#Vanitas: ah here comes the BOY!!!!

[sifya]

La Sentencia de muerte/ TheDeath knell

Sapphire house doesn't have a bloodline and all members are able in dual wielding.

Sapphire house owns the mysterious self hypnosis that The Church itself doesn’t know much.

But only Sapphire paladin is able to hypnosis other people.

So Ronald don’t mess up with them, when you are here. Remember the house is loyal only themself and their people, you being be part of chesseurs meaning nothing to them.

Plus they are completely angry with Paris.

Note from Oliver to Ronald after he accepted the unofficial invitation of Lady Sapphire to Toledo headsquare

Vanitas and Noé were enjoying a walk around Paris. They got some info about problem in Normandy, But they were still injured by Misha’s attack so they were spending time do nothing. Also because Noé didn't want to stay far away from Paris because Domi was going to be under process and he wanted to be here for her. Now, Noé was physical fine but emotional was a mess about Vanitas and Domi. He didn't know nothing about Vanitas but he found in fact he didn't know so well neither Domi after the girl confessed herself hate for Louis’ death. The fact she thought she should be the one died that day, and Noé couldn’t stop be ashamed of himself. Because he had hurt her without knowing ,because, yes it was true; there were moments he replaced her with him, for example when she shared her blood with Noè before the ball. Despite being intrusive it was a private thinking but Noé should had let slipped out, and it hurt Domi. He would be more careful with her friend, especially because he felt she hadn't told him everything, and he was the one to blame if his best friend didn't feel enough her ease for sharing her burdens with him. About teacher, Noé didn't know what thinking, he always knew he wasn’t a good person but he had never admitted to himself. "Poor thing.” Louis had called him like that, and Noé hated the fact he haven't ever listened both siblings. I felt more near to Vanitas after everything that happened, he didn't still understand him at all but Noé didn't understand himself so he could live on. Only thing he asked to raven boy didn't hide vital information about their quest but also himself.

Vanitas hadn't told him about his past or feelings, but honestly Noé was the first one, but important info that could manipulate Noé’s ignorance wouldn’t be tolerant. Vanitas agreed too easily, maybe because what info could be essential was pretty vague. Noè thinking was interrupted by solemn and heavy sounds of bells, which all church's of Paris answer back.

A death knell

"Ah, a paladin is dead.” Vanitas commented coldly. “WHAT!! HOW YOU KNOW? DO YOU THINK IT IS RONALD? Noè grabbed the short boy. Vanitas replied boredom. “You are straggling me.” Noé left his grip. " First, have you heard the first sequence? They are two sounds, so a woman.

At least if Ronald is a very masculine ones, it can't be your friend.” Like highlighted boy’s words, the bells started again, with two sound. “Second.” Vanitas made the sign of number."Then six notes like bishop because they share the same power, and a similar sequence of notes that people mistakes for bishop’ s but it ‘s a signs for all chesseurs.

"And now third sequence: in base number of notes, we know which paladin, for example one is for diamond. Topaz should be five.” The boy concluded know-all-it, but Noè looked him with childish astonishment. " Let's listen! "he told because both boys lost the last sequence. After the repeat of first two sequence they focus on last while Vanitas counted loudly. “1, 2, 3, 4,5...” Noè signed relived after hearing the sixth note. “Seven.” The vampire smiled but Vanitas didn't look happy he was in completely shock. "Come on?! I know you don't like Ronald but... Vanitas shut up the blonde with a finger and he listen the sequence again and counting with whisper. “4,5,6,7... No bells are starting back.” “Vanitas. What is seven.” The raven didn't answer so Noé insisted" We agree you would share unless they are important info. Vanitas glubbed something but in end he said.” Seven is for sapphire. Lady sapphire is dead? " " do you know her? Vanitas was in silence then turning his back to the vampire and said"I used to be his pupil. " Noé didn't believe Vanitas could be so sincere so he tried to get out more from him. “ Were you attached?” The answer was a dry no and Noé could feel the raven closed himself like the a beating door. Well, miracles didn't happen twice. After that the duo enjoyed the day and during the dinner they received the visited from Domi who told them the date of her process. “Don’t miss it, human. "An insult but saying with playful tone and sincere smile. " I won't woman. Vanitas answered back. There was teasing but not malice between them and noé couldn’t be happier.

When noé was deeply in his sleep, Vanitas was on roof looking to the darkest night he had seen. Blue was almost black without Moon and stars were dull. Luna wasn't here, but dark night like a black sapphire was. "Paladin sapphire." He told to himself. He didn't hate her, he used to do it. Because he was looking from her some maternal love from her, but her duties and how previous sapphire coerced her, made her everything but not maternal.

But for Vanitas liked her because she was hash but sincere, honesty almost cruel but not a gossip.

She wasn’t nice but if you got a real problem she would help. She wasn't like the women in troupe who fake kindness and acceptation but bad mouthed the boy and his father, the first for killing the mother, the second for not being one of them For them they were kind enough to allow them being here. At least he though she wasn’t hypocrite.

Or she wasn’t? Looking back she did what was best for Toledo, and the boy was so blind by his rage he couldn’t see.

Vanitas opened his mouth trying to say. "Toledo headquarters with willing participation of Dama Zafiro, they are hiding the identity of paladin Alexandrite; He is a..!”

A pain on his throat and heart, made him looking for air, mimicking the girl with pink hair. " Someone have forbidden to talk.” He asked but he knew the answer because he was in the same situation. Lady sapphire had used the long knowledge of sapphire house about the hypnosis on him, the difference was he knew who did and what he cannot tell. Vanitas made an annpyde sounds. In her death didn't lose her power on boy. He hated it, he knew why she did, and now he was able to her understand. But betrayed he felt that day was something ruin all his mercy and compression. Vanitas closed the eyes and though"Alexandrite must be alive. I can apologise to him… and other...” But he felt like a question than claim.

He felt in agitated dreams made by his memories. Before Moreu, before Luna, before Paris, when he was a trainer in Toledo with tacky name of Jude.

Note:

I know Domi is not going in process but I wrote before the last chap and I don’t want to change.

I have in mind the ending of this fic how Vanitas ended up in the lab, but it is going to be flash fic, little chapter of various topic, so give me input. I'm going to public on archive once it end

Jude is English name of Judas. I will explain in fic and comment why I think this can be his name and why I think he is Spanish boy.

[epickiya722]

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[drangeax]

Mellow Wine

Pairing: Vanitas/Aqua

Rating: E for Enticing

Word Count: 5,514

Summary:

“I won’t mention any of this to anybody. I never found this place… and I never saw you.”

“Ah, see, you say that, but I’ve had people try that with me before, and then my boys end up behind bars. Can’t have that happen again. I need to make sure you’ll keep your trap shut.”

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Aqua had no idea where she was.

Her head throbbed; all she heard was the steady drumbeat of her pulse in her ears. She let out a small, frustrated huff; this wasn’t what she had anticipated when her boss told her that morning to “scout the area for evidence.” 

As she waited for her vision to stop blurring around the edges, she scanned the room. There were shelving units filled with old books, papers and receipts. The air was musty and similar to that of an old basement. That feeling continued as her eyes fell to a solid oakwood desk in the middle of the room. There was a dark brown leather chair behind it, its back turned towards her. Squinting, she noticed a thin, dissipating layer of grey smoke swirling up from behind the chair.

“You should have known better than to have come snooping around here.”

The voice behind the chair was gruff, with a New York brogue. It sent a chill down her spine.

That morning, her boss had told her to be careful. She’d been tasked with gathering information about “The Unversed,” the most dangerous gang on the East Side of Radiant Garden. Every paper in town knew of the boss and his various henchmen - all given code names like “Bruiser,” “Scrapper,” “Mandrake,” and “Flood.” Rumours of his involvement in the alcohol trade had been flying across the major papers, which meant that if she wanted to keep her job, she’d have to confirm if the rumours were true before any of the other ones could.

However, what she hadn’t anticipated was that they would have the means to take care of those who spied.

The dark brown chair turned, revealing a male wearing a pair of pinstripe grey pants, a white button up with sleeves rolled up to the forearms, solid black suspenders with a matching tie, and a fedora with a solid maroon band. 

It’s him, she thought, feeling her blood run cold. It’s the boss - “Vanitas.”

He leaned forward, tapping his cigar in the crystal ashtray perched on his desk. “I should just kill you,” he said, “duct tape those pretty lips shut so everyone in town would know to keep their mouths shut.” His golden eyes bore into her own deep blue hue. “Use you as a warning.”

Aqua swallowed. Stay calm, she thought as she tried not to quake with fear. “I can keep quiet,” she stammered, “you won’t hear a peep from me if you let me go. You have my word.”

“Your word isn’t enough.” His eyes continued to stare into hers as he brought his cigar back to his lips. “I’d need something in writing, especially with your type.”

She pulled at her restraints. It was no use; her wrists were fastened with a knot to the chair behind her. It felt strong, like the type used to tie a ship to port. “If you let me go,” she attempted to barter, “I won’t mention any of this to anybody. I never found this place… and I never saw you.”

Vanitas let out a small chuckle as he exhaled his smoke into the stale air. “Ah, see, you say that, but I’ve had people try that with me before, and then my boys end up behind bars. Can’t have that happen again.” He stood from his desk, the heels of his dark leather shoes clicking against the flooring underneath. “I need to make sure you’ll keep your trap shut.”

Her eyes stared into his as he approached. They dropped as she watched him reach into his pocket. Her brow quirked upwards in confusion as he pulled out a solid black pen and twirled it in his grip. Flashes of gold hit her vision; he stopped twirling it to reveal a V in thick cursive engraved into the pen.

"Let’s see how you can put that mouth to better use than simply for gossip.” He cocked his head upwards. “Open your mouth. Don't you dare scrape my pen with your teeth - this was a gift from the gang."

Aqua tensed in the seat as he turned the back of his pen towards her face. 

He wants me to put his pen in my mouth? What the hell…?

Pressing her lips together, she turned away from him, denying his pen access. He pursed his own lips in thought for a moment before shrugging. 

“Fine by me. You can stay here, at the mercy of whatever I have in store for you… or you can sign my little contract with those pretty lips of yours, and I let you go." His golden eyes stared at her form; she could feel his gaze on her, even with her head turned. “But you leave with no information about me, my gang, or what we’re up to.” He turned around, placing his pen on the desk - a physical reminder of what she could agree to in order to be let go. “The choice is yours, sugar.”

She turned her head and stared at the pen. On one hand, it would be easy to agree to signing whatever his “contract” was. “Fine, just give me the damn pen,” was all she had to say, and she would be let go. Free to go back to her job, her home, her normal life. 

But work relied on her for this scoop. It was a chance for them to finally be ahead of the curve, and Aqua simply couldn’t pass up that opportunity. Especially because she wasn’t sure what would happen if she didn’t get the information…

She broke the silence with a long breath. “Okay… I’ll play your game.” He leaned back against his desk as she spoke. “What do you want from me?”

Vanitas once again brought his cigar up to his lips. “Tell me what fuckin’ paper you’re from. The boys and I get plastered all over it, and suddenly one of my men goes missing.” He jabbed the smouldering tip towards her. “Find out the next day he’s in jail because of you snivelling, snooping little bitches .” He took a quick drag before letting the smoke billow out of his nose out like a dragon. “There’s three of your papers around. If it was up to me, all of them would be up in flames within an hour.”

Rage flared within her at his words. She took pride in her career, even if it meant getting into situations like this. “Why should I tell you?” She snapped. “You probably know which one I’m from. You probably know all of the girls from the other papers, too. You probably don’t keep track of them, though; probably think you’re too ‘good’ to remember. I’d be surprised if you knew any of them by name. I’d be surprised if you even knew my name.”

Shifting the cigar to his other hand, Vanitas calmly reached into his second pocket. He pulled out a small wallet, waving it in the air. 

Her eyes widened. Shit, that’s-

“Your name is Aqua,” he started, “you bank at Radiant Banks. You’ve got a picture of some guy in the left side of your wallet.” He smirked. “He’s actually kinda cute, even if he looks like a Square. You should hook me up with him sometime.” He tossed her wallet onto his desk, uncaring as it hit the top with a dull thud. “You’re carrying exactly $39.47 on you, and you’ve got two credit cards - so you’re most likely in debt.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “The only things I don’t see are your company ID and your Social Security Number.”

Her rage escalated. “So you know my name and my financial status; big deal. I learned not to carry those pieces of ID with me a long time ago.” She turned her face away from him once again. “Good luck trying to find those out.”

Vanitas started to chuckle, slowly pushing himself off the desk and sauntering closer to her. “You’ve got a mouth on you, don’t you, Bluebird?” His fingertips trailed to her chin, forcefully turning her face back towards his own. Her eyes met his own as he trailed his thumb across her lower lip; a total violation of her personal space. “A pretty mouth, sure, but still a feisty one.” 

Don’t touch me. Her lip twitched under his touch. God, she wanted to bite his fingers off.

Quick as a whip, his fingers were off her body and pulling his gun out from its holster. He placed the muzzle between her eyes, all traces of his earlier amusement gone.

“We need to teach you some proper manners.”

Aqua gasped at the feeling of the metal on her skin. It was cold - a stark contrast to the warmth of his touch against her face. It took a second for her mind to register.

Fuck. Stay calm… stay calm. “I’m…I…”

“Stand up once I get the ties off.” Vanitas’s voice was like stone, hard and unyielding. “Mind your balance and do as I say.” He moved down, continuing to point the gun at her before leaning down to work at the knots with one hand. 

She was barely aware of him untying her. All she could focus on was the weapon pointed at her face. 

Stay calm… stay calm…

“Alright.” His voice cut through the silence. “Get up and go sit on my desk.” He stood and moved backwards, waving the gun towards his desk in an arch. “Face my chair, and don’t try anything funny now.”

