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fallingdownhell · 11 months

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Hello. I don't know if you take requests but if you don't please ignore this. If you do can you please make a fic with Vanitas and Noè (separately) when reader wakes up after a hot night with them and she sees the scars that she left on his back with her nails. Because she feels bad she cuts her nails short but she loved them long. The boys know that and they notice. How are they comforting reader? And how fast are they noticing? Before another night or only after some hours? How do they take the initiative? (I don't know if this makes any sense. If there are spelling errors I'm sorry. English is not my first language.) Anyway I love your work and your writing. Sorry for the long ask. Again you can ignore it if you don't like this idea. P.S.-Please make it a scenario and not headcanons. (Again. Sorry for the inconvenience and I hope I didn't annoy you. Have a good day.) 🤗

You're good, no need to apologize for anything.

I quite like your request, even though I had a bit of a difficult time making it a scenario rather than headcanons, but I think it turned out okay. Hope you think so as well!

Also, you kept referring to reader as 'she' in your ask, so I went ahead and made this with a female reader in mind. Hope that is okay with you

Characters: Vanitas; Noé

Content: female reader (she/her pronouns); established relationship; suggestive but nothing explicit; use of nicknames (princess, good girl)

Word count: 1,9k words

Hope you enjoy and thank you for your request!<3

Vanitas

You wished you had the ability to turn back time..

Then you could go back a few hours and unsee this image, so the guilt you were feeling right now would stop eating away at you. But as things were right now, you couldn't seem to take your eyes off of your boyfriends back, naked as he stood in the kitchen of your home, making coffee for the both of you.

More specifically, you couldn't tear your eyes away from the scratch marks your nails left all over his back, some even on his upper arm.

You felt incredibly bad for doing this to him, thinking that it must have hurt him quite bad. Why didn't he say anything to you? You MUST have hurt him with this. Why didn't he tell you to stop? Did he not notice? No, he must have. But then... why?

You just couldn't wrap your head around this while also feeling the guilt and shame for doing it. You were so deep in your thoughts you hadn't noticed that you started nipping on your nails. When you did finally notice though, was when an idea came into your mind...

"Here..", your boyfriend, who was now suddenly standing in front of you, said as he held the coffee mug in front of your face. You thanked him as you took it from him, taking a sip to let the bitterness wake you up.

Vanitas sat down next to you on the couch, making himself comfortable then pulled you into his lap. You noticed that he still wasn't wearing a shirt, all his scars caused by you perfectly visible.

Maybe this idea wasn't so bad after all, even though you really weren't happy with it..

Vanitas, who noticed a while ago how deep in thought you seemed to be today, leanded forward a bit to place a gentle kiss onto your shoulder.

"What's the matter, princess? Can't get last night out of your head?"

You just know he had a smirk on his lips even though you couldn't see him right now. You thought about just telling him, but something in you kept you from doing so.

"Kinda, yes..", you admitted instead, giving him a half-truth. He seemed to be satisfied with your answer, leaving you alone after this, enjoying the morning in your presence.

After he left for the day, you pondered a bit more about wether you should really cut your nails or not. You quite liked your long nails and didn't want to part from them, but if the price was hurting Vanitas when you two were getting intimate... that wasn't something you were willing to give up.

So, with a heavy heart, you went into the bathroom and got the scissors, getting to work.

It was hard for you, watching yourself cut them to a much shorter length, but you kept telling yourself over and over that it had to be done. After all, you didn't want to be responsible of hurting him during such a vulnerable time, you didn't want him to just remember a bad time with you every time you got intimate.

After you were done cutting your nails, you decided to put some colour on them if you were already in the process, so why not make them look pretty, at least.

In the end, you were quite satisfied with your end results, even though it felt quite unusual now. Grabbing and holding things now felt entirely different to you, even though you only shortened your nails a bit.

Oh well, nothing you wouldn't get used to within a few days..

That day, when Vanitas returned to your home, you were waiting for him, sitting in the living room and reading a book while waiting. As you heard the door, you abandoned the book and went to greet him.

"Hey, welcome back!", you said, going in for a hug. But as it seemed, Vanitas had differents plans. Instead of induldging you with your affection, he altered your course, pulling you into a kiss that became heated rather quickly.

You were surprised by the turn of events but were quick to melt into his touch, grabbing onto his shoulders as you put one leg around his waist.

At that, your boyfriend deepened the kiss, holding your face in place with both of his hands. You sighed into the kiss, the sound getting swallowed by him.

One of your hands then went into his hair, gripping him tight. You felt your nails scrap against his skin there, but as they were quite shorter now, they shouldn't hurt him anymore.

Vanitas broke off the kiss, breathing heavily. "Something feels different..", he said but then immediately attacked your neck with kisses and bites so that you didn't have a chance to think about his words.

Then, the next second, you were suddenly lifted up from the ground and carried over to the bedroom, where your back hit the mattress. Only a second after, Vanitas was above you, having already gotten rid of his coat and shirt, leaving his upper body bare.

He looked down at you for a few moments, his expression serious but still loving when looking at you, before he dove down onto your neck again.

A surprised yelp escaped your mouth and you gripped onto his shoulders at the sudden feeling, but the action only made him retract from you again.

Confused, you wanted to ask him what was wrong, but before you had the chance to do so, he suddenly grabbed one of your hands, holding it in front of his face.

"Why did you cut your nails?", he asked, sounding almost offended at the realization.

"...because they were too long."

"I thought you liked them that way."

"I do, but.. I was hurting you.."

After confessing to it, you turned your head to the side, not wanting to see his reaction. It took Vanitas a few seconds, but when he connected the dots in his head, he couldn't help the smile that formed on his lips.

"Oh baby..", he said, leaning down to you, taking your chin in his hand, making you look at him. "You didn't have to do that. I quite like it when you scratch all over my back. It's like you're marking your territory, just as I'm doing to you right now."

He latched onto your neck again, sucking a dark, purple spot where his lips connected with your skin.

"Now, promise me that you'll never cut them this short again. You're taking away one of my biggest pleasures from me."

He made you look at him again, and you could clearly tell just how serious he was about this. He actually did enjoy it when you scratch him up..

Not being able to answer, you simply nod and he smiles down at you. "Good girl", he says as he dives down again. Seems like this night is far from over...

Noé

Now this man.. he is absolutely obsessed with you. He is so whipped for you, he would do anything that you ask of him, no questions whatsoever from his side.

If someone were to ask him what he likes most about you, he would look at them with the most straight, neutral expression before saying "Everything", like it's the most obvious answer in the entire universe.

And he means it, he likes everything about you. He has no specific preferences or anything, he just wants you and him to be comfortable with each other, at all times. That also includes when the two of you are getting intimate with each other.

He doesn't have any strong dislikes, he's open to try pretty much anything with you, but he'll tell you when he feels uncomfortable with something. And obviously, he expects you to do the same with him, as well. After all, he wouldn't want to be the reason why you felt unwell around him, especially during such a time.

He noticed early on, when you started getting intimate with each other, that you had a habit of scratching him a bit. He honestly didn't mind it too much. Sure, it hurt a bit, but it wasn't unbearable and he soon found that he actually kinda liked it. It felt like you were putting your claim on him this way, so he wore those scars proudly.

And since your lovemaking was quite regular, he never was without a mark from you, which he quite enjoyed, even though they were usually hidden from sight and only he knew they were there in the first place.

That was until about a week ago. He started to notice that every time you were gripping onto him tightly, boring your nails into his skin, you soon willed yourself to loosen your grip on him.

At first he tried not to think anything of it. Even as the old scars started to fade but no new ones were coming to replace them, he kept his mouth shut, thinking that this was probably just some sort of weird phase and everything would go back to normal soon enough.

But today, when things were getting heated between the two of you again, and he noticed that your grip on him felt different from usual, he finally put a hold to things.

After confirming his suspicion that, indeed, you had cut your nails, he made you sit with him and explain your reason for doing so. It took some time and persuasion from him, but eventually, you let up and told him about how you felt.

How you felt guilty and bad ever since you first saw the scratches you left on his back. How you felt bad for hurting him and that you figured he just never said anything because he didn't want to hurt your own feelings. That he would rather suffer through this than to see you hurt from his words.

To be perfectly honest, Noé was quite disappointed. Not with you, but with himself. It seemed he wasn't communicating with you enough. He failed to tell you how much he came to enjoy you marking him up this way.

So, he was making up on that now, telling and reassuring you that you were not hurting him at all, and that he actually liked when you did that.

At first, you didn't believe him, thinking that he was only saying this to make you feel better about yourself. Maybe you should have just believed him..

Because somehow, your persistance in not believing him made some sort of switch flip inside him, making him feel like he had to prove it to you in some other way then..

That night, he ravaged you like he never had before. Every time you tried to loosen your grip on him, he grabbed you hands, held them in place and told you, commanded you, to dig your nails in, that he can take it and that he WANTS you to do it.

The next morning, you are littered in his own marks all over your body but you were beyond satisfied. This was the best night you had ever had with him. Not to say that you were unsatisfied with him, but maybe you should push him like that more often if that was his reaction to it..

After that, you were convinced of his arguments and you let your nails grow back again.

Once they were back to there original lenght, Noé took it upon himself to kiss each and every knuckle on your hands, keeping eye contact with you the entire time

"Prepare yourself, princess. We have a lot to catch up on.."

