Hi! May I request a vanitas x reader? where reader is a vampire and vanitas wants the reader to drink his blood. After many hesitation the reader finally gives in but feels guilty for liking his blood and hurting him from drinking his blood
Hi! Yes of course! But first off all let me apologize for taking so long and second of all... I kinda went overboard and got pretty much side-tracked so it may be way too long and not what you had in mind at all. I hope you don't mind! And if you do, feel free to send in a new ask! But until then enjoy!
~Vanitas with a reader who is hesitant to drink his blood~
Lately you felt on edge everytime you would meet up with your boyfriend Vanitas.
For quite some time now he has been pestering you about drinking his blood when you're together. He claimed he is curious how it would feel having someone you love (you blushed at that and his teasing undertone) drink your blood and experience the side effects, good and bad.
Vanitas liked to tease you, a lot, that you must be curious how his blood tastes and how sweet you must think it smells everytime he comes back with new scratches after another cursebearer healing escapade, that you so graciously always patched up for him.
But you refused every time, saying that you don't want to hurt him. Even as a vampire, spilling even a drop of blood of someone precious to you made you uneasy, especially when that person in question was a human, a really strange one, but still a human. And they were much more fragile than vampires und you were really afraid of accidentally hurting him as well.
But that didn't mean that Vanitas' teasings didn't have some truth to them. You really thought that his blood smelled sweet and you were sure that it must taste just as delicious. You knew Noé shared the same sentiment, so it wasn't like you were the only vampire Vanitas' blood had such an effect on.
And that was another reason that made you restrain yourself. You didn't want him to see you as just another vampire after his blood. You knew there must have been plenty in his life time already.
But it wasn't until a few days later, that this internal conflict of yours would finally come to an end
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It was another night where you were waiting in Noé and Vanitas' shared hotel room at hotel chou chou for both of them to return since they've been out to take care of another cursebearer that's been making the news lately.
You always stayed up waiting for them since you took it upon yourself to help both of them with their scratches and wounds they would obtain during the fights with a cursebearer. They assured you it wouldn't take more than a few hours but the clock was already nearing the 1AM mark and you were impatiently pacing around the room. Even though you knew that they both knew what they were doing, it still made you nervous to think about possible complications. What if they've run into Chasseurs?
It wasn't until way past 2AM that the door finally opened. You turned around to see only Vanitas stepping into the room, quite battered up, but still showing a smirk as he sees you waiting for him, first-aid kit in hand.
"Ah, (Y/N), how nice to see you waiting for me~"
"What took you so long? And where is Noé?" you approached him with an worried expression.
Vanitas' smirk turned into a sigh.
"The whole case took an unexpected turn and as it turned out we had to deal with more than one patient" he explained.
You threw a quick look over his shoulder and to the door. Noé didn't come back yet.
"And where is Noé?"
The young man walked past you and threw himself onto his bed with a groan, you sat beside him.
"Apparently we made quite the ruckus while trying to restrain the cursebearers so I could heal them and it seems like even old man Orlok took notice and sent his two servants to assist us. Since they have to report back to him, Noé, the fool, insisted that he comes with so he could tell our side of the incident, too. I hope they escort him back, I don't feel like getting him" he explained and mumbled the last part face-down into his pillow.
You gave him a once-over.
"Seems like they really got you this time, huh?"
Your boyfriend only grumbled in response and you opened up the first-aid kit.
With a quick glance at your exhausted looking boyfriend you added, "Guess I'll have to stay here the whole night then, since I'll have to wait for Noé"
Vanitas looked up from his pillow with a smirk.
"Ooooh, so (Y/N)-Chan and I will have the whole night for ourselves~ What could we be possibly doing-Ouch!" you interrupted him with a slap on the back of his head.
"I can tell you what I will be doing. I'll patch up your wounds. And you will follow my instructions, so sit up and take off your coat. I don't want you bleeding into the blanket more than necessarily. Poor Amelia always has to clean up the mess"
He followed, but not without some grumbling, and threw his coat over the nearest chair, then he took off his tie-ribbon and started with the buttons of his dress shirt when he hesitates.
You knew why. You knew about Doctor Moreaus' human experiments and the scars. You've seen them before, even though on accident, but a few days later on a quiet night Vanitas relented and finally told you a few things about his past. You noticed that he omitted a lot of Information then, but you didn't care since you were happy enough that he would tell you anything so personal in the first place.
"It's fine," you reassured him. That made him undo the rest and throw the shirt over the same chair as his coat before sitting down on his bed next to you.
He was quiet. From exhaustion, you assumed, so you began to clean his wounds with antiseptic and dress them in bandages and band-aids. It was a quiet process and when you finished you got up to store away the first-aid kit when two arms sneaked around your waist and you were suddenly sitting on Vanitas' lap, your back on his chest, with him grinning up at you while placing his chin on your shoulder.
