#vanitas no carte fluff

[dervaaas]

Fluff roland fortis x reader where the reader loves it when her boyfriend (roland) picks her up and spins her around plz?

Roland is with a reader who likes it when a guy circles her

I feel like I messed everything up..

F!reader

The weather outside was wonderful, the long-awaited day should come very soon. The departed hunters should have already returned this week, at least that's what he wrote.

Reading his little letter, it would be simply unbearable to restrain myself from smiling, he will be back soon! In a few months, he will be with you again! It's so exciting that your hands start sweating and your heart is pounding many times more than usual.

The girl with all her happiness was simply unable not to be sanctified by this. Today she still needed to visit the market, and with such a mood, she could go to the field to pick flowers. Yes, that's exactly what she will do: she will buy the right products at the market, and then go to the field, maybe she will also collect flowers for sale, not only for herself.

The market, as always, was lively, there was nothing else to expect at this time. Many sellers who knew her offered new products that they had recently purchased or collected from their fields. In fact, this was a big plus, so she could save quite a lot of money when sellers made concessions.

Having bought everything she needed, the girl immediately went to her house, left her things, taking a basket with her, she went to a rather favorite field. Wildflowers have apparently bloomed for a long time, the same gourdon, iris, daisies and many others, and it could be seen with just one glance. The only remarkable thing is that they didn't care who they grew up with.

Slowly, the girls began to collect these flowers and put them in their basket. Over time, there were enough of them to come back and quickly sort out these flowers, and then go to the market and sell them. They certainly do not have any great importance, but they are simple and many people like them. Having collected the last bunch of gourdon, Y/N was about to leave when she was grabbed by the shoulder, without thinking for a long time, she turned on reflexes and hit the man in the face with flowers.

- Wow, I haven't been beaten with flowers yet, - a familiar voice laughed. The girl only looked at her abuser with a slight horror, and other hunters were standing behind him. A light sigh escapes her lips.

- Earlier, you arrived much earlier! - Putting the basket with flowers Y/N rushed into his arms with a death grip.

Roland laughed easily at her antics, fully understanding that she missed him just as much as he did. Picking her up in his arms, he began to circle her, even more when she grabbed him by the neck hugging.

- Well, not as sharply! - laughing a little, the girl did not cling to him even more. — The surprise is very good, but it's not good to lie, I could have crippled you.

— You can't, and if it were, I wouldn't mind. — The guy smiled even more, if the sun is just like him.

The whole idyll was watched by other hunters, who either looked with disgust, or just really touched by it. Someone was rolling. The same Marie and George, that no matter how Y/N said that it's not very good when he picks her up so unexpectedly, she still likes it and everyone sees it perfectly. According to them, she will definitely not leave him alone for the next week and will ask him to spin around. What about Roland? He's only happy about it.

[grelleswife]

Mochijun, drawing tarte tatin-induced Vanoe domestic bliss: I am going to make a panel background that is so kawaii.

[vanitas-no-carter-fanfics]

Reader asking Vanitas/Noé for a kiss

I would love to! It gonna be very fluffy so I hope that is okay :) -J -------------- --------------

Noé: (Name) had been had been together for some years now and the man was the most gentlest man she had ever met. He treated her with such delicacy and attentiveness, however he was unfortunately a little to oblivious at times.

Here they were. Winter on the iced over river that flowed was frozen solid. The towns people would host winter skating for the festive time of Christmas. Couples and family with friends were everywhere enjoying the ice skating and other winter games and stalls. (Name) had been wanting to go under the bridge where they had beautiful warm lights and mistletoe hanging under the bridge. It was where lots of couples gathered to share a kiss. (Name) went to grab her boyfriend's hand but found empty space. She looked around in surprise trying to find him. (Name) muttered a feel curses as she tried to look for her wondering boyfriend. By the time she found him he was he was holding some kind of object in his hands looking proud of what he bought or won. (Name) saw that happy proud face of his and her heart melted but she still had to question what on earth he had in his hands