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glitch-karma · 1 month

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Hii! Can you do Vanitas x sleepy reader? They’re kinda just sleep deprived all the time, hehe. Sorry if I’m bothering you, I hope you can do this request! <3

✧Me who started this at 2:35 am:

✧One shot

✧Cw: Gn!Reader, Fluff-ish, Reader is a vampire and Vanitas's assistant, reader struggles with insomnia, maybe ooc Vanitas, complicated relationship (still romantic-ish)

✧ probably not proof read

✧theres always crumbs for vnc so here y'all go

It was a slight chilly night as Vanitas sat on the roof of the Hotel Chouchou. The breeze of the night came through slowly, the wind flowing through his hair lightly. It was funny, how the city of Paris still looked almost alive at night. The soft glow of lights speckled the city.

Vanitas wore a dully melancholic expression as he stated at the city. It was eerily quiet as he numbly stared out.

The sound of soft foot steps approaching notified him someone was near, though he stayed perfectly still. "... It's late y'know?" He said, his face shifting to a light smirk as he looked behind him. There you stood, the eye bags under your eyes evident as you stared down at him, before turning to the city. "You're up too, non?"

He huffed as he looked away, placing his hand to his face. "This is why you're so exhausted all the time y'know?" He scolded you lightly. "It's fine." You nodded.

There was silence as you stood behind him quietly. Vanitas glanced behind him, noticing how you wore the same, dull expression he'd worn not so long ago. What could you be thinking about? Sometimes it was hard to remember that you were also a broken person such as himself. Honestly, he'd rather not think about it.

You let out a light yawn as you finally sat down beside him. Vanitas chuckled at your drowsiness as he looked back out to the city again. You sat there for a long while, just the two of you and the sounds of the dead Paris Streets.

Vanitas could feel you shiver beside him lightly as he sighed. "Why are you out here anyways? You're obviously exhausted." He said annoyed. "I'm always like this." You shook your head. He scoffed out a chuckle as he nodded. "Well duh, stating the obvious."

The eeiry silence once again enraptured the two of you. Vanitas mentally scolded himself as his thoughts couldn't be cleared of you. Your presence beside him somehow managed to break through the barriers he'd carefully constructed. It was exhausting, the way his mind couldn't ever stop thinking about you.

"I don't get it," he muttered, a hint of frustration tainting his words. "Why do you push yourself so hard, running on empty all the time?" His gaze shifted to you, attempting to decipher your expression.

You shrugged with an indifferent expression. "Dunno.." at this Vanitas stared at you more. Your gaze met his, and for a moment, something softened in his eyes. Uncomfortable with the vulnerability, he turned his attention back to the city lights.

"I guess I've been like this for awhile." You mumbled out. Vanitas glanced up at you again. "Sleep just doesn't really come that easily, even if it's all I crave. You know, you're not the only one with demons," you said softly, your gaze fixed on the distant horizon. "We all carry our burdens, Vanitas."

He scoffed, his wall being built within him once more. "I don't need your pity." "It's not pity," your tone was gentle. "It's understanding."

For a moment, Vanitas looked away, not wanting to listen. Then, with a sigh that carried the weight of unspoken emotions, he spoke. "Understanding won't change anything."

"Maybe. But I can hope it helps ease it.. Just being there. Even in the silence of the night." You finished.

Your words hung in the air as another silence engulfed the both of you. Vanitas found himself momentarily at a loss for words.

As Vanitas tried to regain his composure, he stole another glance at you. There was a softness in your worn out eyes that echoed the vulnerability he often tried to bury. It was a vulnerability he couldn't quite comprehend.

Vanitas sighed as he looked away again. "You talk too much." He huffed out. You merely shrugged, a small but genuine smile playing on your lips. "It's a talent, I suppose."

He let out a scoff, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—perhaps a hint of gratitude. After a few moments, another yawn escaped your lips. You glanced up at him slightly. "It's weird.. you're one of the most unbearable, scary people I've ever met." "Okay, ouch." He commented, letting you continue.

Your eyes closed for a second before opening again in defiance, "But I feel the most relaxed when I'm with you." You finished.

The contradiction between tonight's conversations and the usual banter between you two left him momentarily speechless. His attempt to mask his surprise with a scoff was futile as he grew embarrassed.

"You're delusional if you think I'm someone you should find relaxing," he retorted. Yet, the subtle tint of pink on his cheeks portrayed the effect of your words. "Probably." You mumbled out, slowly blinking.

Your yawns persisted, and a drowsy smile lingered on your lips as you observed Vanitas's futile attempts to deflect your words. "You're just spouting nonsense because you're half-asleep." He shifted away from you. "Sure, that's what I'm doing."

The silence made him glance up again, noticing you staring into the city lights, closing and reopening your eyes every few seconds. He couldn't help but stare at you for a bit, before jerking his head back to the city himself.

"You should.. Let yourself sleep." He mumbled out. You looked over with slightly surprised eyes, before your face slowly softened. "..thanks, Vanitas."

"yeah, yeah whatever.." he embarrassedly mumbled, looking away from you. You chuckled, continuing to stare at the beautiful pairs sky together.

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fairy-writes · 11 months

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Hello! Can I ask for Vanitas and 12) “Chivalry is dead, and you’re the one killing it.” for the 900 followers event?

CHIVALRY IS DEAD

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): The Case Study of Vanitas

Pairing(s): Vanitas x Gender Neutral!Reader

Prompt: “Chivalry is dead, and you’re the one killing it.” (Dialogue Prompt #12)

Notes: Vanitas is such a brat lmao

Also, lowkey inspired by that one scene in Elf with Will Ferrell

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The old shower turns on with a squeal of the bronze knob and a rumble of the pipes, and steam erupts into the air. You quickly strip out of your clothes and step behind the shower curtain into the borderline boiling water. Your skin tingles as it adjusts to the temperature, and you shudder with delight.

After a long day of Noé’s and Vanitas’s shenanigans, a long, hot shower was just what you needed.

Plucking your shampoo, you lather some in the palms of your hands before massaging it into your scalp. The suds run down your neck and onto your back as you turn to face away from the shower head and start scrubbing the soap from your skin and skull.

You begin to hum, the song being one you heard on a violin in a plaza earlier in the day as you moved on to the conditioner. While you let that sit in your hair, you scrub a bar of soap all over your body to clean off the grime and dirt from earlier.

It was then that you heard something.

More humming?

Dangerously off-key, but there nonetheless.

You peek through the shower curtain, and there he is.

Vanitas. Sans his cloak and sits on the bathroom counter, humming as if he wasn’t in the room when you were showering.

You shriek.

This causes Vanitas to jump and slip off the counter, banging his head on the way down. He curls into a ball, holding his head and letting out a pained whine.

“Are you okay—wait, no—what are you doing in here?! When did you even get in here?!” You demand, and he just lets out another pained noise as he sits up, his right hand still massaging the back of his head where a bump is already starting to form.

If he hadn’t just snuck into the bathroom, you would’ve felt bad for him.

But he snuck into the bathroom. So you didn’t feel bad.

At least you didn’t until you got out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, and saw his hand come away bloody.

So you quickly dry off and get dressed in clean clothes that had been folded neatly (under Vanitas’s cloak) on the toilet seat. Had he been attempting to join you for a shower?

Creepy. You may have been dating him, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t still slightly unnerving.

You help your lover onto the bed in the adjacent bedroom and go back to the bathroom for medical supplies. Then, grabbing some gauze and antiseptic, you return to Vantias’s side, where he declines any help.

“I can do it myself.” He says quickly, and you roll your eyes.

“Let me help. Plus, you owe me, scaring the living daylights out of me like that.” You mutter, and he relents, hissing as you dab a rag with the medicine onto the bump.

It’s silent for a minute before you speak.

“What were you going to do in there?” You ask seriously, and he shrugs,

“Was trying to be chivalrous and was going to wash your hair for you.” He said, and you huff,

“Chivalry is dead, and you’re the one killing it.” You reply dryly, and he lets out a haughty laugh before wincing at the volume and holding his head again.

He recovers quickly and turns to face you with a mischievous smile,

“I am the epitome of chivalrous, and you know it.” He teases, and you raise your eyebrows,

“Name one time.” You say, and he falters for a moment.

“Um… I held the door open for you?”

“That’s common decency, Vanitas.” You retort, and he deflates.

You snip the gauze with a pair of scissors and secure it so the blood doesn’t drip down his neck. Then, you hold an ice pack to his injury and press a kiss on his forehead.

He blushes a bright red but smiles sheepishly as you press another to his nose.

“All better.” You say, and he hums,

“Do you think I could join you for your next shower?” He asks hopefully,

“Absolutely not.” You deadpan, and he just whines.

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rierice8 · 1 year

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Idk if u still write but id love for the reader to bite and drink vanitas blood while hes pinned down, panting, whimpering, gripping the sheets, getting hard asf… basically what jeanne did.

OMG DOWN BAD FOR VANITAS- and yes I do still write! Sorry I’ve been in Ireland with my marching band! That’s why I answered so late! We won some parades and it was so much fun, shout out to my roommates. I’m now back home though so I’m back to writing my requests!

But anyways ahem ahem, yes, ahem. I love this request-

Word count: 1234 words

(Not me being a little bit of a simp)

Vanitas x male vampire reader

!!Suggestive content but no smut!!

