetings held consecutively in separate buildings.

You steal a few more minutes of sleep, but the responsible (read: guilty) person that you are, you grab your phone on the desk beside your bed and fire off a heads up in your department group chat. An email announcement for today’s classes will be written a little later.

Not even ten seconds in and your phone lights up like fireworks.

HEY HEY YOURE MISSING OUT

Oh, no. Rest well, doc.

Oh my god guys! Did you read the paper?

Moving forward, what’s in it for us?

Its aLready been poSTED in teh WEBSITE!!!!!!!!

Proper typing please, prof. This is still a professional group chat.

You squint at the stream of chats as you try to feel for a sleeping position that wouldn’t exacerbate the soreness in your calves. The nerves at your nape feel pinched and your shoulder muscles burn. Thank god it’s almost the weekend; you think you won’t come to work until next week.

Then, in a private chat, one of your colleagues sends you a link to a livestream of an emergency announcement. On the thumbnail is the Executive Secretary Kicho’s face, and despite the woozy state of mind and body, you tap on the video.

“—thus, from this day onwards, our new university president—”

A close up shot of the HR director, looking like when Professor Clavis has installed a giant disco ball on top of the historical main building—again. A panicked glare towards the secretary, who ignores it, then a rapid blinking that can be interpreted as repeated SOS directly to the camera. The live comments are on fire: some asking what happened to the previous president, some celebrating the disappearance of the previous president, and some lamenting over the future of the university. Two in particular are a momentous standout:

Dr. Clavis Lelouch Haha so we’re allowing insurrections now? Splendid! @Chevalier Michel sleep with one eye open 👈(ﾟヮﾟ👈)

Kenshin Uesugi, PhD I will join the insurrection and challenge Michel to a duel to the death.

It’s chaos afterwards. You spare a sympathetic thought for your HR-Director-promoted-to-University-President. But, really, you’re too out of it and in pain to care. Sleep calls, and it is not to be denied.

+

A few hours more of sleep, breakfast, and an email announcement to your classes (with additional assignments so your students won’t slack off) later, there’s a knock on the front door.

On the other side of the doorway, a bouquet of gladioli and yellow tulips greets you. This is held by a pair of elegant-fingered hands attached to a beautiful specimen of a man, who is currently gracing you with the sweetest smile that has ever existed in your lifelong awareness.

“Special delivery!”

Vlad passes you the flowers, your hands coming up to meet the gift in reflex. You met Vlad—a pretty and charming florist across your building—right after you moved into your apartment. Noticing the moving truck, he had wandered into the building and introduced himself, a pot of anthurium in hand. You were so taken by his kind and pure heart that you’d swore to yourself to protect this man and buy flowers from him regularly. To this day, the anthurium is still alive and bright-colored in your living room.

“I didn’t order this?” you say, admiring the flowers. “What’s the occasion?”

“It’s a get-well-soon gift from your students. They asked me to deliver it to you, since they have classes all day today and couldn't do it themselves.”

That’s sweet of them, to make a gesture like this. It warms your heart, and you bring the bouquet closer to your chest.

You almost forget that Vlad is standing outside the hallway, and he’s watching you with a curious glint in his eyes.

“Oh! I bought a strawberry cake yesterday. Have some as my thanks.”

“I won’t say no to that.”

You also brew him coffee, explaining that the combination is a feast on the taste buds. Vlad just hums in agreement, definitely not protesting against free strawberry-made food. As he enjoys the pastry, you sip your own coffee in contentment, the floral gift already arranged and added into the coziness of your living area.

Midway through decimating his cake, Vlad comments, “This is my first time inside your home.”

You pause. “Truly?”

“Truly.” He turns a little to his left, where the large windows overlook the campus, the sun glaring behind the edge of the main building far to the right. “Ah! The anthurium I gave you is still healthy.”

“Of course. I’ve been pretty diligent about taking care of it.”

Vlad smiles so prettily that your heart forgets to fulfil its function for a couple of seconds. Will that have to be added to your list of things to ask your doctor?

When all is finished, Vlad lingers in the hallway as you bid him goodbye. Then he asks, “Will you also call in sick tomorrow?”

You think about it for a moment. “If I still feel sore, then maybe. But as much as possible, I don’t want to cancel classes again.”

He takes the liberty to smoothen the wrinkles on your shirt, a move that you find odd yet not unwelcome. “I see. Then, rest well. I’ll see you around.”

The remaining hours of the day are spent on the bed, hot compress soothing your heavy muscles, while you catch up with your leisure reading. Every now and then your thoughts drift to the memory of Vlad’s smile, how it’s caught in the late morning sun, an example of perfect geometry. You don’t notice it—but your own lips curve of their own accord.

And then your phone buzzes with the group chat notification, the preview text saying, OUR SPY SAYS SURPRISE AUDIT TOMORR…

+

The next day, you come into the department office warmly welcomed by a mess of papers and Hideyoshi at the end of his wits.

“I’m sorry you have to come to work,” he says by way of greeting, the black undereye circles he’s sporting so obvious in his haggard face. “I would’ve told you to rest some more, but Mitsuhide says that the head auditor is personally seeing the audit of our college.”

You nod in sympathy. It’s not like your college doesn’t comply with the university standards—in fact, it’s one of the most compliant colleges ever, lauded (sarcastically though) by Executive Secretary Kicho whenever he has the opportunity for it. It’s just that, there’s a weird and tension-filled rivalry going on with your dean and the director of internal audit. Every time they cross paths you swear that the air thickens and darkens, static raising the hair on your arms and nape. It drives Hideyoshi insane and Mitsuhide gleeful. Dean Nobunaga, though—he’s just amused and so nonchalant about it all.

“S’okay, I planned on coming anyway. Uh, good luck to us, I guess? What time will the audit happen?”

“In the afternoon, right after lunch break—we have a little more time.” Hideyoshi sighs. Behind him your colleagues pass around a jug of coffee, the enticing smell reaching your nose. “It’s not that we’re not prepared, but we’ve been informed that today is going to be different. How exactly it will be different, I don’t know. Mitsuhide didn’t say.”

“But is Dean Nobunaga worried about it?”

Hideyoshi jolts at that. “Not at all! Our—our dean has full confidence in our capabilities. It’s just that—well …”

Hideyoshi’s devotion to Nobunaga has been a main topic in the college for some time now—ever since he assumed the position of associate dean, in fact. Apparently something happened between them in the past that made the once-average-performing student Hideyoshi shoot for graduating with distinction so that he could follow Nobunaga in whatever field he was taking. It isn’t like it’s a secret, but the teasing became so much for Hideyoshi he’d now get embarrassed whenever somebody mentions that particular point of his past around him.

Sometimes, you catch him unconsciously referring to the dean as ‘Lord Nobunaga’, but you don’t bring that up to him ever.

“It’s just that the audit director has been trying to sabotage our college and destroy our reputation! I can’t let that happen.” Hideyoshi’s phone rings, and he warily turns around. “I must check the other departments. We’ll have our post-audit meeting later. In the meantime, don’t push yourself too much, okay? Where’re the dept-heads when you need them …”

When you place your bag on your desk, a colleague offers you a mug of coffee, which you take gratefully. “Happy Friday, I guess?” you offer.

It’s met with a snort. “Say that again after you finish filing all your student evaluation forms. Bet it hasn’t even reached seventy percent compliance.”

Your co-faculty is right. “Mine’s sixty-three.”

“Ouch. You still have class this morning, right? There’s still time. Happy Friday.”

You sigh, thinking about begging your students to fill out their evaluation form again. Happy Friday indeed.

+

“Vlad!”

“Oh, hello.”

There are two other customers perusing the displays, curiously sniffing the blooms. Instead of meandering around, you head straight to the counter, where Vlad is rearranging the decorations beside the cash register. He waves a hand goodbye at the one customer who exits without buying anything and glances at the other, who’s still smelling the flowers. When his shining eyes fall upon you, you momentarily forget what you’re supposed to say.

“Uh—oh, right! I’d like to place an order,” you say, checking your phone for any additional instructions. When you find none, you go back to Vlad, who’s watching you with his customer service smile. “A bouquet for our boss, something that means respect and success and great job and all.”

“Hmm.” The smile cracks and becomes more excited. “Did something good happen?”

“We just survived a surprise audit. Everybody was ready to demolish our building out of sheer panic, but Dean Nobunaga led us to victory. The audit director looked so frustrated! We just want to celebrate tonight. Can it be done?”

“Of course, you can count on me.” Vlad steps out of the counter. Somewhere in the corner, the other customer sneezes. “I already have something in mind. I’ll get on to it right away.”

He shows you a preliminary illustration of the bouquet, and you, knowing nothing about the language of flowers, agree to everything he suggests. It’s paid by the college budget anyway, so whatever. When the flowers are finalized, you hand him Hideyoshi’s card. Vlad raises an amused brow, having gotten to know the man via your recountings of your college shenanigans whenever you drop by, but swipes it wordlessly.

“I’ll pick it up later, okay?”

“Okay. I’ll see you then.”

At the door you turn and see the remaining customer having an allergic reaction to sunflowers. Caught off-guard by the scene, you approach the person to help, meeting Vlad’s concerned eyes at the other side. It takes you an hour for the matter to settle, and you finally leave the flower shop, Vlad’s soft, cool voice lingering behind you.