"Soooo, now that you have finished helping me, don't you think it's time that I help you?" he asked with an suggestive undertone.
"In what way?" you asked, trying to ignore the intense look in his eyes you looked away.
"Well, for starters you could drink my bloo-"
"NO!" your head whipped around to face Vanitas again, "I told you, I don't want to hurt you, so I won't"
Vanitas gave you a smile, "Ah but I already told you, your fang's venom will make this so much more bearable and, dare I say, pleasurable for me, and you of course, so there is no need to worry. And I know you'll be gentle" he started, "and also I've seen the way you looked at my blood during the wound-cleaning, while I commend your self-restraint I know that the smell of my blood must seem quite intoxicating to you and since it's you, I'll be more than happy to indulge you. Let's call it a gift from me to you for always helping me, how about it?"
You hesitated. You've had this exact same conversation many times before but this time there was a small part telling you to just listen to Vanitas saying that it's alright.
But is it really? Just because he says so? He tends to do things he doesn't 100% agree with , that much you have learned. So was this really coming from his heart or from this dark, self-destructive part of him that sometimes seems to take hold of him. You didn't want that and it scared you to think you could do things to him he doesn't want. So you don't.
You tried to stand up and get out of this grip but he tightened his grip around your waist, not enough to hurt but enough for you to know that he won't let go so easily.
"I just don't understand. Does it... make you that uncomfortable?" his voice was quiet and he had a thoughtful look on his face, almost sad, "or do I?"
At that you turned around in his arms and took his face in your hands. His somber face made you sad yourself, you just couldn't let him think that it's his fault when it's you overthinking everything.
So you decided to tell him what's plaguing your mind lately.
"No, that's not it! Vanitas, you're right, I want to drink your blood. To be honest I have never in my life smelled something sweeter than yours. And yes, I want to know how it tastes so bad but I can't. I don't want to be like every other vampire that ever wanted to drink your blood. I love you, Vanitas, so I don't want to hurt you, how could I hurt someone I love? That's impossible!"
You fell silent after your little outburst. Vanitas didn't say anything, his head down. His shoulders begin to slightly shake and you thought he was about to cry.
"V-vanitas...?"
He burst out into laughter, shaking you with him in his arms. You didn't know whether to be offended that he was laughing at what you just told him or to be sad that he wasn't taking you seriously. Before you could voice your anger he suddenly looked up, directly into your eyes, a care-free smile on his face like you've never seen before and sparkles in his eyes. Taken aback you didn't know what to say.
Your boyfriend chuckled, "My, you're quite the overthinker, aren't you, my dear (Y/N)?"
You were confused and it was visibly showing on your face.
Vanitas took his hands from your waist and instead grabbed yours and held them against his chest.
"(Y/N)" he addressed you, voice and expression changing into a serious tone," do you really think I would offer anyone my blood? No, I'm not even giving a single drop to Noé, that idiot, nor would I offer it to anyone else but you. You know why? Because I..." he took a deep breath, "I care about you, more than anyone else. I know that you're not like anyone else, otherwise I wouldn't show myself this... This vulnerable to you. I trust you. And I appreciate your help with everything and while, yes, I'm also really curious about you drinking my blood, I also really want to give something back to you. For not leaving me and always being at my side" during his speech his voice became quieter and while a small blush started to dust his cheeks he also started to avert your gaze, being embarassed. A really cute and almost enticing sight, you thought, especially since he's still completely shirtless.
And it wasn't like you weren't blushing yourself.
Vanitas being so open about himself and his feelings was something really rare and completely unexpected. This way he was much more agreeable unlike his always closed off and teasing side.
He gulped but didn't dare look up when he said, "I... Want to give myself to you. My blood and everything else if you want..."
This raw display of emotion and trust touched a place deep inside your heart and you could feel tears forming into your eyes. You were glad Vanitas felt this way, the same as you did for him.
"So it is okay for me to drink your blood? You really want it, too?"
Finally he looked at you again, still blushing but with a small smile, "Yes, take as much as you want"
And with these last words, after all this time of second guessing yourself, every guilty thought and restraint flew off you. Vanitas released your hands he still held and you immediately grabbed him by his bare shoulders, leaning down to his neck and sinking your fangs into his flesh, the sweetest liquid you've ever tasted soon filling your mouth.
You heard him hiss and tensed up, immediately wanting to pull away but he placed a hand on the back of your head and began to caress your hair, telling you that it's fine and to keep going.
At that you relaxed again, leaning against him and causing him to sink on his back onto the bed, you hovering above him, still drinking from him. You could hear his breath starting to get quite heavy and coming out in little puffs.