Hands where he could see them, Aqua took careful steps to the desk, afraid that a wrong move would anger him. She thought for a brief moment about reaching for the pocket knife that was hidden in her boot - a suggestion from the “Square” before she’d left that morning. It most likely wouldn’t work; Vanitas had a fucking gun. A single bullet would end her before she could even bend.

She scanned his desk for anything she could use against him. That was no use either; the desk was strangely bare, with nothing but a green banker’s lamp, a rotary telephone, the crystal ashtray, and Vanitas’s black pen sitting on top of the wood grain. Anxiety curling in her gut, Aqua turned her back towards the desk and sat on top of it. Her hands fell to the edge, gripping the wood tightly.

Vanitas twirled the gun by the trigger guard and whistled as he sat back down into his deep brown leather seat. "What shall I do with you, hm?” He spoke casually, his earlier icy tone seemingly melted away. “You still haven't told me what paper you're from, and it'd be a shame if I had to kill you so easily." 

He stopped spinning the gun, only to press the muzzle against one of her knees. "Spread these for me."

Aqua blinked in confusion. “W-What..?”

"You heard me." His icy tone returned as he pressed the metal harder into her skin. "Spread. These. For. Me."

“Alright! Alright…” She pulled up the hem of her green pencil skirt, slowly shifting it up her legs and hips so she could spread her legs. Flush rose high on her cheeks as she realized he could see her underwear now. It was fairly plain - a solid grey with no lace or fancy patterns - but the mere thought of someone like him seeing what she wore underneath was enough to embarrass her.

Vanitas hummed as he watched, trailing the muzzle back and forth from her knee to her inner thigh. "You're very proper, hm? Don't wear anything sexy when you're on the job? No lace? No fishnet?" The corner of his lips turned up suggestively as he brought his cigar to them. "That a policy of your paper, or does your boring boss only like virginal women?"

“It’s part of the job,” she said quietly, “I…I have to project a professional image at all times.” The cool metal against her skin caused her to tremble; she steadied quickly, silently hoping he hadn’t noticed. “The boss wants us to keep it as simple as possible, even underneath our clothes.”

Vanitas pursed his lips before exhaling the smoke out of the corner of his mouth. "He sounds like a prude." His eyes flicked from his ministrations to her face. He smirked at her. 

Shit.

He pressed the gun to her clothed core, dragging it up and down. She tried not to gasp.

"You seem like someone that wants more excitement than that, since we caught you snooping around my territory..."

Her eyebrows creased. “It’s not so much ‘looking for excitement’ as it is ‘doing my job pro…’” She trailed off for the briefest of moments, swallowing heavily. “...’Properly.’” She tried to look away from him, willing her gaze to fall on something other than the glint in his eyes. Something that would distract her from the feel of the metal against the warmth of her centre, from the unwelcome pleasure between her legs. 

Unfortunately for Aqua, he kept moving that gun across her core at an even pace. Each drag made it harder and harder to appear unaffected. Her façade would crumble if he kept this up.

"What did he ask you to get, hm?" Vanitas asked, nudging the gun harder each time it brushed against that little bundle of nerves he seemed to know so well. "A photograph of me in action? A conversation of my goings-on in the speakeasies downtown? Me, recounting how I 'had to do it to them,' because they were trying to take what's mine?" 

She bit her lip, attempting to avoid continuing the conversation. She feared her voice would betray her, which would only encourage him further.

His brows creased in annoyance. "You reporter types are always the fuckin' same. Gossiping your big flaps off, hoping for a better scoop than the other ones." He moved the gun away from her for the briefest of moments to cross his leg over his other thigh. He waved the gun towards her spread legs as he leaned back into his chair.

“Take ‘em off.”

Aqua let out a shaky breath. She really didn’t want to… but she knew she had no other options in a position like this. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and pulled them down, watching as they slid down to her ankles. 

Hopefully that’s good. Wait… he said to take them off, right? Would he be mad if I left them like this? 

Not wanting to die on a technicality, she reached forward to pull the offending garment off her body. Before she could grab them, however-

Oh shit. 

Her panties slid directly into his open lap. She silently prayed he wouldn’t take that as an eager invitation.

Vanitas chuckled, looking up at her flushed face. "Well, would you look at that - they're practically jumping off for me." Using the gun, he beckoned her closer. "Move to the edge of my desk.” He paused for a moment. “And spread those legs again; let me get a good look at you."

Oh god. 

Aqua positioned herself at the edge of the desk. She squeezed her eyes shut, mortified, as she spread her legs. She’d exposed herself before with previous partners, but not like this. Not against a desk, her legs this wide, and with so little say in what was happening. She slowly opened her eyes and looked past his shoulder once again, focusing all of her attention on the painting behind him.

Vanitas whistled, placing his cigar fully in his mouth. Her gaze fell to his face for the briefest of moments. His expression seemed dreamy as he took in the sight of her. 

"God, I've missed a sight like this,” he mused as her attention flicked back to the painting. “Someone spread nice and wide for me, almost dripping with eager anticipation. Makes me feel like a fuckin' king."

Keep calm, she thought to herself, don’t let him get to you.

The gun went right back to her inner thigh, each drag nearing closer and closer to her folds.

"Now tell me what paper you're from.” He jutted his chin towards her. “You a big-shot reporter, or are you from a fresh start-up I've never heard of?"

So he doesn’t know anyone from the other papers after all…  

“‘The Wayfinder,’” she blurted, “it’s a small little newspaper. Brand new. Not worth your time.” She shivered as the gun edged closer to her core. “We’re not much - barely even a threat to you.”

He scoffed at this. " Every paper is a threat to me. One of you squawks, then you all have to sink your teeth in. Like we're some piece of ribeye, and you're all starving animals." He traced the muzzle up and down her folds, grinning as her slick covered the cool metal. "Well I don't feel like being led to the slaughter tonight."

Her heart raced. Disgust clung to the back of her throat with each drag. It made her sick, repulsed her. She could tell that his patience was wearing thin. Her hand was empty, no more cards left to play in this twisted game. What else could she give him?

Nothing. He had what he needed, the chips stacked in his favour. She was certain that trigger would go off any minute now.

Her eyes met his golden ones. “Please,” she pleaded, “please let me go.” 

“Not a chance, love.” He placed the muzzle against her entrance, nudging the tip inside of her. 

Dread invaded her as he slid such a dangerous thing in such an intimate, delicate place. The cool metal was a shock against the warmth of her entrance, making it hard to ignore. Her grip on the edge of the desk tightened as she willed her body to stop shaking.

“Get this nice and wet for me.”

Aqua felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her. No. 

With a smirk, Vanitas slid the muzzle inside of her, coating the barrel with her slick. She tensed at the intrusion, squeezing her eyes shut. He chuckled before he started to pump the barrel in and out, letting her become accustomed to its size and temperature. “Fuck yourself on this,” he said through his laughter. “And don’t hold your pleasure back. I want to watch you come undone by my hand.”

Her eyes fluttered open and the knot in her stomach tightened. “You…you’re not serious…”

His eyebrows creased as he slowly brought his hand up and took his cigar between his fingers once again. "Did I fuckin' stutter, sugar?" He asked, leaning forward. 

She flinched at the sudden movement. Her eyes followed the smouldering tip, worried he would press the cinders against her skin. He tapped the cigar once again on the rim of the crystal ashtray. She exhaled a relieved breath through her nose.

"I don't fuck around when I want something." He pushed the gun further inside of her, his thumb inching closer to the hammer. "Fuck. Yourself. On. This."

Setting her pride aside, Aqua gripped the edge of the desk. With a deep breath, she rocked her hips against the cool metal barrel. It’s survival, she reminded herself with each push and pull inside of her. He was a sick bastard - no wonder the tabloids desperately wanted evidence of his atrocities to put him behind bars.

His golden eyes met hers. She averted her gaze, unwilling to look him in the eye as she moved her hips. 

Please don’t go off, please don’t go off.

Vanitas smirked, sliding the barrel in and out at the same even pace she was riding. “I said not to hide,” he singsonged, sliding his leg off his thigh and spreading both of his legs wide. 

Nerves on edge, she glanced his way. She regretted it immediately; her gaze fell between his legs, where there was a definite tent in his trousers. She bit her tongue, squirming internally.

Ugh, he’s enjoying this…

“I’m not hiding,” she muttered, letting out a small huff of frustration. Here he was, pretending this weapon was some fucked up sex toy, talking to her as if they were lovers having a bit of fun. Her body did little to discourage him; pleasure rose with each drag of her core against the barrel. She mulled over the possibility of faking an orgasm for the briefest of moments, just to get it over with. At that moment, the barrel nudged against a particularly sensitive spot and she let out a small gasp.

He grinned before twisting his head down to look at her shoes. “Cute heels,” he commented. “Dress code or personal choice?”

Could he at least spare the small talk? Her face twisted; he complimented her heels as if they were friends talking about the weather. “Personal.” She snapped, willing her attention to fall anywhere but his face.

"Good taste," he whistled. "A little conservative, perhaps, but you gotta give people the illusion of someone well put together. Can't have everyone knowing you're a whore on the inside, right?” He gave a quick shrug of his shoulders. “Not that it matters to me. I like my girls with a bit of zing." 

She opened her mouth to protest. As she did so, he leaned forward once again; her mouth snapped shut. He stamped his cigar out in the ashtray before leaning back with a smirk. Her eyes fell to the smoke coming from the extinguished cigar and she sighed with relief. 

One less hazard…

"Tell me about the scoop you were supposed to get,” he said smoothly. “I wanna know what the papers are trying to find."

“Evidence,” she breathed, “any information, really.”

"Anything?” Vanitas pursed his lips. “That seems a little vague for the papers." He reached forward, taking one of her ankles in his hand and thumbing at her skin. 

What is he doing? Aqua thought. It feels kind of…nice.

"They've been spying on me since I got involved with the alcohol trade,” he continued, thumb tracing back and forth in a hypnotic pattern only he seemed to know. “I'm sure your little 'startup' wants the same scoop."

He sped up the movement of the gun inside of her. Aqua couldn’t help but let out a moan; the gun had unfortunately hit just the right spot. She squirmed against the desk at the feeling. If he kept that pace up, if he hit it enough, she would certainly have the weirdest orgasm of her life. 

“They’re dying to get any information about you. We see you’ve been cautious - no one’s been able to link anything back to you. It’s why some have nicknamed you ‘The Shadow.’”

She hoped that was enough information for him. Her boss's request had been rather vague: “evidence” could be a myriad of things, like his extinguished cigar, or the gun currently between her legs.

Vanitas hummed at this. "’The Shadow,’ huh?” He grinned widely. “I like it. Mysterious." He sighed happily before he moved the toe of her heel closer to his arousal. She twisted her lip at this.

If I shift my foot just right, I can shove my heel right in his cock…

"Still wonder how you seem to catch my boys in action, though,” he continued as his thumb continued tapping her ankle. “Scrapper puts up a massive fight whenever people get too close to 'im."

Her thought was interrupted not only by his words, but by a sense of growing pleasure flowing through her. Was it the fear that did it? Did she somehow…like this? Her leg started to shake. If he found out…

He searched her face and chuckled at the flush he saw. Wait, why was he giving her that look? Was she red in the face? Oh god. She was, wasn't she?

"Rub your heel against me, sugar. I'm feelin' neglected here."

Disgust creeping into her throat, she traced her heel along the outline of his cock. Just step on it , she thought bitterly as he sighed in pleasure.

“Ah, that feels good. Maybe we can have a little ‘roll in the hay’ after this. What do you think?” He tilted the revolver; she gasped at the sudden jerk. “Bet you’d rather feel something hot and wet pulsing inside of you, huh?”

God, please don’t kill me. If he kept messing around, he might get carried away and pull that trigger.

Aqua weighed her options. It wasn’t the easiest task in the world, given that each press of the gun peaked her pleasure higher and higher. She bit her lip, fighting the urge to moan. “Yes, I'd rather…” She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to ignore each tantalizing press. “I’d much rather… fuck …”

“Look at me.” He pressed the gun in further with a chuckle. The thrust ripped the hidden moan out of her. “Use your words, sugar, or I’ll have no choice but to let you go out with a bang.”

She forced herself to look at him, panting, face flushed. 

No. Fuck. Stop. I don’t want to come like this.

“What do you want me to say?” Aqua snapped, tension releasing like a broken rubber band. “You want me to beg for you? To say ‘Please, fuck me’? Is that what you want to hear?”

Vanitas’s eyebrows creased into a hard line. "Hey, now; I like my girls loud as much as the next guy, but I do not tolerate brats. You should be grateful that I didn’t just blow you to bits." 

His thumb pulled back the hammer with a click. 

“Fuck, fuck.” She trembled. “I didn’t mean to yell, I swear, I just…” She trailed off with a swallow as she struggled to find her voice. “Could you please just not play with it?” She asked with a hushed whisper. “Please ?”

"I make no promises." He thumbed at her ankle once again. "Now come on; keep riding. I want this thing dripping.” He nudged his knee into her heel. “I didn't say you could stop your foot, either."

Aqua steadied herself as she picked up the pace. Her eyes locked with his. If she didn’t look at the gun, she could imagine it was something - anything - else. Her heel dragged across his arousal before she placed a steady pressure on his length. “Is this what gets you off?” She asked, attempting to hide the disgust in her voice.

"That's it, sugar,” Vanitas hissed, “that's what daddy likes.” He rolled his head back with a grin. “Keep it up, dollface."

Again with the stupid nicknames…

She bit her lip as she rolled her hips, the cold, hard metal hitting that sweet spot deep inside of her. She wasso wet. Each nudge of her hips only made the gun slicker, the sound almost deafening over each heated breath.

