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22:  “This is going to hurt.”

[In this ff there are people physically and psychologically hurt. Be warned]

Runnig. 

Running was the only thing they could do once they had escaped from that hell.

Their coven had been destroyed. Their family had been killed. 

“Stefan! Run away! Go north, go north!” he screamed, tears running down his face. 

Stefan ran north, through the woods. He only stopped when he was sure nobody was following him. He took a deep breath and burst out crying violently. 

Then, he felt it. Vladimir’s scent was near, so he started to look for him. 

The blond was laying on the ground, his body was covered in wounds and scratches and cuts. Stefan shook his head and sobbed. 

“Oh, Vladimir…” he whispered, trying to stop crying, in vain.

He then saw it. Vladimir’s chest was swollen and he was laying on the ground in such an innatural position it could only mean he was seriosly injured. 

He quickly got near to his companion, only to see that his ribs were in a wrong position. He passed a hand over them and Vladimir shivered in pain. 

Stefan started to shake. He closed his eyes and soon he was as calm as he could be in that moment. He knew he needed to act fast, otherwise Vladimir’s bones couldn’t be fixed anymore.

“This is going to hurt” he said, looking Vladimir straight in the eyes. The blond shivered at the mere thought but nodded.  “Do it”.

*********

After he had done it, Stefan held Vladimir in his arms, trying to comfort him. He knew he was suffering more than he thought it was possible, but he would have soon be better. Stefan hoped Vladimir would be fine as soon as it was possible. They would get their revenge and Vladimir wouldn’t have to suffer ever again. 

[Requests are open] 

Who do you think is more awkward when it comes to flirting, Vlad or Stefan? Given how long it must be since they've actually been in a courtship I think it would be hilarious to see them try to date nowdays.

Times are hard for Vladimir and Stefan when it comes to dating. Neither of them knows the rules of Modern Dating. They ignore it all. So I think they both would be deadly awkard while trying to date someone from 20th/21st century AD. They wouldn’t even fit the basic rules. For example, they’d show up dressed like what? They sure would wear an old shirt from another time, probably stained with blood. Nice, uh?What would they show up with? Flowers are good but would they really go the florists to buy them? Or would they pick up flowers…? If their love interest happens to be human, they wouldn’t understand that they need food, a warm/fresh place (depends on the season) and to rest after some time. I’m not even sure they’d be able to resist the thirst. I’m pretty sure they’d date vampires, though it’s diffuclt for them to find someone their own species who doesn’t hate or fear or pity or find them laughable.

To respond to your question, I think Vladimir is more awkard. Stefan is (almost) canonically more laid back than his companion, and would bring their partner to some park, just strolling and chatting and enjoying nature. Very simple but has its effects because Romanian nature is literally breath-taking. Stefan, in general, a good listener and observer, so it’s definetely a plus in a romantic meeting. He knows all the relaxing places all over Eastern Europe because he, too, once in a while, needs a pause from the constant eye-gouging and war-starting rambling of Vladimir. Vladimir on the other hand would spend a very serious amount of time planning his date to the smallest detail. He would bring their love interest to some old castle and try to impress them with his countless stories of The Good Old Times. He knows how to keep people entratained but his way works only with people who totaly hate the Volturi -and not many vampires are ofnd of the idea of declaring outloud they don’t like their kings.

Stefan has surely tried to explain to Vladimir how to improve his dating skills, but since Vladimir think of himself as a perfect being, it ended with them not speaking for one week and then catching up and apologizing with a hug.

5. “Do you think we’re bad people?”

They two of them were sitting on a rock, taking a pause from all the nonsense that was going on at the Cullens’ house. 

“Infants. They treat us like wicked people. We’re the ones that could make a difference in the battle with the Volturi” Vladimir said in a desperate tone. 

Stefan put a hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him. “Vlad, why do you even care? Likeyou said, they’re nothing but infants. They don0t realize the danger they’re in”.