He seemed quite... Taken with the situation he's in, skin blushed and more warm to the touch than usual. And so were you. Drinking his blood meant that you were also ingesting your own venom your fangs simultaneously have been injecting him with and it's side effects made you feel quite warm inside yourself. Warm and calm, and above all, connected with Vanitas like you've never felt before. It was a truly divine feeling and it felt... addicting...?!
You pulled your fangs from your boyfriends' neck and sat up, searching for any signs of discomfort in him, while licking any remaining blood from your lips. But he only looked back up at you, eyes lidded, breathing heavily and blushing, holding his mouth shut with one hand.
"Are you alright?" you asked concerned. He gulped and nodded, taking a moment to collect himself before he answered, albeit a bit shakily, "I'm fine, really"
You let out a relieved breath and let your self sink down onto his chest again and began to think to yourself. You really liked his blood, it was the best you ever tasted and it was already clear to you that you wanted to drink it again. But was that really alright? What if after this experience he never wanted to experience again? Would it be your fault?
A hand on your head made your train of thought stop.
A small chuckle erupted from your boyfriends' chest, "Hehe, would you stop thinking so much about it, I'm fine and you did very well"
"Really? You mean it?"
"Yes"
You looked up to him and noticed him intensely staring at you. Your gaze was slowly drawn down to his lips. He noticed and did the same, taking the initiative and slowly drawing closer, your lips almost touching when...
Boom! The door flew open. You both practically flew apart.
"VANITAS, (Y/N), LOOK! COUNT ORLOK GAVE ME SOME SNACKS FOR MURR- uhm. Am I interrupting something?"
hello!! :D may i request hcs on how vanitas would react if you just suddenly held his face and called him a pretty boy? i've finished the vnc recent chapters and i am so devastated </3 vanitas deserved so much better
Thank you for your request I hope you enjoy!! (Also since I will have finally some time again to work on this blog I will keep my ask box open for the whole week and will then start to work on any requests on the weekend. So feel free to send them in!)
~Vanitas with a reader that suddenly holds his face and calls him pretty~
Flustered ™
So flustered
No matter how smug he acted before, teasing you about something, the second you interrupt him to grab his face to pull him down to your eye level, cooing at him what a pretty boy he is, he shuts up immediately.
With wide eyes and his face a glowing red he'd look at you for a solid minute, speechles.
Then, when it all starts to sink in, he'd sputter, rumbling out some incoherent words while hiding his face in his hands.
You can make out something along the lines of "don't make jokes like that" and how he will get back at you for this.
When he looks up again, slowly recovering from his flustered state, the sincere smile you're still gracing him with makes him pause, the genuineness of your words finally kicking in.
Vanitas isn't used to people directing compliments at him, hell, he doesn't even have good words to spare at anyone himself.
So having you, someone who he slowly came to accept (and lov-) as his partner, call him something cute like that kinda hits different for him.
Even though it will take some time for him to accept your words as true, with time he will get used to being called pretty by you, either in a genuine or teasing manner.
At least on the outside (how he reacts on the inside is a whole different story).
But Vanitas would not be Vanitas if he doesn't try to avert the attention from him to you instead, now starting to tease you back, saying how beautiful you are, throwing various over-the-top compliments at you.
At this point it becomes a game for you two to outdo each other with your compliment game, Vanitas turning from a 'pretty boy' into 'the most handsome men you ever had the opportunity to feast your eyes on' and you becoming 'the most beautiful rose that shines brighter than gold'.
At some point he will become so comfortable in your little compliment spiel that, if it's been a few days already since your last one, he will simply saunter up to you, grabbing your hands to put them on either side of his face with a smirk and hooded eyes, teasing you "Who is your pretty boy, huh~?"
Hello, I just wanted to say thank you for being one of the few people that write for Vanitas. I love your work! May I request a scenario with Vanitas where his s/o reader (she/her) had a nightmare and he wakes up and notices something wrong and tries to comfort her in any way he can? I’m just craving some major fluff with him since I just read the latest chapters of VNC. Thank you so much and I hope you have a good day <3
Heyyy, thank your for your request! I hope you enjoy! (I am absolutely not satisfied with what I have written, I’m so sorry)
~Vanitas comforting a reader who had a nightmare~
Screaming. Smoke rising into the blood red sky. The smell of burned flesh. Bloody hands reaching for you from beyond the smoke, pulling at your clothes, flames slowly eating their way up into their skin. Pain. You're burning. You can't escape their grasps, the flames engulf you whole. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts!
With a gasp you jolt awake, shooting into an upright position. Gasping for air you claw at your throat. It feels like you can't breath, as if smoke is filling your lungs. Tears shoot into your eyes, it all felt so real. You think you can still smell the smoke, feel their hands grabbing you, trying to pull you into the fire. You let out a sob for you have never experienced such terror before from a simple nightmare. Never before had a dream shaken you this much.
