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noes-pillow · 5 months

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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…

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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.

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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!”

| NEXT CHAPTER | -> coming soon

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callilemon · 7 months

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✨️Whump✨️

I'm so pleased with how this turned out! It's different from how I normally draw, but I think it turned out nice! 💜💙

(Also let's pretend this portrait is hanging somewhere in future Noé's home)

#whumptober 2023 #whump #i hope it hurts #Noé's prized posession #vanitas no carte #fanart #vnc #the case study of vanitas #doodles #vanoé #noé archiviste #vanitas #anime #manga

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lady-wallace · 2 years

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Poison the the Blood: Whumptober Day 22 (Case Study of Vanitas)

My first official Vanitas fic for @whumptober today!

Prompt: “Pick Your Poison” (toxic)

Fandom: Case Study of Vanitas

Character: Vanitas

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Noé panted in the aftermath of the fight, taking a moment to get his breath back. That curse-bearer had been a lot more violent than they had expected when they'd originally headed out on the mission.

The vampire cringed as he peeled blood-soaked gloves off his hands. The leather had been soaked and was probably ruined now. He pressed his hand to the claw marks across his upper arm with a wince. The wound wasn't bad, but it did sting and meant that he would have to mend his coat and shirt. Again. They certainly hadn't expected a hoard of zombie-like wildlife to have been utilized by the cursed vampire to go after them.

It had been tales of a beast hiding in the woods that had sent him and Vanitas out here on their latest hunt. And yet, of course, it could never be that simple. Vanitas just had the habit of finding trouble.

Speaking of which…

"Vanitas?" Noé called, looking around. He'd been separated from the dark-haired man during the fight that had broken out, but with the forest so quiet now, he could only come to the conclusion that Vanitas had been able to cure the vampire of the curse.

He pushed his way through the underbrush, passing several more bodies of the corrupted animals until he got to a clearing.

That's where he found Vanitas, bent over a figure on the ground, his back to Noé.

"Vanitas?" he called again, stepping closer.

The man didn't look at him, simply shifted slightly and said. "He didn't make it."

Noé frowned as he came to stand beside Vanitas, glancing down at the figure lying on the ground. His breath caught in his throat as he saw the dark veins running through the vampire's pale body, eyes staring vacant up at the sky, bloodshot and glazed over.

"What is this?" Noé asked.

Vanitas shook his head. "The curse had gotten it's claws too far into him." His lip twisted. "But I think he was already sick." He pushed himself to his feet, almost dismissively, but Noé caught the slight waver in his step, the way Vanitas quickly turned his eyes away.

"I'm sorry," Noé told him quietly as he crouched and reached out to close the dead vampire's eyes.

Vanitas snorted. "Apologize to him, he's the one who's dead. We came out here to make sure no one else died by his hand. Our mission has been accomplished."

Noé pressed his lips together firmly. Despite Vanitas's ambivalent attitude, he knew how much it bothered his friend when he failed to save those he set out to cure. He called himself a doctor, but he allowed himself to carry too many burdens.

Noé stood and turned, catching Vanitas favoring an arm, a pulled expression on his face before he tucked it against his ribs, letting his coat fall back around it.

Noé frowned. Now that he was looking for it, he could smell the all-too-familiar sweetness of Vanitas's blood. But there was something else along with it. Was it from the dead vampire? Perhaps the animals.

"Vanitas, are you injured?" he asked.

"Nothing to worry about." Vanitas waved him off as he bent to pick up his blade that he appeared to have lost at some point during the fight. As he straightened back up, however, he wavered, pressing a hand briefly to his head as if dizzy.

Noé stepped forward, one hand held out cautiously as if to steady him. "At least let me look at it."

"It's fine, barely bleeding!" Vanitas snapped at him, pointedly shifting out of reach. "Let's just get back to Paris, shall we?"

Noé pressed his lips together again, but nodded reluctantly, having little other choice but to follow Vanitas as he made his way off through the woods. He was probably right anyway. It's not like Vanitas was a stranger to injury. He had indeed had worse.

That's what he told himself anyway until he watched Vanitas stumble and catch himself on the trunk of a tree.

Noé hurried the few steps toward him and plainly saw the distressed expression on Vanitas's face before he was quick to hide it, breathing heavily.

"Vanitas," Noé tried.