+

By next week, and the several following, Vlad gives you flowers.

Not a bouquet, just one hand-picked flower that he offers you by the apartment exit with a cheerful smile and a morning greeting.

“What’s this?” you ask.

“Just something to brighten your mood,” he answers.

And that would be that, except every day it’s a different flower: today it’s an amethyst flower; tomorrow it’s angelica flower; the day after that it’s lesser celandine; and so on and so forth. There’s no pattern to the choices of flowers he gifts you, and oftentimes you wonder if he’s just carding through the types of flowers alphabetically for no reason at all.

It comes to a point where even Nobunaga makes mention of it:

“Your admirer is committed to their daily presents, I see.” 

He’s caught you on the way to your department office, studying the flower as if it holds all the answers to the universe. You freeze at your dean’s voice, and Nobunaga takes the opportunity to intimidate you through proximity. He eyes the flower before gauging your reaction, and something in your face delights him, because he grins and says:

“White clover. Interesting.”

It takes a few more seconds, but you manage to gather your wits.

“It’s just from the florist near my apartment building. He’s nice and generous enough to give me flowers to ‘brighten my mood’, as he put it.”

“Indeed.”

Nobunaga’s grin hasn’t slipped off, and a grinning Nobunaga means a dangerous Nobunaga. You still remember that time when he audaciously announced that he intended to unify all colleges under his lofty purview, which incited a whole spectrum of responses ranging from sardonic amusement (Dean Sariel) to a declaration of war (Professor Kenshin). It’s risky to stay inside the perimeter of a scheming Nobunaga, so you pretend to look around and gasp dramatically, pointing to a corner as if expecting somebody to materialize out of thin air.

“Oh, look! Isn’t that Doc Hideyoshi coming to get you? Well, dean, it’s nice to talk to you. See you around!”

You don’t give him the satisfaction of responding when he calls out, “I’ll guess tomorrow’s choice—peach blossoms.”

+

Vlad’s flowers are too beautiful to put away once they wither, so you elect to press them and have them framed in your home.

But as you stare at the array of the colorful gifts for you, you can’t help but think of what Nobunaga told you earlier. It haunts you until the next day, when Vlad hands you a frame of pressed peach blossom flowers.

“Peach blossoms are out of season,” he elaborates, “so I preserved them until I can give them to you.”

The words escape you quicker than your brain can catch them:

“What the hell?”

Vlad falters, his genial smile wavering, and you scramble to accept the gift with a sheepish smile of your own. A dour Vlad makes the world go dimmer, so you try to salvage your faux pas.

“I’m sorry! I just meant—you’re going to think it strange. Yesterday, my boss saw your gift and then predicted that today’s flower would be peach blossoms. And he’s right! I can’t believe he’s right.”

As you recount your conversation with your dean, Vlad listens in rapt attention, his expression serious, until you mention Nobunaga’s parting words, and that lights up Vlad’s face. “Oh,” he says, narrow-eyed pleasure uplifting his features. “What an interesting man.”

“Is he? He just made a lucky guess, I bet.”

“Why don’t you ask him what he thinks? Maybe he guessed my intentions correctly as well.”

That makes you pause. “What are your intentions?”

Vlad chuckles. He taps your nose once, almost teasing but also fond. Your heart skips a beat.

“That takes out the fun, doesn’t it?”

Later, at the faculty room, Nobunaga sweeps by and sees the framed peach blossoms on your desk. The smirk he’s adorning is practically radioactive in its smugness.

+

Before the end of the day, you cave.

You march up all the way to Nobunaga’s office, heedless of Hideyoshi’s offended squawk, and demand, “All right. Explain.”

Nobunaga leans back on his plush leather chair and eyes you critically, arms folded across his chest. If you were anybody else, and Nobunaga anybody else, the way you treat your boss could invite a surprise visit from the HR. But you’ve been working in this institution for a while now, and four-fifths of those years had Nobunaga as your dean. He may be intimidating at first—and he still is—but you’ve discovered that underneath that warlord-philosophy he’s got going for your college is a big brother who would readily tease his younger siblings with relish at every opportunity.

Which makes him all the worse when you think about it.

Behind you, Hideyoshi attempts to catch your attention. “What do you think you’re doing—”

“White clover. Think of me.”

You and Hideyoshi both halt and stare at Nobunaga. The twin looks of confusion fail to daunt him.

“In the language of flowers, white clover means think of me.”

He lets the words hang in the air, and you and Hideyoshi glance at each other—he bewildered and you boggled.

“Are you sure?”

“Are you doubting Lor—Dean Nobunaga?!”

You level Hideyoshi a pointed look. He coughs discreetly. Before you can say anything further, Nobunaga redirects back the topic at hand.

“I am certain. You may ask me about the meanings of other flowers, if you wish.”

“Okay … Amethyst flower?”

“Admiration.”

“Angelica flower?”

“Inspiration.”

“Lesser celandine?”

“Happiness coming your way.”

“Hibiscus?”

“Delicate beauty.”

You pause at that. “What? Really?” You shake your head. “Uh … Viole—blue violet?”

“Faithfulness.”

“... Peach blossom?”

Here Nobunaga smirks, just like earlier. He lets the silence marinate for a bit before dropping the bomb.

“I am your captive.”

Hideyoshi gasps; you’re not sure why—he’s not the one being wooed. The two of them await your response, Hideyoshi vibrating with what you suspect is materteral commentary on the subject matter.

“Seriously?” you say.

Nobunaga just nods.

“Is someone courting you?” Hideyoshi explodes, grabbing your shoulders and whirling you to him. His expression is a little frantic, as if he can’t believe that he wasn’t informed of this. You’re tempted to say that he can always adopt you if he wants to continue indulging himself of his motherly urges. “You know them well, right? You’re getting to know them well? They have a stable job, right? What’s their annual salary rate? They better not have any criminal record. Have you asked for their CV—”

“Okay,” you declare, escaping the associate dean’s line of interrogation and heading towards the door. “Thanks for the answers, Boss. And Doc Hideyoshi—you might as well slap my suitor’s face with money based on how you’re shaking right now. Anyway, gotta go.”

“Wait, I’m not finished—”

“Byyyyeeeee!”

+

Tomorrow comes, and just like any previous days, Vlad is waiting for you by the apartment building exit, and this time the flower he offers you is a rose. Red and fully blossomed.

“This is the most beautiful rose that bloomed in my garden,” he explains without your prompting. “I’d like for you to have it.”

Hesitation colors your movements. Even you know what a red rose means. Vlad’s gaze is guileless, and you’ve no doubt that the man knows that by giving you a rose, he’s declaring something with intent.

Though it's only a single flower, its fragrance is remarkably potent. “A-Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“You know what this means, right?” And, because you can’t help yourself, you add: “I asked what the other flowers’ meanings are.”

“And what did you find out?”

So you tell him what transpired the day before. Vlad listens diligently, a serene light cast on his face. When you enumerate the list of flowers he’s given you the past weeks and what they symbolize, the calm smile that curves Vlad’s mouth widens and widens.

When you finish, Vlad’s grinning, white teeth sparkling against the morning sun. For some unfathomable reason, the thought of him being a perfect toothpaste model renders you distracted. You nearly miss him stepping closer to you.

He leans towards the side of your face, his hand grasping one of yours and pushes something on your palm. Your fingers enclose on a narrow stem, thornless.

Then Vlad whispers into your ear, “So … have I succeeded, then? Did you think of me in the last several weeks?”

He also smells of roses. This close, you note the floral scents that cling to him strongly. Like he’s bathed every day in flowers.

“Well?” he spurs, and the warmth of his breath accelerates your heartbeat. It makes you realize the lack of distance you have with each other.

“Oh,” you mumble, shifting your feet. Vlad remains in his position. And then, softer: “Constantly.”

Vlad sighs happily, pressing his nose against your hair and inhales your scent. You jump in surprise, not expecting that. But before you can make another move, he’s lessened his proximity to you, hands on his back, head tilted, innocent smile on.

“Did you … Did you just—”

“I’ll send a frame of pressed agrimony to your boss, and—” Vlad looks at you slyly “—attach my CV while I’m at it.”

You blink.

“What.”

⇼

Endnotes:

Other reactions from Nobunaga's unification goal: confusion (Prof. Isaac); bloodthirst (Head of Security Motonari); airheaded intrigue (Prof. Dazai); nosy intrigue (Prof. Arthur); resentment (School of Divinity Dean Kennyo); rebellion plotting (then-Prof. Kicho); a raised eyebrow (Prof. Michel); pure stressed out (then-HR Director); pure amusement (Director of Audit); refusal to be one-upped by this villainy (Prof. Clavis); etc. etc.

The apartment building you live in is owned by the kind landlord, Comte.

Vlad deliberately set up his flower shop across the apartment building so he could unnerve Comte whenever the landlord visited the building. When Vlad had developed an interest in you, Comte barged in his flower shop once and threatened Vlad not to hurt his tenant. Vlad sent him hops flowers, just because.

You luckily managed to reach 70% compliance in student evaluation that day before the audit session. Happy Friday.

Hideyoshi reads Vlad's CV and ruptures his blood vessels. Mitsuhide is there to see it in real-time.

