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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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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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(Hello and thank you so much for reading! I really can’t believe it’s already been two years since I made this blog and started writing/posting fanfiction. Time really flies huh?

Anway, I’d like to take this time to give a big thank you to everyone who follows me, reads my work, and takes the time to leave likes or nice comments. It really makes my day :)

I look forward to being able to share the fics I have in the works going forward with you all. Hope you have a wonderful day and remember to be kind to yourself <3)

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kiatheinsomniac · 11 months

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ohh, don't be sorry about mixing up the request thing, also, congrats for the 2k!

anyways, if your requests are still open, could i request a scenario with vanitas and noé where reader got an injury (you can choose the reason)? tysm if you can and i love your writing, i hope your account gets known even more! <3

☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: AWWWW you're so sweet <33 I'm hoping for more requests about these boys bc I love them so much and I wanna bet more involved in the vnc fandom hehe 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: Vanitas, Noé Archiviste 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: injury mention, none

｡･:*˚:✧｡vanitas

Vanitas is a doctor so his first reaction is to treat you himself. Who else would he trust with your health after all? He’s quick to assess you and seems to have no issue with undressing you in order to make sure he can check your whole body over for injuries. He’s surprisingly professional in the moment and it’s not until he’s completely treated you that he begins to tease you about your state of undress, perhaps with gentle strokes of his knuckles along your thighs or by cupping your warm cheek with how flustering you find his teasing. He’ll order all the food up to the hotel room that you’d like while you’re recovering. He’ll also steal some (a lot) of bites from your food but he’ll just consider it part of his payment for being your doctor <3

｡･:*˚:✧｡noé archiviste

Noé is a lot more panicky. He’s terrified of losing you as he did Louis and so he’s carrying you to the nearest hospital (or even to Vanitas if it’s quicker to get to him). He won’t leave the room at all while you’re being treated and he’ll be flittering about all panicky like a hummingbird. He’ll always be asking what he can do to help and he’s watching over you with those worried foxglove eyes of his. The moment your treatment is complete, he’s sitting down beside you and cupping your face in his hands, resting his forehead against yours in an overwhelming wave of relief. He hasn’t lost you. You’re ok. He’ll ask if there’s anything you want: some food, a drink, a warmer blanket, anything. He’s like a mother hen with you at times but it’s so cute when he gets like that.

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#✎ kia’s 2k event ༉‧ ♡*.✧#vanitas no carte #vanitas no carte x reader #the case study of vanitas #the case study of vanitas x reader #vanitas #vanitas x reader #noé archiviste #noé archiviste 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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lavandulawrites · 3 months

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Masterlist

Attack on Titan

Yandere Alphabet A, C, H and J with Jean

Polished (Yandere Levi x reader)

Bungo Stary Dogs

Yandere Alphabet A, I, N and Z with Akutagawa

Yandere Alphabet H, I, J and S with Atsushi

NSFW Alphabet with Dazai

Yandere Bungo Stray Dogs men on their first date with their darling: Chuuya and Tanizaki

A Wingless Angel (Yandere Jouno x reader)

Yandere Alphabet A, G, I and X with Jouno

Yandere Alphabet A, N, Q and X with Poe

Yandere Alphabet C, I and O with Poe

Yandere Alphabet E, H, T and W with Poe

Demon Slayer

Nothing yet

Genshin Impact

The Grocery Trip (Yandere Alhaitam x reader)

In the Arms of A Longing Man (Yandere Childe/Ajax x reader)

Hurry Before The Dinner Gets Cold (Yandere Dottore x reader)

Yandere Alphabet with Il Dottore

Soft Jazz (Lyney x reader)

Yandere Genshin Men On Their First Date With Their Darling: Venti

Honkai Star Rail

A Crimson Dream (Yandere Sunday x reader)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Fire Escape (Yandere Choso x reader)

Devilish Creatures (Yandere Gojo x reader)

Hiding In the Closet (Yandere Nanami x reader)

Monster

Nothing yet

Moriarty the Patriot

Nothing yet

Obey me

Nothing yet

Tears of Themis

Nothing yet

The Case Study of Vanitas

Nothing yet

Multi fandom/characters drabbles

Men who love eating you out

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adiposewalksaway · 1 year

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Roland Fortis Relationship Headcannons

Roland is one of my favorite characters from The Case Study of Vanitas! I think he is so cute! So, this might be a little long.

