#vnc angst

[imreallyonthishellsite]

idk abt the rest of yall but I want more angst around noes memory ability. And not just the "ohh noe can see into memories and can never drink vanitas' blood and the moment he does vani will never trust him again 😱😥" No!! I want to see noe having trouble remembering what memories are his and which are the ones he took from another person. I want to see him begin to tell a story of something he randomly remembered only to be reminded that its not his memory. I want to see him feeling another person emotions from sharing memories and struggle to disconnect from it because it never even happend to him. Or feeling guilty over another's action that they did in the memory and having to told that he doesn't have to feel guilty bc it wasn't him and struggling to explain his feelings about why does anyway.

Just give me more of noe struggling with his powers.

[littlemissayu]

The Girl Who Met Him First

I grew up with love, familial platonic and most of all romantic love. That’s why I fell in love with love. I watched Disney love stories and rom-coms all the time. I was surrounded by the concept and promise of real, true, raw love. It made me hopelessly desire love, it caused me to constantly fantasize the idea of meeting someone and falling for them and them falling for me. Having a dream romance full of passion, promise, and unconditional raw love. When I met him for the first time, that's when I decided that the love I saw, the love that made people do crazy things, try new things, start new beginnings, become better people, and drove them absolutely insane it all became clear to me that it was all real the day I met him. It wasn’t instantaneous, but when I saw him I knew that one day he would completely enamor me wholly and truly. The love that I would feel for him would make me sick to my stomach but like a moth drawn to a flame I would keep coming back for more of his love each and every time. I loved him, I adored him, was smitten, and loved him sickly. The way he loves is so warm and precious. His love is like a lustrous crystal, his love is safe, warm, embracing, inviting, and priceless. His embraces are warm and comforting, they bring joy and harmony. His smile is warm to the touch, like getting close to the sun and touching its rays knowing the heat and passion within. His kisses had the taste of fresh berries in summer and filled with fervor & promise, the promise of always being yours. His love is pleasant, precious, and prevalent; yet I will never know this love as it is not mine. I am not the object of his every desire, passion, dream, and thought; that belongs to his lover who is not me but my sister, the girl who met him first.

[callilemon]

A piece of you ✨️🌹

[mirick-vn]

well fuck. what did i eat that day to make this fucking comment.

[svtellify]

okay but what if vanitas dying simply means that noe kills the monicker "vanitas" and vani leaves on as his true name, free from the blue moon altogether,,,

[svgvru]

𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓! since its NNN, im doing a fluffy or angsty event thingy. (i will be making a smutty fic on that). so...FLUFFVEMBER OR WHUMPVEMBER whatever the fuck you want to call it. regardless, there's gonna be one fic for every week, (maybe two if i'm feeling spicy) plus a fic on the last day of the month. but im not going to push myself this month. regardless, angst prompts and fluff prompts will be listed below (these will be used in the future).

just request a prompt (up to five) with any character thats in my fandoms list. here's the form to fill out!

𝗙𝗟𝗨𝗙𝗙

1. "we can be sick together." 2. "your problems are my problems, okay!" 3. "i'm always here for you, i need you to know that." 4. "can we do that again? my eyes were closed." 5. "i love you." 6. "yes, i unfortunately love this idiot." 7. "your lucky you're cute." 8. "you and only you." 9. "oh? do i make you blush?" 10. "a hug . . . i want a hug." 11. "you don't need to do anything, i've got you . . . just say yes." 12. "you're everything to me." 13. "my place, is by your side." 14. "you're the only one who—the only one who's made me feel like . . . this." 15. "you're special. i can feel it." 16. "my heart yearns for you, and you only." 17. "if you can't find a reason to live, live for me." 18. "nah, your stuck with me." 19. "are you sure about this?" 20. "i have never been so sure about how i feel than now." 21. "it think i deserve a reward . . . maybeee a kiss?" 22. "do you want my jacket?" 23. "trust me, i can read you like a book." 24. "i've missed you." 25. "i am never leaving you, understand?!" 26. "just—just a little longer, please?" 27. "aren't you handsome? well, i mean your not handsome—wait no! i mean you are handsome! but i didn't mean it in a—well maybe i kinda did . . . just—! im gonna shut up . . . " 28. "the second you flashed that smile, i fell in love." 29. "you're my favorite . . . everything." 30. "i've got this, you rest." 31. "Just close your eyes . . . i promise you, it'll be all over soon." 32. "oh. oh." 33. "as much as i hate to say it! . . . i need you . . ." 34. "you're love is like a blanket . . . and fortunately i'm always cold." 35. "i will always choose you. whether it be over someone else, or the world. it will always be you."

𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗧

1. "i loved you . . . " 2. "you were everything to me . . . " 3. "i can't—i can't do this anymore." 4. "no, you're a widow (can be replaced with anything) who's taken her grieving too far." 5. "i guess i was too niave . . . " 6. "why did you make me fall for you?" 7. "nope . . . what i've fallen for is a lie." 8. "you don't get nor desreve a second chance!" 9. "guess i'm just the rebound . . . " 10. "you . . . turned me into this." 11. "i can't fight anymore . . . i wan't to lose this battle. please let me lose . . . " 12. "i wish you were gay . . . " 13. "i wish you were a girl." 14. "what if . . . what if i just let it kill me?" 15. "we aren't—good for each other . . . not anymore." 16. "you're not good enough for me." 17. "oh. oh." 18. "what are we if we aren't together?" 19. "i . . . I HATE YOU!" 20. "you lied to me . . . ?" 21. "my heart, my soul, my body . . . all of it to you. and you fucked (/fell for) someone else?!" 22. "you promised me . . . " 23. "im so sorry. im so so sorry!" 24. "i couldn't keep my promise . . . " 25. "please—please don't leave!" 26. "i never should've let you in." 27. "what makes you think you still have that privilege?" 28. "you can't leave and then demand something from me . . . " 29. "you broke me so devoid of care, threw me away like a toy . . . and you want me to welcome you back?" 30. "no . . . you lost me." 31. "oh? well where's that bitch?" 32. "you thought that wouldn't hurt me?" 33. "i . . . i hope they make you smile." 34. "no. this—is not who i fell in love with. you are no longer my husband/wife and i am no longer your husband/wife." 35. "give me my ring . . . you don't deserve to wear it."

more prompts are likely to be added! if there are requests, then i will update this post to have a masterlist! 2/5 SLOTS FILLED.

[liltaireissocute]

Gifts

[briebysabs]

“It’s no use.....your hand won’t reach that fellow. You can’t save anybody, all you do is lose them.”

“But......I love him.”

“If you really love him.....you’d let him go.”

[sunshine-burnt]

I'm Not Glass, My Dear

Summary:

"Je ne suis pas verre, mon cher."

Or in which Vanitas does not want to be treated like glass. Or or in which Noé ensures his partner that he does not pity him.

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Vanitas was sharp like the metal of his knives.

He was strong like tungsten and brilliant like silver glinting beneath the sunlight. Moreover, the man was powerful, as powerful as the astermite that ran so much of both the vampiric and human world.

Vanitas was not delicate.

He was not fragile, like porcelain. Did not shatter the way that a ceramic plate did upon hitting the floor. Most certainly was never vulnerable to the elements like copper that oxidized due to exposure to air.

And logically, Noé knew this. Knew that his partner could withstand harsh treatment, knew that he could survive cruel words and even crueler blows. Knew that, despite being a human, Vanitas was strong. Like tempered steel.

It was hard to remember that, though, when the blue eyed man dropped like a stone to the ground. When the swing of the cursebearer's fist made a solid crunch! upon contact with the man's face. When it was his human who lay defenseless at the ill vampire's feet.

Noé saw red. It was with frightening speed that he appeared before his partner's body, raining strikes on the attacker. He snarled, pushing the vampire far enough back that Vanitas would have room to recover. In the back of his mind, he registered quiet groans, a sure sign that the doctor was still kicking. And thank the gods for that.