Vladimir was grateful to Stefan for his speech but at the same tim he wasn’t really satisfied. “Have you noticed how the newborn always carry her child away from us? Not even if we were monsters...”. 

Stefan sighed. “I still don’t understand why you care”

“I care” Vladimir began, almost irritated “because they’re the archeotype of today’s society. And given how we’re treated here, today’s society thinks that we’re bad people, that means that we have absolutely zero chances of going back to power”.

Stefan looked saddened. “Do you think we’re bad people?”

Vladimir immediately saw the look on Stefan’s face. “I don’t know, Stefan...”- But seeing that Stefan was getting even more pensive, he quickly added: “No, we’re not bad people. It’s them who have stupid criterions. We are good, Stef. You hear me?”. 

Stefan smiled at Vladimir, knowing fully well that the blond didn’t use his soft voice and manners very often.

2. You're too good for this world (Romanian Coven fanfiction)

[Hinted a Vladimir X Stefan, but really you could read it as friends] Twelve vampires were sitting on their thrones: all they had for the servants were ice-cold gazes, as cool as they skin. Many of their subjects thought their kings and queens were unmoved by everything that surrounded them; but when throughout the whole castle the sound of a horn was heard even kings and queens started to worry. Some of them even moved from their thrones and rushed at the window, only to see the invader sending a messenger to the castle.

"Kill the messenger" ordered Anica to an archer.

"No, wait!" exclaimed Stefan "They could have sent their official surrender".

Anica laughed, but there was no happiness in her laugh, only irony.

"Oh, my dear Stefan, you can be so naïve: they have an army gathered not far from here: it's clearly not peace they're after!"

But Stefan insisted: "They could be offering a truce, perhaps! Just listen to the bloody messenger, who by the way has no fault if not being a messenger!". Anica scoffed, feeling highly irritated. She then addressed all the other convenmates: "All thpse in favour of killing the messenger shall raise their hands now". Seeing nobody did nothing, Stefan said: "Perhaps we could listen to him first and then" but he was cut off by Anica: "and then decide his fate. Yes, and excellent idea, Stefan. Shall we go?". Stefan tried to protest, but everyone was already moving out of the thrones room. Well, not everyone: Vladimir stayed behind, to comfort a much bothered Stefan.

Vladimir smiled to him: "Stef, you did everything you could". Stefan sighed: "Yes, but not enough. Messengers are not guilty of their masters' faults!".

Vladimir looked at the brunette and felt pride growing inside of him: Stefan was a fine thinker, way ahead of their time. "Does all this have to do with the fact that when I was a human I was a messenger to your very hungry vampire coven?". Stefan simply said: "Could be". Vladkmir was glad he had been a messenger, it was that very job that got him immortality -Stefan granted his wish himself.

"You're too good for this world" he finally said. Stefan smiled back at him, a little embarrassed, but all the embarrassment disappeared when the blond gave him a reassuring hug.

8. Go to hell (Romanian Coven fanfiction)

Vladimir stood awkwardly in the corner of the room while the Cullens and some other fools were arguing right in front of his eyes. He didn’t care for their stupid words, but he was bored since Stefan had gone hunting.

At a certain point, one of the nomadic vampires -his name was Alisteir? Alistair?- lashed back abruptly and screamed “Go to hell” to a very startled Carlisle and a much saddened Esme. Time seemed to stop and the whole room was suddenly full of tension. Alistair broke it off and left, but those who remained looked gently at Carlisle and Esme, whispering words of disapproval about Alistair.

Vladimir was still in his corner, lonely. He started to wander with his thoughts and realized that he had heard “Go to hell” only twice before.

*****

The air was filled with the smell of fire, blood and defeat. All the surviving Dacian soldiers had started to run for their lives hours before, but their last two lords stood their ground, refusing to flee their home: if they were fated to die, let it be on their native soil.

Vladimir and Stefan didn’t even bothered enough  to hide -what would be the point? Vladimir’s fair hair could be spotted as far as miles away. Three hooded figures approached them, their pace slow and arrogant. One of them, Aro, walked all the way up to the proud last two Dacians, while his coven mates waited for him. Behind the other kings there were the twins, the witch twins, the ones responsible of the outcome of that battle, and finally war.