To her, it was a shame that it had to be like this. Legs spread wide for a wanted criminal, sitting on a hard desk. Not at home, lights turned low, with a partner that genuinely loved her.

Fuck, just come already…

Letting out a breath, she braced herself for what she considered to be the most shameful thing she would ever do in her life. "Is Vanitas your real name?" She asked, slowly working at the buttons on her blouse.

Vanitas chuckled, rubbing circles into her ankle. “Maybe I should leave you guessing. The Shadow is a good nickname, y’know… maybe I should have you call me that instead.”

She paused to give him a look. 

He chuckled. “Yes,” he continued, “my real name is Vanitas. I expect you to scream it.”

She mentally rolled her eyes. Talk about egocentric. “Alright… Vanitas it is.” 

Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back, rocking her hips to the rhythm of his hand. The angle of the gun was perfect, so perfect, as it nudged against her. Warmth spread low in her abdomen, craving relief. “Vanitas…”

“That’s better,” he purred, taking his hand off her leg. “Wish you could see yourself right now.” He palmed himself through his pants with a groan. “You’re hot stuff, doll.”

Aqua continued to chase her orgasm, choosing to ignore his praise. Her hips struggled to keep the pace even as her body shook with pleasure. “Vanitas,” she whimpered desperately. She was right at the edge, full to the brim and about to spill over. “Vanitas…” 

One more roll, just one more roll, and she would-

“Vanitas!”

She spilled - literally - as she teetered right over that edge. All over his gun, all over his hand, all over his finely pressed suit. He watched her unravel with a low chuckle. "Messy, messy, messy…" 

Aqua was beyond mortified - but she felt so good, tension rolling out of her limbs as she let out heavy breaths.

“I'd be lying if I said that wasn't the hottest shit I've ever seen. Shame I'll have to clean this suit now, though. It's one of my favourites."

She barely heard him; she was still in a world of her own, his words sounding warbled in her ears. She was experiencing such a pleasant buzz, one she didn’t want to end. 

She was here, alive and breathing. As mortified as she felt beneath the haze… she had to admit that it was one of the best experiences she’d ever had in her life.

“As hot as that was, doll,”  Vanitas hummed, “I still don’t trust you to keep quiet. If you can scream like that during sex…” He pressed the revolver deeper inside of her. “Who’s to say you won’t go squealing like that to the papers, hm?”

Aqua squeaked. She was still sensitive, still coming down from that pleased cloud she was riding. She looked at him through her sweaty bangs, brows creased. If looks could kill... “What do you mean?” She panted. “Everyone screams during sex.”

“Not everyone,” he mused, “some are squealers, some are whiners.” His finger slid slowly up and down the trigger. “I’m not convinced you’ll keep quiet…”

“I will,” she stammered once again. “You have my word.” 

This was it, she’d died young. No husband, no children. Her mentor, years ago, told her once that work would be the cause of her demise if she didn’t slow down. 

It seemed that time was now.

“I did what you asked,” she whispered. “Please… let me go.”

He grinned, the corners of his mouth rivalling that of the Cheshire Cat. “Not a chance.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, fear coursing through her veins-

  Click.

 Nothing happened. 

Nervously, she opened one of her eyes. She was still here. Still here, very much alive, pulse thundering heavily beneath her skin.

What the fuck…?

Vanitas started to laugh. It sounded mean , as if he was making fun of her for being scared. 

“You’re too sexy to murder, sugar.” 

It wasn’t loaded. It wasn’t loaded and he’d made her…

He slid the gun from between her legs and turned it in his hand. He admired the sheen of her arousal across the metal. “What a show you put on for me. Most fun I’ve had in months.” Bringing the gun to his face, he dragged his tongue through her slick with a smirk.

Aqua stared at him in disbelief, mouth gaping. She wanted to yell at him. Call him any name she could muster - bastard, monster, scum. Unable to find her voice, she covered her face with her hands, took a couple of deep breaths, and willed herself to remain strong in front of this… freak.

"Don't look so glum, doll,” he said before swiping his tongue once again over the cool metal. “I bet you've never had that happen to you before. Y’know, you almost made me cum, too.”

She didn’t dare to look at him. She merely closed her legs, wincing as she felt her slick coat the back of her thighs.

“You're a fox." He sighed in pleasure. "I wonder if I could turn you into a little bunny. Make you hop against this desk..."

“Didn’t you have your fun already?” She snapped. 

He raised an eyebrow at her. “Sure I did, sugar. Like I said, it’s been the most fun I’ve had in a long time. But for me, personally… that was only foreplay.”

Aqua sighed, taking her hands away from her face. She’d rather let him fuck her than risk the possibility that he might come up with something else; something even more deranged. He could even debate calling his men in to have their way with her. That thought alone made her shudder. 

I suppose I don’t have much of a choice right now…

She straightened, staring into his eyes. “Where do you want me? Well…?” Gripping the edge of the desk, she began to part her legs. 

Vanitas’s eyes trailed lower. The sight of her folds glistening in the low light made his cock twitch. 

"You can stay right there. You look good on my desk." He grinned once more, tossing his hat to the side. “This’ll be fun for both of us, sugar…”

[viisiond]

he knows..... The boyfriend significant annoyance has arrived...

[witch-aurelia]

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𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗

⋆͛♡⋆͛ CHARACTERS: Vanitas, Noè, Jeanne, Domi

⋆͛♡⋆͛ ANIME: Vanitas no Carte

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💙 he isn't the expirienced one in relationships

💙 he dosen't trust people that easily

💙 you have to know him for a long time or he is fascinated with you

💙 tease him pretty please(≧◡≦)

💙 in public, he would blush such an beautiful red and looks away, but after an while he would tease you back

💙 but in private he would tease you much worser back. Call you his pretty girl, how beautiful you are, how much he loves your eyes and so. much. more

💙 he would be really protect over you, he couldn't see you hurt because of him. If you're an vampire, he knew you could protect yourself so he is use you as a shield . If you're a human, he would tell you to stay in the hotel and wait for him

💙 Early in the relationship, he would be really shy when you give him affection. He doesn't experince love after Luna 'die'. But after a while in the relationship he would be all over you. Be ready for that ଘ(੭ˊ꒳​ˋ)੭✧

💙 Just hold his face in your hands and call him your pretty boy (⋈◍＞◡＜◍) He would blush first but would look at you with his beautiful blue eyes, ask you who's your good boy? and kiss you (~º△º)~

💙 his kisses are like heaven. He kiss you with so much love and between them he would tell you how much he loves you and how thankfull he is to have you.

💜 you' re the cutes together

💜 he's really affectioned so be ready for much cuddles, kisses, hugs and such more(❁´▽`❁)

💜 we all know Noé loves to sleep, so here is his new pillow you. If you once in his strong ironic hold then good luck coming out.

💜 Noé would talk in his sleep amd says things like (y/n)... i love you...

💜 Every moring you wake up is magical. Seeing him sleep with hia cute and handsome face is truely an plesaing. The same goes for Noé. If he wakes up early he would look at you cute and beautidul/handsome face and think how could i be so lucky

💜 Noé can also be sometimes quiet jealous sometimes. He loves you with all his heart. ( ⑉¯ ꇴ ¯⑉ )

💜 Your also best friends with Domi. Everytime Noé sees you his beautiful/handsome angel he could just melt.

💜 Murr also loves you so much. Everytime you sit down, Murr would take an nap in your lap. Noé would just starre at his cat with jealousy. Just tell him your the only one i will ever love

💜 if you ask him to trink your blood he would say no. If you don't know that he is an Archivist, then he would tell you about his ability.

💜 If you let him trink your blood he would hug you thightly and thank you for that. He would also tell you how much he loves the smell of your blood and how much he loves it.

💖 Our sweet little Jeanne my wifey would be such an blushing mess.

💖 she dosen't like PDA. If you hold her hand, hug her or kiss her she'll blush so much( *˘▽˘*)

💖 Make. Her. Feel. Loved.(ง •̀ㅁ•́)ง✧

💖 this girl haven't been in a relationship and she dosen't know how to love someone. Show her how much you love her.

💖 give her your blood if her medicine wore off. She would hesitat first but after you said it's okay for you, she do it.

💖 Luca is your best buddy and you love him. Everytime you visit your beautiful girlfriend, he'll run to you and hug you thightly. Everytime Jeanne sees you guys, her heart will be filled with so much happiness. How lucky she have you♡(◍•ㅅ•◍)♡

💖 hug Jeanne when you see she is sad or in a bad mood. Ahe would be like everything alright love? after an while she would just hug you back and tha.k you for being by her side.

💖 give her gifts. Jeanne would love it if she just walk into her apartment and sees flowers on her desk with an little note from you. She would be over the clouds.

💖 just love this cutie her, she dosen't have the best past and just wants to protect the ones she loves the most( ⁎ᵕᴗᵕ⁎ )❤︎

🤍 Domi our little angel✧*｡٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و✧*｡

🤍 first of all she is just so beautiful an elegant. She looks like everthing she does is perfect.

🤍 Domi is affectioned. She loves to hold your hand, hug you, kiss you and so much more.

🤍She would also dance with you. It dosen't matter where you both are she would pull you to her and dance with you╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

🤍 she also loves to tease you. Domi loves to see in her words beautiful red on your cheeks. She would use for that pick-up lines or kiss you suddenly on the lips. Domi would have an smirk on her lips and tease you more.

🤍 she give you roses all the time. She loves roses and seeing them with her beautiful/handsome (s/o) make her smile and blush

🤍 sometimes Domi would be really sad or depresed about Louise her twin brother. She don't like to talk about it, so just hug her and tell her it wasn't her fault.

🤍 Domi would also show her her ability. If you want her to perform for you she would do it. Everytime you see her doing it, it fascinated you. It looks so pretty when she create ice.

🤍 Love her with all your heart. Aftershe lost her twin brother she would blame her. Be there for her, that's all she need.

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[dervaaas]

Anything for you

You're his guardian.

platonic!Astolfo Granatum x reader

I honestly don't know how to describe it.

Damn I love this topic so much. I would like more of this, but I will write it myself!

F! reader

After being rescued by Roland Astolfo, he brought him to the church, after several showdowns, the top remembered the decision to put a guardian to him for supervision in the future, and it's a plus to take care of him now. When the question arose on whom to leave him, many supported the idea of exposing Y/N as his guardian.

A few days later, Y/N was brought to a little boy, at this time he was discussing something with Roland with admiration. When she approached them: Roland introduced Y/N and Astolfo explaining to him the whole situation and the importance of her being here. The boy accepted her with complete reluctance, but the girl understood that it would not be so easy, especially considering what he had experienced recently.

For Astolfo, the kindness received from Y/N became significant, perhaps he did not even think that someone else would take care of him, worry just like his mother. Roland began to take him with him to training, to which the boy willingly agreed. The guy became an immaculate ideal for the boy, who would kill a ghoul without hesitation. Astolfo praised Roland all the time, saying that one day he would become like him. All his joy was in him, and Y/N just a person who looks after him.

For two years like this, she had never heard him talk about her somehow, there was no such proud smile when he talked about her. It shouldn't bother her, but still, affection says the opposite. She wants to hear something about herself at least once, and not in terms of the fact that everything is fine with her and what she cooked today.

— Y/N wants to come back today, but I still didn't understand what she meant.. The boy stared at the ground, puzzled, after a question from his mentor.

— Come back? Oh, is she really going back to work as a hunter? Did you know she was one of the paladins? And she also had every chance to become one of the main ones in the church?

- no.. is that true? Astolfo immediately perked up. Is the person who is his guardian a person with a high status in the church?

"That's right, she even taught me for a while," Roland smiled proudly at the boy.

It was after this that Astolfo began to show more interest in Y/N. To her habits, the way she helps him with scratches and bruises after training.

—Is something wrong, Astolfo?" The woman asked him anxiously.

"Were you really a paladin?" The boy asked her with considerable embarrassment.

— Ah, well, yes, but not for a very long time, my health did not allow it.

— So you're really coming back!?

Astolfo became more attentive, asked for help in training., asked about everything he could. This probably pleased Y/N, but also offended in a sense. If she hadn't been a paladin once, would he have shown such interest? Probably not.

Worry about the fact that he began to treat Roland like that and his very aggressive behavior at his mention. Astolfo does not tell why he behaves like this, no matter how hard you try.

Excitement and pride comes with the news that Astolfo has become the youngest paladin in the history of the church. More than once he was told to be careful, even though he was strong. Mentally, physically, it doesn't matter, as long as he returns to her and tries something new in her cooking.

After what happened in Gevodan, Roland brought Astolfo straight into the house. Briefly tells about what happened, not missing a moment about Vanitas and Noah, and what they did.

— Mom, can I not go anywhere today? — Astolfo was lying with a fever after an overdose, and plus to everything he was not so warmly dressed.

— Of course, for you – anything. —Y/N with a gentle smile strokes this guy, who so diligently wants to seem like something worthwhile for her, against the background of her achievements. Although she doesn't care, as long as he doesn't suffer, everything is fine.

[noes-pillow]

Oooh for Vanoe prompts, maybe “I got you” or “come home”? Or maybe “can I touch you?” ❤️ so many options in that list lol

Hiya friend 😊!!! AHHH Thank you SO much for this! I decided to pick only the first one for this since I got a little carried away, hope thats alright! So, here's 1.2k of unedited vanoé angst because I'm terrible... (AO3)

List of starter prompts

“I got you.”

Noé lay, stomach down, arm dangling off the edge of the top balcony of the Sun Tower, gripping with all his strength to a stone pillar in his left arm and to his human with his right.

The fingers of a white glove were desperately and tightly knotted with the fingers of a black one.