[nosyp]

IkeVamp chars reacting to someone harassing you

A/N = stepping into the waters of ikevamp Edited 5.10.25 = I edited some and uhh I added the missing people I'm so very sorry

Napolean Bonaparte

Napoleon would look the harasser up and down, then his voice goes on to lecture the harasser.

"Leave now, or I’ll make you wish you had." He would say as his gaze sharpens, hinting at his military background. "This will not end well for you if you continue."

If the harasser doesn't take him seriously, Napoleon's not gonna be as nice as before. "You’re testing the wrong person. Do you really want to deal with the full weight of my wrath?"

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Mozart would dramatically throw his hands up in exasperation, his tone playful yet scathing.

"Oh, how clever of you to harass someone who’s so clearly out of your league! Tell me, is this your best performance?" He'd laugh mockingly.

If the harasser doesn't back off, Mozart would quip, "You’ve already missed your chance to impress me, darling. Best leave before you make a fool of yourself."

Leonardo da Vinci

With a calm and inquisitive expression, Leonardo would step forward, his tone collected but firm.

"I find it curious that someone of your... intellect would waste time with such unseemly actions." His voice is steady, as though speaking to an inferior subject.

He’d pause, eyes narrowing, "I suggest you reconsider your actions. People of my stature do not tolerate such behavior. And I’m sure you’re aware of the consequences."

Arthur Conan Doyle

Arthur would straighten up, giving the harasser a cold look and say: "Really? This is your idea of making a lasting impression?"

He’d then calls the harasser directly. "If you think for even a fleeting moment that you have any sort of control here, you’ve gravely underestimated both of us."

"You may want to rethink this, as I’m certain your motives could be better directed elsewhere," he continues calmly threatening. You wonder how he does that.

Vincent van Gogh

Vincent’s normally calm demeanor would crack, his voice trembling with emotion. "You have no right... no right to treat them this way!"

He steps in front of the reader, glaring at the harasser. "You don’t know who you’re messing with, do you? I won't stand for it!"

As the tension builds, Vincent’s face hardens, "Leave them alone, now. I’ll make sure you regret it if you don’t."

Theodore

Theodore would step in between you and the harasser. His voice calm but stern as he calls them out. "This is not the way to behave, and you know it."

He’ll politely and as nicely as he could give the harasser a chance to surrender and back down. "I’d advise you to walk away, before I’m forced to make you understand how serious I am."

If necessary, he’d become more forceful: "I am not one for drama, but I will not let you make this a problem."

Osamu Dazai

Dazai’s initial response would be a smirk, his tone sarcastic. "Oh, how bold of you. You really think you can harass them without consequences?"

He’d lean in slightly, his smile darkening. "You’re funny. But not in a good way."

If things escalate, Dazai’s tone would shift, becoming chilling. "You’ve just made a very bad decision. One I won’t be forgetting anytime soon."

Isaac Newton

Isaac would raise an eyebrow, voice level and logical. "I’m afraid your actions are... quite irrational."

He would calmly explain, "Such behavior is not only disrespectful but also entirely unnecessary. You should consider the consequences of your actions before they escalate further."

"I believe I’ve made myself clear," Isaac would finish, his voice stern with an undercurrent of intellectual superiority.

Jean d'Arc

Jean would stand tall, his voice unwavering as he faces the harasser. "You dare approach them in such a manner?"

He’d take a step forward, eyes burning with determination. "You will not continue this harassment. I will protect them, no matter what it takes."

"This is your last warning," his tone is commanding. "Leave now, before you regret it."

William Shakespeare

With a mocking fake smile, William would deliver his saying as if he was in a theatrical drama. "Thou art a fool, sir. A poor, unfortunate fool!"

His voice is laced with irony. "Do you not see the folly in your actions? I’d advise you to take your leave while there is still time for you to save face."

"For thou shall not win this battle of geniuses," Shakespeare would say. "And in this exchange, you are the one who loses."

Comte de Saint-Germain

Saint-Germain would speak in a low, controlled voice, his rich man tone giving him an air of superiority. "I am not one for unpleasantness, but you’ve given me no choice."

He would tilt his head, an elegant smirk on his lips. "You will leave, now. I assure you, it’s in your best interest."

If the they don't stop, Comte's fake, warm smile would turn into a cold, still fake smile. "You clearly don’t know who you’re dealing with. I suggest you correct that mistake— before I do it for you."

Sebastian

Sebastian’s tone would be smooth and polite, though there’s danger present in it. "Excuse me, sir, but I believe you’ve mistaken this person’s boundaries."

He would take a step closer, don't get it wrong, his voice is still calm but now having an unmistakable threat. "I’m sure you’ll find your behavior unwise in the end."

If the harasser continues, Sebastian would smile coldly. "I won’t repeat myself, but I do expect you to leave— immediately."

Vlad

His eyes narrow the second he notices. He doesn't say anything at first. It's just cold, suffocating silence.

Then he takes a step and another and then he's between you and the harasser. An intimidating calm expression is plastered on his face that’s somehow worse than him yelling.

“You’ve made a grave mistake.” One sentence, low and final. And you never see that person again.

Johann Georg Faust

He tilts his head slightly, an 'analyzing' look at the situation as if it’s a specimen under a microscope.

Then he looks him in the eye. “Do you know what happens to pests in my lab?” he asks, tone eerily gentle.

You blink, and suddenly the harasser is gone. Faust is now smiling at you like nothing happened.

Charles-Henri Sanson

He instantly positions himself in front of you, protective and eerily calm.

“You’re brave to act like that in front of an executioner.” he says in a condescending tone.

He doesn’t need to raise his voice. The energy surroundhing him alone sends the harasser running— unless they’re too stupid to get the hint.

[nuttytani]

Would you love me if I were a worm? Featuring ikemen vampire cast. (With gender neutral reader)

(a/n: when you have too much free time and need your hands to be occupied. Some random bullshit begins to form on your notes)

Napoleon

He finds it funny, why would you turn into a worm?

After seeing your frown tho, he says ok ok yes I will love you

Mozart

Makes a disgusted face and turns you down

First of all, you won't turn into a worm. So why should he answer?

"if people can turn into vampires, why can't I turn into a worm?"

He kicks you out of his piano room

Dude has some thoughts to organise

Leonardo

Laughs at you and says, "what will you do if I say no?"

Pretends to forget about it but after some hours, he comes back to you

"no matter how and what you are or will turn into, I'll still love you"

Arthur

"is this some sort of trick question? Well the answer is obviously yes, my love!"

Vincent

Thinks deeply about it and smiles at you

"of course, I'll still love you. I think you'd make a cute worm too."

Theodorus

Scoffs at you and calls you an idiot

Why would you turn into a worm?

And by chance, you DID turn into one, how was he going to take care of you? There's so many worms out there in the world. What if you get lost and he gets some random worm instead and you, are lost and out in the cold, ready to be squashed by big feet.

Dazai

Uno reverses you instead

Now you're trapped

Would you love him if he was a worm?

Gets sad if you don't answer quickly enough

Sebastian

"I am not doing this right now. If you're free, wash those potatoes instead. I'm already busy as it is"

Stays silent for a while and then sighs

"no matter what, I'd love you always and forever"

Comte

Chuckles a bit at the thought and immediately replies yes

He'd give you a good environment to live in. Some really nutritious soil and compost. Maybe a tiny rock for you to play with

"Comte, you just need to say yes... No need to.... Elaborate on what else you'd do"

"Alright. Well, would you love me if I were a worm?"

Shakespeare

Is fascinated that you even came up with such a question

His answer is yes

But at the same time, he's coming up with scripts that include a dramatic romance between worms. For his own pleasure

Vlad

Says yes immediately.

Thinks you'd look like a cute worm

Maybe he'd put roses next to your habitat or in it.

Charles

"of course! In fact, we can both be worms together! We'll be a happy worm couple"

He's actually taking the idea too seriously and goes ahead making worm habitats and gets a book on "how to raise a worm"

Faust

"I'm not sure. Though I suppose researching on a worm wouldn't be that bad"

Seeing you look unimpressed, he just chuckles while patting your head

"I'm only joking. Of course I'd love you"

[sanchoi21]

Forbidden Thoughts

Vlad Ikemen Vampire x Reader

Warning: Mentions of blood drinking, smut, fingering, obsession and kidnapping. Mostly fluff but smut coded. Enjoy!

Being with the residents of mansion was nice, but you couldn't help but miss the white haired and red eyed man who had captured all your thoughts. You had met him on the snowy day when he was alone and so were you, since you couldn't return back home. But he had healed and calmed your heart in all the ways possible.

Sometimes you wondered why everyone asked you to be away from him, since he is dangerous. You couldn't see any ounce of danger lurking in his gaze, all you saw was a broken man who yearned for your love. As days passed by, your visits to the local market increased, you insisted Sebastian to go alone since you didn't wanna bother him, but the real reason was that you wanted to meet Vlad. Though he was suspicious of you he still allowed you to go, not paying much attention to it.

You and Vlad would spend hours chatting, playing with kids at orphanage or dancing to the melodies played by local musicians. It was bliss. Your heart would always ache to say bye every evening to him, not knowing when will you get to spend such time again together. Loving Vlad was like reading a forbidden book that was so forbidden that you weren't even allowed to touch it. Though things were now sorted with Vlad and Comte, their cold war was still on, since Comte couldn't completely trust Vlad yet. You were the one who was caught in between though.