The rustling of bedsheets next to you startles you out of your nightmare-induced panic attack. You quickly look to your right to see Vanitas stirring next to you, his back to you, blanket over his head. It wasn't often that the male would choose to share his sleeping space with someone, prefering to rest alone or on the top of the hotel roof if the temperatures allowed it. But being in a relationship with you, and that for quite some time now, made the trust between you two grow so that he slowly began to show himself vulnerable around you and allowing himself to let his guard down. It was a slow process, one with many setbacks on the way, but it was worth it and you have never experienced a bond more precious. Something you would never dare to disrupt.
Seeing him slowly awake made you turn away from him, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed and hastily trying to dry your tears. You can hear him groan groggily before he sits up himself.
“Hm? (Y/N)? Why are you up?”, Vanitas sounds still half asleep, his voice raspy.
You clear you throat, trying to sound normal and erasing any shakiness evident in your voice, “I’m f-fine, Vanitas, just-just a bit thirsty, that’s all.” And you failed to sound normal, your voice shaking despite your efforts.
More rustling and a, for once not gloved, hand sits itself on your shoulder. You jump up before Vanitas can say anything, his hand sliding off your shoulder, and quickly make your way to the bathroom, “Guess I’m gonna get m-myself a glass of water” at this point you should have just stayed quiet, that would have been way less suspicious.
In the bathroom you splash some water in your face, trying to calm down. Your eyes are red and puffy from crying and your hands are still shaking from the stress, the fear. The images of the blood red sky, the fire, the grabbing hands are still ingrained into your mind. Leaning on the sink you stare at the water going down the drain, as if in some sort of trance. The smell of smoke starts rising to your senses again-
A knock on the bathroom door startles you out of your thoughts, quickly turning off the faucet you dry your hands and face. Looking at you in the mirror you check to see if you’re presentable enough (which you’re not) but you presume that the darkness of the bedroom shall aid you to mask your miserable existence. Taking a deep breath you open the door, a sad excuse of a smile on your lips.
Before you stands Vanitas, his clothes messy and his hair tangled (he never moves in his sleep but still manages to wake up as if he fights 100 people in his sleep). Despite his actually kinda cute appearance, he has a serious look on his face, looking you directly in the eyes.
“Soooo, and to bed I go again, good night, haha...” you try to light up the tension, unsuccesfully. You avert your gaze, quickly scurrying past him to the bed, back turned to where you left your boyfriend standing. You quickly lay down, pulling the blanket over you and hoping that your boyfriend does you the favor of just going back to sleep himself. You don’t want to burden him with your mind. You may not know much about Vanitas, but what you know about him and his past is not pretty. You feel like you shouldn’t bother him with your load, too.
As you lay there in silence you wonder if Vanitas is still standing at the bathroom door just as you can feel a weight sit down on your side of the bed, slightly leaning against your back. A hand finds its way to your shoulder again, firmly turning you around on your back and pulling down the blanket you used to hide your face with.
You come face to face with Vanitas again, his gaze never wavering as he stares into your unsure eyes. Then he sighs before leaning down and laying his cheek on your shoulder, eyes closed. Meanwhile his hand moves to hold your other shoulder in a tight grip. You gulp, “Uhm, Vanitas wouldn’t it be better if you went back to slee-”
“(Y/N)” he firmly interrups you “you had a nightmare.” It was more a statement than a question.
“Uhm, as I said, I was just thirsty...” oh God you were such a bad liar.
“Then where is your glass of water? You said you wanted to grab one.”
“Well...” what were you supposed to say? Vanitas was smart and you were sure he saw through your horrible act right from the start. Who wouldn’t, really.
He moves a hand to grab a strand of your hair and twirls it around his finger, “I’d like to think that when you decide to lie to me, that you would be at least smarter about it and not so obvious. Then I would have waited until morning to confront you. But seeing how you are now, I dont think I should do that.”
You just continue to lay there, saying nothing to that, so he continues, “I’m somewhat a professional nightmare-haver myself, as you know, so I know it when someone had a nightmare, when I see it.” his little side jab doesn’t get past you. A little reminder of the countless nights you had stayed with him after he had a nightmare. The first few times you were met with reluctance and rejection, aggression even. But with time it all turned into comfort and longing, him coming to you voluntarily into your already open arms. How must he feel, knowing that you weren’t willing to seek the same comfort from him as he does from you?
“Vanitas, I’m sorry” you began to explain yourself, simply wraping your arms around him, pushing his cheek further into your shoulder, “I just don’t want to add to your worries. I feel like my problems are insignificant compared to yours.”
At first he is silent. Then you hear a snort, followed by laughter, your shoulder vibrating with him shaking. While he laughs he lets go of your hair and moves to hover above you, his hands on the left and right side of your head, letting his forehead drop onto yours, albeit a bit forceful.