"Noé... I love you and all but what on earth is in your hands?" she said clearly confused as she pointed at his hands "I don't know..." he said a little flatly but smiled a big smile with a tilt of his head "But isn't it neat? I got for you!" (Name) gave a slow nod as she held a smile on her face to not hurt his feelings in anyway "I... I love it!" she said grabbing this odd pink red statute of something "But you don't need you to buy me things Noè" The white haired vampire smiled as she inspected it. Not catching on her hesitant words as accepted his gift, "I want you to have a souvenir of our date! What's better than.... this thing!" he said happily "I would have been happy for just a kiss under the bridge" she laughed softly "But thank you Noè I do love it" He frowned a little before grabbing her head and leading her to the bridge where she wanted her kiss. He didn't understand why under the bridge but if (Name) wanted it then he would do it for her. "Why not have both" he said with a big smile as he looked back at her.

Vanitas: (Name) and Vanitas always had an odd relationship while they weren't publicly official the two were in a constant banter when together and the tension was always high. Their forward flirting often making their associates and companions rather uncomfortable. Tonight was no different.

The two were stumbling out of a bar after celebrating another investigation. They both needed some as they cackled; his hand around her waist as her arm draped over his shoulders as they struggled to walk a simple straight line. Reaching a railing to a view of the cars driving under the bridge they found themselves in. Taking a moment to enjoy the night breeze rustling their hair and kissing their warm skin that was flushed from the alcohol. Vanitas' eyes bore into hers as he watched (Name) take in the view of the world around them.

It was something he loved about her. While he hated all vampire and humans alike where his view on life and the world around him was a midnight blue and murky black, (Name) was the bright light that had him enamored by her. She was the opposite of him, his better half. She was the type of person who would stop to smell the flowers, to stop and look at stare at the clouds. Since meeting her and falling deeply for her he found himself change-- and no he didn't stop to smell the flowers or to look at the clouds. In fact he change in the way that he found himself taking in the view that was (Name).

"Look at this view" (Name) said mentioning to the starlight that was painted in the sky "isn't it beautiful" Vanitas tore his gaze from her to look at the night sky that had capture her attention. "It's okay I suppose" he muttered. As he glanced down at her, she was staring at him with a soft expression that had him feeling things he never thought he would feel. Their eyes locking on one another as the wind and cool air danced around them "What?" he asked so softly. She was silent as she took the time to memorise his face; the way his hair flowed, his blue eyes that held so much mystery and pain that all she wanted to do was to hold him tight, his lips that she wanted to press heavy against her own. There was no doubt that he noticed the way her eyes had searched his eyes before dropping to his lips, it made his usually loud mind to be silenced in an instant in a calm state.

"Please kiss me" (Name) said ever so softly into the air.

[seonne]

I racked my brain trying to come up with post ideas and this one suddenly struck me.

Send me your favourite songs + character and I'll make a story out of it based on the song!

I might make it into a series if enough people send their songs.

Characters can be from the listed;

My Hero Academia

Haikyu

Assassination Classroom

Wind Breaker

Apothecary Diaries

Demon Slayer

Bungo Stray Dogs

Case Study of Vanitas

[skkfujoshi]

My soul would evaporate if this happened

Vanitas and Noe sitting on the roof at night looking up at a rare blue moon.Well…Noe’s looking at it,Vanitas is reading.

It was Noe’s idea and Vanitas,annoyed and getting chilly asks: “What do you like so much about the dumb thing anyway!?”

Noe laughs and says “I don’t know…I just always found it pretty,I guess.Makes everything look more peaceful,don’t you think?”

And he looks up from his book to argue only to see Noe leaning back ,serene and eyes closed,the light making his hair almost shine.

He promptly buries his face back into the book and figures maybe that assertion isn’t totally ridiculous.

[missnancywritesfanfic]

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.

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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."

[vermilionsun]

Rating: General Audiences Fandom: Vanitas No Carte Categories: M/M Relationships: Noe Archiviste/Vanitas Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Love confessions, Crying, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, both are in love but neither want to admit it (spoiler: they end up doing exactly that).

