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✨️Vanoé Angst Week: Day 7✨️ better late than never :)
A Memory is Not Enough: Chapter 1
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Prompt:
Blood | Major Character Death | “Please don’t leave”
Summary:
“‘You promised.’”
Little did he know it would end like this. Holding the body of his love close as the vampire drove a knife to the hilt into the corrupt human’s heart.
It took weeks for Noé to get the smell out of his clothes. The smell of Vanitas’ blood. The sweet addictive aroma of love.
And now that he was thinking about him more it seemed that smell was once again haunting him.
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Noé is drowning in his grief after killing Vanitas when a package with a very familiar scent finds it way to his door.
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“Knock Knock! Monsieur Noé?”
“Miss Amelia?” A barely audible voice from inside the hotel room responded to the knock at the door.
“Yes, Monsieur. You have another package. I’ll leave it outside your door. You may open up whenever you are ready.”
“Thank you.” The vampire responded to the maid softly.
“Will you be having dinner delivered to the room again tonight?”
“Yes, please.” Noé felt like a child having given this reply.
“It’ll be taken care of don’t you worry. I’ll have it up by six this evening,” Amelia replied with the usual warmth in her tone.
Noé heard the soft thud of the package hit the floor right before the click of Amelia’s heels receded for a few steps until she paused, walked back to the door and spoke again. Her words were a lot softer this time. There was a painfully obvious damper on her usually bright tone.
“We miss you in the dining room, Monsieur. Whenever you are ready, you are more than welcome to join us for your next meal.”
“Understood. Thank you again, Miss Amelia. I appreciate your hospitality,” Noé’s monotone voice responded.
Amelia’s heel clicks receded once again.
He knew Amelia could tell his voice lacked its usual contagious enthusiasm. He didn’t intend to make her worry, but he just couldn’t bring himself to leave his room since…
        since…
Noé was trying to block his rampant thoughts from entering his mind once again.
        …since Vanitas died.
It wasn’t working.
        Noé you’re lying to yourself.
Since Noé killed him.
        Killed?
Since Noé murdered his… his…
        Say it!
Since Noé murdered his partner.
        Partner!?
Since Noé murdered his best friend.
        Say it, you bloody coward. You never told him, did you?
His closest confidant? Intimate partner? The one person who he would rather sell his true name to Naenia to protect?
Vanitas was the one thing Noé loved so much he agreed to do anything the astermite-eyed human asked of him.
        “‘You promised.’”
Little did he know it would end like this. Holding the body of his love close as the vampire drove a knife to the hilt into the corrupt human’s heart.
It took weeks for Noé to get the smell out of his clothes. The smell of Vanitas’ blood. The sweet addictive aroma of love.
And now that he was thinking about him more it seemed that smell was once again haunting him.
He hated that smell. It reminded him of that terrible day. A day he would rather forget.
But Noé was an Archiviste. And it’s an Archiviste’s duty to remember. To archive. To be the walking library for all of vampire and now humankind.
It was a burden Noé hated from the moment he discovered his ability. But his wishes didn’t matter. Only the duty of his bloodline did.
Noé’s head was killing him. A lingering headache had plagued him since he had started to keep himself locked up in his room.
        Your room?
The room he and Vanitas used to share.
The headache would always get worse when he caught Vanitas’ scent still clinging to the threads of his clothing. However, this headache seemed to grow stronger and more prominent as he laid in bed trying to ignore it.
Not surprising.
Noé was struggling to take care of himself. If it wasn’t for Miss Amelia’s care or Dominique’s less-than-subtle insistence that he needed to “clean his tray” if he didn’t join her for a meal, it was entirely possible that the vampire would forget to eat entirely.
But somehow, amidst the headache, Noé seemed to be developing what he assumed was an appetite.
Odd.
But he didn’t question it. It had been a while since he was able to finish a meal in its entirety. Most of the food ended up being flushed down the toilet.
If Domi found out he wasn’t eating, he’d have another thing coming for him.
Noé decided to peel himself out of bed. Just to the door, he thought. Then the bathroom. He thought he was getting a bit thirsty. He was probably very dehydrated. No surprise there.
He dragged himself across the room, raking a hand through his greasy and matted hair in an attempt to tame it, and opened the door.
Suddenly his headache felt like someone had driven an ice pick up from the inside of his nose and into his brain. He stumbled, holding the door frame to keep himself upright.
Dehydrated. Definitely.
He quickly grabbed the package, set it on his desk, and dragged himself to the bathroom while pinching the bridge of his nose.
He hunched over the sink for minutes drinking glass after glass of cold water. His thirst wasn’t going away.
Hungry then?
No, this wasn’t hunger. Noé looked at himself in the mirror. It was more like the feeling he got when he wanted to…
Noé gasped.
        Are my irises red?
Wait. No. Still purple. He must’ve imagined it.
Well that wasn’t it either.
Noé shook the impossibility from his mind.
He exited the room, stomach sloshing with water, and looked at the package he placed on his desk.
He wondered who it was from. It had been a while since he received a gift. At first, they came in one after another for weeks after Vanitas died. Once people realized how much the death was affecting Noé. But those weeks passed quickly. Soon there were no more gifts. People moved on with their lives while Noé was left …stuck and alone.
Both things of which he’d done to himself.
A month or more may have passed, but the state Noé continued to live in was no different. Except for the fact that people had seemed to forget about Noé. Maybe they trusted he was healing on his own. But more likely they didn’t know how to help. Or they really did just forget.
That was alright. People needed to live.
But not Noé. He needed to remember. That was all he was good for anyway. His ability. His bloodline. His duty.
Thinking about his responsibility made him feel even more sick.
Oh, what Noé wouldn’t give to smile again. Really, genuinely smile.
He remembered the package.
That would get his mind off things for awhile!
It was packed so nicely. A perfect box. The edges of brown paper wrapping folded perfectly and secured tightly with a ribbon of twine. The bow on top was tied with the utmost precision and care.
This person must’ve sent him a special gift.
But there was no return address. Maybe a note inside, then?
Noé couldn’t stop the tiniest bit of excitement creeping into his gut. He wished he wasn’t feeling so terrible, maybe he’d actually enjoy unwrapping it more without this bothersome headache.
He sat on his bed with the gift and untied the twine, tossing it aside. Then he unwrapped the outer layer of packing.
His headache was getting nearly unbearable, but he’d deal with it later. Gift first.
He set the unwrapped box in his lap. Still unmarked, and no note.