Synopsis: you were feeling jealous from earlier and craving some blood and Vanitas was taking too long to show up…

Thirsty vampire

You were tired. Rather drained, in fact. Vanitas and Noé had dragged you to another raggedy part of Paris to heal another curse bearer. It was a wild chase, they were quiet and stealthy, especially for a curse bearer. After hours of running back and forth, Vanitas finally managed to capture and cure them. Of course, the woman was rather touchy with your boyfriend after he helped her find her true name. You hated it. Noé had questioned if you were alright because you looked and felt very tense, which you were. Though at the time you had just said you were tired. You swore she’d tried to kiss Vanitas and yes, it made you jealous. It’s even an underestimation to say you were jealous, you were fuming. So clearly now that you’re home and Vanitas is off frolicking with Noé instead of being with you, you’re done. By that you ment pissed beyond belief.

You sat on your bed, waiting for him to show up. Just sitting, and waiting, and sitting, and waiting. You bit your lip hard enough to draw blood, tasting the metal of your own blood made you crave a drink.

Almost an hour and a half later, you still sat on the bed, unmoving. You’d sat through sun set and now it was dark outside, yet still, Vanitas was no where to be found. Every minute thst passed you grew more and more upset with him. First he let that curse bearer touch and flirt with him, and then he doesn’t even come back. When the door finally opened at midnight, your eyes were red.

“Oh, wow, it’s already rather late! I hope I didn’t keep you waiting on me and Noé too long,” Vanitas said with his usual catty, carefree voice.

“No, no, not long at all. It’s not as though I waited five hours in this room wondering why you didn’t tell me where you’d gone,” you spat, not even trying to hide the sarcasm in your words.

“And so? Its not like I have to tell you everything I’m doing, when and why. You’re just a jealous boyfriend,” Vanitas laughed annoyingly just to rub in the statement.

“Really? Fine then, I am a jealous boyfriend. I saw that curse bearer drooling over you after you cured her, and you just let her touch you and even try to kiss you. And you didn’t even come back and tell me that you were going off with Noé, nor did you invite me to come,” you began to rant.

“You looked tired,” he shrugged. At that comment you lost it. You grabbed him by the arm and dragged him closer to the bed. You pulled his coat off and undid his collar.

“Slow down, wait! What are you doing?” Vanitas gasped as you trailed your hot tounge over his neck and collarbone. He didn’t do anything to fight you though, so you continued. Finding the perfect place, you bit down. Your fangs penitrating the soft surface of his skin.

“Ah!” He moaned at the feeling. You sucked fervently at his neck, like a man dying of thirst. You pushed him down on the bed one hand gently resting on the back of his neck and the other holding you up. Your knee pushing at his clothed dick.

The motion in itself made Vanitas’ whole body jolt and him to let out a large moan.

“Oh mon dieu- mmmmh!” Vanitas was gasping for air at this point. His long nails were digging into your arms, though not enough that it hurt. You were too overwhelmed with the taste of his amazing blood to care either way. You kept sucking harder and even started to move your knee around.

“Ah! Mmm-mph! Stop— ah! Stop it!” Vanitas moaned into your neck but you couldn’t hear him, you were too focused on drinking from him. You could never get full of his blood, it was yours and only yours. You let your fangs slip out of him and licked up whatever excess blood came from the wound. Vanitas was sweating and panting on the bed sheets. You could feel how hard he was from this alone. He looked at you with his half lidded vibrent blue eyes as though he wanted you to continue. He was undressing you with his eyes.

“If you think that you can pull a stunt like this and then get the relif you crave then you are sorely mistaken. I drank from you for my pleasure and my pleasure only,” you said as you turned around to leave.

“Wait! So you’re just gonna leave then?! Thats not fair,” he said out of breath and in a more whiney tome than normal.

“Yes, I am going to leave. And don’t touch yourself while I’m gone or I’ll ignore you for a month,” you said coldly and walked out of the room. He ran after you and grabbed your arm. You stared back at him emotionlessly. His eyes were so hard to refuse. Vanitas kept eye contact with you before biting off one of his gloves and scratching his neck hard enough it bleed.

“You should probably clean that up, before I have to waste it,” he smirked. Who were you to reject that, it was such a hot display of disregard for his own personal safety. Not even just that, he was too desperate and it was making you feel desperate too. You lent in again and bit him in a new spot now, sucking again as hard as you wanted.

“Mmmmmf— mmf!” he tried to silence his moans with his hand. You let go of his neck and looked at him. You tore his hand from his mouth and instead intertwined your fingers.

“I want to hear everything I make you feel,” you said before gently and slowly unbuttoning his shirt, after it was on the floor, you violently and suddenly bit the other side of his collar. Vanitas’ hair was a mess, just like him. He was panting and moaning so loudly you were sure Noé could hear from the neighbouring room. Vanitas tries to do something, anything, but he fails to even move his hand an inch.

“Nghh- ah!” All that could be heard in the room was a light gulping and Vanitas’ occasional whimpers. When you’d finally decided you’d had your fill, you let go with a sigh. Vanitas was under you panting wildly. His pants had a wet spot, so clearly, he came in his pants.

“Oh? And all I did was bite you,” you laughed. He immediately knew what you were referring to and looked away, still panting.

“Oh shut up, you know you weren’t just biting me,” he said arrogantly, already back to his usual self.

All you did was laugh at his cute disselved state. Blue hair spread all across the bed, three different bite marks adorned his neck and collarbone, his shirt somewhere long forgotten. You trailed your cold hands up his abdomen and watched him shiver with anticipation.

“I can’t stay mad at you, Vanitas,” you whispered.

“Huh, why not? Too pretty, am I?” He said cockily. You laughed,

“Maybe.”

You continued to trail your hands up and down his milky skin.

“What are you doing, mon chérie,” Vanitas asked. You smiled,

“Nothing, just admiring your build,” You whispered. The night ended in a comfortable silence after that.

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dawn-moths · 8 months

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“Show Me You Love Me With the Shape of Your Bite”

Noe Archiviste x Female Reader

word count: 4300+

(celebrating two years of this blog, i’m back with a lil one shot for noe because the first fic i ever posted was for him. // A human’s strength is nothing compared to a vampire’s— a fact that’s always concerned Noe when it comes to being with you in such an intimate way. But, unlike how most of your own kind would warn you of, you’ve never had a reason to doubt or fear his intentions with you. Besides, as if letting him bite you on a normal basis wasn’t proof enough, even in the worst case scenario, you’ve already made it clear to Noe that you don’t necessarily mind a little pain if he’s the one causing it.)

content warning/disclaimer: 18+ content! minors dni! smut, vampires, biting/marking, blood/readers blood is drunk, reader is a bit of a masochist while Noe is apprehensive about hurting her too much, rough sex at times, size difference, dickriding, aftercare.

*ao3 mirror*

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Ribbons of broken, silver moonlight streamed in through the gaps of the curtains, the shadows of dusk dancing across the floors, starbursts of amber and coral shimmering on the polished hardwood from the crackling fire burning low and sultry in its stoney hearth.

In the night, Paris came alive, the city lights sparkling like a sea of stars across the horizon, the constant murmur and buzz of the after-dark crowds humming through the air in a stream of noise and energy, muffled and distant from where you now lay, yet you could still imagine the intensity of it all after growing so used to being a part of the pack yourself.

Ever since meeting Noe, you’d traded rising in the early morning and twilight wind-downs for long, late nights and views of the dawn breaking on the horizon, the first muted shades of lilac and gold signaling your time to rest rather than the plum and navy of night blanketing itself across the sky like most others of your kind followed the consistent rhythm of.

You should’ve guessed after the first few times he’d suggested you meet by moonlight rather than daylight that he was afflicted with the forbidden curse— that he was a vampire— but even back then you wouldn’t have cared.

Because Noe Archiviste was as captivating and handsome as he was charming and sweet, he was gentle and kind and compassionate and everything you’d grown up being told those of his kind were not. Because, to everyone else, vampires were monsters. They were cold and cruel, ruthless and ravenous, and among the worst of them were the wolves in sheep’s clothing, using pretty words and entrancing appearances to lure in their prey before sinking their teeth in deep.

Your Noe was the sun after a summer’s rain, warm and inviting. He was a home to return to after a long day, safe and familiar. He was the first face you looked for in a crowd, his name ready to fall from your lips as those two, lilting phantom syllables rested on your tongue.

Some days, you still found yourself reluctant to call what you two shared love, only for the fact that you’d both been keeping it a secret from everyone outside yourselves. But with all the feelings you held for him on a consistent basis in mind, how could what you felt for him be anything else?

You two were far more bonded than any human couple was. Noe knew the taste of your blood after all, had committed the flavor to memory, could distinguish it by a single drop alone. And you knew the imprint of his teeth just as well, craved the way his sharp incisors found a home in your supple flesh night after night, addicted to the ivory’s sharp and satisfying sting.

“Harder—” you breathed, gently writhing under Noe’s hold on you, though with no real means of escaping him. “Harder, Noe, please—!” You gasped as his bite sunk in a fraction deeper, drawing more rivulets of ruby red from the tender spot on your shoulder, sending a quick shudder down your spine, the sensation creeping vertebrae by vertebrae until it welled into the sticky, fluttering warmth of arousal pooling in your lower belly.

As his tongue lapped at the welling beads of red, slow and gentle to savor the taste of you, you let out a broken moan, body arching to follow the heat of his mouth. Noe was always so afraid to go too far, to lose control and end up hurting you, no matter how many times you assured him you wouldn’t ask for the pain if you didn’t want it. But he also couldn’t help but give in to your requests, even if sometimes it made his stomach twist with guilt.

The moment you started making those succulent, saccharine mewling sounds of pleasure though, it was as if all of his ice-dipped remorse melted away. He could drink down your whines and moans just as easily as he could your blood, meeting your mouth for a languid, tongue-entwined kiss, letting you taste your own blood as you parted your lips to let him in.