“Do you hear me, Vanitas?” Noé yelled, trying to be reassuring, “I’ve got you, just hold on!” The vampire exasperatedly shouted down below to the human dangling by only his grasp.

“Noé…”

“No!” A gasp. Noé glanced to the jagged edges of the blue moon mark creeping up Vanitas’ neck, “no no NO I’ve got you!”

Bright blue eyes stared wide-eyed back into Noé’s desperate amethyst glare. “Chérie…” With a pained smirk, Vanitas gulped a shaken inhale and responded calmly, “I’m slipping.”

The startled shrieks from Parisians down below echoed upward in the wind. In the past, some had been unfortunate enough to see the occasional unfortunate soul jump from the great height of the Sun Tower, but no one had ever witnessed a man helplessly dangle from its apex. And especially not at the mercy of another.

With a fatigued gasp, Noé locked his ankles around the pillar to hold himself in place while he attempted to reach his other hand toward his friend. But his effort was stopped at the feeling of his wrist being grabbed.

“Hello, Noé, my boy.” A familiar voice boomed into Noé’s left ear.

Noé let out a frustrated grunt in unison with his futile attempt to free his hand from whatever was holding it back. When that failed, his neck strained to look up, eyes pleading with this person for help. His gaze only found the shadow of a large red-haired figure and a single golden eye staring him down. The other covered by an eye patch.

Noé growled, “Ruthven.”

Vanitas suddenly reached up to grab Noé with both hands. “Noé, let me go! And get out of here! Now!”

The snap of his head to look back down at his friend nearly tore a muscle in the vampire’s neck.

“But Vanita…” His shocked cry was interrupted.

“You do remember our little deal, don’t you?” Lord Ruthven spoke toward Noé once again.

Noé was furious but confused, “What are you talking about?”

Ruthven heartily cackled. “Ah no matter if you do remember or not. But it’s time to pay your debts… Chaton.”

“Noé, now!” Vanitas pleaded through pained breaths.

“No! I won’t ever let you go.” Noé strained to yell back, though it was hard to tell if his voice was struggling due to exhaustion or an attempt to hold back tears.

As much as Noé wanted to hang on, as much as his heart needed him to hang on to Vanitas, their grasp was becoming so very painful, and the fatigue was becoming unbearable. Especially as black nails started to dig into white gloves and pierce his skin, a splattering of red began to soak into their clasped hands. It was even harder now to hang on.

Nonetheless, with every ounce of strength still remaining, he kept grip of Vanitas’ hands with just one of his own.

“Noé,” Ruthven continued, still gripping Noé’s free hand, “I don’t think you have much choice. The astermite in your friend’s arm is about to consume and destroy his body. There is no hope for him now. But how fitting that you should depart from this world with him, don’t you think?”

And with that, Lord Ruthven was about to make good on his deal.

But not without Noé putting up a fight.

Noé screamed. The type of guttural scream that's caused by a sudden white hot stab of pain. A pain as if acid had been poured into his ears to eat away at his brain. As if his conscience was being ripped to atomic shreds from the inside. As if he were soon to cease to exist. And he was near helpless to fight back.

This must’ve been what Louis had felt. Like what all curse bearers felt. Alone, helpless, and in pain.

This malnomen was strong. But Noé was fighting back with all of his might. Though he was still screaming, writhing, and gripping Vanitas’ hand harder in agony, he shut his eyes trying to prevent the curse from taking hold of his body. But with his body well past exhaustion, it was seemingly pointless to prolong the inevitable.

This battle was over. Noé Archiviste was lost.

The irises in Noe’s eyes had disappeared and whites turned to jet black as the malnomen erased the amethysts.

“Non!” Vanitas’ heartstrings could not take any more of this as he yelled from below. He let one of his hands go from Noé’s and promptly reached down to his belt to wield his book one more time. “Luna…” he whispered to himself, “please… once more. Let me be strong. For him.”

Ruthven took a step back, possibly in hesitance, in hearing that name.

Taking the book in hand, the pages of the clockwork grimoire fluttered open like the wings of a blackbird on its last of countless flights. A flurry of blue light sparked from its obsidian pages and electrified the air. The small photons of light sped toward Noé’s uncontrolled figure and seemingly jolted him awake.

“Noé Archiviste,” Vanitas spoke softly, lulling Noé back. As soft, Noé remembered, as when the doctor had saved Lady Amelia from the briars of Eglantine. “I've got you.”

Vanitas continued, “Child of the ark,” he smiled, “Arsenal of knowledge and archive of memories.” He paused again. “Your name suits you well.”

A final explosion of light blasted Ruthven away from Noé knocking his head against a pillar. He was out for now.

The relief from the book provided clarity in Noé’s exhausted eyes and freedom from the cursed malnomen deal.

Vanitas hissed in pain. The blue mark on his arm had extended all the way to his face now.

Noé was relieved, his eyes slowly blinking back into focus. But in that relief came his mistake. Or Vanitas’ opportunity. Of whose fault it was is unknown.

“Noé!” Vanitas shouted, loud and sure, shaking his only hand free of Noé’s grasp as he softly smiled, “You don’t need my memories to remember me,” he confessed.

Noé tried to reach for Vanitas’ hand once again, but failed to clutch it.

Vanitas fell. His eyes trained on Noé until his last moment when the blue mark covered the last bit exposed skin on his face and he exploded into a cloud of bright blue ash.

The flowerbed below received a steady dusting from the ash and light watering from the eyes of the heartbroken vampire above overcome with grief.

The book of Vanitas, now freed, and truly dangerous character determined, landed on the ground with a thump into the flowerbed. Exactly where the asters met the forget-me-nots.

Noé made sure it was never opened again.

fin

[illusorygardens]

Sifo-Dyas does not take on Padawans lightly. It's a responsibility that comes with all the complications of raising and teaching a sentient through their species' puberty and with his... condition, such a thing is difficult to do without having to, on occasions, lean on his Padawan for support. It could cause the young Padawan trauma, but neither could Sifo-Dyas take on a Padawan also prone to Visions as he was.

So no, Sifo-Dyas does not take on Padawans lightly.

But the Force wills him to take on a Padawan—to take on an Initiate all others have been balking at since they found out about the Initiate's less-than-Jedi mindset and inclinations and the status of his past life. Now, Master Yoda does get along splendidly with said Initiate and Sifo-Dyas imagines that there is no risk to him being sent to one of the Corps, but Sifo-Dyas already knows as well as the rest of them that Yoda is not the best choice for this boy's Jedi Master.

Which is why Sifo-Dyas asked for Dooku's assistance, just briefly. His longtime friend looked rather curious at Sifo-Dyas' insistence to head to the crèche, but relented and assisted him on his way there, only stopping once for a Vision of a time long gone before continuing.

And there sat the Initiate. Xanatos du Crion, formerly known as Darth Vanitas—at least, according to Feemor, who seemed bewildered by the question—sat with a slant line for a mouth, absently flipping through the pages of a book on... ah, Jedi Ethics, Sifo-Dyas pities the former Sith Lord for having Jedi Ethics piled on him every free moment.

Dooku finally asks why it is Sifo-Dyas needed to go to the crèche so badly, and when Sifo-Dyas informs his friend and the crèchemaster that he's here to choose his next Padawan, he gracefully ignored the surprise radiating off of the both of them.

The crèchemaster recovers quicker—it's more than likely that xe's much more used to having unexpected Jedi showing up to unexpectedly lay claim to a new Padawan—and xe gives him a smile and a nod. "Of course," xe says, turning xer back to Xanatos and towards all of xer other charges and gestures to them.

Sifo-Dyas is already shaking his head and meets the eyes of the former Sith Lord, who'd looked up in curiosity, seemingly despite himself.

Xanatos shows a proficiency in the dark side even still and he doesn't assimilate well with the other Jedi in the Temple. Anyone else would assume he's biding his time, but he's clearly just bored with all of the proceedings. He's been... nice, Sifo-Dyas supposes, in his own way, and he's extremely close to three other Padawans—Feemor Sylo, Shaak Ti, and Taron Malicos—and seems to behave himself.

Nobody else would take him, but Sifo-Dyas knows he can be trusted with quite a lot. Already, he's handled extremely sensitive things with great care and discretion.

"Actually," Sifo-Dyas says gently to the crèchemaster who looks at him in surprise, "I already knew who I was coming here for."

He ignores the Initiates whispering at seeing such a well-known Master who's hard to impress come into the crèche, pass them all over, and walk confidently towards the Sith Lord that calls himself their crèchemate.

"Initiate du Crion," he greets warmly.

Xanatos' eyes flicker with surprise before the Initiate straightens himself out, pushes the book to the side, and greets, ever so politely but not managing to hide his genuine surprise and curiosity, "Master Sifo-Dyas."

"I would like to take you on as my Padawan, Initiate," Sifo-Dyas says.

The flecks of gold in Xanatos' otherwise red eyes does not make the sudden calculation of his gaze and less unnerving, but the sudden wariness does. Sifo-Dyas can't say he knows of this Initiate's experiences with Masters—only that he must have had a Sith Master who must not have been kind to him. There have been a few Jedi Knights and Masters who attempted to take on Xanatos as well, only to be turned away after Xanatos unhesitatingly revealed they desired to be Sith.

The people in the crèche seem to hold their breath. They know just as well as Sifo-Dyas why many approach Initiate du Crion and why many no longer try.

There is a moment of brief silence from Xanatos before he demands, "Why?"

Sifo-Dyas smiles at him. It doesn't seem to catch him off guard. "It is the will of the Force that you become my Padawan," Sifo-Dyas says. "That, and I feel as though you should have a Master suited for understanding unconventionally gained knowledge."

Xanatos seems to pause at this. It's clearly not an answer he's been given before, and his eyes only narrow more. He doesn't know if Sifo-Dyas is telling the truth and this is fair. Too many still desire the power and rush that the dark side will give them and to have a Sith Lord in this very crèche proved to be too much for their desires.

The pause lasts longer this time, and there is quiet consideration before Xanatos says, "I'd like to meditate with you before I decide."

Sifo-Dyas gives Xanatos an approving look—there is the acclaimed intelligence and cunning many laud him for. It's not uncommon for Initiates uncertain about their possible Master to request mediation with them, but many Initiates don't know how to gather intelligence through it.

"Of course. Shall we head to the Garden?" Sifo-Dyas prods.

Xanatos carefully sweeps his eyes over the room in a calculated display of nervousness. Then he says, "If you wouldn't mind, Master Sifo-Dyas."

Yes, Sifo-Dyas thinks, the Force is more than correct about this one.

[franeridart]

Anon said: Is there any other shows or stuff that you're currently into besides jjk or plan on getting into?

If you mean manga and anime I’m currently following/particularly into, then yeah it’s a ton of stuff!! weekly I’m following one piece, jjk, bnha, black clover, ron kamonohashi, and added just a month ago neru: way of the martial artist and the hunters guild: red hood too, and that’s just from jump! weekly I’m also following blue lock, enen no shouboutai and sousou no frieren, and monthly I’m following jibaku shounen hanako-kun and record of ragnarok, and then there’s always d.gray-man once every four months!! and that’s only the manga, right now for the anime I’m following sonny boy, vanitas no carte, re-main and tokyo revengers, and for stuff I’m planning on getting into I’ve had in my to-read list Dr.Stone for a trillion years and I might pick up both vnc and tokrev once the anime are over.... I’m still pondering that one, and I already have the list of anime I wanna try next season, so, like. yeah 😂😂 I’m into a lot of things at all times, ngl 😂😂😂😂

ah, if you were asking wether I’m planning on getting into drawing other things aside from jjk, then I have no clue 🤔 I might? right now the main thing keeping my brain occupied is on the music side of my life so what I draw is more about what I’m comfortable drawing and less what I’m obsessed over (though the stsg obession and love is still there plenty enough..........that’s not leaving me any time soon), so everything’s possible!

Anon said: I just wanna say thank you for posting all of your happy suguru/satoru art! It's beautiful and makes me feel so much better. I just want them to be happy damnit! You're very talented and I can see how much you care about your art and it's just so wonderful. So thank you!

You’re way too nice!!! thank you so much!!!! 😭😭 I’m glad my doodles can help you deal with the reality that is the jjk canon 😔😔

Anon said: What's your opinion on how the fandom portraits Gojo. I feel like people tend to dumb down his character and portray him as this fuckboy/sleeps around with a lot of women/doesn't care about anyone but himself because of his god-complex that he has which personally I don't see Gojo having or that Gojo's main characteristic is that he's hot and that's all people in the fandom tend to talk about with him

Hmmmmmm to be honest with you I engage little to nothing with the western side of the fandom and the people I follow in the eastern side are handpicked enough that I only see the goge I want to see, so!! I don’t exactly have specific opinions about it cause I’m not involved with it enough, but, well, the reason why I’m not much involved with it is exactly that I didn’t like what I was seeing much... 😂😂 I like my satoru smart and witty! I like him as fun as he is introspective! I like him strong both in body and mind, but forced to be so by a world that kept on trying to break him!! I like him exactly the way gege makes him, whether gege’s happy about me loving the one character he hates the most or not 😂 but also I like him heart and soul devoted to geto and geto alone, and I like him doing everything he does solely to protect the people he cares about even if it means breaking himself over it, so if we’re talking about the whole “fuckboy/sleeps around with a lot of women/doesn't care about anyone” I’m... definitely not into that. Yeah. That’s just not the satoru living rent-free in my brain. though to everyone their own! I’m not here to tell anyone how to live their lives or how to enjoy what they enjoy, yk, i’m just in my corner vibing 😂

Anon said: Between Geto and Gojo who would say is your fav?