Today just like every other day, you went to shopping at the market late in the evening. You walked through the crowded streets of Paris which now had a soft glow because of the setting sun, making the view a lot more admirable. The street lights were slowly turning on, as carriages moved from one place to other, the shops and restaurants were lively at this hour. You admired the beauty of the night city as you shopped for the ingredients. After you were done, a faint smell of roses, enter your senses. 'Vlad... It must be him', you thought as your feet carried you in that direction.

You soon saw the cart that was now empty and the handsome man standing beside it, selling the last of his flowers. The soft glow of the setting sun made him look even more ethereal than he already was. The sweet smile on his face was more sweeter than any flower you ever saw. His slender and beautiful hands which elegantly held the flower were more beautiful than any of those flowers in his cart, or maybe the entire world. You sometimes wished those hands were at places that you shouldn't have imagined off. You wished his mouth was not used only for his sweet talking. You shaked off all these unholy thoughts as you approached him. Thoughts that you should never even think of.

Y/n: Vlad...how have you been?

Vlad: I have been lonely without you. I missed you Y/n.

He said as a soft sad smile spread across his features.

Vlad: Here, the most beautiful rose for the most beautiful lady.

He said as he gracefully handed you the rose. It was a single red rose, whose color was blood red, just like his eyes. You quickly took it from his hands and smelled it.

Something felt off. His smile, the rose that he gave you, and the lack of people in the alley, something was definitely off.

As soon as you thought this, your consciousness began to slip away as you fell right into his arms.

Vlad smirked to himself as he saw you fall into his arms.

Vlad: How long have I waited for this day, my dear. Sleep sleep at the edge of dreams.

You soon went into deep slumber as you had no sense of your surroundings.

Vlad returned your shopped items and a letter to the mansion, that would let Comte know that you are safe with him. Since he knew you would be concerned about the residents. He gently laid you down in his empty cart which had a soft bedsheet covering it. He silently moved the cart through the night as he walked his way home, without anyone knowing what had happened with you.

Once he reached the mansion, he took you to his bed chambers and gently put you down on his soft mattress.

Soon after sometime you regained your consciousness as you slowly opened your eyes adjusting to the dim light of the room, you realized it wasn't your own room. You panicked as you took in your surroundings. The moonlight that entered the room through the stained glass and the enormous amount of books that surrounded the place, and the scent of roses, were more than enough to tell you that it was Vlad's room. You sighed in relief knowing it was none other than Vlad, but you wondered, why he had kidnapped you in the first place?

Vlad soon entered the room and was happy to see you awake.

Vlad: Ohh, you are awake my dear, are you feeling well?

Y/n: Yes, I am feeling quite better now. But first tell me, why am I here? I mean you could have just asked me to come with you and I would have agreed to it.

Vlad: But where's the fun in that, dear?

You stared at him in bewilderment, he seems different, definitely not the calm man who took his decisions wisely. His eyes were more redder than ever as they looked like pools of blood, not normal blood but the unholy blood, the one that is used to depict demons in folklore. Chills ran down your spine as you saw Vlad in this form. It seemed like his true feral form, which he had tried so hard to hide from you. His hair seemed slightly long, his nails were red and bigger, his fangs were protruding out, and his eyes that stared at you as if you were his prey.

You hate to admit it, but his messy form, only attracted you more, like a moth to a flame. You stared at him as he was quick to notice you drooling over his newly discovered form. A low chuckle escaped him. Even his voice sounded deeper.

Vlad: So even this isn't enough to scare you away?!

Y/n: Why would you even want to do that?

Vlad: I was just trying to give you a last chance to get away from me before I take your humanity and finally bite you to make you mine and one of my kind today. And also before I take your virginity.

You blushed deeply at his statement.

Y/n: You...you plan to t-take my...v-virginity?!

Vlad: Why, you don't want me to? And I see you have no fear of losing your humanity then?

He said while smirking devilishly, knowing exactly what you meant.

Y/n: Y-you!!

Vlad: Haha, I can't help it, you are so cute that it makes me wanna tease you more. So tell me Y/n, what do you want me to do? I won't do anything you don't desire.

Y/n: Of course I want you to bite me as well as take my virginity, I don't care about being a vampire if it means that I can be by your side forever.

You answered abruptly, in the fear of him backing down on his offer. Vlad chuckled loudly, the kind that sent shivers down your spine.

Vlad: Ohh, so we are eager aren't we??

Y/n: V-Vlad...just stop teasing. I.. I just want you to be mine... That's all.

He smiled fondly at you, as he came closer and caresses your cheek.

Vlad: This is my true form, Y/n. I took this form just so you should know what you are dealing with. But it surprised me to see you simping more for me rather than turning away, how so?

Y/n: If you keep saying you are scary or you are a monster, I'll keep kissing you till you get that shit outta your head. You are nothing but sweet to me, then how the hell am I supposed to be scared?! And about your true form, I can't help it but find it more hot. And you might think I am crazy, if I said I always wanted your fingers somewhere else on me and now I just want them more.

Vlad, was surprised as he stared at you with wide eyes but ended up laughing soon.

Vlad: I guess I should say it often so that you keep kissing me. And I am so glad that you find me hot. But tell me, where exactly do you want my fingers?

Y/n: D-d-deep..deep...i-inside m-me...

Vlad: So...my naughty girl was thinking about this all along? I guess I should have done this sooner.

He said as he pinned you to his bed and got on top of you.

Vlad: Now tell me where..exactly do you want it and how? Ok..

You kept blushing as Vlad was bow being more bold with you as compared to his regular shy self. His fingers kept going on all the places that you desired them to be. His fangs soon sunk deeper into your neck as you moaned his name and your mind went completely blank, as he drank your blood. You were high, you have never felt this way. As Vlad, kept sucking your blood, checking on you from time to time to ensure you are ok, you felt yourself on cloud nine. You pulled him closer as he was about to move away in order to stop himself from drinking more of your sweet blood. He couldn't resist you any longer. His bite was addicting, it felt like a slow poison that spread throughout your veins, as it burned your insides, slowly and sweetly. You couldn't resist him any longer either. You had enough of being away from him.

You both spent the night together in each other's arms as Vlad kept marking you up and you did the same with him. His true form was truly overwhelming as you couldn't help but get lost into those blood red eyes, just earning a hearty chuckle from him. The way he praised you in his deep voice was worth all the effort you went through. That night you both took each other's virginity, and he took your humanity to make you a vampire. You body will now slowly undergo changes but it'll be fine since you have him by your side.

You peacefully slept in his arms, knowing that he will be right by your side as you wake up tomorrow and for all the days to come.

Vlad stared at you as he woke up the next day. He was more than overwhelmed to finally have you all to himself. You slowly opened your eyes, just to find him staring at you fondly.

Vlad: Are you ok? Does it hurt anywhere?

Y/n: Haha, asks the one who was so rough last night!

Vlad: Says the one who kept begging for more!

Y/n: Y-you!!

You hit his arms playfully as you both burst out laughing.

Y/n: Just carry me all day, since I can't walk because of you.

Vlad: I can carry you whole week if you want me to or maybe whole month, say, wanna go again?

You blushed as you hit him hard this time and hugged him to ease the pain. As you both wished each other good morning and began your day, you were happy to be able to love him freely from now on and he was happy to have you by his side, no matter the ways.

I always personally wished Vlad, should have kidnapped the MC, just like Faust had done. It would have been so much fun to see the feral and yandere side of our Vlad.

[cloudcountry]

Hiya Auburn!

I said I'd send in a request for a continuation of the ikevamp florist au, so...

would you perhaps write a little something with Vlad, our resident florist? And maybe also Shakespeare, only if you so desire?

^-^ (Thank you for your lovely writing!)

SUMMARY: it seems you and the florist you met a long time ago have the same idea.

WARNINGS: none!! :D

COMMENTS: dies im so sorry fellow shakespeare kissers but i could NOT think up anything for him HELP ME

also this is my first time writing vlad so if he is out of character i am SO SORRY

You blink. Vlad blinks back.

Both of you have overflowing bundles of flowers in your hands, walking in the direction of the other’s booth. You feel your face grow hot as he smiles, shoulders relaxing as he takes in the sight of you.

“Who are those for? They must be lucky.” he sighs wistfully, his own bouquet cradled in his arms.

“They’re for you.” you blurt, eyes darting away from his face, “You knew that already, though. Didn't you?”

Vlad chuckles, stepping closer to you. You feel his fingers brushing against your cheek as he tilts your head up, forcing your gaze to meet his and never let go.

“Of course. I just wanted to hear you say it.” he smiles, so very satisfied with himself, “And these are for you, my dearest love. I’m so lucky to have you in my life...”

“V...Vlad.” you stumble over your words as he drapes himself over you, burying his face in your neck like a big cat.

You’re in public!

“Vlad, you’re going to crush the flowers!” you yelp, using your free hand to push against his shoulder.

He chuckles as he pulls back, placing the bouquet he made for you in your arms. You barely have the chance to offer him his when he sweeps you off your feet, carrying both you and the bouquets.