Look at that GIF! He is adorable.

He is incredibly affectionate

Kisses you all the time

Loves to press kisses all over your face

Loves when you try to deliver surprise kisses on him, he will absolutely giggle when you try

Will nuzzles his face against you in an attempt to make you smile and giggle

He thinks you are the most beautiful person he’s ever laid his eyes on

Could go on for hours describing your beauty

Doesn’t matter what you look like or how much you weigh

If you have any insecurities about your appearance this boy will convince you otherwise

He’s a lot more perceptive than most give him credit for

He’ll know the best way to calm down any insecurities

Has the best hugs

Is definitely a cuddler

Can’t convince me otherwise

Would love it if you slept on his chest or in his arms

Loves it when you play with his hair and when you run your fingers through it

In general, I think he is going to wake up a lot earlier than you

If you ever have a nightmare, wake him up

He’ll take you into his arms and soothe you or distract you

If that doesn’t work, he’ll make you tea or give you warm milk and listen to you explain or vent

Whatever you are comfortable with and whatever will help you, he’ll make it happen

Great at comfort

Those hugs are warm and make you feel safe

He is easily excitable

He is going to be excited to do anything with you

Would definitely pick you up and spin you around given the chance

I don’t think he would be overly clingy, but I do think in private you would have a hard time getting his hands off of you

Would be really romantic

Whenever he gets time off, you’re going on dates

Plan some of those dates, he will love you thinking about him and putting the effort in

Probably a really good cook and will make your favorite meals whenever you want

Absolutely would make you breakfast in bed

I think he would also be pretty protective of you

And concerned that you might get attacked by a vampire, even after meeting Noé and Vanitas

He knows his occupation as a chasseur has made a couple enemies

He is really strong, so you won’t have to worry about getting hurt when with him

If a situation calls for him to act serious, he will

He is definitely a force to be reckoned with, especially when he gets mad

God help anyone who hurts you

Doesn’t matter if it's only a little scratch

Whoever did it will pay

And I’ll keep saying it, he has the best hugs

#roland fortis x reader #vnc x reader #vnc roland #the case study of vanitas x reader #the case study of vanitas

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wizardfrog69 · 1 year

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I am reading that work of yours about Noe x reader sister Vanitas. And I can't help but think about Vanitas who would be in a relationship with Noe's sister (or brother)

I think it would be funny if Vanitas would let her drink her blood, but not Noe. Lol

Have a good day! You work so hard. I hope you have a good rest and don't forget to eat

I'll write this then :)

'•.¸♡ wisteria ♡¸.•'

Vanitas x Noé's sibling!reader

Fluff

Masterlist

Enjoy!

When Noé first heard from you that you were dating Vanitas he got excited for you, and only you <3 Noé cherishes you greatly and wants you to be happy but Noé knew of Vanitas's hatred toward vampires and didn't you to get hurt.

When Vanitas and Noé talked it out, Vanitas had to convince Noé he doesn't hate you because you are a vampire, Noé saw Vanitas as a brother.

You were happy that the two squabbled less.

When Noé found out Vanitas let you drink his blood he felt betrayed because you and Noé had the same memory thing but only you could drink his blood.

Noé did understand that you were in a more personal relationship but he still wanted to taste Vanitas' blood but he didn't say anything

He did ask you how it tasted out of curiosity but that was it.

Vanitas still doesn't let Noé drink his blood.