Noé resigned himself to the realization he would never know who sent it.
Once the de Sade family spread the word, every important family across the nation had sent him something, even if he only met them once as a child over a decade ago. Just pleasantries. He never really understood the empty acts of the rich.
He opened the lid of the box.
        A jar?
Odd.
Noé removed the jar from the box and observed its contents through the glass. The lid was sealed tight and bound with another ribbon of twine around the neck of the jar.
Did someone send him strawberry preserves? Or possibly jelly? There didn’t appear to be any seeds. Maybe it was cherry instead. That would make sense if there weren’t seeds.
Either way it was expensive fruit this time of year, no doubt.
But the consistency was off. It wasn’t gelatinous. It was more like a thick syrup. Ah, that’s what it must’ve been. Some expensive fruit syrup from overseas. Possibly with medicinal properties? Unlikely. The color was off. It wasn’t quite purple enough to be elderberries. Noé would know.
This was more likely to be some immune system garbage that tasted worse than it smelled.
And what was that smell?
The jar maybe? Whatever was inside of it could’ve been the cause of Noé’s headache.
So he untied the twine, gripped the lid, and twisted…
Pop!
The air seal broke.
An aroma exploded from the seam of the jar lid making Noé fumble with the glass and nearly drop its entire contents.
He felt like the wind had just been knocked out of him.
That smell. It was so powerful. His head felt like it was about to burst. But why couldn’t he place the scent? It was so familiar. It made Noé want to…
Want to…
        want…
Impossible.
No.
Noé ran to the bathroom once again, careful not to spill the contents of the jar as he removed the lid entirely.
He looked in the mirror. This time his eyes did indeed show a bright red. Two vibrant rubies stared back at him.
Noé stared back down at the jar. There was no way. How? He had to be mistaken. Hallucinating or something? Was there a airborne psychedelic laced in the contents of the jar making him hallucinate?
He put the jar in the bathroom, closed its lid, then the door, and buried himself in his bed under sheets.
There was no mistaking it.
The jar.
Its scent.
It smelled exactly like Vanitas.
Or rather, it smelled like the sweet aroma of Vanitas’s blood.
Noé tossed around in bed, twisting and tangling himself hopelessly in unwashed sheets and trying to convince himself his nose was wrong.
But he had never been wrong about this before.
Vanitas’ blood was the one scent he could never mistake. He could easily pick out the aroma from a crowd. He had attuned himself to the smell so he could determine when the human was injured.
Or at least that’s what he told himself.
It was definitely not because the human’s blood was the sweetest thing he had ever smelled in his life.
Even more so than tarte tatin.
Just the aroma would make Noé sick with bloodlust, though he eventually learned to control the urge, as he always did as an Archiviste.
An idea popped into Noé’s head. There was only one way to know for sure.
He dragged himself back to the bathroom and slowly opened the door, peeking his eyes around the doorframe to hide as if the jar of mystery liquid could become sentient and attack him at any moment.
Noé dipped his little finger into the jar, before lifting his hand to his face, eyes nearly rolling back into his head from the punishingly sharp scent.
A scent now so very close to his lips.
He stared at the liquid on his finger as it began to drip.
        Only one way to know for sure.
Noé brought his finger to his mouth and licked it. The taste was pure bliss. As if someone had made pure extract from the feeling of euphoria.
Eagerly, Noé splashed into a memory…
***
The blue moon shone brightly through the windows in a room of stained glass.
A white-haired figure stood a fair distance away.
Noé paused.
And contemplated.
He had seen this memory before. Just not through these eyes.
Before he could look for any other details, Noé felt the body that housed his own consciousness speak.
“I am called Vanitas. The Vampire of the Blue Moon passed on to me his name and his book. Yet I am but a human.”
Impossible, Noé thought.
“Lend me your strength, Noé. With your great fighting ability and sturdy body, I’ve no doubt you’d make a fine shield.”
Noé then heard his own voice.
“That’s a hard pass.”
Noé saw himself through another’s eyes. Through Vanitas’ eyes. In the cathedral where the two of them fell from the airship that long time ago.
He saw the look of bewilderment on his past face. The expression greatly reflected what he was feeling now presently.
***
Noé forced himself to resurface back in reality. He was still standing in the bathroom with a finger in his mouth.
        Oh no.
        Oh no… no no no.
He looked at the jar.
This blood. This was indeed Vanitas’ blood. There was no denying it now.
A swarm of questions flooded his mind. None of them fully thought out, but the shapes of the questions were there. He couldn’t seem to focus long enough on one worrisome concept before the next idea shoved its way to the forefront of his thoughts.
This was bad. And for so many reasons he couldn’t pinpoint each in particular.
Noé panicked.
The jar seemed to stare at him with an alluring aura.
He had promised Vanitas that he would never look into his memories.
He never had.
He swore not to.
At least when he was alive.
But the scent of his blood was so…
Addictive.
Noé bargained.
A sip.
Just a sip.
He went to reach for the glass jar.
But his hesitant motion was interrupted by a sudden loud rapping on the front door.
“Noé! I’ve brought your dinner. Open up!”
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vanoeangstweek · 1 year
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Vanoé Angst Week Prompts
"We're strangers. If the other stops being useful, cut him loose. If he gets in the way, kill him. That's all we are, and you know it." - Vanitas, chapter 50 The prompts for Exposure Therapy: a vanoé angst week are here! The week will run November 7th-13th, using the hashtag #VanoeAngstWeek2022.
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There are 3 prompts for each day: a theme, a trope, and dialogue. Day 7 is a free day but prompts are there for anyone who wants them.
Prompts: Day 1: Selfish/Selfless • Forbidden Love • "I couldn't stop myself" Day 2: Scars • Hurt/Comfort • "What did I do to deserve this?" Day 3: Jealousy/Yearning • Fake/Secret Dating • "I need you" Day 4: Goodbyes • Unrequited Love • "I can't do this anymore" Day 5: Memories • Lovers to Strangers/Enemies • "You promised" Day 6 : Sickness • Amnesia • "I'm tired" Day 7 [Free Day]: Blood • Major Character Death • "Please don't leave"
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azapofinspiration · 1 year
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: ヴァ二タスの手記 - 望月淳 | Vanitas no Carte | The Case Study of Vanitas - Mochizuki Jun (Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Noé Archiviste/Vanitas, Noé Archiviste & Vanitas Characters: Noé Archiviste, Vanitas (Vanitas no Carte) Additional Tags: Exposure Therapy: Vanoé Angst Week (Vanita no Carte), VaNoé, Angst, cameos from other characters - Freeform, Post-Canon, The Doctor is Already Dead, death mention, Memories, blood mention, Coping, Bad coping mechanisms, self-neglect, Dreams, Visions, pushing people away, Noé has a bad time, Hurt/Comfort, As much comfort as you can get when someone's dead, Don't copy to another site Series: Part 5 of Vanoé Angst Week 2022 Summary:
With Vanitas gone, all Noé wants to do is wallow in memories, both his own and Vanitas's. He doesn't want to forget a single moment, even if he has to set aside everything else. His memories are all he has left.