“Owwww!”, you whine as your foreheads connect.
“Take this instead of a flick on your forehead,” he scolds you as his laughter died down, the serious look now back on his face, focused to stare into your eyes again. “What do you think we are, huh? Strangers? Simple accaintances? Or lovers? Weren’t you the one always telling me to rely on you? Didn’t you say that is what lovers do?”
That you did indeed say, more often than you can count. Wishing for the walls around his heart to come down around you. You didn’t expect him to throw these words right back at you, though, Especially since he never was someone to outright admit that you both were in a relationship. Something he was strangely shy and secretive about.
You sigh in defeat and look away, not being able to bear his imploring gaze any longer. But he doesn’t let you off that easily, “And to be clear: I don’t want your pity. If you think your burden is less significant than mine and therefore not worthy being listened to, then I don’t see how we can say our relationship is one of trust, when we can’t trust each other equally with all the good and bad things, do you understand?” he stops temporarily to grip your chin and turn your head so you look at him again before he continues, a strange type of intensity in his voice, you could swear that even in the darkness of the room, only illuminated by the light still coming from the open bathroom door, that you can see a light blush on his face, “You were the one that taught me how to open up, how to seek comfort in another and not bear my burden alone. It was because of you that I realized that solitude is not a strenght when you have the support of someone- s-someone important to you” he stammers the last bit, you can feel the heat of his face on your own. That didn’t mean yours didn’t feel any hotter. And with that also came a sense of relief and tears and you couldn’t do anything more than let out a simply thank you between your sniffling. You didn't realize before how you needed to hear these words. To hear that it's okay to seek comfort in him too. With that alone you could already feel the tension of the nightmare fall off of you.
Completely opposite from how he acted before, Vanitas let out a simple huff and a “you’re welcome” and opted to ruffle your hair before rolling to his side of the bed again, his back to you and blanket thrown over him again. As if his great declarations from just now where starting to catch up to him, he stuttered out a last sentence, “S-so we’re clear, when something is weighing on your mind, you b-better talk with me about it or else I can’t help you! Doesn’t matter where or when...”
Ah, that’s why you like him so much. For being so caring in his own unique way.
Turning around to your boyfriend you simply press yourself against his back with a small smile while thanking him again and wishing him a good night before letting out a simple ‘I love you’. You only hear him grumble in response.
A VNC writing blog?? Wowwww!! May I request Roland Fortis having a crush on a female reader? You have the right to decline this request! Make sure you drink a lot of water today!
I'm not saying that Roland is my favorite character BUT he totally is my favorite character. Thank your for the request and I hope you enjoy! (And also I wrote this assuming the reader is a human)
~Roland with a crush on a fem!reader~
Roland with a crush on someone would act like he does with everyone else he is on good terms with, the only difference is that he would do so with a bit more ✨gusto✨.
If you're a chasseur too, then conversations with you would be plenty. He'd seek you out on every occasion that he can, checking the catacomb's tunnels and meeting spaces you seem to frequent the most, hoping to meet you, even if it is to only get a few words in before someone (most likely Olivier) comes to drag him away to his chasseur duty.
If you're a normal civilian, then he'd make sure to drop by at your workplace when he's on patrol or on a free day out. Even then, these won't be that frequent since his duty to the church has to come first and his free time is pretty limited.
Chasseur or not, every conversation would be filled with smiles and compliments nonetheless, adding the casual touch on the arm or back here and there. But only as long as he doesn't sense that you're uncomfortable with what he's doing. Otherwise he'd stop immediately.
Roland is really perceptive, especially more so when it comes to his crush, so when he notices that you seem down, he'd either try to subtly slip in some funny remarks to cheer you up, or he'd straight up ask you what's wrong when he is sure no one else is around. No matter what's wrong, he makes sure to properly think about it and provide you with an idea or solution. Even though they often seem to be way too straightforward for your taste, you appreciate the effort and willingness to help.
But don't be mistaken, even though he seems goofy and airheaded most of the time, when the situation calls for it he will do a 180 degree turnaround and become quite serious. Especially when he senses that your problems seem to be part of something bigger or, dare he say, dangerous, he will not hesitate to insert himself into the sitution in an attempt to take care of it, for your safety and his peace of mind.
When he's free, he likes to invite you out for a day in Paris. He'd prefer to do something outside because he rarely is able to truly enjoy the sun since he spends most of his time underground in the chasseur quarters or on missions where there is no time to carelessly enjoy the weather.
He is a big fan of piloting aircrafts so he can't imagine something more romantic and thrilling than flying over the Parisian rooftops and vast fields around the city.
Other than that the would enjoy a casual stroll around the neighborhood with you, but be aware that, should you not have at least a decent sense of orientation, you will get lost easily and probably not reach the destination you initialy intended.