༺♥︎༻ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ *ೃ༄ *ੈ ★ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ *ೃ༄ *ੈ ༺♥︎༻

Sorry this is kinda short and I just realised, I should have used a different blue instead of the dark blue.

Oh well, ig I have to deal w/ it.

Have a wonderful day/night and sleep tight!

-Love, Az

#vnc #vnc x reader #vanitas x reader #case study of vanitas #vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #the case study of vanitas x reader #vnc vanitas

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onyxmilk · 9 months

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Vantias x gn!Reader; “Bad Idea Right?”

notes; biggest shoutout to my friend in Italy for hand picking the character and fandom!! inspired by 'Bad Idea Right?' by Oliva Rodrigo. tw; modern!au, bad habits (returning to ex, drinking, drinking then driving), songfic, implied sex. wc; 0.6k

"What do you mean we should end this?" [YourName] asks Vanitas, which made the man shrug "I just don't think we're going to work out." the black haired man repeated. [YourName] blinked a few times before laughing, then realizing this wasn't one of Vanitas' sick jokes- this man really wanted to end things with you!

[YourName]'s head began to spin, and they felt fatigued, but they pushed the feeling aside as much as possible. "I think you should leave." Vanitas spat, "Sir, you're in my fucking apartment." [YourName] said making Vanitas make a small 'o' with his lips. "Well, I'll just collect my belongings and head out then." The man said before walking off to the bedroom section of the apartment.

That happened about six months ago. Things have changed since then, and [YourName]'s friend is trying her bestest to keep [YourName] on track for a better life. But what Jeanne doesn't know won't hurt her, right? "Here, you seem tense." Jeanne states sliding a drink over to her friend, "Thanks." [YourName] replied setting their phone face down.

Jeanne and [YourName] were close, Jeanne was the one who introduced that scum known as Vanitas to [YourName]. She wouldn't have done that if she knew Vanitas was going to drag a relationship on with them for two years before ending things so abruptly. Due to the breakup, Vanitas lost both Jeanne as a friend and [YourName] as a partner.

Jeanne and [YourName] would down a few more shots before turning to fruity drinks. Jeanne told [YourName] she was going to go dancing, finally leaving [YourName] alone with their phone once more. [YourName] entered their passcode to their phone and Vanitas' instagram was already opened. [YourName] couldn't help but smile.

Then a number texted her;

Van👎: 'Hey Angel Face.'

[YourName]: 'What do you need?'

Van👎: 'Not-A-Thing, just you <3'

[YourName] rolled their eyes before setting their phone down when they saw Jeanne walking toward them. "You're here talking to Vanitas?!" The white haired woman stated, "What? Can't two people reconnect?" [YourName] asks before Jeanne snatched [YourName]'s phone before shoving it into her purse and dragging her friend to dance for a little.

When Jeanne was distracted, about thirty minutes later, [YourName] snuck their phone out of Jeanne's purse and checked their messages. [YourName] was 110% not sober, but the smile on their face was genuine when they read Vanitas' last message.

Van👎 (34 min ago): 'New Address; 3468 xxxx xxxxx'

[YourName]: 'Otw.'

All [YourName] could do was stumble out the building, now typically they'd call the an outside driving service, but tonight she needed to get to Vanitas' fast and without Jeanne noticing. So, digging through their jacket pocket they found their keys and smirked. Vanitas' place was only a three minute drive from the place [YourName] and Jeanne decided to drink- how perfect.

[YourName] took a good whiff of cold air before making their way to their car. They inserted the key into the ignition, and [YourName] was off. What should've been 3 minutes for a sober person was five minutes for drunken [YourName]. After pulling up to the drive way, they squealed taking the key out and getting out.

Before [YourName] could process where she was, Vanitas opened the door with a wide smile. His canine poking out, [YourName] rushed to the door all while [YourName]'s brain was trying to think of who else was just as hot as their ex boyfriend, but nothing popped up as [YourName]'s lips met Vanitas' lips.