Yet for all that he dwells on memories, it seems there's something important that he forgot.
Vanoé Angst Week Day 5: Memories; "You Promised."
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noes-pillow · 1 year
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✨️Vanoé Angst Week: Day 1✨️ @vanoeangstweek
What’s Left Unsaid
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Prompt:
Selfish/Selfless | Forbidden Love | “I couldn’t stop myself.”
Summary:
"If anything, I need to apologize.”
Damn right you do.
"I’m sorry.”
'Sorry’ doesn’t mean you’ll come back to me.
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Noé reads Vanitas' last letter to him after his death.
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“I couldn’t stop myself from writing to you.”
Noé’s hands quivered holding the pathetic example of a piece of stationary. It was crushed, torn in the middle, and nearly falling apart. The ink was barely decipherable. So much of it smeared with blood.
 “I realize this is more unfair to you than it is to me.”
You got that damn right, that awful human. How dare you. Noé told himself he didn’t want to continue. That was another lie.
 “I see you writing in your notebook all the time. You are so focused on your work. You are so dedicated to your purpose. It’s admirable. Because in a way I can relate.”
So, he was looking at him. Noé wasn’t just imagining the small glances thrown his direction. The little flashes of electric blue. His desk was on the side of the room where Vanitas could see a perfect profile of Noé’s candid face while he worked.
 “I hope you never stop being as dedicated as you are.”
Vanitas never spoke like this.
“I hope you find a new purpose after I’m gone.”
Stop. Where was this even coming from?
 “And I hope you are able to forgive yourself.”
Noé laughed. A fake giggle of disbelief.
 “Because Louis would forgive you.”
Damn you. Louis was dead. And now so was Vanitas. Noé wasn’t trying to make a habit of being forgiven by his dead friends.
So why was he saying these things now?
 “And I already forgive you too. Actually, there is nothing for me to forgive, really. You promised to hold up a deal I never thought you would agree to. If anything, I need to apologize.”
Damn right you do.
 “I’m sorry.”
‘Sorry’ doesn’t mean you’ll come back to me.
 “Noé, I’m so sorry, mon chéri.”
Don’t call me that. Noé would never get to hear him say that name ever again. It was torture for Vanitas to remind him of that fact.
 “I’m sorry about the secrets I had to keep from you and that I could never tell you about my past.
I wanted to.
I wanted to terribly.
But I do also know that you understand, as much as you wish it were different… as much as I wish it were different.”
Noé wished nothing more to be holding his Vanitas rather than the decrepit letter in his hand.
This should’ve been a love letter not a suicide note.
In some ways it was both.
“I’m leaving the book in your care. Destroy it, if you can. The tear stone should have shattered upon my death, but the book must also be forgotten.
Burn it, rip it to shreds, throw it into the void between the barriers, if you must.
The world needs to forget any trace of Luna.
The world needs to forget any memory of me.”
I don’t want to forget.
 “I know you can’t forget me. You always were a sentimental one. I know you wouldn’t even dare try. So that is why I must say this.”
Noé stared at the page. His eyes could burn the page to ash if he scrutinized the message with any more intent. His heart pounded with anticipation, trying to guess what words he would read next.
He tried not to be so hopeful, but that’s hard when you’re reading someone’s last words. Vanitas’ last words.
 “Noé…
My friend, and partner in crime.
Whatever words you are hoping to see me say, you will not find in this letter. Whatever confessions you are hoping I write to you will never exist. Whatever I have left unsaid should remain that way.
There are things I could say, things I might even mean, feelings that might even be true, that which will die with my last breath of sanity.
To be human is to feel. But I’ve never really been human, have I? I was born that way yes, but I don’t have the luxury of that now after all that has happened.
Noé, there are things I cannot say because I mean them.
But they wouldn’t be fair to speak into the world.
Wouldn’t be fair to you.”
Selfish human.
 “And the universe isn’t fair.”
That was one phrase Noé didn’t need to be told to know was the truth.
With a sigh that left his lungs feeling like they should be drowning, Noé finished reading.
He didn’t want to take another breath, but his body forced him. Everything felt heavy. Like his body was made of lead. He couldn’t move for awhile. He just sat at his desk, and turned to the right, looking at Vanitas’ empty bed.
Noé pressed the paper flat to dry and let his mind wander. Eyes unfocused, looking at nothing, but still facing Vanitas’ side of the room. A few memories replayed in his mind. He wished he could lose himself in them. Drown in them if he needed to.
But no.
Some time later, Noé folded up the dry, flattened words of his late partner. One, two, three, four folds in half, into the size of a business card.
That letter found it’s home in the left inside pocket of Noé’s coat, buttoned tight for safekeeping.
He never read those words again. He didn’t need or want to.
Years passed, and from time to time Domi would notice Noé press his right hand to his chest over his heart. She thought it was some routine he absentmindedly did when he was feeling a little more emotional.
What she didn’t know was that there was a little folded piece of paper in his pocket that Noé kept for when he was feeling lonely. Warmed between his hand and his heart for when he needed it to be.
Vanitas’ letter might have said nothing, but its existence meant everything.
Though he only saw the words once, the last line would pop into his mind more often than he was willing to admit.
Vanitas didn’t even have the sense to sign his message. He simply ended with…
 “Noé, I set you free.”
No, Vanitas.
You’ve just left me alone.
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✨️Vanoé Angst Week: Day 5✨️ @vanoeangstweek
Blood Will Stain
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Prompt: (only 2 today)
Memories | “You Promised”
Summary:
“Don’t worry,” the platinum haired vampire let out a chuckle, “it’s not the first time in my life I’ve been covered in blood like this.”
Vanitas turned to face his partner for the first time since the end of the amusement park fight. Blue eyes didn’t blink.