Gojo 🥺🥺 I love Geto so so so so much and he’s one of the most interesting characters I’ve ever had the pleasure of giving my heart to, but if it comes down to it Gojo has my whole soul 🙏 and I think it makes sense too, since we’ve seen a lot more of Gojo than we did of Geto, there’s just more room for all sides of his character to show and make me fall 🥺🥺

[havvki-writes]

Sharing These Moments With You

the power of VaNoe is strong in my veins

Fandom: The Case Study of Vanitas Ship: VaNoe Tags: M!Slash, dancing gone wrong, tension, NSFW, blowjobs and other Gay Things Citrus Scale: Lemon! Spoilers: I namedrop someone and mention a relationship that might spoil some stuff for Anime-Onlies, but most of the story is canon-divergent Word count: 4,088 AO3 Link: right here! Notes: i got a little carried away... also, seeing as how this is smut, minors dni! please and thank you :)

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The lights adorning the reception hall shimmered in a kaleidoscope of pink, orange, and silver hues, fragments of color cascading over the shuffling crowd that filled the hall. Noé stared in awe at the shifting mosaic before him, Vanitas gazing at him fondly at his side.

“You’re acting like you’ve never been to a ball before,” Vanitas teased, the refracted light catching in the deep blue of his eyes.

Noé chuckled as he tugged at his cuffs absently. “Yes, but that was over a year ago now, and I don’t remember it being half as beautiful,” he said.

Had it really been that long since Domi had dragged them to a ball like this? One with throngs of vampires swaying and laughing and chatting jovially amongst each other? The last time they attended a party like this, Vanitas had been masquerading as a fellow vampire before outing himself boisterously and nearly getting himself killed. Though the subconscious feelings of resentment against humans was still present—and Vanitas was once again hiding his identity—it felt like half a decade had passed since they were last here.

“Hey,” said Vanitas, snapping Noé from his reverie, “I already promised not to make a scene this time, okay? Let’s go have a good time.”

His stance eased, and he couldn’t help the goofy grin that spread over his features as Vanitas gazed up at him. That’s right, they should enjoy themselves. Noé offered Vanitas his arm, and the man giggled under his breath, concealing his smirk behind a gloved hand.

“You’re no good at keeping secrets, Noé,” he joked, looping his arm through the vampire’s nonetheless.

The two strolled through the reception hall with their arms linked until they reached a table adorned with decadent sweets. At the other end of the display stood Dominique, Jeanne, Luca, and Dante, the four of them engaged in conversation over glasses of champagne—except for Luca, who’s glass was filled with grape-juice instead. Despite his nonalcoholic beverage, he held his glass with the grandeur of an indulgent prince treating himself to a fine wine.

“Ah, Noé!” called Domi, waving her hand at the duo as they strode over to her side. Vanitas dropped his arm and Noé rushed to embrace his dear friend. “I’m so glad you could both make it tonight, I know it was short notice,” she said, fidgeting with the vest of her crisp suit.

“Of course we would come! It’s always nice to see you all,” Noé reassured her, his expression positively radiant even in the bright hall.

Luca tutted, waggling a finger. “Invitation or not, it’s incredibly risky for you to show your face here tonight, Vani—”

“Ah-ah-ah!” Vanitas said in response, waggling his own finger at the boy. “It’s Vincent tonight, my dear.”

“Tch, even with a different name my uncle will still kill you if he sees you here,” he said, taking another swig of his juice.

“If he sees me. Besides, I like the high stakes—keeps me on my toes.” As if emphasizing his point, Vanitas rolled on his heels and stood on his toes, smirking at him all the while.

Noé tilted his stance to better observe the man’s behavior, the hat on his head shifting off-balance until Domi reached out to fix it for him. “Well, don’t keep secrets, now. How has your research been going?” Domi asked, turning a blind eye to Noé’s fumbling as he turned away from Vanitas. “You and Van—I mean, you and Vincent have been gone for... how long has it been?”

“About four months now.” Accepting a glass of some bubbly serum from a passing server, Noé pressed the rim to his lips and tasted sparks on his tongue. “The research has been going well, but we’re still far from fully understanding how the Formula works. Still, Chloe’s guidance was indispensable for helping us grasp the essentials,” Noé said, swirling the glass in his nimble fingers while he glanced at Vanitas from the corner of his eye. “The clinic has been doing better than I initially thought it would, however I still think it would be a lot more accessible if it was located in a more central region. Montpelier is beautiful, but if a patient isn’t from that area, getting over to us is a struggle.”

Domi chuckled into her glass, gazing at Noé through piercingly golden eyes. “Yes, it truly is upsetting that Lord Ruthven has you blacklisted, but it’s something of a compliment that he would actively go out of his way to keep you out of his sight. Still, I’m glad to hear things are going so well.” She took a sip of her fizzing drink, glancing at Vanitas as he chatted idly with Dante. “But, I have to ask: how are things with Vincent? You two don’t clash too harshly, do you?”

Noé paused, blinking twice before finally speaking. “We’ve adjusted.”

Truthfully, it hadn’t taken long for Noé to buckle and expose his then-unnamed feelings for the hypnotizing man—there was no way he could have kept them a secret for their entire tenure in Montpelier anyway, but he had hoped he would have been able to conceal his affliction for longer than a handful of weeks. Alas, he was a weak man at heart, especially concerning matters of the heart. To his surprise, Vanitas didn’t turn tail and run, instead asking to spend some time with him outside of the pretext of work—after avoiding his gaze for a day, of course. Four months later, after bleeding their hearts out to each other and spending numerous nights making love under the sheets, they decided to make their relationship official, if only to themselves.

They had agreed to keep their personal affairs a secret to maintain professionalism and avoid extortion from any third party (such as Lord Ruthven, who so often caused problems for them after Gevaudan), and that included not telling their friends and companions in Paris.

Domi quirked a brow, examining Noé’s countenance as she pursed her lips. “That so?” she cooed, taking another sip of her drink. The corners of her lips curled into a smile as she said, “I’m glad to hear it, Noé.”

As Jeanne chimed in the conversation and Domi shifted on her heels, Vanitas laughed heartily as Dante only scowled at him. “You haven’t changed a bit, Dante,” he mused, muffling his laughs with a gloved finger pressed across his lips.

“And you act like I haven’t seen you in years, quack,” Dante muttered, a hand shoved deep into the pocket of his slacks. “Should I stop calling you that—you have a clinic with Noé now, don’t you? Hate to ruin your reputation.” He rolled his eyes dramatically.

“I was never a quack, baldy,” he hummed, the drink bubbling over his tongue as he took a tentative sip. “And that’s precisely why the clinic is located so far away from here—so fools like you don’t scare off my patients.”

“And that’s also why you keep Noé around—to get them to come back!” Dante joked, chuckling into a glass a passing server handed him. He made a wry face at the taste. “Besides, didn’t you skip town because you were threatened?”

Vanitas didn’t respond, opting to steal a glance at Noé from the corner of his vision. The man was dressed in formal attire, dark slacks and a buttoned vest over a long shirt, sleeves folded to his elbows in a way that made Vanitas’ mouth water at the sight of his exposed forearms. His maroon tie was tucked under the dip of his vest, and he wanted nothing more to grab him by the silky material and kiss him in front of everyone so they all knew that they belonged to each other.

Perhaps he was getting carried away; Dante snapped his fingers in front of his face. “Earth to, uh, Vincent?” he droned, waving his hand in front of him. “You in there, quack?”

“Why, do you have something to say?” Vanitas responded, a smirk returning to his lips as he turned his gaze back to Dante.

The dham scoffed, setting his drink on the table at their side. “I’m going to see if they have something stronger. Need anything?”

“Hm? No, I’m fine, thanks.”

“Whatever you say.”

Making his way back towards Domi and the others, he listened to Noé’s voice as if filled the air around them. He stood beside the vampire, though he admittedly wasn’t listening to the words he spoke so much as he was entranced with the timbre of his voice. So mesmerized, in fact, that he failed to notice the eyes on him until after Noé gave him a gentle nudge.

“Did you heart that, Vincent?” Noé asked, his words filled with a kindness Vanitas would have once found revolting.

“Forgive me, I didn’t.”

Noé laughed. “You always zone out at the worst times.”

“It’s a flaw of mine.”

“Domi asked how things are at the clinic,” Noé said, emptying his glass as he pulled his eyes from him.

“Ah, yes,” Vanitas began. “We’ve gotten a surprising number of patients in the short time our doors have been open. By the way, thank you for the recommendations, it’s no doubt helped us with building a reputation.” He passed Noé the half empty glass in his hand, subduing a grin as he happily accepted the drink; their fingers brushed, lingering for a moment longer than necessary before separating.

On the opposite end of the hall, instruments began to echo as their musicians readied themselves to perform. A wave of vampires hurried to the dance floor as they began to play a slow waltz.

A smile passed over Domi’s lips at the orchestral sounds, immediately looking to Noé as the music rang through the hall. In the not too distant past, he would have hurried to her side like a lost puppy, floundering as the guests joined in a dance he didn’t fully understand; instead, he looked to Vanitas as a tenderness rose to the forefront of his visage, locking eyes with the man at his side as a genuine smile adorned his lips. She ached, but Noé’s happiness could never cause her to feel upset.

Vanitas and Noé stood next to each other silently, fidgeting with sleeves or bows or hems of clothing until Domi’s voice rang true. “Jeanne, dance with me.”

“Wh-What?!” she stammered, flummoxed by the question as Domi laced their fingers and lead the woman to the floor, a gentle hand on the small of her back as they swayed to the music. Though she had been caught off-guard, Jeanne quickly adjusted as she giggled at the woman’s movements, a blush rising to her cheeks.

Grasping his hand, Vanitas pulled Noé to the floor as well. “Glad I didn’t have to fight over you,” he whispered, bodies pressed closer than required for this particular gait.

Noé flushed, falling in step at his side as the music guided their movements through the glittering hall. His hat nearly tumbled to the ground, but Vanitas caught it with a swift flick of his wrist over Noé’s shoulder. He clicked his tongue at the man.

“You have such an obsession with headwear,” Vanitas said, flashing a playful smirk as he moved to place the hat on his own head.

Stumbling as he disrupted their rhythm, Noé grabbed the garment and placed it back over his hair. He looked askance, lips pursed. “You shouldn’t do that, someone might notice...”

“Quoi?”

“You know what I mean, mon Cheri.”

Vanitas hummed, the smirk leaving his features barren aside from his wide eyes. The light reflected in them beautifully, and a burn edged its way through Noé’s torso at the sight. “Ah, forgive me, Minou, I forget myself so easily these days.”

Noé squeezed at Vanitas’ hip, grazing his thumb over the soft material of his dress-shirt with a glazed look in his violet eyes, toying with a ribbon’s edge; in response, Vanitas dug his fingers into his shoulder and clasped his hand tighter. As they continued to sway, their bodies grazed each other with enough friction to make the heat in Noé’s chest burn hotter at the pressure of his partner’s body against his own. Whether it was the flush rising to Noé’s cheeks or the strengthening of his grip, Vanitas was well-aware of the growing tension that filled the air between them—he licked his lips, savoring the delicious response it elicited.

“Is something the matter, mon amour?” he asked, leaning close enough to warm Noé’s cheek with his breath.

Noé inhaled sharply. “It’s nothing, I probably just had too much to drink.”

“Is that so?”

As they swirled around each other, pulled to the core of the gravity they created together, Vanitas pushed the edge of his pelvis against Noé’s groin, relishing in the whimper that caught in the vampire’s throat. He felt the bulge of Noé’s erection against his hip, a smirk toying with the edge of his lips.

Noé sucked in a shaky breath, urging his blush to dissipate as Vanitas pulled his body away to maintain the metronome of their swaying. They continued to dance despite the desires pooling deep within their bodies; the moment their gait carried them close to the edge of the capering crowd, Vanitas released Noé’s shoulder and pulled the aroused man at his heels, leading them away from the hall and to somewhere more private.

Vanitas had a knack for finding secluded places to hide, nooks and crannies and hidey-holes buried deep in the corners of architecture just waiting to be found. It was a skill he developed to be alone, but now he was using it to be alone with the man he loved—the man he couldn’t help but tease until he had him aroused in the middle of the crowded ballroom. Oops.

Shutting the door and locking it behind them, Noé immediately cupped Vanitas’ face as he pressed a tender kiss to his lips. His cheeks flushed impossibly bright against his dark complexion, and Vanitas reciprocated in kind.

Hands tangled in each other’s hair as they pulled themselves deeper, deeper into their shared warmth, and Noé bucked his hips against Vanitas, begging for stimulation against his throbbing member. The man obliged, reaching down to palm him through his trousers; Noé whimpered into his lips, heart hammering against his ribs as the heat echoed through his bones. Vanitas flicked his tongue against Noé’s, tasting the sweetened alcohol on his breath as he pressed further.

They separated, gasping for air in the sweltering heat of their desires, chests heaving in tandem as they gazed at one another in a trance. Noé caressed his thumb over Vanitas’ cheekbone. “Not here, it’s obscene,” he murmured, each word dripping with a husky vibrato.

Vanitas turned, pressing a kiss against the heel of Noé’s palm. “At least let me help you,” he whispered, the words warm against his trembling hand. “If you don’t want me to, then I’ll stop—but just say the word and I’m yours.”

He took a moment to think over the offer, chancing a glance at their surroundings in the pause between movements. The room was filled with plush furniture, some covered with more dust than others, and a single window illuminated the space with the cool glow of the moon as it hung high over Altus Paris. Vanitas twirled a strand of Noé’s hair over a gloved finger, gazing at him with gentle eyes as the vampire decided.

Pursing his lips, Noé felt the pulse of his burning need as he ached for the man before him. Without wasting another moment, he murmured a quick, “Please, Vanitas,” before his lips were captured in a passionate kiss.