“Ah, I’m so happy.” he coos, nuzzling your hair, “Truly, I love you so much.”

Ah yes, a big cat.

You tell him you love him too.

[misty-moth]

Day 2 of the @cy-inky challenge, and honestly, the creative juices have been flowing relentlessly.

This one has Vlad-route specifics. 🥀

Divider: grungenglam

Vlad x reader fluff, 500 words, prompt: “I will always choose you.”

Having seen the beautiful night sky through the castle’s window, you raced to join Vlad out in the garden. Vlad had contentedly plopped down on a bench before patting his lap. Accepting this offered pillow, you gazed up at the stars.

You noticed that Vlad had yet to look up. His fingers glided through your hair while your eyes battled between the sky and his tender gaze.

“You know, the stars are beautiful tonight.” You nodded up. “They’re in the opposite direction, though.”

Vlad tilted his head. “I know they are. I can see the stars in your eyes.”

Man, he’s smooth. You blushed up at him, and he winked back.

You wonder how many hearts he’s broken in his long lifetime. He would immediately turn coy when you tried to glean his age, but surely he’s had plenty of time to meet plenty of women…

You shouldn’t ask. This is a slippery slope. A ripple effect. A causal sequence.

“How many relationships have you been in, Vlad?” Gah! Mouth! Listen to brain!

His eyes widened as he paused for a small moment. Then his face twisted into a smug grin. “How many would you guess?”

You grimaced, knowing full-well that you invited this retort. “That’s…” you paused, silently begging for a time-travel door that will send you back a convenient 5 minutes. No luck.

He continued playing with your hair, the epitome of patience.

You sighed. “Um. Well. Not knowing just how long you’ve been around…” Was it worse to assume he had many partners, or that he only had a few?

“25?” That felt safe enough, and giving him a guess was a necessary step in escaping this hole you were digging.

He laughed, and you felt a bit of relief that he hadn’t seemed offended at all.

He brushed your nose with the end of your hair as he spoke. “I’m not inexperienced. I’ve been around for an… ambiguous amount of time.” You wrinkled your nose at him while he continued. “I nearly had an arranged marriage, too, what with my pureblood lineage.”

Oh.

This slippery slope was worse than you thought.

“Where is she now?” You studied the stars very closely, desperately distracting yourself whilst burning with curiosity.

“I declined,” he shrugged. His voice softened. “You see, I had met another woman. I had been waiting for her a long time— beyond eternity.”

Those words… your words from when you journeyed back to meet him as a child. Your tension was replaced with the feeling of butterflies.

“…I prevented a marriage, and I didn’t even know it. You stood someone up for me?” You tried sounding apologetic but failed miserably.

“Well, she is still around...” He raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“N-no!” You nearly shouted, and he laughed at your enthusiastic response. “I mean… you don’t regret it, right?” Your confidence was back, but you figured it would still be nice to hear.

“I could receive a thousand proposals, but I will always choose you.”

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[y4h3l1n]

Estoy harta de mi inactividad, así que vuelvo a escribir la segunda parte del AU apocalipsis Zombie (Sin Vampiros) no escribo con traductor ahora, ya que no se entiende un carajo 💀💀💀

Primera parte Avisa si hay algún error ortográfico 💕 O quieres comentar algo sobre esto, lo agradecería bastante 💗

Vlad

Él tiene una tienda de flores en el casco de la ciudad, el mismo siembra sus flores en su jardín, vende mucho. Y el origen de la infección proviene de sus flores, no se sabe cómo o por qué.

Vive junto con Faust y Charles en una casa alejada en el campo mas o menos en las montañas a unos 40 minutos de la ciudad, heredada de su familia.

Tiene bastante ventaja, ya que ningun infectado se pasa merodeando por ahí, Amigo de Comte pero perdieron el contacto cuando comenzó la pandemia. Puede que puedan encontrar mas adelante...

Edad: 30?

Faust

Ok, difinitivamente el fue el culpable de esa flor.

No sabe muy bien como o que de sus experimentos hizo que la flor desarrollará un virus por si sola?

Por dentro la culpa lo esta comiendo, pero una parte de si mismo esta algo orgulloso por crear algo "poderoso", obviamente trabajó y sigue trabajando tan pronto que escuchó la noticia de los infectados.

Pudo retener a unos de esos zombies para hacerle pruebas, para ver como reaccionan a diferentes cosas. Deberías rezar para que esas cosas no muten y se transformen en algo peor 😐

Nadie sabe o sospecha de él.

Edad: 28

Charles

Es el mas joven de los tres, muchacho que fue a vivir con sus mejores amigos por diversión (también para evitar la presión de sus familiares para que estudiara la carrera Universitaria que ellos querían para el...) Cuando vio la noticia por la televisión, penso que era genial por un momento, pero después de algunos días se dio que era todo lo contrario, esta bastante deprimido por no hacer las cosas que queria antes.

Por suerte tiene a sus mejores amigos al lado suyo. Se acompañan entre sí, una vez tuvo que viajar a la cuidad a encontrar provisiones, y se encontró con sobrevivientes pero aún así decidió no hacerse ver.

Edad: 23

William

Hijo perdido de Comte, de hecho Comte, Leonardo y él estan juntos originalmente, pero una vez el salió para buscar otros sobrevivientes (Después de una disputa con Comte) al final no se pudo encontrar ninguna rastro de el, Comte lamento mucho su pérdida, mientras tanto Leonardo parecía que le aliviaba por dentro (Leonardo sospechaba que Wiliam tenía malas intenciones)

Aunque en realidad este cabrón esta vivito y coleando por ahí, no se puede saber donde esta por qué se traslada de un lado al otro, la razón que por que se alejo de Comte y Leonardo es un misterio. Algo sí, tiene que ver con su disputa con Comte, el Rubio le clavo algúnos golpes... Se reconciliaron y justo después decidió buscar mas Personas.... Desapareció.

Edad: 29

Drake

Es Navegante, sobrevive en el mar con Galileo, siempre anda armado, duerme con un cuchillo debajo la almohada seguramente. Apenas escucho la noticia, se armo, además de recolectar provisiones suficientes, de una para su barco.

Esos esqueletos no pueden nadar, estan a salvó de eso, pero no de los ladrones o las bandas caníbales.

Aún el es mas rápido, logro robarse algunas armas de una tienda con sus municiones. Si quieres estar a salvo, el mas indicado es aliarse con Drake.

Este men todavía logra dormirse, pero siempre al tanto de todo y los sonidos fuertes.

En realidad sabe que va a morir si o si de alguna forma...

Edad: 26

Galileo

El papi de los papis 🗣️

Tiene a su lobo siempre con el, y es la única razón por la que tiene ganas de vivir, sabe los mejores puntos para tener suministros, como conseguir agua mineral, etcétera. Él y Drake si estaban listos para esto.

Toca a su Lobo y olvídate de vivir ☠️

Te destrozara en segundos no lo dudes.

Se adapta fácilmente a este ambiente de supervivencia, tiene un mapa detallado con información y todo, por las noches se queda Despierto a hacer vigilancia, no por que le preocupe que alguien venga para hacerles daño, si no también para ver las estrellas, el ambiente esta mas despejado después que las empresas dejaron de funcionar, tal vez la capa de ozono se regenere en un tiempo más, las calles están totalmente desoladas, hay silencio total.

Esto es tranquilidad para el, aunque de esta forma no la deseaba.

En otra vida, en otro mundo, quizas esto no termine así.

Edad: 35-45

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[etheries1015]

MC being more of a stereotypical "Vampire" than her own boyfriend, the lineage of the first vampires, is so funny to me. And accurate, fuck summer and summer heat. Winter is GOAT

Cruel Summer - Vlad x Reader (Ikemen Vampire)

A/N: Part of the Summer Days Sultry Nights writing event I am co-hosting with @violettduchess . This fic was inspired by fanart of Vlad created by @ana-thedaydreamer of a shirtless Vlad at the beach - sorry, I couldn't find the link to the work but it is glorious!

Pairing: Vlad x Reader

Prompt: a walk on the beach & barefoot in the sand

Tags: fluff

You didn’t like summer.

Correction – you hated summer. The long days of summer meant spending time indoors counting down the days until cooler weather, avoiding the cruel heat and everything it brought, from sunburns to bug bites. 

And despite all that, when Vlad had invited you to spend the day at the beach with him, you happily accepted. 

Because going anywhere, doing anything was always better with Vlad.

You took a sip of strawberry lemonade, its ice cubes nearly melted in the heat, doing little to quench your thirst. Fanning yourself with your book, you soon realized there was no relief from the brutal summer heat, even under the shade of your large umbrella. 

"Hey…" Vlad called out your name, his soft, sweet voice distracting you from your misery. "It's much cooler over here."

Shading your eyes with your hand, you looked out towards the shoreline where Vlad was standing, the water barely reaching his knees. He reached down and cupped his hands in the water, splashing some on his face. He stood back up, smiling at you with the sun high above him, droplets of water sparkling like diamonds on his skin. 

You licked your lips as you gazed at Vlad, respectfully admiring his sculpted abs and chest. Your eyes drifted, shamefully lingering at the narrowing of his waist while thoughts danced through your head. Happy thoughts that caused heat to rise to your already warmed cheeks.