As the semester at college went on, the tension between Noé and Vanitas only seemed to grow. They danced around each other, their feelings bubbling just beneath the surface. Noé would catch Vanitas staring at him at random, only to quickly look away when their eyes met. And Noé would go out of his way to help Vanitas with his assignments, his touch lingering just a little too long. Their actions spoke louder than words, it was clear to everyone around them that they were in love, but neither wanted to be the first to admit it.

The tension finally reached its breaking point during a late-night study session in their shared dorm.

As they sat across from each other, books and papers strewn about the table, the air crackled with unspoken words. Noé finally mustered up the courage to break the silence. "Vanitas, I… I feel we must discuss this."

Vanitas looked up, his eyes barely wide with surprise but with a hint of hope. "About what, Noé?" he replied, his voice equally soft.

Noé took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. "About us. About how we feel about each other." The words hung in the air, heavy and full of emotion.

Calmly, Vanitas got up and walked away, his small smile never fluttering. "Non," he replied. "I don't think we need to talk about it."

He turned his back to Noé, his shoulders tense. Panic surged through Noé's heart, his mind filled with doubts about whether he had erred by voicing his feelings. But he couldn't let this moment pass without clarity, without understanding where they stood with each other. Taking a step forward, he reached out to grab Vanitas's arm, barely missing. "Vanitas… don't shut me out. I need to know how you feel."

Vanitas turned to face him, his expression unreadable. "Noé, you know I care for you. But this… this is too complicated."

Noé felt a wave of disappointment wash over him, but he refused to give up. "Complicated or not, we need to address it. We can't keep ignoring our feelings."

Vanitas let out a heavy sigh, frustration evident in the way his fingers raked through his dark, disheveled hair, a mix of emotions clouding his expression. "Will you cut it out already?"

"I can't just ignore everything that's happened between us." Noé insisted, his voice tinged with desperation.

"There's nothing to address," Vanitas repeated after a moment as he took another step away, his hands curling into fists as he clenched his eyes shut. "I feel nothing."

Noé felt a punch to his gut, and his throat ached as he struggled to breathe. "You can't honestly tell me that," Noé said, his voice quaking a little. "You must be kidding, right?"

"You think I can't tell?" Noé spoke up. "You're standing here acting as if you don't have a care in the world, but I know that's not true."

"How would you know?" Vanitas asked, his tone curt as he kept his hands clasped together.

"Because I've seen the way you look at me when you think no one is watching," Noé replied, his voice filled with a mixture of hurt and frustration. "I've seen the way your eyes light up and the way your smile reaches your eyes. You may try to hide it, but you can't fool me, Vanitas. I know you feel something. So don't tell me there's nothing to address."

Vanitas fell silent, his back turned to Noé, a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts racing through his mind as he struggled to find the right words. Noé could see his shoulders tremble ever so slightly.

"You know very well that I'm not like you," he said in an even tone, his voice seemingly lacking emotion. Noé could hear a slight quiver in the man's voice, though he still refused to turn around to face him. "I have my reasons for keeping my distance, Noé. It's better this way," Vanitas finally whispered, his voice cracking slightly, betraying the vulnerability he tried to conceal.

With that, Vanitas turned and walked out the door, heading first into the pouring rain.

Noé stood frozen in the doorway, watching as the rain poured down on Vanitas, his heart aching at the sight of the person he cared for so deeply in pain. Without a second thought, he ran out into the rain after him, calling out his name as he tried to catch up. Vanitas didn't stop; he didn't even turn around, but Noé could see the tears mingling with the rain on his face, and it broke his heart even more. He reached out and grabbed Vanitas' arm, forcing him to turn and face him, the emotions swirling in both of their eyes as they stood there, drenched and vulnerable.

"You're wrong," Noé said softly. Noé held his gaze for a few more moments, before pulling Vanitas into a tight embrace.

