Vylad x Gender Neutral Reader
The basics [(Y/N), (E/C), etc.] and:
(F/F) = Favourite Food
AAAAAH LOVEY-DOVEY STUFF IS HARD
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How would you describe the past week of your life?
Hectic. Busy. Loud.
Sure, when you and your boyfriend, Vylad, decided to go visit his family, it seemed like a great idea. But when you have Garte on loud business calls constantly, Zianna blasting Beyoncé wherever she went (you do love Beyoncé, it just got too extreme), Zane glaring daggers into every everyone, and Garroth's habit of breaking down doors... you become overwhelmed. Not to mention, Zianna took everyone on a family trip so often that you and Vylad barely spent time together!
"Ugh." You faceplanted into the bed. "How did you live in that household for 18 years?!"
Vylad chuckled and sat next to you. "I learned meditation. It helped when things became too much."
"Well, my meditation is sleep." You rolled over onto your side. "You coming in bed with me?"
"Nah, I gotta do something. Sleep tight, (Y/N)." He kissed your nose.
And then you were out like a light. The glory of being in your own bed again.
You woke up later in the afternoon. The sun was starting to set, leaving an orange glow in the room. You took a deep breath and clasped your hands over your eyes. Someone's arms were wrapped around you. You looked over to see Vylad's sleepy face. Turning your body to face him, you squished his cheeks. He woke up almost immediately.
"Good evening, sleepy head," you hummed. "I thought you had to do something."
He moved in close until your noses were almost touching. "I gave up when I saw you asleep. You're cute, you know that right?"
"Oh? Am I cute? Then you must transcend cuteness."
"But you're a million times cuter than me."
You chuckled. "Alright, this is getting sappy." You rolled out of Vylad's arms and got out of bed. "I'm gonna make something to eat. What do you want?"
Vylad propped his head up with one hand. "Whatever you want. Hey, what about (F/F)?"
"Pff, sure. I'll act like you don't know any other food besides that." You started to walk to the door before Vylad called out.
"Wait, (Y/N)!" You looked at him. "You should keep your hair messy more. It makes you even more beautiful."
Your face heated. "Vylad, I swear." You picked at your hair in the mirror. "I can't let people see me unkempt."
"You're right. They'll find you too beautiful and try to take you away from me."
You spun around to face him. "Vylad!"
"(Y/N)!"
"Irene, you're gonna make me burn up with all these compliments." You slipped a clip into your hair. "What's going on?"
Vylad sat up. "Can't I admire you and how perfect you are?"
"I'm just saying, you're usually a lot more reserved." You pull out a sweater. "But it's not a bad thing." You pull the sweater over your head and walk to the kitchen.
You opened the fridge door and got out some eggs and milk. Just because it was late afternoon doesn't mean you can't eat breakfast. Vanilla, cinnamon, nutmeg, and white bread.
Vylad was at the corner of your eye, watching you cook. He leaned against the counter. "Whatcha making?"
"Food. We didn't have the ingredients for (F/F), so I'm making something else."
A couple eggs were cracked into a mixing bowl, along with little amounts of the spices and vanilla. You whisked them around until your arm ached, then put the skillet on the stove.
"French toast?"
"Mhmm. You can grab the powdered sugar to put on top." You dunked a slice of bread in the mixture.
"Why do I need sugar if you're already sweet enough?" Vylad teased. Your attention slipped and you pressed your fingers against the bottom of the skillet.
"(Y/N)!" Your boyfriend rushed forward and grabbed your hands.
"Ah, it's fine. Just need to put it under some water." You turned around and turned the sink on cold.
Vylad wrapped his arms around you. "I didn't mean to distract you," he said. "I'm sorry."
"Don't worry, hun." You laughed. "Looks like I really did burn up at all your compliments."
He stood up straight. "Alright, I'm banning you from the kitchen for the rest of the day!" He grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and led you out of the kitchen. "From now on, I make your food!" He handed you the ice pack.
"Vylad, hun." You frowned. "I can make my own food."
"I know you can, but you always make my food so I wanna return the favour."
You deadpanned. "The French toast is burning."
He ran back into the kitchen, salvaging the bread. You huffed and sat on the couch.
A few minutes later he returned, French toast on a plate. "Sorry."
"No no no, it's alright. At least you saved it." He sat next to you, leaning on your shoulder. You took a bite. "Tastes good, too."
"Not as--"
"Vylad no."
"--Good as pancakes."
"Oh."
"(Y/N), here." He took the fork from you and raised a bite to your mouth. "Open wide!"
You chuckled. "Am I in an anime?" You obliged and ate the French toast.
"Ha! Didn't think you would eat it." He kissed your cheek.
"You're treating me like a baby."
"Aw, you're not a baby!" He kissed your lips. "I wouldn't kiss a baby."
Your face flushed. "I wasn't prepared for that." Vylad smiled.
"Then I guess you won't be prepared for this." He kissed you again.
You laughed. "Okay, seriously Vylad, what's up? You've been acting different since we got home from your parents' place."
"Can't I just love you in peace?" He wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled his face into your neck. The blush on your face darkened.
"Vylad!"
"What?"
You slapped his arm. "Just tell me why you're acting weird."
"Because I missed you, (Y/N)."
"We've been together all week."
"I didn't mean that. I mean that we haven't been able to be alone all week."
"Aw, Vylad, you're such a sap." You pulled his head up and kissed him. "Unfortunately, I have to go to the grocery store. The milk expired while we were gone. But we'll continue this later, yeah?"
"Alright," Vylad grumbled. You pulled yourself away from him. You went back up to change quickly and then came back down just as fast.
"Bye, hun!" You waved at him.
"Bye, (Y/N)!" Then you shut the door.
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I am so sorry this is late. This is my first time doing something lovey-dovey and I had a bit of a problem with it.
I don't know why it was a good idea to start a romance book because I literally write TRAGEDIES where people DIE and romance gets broken up. Like a couple who were sweethearts since they were teens, married for over a hundred years with three young kids and another on the way? One of them gets to be MURDERED in front of their family.
How fun. 😂😂😂😂😂
Besides me being a sadist, I liked the prompt. Don't get to see a lot of Vylad. Speaking of which, it's really hard to write him because we don't see him much. Someone like Travis, for example, we see on a regular basis and has a similar personality to his MCD/MS counterpart. Vylad? Well...
He's an opposite of his counterpart. In MCD he's cut off his emotions from being a shadow knight. In MS he is very cheery and... is not seen most of the time. He's probably with Laurance in the no-show land.
Reminder to vote if you enjoyed it, comment if you want to, and follow if you want to stalk me.
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