Aro looked down at the joint hands of his enemies, laughing softly. “You’ve fought valiantly, my dears, but I’m afraid that didn’t suffice”. Vladimir nearly lashed out against him, but Stefan held him back. Every Volturi enjoyed that view. Aro spoke again: “Perhaps you will consider joining our coven, given the… circumstances you’re currently in”. Both of them knew that Aro had a vampire who could make anyone change their loyalty, but they would die before that; they also knew that they needed to get out of that situation, away from the battlefield if they hoped to survive.

Vladimir let go of Stefan’s hand and quickly moved some steps further away from the enemies, seeing that there was a one of the burning swords he himself equipped the army with. He got that sword into his hands and made eye contact with Stefan, who nodded almost imperceptibly.

From here, it was all very quick: Vladimir used the burning sword to set fire to one of the tree next to them, but the Volturi were rather unimpressed. Stefan then spit on the ground, just next to the kings. He grinned as he spoke this very words: “Go to hell”. Then suddenly a burning branch fell right next to the leaders and, while everyone worried whether their lords had been injured, Vladimir and Stefan managed to escape.

*****

Vladimir and Stefan didn’t speak the whole journey from the Cullens’ house to their own back in Romania: when his companion was angry, Stefan knew better than to try him. They entered the abandoned castle they called home and went separate ways, Vladimir disappeared somewhere in the undergrounds as soon as he stepped into the building. Stefan sighed but couldn’t help feel sorry for him.

Between the two of them, Vladimir certainly did not have patience. They had been waiting fifteen hundreds years to get their revenge on the Volturi and went to Forks as soon as they heard about the Bella Cullen situation. In the snowy clearing there had been a moment when everyone thought a fight would break out: some of the witnesses swiftly moved forward, ready to battle. In this very moment, Stefan got a grasp of his companion’s arm, holding him back. He was sure that the time wasn’t yet ready for their much wanted vendetta. Vladimir didn’t agree and said nothing ever since that moment.

Later, that night, Stefan calmly made his way to the undergrounds. There he found Vladimir sitting on the raw stone, staring into the nothingness. He tried to touch his shoulder but the blond wouldn’t let him. “I know why you’re upset, Vlad, but I just want to say that I did what I did or a greater good” he said. Vladimir seemed to want it go unanswered at first, but then he replied: “We had one good chance to attack them, and you made it vanish in front of our eyes”.

Stefan sighed and repeated: “I did it because we can’t have our revenge if we’re dead, I did it for a greater -”. he was soon cut off by Vladimir, who suddenly stood up and screamed: “Don’t you dare talk about greater good”. His voice was firm and strong at the beginning, but it soon started to fade. “I can’t believe we let our enemies walk away like that!”. Stefan felt his hearth, no, his whole person melt before the view of Vladimir in such a terrible state. His voice became softer that always and said: “Vlad, you have to trust me on this one, okay? Can you do that?”.

Vladimir, who had begun to sniffle already, whispered: “Go to hell”. Stefan was startled by this reply but then Vladimir hugged him firmly, and he understood that his old companion had agreed to trust him with his own life.

13. My hobby is making fun of you when you talk (Romanian Coven fanfiction)

Everyone was enjoying the quite evening in the Cullens' living room, forgetting for some hours the threat of war upon them thanks to the warm feeling the fire pit and the light chatting provided. Even the two Romanians, who were usually grumpy and liked the exclusive company of each other, sit on the couch and, glasses of blood in their hands, chatted with the others. Although they sometimes mentioned eye-gouging and several different gory ways to kill an individual, they were overall good company.

At a certain point, Renesmee ran to them, high on sugar because of the donuts Esme had lovingly prepared that afternoon,  and asked whether she could ask some questions. Vladimir immediately agreed, seeing that he always loves to have an audience.