“Though,” as Noé continued laughter shook strands of white hair onto his forehead, “it is the first time the blood is my own.” Noé’s residual smile slowly melted as concern slowly froze into his face.
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Vanitas asks Noé to tell him why he was covered in blood once as a child. He is grossly unprepared for the answer, and Noé is unprepared for what Vanitas will ask of him after.
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“Don’t worry,” the platinum haired vampire let out a chuckle, “it’s not the first time in my life I’ve been covered in blood like this.”
Vanitas turned to face his partner for the first time since the end of the amusement park fight. Blue eyes didn’t blink.
“Though,” as Noé continued laughter shook strands of white hair onto his forehead, “it is the first time the blood is my own.” Noé’s residual smile slowly melted as concern slowly froze into his face.
Vanitas inhaled to comment but stopped himself mid breath at the new expression made by his white-haired counterpart. He prepared himself to deal with Noé’s inevitable account of whatever caused the concerning blood event from the “first” time.
It was a story he had never shared with the human before. And by the vampire’s concerned expression, it looked like that was about to change.
Whatever “it” was, it was enough for Vanitas to recognize it was not just a story. The vampire seemed to flinch around certain topics. Stories were stories. Memories were something more.
Sincere and deep amethyst eyes locked with shocked bright sapphires. Noé’s face was stone. Surely a question was perched on the tip of the vampire’s tongue.
Vanitas braced for impact.
Sure enough, with his head down, Noé opened his mouth.
“Vanitas…”
He waited.
The pause was heavy. Thick with dread and anticipation.
The vampire spoke.
“Do you know how to get blood out of a white coat?”
…?
That’s it?
Vanitas was no short of dumbfounded. “Excuse me, come again?” his tone somehow staler than Noé’s half-eaten croissant from yesterday’s breakfast still sitting on his desk. There was no way his ears were working properly today.
Noé dramatically sighed in disappointment. “Aw I knew it. Teacher always warned me to be careful, there’s no way I’ll be able to get this blood stain out now, will I?”
“You… you’re worried about the blood on your clothes?”
“Of course! I can’t go out in public like this, its unbecoming.”
Vanitas had to agree there. But that wasn’t the point. “Noé, about what you said earlier…”
“This coat means a lot to me!”
Dear lord, Vanitas swore the smallest stupid things were important to this vampire. “Alright Noé, I’ll tell you what to do, but only if you agree to answer a question.”
“Deal.”
That was fast.
“You promise?” Vanitas confirmed.
“Promise. So long as you help me with this.” Noé lifted his bloodied coat.
Well ok then.
Vanitas rolled his eyes. “I’ll ask Miss Amelia later if the hotel has sodium bicarbonate lying around. It should help lift the stain. For now, soak it in the tub with some soap and cold water.
Noé spun on his heels to walk toward the bathroom.
“Once you’re back you had better answer my question,” Vanitas called expectantly.
“Of course! Give me one moment.”
The vampire returned, minus his waistcoat, promptly after running water into the tub for a few minutes. Vanitas noticed the sleeves of his black shirt were rolled to his elbows and two buttons from the neck were undone. But he ignored those observations.
“I’ve finished, Vanitas. What was your question?”
The human took a breath. “You have to promise to answer honestly.”
“I promise.” Noé slightly giggled, “You always know when I lie, anyway.”
Vanitas smiled. Noé was right. But the overly bubbly attitude the vampire was showing seemed to be evidence that Noé was indeed worried about the question Vanitas was about to ask him.
“Earlier,” Vanitas was careful to select the least intrusive language, “you mentioned that you had been covered in blood before.”
Noé tensed. It was subtle, but Vanitas was perceptive. The vampire caught on quickly.
“What happened?” The human was concise in his question.
The gears in Noé’s head turned and he grimaced. He did not like this question. “I don’t want to answer this.”
“You promised,” Vanitas reminded him.
Noé shrugged, he did promise. “It was just Louis.”
Louis? Noé had mentioned that name after Mikhail nearly killed Dominique. That was her brother, right?
“His head kinda flew off and the blood got all over my face, hair, and clothing.” Noé continued.
…what?
Vanitas froze. As if Veronica de Sade had encased him in ice right then and there.
Noé’s tone lightened a bit. “Teacher took care of my clothes. All the blood stains were removed too! My hair looked a bit brown for a little while though. But just the right side of my head and bangs. I had never dyed my hair before, so it was cool to see something other than white…” the vampire continued to ramble, but Vanitas was still stuck on one detail.
His head…
…”flew off”?
“Noé,” Vanitas cut Noé off. “Louis… was decapitated in front of you?”
Noé’s face hardened once again, annoyed that Vanitas had backtracked. “Why do you even care? You just wanted to use me as your shield, remember? You have no right to pry around asking about my old memories just to judge me for them.”
Vanitas scoffed. “Judge you? Oh, that’s rich coming from you.” he snapped back at him.
Noé scrunched his eyebrows. “Why?”
“Don’t act ignorant, Archiviste,” Vanitas hissed.
“What? Vanitas, I assure you I’m not trying to.”
“Could’ve fooled me.” The human muttered under his breath.
“Vanitas, what is your point?” Noé was equally annoyed and irritated now.
“Forget it, Noé.” Vanitas turned to walk away gritting his teeth and biting his tongue. “I’m not about to attempt to psychoanalyze you anyway. You wouldn’t even listen to good advice if it slapped you in the face.”
“Vanitas, stop. I want to know why you are upset now.” Noé was irritated, but he also didn’t understand.
Years of suppressing a memory of that nature will do that to a person.
If Vanitas had bitten the inside of his check harder, maybe he could’ve kept his mouth shut. But he also would’ve drawn blood. In front of Noé, either option was less than ideal. He allowed his temper get the better of him.
In the blink of an eye, Vanitas pivoted on one foot to turn around and shoot angry electric blue eyes at his companion. “You…” his inhale almost an aggressive growl, “are so privileged to have forgotten what pain and trauma you experienced in your childhood. Because of that, you have no right to speak about memories in the way you do.”
Noé was taken aback. He was both surprised and confused. His expression looked as if Vanitas had slapped him.
“Is everyone else just a character in a book to you? How can you walk around drinking others’ blood left and right, seeing into their pasts like you were gifted a front row seat to the memoir of their lives when you barely even remember your own?”
It was Noé’s turn to feel dumbfounded. And, frankly, attacked too.
“Memories aren’t just a story.” Vanitas spat. “They hold more meaning than that.”