"What are you doing?” Vanitas' arms went limp at his sides as he tensed up, not used to physical contact. "Let…go," he murmured, his voice coming through a tight throat as he struggled to free himself from Noé’s grip. Noé, however, stayed put, and in return, Vanitas gripped at the collar of the other man's shirt. Vanitas' body began to tremble, despite his efforts to remain calm.

"You are bad-tempered. You always do whatever you want, arbitrarily. You don’t care whether you get hurt, but you can’t bear others getting hurt for your sake, and you try to isolate yourself by pushing everyone away. You are not like me; that much is true, but you're just as foolish!" Noé whispered, feeling Vanitas tremble in his arms.

Vanitas knew he couldn’t push him away. No, he didn’t want to push him away. His mind screamed at him, telling him how foolish he was, while his heart craved for more.

They stood frozen, the only sound being the quiet rhythm of their breaths. The rain continued to pour down around them, but in that moment, all that mattered was the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air between them. Vanitas finally broke the silence, his voice strained and barely above a whisper.

"Why…" He swallowed and tried to compose himself, "Why do you continue to be so persistent?"

"Because I love you, damn it!"

"W-what…?" He managed to sputter out, even as his own arms wrapped around the other man, gripping tightly at his shoulders. His chest rose and fell with deep breaths, inhaling Noé's prominent vanila and amber perfume. "Love.. Me…?"

"Yes, I love you," Noé repeated, his voice steady and sure. The rain cascaded around them, its gentle patter blending with the thundering beats of their hearts, creating a symphony of emotions in the downpour. A warmth engulfed Vanitas's chest, shattering the walls around his buried emotions, unleashing a flood of realization he had suppressed for so long. Tears welled up in his eyes as he finally allowed himself to believe in the possibility of love.

"Damn it…" he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the rain and filled with raw emotion that Noé had never heard before. And in that moment, as they stood there in the downpour, their hearts finally spoke the words that had been left unspoken for far too long.

Noé reached out and gently wiped away Vanitas's tears, a soft smile playing on his lips. "I've been wanting to tell you how I feel for so long, but I was afraid of losing you." Noé said softly, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"I'm not going anywhere," Vanitas whispered, taking Noé's hand in his own. "I love you too." And in that moment, as they stood there in the rain, their hearts finally united in a bond that could never be broken.

[cyyyyanity]

Fic Excerpt - The Bloody Puppet

Read full fic on AO3 (here)

He doesn't remember when everything begins to blur together. The scarlet moon hangs above in all its radiance, lighting up everything it's light touches in a red hue. It's bright, both from the headache it induces and the crimson seeping into his clothes that it lights up and enhances the color. It is bright in contrast to his fair skin that it stains as well. The blood of a vampire ignites in bright valor and color underneath the bright red moon. The crimson seeps into everything it touches; clothing and skin, stained in the ichor that touches his face and slips into the curves of his neck. Eyelashes flutter as do his closed eyelids as the world is drowned out. "-oé." The sound rings in his ears like a chorus. It is a twisted melody that he tries to grasp. It's familiar in a way he can't discern. "Noé!" The yell of his name has his eyelids fluttering open. Recognition comes to Noé suddenly as his mind begins to run again. With vision blurred and mind foggy, he stares openly at brilliant blue that comes into view. That's right. Memories come back to him suddenly, crashing into him in violent waves as he recalls how he came to be in this predicament.

[ch1biko]

Snow angel ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ̀

(ғʟᴜғғ?)

ᴄʜʀɪsᴛᴍᴀs sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ

ᴀs s/ᴏ ɪɴᴠɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴠᴀɴɪᴛᴀs ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ, ʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴄʟɪɴᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ғɪʀsᴛ ʙᴜᴛ sᴇᴇɪɴɢ s/ᴏ's ᴘʟᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ғᴀᴄᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴇ sᴀʏ ɴᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ғᴀᴄᴇ?

ʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴏᴜsᴛɪᴅᴇ ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴛʀɪᴘʟᴇ sᴡᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴀᴄᴋᴇᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs sᴛɪʟʟ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴀs ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs sʜɪᴠᴇʀɪɴɢ.

"ʜᴏᴡ ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇʀɪᴏᴜsʟʏ sᴛɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴛʀɪᴘʟᴇ sᴡᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴀᴄᴋᴇᴛs?" s/ᴏ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴠᴀɴɪᴛᴀs ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀs sʜɪᴠᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴀs ʜᴇʟʟ

"ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ, ᴍᴏɴ ᴀᴍᴏᴜʀ" ᴠᴀɴɪᴛᴀs sʜɪᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ, s/ᴏ sɪɢʜᴇᴅ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴀ sɴᴏᴡʙᴀʟʟ ᴀᴛ ᴠᴀɴɪᴛᴀs's ғᴀᴄᴇ

"ᴏɪ! ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ'ᴍ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ ᴀ sɴᴏᴡʙᴀʟʟ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ!" ᴠᴀɴɪᴛᴀs ᴛʜʀᴇᴡ ᴀ ʙɪɢɢᴇʀ sɴᴏᴡʙᴀʟʟ ᴀᴛ s/ᴏ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ғᴀʟʟ ʙᴀᴄᴋ

s/ᴏ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴇᴅ, "ʟᴇᴛ's ᴍᴀᴋᴇ sɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴɢᴇʟs!" ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴀɪᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴀʀᴍs ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇɢs ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ

"ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏ ɪ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ, ᴀ sɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ sᴇᴇ ᴀ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ɪɴ ғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴍᴇ~?" ᴠᴀɴɪᴛᴀs sᴍɪʀᴋᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀᴛ s/ᴏ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀᴏᴏɴ

"ᴛᴀ-ᴅᴀ!" s/ᴏ ᴛʜᴇɴ ɢᴏᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ sᴀᴡ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ sɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ "ᴄᴏᴏʟ, ɪsɴ'ᴛ ɪᴛ?"

"ʟᴇᴛs ɢᴏ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ɴᴏᴡ! ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴄᴜᴅᴅʟᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀʀᴍ ᴋɪssᴇs!" ᴠᴀɴɪᴛᴀs ʜᴜɢɢᴇᴅ s/ᴏ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛɪɢʜᴛʟʏ

"ғɪɴᴇ, ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ʙᴜᴢᴢ ᴋɪʟʟ." s/ᴏ sɪɢʜᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʙᴏʀᴇᴅᴏᴍ

ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴏʟᴇᴅ ᴏғғ, ᴠᴀɴɪᴛᴀs ᴄᴜᴅᴅʟɪɴɢ s/ᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ

(ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ!)

[sunshine-burnt]

I'm Not Glass, My Dear

Summary:

"Je ne suis pas verre, mon cher."

Or in which Vanitas does not want to be treated like glass. Or or in which Noé ensures his partner that he does not pity him.

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Vanitas was sharp like the metal of his knives.

He was strong like tungsten and brilliant like silver glinting beneath the sunlight. Moreover, the man was powerful, as powerful as the astermite that ran so much of both the vampiric and human world.

Vanitas was not delicate.

He was not fragile, like porcelain. Did not shatter the way that a ceramic plate did upon hitting the floor. Most certainly was never vulnerable to the elements like copper that oxidized due to exposure to air.

And logically, Noé knew this. Knew that his partner could withstand harsh treatment, knew that he could survive cruel words and even crueler blows. Knew that, despite being a human, Vanitas was strong. Like tempered steel.

It was hard to remember that, though, when the blue eyed man dropped like a stone to the ground. When the swing of the cursebearer's fist made a solid crunch! upon contact with the man's face. When it was his human who lay defenseless at the ill vampire's feet.

Noé saw red. It was with frightening speed that he appeared before his partner's body, raining strikes on the attacker. He snarled, pushing the vampire far enough back that Vanitas would have room to recover. In the back of his mind, he registered quiet groans, a sure sign that the doctor was still kicking. And thank the gods for that.