"Noé!" said vampire quickly comprehended Vanitas' request before the man uttered it, and he swept the cursebearer's legs out from beneath her. He turned, pinning the struggling woman to the ground so that the inverse operation could be started. As usual, the shining light of the Book of Vanitas enchanted him, and Noé listened to his partner's smug declaration of the vampire's true name. He rose, extending a hand to Vanitas' patient.

The white haired vampire gave a brief explanation as to what happened to the newly cured one, keeping an eye on his partner through his peripherals. The man never much liked speaking to his patients when he had finished treating them, and Noé suspected that many of the vampires Vanitas had helped before they met never knew his name. Well, that was the doctor's own choice, albeit a strange one, and it would irritate him if he mettled.

"C'mon, mon cher," Vanitas, ever impatient, called over his shoulder. "I don't want to be here a minute longer."

"Coming, coming," Noé soothed, taking a couple larger steps to catch up to his partner's stride. He couldn't blame the man for wanting to leave - he wasn't exactly welcome in Altus Paris after the stunt he pulled with Lord Ruthven.

As they walked towards the border, the vampire couldn't help but let his violet eyes roam over the human's body. Every time he looked, the contradictions that were ingrained in Vanitas seemed all the more notable.

Noé understood well that humans were weaker than vampires. In fact, when he had first witnessed Vanitas fight, he had been impressed by the man's fortitude. The longer he spent with the doctor, though, the more he wondered just how Vanitas functioned the way he did.

For one thing, the human was very slight. His figure was slim, and he often did not eat. In fact, Noé could probably count the amount of times he had seen Vanitas eat on one hand. While that didn't mean that the man was not dining alone or with others, for that was very much possible, he thought that he should've definitely seen this more. So that was strike one against his health.

Strike two was Vanitas' refusal to let others help him when he was injured. At the moment, his gait was slightly impaired by a limp from the previous fight and bruises had begun to bloom across his cheek. There was a scrape across his forehead that was slowly closing, and the glove that typically concealed his left hand in was torn, which revealed more cuts up his forearm. Noé knew that Vanitas healed quicker than most humans due to the blood of the vampire of the blue moon in him but that didn't mean that he didn't need to care for himself.

That led to strike three. Overall, Noé had concluded that Vanitas was bad at caring for himself. Rejecting help, ignoring food, not sleeping (another thing on Noé's list of Vanitas' irresponsibility), all things that would further lead to the human's demise. And it was not as if accepting such things was absurd. Why could the man not allow someone to tend to him? For being such a brilliant doctor (though he was uncertain as to the validity of the other's credentials regarding human doctoring), Vanitas was certainly thick-headed when it came to his own needs.

And that led Noé back to his earlier thoughts.

Vanitas was not fragile. But, sometimes, it was hard to think otherwise. Especially when he had just seen his partner crumple like a sack of flour. The vampire withheld a sigh. They would talk about this back at the hotel.

~

"Mon cher," Noé turned, noting an edge in the undertones of Vanitas' voice. He hoped they weren't about to fight, but he also wouldn't be shocked if his roommate had come to pick a bone with him. The doctor had disappeared to the rooftop when the two had returned to their current residence, likely done so to escape any concern the vampire might express. Noé had grown use to the routine after the first month or so when he had made the mistake of hovering around the man. Vanitas was skittish like a horse when it came to his wellbeing, and his partner's fawning had overwhelmed him. "Look at me."

Violet eyes rose to meeting striking blue ones, taking in the dark shadows painting the undereye. There was wariness in that gaze, a silent threat that he could and would run if even one wrong move was made. Vanitas approached the white-haired man's bed and set his medical bag at the foot of it much to Noé's surprise. He noted the other man's state of undress, night clothes covering his thin body. He didn't think he had seen his partner in fewer layers than his just his overcoat off.

"Like what you see?" Vanitas was quiet, the tease in his remark not quite genuine. He was tense, and, if Noé was allowed to note, seemed uncertain. It was a strange look on the human. He didn't know if he liked it.