You’d asked him before what blood tasted like to vampires, said all you could make out from the coppery flavor was the wince-inducing bitterness that had you resisting the urge to screw up your features and spit it from your mouth. So it was hard to believe him when he described it as sweet— sometimes even sickly so— with a hint of pleasant salt and the lingering undertones of something that could only be compared to addiction.

But your part of this exchange didn’t require you to enjoy the taste. For you, it was the feeling— the completely embodied sensation— of what having your blood drunk by him felt like that urged you to keep seeking out his teeth.

It was heavenly. Pure ecstasy. It made you forget why humans had spent so many centuries fearing vampires, if only for the fact that, if it weren’t for you and Noe’s special bond, he probably could’ve drained you dry and left you for dead like the legends of old warned about.

There were still plenty of vampires lurking the streets and hiding in the shadows whose hunger had gone insatiable, morphing them into greedy, voracious monsters who couldn’t see any innocent life past all that gushing red. But your Noe was different. He’d held onto his morality longer than most of his kind would ever have the will to consider, let alone succeed at, and you guessed you could consider yourself pretty lucky that you’d run into him on that first fateful night rather than someone else more sinister and selfish.

“You ok…?” Noe asked in between shallow, panting breaths, his hands splayed on either side of your head as he gazed down at you, lips stained red and shining with your shared saliva, the tip of his tongue darting out to catch the fading crimson that remained. The next thing you felt was his palm, warm, now that his energy had been replenished from your blood, cradling your cheek. You lay underneath him, back sinking into the mattress and eyes closed as his shadow blanketed over your bare form, allowing yourself to drift off into the serenity that often followed Noe’s feedings.

You felt safe. Held. Comforted by his presence and by the fact that, during this act, you were two becoming one in a way few would ever know or understand.

Letting him drink from you often came after sex. It allowed a euphoric extension on the galaxy of pleasure that Noe’s body could coax from yours. It also ensured that he didn’t have too much strength to unleash upon your fragile human form, his pace slow and sensual as he buried himself deeper and deeper into you. But sometimes, like tonight, when he indulged in a feeding beforehand, well…

You knew you were going to be in for one hell of a ride.

“Maybe I took too much this time…” Noe muttered to himself in a low, worried tone as you felt the bed shift around you, your eyes fluttering open to watch as he changed position, carefully lifting your limp figure up to drape and rest against his chest before leaning back against the barrier of pillows that lined the headboard. He was carding his long fingers through your lightly tousled hair, mumbling sporadic thoughts under his breath under the false pretense that you’d drifted off to sleep. You thought you heard him say something about stopping there for the night, not wanting to push you past your limits.

That was enough to jolt you back to consciousness, just enough to stir in his grasp and breathe out a weak and airy, “Noe…” on account of still recovering from your recent blood loss. You lifted your head slightly to meet his eyes, which had now been leeched of their glowing, crimson color and turned back to calming lavender on account of his appetite being satisfied. You gave him a feeble, tired smile and said, “It’s ok… I’m ok. I can keep going…”

The vampire considered you for a moment. He knew you had a habit of pushing yourself, but before he could think on it too long, you were taking his face in your hands and luring him back to you with one of those adorable, delicate little giggles. “Noe, come on…” you reassured him with a smile, devotion sparkling in your eyes, “You know I trust you more than anyone else. Plus, even if you do hurt me a little bit…” You paused, feeling your cheeks heat before admitting what you were about to next, despite having done it several times to him already. “Even if you do hurt me, I don’t mind. I… like the pain, remember?”

Beckoning him closer to you now, letting him lay his head against your chest and cradling your arms around him like he was the delicate one, like he was the one worth worrying about and protecting, you carded your little fingers through his snowy locks of hair and softly spoke to him, telling him again that you trusted him, how you loved him, and as the words left your mouth you knew them to be true, no hesitation in the confession you’d been so afraid to acknowledge prior.

Noe could’ve sunk so far into the comfort you gave him he would’ve drowned in it, finding he was never as soft and sentimental with anyone else as when he was with you. He never allowed himself to let his guard down to such a level, for a moment forgetting that, outside of this room, you two were widely considered to be enemies— hunter and prey, a monster and a girl.

He sometimes used to wonder if he’d ever find someone he could love who would also love him in return, before meeting you. And what was a luckier, more divine thing than to have your own angel to hold? To have someone who thought and cared about you as much as you thought and cared about them?

“Alright…” Noe mumbled, his cheek pressed to your chest, listening to your beating heart, counting out each gentle drum of the steady rhythm. As he lifted his head to meet your tired, half-lidded gaze, he said, “But I need you to promise me one thing…” Rising further to sit up, the two of you across from one another, bodies bare and on display for each other to see, to have, to hold, Noe’s words dripped with earnesty as he said, “If things start to go too far, I need you to tell me.”

“Noe, I—”

But he cut you off, cupping your cheek in his palm. “I know we’ve talked about this before, but I also know you haven’t always been completely honest with me about it.” You resisted the urge to swallow down the lump of guilt that had curled up in your throat, unable to deny his concerned accusation. Softly stroking his thumb along your jaw, so feathery light you could barely feel it, he set his lilac gaze on your neck where his bite had already begun to bruise and scab over, now a deep shade of wine. He said, “It’s been a while since I— since we’ve done this after a feeding…”

He didn’t need to explain any further. You knew exactly what he was so worried about now— the fact that, last time he drank beforehand and not after, it had resulted in you with tears streaming down your face and several more bites and bruises to paint your skin while he’d been blinded by the carnality of it all. You’d barely been able to walk the next day, feeling like something inside of you had been broken beyond repair, and even though you’d tried to assure him you would be ok, deep down there had been some fear sparked in you.

The pain he’d caused you that night had surpassed the fine line of the sugar-coated, thorny pleasure that you craved and ended up as injury instead.

Noe had said he’d never allow himself to partake in your blood before sex again, though, after months of trying to convince him not every time had to be like that first one and that, while you couldn’t necessarily erase the memory, you could help fix it by replacing it with something better, you’d gotten him to come around.

“I promise,” you told him, reaching forward to take his hand. He laced his fingers with yours, careful even in that act, as if each new touch he bestowed upon you from now until morning held the risk of breaking his own vow. “If it gets to be too much, I’ll tell you.”

You felt relief when his lips twitched into a soft, dreamy grin, the expression there and then gone in an instant, becoming entranced with the way your little hand fit together with his, palms pressed together and creating more shared warmth, Noe able to feel your pulse through your skin and noting the way it was picking up speed a little as he placed his other hand on your knee and gave a gentle squeeze.

It was you who leaned in to kiss him then, catching him off guard for a moment until he followed your cue and allowed himself to melt back into you, the hand on your knee sliding up to rest on your bare thigh, kneading the plush flesh there, slow and savoring, as you combed your fingers through his hair and sighed into his mouth, your core already coiling again in tiny, tight little pulses as his fingers grew closer to brushing up against where you were already slick and waiting.

A tender, broken moan spilled from your mouth as his first finger slipped inside, testing your tightness and comfort before adding in a second and curling at his knuckles, causing you to arch your back and slide further down to lay flat for him, spreading your legs wider as he slowly scissored his digits inside of you, biting back his own moan when he felt your hole clenching around what was inside harder the more he stretched you.

He caught his bottom lip on one of his fangs, vehemently reminding himself to stay in control, don’t go too far, don’t hurt her as his own arousal pulsed thick and eager through his veins, that familiar sharp pang of adrenaline already beginning to surge.

He was starting to remember now— how hard it had been to stop once he’d started— and the thought made his stomach churn for a whole other reason. But you were right. This time didn’t have to be like the last. It wouldn’t be. He’d make sure of it.

Once he’d prepped you enough to take him, Noe began to line himself up with your entrance, feeling his own cock twitch in his hand as he caught sight of the glistening beads that drooled from your cunt, asking you if you were ok before nudging in the tip, pausing when you momentarily winced, only continuing when you nodded at him to signal it was alright for him to keep going.

And, god, you loved how you could feel every single vein and ridge of him as he carved out a home inside of you, the velvety flesh of his cock massaging every part of your insides like it had been designed to do so, both your bodies devoted and destined to learn each other in this way long before you’d even met. The sweet sting of him splitting you in two made your tummy tighten and flutter, your pussy squeezing around the length of him just enough to give a teasing taste of what he already expected was to come.

His breathing was soon beginning to pick up speed, Noe hoping to hide just how much you were affecting him already as he forced out even, shuddering huffs, hunching over you while he tried not to let himself go completely, no matter how badly he wanted to right now.

It made him remember something else he’d almost forgotten about that last time— just how much better you felt when he was inside you after he’d been replenished by your blood, all his senses alive, every nerve alight with the heightened vitality that he gained from a recent feeding. It’s what made this all so dangerous in the first place.

“It’s ok…” you assured him, your own chest moving with the shallow, panting breaths of anticipation as you remedied your prior words with, “I’m ok. I trust you…”

Noe wanted to believe he could trust himself too. And as he felt the animalistic urgency within him simmer a little, he figured it was alright to start moving.

As much as it killed him to go so slow, he forced himself to hold out, gradually rolling his hips to meet yours, your voices moaning in tandem, creating a lilting melody of pleasure with each inch he drove deeper into you and every constricting squeeze of your cunt around his cock.