“Why is your skin paler than everyone else's?” the little girl inquired. Before either of the Romanian could reply, Bella stepped in the conversation and said that maybe it was better if Renesmee went to bed. Her daughter, however, had no intention of leaving with her question unanswered, so Bella had to give up and let her stay. She glanced the two foreign guests, as to warn them not to say something foolish, but Vladimir responded with an annoyed look that made her regret hers. “Well, you see little one” he started “we sit on our thrones for a very long time, so long that we'd actually started to petrify, and that's the very reason why our skin is much paler than normal”.

Renesmee nodded as if she understood. She then asked another question: “But what made you get up from your thrones? I mean I never want to get up from my bed in the morning... I would literally never ever leave a throne”. Stefan chuckled and gestured at Vladimir that he would respond to this one. Bella's expression became more and more anxious. “My dear, our thrones were taken from us, and by no one else but the Volturi. The engaged war with our troops, set fire to everything they could and then left for their hiding spot in Italy”.

He would have gone further but Bella stopped him. “Renesmee, the Volturi are not so bad after all”.

Vladimir was outraged. But instead of lashing out as he always did, he choose to stay calm. “Well, yes, Bella, I believe you're actually right: I mean apart from invading foreign lands, waging war and engaging battles, setting fire to everything and everyone, sending false peaceful messengers that turn out to be mercenaries, separating lovers, killing without mercy, hunting us down constantly so that we can't settle down in one place, always reminding us that we're miserable and the only reason we're alive is because we are a warning of what punishment awaits those who threaten the Volturi... I mean apart from these little things, they're good, aren't they, Stefan?”.

His companion laughed softly, Bella didn't say anything but picked her daughter up and left.

“Little ones” commented Stefan “they need to grow up quickly during these dark times”. Vladimir nodded and motioned with his head to Bella, who was coming back without Renesmee.

“You didn't have to bring all that up in front of my daughter” she said, blankly. Vladimir just scoffed, unmoved by her concern. “Then you really shouldn't have said that the Volturi are not so bad after all” the blond replied. Bella sighed heavily before she got completely mad at Vladimir: “What's wrong with you? Why do you have to ruin things for everyone?! Is it because the Volturi watch your every move and you don't have a hobby to fill your crazy amount of free time with?”.

Vladimir knew exactly what to respond to that. “darling, I do have a hobby: my hobby is making fun of you when you talk”.

Bella's jaw dropped, she tried to find something mart to say to fight back but, seeing she couldn't, she left the room in a furious rush. “The victory is yours” stated Stefan. Vladimir smirked.

42. We have to stick together (Romanian Coven fanfiction)

Vladimir's eye were filled with tears, or so he thought. It was, of course, venom that filled them but Vladimir believed, needed to believe, that those were tears. In front of him, years of prosperity died under the Volturi's iron fist: his coven mates were being killed, torn from limb to limb, and their castle on the hill was on fire.

Vladimir, for an unknown amount of time, was unable to move. He just stood there and watched as if it were a painting came to life. A horrible one, where black and red prevailed over all.

And then, suddenly, he felt a familiar touch on his shoulder: Stefan's. The brunette was usually a nice company, a quiet yet pleasant one. None of it seemed real now: Stefan was the shadow of himself, grief and pain and loss and anger growing inside him.

Vladimir looked at him. His gaze had a million questions and Stefan saw them all, but he decided not to answer, not yet. Instead, he simply said: “We have to stick together”.

32. Keep your eyes on me (Romanian Coven fanfiction)

Vladimir wasn't used to having around so many people: he had joined the Dacian Coven only a week prior, and he was having a hard time adjusting from a four-people-coven to a hundreds-people one. It's not that he didn't like it, because he did, but he didn't yet figure out what his place was.