"Vanitas...?" He trailed off, also keeping his voice low. He thought he saw trace amounts of vulnerability in those blue eyes. The younger man twisted strands of inky hair between fingers. He remained silent a few moments before shoving his medical bag into Noé's arms. The vampire stared at the bundle, startled. He raised a questioning gaze to his partner.

"Oh, don't look at me like that," Vanitas scowled, though there was no real malice in it. "You're always pestering me about my health despite it being outside your grasp. If you're so damn insistent, I suppose you can deal with it yourself."

The man glared at the floor, a slight pout on his face. Noé let out a chuckle, a soft smile adorning his own. Vanitas flicked his glance towards the vampire, a faux annoyance creeping into his expression.

"Thank you, Vanitas," he said and began to work.

Noé was not nearly as skilled as Vanitas when it came to this. His fingers tangled the bandages and his nose scrunched at the smell of the rubbing alcohol. He tenderly swabbed at the scratch on the other's forehead and arm. The vampire went about it slowly, methodically, mildly afraid that he would somehow mess it up and make things worse. He kept his touch gentle.

Vanitas' reaction was predictable, but not something Noé had the foresight of considering.

In a second, the cloth was snatched from him by pale hands that immediately doused it in more disinfectant then scrubbed harshly at the cuts. Noé raised his eyes to take in the ire on Vanitas' face as the man hissed at the sting of the hydrogen peroxide. His ministrations were much rougher and faster, yet he still moved about with a grace that the vampire lacked. A particularly sharp inhale noted the treatment of a gash on his shoulder. The wound was no longer bleeding but still needed to be cleaned. Noé grabbed the doctor's wrists, halting him.

"Let me do this," he said, seriously. The look he leveled on the shorter man roused a glare from him. "You said you would let me do this."

"And you proceeded to treat me like porcelain, Noé," Vanitas sneered. There was contempt in that retort. "Je ne suis pas verre, mon cher. Besides, I have no need for your pity."

"It's not pity, Vanitas," the vampire insisted, frustration creeping into his tone. "Treating you nicely isn't done out of pity, Vanitas. Don't you believe that you deserve some gentleness too?"

Dammit, Noé thought, biting his lip. That was sure to push the man to flee, at least for the night. Maybe most of tomorrow as well. Seriously, dammit. The human stared at him, stunned almost. As if that wasn't something Noé would say. He sighed. Well, he hadn't bolted yet, so maybe he could reason with him a little bit.

Carefully, the white-haired man took the cloth from fisted hands. He scooted back on the bed to give him some space.

"Vanitas," Noé said, studying the smaller one carefully. "Kindness isn't born out of pity. The way I tend to your injuries is not born out of pity.

"Et je sais. Je sais que tu n'es pas verre. Je sais.

"Please listen to me, Vanitas. I do not pity you."

The silence was tense. Noé wondered if Vanitas had listened to anything he had just said. He wondered if the human would still run away.

A hand suddenly grabbed the soft material of his nightshirt and yanked him forward. Noé stared into Vanitas' eyes, his own wide with surprise. Something raw and vulnerable rested on his face, and the vampire knew his words had reached him to some extent. Noé let himself be observed and taken apart and put back together by Vanitas' gaze. Stayed quiet as he was examined intently. Then, supposedly satisfied with his analysis, the doctor let him go. Handed him a roll of bandages.

"Je ne suis pas verre," Vanitas muttered.

"Oui, mon chéri," Noé smiled and thanked whatever beings might exist that his stubborn human was finally accepting his help.

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A/N:

Hello!

So, my French is not great, and I apologize for any and all grammatical, cultural, and spelling errors I made. I am in the process of learning the language, so unfortunately, what I wrote will likely contain inaccuracies. However, I hope you enjoyed this oneshot!

Translations: "Mon cher" = "My dear" "Je ne suis pas verre, mon cher" = "I'm not glass, my dear" "Et je sais" = "And I know" "Je sais que tu n'es pas verre" = "I know that you're not glass" "Oui, mon chéri" = "Yes, my darling"

[bookdragonquotes]

[neversetyoufree]

I have a theory regarding Jeanne's family: What if the reason why her family was killed by the Vampire Council was because they were the ones who killed Vanitas' family?

