Vampire men are ruining my life

Requests:

Midnight snack (Cassandros and reader)

Head cannons: (Everyone.) 

General.

Dancing.

Sleeping.

Disturbed sleep.

Disturbed sleep 2.

The Lord comforting his sons and vice versa. 

Sweater weather. 

Escaping the lord.

Readers birthday.

Someone who’s just as violent. 

Under the mistletoe.

Being called their little meow meow.

Reaction to the reader killing Ethan.

How they taste.

Lord Dimitrescu:

Dimitrescu and his s/o.

Dimitrescu comforting s/o.

Kiths 😳

Reader comforting the Lord when he gets jealous.

Dimitrescu with a transmasc reader. 

Dimitrescu with a transmasc who wears dresses and skirts.

Dimitrescu in a pillow fort.

Comforting a sick reader.

Reaction to being called adorable. 

Reaction to reader having a panic attack.

Panic attack follow up.

With an artist reader. 

Dimitrescu in his youth.

His s/o having a nice chat with Heisenberg. 

His s/o being a bad influence on Karla.

With a pregnant s/o. 

Cute nickname.

Surprise kiths 😳

Gremlin reader. 

Lord wearing a corset. 

Singing servant. 

How often does he cry.

With a motherly s/o.

s/o in a panic.

Dimitrescu as a yandere.

Reader stuck in a time loop.

With a reader who has Tourette's. 

Reader has a lot of scars.

Giving the people what they want🔞🔞😫😫😳😳💦💦 

Dimitrescu falling for his guest.

Yandere! Dimitrescu with a pregnant reader.

Belmont, Cassandros, and Daniel:

Death by Carameldansen.

The sons getting close to the reader.

The sons falling for the reader.

Belmont Dimitrescu:

Belmont and his pranks.

Belmont and his pranks part 2 electric boogaloo.

Belmont and his s/o.

Cassandros Dimitrescu:

Dimitrescu comforting Cassandros.

Cassandros head cannons.

Cassandros and his s/o playing with sparklers.

Cassandros and his s/o.

Cassandros being hungry.

Cassandros with a tease s/o.

Daniel Dimitrescu:

Daniel and his s/o.

Daniel in a pillow fort.

Amazing art:

Art inspired by chapter 1.

Reader and Daniel.

Cool Resident evil oc.

Dimitrescu in a bathing suit.

The Dimitrescu family can feel heat, sure, but they don’t produce it. When body temperature isn’t one of the vital things keeping you alive, sometimes you forget it’s a necessity. For the first few times they placed a hand on the guest they were gently reminded of that fact.

I feel like the reader would become a personal heated blanket for the brothers. They enjoy having something they can smuggle up with that won’t turn tail and run at the best opportunity. I feel like they would enjoy resting against their chest listening to the thumping beat of their heart. They find comfort in the rhymical sound, and excitement when the pace quickens. 

The Lord feels the same. It is not often he thinks back to before all of this, but there are some human qualities that are sorely missed. The warmth of another is one of those lost comforts. Maybe he gives them a few more fleeting touches, lingering holds, and more excuses to be close to them. 

Belmont, Cassandros, and Daniel admire from the dance floor, moving their bodies in tune with the melody. They bow to each other, taking their turns on the dance floor. If the Lord taught his sons anything, it was how to move in a respectable manner. But they step on each others feet, albeit intentionally. 

The reader moves effortlessly across the ballroom floor dressed in the finest threads the village has to offer. An outfit from Albin's recommendation. It decorates the readers frame perfectly, highlight all their best qualities. The Son’s match the quality of dress, donning themselves in suits rather than cloaks. 

The guest is passed around the family members like an ornate ornament. Each taking turns to gracefully lead them into the arms of another. Belmont takes the lead, wanting to show off the guest to his brothers. He’s practiced this routine many times, and performs it flawlessly. Cassandros keeps the reader on their feet, watching closely for any mistakes. One wrong move and they’ll never hear the end of it. Daniel is far more forging, wanting nothing more than to have the guest in his arms. He is satisfied with that, even if he does move in closer. 

But the final dance is reserved the Lord. When the moon lowers, and the midnight dew falls upon the morning, is the perfect time to ask for a dance. He dips and sways them every which way, taking care to accommodate for the size difference. Truly, it is a blissful night to remember. 