"Noé!" said vampire quickly comprehended Vanitas' request before the man uttered it, and he swept the cursebearer's legs out from beneath her. He turned, pinning the struggling woman to the ground so that the inverse operation could be started. As usual, the shining light of the Book of Vanitas enchanted him, and Noé listened to his partner's smug declaration of the vampire's true name. He rose, extending a hand to Vanitas' patient.

The white haired vampire gave a brief explanation as to what happened to the newly cured one, keeping an eye on his partner through his peripherals. The man never much liked speaking to his patients when he had finished treating them, and Noé suspected that many of the vampires Vanitas had helped before they met never knew his name. Well, that was the doctor's own choice, albeit a strange one, and it would irritate him if he mettled.

"C'mon, mon cher," Vanitas, ever impatient, called over his shoulder. "I don't want to be here a minute longer."

"Coming, coming," Noé soothed, taking a couple larger steps to catch up to his partner's stride. He couldn't blame the man for wanting to leave - he wasn't exactly welcome in Altus Paris after the stunt he pulled with Lord Ruthven.

As they walked towards the border, the vampire couldn't help but let his violet eyes roam over the human's body. Every time he looked, the contradictions that were ingrained in Vanitas seemed all the more notable.

Noé understood well that humans were weaker than vampires. In fact, when he had first witnessed Vanitas fight, he had been impressed by the man's fortitude. The longer he spent with the doctor, though, the more he wondered just how Vanitas functioned the way he did.

For one thing, the human was very slight. His figure was slim, and he often did not eat. In fact, Noé could probably count the amount of times he had seen Vanitas eat on one hand. While that didn't mean that the man was not dining alone or with others, for that was very much possible, he thought that he should've definitely seen this more. So that was strike one against his health.

Strike two was Vanitas' refusal to let others help him when he was injured. At the moment, his gait was slightly impaired by a limp from the previous fight and bruises had begun to bloom across his cheek. There was a scrape across his forehead that was slowly closing, and the glove that typically concealed his left hand in was torn, which revealed more cuts up his forearm. Noé knew that Vanitas healed quicker than most humans due to the blood of the vampire of the blue moon in him but that didn't mean that he didn't need to care for himself.

That led to strike three. Overall, Noé had concluded that Vanitas was bad at caring for himself. Rejecting help, ignoring food, not sleeping (another thing on Noé's list of Vanitas' irresponsibility), all things that would further lead to the human's demise. And it was not as if accepting such things was absurd. Why could the man not allow someone to tend to him? For being such a brilliant doctor (though he was uncertain as to the validity of the other's credentials regarding human doctoring), Vanitas was certainly thick-headed when it came to his own needs.

And that led Noé back to his earlier thoughts.

Vanitas was not fragile. But, sometimes, it was hard to think otherwise. Especially when he had just seen his partner crumple like a sack of flour. The vampire withheld a sigh. They would talk about this back at the hotel.

~

"Mon cher," Noé turned, noting an edge in the undertones of Vanitas' voice. He hoped they weren't about to fight, but he also wouldn't be shocked if his roommate had come to pick a bone with him. The doctor had disappeared to the rooftop when the two had returned to their current residence, likely done so to escape any concern the vampire might express. Noé had grown use to the routine after the first month or so when he had made the mistake of hovering around the man. Vanitas was skittish like a horse when it came to his wellbeing, and his partner's fawning had overwhelmed him. "Look at me."

Violet eyes rose to meeting striking blue ones, taking in the dark shadows painting the undereye. There was wariness in that gaze, a silent threat that he could and would run if even one wrong move was made. Vanitas approached the white-haired man's bed and set his medical bag at the foot of it much to Noé's surprise. He noted the other man's state of undress, night clothes covering his thin body. He didn't think he had seen his partner in fewer layers than his just his overcoat off.

"Like what you see?" Vanitas was quiet, the tease in his remark not quite genuine. He was tense, and, if Noé was allowed to note, seemed uncertain. It was a strange look on the human. He didn't know if he liked it.