Interesting thought, but I don't think that works with what we already know.

(from mémoires 32 and 39)

Jeanne's parents were killed because they betrayed the vampires' war cause. Ruthven arranged a peace talk between humans and vampires, and Jeanne's parents, Ruthven's students, betrayed him in order to work with humans and kill the vampires assembled at that peace talk.

Plus, even if that reason turns out to be not entirely true, Jeanne's parents were killed before the Beast of Gévaudan incident, which means they were killed well over 100 years before the in-universe present day. As much as his backstory is mysterious, we have no reason to think Vanitas was alive back then. Jeanne's parents couldn't have killed Vanitas's dad because Vanitas's dad probably wasn't even born yet when they died.

[mizzymii]

It's late night. So here's a angsty vnc au idea. How does this work? Don't ask.

Vampires live for a long life. They're immortal until not. Usually when they start to "decay" and be coming much more sensitive to the sun; or dying from any means.

Additionally, those who have/had malmomens tend to have weakspots. This could be them being more vulnerable, able to die faster, having a shorter life expectancy or just pflat out be coming mortal like human.

With that in mind;

It's almost been a two-three decades since Vanitas died. Noe, appearing slightly older than he had; carries his story with him everywhere.

Until he meets a fellow; an ambitious doctor. This doctor claims that he can cure vampires; and for various reasons. He says he has no Name, no nothing; but he loves the idea of being called "Vanitas"; as he finds the meaning to be wonderful and quite representative of his beliefs.

The catch? Simple. The story continues. Each time the young Ambitious doctor ages, then dies. A new Vanitas being born every cycle. A new Mikhail is born; someone is always there to "act" as Luna. Not every story is the name; similar to doctor who. But there are always those who remember.

Jeanne is dying slowly from her decreasing age; able to turn to dust if the sun ever so likely grazes her.

Domi is thriving in an apartment with Jeanne; and Noe? Well.

We waits on the same building for his friend, lover or partner to arrive. New or old. With or without knowledge.

A reborn au; of a ever so continuing cycle; new faces but, not all memories stays unlocked forever >:)

Y'all I can write this fan fiction on Ao3 if y'all want I have ideas.

[cyyyyanity]

Fic Excerpt - The Bloody Puppet

Read full fic on AO3 (here)

He doesn't remember when everything begins to blur together. The scarlet moon hangs above in all its radiance, lighting up everything it's light touches in a red hue. It's bright, both from the headache it induces and the crimson seeping into his clothes that it lights up and enhances the color. It is bright in contrast to his fair skin that it stains as well. The blood of a vampire ignites in bright valor and color underneath the bright red moon. The crimson seeps into everything it touches; clothing and skin, stained in the ichor that touches his face and slips into the curves of his neck. Eyelashes flutter as do his closed eyelids as the world is drowned out. "-oé." The sound rings in his ears like a chorus. It is a twisted melody that he tries to grasp. It's familiar in a way he can't discern. "Noé!" The yell of his name has his eyelids fluttering open. Recognition comes to Noé suddenly as his mind begins to run again. With vision blurred and mind foggy, he stares openly at brilliant blue that comes into view. That's right. Memories come back to him suddenly, crashing into him in violent waves as he recalls how he came to be in this predicament.

[vermilionsun]

Rating: General Audiences Fandom: Vanitas No Carte Categories: M/M Relationships: Noe Archiviste/Vanitas Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Love confessions, Crying, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, both are in love but neither want to admit it (spoiler: they end up doing exactly that).

As the semester at college went on, the tension between Noé and Vanitas only seemed to grow. They danced around each other, their feelings bubbling just beneath the surface. Noé would catch Vanitas staring at him at random, only to quickly look away when their eyes met. And Noé would go out of his way to help Vanitas with his assignments, his touch lingering just a little too long. Their actions spoke louder than words, it was clear to everyone around them that they were in love, but neither wanted to be the first to admit it.

The tension finally reached its breaking point during a late-night study session in their shared dorm.