What made this summer day so cruel was that you couldn’t act on your thoughts. You couldn’t slip your hand under that thin band of fabric and touch Vlad. Feel him. And see if he was feeling the same exact way you were. 

But the beach you were on was not secluded and actions like that had to wait until later. Much later.

You rose from your chair, your feet sinking into the soft sand, hoping your knees wouldn’t bend and go weak. The hot sand burned the bottom of your feet as you quickly made your way to Vlad. 

“You’re right,” you said with a smile as you reached him. “It is cooler here.” The cool waves were refreshing as the water lapped against your ankles, the soft sand sliding between your toes as you looked up at your lover. 

“Let’s go on a walk,” he suggested, taking your hand in his, the salty sea breeze mussing his pale hair.

Fun will have to wait for later, you told yourself as you walked away with Vlad, summer proving, once again, just how cruel she truly was.

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[letterstoear]

Leaving lipstick marks

Notes: Fem Reader! (just made it with a female MC in mind, but there's no use of pronouns), Suitor x reader, fluff, established relationship.

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Characters: Isaac, Mozart, Charles and Napoleon

Isaac:

Thought it was just a normal day where you were peppering him with kisses all over and Isaac went about his day like usual. Sure you had a small giggle, but he figured you were just so over the moon in love. When you pulled away and saw your smile he was still clueless that is till he met the usual suspects.

Before Isaac could even leave the mansion, he’s hearing chuckles from the other residents. Which causes him to freak out, Isaac was used to the normal teasing but not like this. There was Dazai and Arthur who were making cheering noises and commenting how jealous the two were.

Even Napoleon had a small chuckle leaving his lips as he saw the lipstick marks all over Isaac. In fact, it’s probably one of the older residents who informs Isaac about his love marks. Leonardo will walk over after making his teasing remarks to inform Isaac. He’ll also help him remove the lipstick marks you left.

Once he reaches you after the incident, he’s a blushing mess telling you about all the teasing he endured. Not like he’s going to prevent you from kissing him though.

Mozart:

With your hand on the back of Mozart’s head you were devouring him with your kisses. One on his neck, cheek, lips, and even the tips of his ears. All across his face is a flutter of your lips as you mark him. You wanted to proudly show off your lover, the love of your life.

Then, when everything is all over, Mozart wipes it all off. Much to your dismay all of your artwork is lost, it was momentary. Whatever could you do, Mozart was a clean freak, so he wanted to be kept clean. However, he would never object to you kissing him again.

No, in fact he wanted you to kiss him all over again, not that he would admit it. Instead, Mozart will have to settle with kissing you like how did to him.

From the tips of your ear to your eyelids, he’s covering you in his love. Plus, you’re also getting marked at the same time. Why, Mozart left some of the lipstick which got rubbed off onto his lips.

While it wasn’t nearly as clear as your lip marks had been on Mozart, he definitely left some kiss marks. A proud smile on his face after having just kissed you all over, he too wants everyone to know you’re his.

Charles:

He’s way too proud of your lipstick marks. I imagine he’ll even ask you to leave some on him if he really likes the color of your lipstick. Charles is in no way shy when it comes to affection.

Oh, you better believe he’s fully aware of lipstick on him but does not care. What’s so wrong about showing off the love he’s received. He’ll even put on lipstick to mark you when he feels like it.

Man has no shame, and he sees no need to feel shame, but Faust may have other ideas. Most likely makes Vlad feel single and bothers Faust of Charles “unkept” appearance.

Napoleon:

A lovesick fool who wasn’t too into the idea at first. If the two of you enjoyed it the first time he’s got no problems if you wanna do it all over again.

Oh, but he’s strict about when you could do it. If he has to go into town, he would prefer if you don’t leave lipstick marks on him. Napoleon just doesn’t want to explain it to the little kids he teaches. Other than that, you’re all good.

Want to leave lipstick marks on him then go to dinner, go ahead. He might regret whipping it off at the end of the day though. Like to him it’s saying goodbye to an act of your love. Which is why Napoleon will want you to do it all over again, when given the chance.

[klutzyroses]

Hold Me Tight Series💖- Vlad

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Vlad x Reader

Word Count: 1160

Summary: She was his flower, the blooming rose of his life. So why were there tears staining her beautiful face?

Tags: Female reader, fluff, cuddles and kisses

Story #2 of the Hold Me Tight series. For the Vlad ladies!

He ambled through the door to the garden, his eyes searching, seeking, then finally finding what he sought. His heart both ached and sank at once when he saw the one he was looking for. He had found her, yes, but he had been hoping to find her in a better state. Smiling, cheerful, at peace, like she always was, rather than this. His beloved lay on the grass, like a wood nymph surrounded by flowers, her hair spread out like a halo. Truly, she was beautiful, he always knew that. None of the flowers that surrounded her could compare and yet…what’s this? Why were there tears glistening her eyes? Why was her chest heaving with the effort of holding them back? His feet, rather soundless in their steps, brought him to her until they were parallel to her head. Her eyes, such beautiful eyes they were, flickered over to him, though she made no effort to get up. She simply stared up at him, that devastating look of sorrow piercing through him. It was no different than looking into the eyes of someone as they were drowning. That's what came to mind because those shining irises were swimming with tears, so much so that they threatened to spill over. There is a look of silent pleading, pleading to pull her out of the depths, before she sunk below where she could not be found. 

He soon found himself kneeling carefully by her, maneuvering until he was laying beside her, yet reversed from her position, looking directly into those teary orbs. She turned her head to meet his gaze, wordless, with those lips he loved to kiss pursed tightly together. Yet he could just about detect the slight tremor they had. And soon he felt it firsthand when he leaned his head closer to hers, softly brushing his lips against those plush ones. It wasn't so much a real kiss as it was a brief contact between lips, it could almost be called unintentional, if she didn’t know better. They don’t speak for a moment as he takes her in. Even in emotional distress, she was still beautiful, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to see her sadness disappear.

“Why so sad, my flower? Why have I found the loveliest flower in this garden…wilting?” His voice was soft, filled to the brim with need, with the need to understand, the need to comfort the love of his very long life. He reached across, his fingers skimming across her face, moving a stray strand of hair out of her lovely, melancholic face. She observed him doing so, not saying anything until his hand moved away.

“I’m…I…” She swallowed, worsening the tightening in her throat as her words got stuck, refusing to come out. It was as though she were trying to speak through a mouthful of mud. She watched the red of his eyes, the vibrance of the color, so intense, yet so gentle, so full of adoration that it made her tears fall down her cheek as she bit her lip, as though it would help stem the waterworks.

It didn't. Those eyes she loved softened as he moved, pressing a kiss to her cheek, catching the stream of salted sorrow on his lips. She shuffled a little closer, flipping onto her side to face him, a look of misery taking over her features. Her lips shakily parted to try and speak again, this time succeeding to an extent.

“I’m…I’m alright. I am, really. I just…It's just been a bad day, that’s all.” She took a deep breath and tried giving him a reassuring look, not very effective as her face was so teary and vulnerable. His eyes softened more, though his face was patient, a little hard to read, yet attentive, from what she could tell. She didn't know what else to tell him really, if she was being honest. She didn’t have a concrete reason for her current mood, none that was coherent enough to verbalise in any case. It was embarrassing to have him see her this way. So broken up over what she perceived to not be such a big deal. Not worth laying here, crying her eyes out, she couldn’t help but feel pathetic about it. But she didn’t have time to dwell on that when she again felt the brush of his lips on her cheek. She instinctively closed her eyes when they caressed her once more, rising slowly and surely as they left tender, barely there kisses towards her tear laden eyes. 

“Vlad…” A timid murmur, barely audible, would've been missed if she weren’t so close to him. Yes, close to him and not just meaning the physical proximity. She was always with him, as far as he was concerned, she never strayed far from his thoughts. And he wouldn’t have it any other way, in fact, he’d brought up the idea of her spending eternity by his side, to be with him always.

“Will you tell me about it? Allow me to make it better?” Such sweetness coated his voice, the sound carrying her away from the pain, just for a moment as if to allow her a reprieve. She couldn’t deny such a tempting offer, tinged with a hint of the innocent desire to make his beloved feel better, yet also contained the protective need found in a man who worried for his lover. 

“Please…make the pain go away. Just for a little while.” She knew what she was asking of him and she knew that he understood what she was asking of him and he was more than happy to oblige. Turning to face her head on, he murmured softly to her.

“Sleep on the edge of dreams.” Plunging her into a peaceful world where it was just the two of them, the endless blue sky and the river of flowers in bloom, surrounding them with comforting scents. But all paled in comparison to him.

To her, there was nothing that could comfort her the way he did with just his presence, the subtle timbre of his voice, the rose of his eyes, that were tenderly gazing upon her. She sighed in contentment as her forehead rested against his, her eyes fluttering closed as a last rogue tear slid down her face, just for him to catch it.

She remained awake, despite having her eyes closed, because she didn't want to miss a single moment with him. And he knew it too, because he didn't stop his adoring whispering, the sweet words melting her sadness away, making her wonder why she hadn't just gone to him to begin with, when he was so good at making the pain go away.

“Just for a moment, let me make the pain go away. Stay with me, in this beautiful world, where nothing can hurt you.”

And she was more than happy to give in to that request. 

Just for a moment.

