──── 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 ˊˎ - ⊹₊ masterlist / rules ꒰ pairing: Vanitas x vampire! Reader ꒱ ꒰ word count: 1.3k ꒱ ꒰ c.w: mentions blood-drinking ꒱
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⊹ ° 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂: "You don’t hate me, not really." ⊹ ° 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒙 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕: "You have no idea how much I want to tell you everything, but I’m scared of losing what we have." ⊹ ° 𝒅𝒓𝒚𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒊𝒍: "Then let’s just stay here, together. No words needed."
Your fingers tap against the tablecloth rhythmically, dull repetitive thuds drowned out by the yammering of the human seated across from you. What you’ve noticed about Vanitas is that he never shuts up unless he wants to get information out of someone – in which case he’ll finally be quiet and allow the other to run their mouth instead.
The slice of quiche on your plate lays forgotten about, coffee growing cold in its cup. You’ve taken only a bite of the very tip of the slice before losing interest, the flavours dull on your tongue. Instead, it’s the aroma of that insufferable self-proclaimed doctor that has your mouth watering.
You’re no curse-bearer, able to control your thirst, to retain your civility; you’re not like a starved animal being presented with food, more like a child being told they cannot eat their favourite sweet that’s been put in plain sight. You nibble at the inside of your lip, scarred tissue long since made resistant to your sharp fangs, a common occurence amongst vampires who share your little habit.
What doesn’t help is the open window he’s sitting in front of, the breeze blowing his coppery fragrance your way. You can’t help but glance between Domi and Noé, trying to read their body language, watching for the bob of their throats to check if their mouths are watering as much as yours. But you see no such indicators.
Sucking in a deep breath, you clench your jaw and rise to your feet. “Excuse me, but I need some fresh air.” You dismiss yourself and leave before anyone can question you, especially the very empathetic Noé.
You make your way up to the hotel’s roof where you hope you’ll be neither followed nor bothered. But, of course, that would be too much to ask for. You hear that trapdoor that provides access to the rooftop open and close. Letting out a small huff, you turn, expecting to see Noé, but are instead met with the source of your frustrations instead.
“What do you want?” You ask with a raised brow, leaning back on your hands where you’re sat down.
“Hello to you too.” He sits down beside you, cross-legged and with his elbow propped on his knee so he can set his chin on his hand. With those vibrant blue eyes of his, he gives you an analytical look that sours your already bitter mood for no apparent reason. “How have you been feeling lately?”
“I haven’t lost my name to Charlatan if that’s what you’re implying. I’m fine, just feeling a little frazzled or whatever.” You don’t meet his gaze, instead choosing to look out across Paris’ skyline stretching out before you.
Vanitas merely lets out a thoughtful hum as he mulls over your words. You give him no additional hints regarding what’s bothering you – other than the thick amount of saliva you need to swallow as his blood calls out to you across the light breeze.
“And yet you’re thirsty.”
“I’m a vampire, that’s not exactly unusual for me, is it?” You counter, shooting him an unamused glance from the corner of your eye.
“No… but not like this. You look like you’re craving something.” His tone takes on a teasing lilt and that signature smirk of his tugs at the corners of his lips, making you wish to smack it right from his face.
“And you look utterly insufferable.” You scowl, fangs glinting in the light. But your irritation only seems to delight him.
"You don’t hate me, not really~” He replies in that same teasing drawl.
“How much are you willing to bet on that?” You retort in a tone so faux-sweet that it’s almost sickly, allowing your fangs to extend from your smirk. He seems to perk up a little and you can’t help but laugh at the way you hear his heart flutter. “Really?” You raise your brows as you look him up and down. “Does that work on Jeanne?”
“She’s not talking to me anymore.” He shrugs off, getting more comfortable in how he’s sitting. This piques your interest and you don’t like that it does.
“No? Why not? Did she finally realise that you’re utterly insane?”
“I’m not sure. She wouldn’t tell me why, but she did say it has to do with me being part of the blue moon clan.”
“Well that’s not really surprising; that’s enough to put any vampire off, even if she’s willing to see past the fact you’re human.”
“Ouch.” He puts his hand to his chest as though you’ve hurt him, making you roll your eyes. “And what about you?”
You pause as you consider how to word your forming opinion on him, “I initially thought you were utterly insane too… but I’ve since come to see there’s at least some method to your madness.”
“Dare I say that sounds like praise?” He grins like a cat who knows it’s just done wrong. You merely roll your eyes, not wanting to encourage him by giving him whatever witty remark he’s fishing for. The wind picks up and you find yourself having to swallow a mouthful of saliva again. He lets out a small sigh upon realising you’re not going to just give in and admit to your thirst and so he begins to untie his cravat.
“What are you doing?” You look at him as though he’s grown a second head – what human bears their throat willingly to a vampire?
“Sating your thirst.” He replies simply, popping the top few buttons of his shirt to reveal the expanse of his pale skin above his collarbones. You scoff.
“Nevermind what I said earlier, you really are insane.”
“I mean it. Drink. It’s not like I haven’t given my blood before.” Your fingers tap against the rooftop as you consider his offer – it’s certainly tempting. But what would people think if they found out? Found out that you drank the blood of a human, of a human under the blue moon clan no less…
“I can’t take up your offer.” You decline reluctantly, wetting your lips as your throat feels dry at your own choice, “I only drink the blood of those I trust most, it’s just how I am.”
“Only the blood of partners, you mean?” He teases with a tilt of his head, letting his collar fall down further to tease you with more skin.
“Not necessarily, just… Someone I’m really close to. I know I’m a vampire and it’s a commonplace act but still… it’s intimate to be sucking against someone’s skin like that.” You give a little shrug.
“And what’s making you keep me at arm’s length?”
“You’re too observant sometimes and I hate it.”
“Avoidance then, not denial?” You bite at the inside of your lip once more and he reaches up towards your face. You give him a questioning look and lean away from his outstretched arm a little but he merely stays as he is, waiting silently for your permission so he may continue. You lean forwards again and his thumb gently tugs against your lower lip to free it from your biting teeth. “Why not just… drink and see where this goes? I can tell that you want to… so why are you holding yourself back?”
"You have no idea how much I want to tell you everything, but I’m scared of losing what we have." You let out a breath that trembles slightly, “Well maybe scared isn’t the right word but just… I don’t know. I don’t want to mess with the pace of things.”
He nods once, clearly pondering your words. Truly considering your feelings and reluctance.
“Very well. Then let’s just stay here, together. No words needed.” He replies and somehow it’s the best answer you feel you could have got from him. “The offer is still on the table though, should you want to take it.” You nod to show you’ve heard him as your gaze fixes back to the city skyline stretching out for miles before your eyes.
The silence is pleasant, filled with distant sounds of all the lives playing out on the ground below you. Still, the breeze carries the appetising aroma of Vanitas’ blood over your way and you find yourself leaning closer and closer to him until your breath is fanning over his warm skin and he’s tilting his head further back welcomingly…
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ᯓ✩ 𝒑.𝒔: not my best work since I struggled with some writer's block but I hope it turned out okay nonetheless!
Hello!! :3 can i ask for a potion to Vanitas, Dan Heng or Scaramouche. With Belladona, Phoenix heart and dryad Oil please! —anon
