i'm cooking up a weird little video and while compiling some clips i found a silly little detail
right before turning to push off the cart, mimic BLINKS!!! in the funkiest, cutest way ever like look at it blink look at him! !!,!!!!
this extremely small detail is making me jump on the walls i love it so much aarh/&&¤/(;;:,..!??!?!??+
67 notes
·
View notes
Heaven & Earth
Vanitas x Reader
Fluff/Comfort
Flash Fiction
A/N: I had an idea and ran with it. No editing here. Just pure brainrot.
---
Contrary to what the muses, musicians and playwrights of the new world would have you believe.
Love is a choice.
It's not chemicals. It is not magic or some godsent miracle.
Love is a choice. Every step of the way.
Loving Vanitas is not an easy task. Aside from avoiding human authorities so that you are not staked in the middle of town, it's a close second. Because there are times you will look upon his face and your heart may die slowly, just as he does.
But at the end of the day, you choose.
You chose to leave your family behind, along with your home. You chose to set roots in this pecular city of blue skies and blooming flowers. So that he would never go a day without knowing companionship.
Of course, nowadays, Noé is by his side and they work wonderfully together. You smile fondly at their bickering on the off day you return from work and they're hanging around the café. There's Dominique, Jeanne, and Luca as well. All welcome friendships that you'd have never expected along this path.
And you are grateful. Endlessly grateful that Vanitas will never be alone in grief again. He is supported. He is loved.
But there are still those off days. The low days. When you return from a long day of work, your feet aching and your body begging for the sweet embrace of your soft bed. You retire to bed alone, dosing away without a second thought. That is until sharp tapping takes you from your dreams and you find him at your window.
You stumble out of bed and unlatch the window, with a huge yawn, you open your arms to embrace him.
He's tired. Beaten up, but fortunately not drenched in blood. You can only imagine how badly Noé must look. But all you can manage your attention on is your beloved. This brilliant, broken man.
"Good evening, doctor." You give him a warm smile as always, "How was your appointment today?" He grunts as you help him slip off his jacket. There's tears in the fabric. A problem for tomorrow.
You can see how tense he is. He can barely hold it together for much longer. You simply hum and carefully slip his gloves off, can't have those pricking your already sore back.
You gently cup his face, getting a closer look at the plum colored bruise on his cheek. Your thumb brushes over, feeling grit his teeth, before avoiding it altogether. Then you pull him to you and your incredibly welcoming bed. It was already warmed by you and waiting for the two of you to return.
He can't help but follow your drowsy smile and gentle hands. The weight he kept on his shoulders fell away and the pain in his body, he embraced. Just as you welcomed him.
"Come."
You situate yourselves in your blankets. He slips his arms around you and pulls you into a warm embrace. Just as well, you forgot to close the window behind him.
With another yawn, you snuggle closer.
"Tell me everything."
147 notes
·
View notes