Roland doesn't mind getting lost with you though, since he has an excuse to spend more time with you (lol). On these strolls you guys talk about nearly anything (except church related things should you not be a chasseur) and he will even tell you a few stories about his family, about Olivier even but you have to swear to never tell on him or else Roland will be in for a lot of yelling.
Will buy you little trinkets that remind him of you he saw in passing somewhere while wandering around. Like a little flower clip for your hair or a bookmark since you once mentioned how you seem to always lose them.
Will talk about you to Olivier. Not like full-on fangirling (fanmaning???? Is there a male counterpart idk pls help) but he will make some comments like "(Y/N)'s hair was really pretty today!" or "I think this a lot but earlier I noticed again just how radiant her smile is!"
Olivier will just sit there and listen, maybe grumble a bit. Roland knows it's because his friend thinks it's just a passing fancy the blond has for you but he knows and feels that this is not the case. Not with you. So he will just continue to update the fellow paladin with little things about you, no matter what he wants.
But other than Olivier no one else will know about his crush for you. He can't risk you becoming another target for the church, besides his family, should they decide to punish him for some of his misbehaviors.
Other than that he will be pretty open about his feelings for you should you confront him about them. But he won't confess otherwise without you speaking up about them first, or even confessing yourself! So it's basically up to you if you want to stay friends forever and ever and ever and ever or if you want something more out of the relationship between you two. Your choice!
I’m so glad your requests are open again because I’m happy to have found another Vanitas blog! May I request something for Lord Ruthven and Olivier (if that’s too much, just Ruthven please) and them comforting their s/o after that had a bad/stressful day? Spoilers are okay, because I do read the manga. Thank you in advance!
Due to time reasons (and my inability to keep things short) I only managed to write for Ruthven since I didn’t want to wait any longer to write the request. I’m sorry. But still I hope you enjoy nonetheless!
Warning for small manga spoilers about the vampire senate!
~Lord Ruthven with a reader that had a bad and stressful day~
(for this I’m just gonna assume that the reader is a vampire, for convenience sake)
Working for the senate was never easy. Not being a member yourself but being responsible for the archive and it’s confidential documents, you held a big responsibility. A really big one that can often turn quite stressful. It was your job to hand out scrolls and any documents the members of the senate needed for the next meeting and to keep track of every single book that left the archive. All under the order of her majesty herself (or so you’ve been told).
That usually proofs to be quite tasking, documents often didn’t find their way back to the archives on their own so you had to track down the member of the senate that had them last in their possession to get them back.
Some senators would just wordlessly hand them over, not even acknowledging your existence any further. Others would throw an irritating look your way, mostly Lord Bellator, loudly complaining about the way too strict and annoying rules regarding some mere scrolls of paper. Someone like the young lord De Sade you felt like would often purposefully keep the documents longer with him than necessary so you had to seek him out and fall victim to his normally charming (but to you rather tiresome) words.
But you never complained, only doing your job and not letting your annoyance and irritation with the mindless handling of documents of such importance show. That didn’t mean you weren’t mentally and physically exhausted at the end of the day though, having to run around castle Carbunculus and dealing with senators in confrontational ways.
Especially today turned out to leave you quite tired out, just coming back from a word with the hot-headed Lord Bellator after he once again failed to return some scrolls weeks after he needed them. After finally aquiring said documents you locked them away in the archive before laying down your duties for the day.
You didn’t waste any time and directly made your way through the hallways of castle Carbunculus and to the office of the one and only man and member of the senate you could always bear to see.
Stepping into the circular office with the celestial ceiling your eyes immediately fell onto a fire-red mane of hair peaking over mountains of stacked documents on a desk. The faint sound of a metal nib scratching over paper halted immediately. A pair of yellow eyes lifting themselves over the wall of documents and meeting yours, You smile a bit, albeit exhausted, as you step closer.
“Good evening, my dear. How have you been faring?” the man before you greets you while interlocking his hands and resting his chin on them.
You simply sigh in response, straighening your shoulders in the process, “Quite well, August, quite well.”
The man in question raises his one visible eyebrow, that is not covered by his eyepatch, in amusement, “For that you seem quite fatigued to me.”
At that you simply stare at him before the words basically flow out of you like a waterfall, unable to contain the frustration of the day any longer. You fall into a tirade about your day, complaining about everything that bothered you today. Walking back and forth, wildly gesturing with your hands, you especially complain about Lord Bellator and his irresponsible handling of confidental documents, his rude behavior towards you and his audacity to even think so light of her majesty’s rules, even as one so loyal to the crown as he is.
Ruthven watches you during your rant, eyes following you as you energetically walk around the room, lost in your own world as you complain. He occasionally hums in agreement to show that he’s listening. Only that you were too occupied to notice.