“Harder—” you were telling him again, the request cracking with a breathy whine as you felt him brush against your cervix, sharp jolts sparking through your abdomen followed by the slow, syrupy drip of pleasure that ran thick through your blood. You felt Noe hesitate for a moment, but when you twisted your fingers through his silky white hair and gave a tug, he snapped his hips forward hard enough to shove you a few inches up the bed. A small yelp emitted from you, clipped with a satisfied mewl, and you loosened your fist in his hair, tenderly stroking the back of his neck, playing with the wispy tufts at the base of his skull as you whispered out, “That’s it… Just like that…”

Noe had to pin your wrists down then, find some way to keep you anchored as he prepared to pound into you harder, though not yet with the rigorous speed you both knew he was capable of. And when you asked him to bite you again, well…

That time, Noe just couldn’t tell you no.

Sinking his teeth into your unmarked shoulder and feeling the skin break, more of your warm, sticky blood flooding into his mouth, Noe drank down gulp after gulp in rapid succession. This made him forget to mind his strength for a moment, and as you fell more slack under his hold, lulled by the euphoria of having your blood drunk by him for the second time that night, he nearly lost you.

He came back to his senses just in time, his saliva filled mouth pulling away from the new bite with a glittering strand of diluted reddish-pink bowing and snapping back onto the crook between your neck and shoulder.

He was partially horrified with himself, and for a moment wondered if he’d finally gone too far, past the point of no return, but was able to exhale a sigh of relief when you fluttered open your tired, bleary eyes and your shallow breathing registered to his sensitive hearing.

“I don’t think I can do this…” the vampire admitted under his breath, sounding disappointed in himself as he pulled out of you and used the pad of his thumb to swipe up a drop of red that was slowly dripping down towards your collar bones, shamelessly licking it away before casting you a quick, guilty glance. “I’m going to hurt you again. I know I am. I—”

Trying to prop yourself up onto your elbows in a way that was less than graceful, to say the least, you blinked the blood loss from your vision until Noe came back into focus. After a few minutes the swaying sensation of lightheadedness abated and you were able to roll yourself over, laying on your stomach as you stared at him sitting on the edge of the bed and looking stressed and conflicted.

You might’ve been able to call it a night, if not for the fact that you were still burning up inside with the need to release all this pent up arousal, so you decided to try approaching things from a different angle.

“Hey…” You lightly ran your fingertips along his spine, watching his back muscles flex as he turned partially to glance over his shoulder at you. “Lay down.”

Noe was already beginning to apologize, though for what exactly, you weren’t sure— as far as you were concerned, he’d done nothing wrong other than stop before letting you come— but you pressed a finger to his lips before he could finish his spoken atonement.

You had him right where you wanted him— right where you needed him now. “Stop talking,” you said, climbing atop him once he was laying flat on his back, straddling him as you took his face in both your palms, his hands quickly reaching for your hips to help steady you when you began to sway slightly, still not fully recovered from the blood loss.

You were staring at him, desperately searching all that alluring lavender for any sign that he understood, and he was staring back at you as if he were being touched by god, completely enraptured by the gentle light in your eyes alone. “Let me take care of you,” you murmured, the moment of revelation drifting away. “You always do such a good job at taking care of me…” Taking his still hard cock in your hand, a small smirk curving on your lips when you felt him slightly tense beneath you, his stomach flinching, you lined it up with your entrance once more. “It’s my turn now.”

Noe let out a stuttering breath of ecstasy as you sunk down on him, both of you needing less time to catch your breath now but no less urgent in your need for each other. And as you began to grind your hips down on him, your clit rubbing hard against his pelvic bone every time you rolled forward and making your eyes tip to the back of your head, Noe kept a firm grip on your hips, helping to pull you down further onto his cock every time you lifted off again.

The glowing illumination of the midnight moon drenched your silhouette as you rode him, Noe admiring the way the light shone on your dewy skin, pretty tits bouncing as you began to pick up speed, your head thrown back, neck exposed and mouth hanging open with silent ecstasy as you approached closer and closer to the edge.

Noe was close too, beginning to buck his hips up into you to match your rhythm towards the end, still so strong even when he wasn’t trying that hard, making your toes curl as you twisted the bed sheets tight in your fists, hunching over him as your trembling legs felt like they were about to give out, thighs burning from the exertion and sweat gathering in the crooks of your folded knees, a new, high-pitched moan tumbling from your throat with each thrust.

And, god, when you both came at the same time, you swore you saw spots of heaven blinking in your vision, falling forward to drape yourself over him completely, squeezing every last drop from him as his cock spurt thick ropes of cum inside of you, enough to ooze out of your abused little hole and drip in thick, creamy dollops back onto him where you two remained connected until Noe mustered up enough strength to take your limp form in his arms and carefully sit up just enough to pull out of you, keeping you cradled against his warm chest until you actually did doze off.

Gently setting you aside, pulling a sheet across your naked body to shield you from the chill while he went to fetch a damp, warm washcloth to clean you up with, Noe was haunted by the fact that, for as many times as you two had been together before, it had never been quite as good as that.

Haunted, only for the fact that it had still been a dangerous risk to take. Yet still, a risk he had a feeling he’d be unable to talk you out of taking again.

He noted the various bruises speckled about your body as he cleaned you, dark blotches in the shape of his fingertips where they’d dug into your hips, more scattered across your thighs, your wrists, around the bites on both sides of your shoulders and along your neck where he’d branded you with hickies he hadn’t even remembered deciding to mark you with.

After leaving to fix himself up and returning again, Noe checked your pulse, two fingers pressed softly to the side of your neck, just to make sure his worst fear hadn’t come to pass. He flinched minutely when your little hand reached up to cup his, a sated smile spread across your lips, eyes still closed as you muttered out, “See… told you I’d be ok…”

Noe’s grin was a little more incredulous than anything, but as he gently stroked the side of your head, smoothing back some strands of tousled hair from your sweet face he adored gazing upon so much, he was just glad that you were alright this time around.

Curling up beside you, pressing a chaste peck to your forehead, Noe told you he loved you through a tired, dreamy sigh. Only then did you open your eyes, pupils dilated to swallow the color of your irises in the dark, and whispered back to him, like a promise, like a prayer, “I love you too…” After that, all you could remember was the darkness of encroaching unconsciousness and the familiar, comforting heat of his body entangled with yours, asleep and safe in each other’s arms at the end of another unforgettable night.

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Gonna request headcannons for

Chuuya, dazai, vanitas and jeanne with a fem S/o who is like death from puss in boots, like their s/o is really fast and is rlly deadly, she uses the whistle to scare others away but she has a rlly soft spot for their s/o (dazai and vanitas..maybe not sm but s/o loves them anyway even if they're annoying ♡)

𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒉, 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝑫𝒂𝒚.

𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚: @anonymous

𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒/𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄

𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐌! 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇! [𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄] 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄:

Dazai loves to tease her, and make her embarrassed.

Arguments between the two, which is even worse than Chuya and Dazai arguing. (The end of their arguments, she would sometimes punch him to the wall or kick his balls or stomach, but she prefers using her whistle more)

[Name] secretly has a crush on him but at the same time she hates him, and the only ones that know is Atsushi [obviously], Ranpo, Kunikida, Tanizaki, and Kyoka.

"Why out of all people you could've chose, you chose Dazai?" Atsushi asked as Kunikida was also with the two.

"I-I don't know... Just shut up and give me some advice already!" She replied with tinted cheeks.

Sooner or later, [Name] and Dazai would still bicker and go back and forth.

But, as they were both on a mission together, Dazai was sent flying back which made [Name] extremely worried and use her whistle to get them away from the sick suicidal freak

Dazai on the other hand was extremely shocked from her protecting him. Especially since she was so deadly and mean to him all the time...

𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐌! 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇! [𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄] 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄:

Just like Dazai, he loves to tease [Name] for fun to get a reaction out of her

Everytime he flirts with her, she would uppercut him in his face

[Name] really hates protecting Vanitas, but was ordered to since the two were assigned partners

She uses her whistle to scare off all the enemies who would come after Vanitas

This guy would literally love to give you lots of gifts

HE LOVES TO PRANK HER A LOT

He's totally afraid of her (SHE'S WORSE THAN JEANNE)

Even though [Name] hated Vanitas, she still had a place for him in her heart

𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐌! 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇! [𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄] 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄:

Chuuya hated [Name] at first, but after knowing her true colors, he took an extreme liking to her

Everyone notices that he has fallen in love with his assigned partner

During any fight, Chuuya would usually let his S/O handle it just by one thing; her whistle or her fast and deadly skills, including her ability

[Name] has admired Chuuya since he wasn't that annoying nor that much of a bad partner (Unlike Dazai...)

"Not bad..." Chuuya once said with a smirk.

"Same to you, Dear Chuuya." She replies back with a straight face

Both of them would save one another

Would drink wine together as they talk the whole day or night away. The two loves to get drunk and acts exactly the same

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐌! 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 [𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄] 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄:

FAST FRIENDS

Jeanne really admires [Name] for her powers and braveness

The two loves to laugh and smile together

GIRLS NIGHT!

She always blush at her for everything she did, wishing to be exactly like her one day

Jeanne would call on [Name] if she needs her assistance during a fight

[Name] doesn't mind if Jeanne uses her whistle

When she first saw [Name] smile, it made her heart bloom and grow romantical feelings she never felt before

𝑰'𝒎 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒖𝒚𝒂 𝒐𝒓 𝑱𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆 𝑶𝑶𝑪, 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎.

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amphibiahawks321 · 5 months

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[Finished biting M!Reader's neck]

Jeanne : A-are you ok?!