Vanitas pressed his entire body against the man, a pitiful whine escaping his throat at the contact as he was pushed into one of the long-forgotten sofas that filled the storage room. He dropped into the seat, dizzy with lust as Vanitas continued to ravish his clothed body with open hands; Vanitas fell on his knees before him, squeezing his hips as he urged the vampire to spread his legs for him.

Surrendering himself to the sensations, Noé gave Vanitas the room to press his torso flush against his groin as he nuzzled against his chest, hands roving over his body as he reveled in the stiffness of his member. He sighed, gazing up at Noé through half-moon eyes as his hands occupied themselves with his belt buckle. As the clasp came undone, Noé gasped at the feeling of one less article of clothing between him and his lover.

With his abdomen exposed to the dull moonlight, Vanitas pressed feather-light kisses to the taught muscles beneath his navel, tracing his lips over the slope of his Adonis belt and grazing over the protruding bone of his pelvis as Noé trembled beneath him. His chest rose and fell jaggedly, and he clenched his hands at his sides as he watched Vanitas work towards his growth. As he reached the trail of short hairs leading to the base of his shaft, Vanitas removed his gloves with an exaggerated movement, smirking at the smoldering man above him before slipping his fingers under the hem of his trousers.

Noé whimpered as Vanitas pulled his clothing just enough for his cock to break free, the chill air against its sensitive surface enough to send pricks down his spine. He bit his lip as the man pressed the pad of his finger against the tip. A bead of pre-cum dripped down his length the more he was toyed with, and he shuddered at the sensation of his slender fingers tracing the stream back up his shaft. Vanitas licked the substance off his finger, not taking his eyes off Noé all the while.

Gripping his thighs, Vanitas squeezed him as he dragged the flat of his tongue from base to tip, cheeks flushed bright as Noé’s moans hitched in his throat. He bit deep into his knuckles, urging the sounds bubbling inside him to dissipate as Vanitas pushed the head past the barrier of his lips. His hips bucked instinctively against the sensations only to be pinned against the sofa by a strong, unyielding hand against his abdomen.

“Stay put,” Vanitas ordered, a raspy edge in his words that only made Noé’s arousal burn hotter through his veins.

Without another word, he went back to work at pleasuring his partner, the very thought of Noé being satisfied with his work aching him to his core. Inviting him once more beyond his plush lips, Vanitas kept a steady pressure over his hips as he suckled on his member, pressing his tongue along a particularly sensitive vein until he twitched in his mouth. He took him deeper, pausing briefly to adjust his breathing before bobbing his head over the vampire’s cock, tasting as many inches as he could until he felt the tip brush the back of his throat.

Noé’s moans tumbled out of him like an ancient tongue of sexual intimacy, the pleasured sounds mixing with words of praise and adoration as Vanitas edged him towards sweet release. In his carnal reverie, he wound his hand through Vanitas’ thick locks, gripping them like a lifeline as he ate him whole. Vanitas whimpered softly against him, the vibrations shooting through Noé like lightning as he neared climax.

“V-Vanitas, my love,” he moaned, eyes screwed shut as the warmth blossomed through his core. His fingers tightened against his hair, and Vanitas mewled at the sensation ravishing his scalp as he took Noé completely, lips kissing the base as tears burned the back of his eyes.

“Aah, ngh...”

He panted heavily, teetering on the edge of release as Vanitas squeezed his hips and slurped at his cock, feeling utterly exposed and loving every moment of it. Finally, Noé’s nails scratched against his hair as he attempted to subdue his cries as the pleasure jolted through his body.

“I-I’m about t-to—!”

Vanitas hummed as Noé released in his mouth, pulling away enough to only engulf the tip as his hot cream filled his mouth. As the waves of his orgasm began to fade, Vanitas sucked the remaining cum from his member until he was positively drained.

His expression twitched at the taste, hot and bitter on his tongue as he swallowed; he didn’t care for the aftertaste, but he didn’t do it for the flavor—he did it for Noé’s gasping, writhing, quivering form unwinding with each touch, each drag of his fingers across his skin pulling more divine sounds from his throat. It was ecstasy to be able to see this side of the vampire, a side for no one but him, a side so vulnerable and honest it made his heart falter.

Separating from his shaft, Vanitas gazed up at Noé as he licked the remains from his lips, the pearlescent essence glistening in the moonlight as he lapped it all hungrily. Noé’s hand loosened in his hair, circling down to cup his jaw softly as he delighted in the remnants of his high. He panted heavily, lips parted as he met Vanitas’ gaze.

“Feeling better?” Vanitas cooed, face still flushed from their previous activity.

“Yes, thank you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Vanitas nuzzled into his hand, eyes fluttering shut. “I’m glad.”

After Noé fixed his disheveled appearance and adjusted his trousers once more, he helped the both of them get to their feet before pulling Vanitas into a tight embrace. “Thank you for letting me share these moments with you, love,” he said, caressing his hand over the man’s back as he spoke. Vanitas wrapped his arms around him in return, resting his cheek against his chest.

“You’re so corny,” said Vanitas, whispering Noé’s true name as he melted; his true name rolled off his tongue as if it were always meant to rest there along his lips. “...But, thank you for making it so easy.”

Noé chuckled softly, pressing a kiss against his hairline. “I’ll be sure to return the favor at the hotel,” he teased, releasing the man from his hold. To his surprise, Vanitas immediately dove behind him, crouched on the ground for a moment before jumping to his feet with Noé’s hat on his head. He put his hands on his hips triumphantly.

“Behold, my spoils!” he shouted before dashing to the door, throwing it open as he strutted back into the darkened hall with his newly acquired headwear. Noé watched him for a moment before smiling to himself, concealing a laugh behind his hand as he followed the man, watching his silhouette with a tender gaze as they made their way back to the reception.

Vanitas was still learning how to express his feelings, so moments where they were exposed to one another were almost always followed by a snide remark, or a witty joke, or any other tension-breaking device he had up his sleeve. It was endearing, and Noé was positive they would discover how to be truly vulnerable with time.

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Back at the desserts table, Domi, Jeanne, Luca, and Dante watched as Noé and Vanitas finally returned from their recess, Vanitas proudly wearing Noé’s hat with a cheeky grin.

“Do they actually think we’re that dense?” Dante grumbled, jabbing a thumb in their direction as he looked to the women at his side for confirmation.

Domi sighed. “It’d be better not to ask. We should let them tell us when they’re ready for us to know.”

“Noé and Vanitas, sitting in a tree~” Luca sang, his nonalcoholic juice giving him a false drunkenness that was entirely placebo.

Jeanne placed a hand on his shoulder. “Try not to be so loud, young master. It’s really none of our business anyway.”

Leaning against her shoulder, Dante whispered, “You and Vanitas canoodled once, didn’t you? Ya jealous?”

“Huh?! Absolutely not, to both,” she stammered, flushing bright as he pressed her. “It was a temporary attraction, yes, but I no longer hold those feelings for him.”

“That so?”

Domi slapped her hand against Jeanne and Dante, expression contorting as she looked out over the crowd. “That’s Lord Ruthven! He’s here!” she whisper-shouted at them.

“K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”

“Young master!”

“Quick, let’s get them out of here before he sees,” said Domi, grabbing Dante by the arm and pulling him alongside her as they waded through the crowd towards the two men, choosing to press them about their relationship another day.

[minijenn]

Ah dammit looks like I’m back at it again drawing more Keys to the Kingdom spoilers. Though technically not super spoilery stuff, I mean we’ve seen plenty of Rage Form Sora in the fic so far, and when it comes to what’s going on with Vanitas here... lemme explain. 

So in Keys I’m running with the popular HC that Rage Form is a thing that happens to Sora because of Vanitas’s darkness in his heart somehow. So in Keys we get a little bit of an equivalent exchange, with some of Sora’s light going into Vanitas’ heart so hence we get him having his own sort of “rage form”, only its light instead of darkness. I call it Blight Form. While in Blight Form, our favorite gothy boy literally glows, and levitates and is basically the inverse of Rage Form (so not really super violent on impulse like Sora is in Rage Form, though Vanitas can certainly... “attack” while he’s like this). Anyway we will see more of this in Keys later on down the line when we get to see more of Vanitas and Sora interacting (they both go into their respective forms at the same time, so that’ll really make things interesting), but for now enjoy this stuff that I’ve really been wanting to draw for quite some time :P 

[nobodies-png]

So I remember you wrote about a sibling au with Sora, Roxas, Ventus, and Vanitas. Now i wonder how each one would react to horror games? (I.E. Amnesia, Slender-Man, Fnaf)

I love sibling headcanons so hell yeah lets go

Sora :

All four are scaredy cats and will flip their shit when it comes to horror games, but they show it differently. Sora is the type of guy who will just yell at every jumpscare and then laugh and holler - or just cackle nervously all the time as he braces himself for the next scare. Like, if he were a youtuber now, people would just complain about Sora’s reactions being fake and “too over the top”. But the guy is JUST that loud and expressive. 

His brothers LOVE playing horror games with him because it’s the funniest shit but ALSO because his cheerful nature calms them down.  Since he’s not very interested in horror games, he's the perfect victim - Vanitas and Roxas have made Sora play shit like Can Your Pet (not really horror but just as traumatizing) and Doki Doki Literature Club all blind. 

Sora doesn’t really mind and thinks the plot twists and jumpscares are actually really funny ! As in, getting super scared is hella funny in the end. It’s kind of like going on a rollercoaster ! Out of all 4, Sora is the only one who’ll have no trouble going to sleep after playing horror games. The others might crawl and sneak into his room if they’re too afraid to sleep alone lmao.

Vanitas :

Bastard will brag about knowing the scariest most horrifying obscure indie horror games, tease others for not playing them “properly” (all alone, in the dead of the night, full volume and headphones on) and tHEN REFUSE TO PLAY THEM WITHOUT HIS BROTHERS. Vanitas will legit just go “it’s not like i’m scared, I just want to see them suffer” and expect anyone to believe him. Like okay, boy. We see you. 

Definitely the type of guy who’ll act all cocky, alpha and macho during the first 20 minutes, poking fun at Ventus for hiding behind a pillow and then go dead silent the second shit starts to get real. This is the only time you’ll see Vanitas shut the fuck up, because he’s too busy chewing his nails to the bone. The second he starts getting nervous, he’ll pass the controller onto someone else and sit back, pretend he’s not scared and all of that.

But Vanitas isn’t the type to scream, instead he just curses and drops the longest and funniest fucking rants about the game they’re all playing. Sometimes, Roxas and Sora will straight up fucking choke because they just can’t take it seriously with Vanitas yelling about “Slenderman’s skinny white boy forest dwelling crayon loving bitch ass needing some art classes from Namine asap”.

Ventus :

Ventus hates horror games and he hates being roped into playing them even more. But Vanitas always gets to him with that lowkey competitive rivalry they got going on and ah shit here we go again, motherfucking animatronics. Why is this a thing. Why are there so many games of these funky metal animals ? ? ? ? 

His first instinct while playing is to either hide or just. Straight up leave the room. And then probably regret leaving the room because holy shit it’s so dark in the hallway, who the fuck turned off all the lights oh my god Sora where are you. When he gets scared, he’s the type of person who physically CANNOT scream, like his voice just dies in his throat and he can only make weird noises and hold on to dear life. 

Ventus has a DEADLY fucking grip, once he clings onto someone, he doesn’t let go of them until the game is over. And he’s the most likely to cry too, but usually his brothers have the decency to shut the game and calm the fuck down together before Ventus gets even more upset.

Roxas :

Roxas has a love-hate relationship with horror games, because he’s REALLY into the dark and eerie atmosphere and ambience they have. Specially the stories they come up with, but he thinks most of horror games these days have become too repetitive and boring (but he’ll still fall for every single fucking one of them). But yeah the guy is down to play anything, really. 

Ngl, he has the worst backseat gaming habit so his brothers just make him play to avoid all of that unnecessary commentary. And Roxas is pretty good at keeping his cool, even if he’s kinda sorta dying inside. He won’t make a single peep while playing but he’ll be super jumpy and jittery the next few days - like, he might just punch Sora for sneaking up on him or scream when he accidentally bumps into Ventus.

But once he’s calmed down, he enjoys analyzing the game with anyone who’s willing to listen. Surprisingly, he and Vanitas like to talk and discuss all the shit they play together and then shit on the “stupid obvious jumpscares haha totally didn’t get us that time right bro”.

[astxlphe-fics]

Faustluna / Luna will never tire of hearing Faustina say their name.

Eeeh this is messy as hell but I've wanted to write this ship since forever. This is a mix up of headcanons and weird theories stacked up into a fluff one shot, since i don't have enough canon to have a proper idea of how they would interact.

regarding Luna I think they use he/she/they but for this fic I stayed with they/them. Might change if I write them again.

this is just experimenting with how to write them so probably on the ooc side.

The boys are in bed, and Vanitas – well, Luna now — allows themselves to breath.

Children. What in the world has taken over them, deciding to care for children? It’s not something they know how to do, and there isn’t a day where they don’t doubt. What if something happened to the boys because of them?

They sit at the table, looking out through the window. The moon shines at them from over their head, round and white as it often is in the human world. It makes them miss the other world, the beautiful red moon hanging in its night sky. As red as her eyes.

They have only been to Altus a handful of times, hoping to catch a glimpse of this new world tailored for vampires and, maybe, of a certain person — but they could not, and given up.

Luna doesn’t like vampires, in general. They, themselves, are not quite the same kind of vampire as the rest, and they know they’re not the only ones. That there are others, out there, living in and outside of Altus, born under the blessing of the blue moon, vampires for whom blood is the gateway to the soul.