The dark-haired man clenched his jaw and pushed himself upright, reaching up to wipe a bead of sweat off his forehead. "I'm fine, let's just…let's—"

A gasp escaped his throat and he gripped his arm tightly, propping himself against the tree.

"What is it?" Noé demanded, stepping forward to grip Vanitas's shoulder.

He cringed and tried to pull away. "S-something's wrong," he gritted out from between clenched teeth. And just the admission alone terrified Noé, not to mention the pain and fear plainly marking Vanitas's face.

"What do you mean something's wrong?" he demanded. "Is it the wound?"

He reached for Vanitas's coat, yanking it to one side and revealing the bloodstains on Vanitas's sleeve right above the spot where his glove ended. He'd tied a kerchief around it, but was already tugging at it, pulling the cloth free to reveal the tears in the sleeve.

The scent of Vanitas's blood hit Noé more potently now, but it was…wrong. There was an underlying scent of bitterness. His nostrils flared in protest, but that wasn't the only issue, he realized as he caught sight off Vanitas's arm.

Dark veins had started to crawl up his arm from the wound, just like the ones they had seen covering the dead vampire.

"Vanitas," he breathed as the man could obviously see the issue now as well, paling further.

"Damn," Vanitas swore under his breath. "I guess that curse was more potent than I realized."

"I don't understand, I was injured too…" Noé said, glancing briefly toward his shoulder.

Vanitas shook his head. "Not by the curse itself. Besides, it might not affect you the same way." He swayed slightly then and Noé reached out to grip his shoulder, feeling Vanitas shaking.

"We need to get back to Paris quickly. Someone must know what to do about this," Noé said quickly, trying to provide some form of comfort to Vanitas, all while he himself was trying not to panic. "If we get to the road we might be able to catch a ride with someone…"

Vanitas didn't reply, simply moving forward again.

He didn't get far before he swayed again and this time did make it to his knees, breathing heavily and clutching his arm to his chest.

"Vanitas," Noé breathed, feeling helpless as he reached down to pull his friend back to his feet. "At least let me help you."

Vanitas, white as a sheet, allowed Noé to try and get him to his feet, but a small cry finally escaped his mouth and he doubled over, hand on his shoulder.

"What's wrong?"

"Hurts, dammit," Vanitas croaked.

Noé instead helped Vanitas over to sit against a tree where he collapsed gratefully. Noé crouched in front of him and opened his coat before pulling up the ruined sleeve of Vanitas's shirt.

Even in just those few minutes, the poison had spread, creeping up his shoulder and threatening to start crawling over his chest—toward his heart.

Vanitas swallowed and looked away, leaning his head back against the tree trunk. He was sweating pretty badly, and Noé pressed the back of his hand to the dark-haired man's forehead as Vanitas's brow furrowed in an exhausted annoyance.

"You're fevered too," Noé informed him, growing more and more worried by the second. "Vanitas…this is spreading fast. I don't know if we'll be able to make it back in time."

Vanitas let out a long exhale. "Then I suppose it's pointless. It's not like there's a cure. At least none that I know of." His face scrunched up again with pain and he curled into himself.

Noé thought frantically for some solution. He was not about to leave Vanitas here to give up and die. There had to be some way.

He caught the scent of Vanitas's corrupted blood again, and cringed before his eyes widened with a sudden thought.

"Vanitas," he called, and the man's eyes opened briefly, a slit of blue underneath dark bangs. He swallowed hard. "I—I have an idea."

"What? Did you think of some miracle cure that quickly?" Vanitas murmured sarcastically.

Noé shook his head. He knew Vanitas wasn't going to like this but it seemed like their only option.

"I'll suck the poison out," he said firmly.

Vanitas stared at him for a long moment then simply said, "No."

"But Vanitas—"

"You'll be drinking my blood too," Vanitas cut in, already pulling his coat back around him with clumsy fingers. "I refuse."

"You'll die if we don't do something!"

"That's yet to be seen," Vanitas said as he started to push himself back up. "Now help me up and let's get back to Paris."

Noé put his foot down. "You're poisoned, Vanitas!"

"I said no!"

His voice was surprisingly strong that time, and Noé clenched his jaw, deciding that protesting at this point wasn't going to get them anywhere. He silently helped Vanitas back to his feet. His friend leaned heavily on him as they started off again and Noé kept a firm grip on Vanitas to keep him on his feet.

They had only been walking for a few more minutes, before Vanitas suddenly cried out and reached up to clutch at his chest.