“Vanitas,” Noé uttered quietly. “I know.”
“You know? Then why do you talk about your friend…?”
“Louis.” Noé interrupted.
“Why do you talk about Louis like he was just some story from your past? Like you weren’t even there. Your best friend was brutally murdered right in front of your eyes. How are you not angry?”
Noé shrugged, “Teacher said it needed to be done.”
Vanitas froze. For as smart as Noé was, he was also a moron.
“And you don’t see anything wrong with that?” Vanitas was barely holding his composure.
“Well, I did at first. But after some time, I understood that Louis was sick and nothing I could’ve done would fix him. Only teacher could help him. And now I want to stop it from happening to anyone else.”
“No emotion in that, is there?” Vanitas mumbled quietly to no one but himself.
“What?” Thankfully Noé hadn’t heard him.
“Well, we have that in common,” Vanitas said a bit louder.
There was a heavy pause before Noé next spoke.
“It didn’t matter who killed him.”
Vanitas didn’t know what he meant.
“If he was going to die, it didn’t matter, right?” Noé looked like he was asking for approval from Vanitas.
“What do you mean?”
“Right before Louis… died,” Noé was fighting to get the next words out, “he asked me to kill him.”
He…
…what?
“So,” Vanitas needed to know, “did you?”
“Of course not!” Noé immediately shouted back at him. “How could I kill my best friend? And Domi’s brother too?”
There it was. The emotion Vanitas had been looking for was leaking out through Noé’s words.
But it also struck a nerve with the human. A question he himself had wanted to ask the vampire now felt very… unfair of him to voice. But he’d worry about that later.
“Who did kill him?” Vanitas still wanted to know the answer.
“Teacher… I think,” Noé squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, “it’s all still a bit of a blur. The next thing I knew something warm had splattered on my face and Louis was… in two pieces.”
“And you still trusted your Teacher after that?”
“He… saved me…” Noé seemed oddly unsure of himself, “…I’m pretty sure.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
“It’s complicated.”
“Surely.”
“Vanitas, Louis was a curse-bearer.”
Oh.
Well, that explained a lot. Actually, it explained everything. Noé’s need to save everyone. His fascination with Vanitas and the Book. And most importantly, his absolutely undeniable loyalty.
Who let a heart as enormous as Noé’s experience such turmoil?
The poor naïve boy was too kind for his own good.
Noé now just looked… sad.
He had just allowed many old and forgotten memories to resurface for the first time in years. He was far from feeling his best at the current moment.
Vanitas realized he may have overstepped, but he wasn’t about to apologize for it. Instead he walked over to Noé who was sitting on his bed staring at the floor, and stood in front of him.
Wordlessly Noé reached out to wrap his arms around Vanitas’ waist. Vanitas replied by wrapping one arm around Noé’s back between his shoulder blades and using the other hand to hold Noé’s head to his chest. Noé’s ear on his sternum.
Vanitas’ heart was beating ferociously but the rhythmic pulse seemed to soothe the vampire a bit.
However, the question Vanitas had wanted to ask appeared again on his tongue. He contemplated asking it but swallowed the words instead. Another time.
There was so much more Vanitas wanted to say. Too much more he wanted to say.
So he said nothing. He just let the vampire breathe and listen to his heartbeat.
Vanitas had opened up a wound that Noé had forgotten about, but never let heal. It was time to let him rest.
***
After some time, they both fell asleep. Purple eyes closed long before blue.
Noé squeezed his Vanitas shaped pillow. On any other occasion, the human would’ve slapped him awake but he suppressed the impulse. He’d let him sleep for now. He really needed it.
There was no way the cheery eyed vampire would sleep soundly anymore after tomorrow. Not after Vanitas would ask him to cover himself once again in blood.
And this time it would be on Noé’s hands, not his Teacher’s.
Tomorrow Noé would find out that he would once again be asked to soak himself in blood. And it would once again have to be the blood of a good friend. Dare he say his best friend.
Vanitas felt guilty for being the second person to ask Noé this.
He would understand, right? He had to.
Noé mumbled something in his sleep that seemed to sound vaguely like the name “Lo… uis.” He then adjusted and accidentally kicked Vanitas in his sleep and the human let out a grunt, so he kicked back.
“Don’t make this harder than it already is, dingbat.” Vanitas just audibly whispered.
The vampire was sound asleep and didn’t respond. Vanitas decided to practice his question.
“Noé,” Vanitas whispered almost silently, “when the time comes, will you be the one to kill me?”
No reply, as expected.
Noé just hugged Vanitas tighter in his sleep.
It was as good of a “yes” as Vanitas would get for now, so he too allowed himself to fall asleep.
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✨️Vanoé Angst Week: Day 4✨️ @vanoeangstweek
I Didn't Mean for You to Find Out This Way
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Prompt:
Goodbyes | Unrequited Love | “I can’t do this anymore.”
Summary:
Noé was in love with Vanitas. That was not a secret. Not to the vampire or the human. He had been for a while. And that was also not a secret.
The amethyst-eyed vampire had decided he couldn’t take it any longer and confessed his feelings to his best friend and partner.
Vanitas just stared back at him in shock. The intense current flowing into his irises making them an impossibly bright shade of electric blue.
“Mon ami, I’m sorry. I don’t feel the same.”
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Noé must come to terms with the fact that Vanitas will never love him back. And that sometimes you need to know when it's time to leave.
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Noé was in love with Vanitas. That was not a secret. Not to the vampire or the human. He had been for a while. And that was also not a secret.
The amethyst-eyed vampire had decided he couldn’t take it any longer and confessed his feelings to his best friend and partner.
Vanitas just stared back at him in shock. The intense current flowing into his irises making them an impossibly bright shade of electric blue.
It was simultaneously the most beautiful sight that Noé had ever seen and also the most depressing.
“Mon ami, I’m sorry. I don’t feel the same.”
Noé had a feeling this would be the response he received.
“But, I’m glad you told me and am happy you trusted me enough to be so honest. I promise that I don’t think any less of you, and I still want us to stay partners.” Vanitas probably felt that his words would hurt Noé and that they weren’t enough.
But Noé had prepared himself for this response and he was surprisingly more relieved than he was saddened. As long as he could keep Vanitas in his life, romantic partner or not, he would be happy. As long as they could spend time together and work together, he would genuinely enjoy that time.
And now he was free. Free to feel like he wasn’t hiding anything from Vanitas any longer. Free from being hypervigilant of his own words and filtering what he thought he could say without giving himself away, God forbid that Vanitas find out his terrible secret on his own.