There are footsteps and a knock, and Luna stands, hand closing round their staff as they open the door. Their eyes narrow as they recognize the smaller, white figure in front of them, pale hair and skin and red eyes stark against the night.

“You Highness,” they greet, and Faustina, Queen of the Vampires, tilts her head. "I didn't know you were well enough to travel."

“Vanitas,” she greets back — if you could call that a greeting, but neither of them had the opportunity to be friendly those days, even if Luna knows it’s not quite her fault. The queen blinks. “I have my moments. Are you not inviting me in?”

“I would rather we spoke outside, actually.” They smile, deceptively wide. “The moon is full and the stars bright, Your Highness.” They close the door behind them, leading the Queen further away from the house. “We should enjoy it while it lasts.”

Displeasure flickers across her face. “I’m not here as the Queen,” she says. “I'm here as a friend, if you accept it.”

And who would Luna be if they didn't? She hasn’t come to them in decades, maybe even centuries — it’s getting difficult to keep track of those things. She isn't entirely free to do as she likes, always followed by guards, under the watchful eyes of the aristrocracy waiting for a moment of weakness.

“In that case...” Luna relaxes, and they chuckle. “As if I could ever refuse my dear Faustina. Would you like something to eat? You have come a long way.”

Like by magic, Faustina's open expression as she heard her name gives way to a slight grimace. “I would rather not, I did eat before traveling and—”

“Ah, you still worry about my cooking, don't you? You shouldn't, I didn’t prepare a thing — it’s all leftovers from lunch, the boys—” they trail off. As a friend, Faustina should be allowed to know about the boys. Besides, it might concern her one day. The books are not Luna's alone, and to this day Faustina still periodically loses herself to the curse that Luna themselves, in a moment of anger, set on them. “Well, we made it together.”

“The boys?”

“My kin.”

“Your—” Faustina’s eyes go wide, and Luna settles on the grass with very little grace, patting the spot next to them. The staff almost falls to the ground and they yelp, catching it and carefully setting it down. “Come on, sit, it’s quite the story.”

Faustina sits as well, her hair falling in gentle curls around her, over her clothes, and on the grass. She looks at Luna curiously and, Luna can tell, a bit of suspicion. “Tell me.”

And so, Luna does. “The humans had, for a reason or another, secured our books and a sample of my blood. Then, they—” They pause, looking over to the house. “I assume the blood was injected, and that they were looking for a way to use the books.”

“Those boys you spoke of—”

They nod. “The scientists made two human children my kin, and I took them in. What else could I have done?”

Faustina stays quiet for a minute, frowning. “You could get rid of those books, for a start.” Her lips pull down into a frown as Luna laughs out loud. “This is serious. If the human chasseurs could get their hands on something like then, then who knows what else they could do? Vanitas —”

“I go by Luna now, actually.”

“Oh." Faustina stops, silently mouthing the name. "Since when?”

“Three nights ago. One of the boys call me Father, but the other named me." They grin. "Do you hear this, Faustina? I have a name of my own now! And I like it.”

“And I am glad for you, but—”

“Come on, use it,” Luna demands, voice rising higher in excitement. “I would like to hear it from my dearest Faustina!” They could feel the flush of their face, probably now colored a dark blue, and Faustina’s own cheeks turns a cute, unexpected pink.

“Luna,” she calls out, voice barely above a whisper, and Luna’s heart, if it beat with the same kind heartbeat as the other's, would skip and stutter.

“Again.”

“Luna,” Faustina says again, louder this time, and adds, hesitant: “And you say the boy gave it to you?”

Luna chuckles, nodding. “Of course – it was so sweet, I immediately loved it. Why?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Tell me now. Are you jealous?”

“What in the world —”

But Luna claps their hands together, giddy. “I’m sure they could come up with a good name for you too, if you dislike your current one. You would have to wait until morning though, I will not wake them for you. They’re young, and need their sleep.”

“I’m not jealous—”

“Then are you upset that you were not the one who chose my name?” Faustina has always been a possessive one, and the one time she decided to be selfless, to put the needs of others before herself, they lost each other.

Faustina stares resolutely at the grass. They are each other’s oldest friends, the very first to discover just how deep the changes were within them. “We gave each other our true name,” she whispers. “And you gifted me with the name I use every day. It would have been more fitting for me to choose another name for you, wouldn’t it?”

Neither of them knew, at the time, how much this simple act would bind them together. And yet, as time went and more vampires appear, as she became a queen and they became scorned, their common true name kept them linked.

“It would have,” Luna agrees. “But you didn’t, because when the time came to do it, the others already cast me away and named me Vanitas . And you didn’t stop them.”

“I should have.”

“Maybe. Maybe not. I am of another kind entirely, after all.” They have long since resigned themselves to the fact that they didn’t belong with the vampires, with Faustina’s people, with Faustina herself. They can’t walk into Altus and the palace, can’t stand by Faustina’s side every day as they did once.

If Luna and Faustina hated each other, both for abandonement and for the curse, for Luna's insistence that they kept looking for what made them different, they've long since left this resentement behind. What is left now is a curse running unchecked, unable to be stopped, independently from Luna's own will.

“It suits you,” Faustina says instead of acknowledging the truth. “Luna, the moon.”

“Good, because I’m not changing,” Luna answers proudly. It’s their name, one not given out of hate or fear. The moon seems to glow brighter above them, approving. Vanitas has always been more of a warning than a name, a reminder to vampires that they may not be humans, but that they were vulnerable and mortal all the same. Luna is different. Luna fits. “Again.”

Faustina sighs, but she smiles and indulges them. “Luna,” she repeats. “Your name is Luna. Luna, like the moon. My Luna. L—”

Oh, Luna is never getting tired of hearing it from Faustina's mouth. Still, they lean down and like something they’ve already practiced thousands of times — no, not like, is something that they have done many, many times before — she kisses her, because she is right and they love to hear it.

Luna is Faustina’s and Faustina is Luna’s.

“Thank you, my dearest.” They lower their head, rest their forehead on her shoulder, and Faustina's hands carefully combs through their hair. She can’t see their face, which is fine, because if she saw she would know that this may be the last time they see each other. Luna is old, and they can tell the end is coming one way or another. Hopefully, their death will not affect their dear Faustina as much as they fear. Their bond runs deeper than any other, and it would not surprise them if Faustina felt them die, even all the way to Altus. “I love it even more when I hear you say it.”

“Then it is the only name I’ll ever call you from now on, Luna."

[atomic-taco-muffin]

The Lost Princess Chapter 28

Warnings: angst?

Rating: SFW

You and the trio had left the Fourth World Entrance and had entered the world, Monstro. 

“What a weird place! Everything's kinda springy and soft,” you said. 

“Nice and warm, too. I'm startin' to feel like a nap,” Goofy said. 

“I think you should be a little more worried,” someone said. 

“Who's there?” Donald asked. There, Pinocchio was hiding behind a wall.

“You're inside the belly of Monstro the Whale,” he said. Jiminy jumped onto the ground.

“Why, I know that voice... Pinocchio? Pinoke, it's you! Come on out!” Jiminy said. 

“Is that you, Jiminy? Gosh, I thought I'd never see you again!” Pinocchio said. 

“Gee, there's no way you wouldn't find me again. I'm your conscience. And your conscience will always be your guide. Remember?”

“Sure, Jiminy. And I've been a good boy, promise. I didn't tell a single lie.” All of a sudden, Pinocchio’s nose grew longer. 

“Uh-oh!” he said. 

“Well, for Pete's sake!” Jiminy said. 

“Oops! But...how did YOU end up inside Monstro, anyway?”

“We, uh, sort of used a special way...” Sora said. 

“It's so special, we don't know how we did it!” Goofy said. 

“That's too bad... I was hoping you could help me and Father get out of here.” 

“Well, I'll be! Geppetto's here, too?” 

“Sure he is. Follow me!” You and the others followed PInocchio to a ruined ship inside Monstro's mouth, where Geppetto was.

“Geppetto!” Jiminy said. Geppetto walked over to the ship's edge.

“Bless my soul, it's Jiminy Cricket. How in the world did you get here?” he said.

“You tell me! How does a clockmaker wind up in the belly of a whale?” Jiminy said.

“Well, it's a long story...” You and the gang climbed onto the ship, and Geppetto told his story.

“So you sailed out to look for Pinocchio...” Donald said. 

“...and Monstro swallowed you!” Goofy said. 

“Yes, but I found my son. I would do anything for my Pinocchio,” Geppetto said. 

“But now you can't get out, can you? Being stuck in the belly of a whale is awful,” you said. 

“Not if Pinocchio and I are together. That makes everything a little bit better. There's nothing better than being reunited with someone you care about.”

“Yeah... I know what you mean,” Sora said. 

“Me too,” you said.

“I don't care if I'm trapped here, so long as I have Pinocchio. He's such a good boy.” 

“Well, he still tells fibs. But with a little help from me...” Jiminy said.

“Oh, Jiminy, you worry too much.” 

“Speaking of Pinocchio... Where is he?” Sora asked.

“He was here a minute ago. Where's he gone this time?” Donald said.

“I expect he's off exploring. That boy has been poking around just about everywhere inside this monster. He won't tell me why it's so important. I tell him it's dangerous, but he won't listen.” 

“That boy's a handful! Sora, (Y/N), if you don't mind...”

“I know, I know. You want us to help you find him, right? C'mon, guys, let's get going!” Sora said. You, Donald, and Goofy nodded in agreement.

“Oh!” Pinocchio said. You, Sora, Donald, Goofy, and Jiminy found Pinocchio in another area of Monstro.

“Pinocchio! What are you thinking?! You know Geppetto worries when you wander off by yourself,” Jiminy said.

“Jiminy was worried, too!” Donald said. 

“I'm sorry...” Pinocchio said. 

“What are you doing, anyway? Looking for something?” you asked. 

“Um...yeah, I'm looking for treasure!” Pinocchio’s nose grew longer.

“Here we go again!” Jiminy said.

“But, Jiminy...” 

“Now, don't be so hard on the little fella, Jiminy. We promise not to get mad, Pinocchio. Is that why you're afraid to tell? No need to fret. Tell us the truth---we'll understand. Put yer trust in Goofy!” Goofy said. 

“...I was looking for a way out. Father says he's happy, but it's my fault we're stuck here. I shouldn't have run away from home. I want to help Father get home to the workshop. But he'll worry if I tell him what I'm doing.”

“So that's why you thought you had to tell a lie,” Jiminy said. 

“You did it 'cause you love your dad!”

“All you need now is courage!” Donald said.

“What?” 

“Tell Geppetto the truth. With a little courage, you can do it! If you tell him how you really feel, I bet he'll help you find a way out,” you said.

“And we'll give you a hand!” Sora said.

“Really? You'll help us? Okay, I'll give it a try! Wish me luck, Jiminy!”

“No more keeping secrets, then. Have we got a deal?” Jiminy said.

“Sure! I'll be brave and tell Father how I really feel. No lies this time!”

“Great! Then your nose won't---” Suddenly, the ground started to shake.

“What's happening?!” you asked.

“I have no idea!” Sora said.

“I got a bad feeling about this!” Donald said.

“Pinocchio, run for it!” Jiminy said. Pinocchio ran away. A Parasite Cage Heartless fell from the ceiling in front of him.

“Pinocchio!” you and Sora said. Pinocchio was trapped inside the Heartless.

“Help! I'm trapped!” he said.

“What?!” Sora asked. You and the trio fought the Parasite Cage. After the fight, the Heartless was knocked out, but Pinocchio was still trapped inside.

“Help me! I'm scared!” he said.Pinocchio was trapped inside the Heartless.

“Help! I'm trapped!” he said.

“What?!” Sora asked. You and the trio fought the Parasite Cage. After the fight, the Heartless was knocked out, but Pinocchio was still trapped inside.

“Help me! I'm scared!” he said.

“Pinocchio, be brave!” you said.

“How?”

“Don't give up! Try fighting your way out!”

“Be brave... Okay, I'll try!” Pinocchio jumped up and down, which opened the Heartless' cage and allowed Pinocchio to climb out, right before the Heartless was destroyed and its heart was released.

“Pinocchio, are you alright?” Jiminy asked.

“Don't worry, I'm okay. Just a little sticky...” Pinocchio said as he got up.

“But I have a great idea! That thing spit me out when I started fighting back. Why don't we try the same thing with Monstro?” he said.

“Of course! If we're lucky, Monstro might cough us up!” Sora said.

“Great idea! Let's go deeper inside and try it!” Donald said.

“I'm going, too!” Pinocchio said.

“No, it's too dangerous,” Jiminy said.

“Aww, c'mon...”

“You should be with Geppetto. No use escaping from Monstro if you two get separated again!”

“Leave this to us,” Sora said.

“I guess you're right. Be careful, everybody!” You and the trio left to explore Monstro. You, Sora, Donald, and Goofy entered Monstro's throat.

“Looks like this is as far as we go,” Goofy said.

“Ready, then? Let's shake things up!” you said.

“It would be easier if we had someone to fight...” Donald said.

“Perfect timing. Looks like we've got company!” Sora said. Several Shadow Heartless surrounded you and the trio. One spooked Donald. The four of you defeated the Heartless.

“Whew...” Sora said. Suddenly, the ground started to shake, which shocked you and the trio.

“A-hyuck?” Goofy asked.

“It's working! Monstro's gonna sneeze!” Jiminy said. Monstro started to sneeze. The four of you group was risen out of the throat and landed in Monstro's mouth.

“Oww... Now I know what getting shot out of a cannon feels like,” Sora said.

“Where's Pinocchio and his dad?” Goofy asked.

“They're gone. They must've gotten out safely,” Jiminy said.

“Without you, Jiminy? I thought there was no escaping your conscience!” you said.