"Vanitas...?" He trailed off, also keeping his voice low. He thought he saw trace amounts of vulnerability in those blue eyes. The younger man twisted strands of inky hair between fingers. He remained silent a few moments before shoving his medical bag into Noé's arms. The vampire stared at the bundle, startled. He raised a questioning gaze to his partner.

"Oh, don't look at me like that," Vanitas scowled, though there was no real malice in it. "You're always pestering me about my health despite it being outside your grasp. If you're so damn insistent, I suppose you can deal with it yourself."

The man glared at the floor, a slight pout on his face. Noé let out a chuckle, a soft smile adorning his own. Vanitas flicked his glance towards the vampire, a faux annoyance creeping into his expression.

"Thank you, Vanitas," he said and began to work.

Noé was not nearly as skilled as Vanitas when it came to this. His fingers tangled the bandages and his nose scrunched at the smell of the rubbing alcohol. He tenderly swabbed at the scratch on the other's forehead and arm. The vampire went about it slowly, methodically, mildly afraid that he would somehow mess it up and make things worse. He kept his touch gentle.

Vanitas' reaction was predictable, but not something Noé had the foresight of considering.

In a second, the cloth was snatched from him by pale hands that immediately doused it in more disinfectant then scrubbed harshly at the cuts. Noé raised his eyes to take in the ire on Vanitas' face as the man hissed at the sting of the hydrogen peroxide. His ministrations were much rougher and faster, yet he still moved about with a grace that the vampire lacked. A particularly sharp inhale noted the treatment of a gash on his shoulder. The wound was no longer bleeding but still needed to be cleaned. Noé grabbed the doctor's wrists, halting him.

"Let me do this," he said, seriously. The look he leveled on the shorter man roused a glare from him. "You said you would let me do this."

"And you proceeded to treat me like porcelain, Noé," Vanitas sneered. There was contempt in that retort. "Je ne suis pas verre, mon cher. Besides, I have no need for your pity."

"It's not pity, Vanitas," the vampire insisted, frustration creeping into his tone. "Treating you nicely isn't done out of pity, Vanitas. Don't you believe that you deserve some gentleness too?"

Dammit, Noé thought, biting his lip. That was sure to push the man to flee, at least for the night. Maybe most of tomorrow as well. Seriously, dammit. The human stared at him, stunned almost. As if that wasn't something Noé would say. He sighed. Well, he hadn't bolted yet, so maybe he could reason with him a little bit.

Carefully, the white-haired man took the cloth from fisted hands. He scooted back on the bed to give him some space.

"Vanitas," Noé said, studying the smaller one carefully. "Kindness isn't born out of pity. The way I tend to your injuries is not born out of pity.

"Et je sais. Je sais que tu n'es pas verre. Je sais.

"Please listen to me, Vanitas. I do not pity you."

The silence was tense. Noé wondered if Vanitas had listened to anything he had just said. He wondered if the human would still run away.

A hand suddenly grabbed the soft material of his nightshirt and yanked him forward. Noé stared into Vanitas' eyes, his own wide with surprise. Something raw and vulnerable rested on his face, and the vampire knew his words had reached him to some extent. Noé let himself be observed and taken apart and put back together by Vanitas' gaze. Stayed quiet as he was examined intently. Then, supposedly satisfied with his analysis, the doctor let him go. Handed him a roll of bandages.

"Je ne suis pas verre," Vanitas muttered.

"Oui, mon chéri," Noé smiled and thanked whatever beings might exist that his stubborn human was finally accepting his help.

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A/N:

Hello!

So, my French is not great, and I apologize for any and all grammatical, cultural, and spelling errors I made. I am in the process of learning the language, so unfortunately, what I wrote will likely contain inaccuracies. However, I hope you enjoyed this oneshot!