As they sat across from each other, books and papers strewn about the table, the air crackled with unspoken words. Noé finally mustered up the courage to break the silence. "Vanitas, I… I feel we must discuss this."

Vanitas looked up, his eyes barely wide with surprise but with a hint of hope. "About what, Noé?" he replied, his voice equally soft.

Noé took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. "About us. About how we feel about each other." The words hung in the air, heavy and full of emotion.

Calmly, Vanitas got up and walked away, his small smile never fluttering. "Non," he replied. "I don't think we need to talk about it."

He turned his back to Noé, his shoulders tense. Panic surged through Noé's heart, his mind filled with doubts about whether he had erred by voicing his feelings. But he couldn't let this moment pass without clarity, without understanding where they stood with each other. Taking a step forward, he reached out to grab Vanitas's arm, barely missing. "Vanitas… don't shut me out. I need to know how you feel."

Vanitas turned to face him, his expression unreadable. "Noé, you know I care for you. But this… this is too complicated."

Noé felt a wave of disappointment wash over him, but he refused to give up. "Complicated or not, we need to address it. We can't keep ignoring our feelings."

Vanitas let out a heavy sigh, frustration evident in the way his fingers raked through his dark, disheveled hair, a mix of emotions clouding his expression. "Will you cut it out already?"

"I can't just ignore everything that's happened between us." Noé insisted, his voice tinged with desperation.

"There's nothing to address," Vanitas repeated after a moment as he took another step away, his hands curling into fists as he clenched his eyes shut. "I feel nothing."

Noé felt a punch to his gut, and his throat ached as he struggled to breathe. "You can't honestly tell me that," Noé said, his voice quaking a little. "You must be kidding, right?"

"You think I can't tell?" Noé spoke up. "You're standing here acting as if you don't have a care in the world, but I know that's not true."

"How would you know?" Vanitas asked, his tone curt as he kept his hands clasped together.

"Because I've seen the way you look at me when you think no one is watching," Noé replied, his voice filled with a mixture of hurt and frustration. "I've seen the way your eyes light up and the way your smile reaches your eyes. You may try to hide it, but you can't fool me, Vanitas. I know you feel something. So don't tell me there's nothing to address."

Vanitas fell silent, his back turned to Noé, a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts racing through his mind as he struggled to find the right words. Noé could see his shoulders tremble ever so slightly.

"You know very well that I'm not like you," he said in an even tone, his voice seemingly lacking emotion. Noé could hear a slight quiver in the man's voice, though he still refused to turn around to face him. "I have my reasons for keeping my distance, Noé. It's better this way," Vanitas finally whispered, his voice cracking slightly, betraying the vulnerability he tried to conceal.

With that, Vanitas turned and walked out the door, heading first into the pouring rain.

Noé stood frozen in the doorway, watching as the rain poured down on Vanitas, his heart aching at the sight of the person he cared for so deeply in pain. Without a second thought, he ran out into the rain after him, calling out his name as he tried to catch up. Vanitas didn't stop; he didn't even turn around, but Noé could see the tears mingling with the rain on his face, and it broke his heart even more. He reached out and grabbed Vanitas' arm, forcing him to turn and face him, the emotions swirling in both of their eyes as they stood there, drenched and vulnerable.

"You're wrong," Noé said softly. Noé held his gaze for a few more moments, before pulling Vanitas into a tight embrace.

"What are you doing?” Vanitas' arms went limp at his sides as he tensed up, not used to physical contact. "Let…go," he murmured, his voice coming through a tight throat as he struggled to free himself from Noé’s grip. Noé, however, stayed put, and in return, Vanitas gripped at the collar of the other man's shirt. Vanitas' body began to tremble, despite his efforts to remain calm.

"You are bad-tempered. You always do whatever you want, arbitrarily. You don’t care whether you get hurt, but you can’t bear others getting hurt for your sake, and you try to isolate yourself by pushing everyone away. You are not like me; that much is true, but you're just as foolish!" Noé whispered, feeling Vanitas tremble in his arms.