“I don't mind being left behind, as long as they're both safe. Maybe Pinocchio doesn't need me after all.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“That little puppet used to have trouble telling right from wrong. But he's come a long way. Maybe he doesn't need Jiminy Cricket anymore. Seems like he's got a conscience of his very own.” 

“Don't you remember what Geppetto said? ‘There's nothing better than being reunited with someone you care about.’ I bet Pinocchio's counting the days till he can see you again,” Sora said. Jiminy jumped back onto Sora's shoulder.

“Well, what do you know... You might be right,” he said. Goofy and Donald nodded while you smiled in reassurance. You and the group then left Monstro. You, Sora, Donald, and Goofy entered the Fourth Floor Exit Hall.

“Who could that have been before in my memory?” Sora asked. 

‘It wasn't Kairi... But another...girl? Maybe... I think her name was...’ Sora thought.

“Sora!” Donald said. 

“Ah!” Sora said surprised.

“(Y/N)’s having another headache,” Goofy said. He saw you on the ground, clutching your head, and breathing heavily with your eyes tightly closed. 

“(Y/N)? Are you okay?” Sora asked as he knelt down to your height. You didn’t say anything but continued to breathe heavily. 

You were back where you saw Vanitas during your last headache and you ran up to him.

“Vani! What’s going on? Why am I getting these headaches? What are you not telling me?” you asked. 

“Follow me,” he said. You walked with Vanitas and you saw a silhouette of a boy on a chair.

“Is that you, Vani?” you asked.

“Not technically,” he said. You looked at him confused. 

“I was originally part of him when dad ripped me out with his keyblade. I’m back in him now but it’s only a matter of time before dad does it again.” 

“What should I do?” 

“I need you to use your powers to protect me and him.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“100%. It’s the only to protect me. I don’t want be part of his schemes.” 

“Okay.” You used your powers and placed a protection spell on Vanitas and the boy. 

“What’s his name?” you asked when you finished the spell.

“Ventus. Ven for short,” Vanitas said. 

“Will I ever get to meet him?” 

“Maybe. You never know.” He started to disappear and you gave him a hug before he went. 

���I love you, big brother,” you said. 

“I love you too, little sis,” he said. He disappeared and you returned back to the trio. 

“Are you okay?” Sora asked. You nodded and slowly stood up. 

“That was your second headache. Are you sure you’re okay?” Donald said. 

“I-I’m fine. I think this castle is messing with me,” you said. 

“If you say so,” Sora said. The four of you continued, you staying close to Sora so that you could keep your balance. Somewhere in the castle, the girl was still in the white room, drawing. She was drawing a picture in her sketchbook of you, Sora, Kairi, herself, and Riku holding hands. You, Sora, and the gang entered the Fifth Floor. Goofy and Donald nodded as the four of you walked toward the door.

“I remember!” Sora said. 

“Huh?” Donald and Goofy asked. 

“There was another girl!” 

“Really?! Me too!” you said. 

“What? A girl? Where?” Goofy asked.

“No, no, I mean on the islands where (Y/N) and I used to live. Besides (Y/N), Kairi and Riku, there was one other girl I was friends with. The five of us played together all the time,” Sora said. 

“I remember that too! She was really sweet!” you said. 

“Sora, (Y/N)...Seems to me that's the first time you've mentioned her,” Jiminy said. 

“Yeah...I guess we forgot all about her. I think...she just suddenly went away when we were still really little,” you said. 

“What do you think made you remember that now?” Donald asked. 

“I'm not sure. But it's been coming back in pieces as we go through the castle,” Sora said. 

“Gawrsh, do ya remember her name?” Goofy asked. 

“I don't remember. I feel kinda dumb. We said we weren't gonna forget our friends, and well now... I can't even remember her name,” Sora said. 

“Me neither,” you said. You and Sora put your head down, ashamed.

“Sora...(Y/N)...” Donald said. 

“Aww, you shouldn't be worryin', none! If it's been coming back to you in pieces... You're sure to remember her name just like everything else!” Goofy said. You and Sora nodded, still a bit worried. You and Sora held up the next card at the Fifth Floor world entrance, and entered to the next world.

To be continued...

[themelodicenigma]

I know that what I'm about to say is pure coincidence, that Ven and Van are just nicknames for Ventus and Vanitas respectively, and that they're Latin names which mean "wind" and "vanity." BUT. Coincidentally, "ven" is a Spanish word for "come here" and "van" is one of several Spanish words that can mean "go" as in "ellos van" meaning "they go" or "they're going." I just thought that was funny and neat. Especially since the two boys are polar opposites and "come" & "go" are opposites.

Haha Ah that is neat! Makes me realize how inactive my three years of learning Spanish have been. XD

[daybreak-academy-fanfic]

Daybreak Academy: Chapter 47

Cabin Fever Sets In Early

Summary: In which Brain makes his opinions on Anora abundantly clear. Word Count: 1,922 First | Previous | Next ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆

None of the kids looked like they wanted to be up at this unholy hour. But, for once, neither did the adults. Of the twelve of them, Ventus and Ava were still in their pajamas. Gula, Brain, Skuld and Strelitzia were dressed in clothes more suited for traveling, like sweatpants and loose t-shirts. Anora, Aced, and Ephemer made the attempt to wear actual clothes, but still looked like they had just gotten out of bed. This left only Lauriam, Ira, and Invi looking like they were ready for the day as usual. And then there was Shelby, who happily trotted beside Ava despite the risk of being stepped on.

In fact, Ira almost did step on Shelby as the Unicornis headmaster was trying to carry someone's luggage into the bus. Suffice to say, he was not amused.

“Ava,” he impatiently demanded the next time he saw her, “You have to put that thing in a cage before we leave.”

“But Shelby's fine.” she pouted. Ira rubbed his temple in frustration. It was way too early to be having arguments like this, let alone when he was the one set to drive.

“He hissed at Aced earlier.” he informed her, bitterly, in an attempt to get her to see his way. It didn't work in the slightest.

“So?” the Vulpes headmaster immediately questioned. “I'd hiss at Aced too if he was being rude to me!”

“He started it!” Aced shouted from somewhere behind the bus. “Stupid thing was trying to trip me!”

To further prove the point, Shelby -who was casually standing by Ava's ankles until then- hissed at the remark. Ira didn't even bother hiding his unnerved eye roll while Ava gave a bemused giggle.

“Can't believe I ever dated that...” Ira grumbled under his breath, but stopped himself from finishing. Instead, he then started to shout, loud enough to be heard from the dorms; “Alright! Everyone on the bus! We're losing daylight now!”

There was a small chorus of groans from the kids, too exhausted to be truly responsive to anything yet that morning. But they all started to make their way onto the bus regardless. Anora was second in line, and she sheepishly shuffled her way to one of the middle rows. Behind her, Ventus was quick to find a spot near the front.

“Hey Ven,” Ephemer mused as he passed the younger boy, “You have a brother, don't you? Why didn't you ask him to come along on the trip?”

For a moment, the youngest of the group looked like Ephemer had verbally assaulted him.

“Vanitas doesn't… like other people. Very much.” he quietly said, trying to avoid Ephemer's gaze.

“Ah, maybe next time!” the older boy smiled. Ven still didn't look at him. Giving a small shrug to the younger's reluctance, Ephemer moved on back to where Anora was sitting.

“Mind if I sit with you?” he asked. Anora looked up at him, raised a suspicious eyebrow, but nodded in agreement. Ephemer sure was more relaxed this morning than he had been for the past few weeks.

“Speaking of bringing along guests,” Gula mused from the back row, directing his attention to Aced, who was sitting two rows in front of him, “Why didn't you invite Ms. April, Aced?”

The Ursus headmaster immediately flinched before turning his body around to face Gula. “W-why would I do that?” he stuttered.

“Oh, I don't know.” the cheeky headmaster mused. “You two had gotten pretty close recently, so I was curious.”

Aced looked Gula over with a critical eye- trying to figure out what game the youngest headmaster was playing at. “If you must know, April and Anastasia are going to visit April's parents.” Aced then told him in a very certain tone.

“And you didn't join them?”

“W-well I did ask, if she wanted me to join them.” Aced stammered. “But, but she insisted that it was still too early in our relationship for me to meet her parents.”

“Oh really? How interesting...”

“How is that interesting?!”

“Oh, never mind...” Gula teasingly hummed as he got himself more comfortable. If it was meant to comfort Aced, it sure as fire didn't work.

“Are we all here?” Ira then questioned, making use of the bus's intercom system. It was Invi who did the head count and gave him a nod.

“Looks like it.” she agreed.

“Then let's get this show on the road.” Ira decided, turning on the bus's engine and smoothly guiding it out of Daybreak Drive.

Ventus had gone back to sleep the moment the bus started moving. He laid out on the bus's bench seat with a pillow at his head and his jacket as a makeshift blanket. His soft snoring could be heard if you got close enough, but no one wanted to disturb him. He was soon followed by Strelitzia, who had propped a pillow against the cold window, drifting off to sleep with the motion of the bus. Lauriam happened to look over at his sister and smiled. He then went through their suitcases to find a blanket for her. As Lauriam placed the blanket over his sister, she shifted a bit but did not stir, causing him to grin even more. He made himself a bit more comfortable before also going to sleep.

Skuld and Brain had decided to sit next to each other, both making idle chit-chat over the notes and questions they had at the last Dandelion meeting. Ephemer had pulled out one of his textbooks, Anora was curious enough to read over his shoulder, to which he did not stop her. Ava was lightly fussing over Shelby as she tried to keep the turtle on the bus's bench seat when all he wanted to do was explore. Invi looked like she had gone back to sleep, with her back against the bus window and her eyes closed, but she would occasionally mumble something to herself -something that sounded a lot like names of the teachers still at Daybreak during the summer- that made it clear that she was still trying to keep mental track of school security.

But it was still way too early in the morning to be awake. Anora gave up the battle eleven minutes after the bus left school grounds. She let out a long yawn as she laid her head down on Ephemer's shoulder. The girl was asleep before she even realized what she had done. Ephemer was quick to realize it, though, and did nothing to move her. Instead, he moved a bit to make it a bit easier for her before he laid his head on top of hers. A calm smile crossed his lips as he continued to read through his textbook. There was nothing more in this world that made you forget your worries than a long bus ride, and someone who made you feel happy resting on your shoulder.

. . .

Anora did not sleep for very long- waking up just an hour after she had gone to sleep. There was much more light outside than what there had been when they had first started. Ira was still driving the bus, and as she looked around, she found that only Brain and Invi were still awake. Brain looked to be playing some card game by himself and Invi had her back to the bus window, with one leg crossed on the bench and the other dangling off, while reading a rather steamy looking novella. Skuld had moved places, though, sitting in the bench behind Brain with her legs pulled up to her as she leaned her side onto the back of the bus bench.

Gula had moved places too, taking the spot next to Ava. He had gone to sleep with his head in Ava's lap. Ava herself was also asleep now, her head resting against the bus's window. Her fingers were intertwined in Gula's hair, as if she had been gently stroking him before drifting off. Shelby, much to the turtle's annoyance, had been placed in his cage.

“Anora.” Brain's voice suddenly spoke up, surprising the girl for a moment. She looked up to see him standing in the aisle, a set of playing cards in his hands.

“Wanna play War with me?” Brain asked, playfully shuffling the cards. “Promise to go easy on you.”

There wasn't much thought put into it when she nodded her head. What else did they have to do? So Anora carefully started to get up, made sure not to wake Ephemer in doing do, before going over to the bus bench that Brain had been sitting in earlier.

“It's really simple- my grandfather taught it to me when I was three.” Brain then went on. “Aces are high and the suits don't matter. We both pick a card from our stack, whoever has the highest card takes both. If we happen to draw the same card, then we pick out three cards at random, flip them over, and whoever has the highest total numerical count wins all eight cards. Still with me so far?”

Anora nodded, watching with a still groggy interest as Brain gave her ten cards to start with. The two played their game in relative silence after. Anora couldn't tell who was winning, her brain too sluggish from waking to even really care too know, but at some point she did start to notice that Brain kept staring at her. After they had been playing for ten minutes, she had to stop.

“Hmm? What's wrong?” the older boy casually questioned. “You were winning.”

Anora shook her head. Her face scrunched into an expression of conflict before quietly telling him, “You're staring at me.”

Brain raised an eyebrow. “Was I?” He then gave a callous raise and lower of his shoulder before saying, “Really didn't meant to, honestly. You're very… different. But at the same time, you don't stand out in the slightest. You're almost a walking contradiction.”

At this, Anora raised an eyebrow of confusion. Brain felt the need to explain himself further.

“Everyone here is either a headmaster or a Dandelion. Or related to one, in the case of Lauriam's sister. But you? You're no one. You shouldn't be here.”

A cold chill ran down Anora's spine. Brain looked up at her and took note of her paling expression. He leaned in close to Anora- his face held such a dark expression that Anora felt goosebumps growing on her arms.

“So, whose pants are you trying to get into?” he asked her. His voice was low and dark, while also not trying to raise suspicion from Ira or Invi. “Mine, Ephemer's, or Lauriam's? And if it's Ven's, then I'm sorry to say that I think the back exit on this bus is not locked properly. You should go check.”

Anora gaped at him in shock. He studied her, as if sizing Anora up, before coming to a certain conclusion.

“You are fascinating.” he decided in an expressionless tone. He sat up a bit straighter, bringing his focus back to the game. “So, is it my turn now, or yours? I lost track.”

Anora only looked at him. She eventually said, “Yours, I think.” before Brain gave a small nod and continued on like nothing had happened. But Anora had been put on edge. What on earth gave Brain that idea? Anora shuddered as a small breeze came in through the bus window; she didn't know, and she didn't want to know.

Too bad their summer only got weirder from there.