After 15 minutes of you talking and talking, complaining and complaining and venting your frustrations you stop, breathing heavily from your frantic movements around the room to underline your intense emotions about the prior events. You turn towards your lover, expecting him to still sit at his desk but to your surprise you find it empty, the massive stacks of papers completely abandoned, seeing him instead standing before one of the many shelves filled with books and strange machinery lining the walls, his broad back turned towards you. One of his hands slowly brushes over the spines of some books delicately adorned with golden lettering.
Thinking that maybe your long tirade had started to annoy him you slowly approach him, an apology, that you disturbed him when he so obviously had a lot of work on his desk still, on your lips. But before you can say anything the old vampire pulls one of the books out of its place on the shelf and turns towards you, a small smile on his lips. He chuckles at your unsure expression before offering his free hand to you, “My, what a tiresome day you had, my dear. Come, I think you need to rest.”
You take his hand and he guides you to the cushioned seating area at the window of his office. Sitting down first he then sits you down next to him before gently grabbing you by your head and slowly pulling it down onto his lap. His one hand stays on your head, occasionaly giving your hair light strokes.
Surprised you look up to him only to see him still hold the book from earlier with his other hand, the cover now visible to you. “Les fables de La Fontaine” it read in golden letters.
“A fairy tale book?” you wonder aloud.
The man nods, “Francis brought this with him from one of his travels in the human world and gifted it to me. He said it is easy on the mind and that made me think that I should perhaps read it to you” he explained while skillfully opening the book with one hand.
That made you slightly scoff with a smile; “What am I to you? A child?”
The hand stroking your hair halts before it starts ruffling through it, making you laugh at the gesture. Yellow eyes swimming in amusement peer down at you, “A child definetely not, but it seems to me that today may have left you mentally quite fatigued, according to your extravagant stories. I figured reading something heavy to you might as well be considered torture at this point”
You let out a light laugh before agreeing with him, opting to close your eyes instead, in anticipation of hearing him read to you. You always admired Ruthven for his calm yet strong voice, the way he could sway the mass with his words. He wasn’t a senator for nothing and all the centuries working in the diplomatic field have left him extremely verbally skilled. So you weren’t really surprised when the man managed to even sway you with his words full of wisdom and knowledge. Something you seldom found in other people/vampires(?) before.
Moving yourself into a more comfortable position on your lovers lap, you began to relax as he began reading to you the first few verses of the first fable.
A few minutes into listening to him you couldn’t help it and let out a small laugh which made the red-haired vampire pause in his reading, “What is it?” he asked.
Chuckling but still with closed eyes you waved him off, “Nothing, I was just thinking how lucky I am to have someone as considerate as you by my side. And someone that always returns his documents to the archive on time, too!”
“Then I’m glad you think that way,” you could hear the smile in his voice before he continues with his story-telling, slowly and surely lulling you to sleep.
Hii, I just found your blog! How about some hc for any vnc character you like with a short s/o? (if possible female reader) If you can't it's totally okay!
Hi! Sure I can, sorry it took some time. I decided to do the hcs for both Jeanne and Domi this once since I haven't anything written for them yet and cuz the hcs are pretty short (huehuehue). I hope you enjoy!
~Jeanne and Dominique with a short!reader~
Jeanne is pretty small among the cast, even Vanitas is taller than her so having a s/o that's even smaller than her makes her think of you as something she has to protect at all costs.
You're just really precious to her, like a cute and small animal. Something she wants to protectively hold in her crimson gauntlet and hide away from the world.
Because of that you sometimes have to remind her that she doesn't need to be on guard the whole time she is with you on a date in Paris or Altus. Remind her that she is in fact your girlfriend and not your bodyguard and, paired with a quick kiss on her cheek that you can only reach with a little jump, make her blush while she leans down to give you a kiss back to apologize.
Being small while in a relationship with Jeanne has its perks though. Since she's really strong she'll insist on carrying your bags when you take her out for a shopping trip and when there is something you can't reach on a higher shelf she'll simply lift you up for you to grab it.
She's extra gentle with the affections she gives you and any you return cause her heart to make somersaults.
She won't make jokes about your height, since for her it's just who you are and anyone who dares to make fun of you can say hello to Carpe Diem. That is to say, Vanitas totally did call you a midget once and he had to face the wrath of the hellfire witch for that.
Jeanne likes to think of herself as the more dominant one in the relationship, but truly you only need to look up to her with puppy eyes and she's putty in your hands.
Any acts of service that she's used to giving to the people around her become 10 times more meaningful when she's doing them for you even if it's just something like helping you tie up the back or your dress (please let her help, she enjoys doing these small things for you).
And if you happen to return these small (huehue) gestures with some of your own she won't stop blushing.