🌸

[syneilesis]

[fic] no end to promises

no end to promises

Ikemen Vampire | Vlad x f!Reader | T | 452 words ao3 link (later)

Throughout his waking life there is only one for him, and it is you.

A/N: Fifth entry to @cy-inky's one week challenge! Suitor of choice is Vlad with the prompt "I will always choose you." It's both childhood friends to lovers and arranged marriage AU. Because it's me, and it's Vlad I'm writing, there are a few warnings: mind control, Vlad and Reader-chan not being ... quite right in their heads, lowkey horror (?) – all vaguely implied. All scenes they are children, except for the last part, where they're thousands of years old 😜

Divider by @/saradika.

I.

“From now on till the end of time, we will always be together.”

II.

Vlad takes your hand and leads you to the garden where hundred different flowers bloom. He points at them one by one and tells you their names, morning sunlight a shimmer on his fair, silver hair, his ruby eyes large like rose-blossom.

You've heard of their whispers: the divine child taking the branch-family daughter under his benevolent wing. Out of pity, out of charity. You let those assumptions slide over you, rainwater on sloped roof; they don't know, after all. Only you and Vlad know.

III.

“We don't want to lose the grace granted upon us, Young Lord. We implore you to understand.”

“I do. Which is why it is I who will decide upon my eternal partner.”

IV.

In the garden where hundred different flowers bloom, time crystallizes, eternity with the weight of a promise, reflected in each petal, leaf, stem – glass-vivid and bright. Vlad cradles your hand, pulls it to rest upon his warm cheek, and closes his eyes to soak in your presence.

Everything is quiet, like a deliberate silence under a muted sun, white clouds and white sky in contrast to the vibrance of the garden. No birdsong, no psithurism, no outside footsteps come to herd them back into the mansion. You caress Vlad’s soft, warm cheek and ask:

“Where is everybody? Grandmother? Uncle?”

Vlad sighs, content, and he stays that way for a while. It makes you think that he hasn't heard you. But then, he opens his eyes and his wine-red gaze pins you and your soul.

“I sent them away.”

“Away?”

Vlad nods. “Yes. Away. They wanted me to marry when I grow up and I said that I want to marry you, but they didn't like it. I didn't like that they didn't like it.”

“Oh.”

“Yes. So I sent them away.”

“Will they come back?”

“Maybe.”

“Oh.”

The plants move, but they produce no sound. You turn your head to the side, and it is the same. In the corner of your vision, the slice of Vlad's red eyes, following you, a burning shadow.

“Okay,” you say, and finally, Vlad lets your hand go.

“I will always choose you,” Vlad promises. He smiles like first snow.

“Me too,” you say. And it is your oath to him. “It will always be you.”

V.

An eternity later, in the garden where hundred different flowers bloom, Vlad promises once more: “I will always choose you.”

And you grant him your most joyous smile, with its unbearable lightness. Forever entwined, forever inseparable. Forever, forever, forever.

And you return those same words, those same promises:

“Me too. It will always be you.”

[faustianfascination]

feeling not thinking

Kinktober 5. Pussy/Cockdrunk | Double Penetration

Words: 1328 Pairing: Faust/Charles/Vlad x OC (ikemen vampire) Tags: NSFW! MDNI! double penetration, group sex, biting, voyeurism, oral sex, AFAB reader

Note: So, this was ment to go up yesterday but life happened so today it is then

The rain was still pelting against the castle windows, creating a gentle patter echoing through Vlad's room.

Charles's lips worked up and down Persephone's neck, one hand holding her hip while the other played with her breast as he thrust slowly in from behind into her kneeling form, back pressed against his chest as she moaned from his cock hitting a particularly sensitive spot. Even the canopies of Vlad's bed did little to stop the sound echoing off the stone walls; the owner of the bed reclined regally against the pillows watching them with burning eyes, his hand pumping his own cock lazily. Faust's eyes were also on them, his fangs peeking out from his lips as his desire to bite her again began to win out.

To think, this all began with a rain storm. Persephone ended up stranded at the castle as the storm picked up intensity, Charles had offered to make dinner and the pair joined by Faust had ended up cosy by the fire enjoying some wine, each others company and some lighthearted flirtation. The turn came when Faust had pulled her onto his lap and began seducing her in earnest and it didn't take long for it to escalate.

Vlad had entered only to be greeted by the sight of Persephone's naked body; hands bound and around Faust's neck as he held her legs open, playing with her breasts as Charles' mouth was buried in her pussy. She looked very pretty like that, even more so when she noticed him and embarrassment caused her to try and hide. Too bad Faust and Charles and no intention of letting her hide from anyone's gaze. Vlad descended on her too, sealing away her protests with his lips. In a movement so quick it felt impossible she was in his arms like a princess as he casually mentioned that his room had the biggest bed. The other two vampires following close behind in various states of undress.

The storm raged outside, thunder and lightning drowned out by wanton moans, creaking wood and the erotic squelch of her hole being filled over and over. Her body was now glazed in a mix of sweat, bites and semen from the three men taking turns fucking her, the lingering taste of skin and seed in her mouth. Even with her dancer's stamina she was getting towards her limit but she felt incredible, every nerve sensitised and explored by skilful hands and lips. Each of them had their own quirks. Charles luxuriating in making her body sing for him with teasing light touches and reverence, sending her to realms of over stimulation. Faust was forceful and dominant bullying pleasure out of her in a way that left fine bruises all over her hips. Never scared of sinking his fangs into her flesh. Vlad was beguiling making her serve him, ride him like he's a king to be rewarded with praises and blissful pleasure. Even the ache in her muscles felt delicious thanks to their attention.

The murmuring of French into her skin brought her back to the present as he slowed his movements to stretch out the pleasure he wanted to make her feel. She locked eyes with Faust, his hypnotic hazel eyes entrancing her again as she saw his sadism flash before he rose up again and brought himself up to the pair. Holding her jaw firm as he kissed her again, his cock pressing against the front of her cunt, adding a welcome pressure on her clit as Charles thrust, making her flutter. Charles' resulting moan evidence of the increased stimulation, made Faust chuckle

"Think you could manage both of us?" his voice huskier than usual. If she weren't so cock drunk fear would probably have crept in, none of them were small. However, she was feral right now, her mind only on feeling not thinking

"I've never tried, but I'd like to" her breathy voice giving him the confirmation he needed. Charles stilled his movement, bringing his lips to her other ear

"Sure princess?" Charles' voice laced with both reassurance and worry, both his hands gently massaging her hips.

"Yes" her voice definitive, her body was soft and pliant after hours of being their enthusiastic plaything and despite her dwindling strength she wanted more, to feel more. She wound one arm around Faust's neck and the other around Charles' letting her fingers explore their soft hair, running her nails along their scalps as Charles drew out of her, leaving only the tip as Faust slid his cock along her folds to meet where her and Charles were joined. The extra friction was already incredible, but the feeling as Faust slowly pushed in was intense like nothing else. The stretch was still uncomfortable but the two men sandwiched her between them, holding her body as she let her head roll back at the intrusion. Slowly, inch by inch they filled her, every vein, every ridge of their cock's sent jolts of pleasure through her body rendering her unable to do anything but pant, tears falling from her eyes. They stayed still to let her adjust, touching every part of her, every good spot and finally after relishing the fullness she gave a nod and they began pumping into her. They moved smoothly at first, falling into a perfect rhythm Charles pulling out as Faust pushed in, never leaving her empty. They began to speed up, making her body tremble and hips jerk as another climax began building, her walls squeezing them tight making all of them moan and pant at the overwhelming sensations. A finger playing with her apex stoked the fire even more, making her clench and push herself onto them as they stilled enjoying the sensation of her pussy massaging their cocks. Both of the men gripping her tighter, fighting the urge to fuck her harder.

"How are you feeling?" Faust asked with a strain in his voice, he'd been holding himself in check as not to hurt her, he could see Charles biting his lips struggling with the same desire

"fu-fuck i've never felt full, so good" her breathless moan into his shoulder paired with her gently rocking her hips on them to keep the sensations building, she felt like she was burning in the best way. Faust and Charles began to run their noses along her shoulders on either side, nuzzling the juncture between them and her neck, a tell tale sign of them getting ready to bite paired with the increase in speed as they started thrusting harder than before. Then came the bites, two of them at once as they pounded her, her body thrown into an orgasm that felt like it would never end. Just as it began to subside it picked up again, squirting all over them as they rode her through it, all the energy left her body as she relied on how they caged her between them to keep her up right. Her head came to rest on Faust's shoulder, her weary eyes catching Vlad's as his beautiful red eyes watched her be fucked by the vampires he'd sired, a serene and mesmerising smile on his face. Shifting only when he closed his eyes to enjoy his own climax.

She could feel both Charles and Faust twitching in her, their movements becoming more jagged as they began falling into their own pits of pleasure. They pulled out together, her cunt being painted in their warm come and their near growls into her neck giving her a final sensations before they let her limp body fall into the soft sheets.

She was too worn out to open her eyes as she felt someone pull her into the bed and wrap her in warmth. Her head came to lay on Vlad's chest, as Faust curled up behind her gently rubbing circles over her hips, Charles holding her free hand so he didn't miss out on her warmth. They chatted amongst themselves as she drifted off into a deep much needed rest as the storm eased off outside.