The secret that Noé was irrevocably in love with him.
But now he no longer needed to hide that fact. And the relief of that weight off Noé’s shoulders made him so happy. Not to say he wasn’t a little disappointed as well, but he could easily manage that.
He still had a strong friend in Vanitas, and that was all that mattered.
A few months later, Noé was having dinner in the dining room with Vanitas, Jeanne, and Dominique. It was not a special dinner by any means. Just a typical weekday where the four of them could enjoy each other’s company. Four friends simply spending quality time together.
Noé couldn’t be happier. He had this thought during every dinner, but that feeling never changed or faded. He loved his friends and valued the time he spent with them.
Domi had excused herself to leave early on account of her duties at Carbunculus Castle that evening, leaving three friends remaining.
It wasn’t abnormal for any of them to leave early. They all had lives, and jobs, and things to attend to.
Vanitas was next to excuse himself early. Amelia had passed him a letter during dinner. Another summons from Count Orlok “Status: Urgent,” which also wasn’t abnormal given the recent uptick in curse bearer sightings in Paris.
What was abnormal was something Noé had noticed before but never spent much thought on.
There was an odd tension between the other vampire and human sitting at the table as he departed. It wasn’t an awkward tension. In fact, it was quite the opposite.
Noé had observed Jeanne helping Vanitas on a few curse-bearer cases in recent weeks. But he couldn’t stop his mind from jumping to conclusions.
There had been, and still was, a near unbearable number of curse-bearers appearing in the city, and Vanitas had offered Noé some rest from work, to which the vampire declined.
Vanitas had continued to nag him about it. But he had only accepted once it was evident to Noé that he was becoming overworked and only once Vanitas had promised to bring another vampire along to protect him.
To solve the issue, Noé had asked Jeanne, who graciously accepted, and she had been keeping an eye on the human, protecting him from harm as he healed curse-bearers, whenever Noé was unavailable or too overworked to help investigate.
“Monsieur Noé?” Jeanne asked.
He had been deep in thought. Noé looked up to meet her golden eyes.
“I’d like to confide in you with something.” Her cheeks turned red, “but I need you to promise not to tell anyone or laugh at me.”
Noé was intrigued, “I cannot promise anything before you offer the information, but as long as my withholding of it will not cause anyone harm, I believe I can agree.”
Jeanne was not visibly comforted by this answer, but Noé couldn’t offer any other response. He had formulated a solid educated guess as to what words would follow, anyway.
“I…” her voice quivered. Noé knew why. “I think…”
To think this woman had killed hundreds of vampires. In this moment she didn’t seem anything like a Bourreau.
“I think I have developed sincere feelings for Vanitas.” Jeanne covered her very pink face with two hands.
The Hellfire Witch… a shy maiden? What a fearsome concept. Except, to Noé, it was fearsome. To him she was competition. And peculiarly, that scared him more than any opponent he could face on the battlefield.
Noé listened to her speak and after awhile the two found common ground. Noé decided to tell her about his similar feelings for the human as well.
The two laughed at their unfortunate situation, dissolving some of the awkward tension.
“Great minds think alike.” Noé had jokingly reminded her.
They both giggled a bit more, softly deviating the conversation from the original topic of discussion.
There was no following conversation of who, if any, was allowed to proceed with or act on their affections of the beautiful sapphire-eyed human. Noé thought there was no need.
Both Jeanne and Vanitas now were fully aware of Noé’s feelings. He had been more than open and honest to both of them on the matter of his affections. There was no need for him to worry. The three of them were friends first.
Jeanne wouldn’t make a move on the human unless she spoke to Noé first.
And Vanitas wouldn’t accept those advances without hesitation and considering Noé’s response.
Neither would happen if they valued their friendship.
Right?
Just three adults who knew better than to let romantic feelings get in the way of a strong platonic bond.
Noé was in a fantastic mood today. He woke up to a bright sunny sky, a day off from work, and to Murr who was wonderfully less irritable than usual.
The vampire had made an impromptu decision to go sightseeing alone. Vanitas had questioned his judgement, but curiously allowed the directionally challenged vampire to venture out into downtown Paris all by himself.
“I won’t get lost this time,” he had said, “I’ve been practicing.” He had said.
Noé did indeed get lost.
Not as lost as he usually did, but a little lost is still lost.
So, he made the best of it, as he usually did with life. He explored the shops, ate crepes, and got the most adorable little hat for Murr. It even matched his own white top hat.
Nothing could bring Noé’s mood down today. Nothing.
Once he found a familiar street, Noé happily skipped back to his and Vanitas’ room in Hotel Chouchou. He was very eager to show Vanitas the little trinket he bought for his charming Murr.
The light under the crack in the door indicated Vanitas was indeed in the room. Noé had missed dinner because of the unexpected duration of his excursion so he was happy to see that Vanitas hadn’t gone down to dinner either. Or if he had, he hadn’t been in the dining room for long.
Noé enthusiastically unlocked and opened the door, his smile shining brighter than the full moon through the window.
He was met with the most unexpected sight. His face dropped instantly in horror, and his body froze. Both Murr and his hat dropped to the ground.
The other two bodies in the room froze as well.
“V…Vanitas?”
Noé noticed a head of white hair in addition to the black.
“Jeanne?”
Silence.
“It… it’s not what it looks like!” Jeanne was quick to say in reply.
Why that excuse? It wasn’t even an excuse. If anything, it was an admission of guilt. Better not to say anything at all.
It was, in fact, what it looked like.
Noé might’ve been naïve, he knew that he was, but he was not an unobservant idiot.
Two red pearls of blood adorned Vanitas’ neck upon a pink rose shaped mark. His shirt was completely unbuttoned, bowtie discarded on the floor. Hands were in white hair when Noé had found them. But not his own white hair. It was Jeanne’s.
The woman was only partially clothed and had been clearly enjoying something other than a typical drink from the neck of her self-volunteered blood bag of a human.
Once he regained the ability to move, Noé squeezed his eyes closed and turned around in place, looking away from the pair and beyond embarrassed.
The other two were red with shame.
Noé heard the shuffling of sheets and clothing being frantically put back on. He still didn’t move from his spot.
An eternity of 34 seconds passed, Noé counted, before Jeanne decided to speak. Her words unsure and filled with regret.
“Monsieur Noé, we had been meaning to tell you…”
Noé shyly turned back around. His contorted face and wide eyes hinted for one of the two to continue.