During a dull afternoon, Vladimir decided to have a stroll in the immense garden that surrounded the castle. He was enjoying the peace of nature when he heard some vampires, not far from him, so he approached them. He saw that some of the guards were training in a muddy clearing at the beginning of the forest; not far from them, there was another of the leaders, who was watching over the guards and providing them some fighting advice. When he saw Vladimir walking by, he gestured for him to go forward. Vladimir smiled politely and greeted him. “Steffon” How nice to see you”. The brunette laughed. “It's actually Stefan. But likewise, it is a pleasure to see you”. Vladimir immediately started to feel uncomfortable and wanted to leave, but Stefan invited him to stay and watch the training.

Vladimir soon discovered that Stefan was a rather chatty guy. “So, do you enjoy the view?” he asked, waving to the soldiers. Vladimir stammered “Well, in my previous coven we had a person who was in charge of fighting duties so I can't say I'm an expert”. Stefan looked quite surprised. “Oh, I see. I suppose it makes sense. Sooner or later, though, I'll have to teach you how to defend yourself”. Vladimir shivered at the mere thought. “Later rather than sooner”.

Fate didn't agree. Not many hours after this very conversation, the castle was attacked. Vladimir was still in the gardens when suddenly everyone started to feel an enemy presence. Soldiers from the neighbouring valley were running right in their direction. Stefan immediately had Vladimir behind him and told the guards to stand their ground. They did as their commander asked and prepared for battle.

In the meantime, Stefan had turned to Vladimir only to face a very, very scared man. He was the first time he saw actual soldiers and not some random nomad fight. And he couln0t defend himself. Stefan grabbed both his arms and stated: “Keep your eyes on me. I will lead you out if this mess, okay? But first I need to find the exit path”. He was then gone for some moments and right when Vladimir started to feel like he had been injured, he came back, grabbed his arm and pulled him out of that horrid fight.

26. You’re holding back (Romanian Coven fan fiction)

Vladimir stares blankly in the fire in front of him; he normally would be afraid of being all alone in the deep woods, but in this moment he doesn’t really care, and he’s not alone. Stefan has proven himself the bravest of the pair, for merely some hours prior he managed to escape the battlefield with his friend, who was and still is numb. The blond continues to stare, indifferent to his friend’s sighs and worried glances. Stefan looks down to his ripped jacket and he sees that also the coven’s seal has been ruined. He tries to put it back together, but he can’t. Deep inside of him, he knows fully well that it is not only the seal’s fate, but also the coven’s.  How could it ever be repaired? Most of his coven mates have been killed; without them, what use is a new coven? He gets up and starts to walk away from the fire, but Vladimir notices this and immediately gets worried. “You’re not leaving, I’m confident you know that” he simply says. Stefan looks at him, but he can’t find his brave friend anywhere. He nods and he sits again.Some days pass by, and yet Vladimir remains silent. On the third day, Stefan loses his cool and, when they stop to camp on a clearing, he just lashes out. He goes on and on about how the battle would and could have been won, how everyone in their coven had been an idiot and lastly how he felt like no longer had a purpose or a reason to stay alive. Vladimir still stares blankly at him. He nods and put a hand on Stefan’s shoulder, then gets back to prepare for camping. Stefan is outraged at this point and he cannot believe his friend is behaving this way. He calms himself down, he needs to be tactful to the one man left he cares for. “You are holding back, Vladimir” he tells him. The blond sighs; “Maybe” he replies “but what use would It be to lash out like you did? They are not coming back, no matter how loud I scream or how violently I cry, Stefan. We are the last of our kind, my friend, and it is up to us to maintain its legacy. So yes, I am holding back my rage and my strength for when we will face our enemies again”. Stefan stares at him and realizes he is right, only to start crying. Vladimir immediately hugs him, and soon both of them are shedding tears. They do not know what lies ahead of them, nor if they will ever find happiness again, but in this moment when they embrace one another, they couldn’t feel safer.

65. You make me feel invincible (Romanian Coven fan fiction - Stefan x OC)

Alexandra laughed softly, looking down at Stefan, who was walking up the drive way carrying a heave package. She didn’t bother using the stairs and simply jumped out of the window and greeted a startled Stefan with a passionate kiss. «You look beautiful, darling» he said, smiling at her. She shook her head and her long, dirty blonde hair shone in the sun, and so did her pale skin and her blood red eyes. Stefan looked at her, trying to notice even the smallest of details, such as the way one single lock of her hair refused to stay in place and curled up against her neck. He smiled at her and kissed her again.