[Looks directly into her eyes]

Jeanne : O-oh no! I knew this was a bad idea! I should've just used my medici-

M!Reader : Bite me again....

Jeanne : .......Wait W-what?

M!Reader : that felt good.... Bite me again~

Jeanne :

#male reader #vanitas no carte #vanitas no carte x reader #reader x vanitas no carte #Vanitas no carte jeanne

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thewritetofreespeech · 4 months

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Could I request Vanitas with an s/o who inherited her father's family's ability to transform into a bird? Everyone transforms into a different bird; S/O is a crow, her father is a peacock, her uncle's a robin, and so on.

He was trying to get some sleep when he heard the peaking at the window. Vanitas rolled over, then glared, before he got up & opened the window. If it had been any other bird, he would have thrown his shoe at it (glass be damned) and gone back to sleep. But he knew those eyes, and that purple shade on its breast meant that it was no ordinary bird. “Couldn’t you just come to the front door like everyone else?”

The crow let out a ‘kaw’ then flew in to land on the floor. A dark shadow enveloping it before fading away to reveal a beautiful woman. “Come in through the front door? In this traffic?”

Vanitas scoffed and shuffled off to his bed again. “What do you want?”

“Nothing. I just hadn’t seen you in a while.” She told him.

“Whose fault is that?”

It might have been a little mean, but he wasn’t the one who was constantly called away.

Being of an old, noble vampire family, [Y/N] already had their commitments to society. Coupled with their strength and inherited technique from their family, Oiseaux d'une Plume, they rose in rank and became a valuable member of the vampire court. That’s how they met. On one of the more hospitable meetings with Lord Ruthven and his much more abiding nephew.

“I can’t exactly say no when asked to do a job, Vanitas. We would see each other even less if I was in prison for treason.”

“I know. I know.” Vanitas replied. His hand coming up to his face. “It’s just frustrating sometimes that you’re on their beck and call.”

“Or rather beak and call.” She snickered at her own joke and Vanitas had to smile a little at that. “I’m here now though. Do you really want to fight?”

“No. I guess not.” He agreed and got ready for bed again, with [Y/N] by his side. “Tell me a story.”

“What are you, 6?” [Y/N] asked, glancing up at him from her position on his chest, but still smiled as she tucked herself back in. “Have I ever told you about my second cousin Antwane?” Vanitas shook his head. “Well, he was a nice young man. Got the short end of the stick on the family ability though. His bird was a chicken. They’re actually really smart birds, but no one knows that because they spend some much time eating them. One time, while he was transformed, someone mistook him for a plain old farmer’s chicken and tried to catch him to put him in a stew. Poor Antwane refused to transform for months after that because he was terrified someone would catch him and turn him into Coq Au Vin or something. Anyway….”

Vanitas listened to the story as he drifted off to sleep. He dreamt about what bird he would want to be if he had that ability. How it would be to fly. What it would be like to be truly free for a change.

When he woke up [Y/N] was gone. Literally flown the coop with a note of ‘urgent business. I will see you soon’. But maybe birds weren’t all that free either.

#;ask and ye shall receive (request answers)#vanitas of the blue moon #vanitas #vanitas no carte imagine #vanitas no carte scenarios #vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #vanitas x reader #vanitas no carte x reader #imagine #scenarios #female reader

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aritsukemo · 6 months

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The Little Things | Various Characters

Characters: Vanitas, Olivier, Veronica, Sanemi, Hinatsuru, Shinobu, Makio, and Basil

A/N: None

Vanitas who short-circuits anytime you show him genuine affection/care despite the many times he's flirted with you. He tells you he hates it, but in actuality he's just not used to it. Either way, please don't stop.

Olivier who tries not to smoke around you. He knows you dislike it and even if it helps him destress, he'd never indulge in his own pleasures if it meant making you uncomfortable. Never.

Veronica who can't help but 'apologize' ( Not really but she buys you gifts/treats you in various ways with a sour look on her face ) whenever she makes you sad/mad. She doesn't entirely know why, but she gets this strange feeling in her chest whenever she does or says something that makes you even the slightest bit upset. Is it pity? Dare I say, guilt? She can't tell.

Sanemi who always questions you about your wellbeing whenever you chat. He listens intently on everything you say, genuinely wanting to know if you're alright and if you aren't, he'll take you out to wherever you want to go that day. His treat.

Hinatsuru and Shinobu who sits there, smiling fondly, as she listens to you just talk. Talk about your day, raving about how good it went or ranting about how bad it was, just anything you have to say. She'll listens for hours on end, gently reassuring you whenever you pause to apologize for distracting her from her work.

Makio who loves to go out with you whenever you have the time. Whether it'd be going to the hot springs or shopping at the market, she doesn't care as long as you're the one accompanying her.

Basil who occasionally brings you flower bouquets, all of which are hand grown and arranged by himself. He's shy so he won't have the courage to do anything but maybe mutter out a small 'Hope you like it..' before leaving, but he makes the effort to add short, sweet notes to make up for the words he couldn't say to you.

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest

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fallingdownhell · 1 year

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Masterlist!

Finally able to finish this. This will now be the tagged post on my blog.

Rules for requests and what I write can be found here!

Genshin Impact

SFW Posts

Someone talking down on you

Of broken Promises Part 1 Part 2

Kaeya (x Reader): Decisions to be made Part 1

A price to be paid (Genshin man asking "Who hurt you")

Sweet, sweet Revenge (Cheating!Diluc x Vindictive!Reader)

your best friend trys to make them dump you

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Headcanons about Anemo users as a "pseudo family"

Comfort headcaonos (Alhaitham + Kaveh)

Headcanons about Sumeru Men with a writer s/o

Poly Cyno x Reader x Tighnari comfort

Headcanons on Poly Relationship with Diluc and Childe

Thoma comfort for academic stress

Fluff relationship headcanons (Diluc; Kaeye; Tighnari; Wanderer)

Cyno with a s/o that also tells dad jokes

Headcanons on Poly Relationship with Ayato and Kaeya

Anemo man when they wake up before you

Taking care of sick Tighnari

Hurt/Comfort when you get into an argument with them about their work (Albedo; Cyno; Alhaitham; Kazuha)

Part 2 (Tighnari; Wanderer; Heizou)

They listen to you sing in the shower (Cyno; Tighnari; Alhaitham; Kaveh)

You pluck their "first grey hair" (Itto; Kaveh; Zhongli; Kazuha)

Genshin men dealing with separation anxiety (Xiao; Wanderer; Tighnari; Diluc)

Water dragon s/o (with Diluc; Xiao; Zhongli; Ayato)

pampering them with a massage (Childe; Xiao; Zhongli)

adopting Collei with Tighnari

You ask them "Do I look fat?" (Cyno, Wanderer; Kaeya)

walking in on them cheating on you (Ayato; Heizou; Kazuha; Gorou)

your reaction on someone talking down on your partner (Diluc; Kaeya; Alhaitham; Zhongli)

Genshin men forgetting your birthday (Diluc; Kaeya)

Part 2

Cyno x Reader x Tighnari long time pen pals getting together

Genshin men when they find out your sister is the favoured child (Heizou; Thoma; Alhaitham)

Part 2 (Kaeya; Dainsleif; Baizhu)

Part 3 (Wanderer; Xiao; Tighnari)

drunk reader complimenting the Sumeru boys (+ Wanderer)

Kazuha, Heizou and Venti comforting a reader who feels neglected

Alhaitham and reader teasing Kaveh

Reader kissing them since the boys are oblivious to flirting (Cyno; Tighnari; Kaveh; Alhaitham)

The boys are getting protective when someone is flirting with you (Tighnari; Cyno; Kaveh; Xiao)

both Diluc and you forgot about your birthday

when you forget to wear your glasses to school (Alhaitham; Kaveh; Tighnari; Cyno)

Alhaitham, Kaveh; Kaeya and Zhongli getting hugged from behind by their s/o

you falling asleep on their shoulder (Scaramouche; Kazuha; Kaveh; Alhaitham)

Kaveh and Alhaitham getting a massage from you (SFW)

Dragon!Reader with Archons platonic headcanons

Dancing in the rain with Kaveh and Alhaitham

Tighnari with a Shinobu Kocho like s/o

Sumeru boys (+ Wanderer) with a people pleaser s/o

getting into an argument about your strength (Xiao and Wanderer)

drunk reader complimenting Xiao, Diluc and Thoma

Kaeya, Diluc, Zhongli and Childe finding out Reader has a Delusion

Calling them "Teyvats beauty king" (with Itto, Thoma, Kaveh and Wanderer)

hugging a Chibi Plushy of them (with Kaeya, Childe, Cyno and Kaveh)

Ayato x Reader (Hanahaki AU; hurt/no comfort)

Cyno and Tighnari crushing on reader who's Kaveh's younger sibling

revealing your toned/trained body to them for the first time (Childe; Alhaitham; Kazuha)

poly Relationship Headcanons with Alhaitham and Kaveh

panicing after hearing the boys argue with someone else (Diluc; Kaveh; Ayato)

comforting Reader after a nightmare (Diluc; Kaeya)

the boys reaction to reader getting shrunk (Sumeru Boys + Wanderer)

poly relationship headcanons between Childe x Baker!Reader x Ayato

Characters with a Reader who has crazy good luck (with Itto; Cyno; Zhongli; Kaveh)

Characters with a vampire!Reader (Diluc; Neuvillette; Heizou)

breaking up with them (Aether; Kaeya; Dainsleif)

characters defending you (Cyno; Dehya; Childe)