"Vanitas…" Noé called, wishing he could do more than simply hold his friend up on his feet.

"It's…like fire," Vanitas choked out, doubling over as he started to tear clumsily at his necktie. Noé reached out to help and when it was free, he could clearly see the veins crawling up Vanitas's neck through the open collar of his shirt.

Vanitas was panting, barely conscious for the pain he was clearly suffering. Sweat dripped down his forehead, sticking his bangs to his skin, his hand clawed briefly at his chest before falling to his side, head lolling with a pained exhale.

"Vanitas?" Noé demanded, gripping his shoulders more firmly, but the dark-haired man seemed to be unconscious now or at least too delirious to answer.

Trying to push aside the panic, Noé grabbed him under the arms and carried him over to prop against a tree. His fever was burning, concentrating particularly around the areas the poison had spread.

Noé pulled Vanitas's shirt down his shoulder seeing how worryingly close the poison was getting to his heart. He swallowed hard.

They really were out of options right about now. Without a certain cure, the only thing Noé could think to do was to suck the poison from the wound.

He knew Vanitas didn't want him to drink his blood, but it could very possibly save his life right now.

Decided, Noé reached out to peel off Vanitas's glove, rolling up his sleeve as he took his limp arm in both hands, staring down at it.

To think that once he had longed for even a taste of his friend's blood—it had always smelled so good. Now, forced to do it against Vanitas's will, accompanied by the suppurating smell of the poison made him sick to his stomach.

But he steeled himself and bent toward the wound.

"Forgive me, Vanitas," he whispered to his unconscious friend before he sunk his teeth into Vanitas's arm.

Bitter blood filled his mouth, and Noé forced himself not to instantly pull away, reminding himself why he was doing this.

It was after the first mouthful that the memories began to form and Noé felt himself dragged away from reality, pulled into the depths of the corrupted blood…

Flashes of dead bodies lying on the ground, a small boy, Vanitas, crying over a man stained in blood.

Taken in the dark of night, dragged to some sort of lab. Needles, knives, pain, constant pain.

Noé gasped and drew back, spitting the blood onto the ground, gagging slightly, dizzy from the swirl of horrible memories that had assaulted his head. Vanitas's memories. He shook, glancing down at his friend who had slid down to lay on his side, looking like death as Noé clutched his arm tightly. The dark veins of poison were still there. He wasn't done yet.

With renewed sense of duty, Noé closed his eyes and set his teeth into Vanitas's arm again, drawing out more of the poison.

The cries of a young boy, so much pain in the sound. Vanitas giving himself up, dragged away to endure more torment. Too many horrible experiments to count, meted out on his young body, changing, corrupting…

Noé choked, reeling back again and spitting more blood from his mouth. His stomach rolled, wanting to rebel, but he forced the nausea back down. Noé reached for Vanitas's shirt and pulled it open again, seeing that the dark veins had finally started to disperse, now only concentrated on his arm. It was working, he realized with relief. Only a little more now.

Vanitas stirred, face scrunched in pain. A moan escaped his parted lips as he tugged weakly on his arm.

"Just a little bit more," Noé told him—and himself if he were being honest.

He steeled himself and went in for, hopefully, the last time, bracing as more memories assaulted him.

The ethereal Vampire of the Blue Moon corrupted beyond help. Vanitas stoically ending the being, putting them to rest before more horror.

The pain, the fear, the pure loneliness. Swirling, swirling, mixed with blood and darkness…

Noé reeled backward, gasping. The last mouthful had been sweet, no longer corrupted. He had done it.

He glanced at the pale arm he held in his trembling hands, woozily blinking at it until he registered nothing but blood dripping from the wound and the new marks he'd put there. No more lines of poison.

Noé felt relief fill him at the same time his stomach rebelled and he turned to the side, vomiting up any blood he had accidently swallowed.

His eyes and nose streamed as he wiped his mouth, reaching up to clutch his aching head.

He glanced back toward Vanitas who still shook, but seemed to be breathing easier now.

Noé fumbled his coat off, spreading it over his unconscious friend, head still swirling with all those things he'd seen.

But he was honestly too exhausted himself to think about it anymore. He lay down in the underbrush and tried to will his mind to rest as his eyes fluttered shut.

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Noé woke with a start, blinking in confusion as he stared up at the sun-dappled branches above him.

He glanced around and saw Vanitas sitting up against the tree beside him, playing with a bandage around his arm.