Vanitas knew he couldn’t push him away. No, he didn’t want to push him away. His mind screamed at him, telling him how foolish he was, while his heart craved for more.

They stood frozen, the only sound being the quiet rhythm of their breaths. The rain continued to pour down around them, but in that moment, all that mattered was the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air between them. Vanitas finally broke the silence, his voice strained and barely above a whisper.

"Why…" He swallowed and tried to compose himself, "Why do you continue to be so persistent?"

"Because I love you, damn it!"

"W-what…?" He managed to sputter out, even as his own arms wrapped around the other man, gripping tightly at his shoulders. His chest rose and fell with deep breaths, inhaling Noé's prominent vanila and amber perfume. "Love.. Me…?"

"Yes, I love you," Noé repeated, his voice steady and sure. The rain cascaded around them, its gentle patter blending with the thundering beats of their hearts, creating a symphony of emotions in the downpour. A warmth engulfed Vanitas's chest, shattering the walls around his buried emotions, unleashing a flood of realization he had suppressed for so long. Tears welled up in his eyes as he finally allowed himself to believe in the possibility of love.

"Damn it…" he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the rain and filled with raw emotion that Noé had never heard before. And in that moment, as they stood there in the downpour, their hearts finally spoke the words that had been left unspoken for far too long.

Noé reached out and gently wiped away Vanitas's tears, a soft smile playing on his lips. "I've been wanting to tell you how I feel for so long, but I was afraid of losing you." Noé said softly, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"I'm not going anywhere," Vanitas whispered, taking Noé's hand in his own. "I love you too." And in that moment, as they stood there in the rain, their hearts finally united in a bond that could never be broken.

[vivievienne]

Late spring — Vanoé

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: In which Vanitas died from Noé's hands.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: It's my first time when I write here on tumblr. This work is also available on my wattpad in polish version. I hope you guys will enjoy it.

𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: slightly ooc, angst, not brutal death description, doesn't involve any manga spoilers, may involve bad english.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 431

"I don't understand..."

These three words left Noé's mouth.

"Why you...?"

His fingers squeezed the ground under him more and more.

"Why are you dead!?"

A yell.

Vanitas died.

From Noé's hands.

"Why did you tell me to do so...?"

A lament.

And tears. A lot of tears.

***

Everything was going fine until Vanitas didn't take the Book.

Noé doesn't know how much it takes to use its power by his partner. He doesn't know about the mark on Vanitas' arm.

He doesn't know anything about him.

And yet, he helped him.

"Noé." Vanitas said a while before that. "I don't know what will happen after I use this Book, so please, if anything goes wrong, kill me."

This was a very strange plea... even for Vanitas. And the fact that he pleaded...

But Noé got a hit from different side of this statement. The "Kill me" sounds like Vanitas doesn't care about what he said. Like he already agreed with what must happen.

Noé was speechless.

But he knew that Vanitas knows something more... And it hurts him a lot.

"I won't do that." He said with a slightly tremble in his voice.

"Noé, you know that-"

"I don't know anything!" He yelled. "I don't know anything because you never tell me anything. I won't let you die nor I will kill you. You won't end up like Louis!" He looked at him with tears in his eyes. Vanitas was too similar to his dead friend... To the one who wanted the same thing. And to the one which was beheaded on his watch.

***

He promised to himself that he won't make stupid decisions again.

At least he was thinking like that until he didn't see the consequences.

He doesn't know how to feel. He said that he won't let him die. He said that he won't let him go. And yet, he was the one who pulled his claws towards Vanitas neck.

He doesn't get this suicidal plan.

He doesn't understand what it all was about.

And he doesn't know why Vanitas doesn't want to let him drink his blood.

Noé felt almost a disgust towards the last thought. Why he could even think about that thing when his friend was laying on the ground with opened eyes and without a breath? But even if so, there also was a curiosity... What was going on under this black hair? Maybe... there was the reason why it all ended like that?

But even if so, why Vanitas wanted him to kill himself?

And why didn't he do it by his own...?

[mirick-vn]

i forgot to share this little animatic here 💀💀