«What are you carrying, Stef?» she asked, snooping at the package. He let her, and when she realized that inside of it there was a television she immediately hug him, thanking him in every language she knew.  «Oh, honey, mulţumesc! I knew you would open up to modernity sooner or later!». Stefan laughed at himself, knowing fully well that Vladimir would complain for the device –but he didn’t care, in the end it wasn’t something important, merely something more than furniture.

«Shall we install it, my dear?» he asked, and she happily followed him inside the house.

Watching her man setting up the television all by himself, Alexandra sort of became emotional. She was deeply amazed by all he changes that Stefan had agreed to in order to live better together, the television being it only the smallest of them all.

Stefan noticed her looking at him and smirked. «Soon it will be ready, dear, no need to look impatient». Alexandra shook off his sarcasm. «Oh, do I look impatient now? That’s not at all what I feel». Stefan acknowledged that the discussion wasn’t going where he had expected it to go and simply decided to follow his mate. «How do you feel, then?» he asked. Her eyes never left him when she pondered for a minute what adjective might describe her feeling the best.

«I feel invincible» she stated, looking at her mate right in the eyes. Stefan held that gaze and started to approach her, holding her in his arms. «Is that so?» he wondered. She nodded and they shared a kiss, a long and passionate one. «You make me feel invincible» she specified, and at those words Stefan picked her up and only let her down on their bed.

Romanian coven kisses

Vladimir kisses Stefan

Stefan kisses Vladimir 

Your bio says requests are open, but Idk what kind of fics you write and I can't find any rules anywhere, so just ignore this request if it violates your rules or something. Could you do headcanons (or a short scenario, whichever you want) for Vladimir taking care of his human mate who is sick?

Vladimir would not understand the concept of a cold. He would eye you suspiciously and stay away for the first, let's say, 40 days. Just kidding, Ștefan would intervene and force him to attend to you, both because he cares about you and because he isn't too fond of sick humans, even if he knows vampires are safe.

Once Vladimir decides to help you, he does some extensive research on medicines and other remedies. He is amazed and taken aback by the ability of human doctors to cure illnesses.

This new-found faith in humanity leads to Vladimir not accepting the fact that there is no cure for the common cold.

If his mate had the common cold, may the gods help them. Vladimir will literally do anything to relieve their discomfort.

He will run to the chemist's and buy some drugs, then to the supermarket. He will ask every and each store clerk what they would buy for a sick loved one. In the end he will purchase some vegetables, fruits, tea and a new cozy blanket.

He would put the fire pit to use and cuddle with you while keeping you occupied, reading to you ancient stories or telling you anecdotes about his time as a king/emperor.

Their mate would love this because of the warmth of the fire but also the coldness of his chest. Cuddling with a vampire in front of the fire is like the most perfect of the cuddling scenarios.

If his mate has something more serious than the common cold, then Vladimir would force them to go to the best doctors in the country. He would bring along Ștefan, the designated driver.

He is very caring and loving and patient. He would stay by your side all the time until you fell better.

He would drop some hints about how awesome immortality is, and his mte would shot him a dark glare at first, but then they would slowly warm up to the idea.

Vladimir has lived through wars and other horrors, so he isn't afraid of the gross aspects of being sick. He would let you rest while he happily cleans. And this is coming from a former king/emperor, so it's a very big thing.

He would shower you with gifts. Simple things yet very delicate and effective, like a bath bomb of your favorite scent to make you look forward to bath time, or a snack of your liking to make you start eating normal again.

What do you like about Vladimir and Stefan?

The pure fuckery.

Their aesthetic. Dark and abandoned castle and fake leather? Count me in.

The fact that they're Romanian! I love România, I lived there for a while and I miss it.

Their tragic backstories.

