Ikemen Vampire One-Shots/Scenarios

The Emperor's Daughter in Wonderland

This fic is a crossover between Ikemen Vampire and Ikemen Revolution. It was based off a post that I can across on Tumblr and took it upon myself to write it. Basically the Reader/MC is the daughter of one of the residents (Napoleon) who finds herself in Wonderland after going on a trip to London.

From there, it all went down hill.

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Call it what you'd like, Napoleon could tell something was going to happen.

Maybe it was just his protective fatherly side coming out for all to see, she is the only remaining family member he has left, his wife (her mother) gone along with his human life, but the ex-emperor knows better.

It's a gut feeling, something will happen.

The screech of Jupiter, who sat perched on a tree branch not too far away, alerted him that someone was coming. Looking over his shoulder towards the entrance of the mansion, out walked his daughter, satchel and coat in hand, a smile on her face.

"Finished saying goodbye?" Napoleon asked, stepping back from the horse he was petting. (Y/N) nodded, attaching the bag to the saddle of the horse.

"Yeah. Supposedly they're all going to miss me? I don't know why though. Even old man Leo said something about how 'the passerotta is finally leaving the nest'." she sighed, exasperated at the nickname the renaissance man used.

"What have I told you about calling him that?" Her father asked, raising a brow. She turned from the animal to face him.

"To not to?" Napoleon nodded.

"Right."

"So I can call Comte 'old man' but not Leo?" she asked, raising a brow.

"Exactly." he smirked and she couldn't help but sigh again, shaking her head.

"You don't make sense sometimes you know that?" Chuckling, Napoleon mussed up her hair, his way of showing her affection. It wasn't as jovial as it usually was though, or relaxed for that matter, and (Y/N) picked up on it quickly.

"Stop worrying. Remember, I had you and Uncle Jean teach me how to protect myself. Nothing is going to happen to me..." her attempt to ease her father's anxieties didn't go unnoticed, but it also didn't help that much.

"I'd feel better if you brought your rapier..."

"I would, really, but I don't think the townspeople would take too kindly to me having it. It doesn't help that I'm a woman either, because, you know..."

"I know... Just, be careful" Had it not been for the way his jade green eyes stared at her, waiting for her to promise that she'd come home in one piece, (Y/N) may have laughed at the way he was acting. It was uncommon to see this underlining anxiousness in his expression. Usually when she was going out he was laid back, dropping the parting words of 'be safe' before going on as usual It sounded a little cold but he trusted in her to make the right choices.

But this time he told her to be careful. Not safe, careful. In a roundabout way it was a sign that he cared and worried for her and didn't want anything to harm her.

It also showed that something really had him on edge about her trip to London. The best thing to do though is to give him what he wants, which is reassurance.

"I'm only getting ink for Uncle Arthur, but if it eases your mind, I promise to be careful."

"Thank you." he mumbled, "Do you have enough Rouge?"

"What did I say about not worrying?" The look he gave her told her to just tell him, "Oui, I do. I even packed more than needed just in case. You never know when your thirst can suddenly be stronger than usual."