Vanitas began to strip [YourName] of their jacket when their phone went off- it was Jeanne looking or her friend! A quick 'in bed.' text message later, the two were back to where they left off in their relationship. Make-up sex.

The following morning, [YourName] woke up with a pounding headache and not a clue on where they were. They put on the closest shirt and some underwear before stumbling out the bedroom and into the hallway which led to an open kitchen- and there he stood in all his glory, no shirt, just some sweats, Vanitas.

"Fuck!" [YourName] said realizing what they did, but was there truly any regret? Absolutely not.

#the case study of vanitas x reader #tcsov x reader #Vanitas x reader #anime #anime x reader #x 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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ashthemadwriter-archived · 2 years

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could you do vanitas and atsushi with a gender neutral soulmate who is loud around close friends but shuts down in large crowds with loud noises and whatnot? Thank you, your writing is amazing by the way! Have a great day ♡♡

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs, The Case Study Of Vanitas

Pairings: Atsushi, Vanitas X Gn!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Humor

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: None

Word Count: 0.6K

A/N: Thank you so much! I think you're the only one who requests content for Vanitas on my blog lmao, You should send requests more often! :)

⇝Atsushi

Ok. It's canon that he's a really thoughtful guy. And he kinda relates to you, except that he's not that talkative around close friends either.

At first you were a bit uncomfortable with him too, since you barely knew him, but now that you two are together? Things are different.

Atsushi notices this when he takes you to the agency for the first time. The way you nervously smile as you answer other people's questions with a word or two, or how you keep looking back at the clock to see when it's time for you to leave, he notices how uncomfortable you are and the problem is serious.

So he decides to never force you to go anywhere (he didn't force you the last time, he just asked you and you couldn't say no), and always ask you if you're really willing to go there, not because you have to.

Instead of going out, he arranges the perfect date at home, with just the two of you. He prepares your favorite meal with your favorite dessert, plays games with you that you're interested in to, and also gets a fun movie for you to watch.

To be honest he's more comfortable at home, or alone with just the two of you, so it worked out the best for you.

I'm not saying that he doesn't like going outside. He enjoys fun activities outside with his friends, but wants you to have as much fun as he does.

Will help you get over your anxiety if you want to bet over it, or else wont to talk about it at all because he respects your boundries and doesn't wanna upset you :)

⇝Vanitas

The case is different with this guy.

I'm not saying that he isn't thoughtful, he is; but in his opinion, helping you get over your problem is a part of being thoughtful.

He will convince you to get out of your comfort zone and try to be around people and get used to it, because sometimes you just have to do it and he doesn't want you to suffer when that moment comes.

I was going to say that he will tease you about it, but honestly, there's nothing he can tease you about. So, I think if you refuse to get out of your comfort zone and stuff, he will tease you a bit over things without saying the actual cause why he's doing it.

He won't tease you too much though, since he loves you and hurting you is the last thing he wants to do; but please understand that this is his way of showing you how much he actually cares about you.

He will plan fun activities that you enjoy, but outdoor. You were not really willing at first, but then you had so much fun that you forgot you were outside and didn't feel uncomfortable anymore.

Yup, he's smart and he will use his mind to make you feel better :)

Would encourage you at the end of the day for overcoming your anxiety even if it was only a little bit.

"My god Y/N! You looked so happy when you were on that roller coaster at the theme park, or when you shot all the targets and won a prize! I'm so proud of you!"

To be sincere you were a bit upset at how he was making you get out of you're comfort zone. You thought that he wanted to change you and that he didn't like your current personality, but after a while, you do see the effect that those outdoor activities had on you and how you're able to communicate to people much more comfortable than before.

He does feel bad about it sometimes, so he tries to make it up to you at night, by hugging you tight and slowly caressing you hair, showering you in affection and kisses :>

Reblogs are appreciated! :D

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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.

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