The dark-haired and light-haired duo dynamic.

They're fallen kings/emperors! Just imagine how daily life is for them!!!! Also, imagine how interesting their stories are.

VLADIMIR HEADCANONS PLS

So, I kinda cheated because I said that requests were closed so that I could get back on the old ones, but honestly this headcanons just came to me. Naughty anon successfully tempted me!

For the last couple of months, he's let his hair grow out and just loves it when Ștefan braids or styles it.

At first, he wasn't fond of the nomadic lifestyle, because he understandably missed all the comforts his previous life as a king/emperor gave him.

He l o v e s swimming, especially in natural lakes.

Has a beautiful singing voice, he is constantly humming under his breath.

Sometimes he eats human food, even if it does weird things to his vampire body.

He's fluent in pretty much all the European languages.

At first he wasn't fond of the nomadic lifestyle, because he missed of the comforts his previous life as a king/emperor offered him. Slowly, Ștefan made him look on the bright side of the situation: they get to explore marvelous places, meet all kinds of people and even have a certain freedom.

He befriended Demetri. Well, half seduced him and half befriended him. Now every time the tracker "hunts them down", they all have a great time partying and hunting.

He likes music and he loves dancing. His favorite partner of all times is Ștefan; once he joked that he was glad Ștefan survived the wars because he could never survive without his dancing partner.

He likes sitting at those little tables in the streets.

He supports Ștefan no matter what, and is 100% commited to him. He's also very protective of the brunette.

He's a very good kisser. And like, the king of cuddles, even if he doesn't flaunt it.

Has a weird moral compass: he's not a vegetarian vampires because he doesn't have the heart to kill "those poor animals".

Speaks Ștefan's dialect solely to please him.

Likes to lay in meadows.

Thanks to Demetri, he wears clothes that suits him well and he's aware of that. Nonetheless, every and each time someone compliments him, he giggles and turns away.

He's hypnotized by fire, from small candles to bonfires.

He's a great storyteller but literally never mentions the Great Fall™, if not for some vague and non important details.

Surprisingly, he knows how to drive.

Sometimes, on Date Night™ he wears eyeliner.

He would never admit it, but he wants to enjoy life with Ștefan more than he wants to go back to his position as a king/emperor.

What's the dumbest thing stefan has ever done?

Politically speaking, not booby trapping the Volturi's castle while they were away in America.

Non politically speaking, he once poured pink dye in Vladimir's shampoo. Luckily, he has a scar to remind him of not making the same mistake.

A little domestic scene

[Vladimir x Ștefan]

Vladimir is reading peacefully on his armchair when he eyes Ștefan entering the room. The brunette has a weird smirk in his face, so Vladimir looks at him with suspicious growing inside of him.

"Vladimir..." Ștefan calls, in a playful tone.

"Yes?" the blond responds tentatively. Only when Ștefan takes a few steps forward, he notices that he hides his hands behind his back. He also noticed that Ștefan isn't smirking, but smiling.

The brunette gracefully takes a seat on the armrest. Out of the blue, he hands Vladimir a mysterious package, wrapped in elegant matte black paper.

Vladimir gasps a little but Ștefan plants a kiss on his forehead. "Don't worry, you didn't forget any anniversary. I just felt like spoiling you". Vladimir shakes his head but still looks for his boyfriend's lips; Ștefan, though, motions for him to open up his gift.

Carefully, Vladimir unwraps the paper and he can only get a glimpse of some cloth before Ștefan grabs it. He motions for Vladimir to stand up. "It's a raincoat, try it on!" he says, already reaching for Vladimir's arm, who is now smiling at him.

Once he has it on, Ștefan takes a few steps back to admire him. He nods approvingly, his mouth half open and his eyes sparking a certain happiness.

Vladimir giggles a bit, embarrassed by the sudden attention, and looks at his gift. "It's a beautiful colour" he comments, trying to keep a casual conversation. The raincoat was a shiny, dark blue. "Like the sky after a storm or something stupid and trivial like that" Vladimir thinks.