When you're both around Luca you can feel his slightly jealous gaze towards you. He can't believe that you're so small and still manage to be taller than him. He wishes he were only a bit taller, too. Poor Luca, but he's still happy that Jeanne has someone by her side that she loves. But his eyes tell you, that you're on thin ice.
You and Luca truly are the most important people in her life and if you all three stand next to each other it's like you and Luca are two cute bear cubs with mama bear protectively standing behind you. A cute little family almost.
Dominique absolutely loves that you're smaller than her. She often gushes about your height and how cute you are, even to other people. She doesn't mean it in a teasing way though, she just really thinks that it's a really adorable trait of yours. But she might give you nicknames that plays with the fact that you're short.
When you're out and about in Paris or Altus she insists on linking arms with you because she feels like it's easy for you to get lost in a big crowd.
That said she loves going shopping with you and dressing you up in cute dresses and accessoires, especially when it has a matching outfit for her to go along. If bows and frills absolutely aren't your style you have to make an effort to get her to listen to you since she easily loses herself in the fun of playing dress-up with you.
She might pout a bit when she learns that all the cute things don't match your taste but just as quickly she'll come around and drag you to another store where they sell clothes that suit your preference.
People making fun of your height won't get away easily. She isn't a royal guard for nothing and she'll make sure that any insult towards you will count as an insult towards her and therefore the de Sade family which quickly shuts up about anyone that is a vampire. For other people she resorts to a threatening gaze and they'll cower away.
While she loves taking care of you and being your protector , she really wants to be equally cared for too, even if she might not outright say it. Dominique craves for the simplest of affections that her family deprived her from, so any small gesture from you has a big impact on her heart.
If you have any insecurities about your height she will dissolve them immediately and shower you in affection.
Likes to give you headpats and if you have done something she deems cute she will also lightly pinch your cheek.
Instructs her servants to make accommodations to the tea room when you visit her. Your chair will have extra cushions so you can not only sit more comfortably but also a bit higher if you like. The dessert racks will stand a bit more closely to your side of the table so you don't have to reach that far and the buffet table has a little stepping stool so you can easily reach any dessert that is higher up.
But despite all, the end of the day your height doesn't really matter to Dominique, no matter how many times she likes to mention it. It's just another thing she loves about you since it's a part of you and you can be sure that, as long as you take her for all she is, inside and out, she'll do the same, no matter your height, weight or any thing else. That's for sure.
OMGGG hayy I stumbled across your blog through a reblog and it's nice to see another vnc blog around since the anime is getting more popular! So can I request hcs for noé with a fem!reader who is a afraid of thunder or storms in general? good luck with the blog ✨🍀❤️
Hey! Of course you can and since this is my first request I hope you like it! If I made any mistakes feel free to correct me. Have fun! (but also I wasn't really sure how to incorporate the reader being female since I didn't see any opportunity to do so and therefore didn't mention it anywhere. I hope you don't mind!)
~Noé with a reader who is afraid of thunderstorms~
No matter where or when, as soon as the sky begins to cloud over and turn gray, you instinctively tense up, awaiting the first signs of a storm. You can't help it, the thunder is just so loud and frightening and the lightning always makes you flinch without a warning.
This of course doesn't go unnoticed by Noé, who is very perceptive when it comes to you and your wellbeing. You don't have to say anything, he already knows that thunderstorms scare you. He's seen the same signs in Dominique when they were children and there was a storm raging outside the castle walls.
He knows that one's fears can either develop without any rhyme or reason or be part of a personal story, so as long as you don't talk about it first, he'll keep his curiosity to himself.
That's why he doesn't question you when you slip into his bed while flinching with every lightning that strikes the night sky. He'll just sleepily lift his blanket for you and protectively cage you in his arms, gently caressing your head, where you'll stay until morning.
But be aware that sharing a bed with Noé while being trapped in his iron grip brings the risk of him effectively turning you into his body pillow in his sleep (lol). But rest assured you'd be his favorite one.
In the case that you're both not at the hotel and out and about in Paris while a storm is approaching, he'll put an arm around your shoulders and guide you into the nearest shop or café.
There you'll either browse through the many items and objects you find (-and maybe buy, to farther clutter the hotel room with interesting trinkets, much to Vanitas' chagrin.) or you'll sit far in the back of a café, away from any windows, to distract yourself with delicious treats and beverages while conversing about what you're planning on doing when the weather has cleared up again.
No matter where or when, as long as you're with Noé, you can count on him to take you to a safe place, be it inside a building or directly in his arms, to wait out the terrifying storm.
He loves you, so your comfort becomes his first priority and he'll even carry you over the rooftops in a haste to get you somewhere he deems safe.
He takes his role as your protector very seriously and he hopes that you know that, as long as you're with him, you're safe and that he'll protect you from everything. No matter what. Even from mother nature herself. Or else he'd die trying.