Reader with selective mutism; comfort (with Xiao and Alhaitham)

best friends get jealous on Valentine's Day (Tighnari; Cyno; Alhaitham; Kaveh; Wanderer)

asking if you would choose them or the world (Neuvillette; Diluc; Kaeya; Zhongli)

headcanons about boyfriend Cyno

calling them by their full name (Kazuha; Diluc; Ayato; Kaeya)

NSFW Posts

Xiao x female reader Smut -> MINORS DON'T INTERACT

You sit on their face (Tighnari; Heizou; Xiao; Dainsleif) -> MINORS DON'T INTERACT

Going through a rut without you (Gorou; Tighnari; Itto) -> MINORS DON'T INTERACT

Yoimiya x female reader smut -> MINORS DON'T INTERACT

Zhongli x female reader first time smut -> MINORS DON'T INTERACT

Puppy!hybrid!reader with an early heat (Zhongli; Diluc) -> MINORS DON'T INTERACT

Wanderer comforting reader who is scared to orgasm -> MINORS DON'T INTERACT

Breakup Sex (with Kazuha; Diluc; Neuvillette) -> MINORS DON'T INTERACT

Sub!Neuvillette x Dom!Fem!Reader -> MINORS DON'T INTERACT

Demon Slayer

SFW Posts

Inosuke Headcanons

Headcanons on their reaction to you getting seriously hurt (Rengoku; Tengen; Giyuu; Tanjirou)

Vanitas no carte

SFW Posts

Reader punching someone that disses Noé and Vanitas

Vanitas and Noé comfort you after a nightmare

Vanitas x female!flower dragon! reader headcanons

cutting your nails after seeing your scratch marks on their back (Vanitas; Noé) (suggestive)

When you're seriously injured (Vanitas; Noé)

spoiling Vanitas and Noe´ with a feast on their birthday

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #vanitas no carte #vanitas no carte x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader

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radioactivesweet · 11 months

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This is my first request, I'm sorry if it bothers you, here it goes Vanitas x fem reader who is taller than him.

No bother at all! Feel free to request whenever you want! Hope you like it^^

Sometimes you failed to understand how petty Vanitas could be. He was of average height and never once in your life you thought he would be mad at you for being taller than him. You and Noé - both being taller than Vanitas - were literally just standing there, while talking about the latest cafè Noé had visited, when Vanitas rushed in pouting. He must have been already upset for something else, but the moment he noticed how you two had to lower your gaze to look at him, he lost it. Immediately after, he went away complaining and mumbling about how you two were making fun of your height difference. "What's wrong with him today?" you wondered, but Noé didn't know the answer neither. Another day, you caught him standing on a stool while trying to reach a shelf. You fought really hard the urge to laugh - if he had heard laughing about him, there was a high risk of you getting said stool on your forehead. What you thought was funniest though, was how he could have clearly reached that shelf on his own. He was just being dramatic. As usual. You really don't to make fun of him - it just doesn't feel right, it may hurt his feelings but his often unpleasant behaviour makes you change your mind. At the end of the day, Vanitas has to deal with both you and Noé teasing him, pushing objects to higher shelves - which results in Vanitas kicking Noé's knee and a lot of items scattered across the floor after Vanitas had hit the shelf. The day after, you suddenly had an idea! You carefully approached Vanitas, while he was quietly drinking his coffee, still half-asleep. As soon as you had the chance, you lifted him up in your arms - holding him bridal style. Before he noticed you were the one carrying him, he started moving relentlessly. "Let me go, I'm not a child..." he pouted, his cheeks blushing. "Why? You're so cute, Vanitas.". You can be sure you'll be the next one he will kick after this one.

#the case study of vanitas #vanitas no carte #vanitas x reader #vnc #vanitas #vanitas no carte x reader #les memoires de vanitas #vanitas no shuki #vnc x reader #the case study of vanitas x reader

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24hlevi · 5 months

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Helloo may I ask for prompt 5 for 25 days of winter with Roland from vnc where reader (preferably female) is teaching him how to ice skate? Thank you and have a wonderful day/night <3

ah yes of course! i adore roland so much so thank you for requesting 🫶

— 25 Days Of Winter: Ice Skating Together

roland fortis (vanitas no carte) x fem!reader

warnings: none!

25 days of winter event

"y/n? dear? i do not think this is a bright idea," roland stammered as he stood on the ice rink with his newly tied ice skates on his feet. he was standing with his arms out like a penguin, and you almost laughed at how scared he was of this out of all the things he had done.

"what do you mean?" you pouted, skating in a circle around him. "it's not that scary, love." you stopped in front of him, grabbing onto his hands. "come on."

"y/n i don't- this isn't- oh goodness," roland said as you began to pull him further onto the ice with you.

you had been ice skating for a long while now, since you were a child. it was one of your favorite activities during the holidays, and you wanted roland to experience that with you this year. if only you knew how afraid he was of slipping and falling on ice than killing vampires. it was quite funny, actually. to see the male stumbling and gripping onto you for dear life as you expertly skated around the rink.

you slowly pulled roland around the skating rink one whole loop around the place before stopping in front of him. "do you wanna try alone, now?"

"sure," he nodded his head. with one swift kickoff, roland made his way slowly down the rink's edge with you following quickly behind him.

"you're doing great!" you smiled at him, skating in front of him now. "now try and do that again but with the other foot."

"okay," roland nodded again. he was staring at his feet as he moved his other foot, moving closer towards you as he grinned widely. "i'm doing it!"

"yes!" you clapped your hands together happily for your boyfriend.

roland skated over to you and grabbed your hands, now becoming the one leading you and skating around the place with happy laughter erupting from the two of you.

"you were right my dear, this is fun!" roland smiled as he skated around.

"i told you!" you responded. "you just have to get over that initial fear and then you're great!"

roland skated in a circle around you as you moved further down the rink, grabbing your hand and spinning you around with giggles escaping from your lips.

after a few spins, roland pulled you into his arms and kissed your forehead with a bright smile. "thank you for doing this with me, y/n."

"of course," you smiled up at him. "i know you don't get to do much, so this is at least something."

"something great indeed," roland then pecked your lips. "now c'mon!" he started to skate again only to fall.

his hand which was still holding onto yours resulted in you falling as well, letting out a yelp as you landed on top of roland. staring down at his shocked expression, you couldn't help but start laughing. he did soon after, holding onto you with a smile still on his face.

"i think we can go home now," you patted his chest.

"i believe so as well," roland nodded, kissing you again.

#vanitas no carte #case study of vanitas #vanitas no carte x reader #vnc #vnc x reader #roland fortis #roland fortis x reader #roland x reader #25 days of winter event #request

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fairy-writes · 6 months

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Helloo I stumbled across your blog and omg I love everything you have written so far<3 i saw your open requests so I was wondering if you would like to write something for Roland from vnc, like a little scenario of reader (human, civil), who is his crush, wrapping his neck in her scarf when she takes a walk and sees him going on a patrol around Paris in winter without his jacket (he probably forgot it or gave it to someone as a kind person he is).

Write it however you feel comfortable with (or don't), I would prefer reader be female but I don't mind nonbinary.

Thank you for your time, drink some water and have a nice day/night <3

DANCING SNOW

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): The Case Study of Vanitas

Pairing(s): Roland Fortis x Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Female!Reader, FLUFF, Reader is implied to be smaller than Roland

Notes: Thanks for liking what I have written so far! I love writing for Roland!

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The snow was gentle. Falling from the sky and dancing through the air like ballerinas. You bury your nose in your scarf and tug on your gloves as you walk through the streets of Paris.

Why you had decided to go on a walk in this weather was a mystery. Even to you. But you were a good twenty minutes from home, so you might as well deal with the cold and continue on your way. You’d get back to your home eventually.

All of a sudden, you hear your name and turn. You know this voice. And already, your ears are beginning to heat up.

Roland.

Without his coat.

He’s jogging over, dressed in nothing but his button-down and trousers, boots heavy against the cobblestone. His weapon is strapped to his back via a holster of sorts and looks none too comfortable. He’s waving enthusiastically, and people are staring.

“Where’s your coat?” Is the first thing out of your mouth when he is within speaking (not shouting) distance. He slows to a halt in front of you and grins,

“I forgot it. I was in a rush this morning and didn’t think to put it on.” He says smoothly, and you roll your eyes.

“Sure you did.” Now he looks hurt,

“I did!”

You huff and turn away, but Roland follows along, chattering happily about something or other. But you can tell he’s shivering. Durandal is rattling in his holster, and you can’t help but feel bad.

But he wouldn’t fit in your coat. But you also didn’t want him to get too cold.

So you stop.

He stops, confusion, decorating his handsome features like Christmas tree lights. You unwrap your scarf from around your neck. It’s chilly, but you’re on a mission. You reach up and wrap it carefully around Roland’s neck. He freezes and watches you with wide green eyes. Once the long article of clothing is snuggly wrapped around Roland, you step back with a sheepish grin.

“I can’t have you freezing on me now, can I?” You tease in an attempt to lighten the tension between you two.

Why is it so tense?

Roland seems to snap out of whatever stupor he’s in, and his brilliant grin lights up your world.

You want to kiss him. Badly.

All of a sudden, Roland’s name is called, and the two of you jump away simultaneously. Had he been leaning in?

No…

That’s preposterous!

He wouldn’t feel like that toward you.