Of course, everyone is giving them strange looks. And not just because the son’s look like every teenagers vampire wet dream. It’s because there’s an almost ten foot tall man trying to get through the door which keep closing on him.

Dimitrescu is the only one actually helping his s/o find what they need, which comes in handy when you are a very tall man. He can scan the aisles and find whatever you’re looking for quickly. Just go straight and take the fourth turn on your right. It’s deliciously efficient.

I can definitely see Cassandros and Daniel messing about with the trollies as Belmont tries to track them down. Daniel sitting in the vehicle as Cassandros pushes him around, causing havoc in the dairy section and chaos by the pet food. Security can’t catch them, least they be swarmed by hundreds of flies. Even the Karen's tremble in fear of the though of bugs ruining their latest bad haircut. The Lord doesn’t stop them, he lets his sons have fun. The s/o has to tell them to stop.

He has to sit the reader down in his office and ask ‘What are you intensions with my son?’

Daniel is Dimitresu’s youngest, and because of youngest child syndrome, he is quite protective when it comes to love interests. Picky too. He has to be sure they are worthy of inheriting the Dimitrescu family title. And if Daniel is really hellbent on an old-fashioned courtship, then the reader will have to beg the father for permission.   

Now, the reader may not be trying to court his son, but these letters are painting a fine picture of Daniel being smitten with the intension of pursuing them.  Young love, some would call it a fools gambit. Of course his son could do no harm. No, you are the problem. And the solution. 

Picture this: A delightful night under the stars, the ruckus of the day far behind you, and the uncertainty of the night slips in. The reader has brought Daniel to a secluded area of the greenhouse, away from pestering family members, where the two of them can be alone. 

They sit on a white bench coated in wild roses and there in the serine setting produce to him a handful of handmade poems. Each one unique, each one tailored for him, each one revealing their open heart to him. 

Daniel would be stunned for a bit after. It’s not anything bad, he just didn’t think a confession could be this perfect. A scene like this is only something he could dream of, it’s strange to see it played out in real life. Something clicks in his brain and he throws himself at the reader, peppering them in sweet kisses. 

Honestly after that it would be hard for Daniel to keep his mind off anything. He’ll be gushing about it to his brothers, re-enacting that faithful moment in his mind. The memory being so impactful it glued itself to his eyelids. 

Obviously they cannot know their guest’s birthday without them telling. I don’t think they would even ask, the concept of celebrating being completely forgotten by time. So no News Years party, Valentines, or St. Patricks. It would be up to the guest to let them know.

It has been quite a while since any of them celebrated anything really. Dimitrescu is the one who keeps track of the date, whilst the sons are happy to go about their lives never needing to. There is no need to fret about this day being forgotten, Albin will make a personal note of it.

Dimitrescu is in charge of pretty much everything. It’s not that he doesn’t trust his sons to plan, he just knows he can do a better job. Whatever the guest wants to do they will do. Whatever they want the day is theirs. Nothing is off the table... Well maybe not that far but you get the idea. It’s a shame knowing how forgetful people can be, so there is a lot to make up for.  

The sons try to have a hand in organisation. Try. I say this as their attempts to be involved are diminished. Belmont get’s close, actively getting involved with the process and offering advice. Daniel’s ideas are more centred on the guest, picking things he knows they would like. And everyone has to restrain Cassandros from handling the catering. He want’s to help, but please don’t eat anything he makes. 

Dimitrescu handles it well. The reader is not the first to take such a bold approach to him, and they won’t be the last. He will return the gesture with equal, if not more, enthusiasm. It becomes a game of sorts, who can fluster the other first? Be wary of the tension between these two, it will crackle and spark like a loose wire. The son’s groan whenever they see this. There is truly nothing worse than seeing your dad flirt.

Belmont is confused. He doesn’t truly understand the readers intention, even if they are good. Sure, he admits it is nice to have the attention. The little things such as always feeling a warm hand or the way their words make his heart flutter offer some comfort, but he still keeps his distance. 

Cassandros is delighted. Finally, someone who can match his energy. The reader will have fun with this one. He enjoys seeing his family members getting flustered by the little touches and sincere words. Although that is a double-edged sword. When the reader turns their attention to him, he is quick to loose his composure.