Jeanne glanced at Vanitas, seemingly to ask for permission, but his expression was just one of avoidance. His eyes avoided any and all eye contact in the room, gold or amethyst. Jeanne decided for him.
“We’re courting.”
The previously elated and untouchable energy in Noé’s body crashed.
His heart dropped to his stomach so fast he almost gagged. The earth’s gravity seemed to grow tenfold. He was impressed with himself that he didn’t crumble to the floor right then and there.
But he did stumble. Lost his footing for a moment before dizzily regaining his balance.
This was a dream, right? It’s time to wake up now.
He didn’t wake up. It wasn’t a dream.
Noé couldn’t say a word.
He just looked at Vanitas for a response. Any response. The human didn’t say a damn thing.
“How long?” were the only two words Noé could softly squeak out.
Vanitas apprehensively decided to speak. “Noé…” he shook his head, assumedly in self disappointment.
Noé saw red.
Oh look, Vanitas decided to leave his daydream and finally join us back in reality.
Just as Jeanne was about to finish his sentence Vanitas put up a hand in her direction, indicating she should stop and allow him to speak.
“HOW. LONG?” Noé repeated himself, much more aggressively this time.
His eyes must have turned to their red shade because both people on Vanitas’ bed startled this time as he spoke.
“Six months,” the human stated.
Six months. Six months?
Suddenly all the puzzle pieces fell into place. Everything made sense. Terrible, horrible, awful, painful sense.
And Noé’s heart shattered.
Or at least he thought it did. This feeling was very similar to when he lost Louis.
But this time he was a lot angrier. And this time there was someone to blame.
“I didn’t mean for you to find out this way,” Vanitas continued, attempting to soothe the betrayed vampire.
Noé was just as furious as he was hurt and confused. “Well, it doesn’t matter what you mean now, does it?”
Noé could tell Vanitas acknowledged his statement to be correct. He could tell both Vanitas and Jeanne knew they had made a mistake keeping this from him.
Neither the human nor the golden-eyed vampire replied.
Noé broke the unbearably heavy silence. “I can’t do this anymore,” Noé whispered to the floor, utterly heartbroken.
“I…” Noé sighed, “…need to go.”
And with that, the amethyst-eyed vampire grabbed his dropped hat, wiped dirt off the crumpled brim, placed Murr on his shoulder, and turned to leave the room.
Jeanne immediately ran to follow him, “Wait, don’t leave yet, why don’t we just sit and talk this out?”
Noé contemplated her offer for the absolute briefest of moments. But Noé didn’t want to talk. He wouldn’t be able to. He was too much in shock. Talking was too much effort right now.
“I need some time to think. Please don’t follow me.” He looked at Jeanne and then shot a meaningful glance at Vanitas.
Vanitas looked away.
So Noé left the room, a heavy silence following him. He just wanted to see Domi. She would understand. She would help fill this unbearable silence. Or at least distract himself from the monsoon of thoughts whirling around his chaotic mind.
Domi was appalled. “That was an awful thing they did to you.”
Noé’s head rested in Domi’s lap as she ran her fingers through his hair. He wasn’t crying, but Domi knew he couldn’t take much more of an emotional strain before he did.
“They both knew how I felt.”
“I know.” Domi tried to soothe him with her words.
“And they both never told me anyway.” A long pause. “Never told me anything.”
“I know,” she said a little softer this time. She was truly gravely disappointed in the other pair. For being so careless and for hurting Noé.
Noé suddenly sat upright, a burst of energy presumptuously from anger. “What the hell? I mean, I know I don’t need to give them permission to court, but I thought they would at least take my feelings into account!”
Noé’s face softened as he finished speaking and looked down. His expression turned solemn once again. “I thought we were all friends, Domi.”
Domi was beginning to really grieve for Noé. It wasn’t fair to him what happened. But people were selfish. When all is said and done, people looked out for themselves first, and took others into account later. Especially when it involved dating. She hoped Noé would learn that soon enough. She couldn’t take much more of seeing Noé heartbroken like this… again.
These were all words she would voice to him at another time, when her childhood friend wasn’t trying to piece together his twice shattered heart with nothing but a lump of beeswax and broken tweezers.
His fragile heart was already missing pieces from the first time it shattered. When he lost Louis. Lost splinters of it were still stuck throughout his body where the skin healed over, hiding in plain sight.
Now he’d have to wait for a new and fresh collection of lacerations to heal. Wait for them to clot, scab, and scar. All of which would happen long before they even began to fade. And none would ever completely go away.
“I’ll always be by your side, Noé.” Domi reassured him. “You’re all I have left.” She looked away fighting tears, nostalgia apparent in her face. “Louis would want us to stick together.”
Oddly, Noé was a bit comforted by this idea. It did hurt to remember Louis when he was in a sorry excuse of mental state like this, but the needle pricks in his heart from Louis were a familiar pain when compared to the fresh stab of what he was feeling now.
“Anything to say?” Noé aggressively looked at Vanitas who looked at the ground for a moment before looking back at him. “You’ve been sitting here this whole time without saying a word.”
Noé knew his decision to sit and talk with the pair would be a struggle. Even if it took him months to decide that it was the best idea.
Vanitas knew Noé was right. There was nothing he could say to defend himself. But he might as well try. “I told you we’re both so very sorry. We just hope things can go back to the way that they were once you move on.”
“Excuse me?” Noé had been polite for long enough. “I think you are underestimating the significance of this situation in my eyes.”
Jeanne chewed on her cheek, evidently searching for words to respond.
Noé found them faster. “I don’t think I want things to go back to the way they were.”
Noé exhaled, trying to keep his words as eloquent as possible. If he couldn’t be nice, he could at least be direct. “I can’t trust you anymore. I don’t think I even should.”
Another pause. Noé knew this wasn’t going anywhere.
But he had unfortunately expected this. “I think I should go,” he resigned.
“Do you need more time to think?” Jeanne inquired.
“Oh no, I’ve had quite enough time to think. Ever since I left the room that day months ago, I’ve had plenty of time to think.” Noé stood. Standing made him feel in control. Because the rest of this situation was not.
Noé looked directly at Vanitas. “And I think my interests no longer align with yours, Vanitas. Our work together is done. Best of luck to you on finding a new shield.” He glanced toward Jeanne. “Although I feel like you won’t have too much trouble finding another.”
Jeanne looked up at him, a glimmer of hope for understanding still ignorantly in her eyes.