You spot Olivier scowling as he makes his way through the thin crowd. At least he had the decency to wear a coat in the snow. The white flakes stand out brilliantly against his black hair.

“Olivier! You found me!” Roland exclaimed, and the other Paladin pinched the bridge of his nose.

“No thanks to you.” He muttered and grabbed the back of the scarf, and proceeded to haul Roland away with a gruff “We have to finish patrolling this sector.”

You stand dumbfounded as Roland waves a happy goodbye, chattering about something you can’t hear, and you can practically see Olivier deflate in annoyance.

But, ultimately, your neck is cold, and you decide to head home finally.

Only for Roland to show up on your doorstep several hours later, scarf in hand.

“Thank you! I would have frozen to death without this!” He says dramatically as you open the door and you smile,

“Now you’re just being dramatic.” You tease him, and he laughs jubilantly. It makes your heart flutter.

It doesn’t take long for Roland to make himself at home inside your humble little abode. Durandal is leaning up against the corner of your doorway. His shoes are placed neatly by yours. Roland is playfully hip-checking you in the kitchen as you get mugs of hot cocoa ready. The room is filled with laughter as you do it right back.

On one particular attempt, you nearly slip in your socks, and he grabs your hips to steady you. There’s nothing in your hands, so you grip the fabric of his button-down to make sure you don’t fall over. He’s watching you with an expression you can’t quite place, and you simply stare up at your best friend. You are close enough that you can count the freckles on his cheeks.

You really want to kiss him.

And almost as if he’s reading your mind, Roland leans down and presses the most gentle kiss you could imagine to your lips. You respond almost too eagerly, pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt as he pushes you back against the counter. His strong hands trail until they are holding the small of your back. His lips are still cold from being out in the frigid air, but you don’t mind.

You don’t stop moving your lips against Roland’s until you have to break for air. When you do, he’s looking at you with what you realize is love.

“Perhaps I should forget my coat more often.” He quips, and all you can do is laugh and pull him in for another kiss.

#roland x reader #roland fortis x reader #vnc x reader #vanitas no carte x reader #the case study of vanitas x reader #vnc roland x reader #vnc roland #vnc #vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #fairy writes

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dervaaas · 1 year

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Bites

Characters: Vanitas; Noe Archiviste; Dominic De Sade; Jeanne; Louis De Sade; August Ruthven; Roland Fortis; Astolfo Granatum; Jean-Jacques Chastel; Chloed Apchier.

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пн! описание крови, укусов(?) Reader has a tendency to bite people, and she has very sharp teeth.

Luca without gifs due to limitation..

Vanitas

For a human, you bite pretty hard and that's a fact. He had already decided that Noe had attacked him, but he was seriously hurt when he turned around and saw you. He thinks your inclination is strange for a person, so he assumed that you grew up in a circle of vampires, and watching them took their habits. He will complain to everyone. They say there will be no neck left and who will save the vampires? Clearly, he will set conditions for your attempt on his soul. It already depends on personal principles.

Noe Archiviste

Do you hear? Someone is shouting. In Paris, they will definitely hear all his screams. Noe didn't notice you, that was what caused his screams, and then your bite wasn't so loud, but come on, it was more like a moan or a scream. You've known him since childhood, even when he lived with people, you used this tin to tease him, but later it turned into a habit. Naturally, as a child, he did not like this gesture, he told you about it, for a while you stopped, but again returned to it. Over time, when the Faceless Noe took him away and begged him to take you away, you began to bite others when you got used to them. When Dominic drank his blood for the first time, I realized that compared to you, this is a mosquito. And even more surprising is the fact that compared to a vampire, you don't drink blood, but you bite much more painfully than berserkers.

Dominic De Sade

I was terrified of you. For a while I thought you were trying to hurt Noe, and later Louis. You didn't try to bite her, she shies away from you like a cat from a vacuum cleaner, and then he may not catch up right away that he won't do anything to him. But you are not a vacuum cleaner, but a person whom Domi is afraid of. Over time, of course, she got used to spending more time with you, all the time that you didn't communicate, she was running around with guys. In the castle, when you were playing with dolls, you had a desire to bite her not much, because the guys said, "Even a vampire would envy such a grip," it didn't work out, maybe the guys would say that it really wasn't much compared to ordinary bites. Dominic got scared, dropped the doll and screamed. It scared you yourself, everyone who was was approaching. But later everyone was sitting drinking tea and you were offended by the conditions of your "bites".

Jeanne

I've seen you bite Noe, Dominic and Vanitas more than once. I thought it was strange. Of course, he won't ask directly, but it's much better to listen to a conversation on this topic. Right? But I didn't have to eavesdrop, because Luka asked you, in a sense to her relief. She is surprised by the fact that it is quite painful for a person to bite, and also that it eventually turned into a habit of degeneration of attachment. Oh, she tried to kill you after that, not so much for herself as for Lukius. There are many ways, but why this one? People are strange.

Luca Oriflamme

Subjected to your attempts. The whole Altrus is not happy. First of all, he suffered a panic due to pain shock. Yes, the boy has a much increased pain defect. Seriously, he will shy away from any person. You're lucky that Jeanne wasn't there at that moment, she wouldn't have come out alive from there. When his attempts to escape became more subtle, he came up and asked:

- Y/N why did you bite me? .. well.. that day.

- Er.. pf.. habit. As a child, I used to bite Noe to tease him. It became a habit, and later when I met Dominic and her brother, it already became a "symbol" of affection. I can't get rid of the habit, and I just love biting, I have no desire to get rid of it.

- It means.. I'm dear to you!!?

- Calm down, I didn't say that.

Louis De Sade

If you were vampires, the principle of "blood for blood" would work for you, but you don't drink it. Perhaps the two of you were making fun of Noe. He saw you bite him more than once, thought that people had strange habits. But one day he got under the distribution. You crept up on him, of course he noticed it, but he gave you the feeling of a "hunter" to amuse yourself. He really thought that you were just trying to scare him, but unexpectedly for him you bit his neck, he was scared and very much, first of all he thought that people also have their "cursed" ones. After that, when everything was clarified, he said: "Are you really human? I would understand if you're a vampire and you bite really hard.. but is this normal for a person?"

August Ruthven

I've seen or even heard about your inclination. Oh, believe me, he was angry when he found out that you bit Luka and it hurt him. I was at a loss when Luka ran and said: "A man was privizal to me." I thought it so affects vapiriv bites of people, maybe people also have something similar to poison? He'll definitely kill you if you try to bite him.

Roland Fortis

Epf.. if you are not familiar, then how should he punish you if you are a vampire. He is not familiar with the feeling of being bitten by a vampire, but why does he say that it is much more painful than vampires? Hmm, perhaps from the stories of other people and reliable sources? If this is our situation in this case - you know each other when you met in the catacombs, yes.. you made them take them with you, they say I'll be needed. And she really made me buy time for Noe and Vanitas.. you just bit Rolond... Is it worth saying that he screamed? Oh, yes, you bit through the skin because of this, he decided to fight with you, mistaking you for a vampire. Except Noe threw you far away. Honestly, Noe and Vanitas strained your bite at Rolonda's neck- they were worried about their carcasses. Well, as soon as he finds out that you are a person, he will be surprised and obviously ask questions and a lot.

Astolfo Granatum

Scared? That's not saying enough. Although 13 vampires drank his blood, but with such strength as you have not yet been. He's surprised by the fact that you're not a vampire, but you bite hard. It annoys him that he has relaxed his vigilance. He is not the one who flatters (oh, even very much LIKE) the fact that you bite only him, how much pain it brings. According to him, it would be better if he fought a vampire half-dead than to experience your bites again. But, purely in secret, how the hell does he flatter it, does he admit it? Of course not, maybe in death he will still say, but this is not for sure.

Jean-Jacques Chastel

I noticed your strangeness when I met Chloe. It really hurt him, it couldn't even compare to how Chloe bites in a rage. Of course, he was also a man once, but perhaps this oddity appeared with a new generation? How long have you been trying to attack him? Oh, for a long time and even very long, longer than with Chloe herself, of course she is perceptive and she herself understood what all this is about, but Jean-Jacques is Jean-Jacques. He is somewhat shy, so he was just embarrassed to be in your presence, especially after Chloe's explanation of your actions. He has a feeling of affection only for Chloe and you are not in this row, no matter how you turn it. But maybe in the future you will win over the Zhivodansky beast?

Chloed Apchier

Chloe saw you when she was very young and was promised again that this child would return her "humanity". Later you were taken away from Zhevodan to your family's estate. Chloe was left alone with Jean again, waiting for the day when you will be brought back. And at the age of four, you are taken to her to introduce you closer. You've played a lot of games, you even had to invent your own. There are a lot of bruises and bruises behind your shoulders. By the age of 14, you are taken back to Zhevodan to fulfill the promise of your great-grandfather. She's really surprised how you've grown. She really wanted to repeat the times when you played together, but damn you're here for one thing..

- Chloe, I will not fulfill the promise I made to you in the past.

- why?

- Do you think I, as a person, have the opportunity to rewrite the world of formulas? Is it neither the element of humans nor weak vampires? There's nothing I can do to help.

I'm even very surprised how. If so, what could have gone wrong in this situation? So it's that you just walked up and didn't find her, and at some unexpected moment bit her neck. For the first time in a long time, she experienced severe physical pain. How many lives, and there was no such thing. After a "little" heart-to-heart conversation, it was enough for her to understand that your unexpected attack is just a habit that you just can't get rid of. Over time, she began to catch your views and she is already preparing for another attack.

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