[valkyyriia]

Ikemen Vampire Masterlist

2024

Leonardo Da Vinci

A Brief Respite (OC)

Take a Break!

Arthur Conan Doyle

A Study in Green (NSFW)

The Adventure of the Doctor's Orders (OC)

Comte de Saint-Germain

Try This On For Size (NSFW)

Stormy Days

A Deluge of Feelings

Theodorus Van Gogh

Gradually | Suddenly (OC)

Five More Minutes (OC)

Isaac Newton

Potential Energy

Vlad

Hellotrope and Yellow Tulips

Leonardo x Comte x Reader

Trecento (NSFW)

Dividers by @/natimiles

[sanchoi21]

Your Sweet Devil

Ikemen Vampire Vlad x Reader

Warning: Has spoilers of Vlad route. Referring to Le Comte and mansions residents as someone who forbids you from being with Vlad, so can deviate from storyline. Otherwise just fluff and comfort.

Have you ever felt like going away from all your problems, people and sometimes your own self? Have you ever felt like finding a devil and doing all kinds of sins with him? Worshiping the exact devil that you are forbidden to? Getting attracted to him in all possible ways and not finding a single way out? Worshiping him even though you are warned to be wary of his entire being? Warned to be away from him? Is it really a sin to find a devil attractive? The devil who cares for you when your own kind doesn’t? God doesn’t always hear prayers, but he does, so what’s so wrong in falling for that devil who pulled you out of your tough times? Just why it’s so forbidden to love him, when he is not the most evil one out there? Is it really wrong to want to sin for eternity with that devil?

Just like that, you fell in love with the white haired devil, whose beautiful ruby eyes shone brightly in the moonlight. Today too, you had come to meet this devil who haunted your thoughts all day and night. His charming smile and lucid voice always captivated you. Once again today, you had escaped the mansion, after making sure everyone was asleep. As you know better than anyone else that Le Comte will do just everything in his power to keep you away from this devil name Vlad.

You had met Vlad in town market on a snowy day, since then he had managed to capture your heart. His great ambitions are something which force him to do certain things certain ways but you try your best to show him hope which he willingly grasps. But somewhere deep down you don’t seem to mind his methods to change the world that much, as the only thing concerning you is his health and weekly being. You don’t mind him being a merciless devil who removes diseased flowers from the God’s garden, as he is the one you worship. He is your devil, the one you decided to commit yourself to. Vlad was someone who helped you in your tough times, times when none others could know that your heart was stirring with anxiety.

As you wordlessly stare at his mesmerising ruby eyes, you just think, why can’t you love this man freely? Why is everyone asking you to be cautious around him? You sure do know his bad traits, but those don’t stop you from loving him deeper. Why can’t you just meet him in broad daylight, go to shopping with him in town, every morning wake up to him beside you? Why is it so forbidden to love him and be with him, when he is the only one you will ever want??? As if reading your worries, Vlad gently brushes a strand of your hair behind your ear and cups your face.

Vlad: What happened, dear? You seem to be more distracted than usual today?

Y/n: Why can’t you just take me away with you? Kidnap me and take me to some faraway place, where no one can find us or reach us...

Vlad: You say interesting things Y/n... What happened? Will you tell me?

Y/n: Today after seeing the red roses you gave me, Le Comte figured it was you who gave me those. He warned me to be careful around you and not to get too involved with you.

Vlad: Haha, he is same as usual, caring for others!! Then say Y/n shouldn’t you be careful around me and stay away from me?? I am dangerous you know right??

He said smirking, amused to see your confused face.

Y/n: If I really wanted that, then I wouldn’t be here... You know Vlad... I simply don’t care about what others say, I want to be with you forever, and follow you till eternity.

Vlad’s eyes widened at your statement and he cutely pouted asking,

Vlad: Till eternity.... Do you really mean that?? Eternity is a long time, dear. Are you sure you won’t get tired of me?

Y/n: If you never got tired of waiting for me, then why would I? I want you Vlad!! I don’t care if you are Devil or Angel!! For me you are just my Vlad. Even if you are a devil, I don’t mind it, because I’ll worship you none the less. I want to love you openly, Vlad, where I won’t need to hide from the world to meet you, where I can claim you as mine in front of everyone. Vlad’s cheeks flushed red hearing your words, he pulled you into a tight hug.

Vlad : You flatter me, my angel. Let’s go far far away from everything. I promise to keep you safe and healthy.

With that Vlad held your hand and lead you deep inside the forest, there waited a horse, a black horse whose coated reminded you of the midnight sky. Vlad helped you up on the horse and started riding it. You hugged your lover tightly from behind earning a small smirk from him. You didn’t knew how just how much he loved your hands around him.

You both soon arrived at what seemed like an old castle, it was hauntingly beautiful. Unlike the well lit mansion of ale Comte, Vlad’s castle was quite old and dimly lit, but as you entered the gates, a beautiful garden awaited you. You were stunned by the beauty of moon flowers which bloomed in their full glory all around the castle. You know Vlad had taken a lot efforts to grow them, just by looking at the well maintained garden.

Vlad: Do you like it, my dear?

Y/n: Yes, very much.. it’s stunning actually.

Vlad just smiled satisfiedly at your comments. As you two entered the castle, the dim lit corridors greeted you. Something about Vlad’s castle was oddly comforting. You didn’t felt spooked or scared by the old castle walls, but instead somehow felt at peace, felt at home, maybe because they were too similar to its owner, with his traces and scent all over the place. The sweet smell of freshly baked goods filled your nostrils as you both made your way to your new room. Probably preparations for tomorrow’s breakfast, by one of Vlad’s roommates, about whom he loves chatting about. Vlad guided you to one of the empty rooms, but to your surprise, it was a well kept room, with dim moonlight entering the room through stained glass, creating different patterns on the floor. The white lilies in the balcony only added to it’s beauty.

Y/n: It’s so beautiful...

Vlad: I am glad you liked it!! I had already prepared this room thinking of you, that someday you might come to stay with me.

You were stunned by his confession. You had no idea, he could go to such lengths for you. The lord of castle himself preparing a room for you, how lucky you are? His efforts were clearly visible. From the soft bed sheets up to a closet full of dresses, he really planned it knowing that someday you will come here. How cute can this devil be? You thought to yourself.

Vlad: Freshen up darling, before you go to sleep.

Y/n: Vlad.. Can you sleep with me today?

Vlad: W-what???

A deep blush crept up his face as you said that. Seeing him blush, you blushed too, now realising the way you meant it was completely different than what it sounded like.

Y/n: N-no n-not in t-that w-way!! I just meant simple sleeping as I want you to hold me in your arms. I want to wake up next to you.

Vlad chuckled at your flustered reaction but replied eventually.

Vlad: S-sure!! I thought of giving you some space but since you don’t want it, I’ll intrude your privacy.

He said smiling cutely like a small kid, you couldn’t help but giggle to yourself. You quickly went to freshen up. After taking a shower, you wore the night robe given to you by Vlad. It was comforting and soft. You wore it and came out, just to be blessed with the view of Vlad laying down on your bed in his night robe with his chest slightly exposed. You blushed but continued staring as you made your way towards the bed.

Vlad’s eyes were closed, but when he noticed the bed dip, he opened his eyes taking in your figure. Blush crept his cheeks as he saw you in your night clothes, crawling close to him on bed. You laid beside him and hugged him tightly as he rested his head in the crook of your neck. You kissed his forehead softly and he pecked your lips in return. As you played with his silky soft hair, he whispered sweet nothings to you and hummed a beautiful melody. His voice was so sweet, so comforting, you found yourself dozing off as he now patted your head and laid it on his broad chest. You mindlessly traced your fingers on his scar, trying to soothe it with your small attempt. As you both drifted off to sleep in each other’s comforting embrace you knew for a matter of fact, that you can finally love your devil without having to hide it now, as now you can face the world together with him by your side.

The next morning when you woke up, Vlad was right beside you, with his arms wrapped tightly around your torso. Watching him slowly open his ruby eyes, which shined like jewels in sunlight, you knew there will be more mornings like this when you see them glow brighter with each passing day.

[cherryxblossxms]

Ikemen Vampire Masterlist

🔞 Warning: all things listed below are 18+ 🔞

This is my NSFW masterlist for all things Ikemen Vampire. If anything is missing or a link is broken, please let me know!

Gender is indicated beside each link, and list of warnings (if applicable) will be on the post itself. If any links are broken, please let me know and I will update it. If there is no link, it is a WIP to be posted at a later date.

Last updated: 01/01/2025

Arthur Conan Doyle

R, V, X of the NSFW alphabet

Theodorus van Gogh

Breeding kink hc (fem afab reader)

A, C, I, and V of the NSFW alphabet

Comte de Saint-Germain

Somnophilia hc (afab reader)

D, E, I of the NSFW alphabet

I, O, Y of the NSFW alphabet

Isaac Newton

D, G, H of the NSFW alphabet

Leonardo da Vinci

D, H, V, X of the NSFW alphabet

Sebastian/Akihiko Satou

I, O, Y of the NSFW alphabet

Vlad Draculesti

D and V of the NSFW alphabet

Johann Georg Faust

D and V of the NSFW alphabet

Divider by @/cafekitsune