Translations: "Mon cher" = "My dear" "Je ne suis pas verre, mon cher" = "I'm not glass, my dear" "Et je sais" = "And I know" "Je sais que tu n'es pas verre" = "I know that you're not glass" "Oui, mon chéri" = "Yes, my darling"

[littlemissayu]

150 Followers Event!!

In honor of 150 followers I'm going to let you guys send in your oc's and whatever character you'd like me to write for. (If you wanna see what Fandoms I typically write for you can check right here). Usually I don't write for oc's but I'm going to try it out!

If you want to send in a request this is the mandatory info I need:

Description or image of appearance

Age, height, body type

Personality

Personal Preference

Origin Story(summary)

Character you want me to write for

The prompt(s) you wish for

This Event is from October 14th - October 31st

Here are the prompts you can choose from:

"I miss you" "I went to the kitchen for 2 minutes?"

"Do we have to get up?"

"Lmao, your so short" "YOUR ONLY A CENTIMETER TALLER"

"I love you" "I love you more" "I love you most"

"If you go without me I'll be sad"

"You can't get rid of me, I'll just follow you"

"Don't. Do. It"

"How did that even happen?!?!"

"How are we dating?" "Because of my awesomeness"

"Stop doing that!" "Doing what?! "BEING CUTE!!"

"Let's do it together"

Late night drive/snack

Cute picnic

"Why?" "They need to see how much I love you"

"I hate you" "Too bad you're mine >:)"

"Babe- I need my hoodie back" "How do you know I have it?!" "You're wearing it."

"Are you crazy?!" "A little"

"Can you be mine forever?" "Who said I wasn't?"

Late night talks

Cooking together!!

"Do you need anything else?" "You."

PDA(Public Displays of Affection)

Shopping!!

"(insert color) is obviously better for a wall" "HOW?!"

"I'm so glad that I'm yours"

"We are never doing that again" "Agreed"

"Gimme attention >:(" "But I busy-fine"

"Did you eat my ice cream?!" "What's yours is mine ^^"

Pookie,Sweetie, Love of my life, angel of my eye, the most amazing partner, air that I breathe, absolute geni-" "What did you do?"

"Your the sole most amazing being" "That's not true because you exist"

(can be romantic or platonic)

All Event post will be under the tag: #LittleMissAyu's150EVT

You can pick 1-3 at a time!!

Disclaimer!!!! I'm only doing female and gender neutral oc's!!

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[lirarere]

I have no idea what to write at all(((

I have open requests, please tell me what I should write about 😭

♡rere

[chuusins]

OMG!!! I SAW UR VANITAS POST AND I NEVER SEE ANYONE WRITING FOR VNC (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) CAN U DO A SINGER READER HAVING VANITAS AND NOE (SEPERATE!!) LAY DOWN ON THEIR LAP WHILST READER IS SINGING SO THEY CAN SLEEP? THANK UU! (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

oh! oh! oh! can i be 🦋 reader btw? thank uu :D feel free to ignore i very do not mind at all, anyway have a good day ><

tysm for the request 🦋 anon! ><

Vanitas

Would be surprised when he heard you humming, your voice was so soothing... He nearly fell asleep right there.

One night he was resting in your lap, your hands playing with his messy hair, and untangling the knots.

You were humming that same song, that time he fell asleep, which is what you were hoping for. He's been overworking himself lately, which is why he was now relaxing.

Noé

Would also be surprised, when he catches you singing a lullaby to a child you were babysitting that week, he found your voice very soothing..

When he gained the courage, he decided to ask if you could sing him a lullaby, which you giggled a bit at, but agreed.

He lay down on your lap as you unconsciously eased your fingers through his hair. Humming gently a lullaby.

When you were done, you looking down to realize he was asleep.

Thank you for the request again, anon. This was really fun to write!!

[bookdragonquotes]

[briebysabs]

Here is part 2 of my dham fic! Mostly fluff and Johann being down bad, enjoy! https://archiveofourown.org/works/55493602/chapters/141612583

[soothingsoftness]

vanitas no carte month 2022 - noe and vanitas week

day 3 - revenge

@i-prefer-the-term-antihero @phmonth2022