Noé shot up instantly. "Vanitas!"

The man glanced over briefly. "You're finally awake," he said before turning back to his arm.

Noé glanced at it too and saw that Vanitas had pulled the bandage down, looking at the fang marks in his flesh before he yanked the bandage back in place. Noé flushed slightly, realizing Vanitas knew what he had done now.

"Are…how are you feeling?" he asked cautiously.

Vanitas finally turned back to him and shocked Noé by slapping him across the face.

"You bastard," Vanitas said too quietly.

Noé placed a hand over the stinging spot on his cheek. "You were dying," is all he said.

"I told you not to," Vanitas growled.

"I won't apologize for saving your life," Noé told him firmly, returning his hands to his lap.

Vanitas made a scoffing sound before lowering his head. "Good. I guess I won't have to say thanks then," he mumbled.

Noé stared for a long moment, before he had to fight back a smile. "I suppose that's fair."

Vanitas continued playing with the bandage before he bitterly asked, "What did you see, then? Because you might as well tell me. I know you'll want to ask about it anyway."

Noé pressed his lips together, considering. On the one hand, he could bring up the topic, allow Vanitas the opportunity to talk about his past if he wished. But on the other hand, Noé knew how his friend was. That he would rather discuss those things when he was ready—if he ever was.

So instead, Noé sighed. "Honestly? It wasn't much of anything. Snatches of memories that I couldn't really grasp. I think it might have had something to do with the poison."

Vanitas watched him for a long moment, and Noé was sure that he had seen through his lies.

But Vanitas only grunted and pushed himself a bit stiffly to his feet. "We really do need to be getting back now though.

Noé scrambled to his feet, swinging his coat back on. Vanitas must have placed it over him after he had woken up because it had been draped over his chest. He could still smell the faint waft of Vanitas's blood, but it was back to normal. No underlying bitterness.

Everything he had seen in the other man's memories suddenly washed over him with a sickening dizziness, and Noé watched his friend stretch his back out with a wince for a second, before he impulsively stepped forward.

"Vanitas," he said.

"What?" Vanitas turned around, a cautious frown between his brows.

Noé pulled him into a firm embrace, holding him tight as Vanitas froze against him.

"Huh—Oi!" Vanitas finally shifted, trying to wriggle free, but Noé simply held on tighter, resting his chin on Vanitas's shoulder.

Vanitas huffed a sigh, then finally relaxed. He didn't hug back, but he allowed Noé to squeeze him tightly for a few more seconds before he pulled away.

"What the hell was that about?" Vanitas demanded, straightening his clothes and refusing to look Noé in the face.

Noé just smiled at him and started off through the trees.

"Aren't we heading back to Paris?" he asked.

Vanitas grumbled and trudged after him, but he seemed to be back to himself, and that was really all that Noé asked for.

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goosewhumps · 2 years

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Me too Mikhail

Vanitas no Carte part II - Ep 11

#anime whump #whump #vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #shot #I watched bc of all the whump clips being uploaded here but then I ended up really liking it lol #idk why there’s so much space around the video #on ios at least #that’s so annoying sorry

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magentaisntrealreal · 1 year

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New chapter up! Heed the tags and hope you enjoy!

#noe archiviste #vanitas #vnc #vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #vanitas no karte #dominique de sade #louis de sade #fic #whump #angst

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fairy-writes · 6 months

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1300 Follower Event!

Hello! I recently reached 1300 followers and am literally, like… lowkey crying?

I know I say this every time. But I seriously cannot imagine myself ever having gotten this far. I can’t imagine anyone actually enjoying what I write, much less wanting to follow my silly little writing blog.

But for this event! I’m hosting a cafe! Just like I did way back when! Basically, you guys order a drink, and I’ll write either headcanons, drabbles, scenarios, or one-shots!

The event will be open for two weeks starting today! It’ll be available from Monday, November 27th, 2023 to Monday, December 11th, 2023!

ALL ORDERS ARE UNDER #fairy1300followers

Rules are:

All orders are written as character x reader!

Everything is gender neutral reader unless specifically stated otherwise (ex: you request a female reader)

TWO ORDERS PER PERSON

Please send them in separately so I can keep track of everything!

You don’t have to choose an add-on special. Those are just if you want to have some extra fun!

Any orders that do not follow the rules will be deleted.