Vanitas had since found a corner of the room to fixedly stare at and hadn’t moved his gaze.
He continued. “Jeanne, you said earlier you wanted me to be happy for you both.” Noé grabbed his hat, coat, and filled suitcase with all of his belongings from the room.
“Well, we don’t always get what we want, do we…” a pause. He took his last long look at the human in the room. His partner, and best friend, “…Vanitas?”
Noé wasn’t expecting a reply.
A million words seemed to flood Vanitas’ mind as Noé left. Too many words. He evidently couldn’t filter through them fast enough to string a phrase together before the vampire left the room, so the sentence slipped through his fingers.
As did his friendship with his best friend.
Noé left his key on the desk and exited the room swiftly without another word.
He walked down to the lobby and out the front door.
  And then he cried.
  Noé would like to think Vanitas cried too.
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: ヴァ二タスの手記 - 望月淳 | Vanitas no Carte | The Case Study of Vanitas - Mochizuki Jun (Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Noé Archiviste/Vanitas Characters: Vanitas (Vanitas no Carte), Noé Archiviste Additional Tags: Vanoé Angst Week, VaNoé, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Scars, mentions of torture, mentions of past injuries, mentions of experimentation, Vanitas's Past, Vampire Marks, Self-Loathing, Self-Hatred, body issues, Body Image, Body image problems, hand-holding, Don't copy to another site Series: Part 2 of Vanoé Angst Week 2022 Summary:
Vanitas is covered in scars. They're remnants of everything he's been through, from scalpel thin ones that cover almost every inch of skin to his actual Marks.
He usually tries not to think of them, but that's a bit hard when he can so easily see their reflection in the mirror.
He hates them.
Vanoé Angst Week Day 2: Scars; Hurt/Comfort; "What did I do to deserve this?"
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: ヴァ二タスの手記 - 望月淳 | Vanitas no Carte | The Case Study of Vanitas - Mochizuki Jun (Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Noé Archiviste/Vanitas Characters: Noé Archiviste, Vanitas (Vanitas no Carte) Additional Tags: Vanoé Angst Week, VaNoé, Possible Character Death, left vague, Vague Ending, could go either way, Angst, Selfishness, Blood, Major Injury, Major Blood Loss, Don't copy to another site Series: Part 1 of Vanoé Angst Week 2022 Summary:
Vanitas was probably one of the most selfish people Noé knew. It sometimes got mixed up with selflessness, yet it was true.
Noé thought he was generally selfless, doing his best to not trouble others.
But sometimes, Noé wanted to be selfish, too.
Vanoé Angst Week Day 1: Selfish/Selfless
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: ヴァ二タスの手記 - 望月淳 | Vanitas no Carte | The Case Study of Vanitas - Mochizuki Jun (Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Noé Archiviste/Vanitas Characters: Vanitas (Vanitas no Carte), Noé Archiviste Additional Tags: Exposure Therapy: Vanoé Angst Week (Vanita no Carte), VaNoé, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, It hurts both of them in different ways, Vanitas Is Bad At Feelings (Vanitas No Carte), Goodbyes, Partings, Abandonment Issues, Good Intentions, Protective Vanitas (Vanitas No Carte), Danger, leaving someone behind, Inspired by a The Amazing Devil Song, Title from a The Amazing Devil Song, Don't copy to another site Series: Part 4 of Vanoé Angst Week 2022 Summary:
Vanitas knew this would break Noé, that he wouldn't understand after everything they'd been through.
But Vanitas had to do this.
And he couldn't take Noé with him, so he had to say Goodbye.
Vanoé Angst Week Day 4: Goodbyes
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: ヴァ二タスの手記 - 望月淳 | Vanitas no Carte | The Case Study of Vanitas - Mochizuki Jun (Manga), ヴァニタスの手記 | Vanitas no Carte | The Case Study of Vanitas (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Noé Archiviste/Vanitas Characters: Noé Archiviste, Vanitas (Vanitas no Carte), Teacher | The Shapeless One (Vanitas no Carte) Additional Tags: Exposure Therapy: Vanoé Angst Week (Vanita no Carte), Angst, Blood, Character Death, The Doctor is Already Dead, Insanity, slight insanity, Bad Coping Methods, VaNoé, Hurt No Comfort, The End, OR IS IT, Don't copy to another site Series: Part 7 of Vanoé Angst Week 2022 Summary:
"The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results."
Vanitas is dead.
Noé can't accept that.
Vanoé Angst Week Day 7: Blood; Major Character Death
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: ヴァ二タスの手記 - 望月淳 | Vanitas no Carte | The Case Study of Vanitas - Mochizuki Jun (Manga), ヴァニタスの手記 | Vanitas no Carte | The Case Study of Vanitas (Anime) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Noé Archiviste/Vanitas, Noé Archiviste & Vanitas Characters: Vanitas (Vanitas no Carte), Noé Archiviste Additional Tags: Exposure Therapy: Vanoé Angst Week (Vanita no Carte), VaNoé, could be platonic or romantic, I'm leaning more to pre-relationship, Sickfic, Fever, Amnesia, Delusions, Hurt/Comfort, Confusion, tired, Inexplicable trust, Trust Issues, Religion, Religious Beliefs, religious trauma, Don't copy to another site Series: Part 6 of Vanoé Angst Week 2022 Summary:
Considering that it feels like he's lying amid the flames of Hell, he didn't expect to find a fairly normal, nice looking room when he opened his eyes.
Nor did he expect a strange young man who seems determined to take care of him.
Vanoé Angst Week Day 6: Sickness; Amnesia; "I'm tired."
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: ヴァ二タスの手記 - 望月淳 | Vanitas no Carte | The Case Study of Vanitas - Mochizuki Jun (Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Noé Archiviste/Vanitas Characters: Noé Archiviste, Vanitas (Vanitas no Carte) Additional Tags: mentions of vanijeanne, Vanoé Angst Week, VaNoé, Angst, Jealousy, some violent thoughts, Attraction, Evolution of Jealousy, Don't copy to another site Series: Part 3 of Vanoé Angst Week 2022 Summary:
The feeling had been there practically from the start, Noé would later realize. But even then, when he first began thinking he was jealous, he now wasn't sure that he'd been correct in why he'd been jealous.
Because he was pretty sure it was about more than just blood now.
Vanoé Angst Week Day 3: Jealousy/Yearning
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We've finally reached the last day of angst week! Remember that today is a free day and the prompts are optional :)
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