Now he's certain Ștefan is smirking. "I knew you would notice. It's how I imagine your eyes when you were human" he explains. Vladimir stiffens and turns his attention to him.

Ștefan quickly hurries over to him, and undoes the zipper and slides the raincoat off. Vladimir is confused and feels like he's said something wrong, but Ștefan turns the raincoat inside out, revealing a deep and rich burgundy. Once again, he helps Vladimir wearing it.

"But I have to say, I like you better with red eyes" Ștefan whispers, and Vladimir smiles just before pulling him into a loving kiss. He can feel Ștefan caressing his hair, his neck, his back; he perceives his thick clothes under his fingertips.

After a while, Ștefan takes again a few steps back, just to admire how well the raincoat suits his man. He has spent quite some time looking for the exact some red, and finally Vladimir's gorgeous eyes have their match.

Vladimir smiles at him, then he undoes his hair, letting the locks of white hair fall on his shoulder. He then goes back to his place on the armchair and motions to Ștefan to come forward.

The brunette certainly doesn't need a formal invite and takes his place on Vladimir's lap in a matter of milliseconds. He places a few kissed on his cheek, then on his neck.

The blond smiles. "Thank you for the gift" he purrs right into Ștefan's ear "how can I repay you?". The brunette smirks. "I can think of a few things" he replies, with a throaty chuckle.

Semi-silly Ștefan headcanons

Likes to walk barefoot.

Loves hiking, especially with Vladimir even if he complains the moment the hike gets 0.001% more difficult.

Can name each and every flower, tree and animal that can be found in Europe. Sometimes he makes some sort of herbal tea.

Has curly shiny hair. He likes wearing flower crowns, but that only happened a few times.

Exclusively speaks in a strict and forgotten dialect. He can however understand most languages spoken in Europe.

Learned how to drive from Vladimir.

Loves dogs and horses. He loves going on lengthy rides with Vladimir, in the woods of România.

Loves cuddling with Vladimir while stargazing or in front of a bonfire.

Silly AU #1

Imagine if Vladimir and Ștefan focused on living their best life instead of relentlessly perusing their vengeance against the Volturi.

[Vladimir x Ștefan]

Vladimir works as a ghost writer for a History magazine. His lengthy articles are extremely detailed and accurate.

Ștefan somehow works as a Natural Science professor at a local university. Every student wants to enroll in his courses because he's the funny, easy-going and relaxed professor.

Sometimes Ștefan's students spot him around town on his red convertible. They also spot the professor's Mysterious Boyfriend™, who hides behind his long white hair and sunglasses.

They live in a pretty loft that has a magnificent view of the city below them. Each night they spend some time looking at the city bustling and have a toast.

I just want Vladimir and Ștefan to be happy 😭😭😭

Vladimir with human girl headcannons please and thanks? 💞☺️

It takes this vampire forever to admit that he has feelings for a human.

He's forgotten everything about humans, from the fact that they have to sit from time to time to the fact that need to eat regularly and not once in a fortnight.

He's lived isolated for a long time, but still tries his best to update his skills.

"Hey Y/N, what is woke and how do I get it?"

Would 100% love it when his human mate buys him clothes. He loves the soft fabrics like wool and flannel, but wears things like jeans because he saw just how much his girlfriend loves it.

He would shower the girl with gifts, with no apparent reason other than "I saw, it reminded me of you/how much I love you, so I got it for you".

Tries to keep the relationship secret to protect her from the Volturi.

Ștefan is the official Third Wheel™.

The human girl would get a flat for the two three of them, not far from one of their semi-abandoned castles. Vladimir decorates it with trinkets from his life and she absolutely adores it.

He wants to turn her as soon as the relationship gets serious. She asks him to wait but a few months later, when she's sitting in am armchair in front of the fire pit with the syntomps of the flu, he kneels in front of her and begs her to let him change her.

"I've never begged in my entire life, yet here I am. I don't want to lose you, and you deserve to be happy. Let me change you".