I will write for the following people:

Arcane: League of Legends: Viktor, Silco, Jayce Talis, Vi, Vander, Caitlyn Kiramman, Mel Medarda

Bungou Stray Dogs: Nakajima Atsushi, Nakahara Chuuya, Dazai Osamu, Kunikida Doppo, Fukuzawa Yukichi, Saigiku Jouno, Suehiro Tecchou

The Case Study of Vanitas: Vanitas, Noé Archiviste, Roland Fortis, Dominique de Sade

Demon Slayer: All the Hashira (except for Muichiro), Akaza, Kokushibo, Douma, Kamado Tanjiro (aged up), Agatsuma Zenitsu (aged up), Hashibira Inosuke (aged up)

Doctor Who: The Doctor (9th, 10th, 11th, 12th), Jack Harkness, River Song

Fullmetal Alchemist: Roy Mustang, Greed (not Greedling), Riza Hawkeye, Jean Havoc, Envy, Alex Louis Armstrong, Olivier Armstrong, Edward Elric (post-FMAB), Alphonse Elric (post-FMAB), Ling Yao (post-FMAB)

Grimm (NBC): Nick Burkhardt, Hank Griffin, Sean Renard, Drew Wu, Monroe

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Toji, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Itadori Yuuji (aged up), Fushiguro Megumi (aged up)

Moriarty the Patriot: William James Moriarty, Albert James Moriarty, Louis James Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, Fred Porlock, Sebastian Moran, James Bonde

Tokyo Ghoul: Uta, Kaneki Ken, Kirishima Touka, Kirishima Ayato (re: age), Nishio Nishiki, Tsukiyama Shuu

Sizes:

Large: Imagine (500-750 Words)

Medium: Scenario (350-500 Words)

Small: Drabble (250-350 Words)

Extra-Small: Headcanons (new headcanon style with a short blurb at the end)

Drinks:

Latte: Fluff

Black Coffee: Whump (physical pain)

Espresso: Angst (emotional pain)

Cappuccino: Hurt/Comfort

Mocha: Paranormal (idk what this entails, but I’ll figure it out, lol)

Americano: Platonic Relationships

Smoothie: My choice! Just send in a character and a size!

Add-On Specials:

With Spice: Victorian Era AU

With Sugar: Pirate AU

With Cream: Domestic AU

With Ice: Soulmate AU

Extra Hot: Fantasy AU

Example Order: Hello! Can I please get a large latte with spice with Tanjiro from Demon Slayer?

Translation: Hello! Can I get a fluffy Victorian AU imagine with Tanjiro from Demon Slayer?

Example Order: Can I please order a medium black coffee with Kaneki Ken from Tokyo Ghoul?

Translation: Can I please get a whump scenario with Kaneki Ken from Tokyo Ghoul?

#fairy1300followers #fairy talks #follower event

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whumpsday · 11 months

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Whumpmas in July #4

Share a TV show, movie, or any media that gives you the whumperflies! (Feel free to go off about your favorite episodes/moments!)

last year i shared the Black Mirror episode USS Callister for this prompt, which i recently rewatched, still highly recommend that!

so i'm actually a massive anime fan, and today i'm going to recommend TWO of my favorite whumpy anime! (because i couldn't decide which to go with lol)

The Case Study of Vanitas

i've mentioned this a few times before on this blog, but this vampire anime was a major inspiration for my series, Kane & Jim. Bellamy is heavily inspired by the main character Noè. The Case Study of Vanitas takes place in steampunk 1800s France, and it's about an unhinged human man, Vanitas, who acts as a doctor to cursed vampires: a curse that makes them go feral with bloodlust. as well as his partner Noè, a kind and idealistic vampire (pictured above).

this anime has a good balance of drama and comedy, but when it gets serious, it really gets serious. the whump and angst in here is off the charts. everyone has a tragic backstory, with Vanitas's involving being tortured as a human experiment. the vampires are certainly not exempt from this either. highly recommend this one if you want some good vampire whump! it's on hulu, crunchyroll, and funimation.

my favorite scene from this one is actually one of the less-whumpy ones. Noè is attacked by a vampire hunter, promptly kicks the hunter's ass, politely introduces himself, and asks to be friends. when the vampire hunter agrees, Noè starts crying from joy. he's so cute. my favorite vampire character of all time.

content warnings for the show: minor whump in a flashback episode about Vanitas's tragic past, heavily sexualized blood-drinking.

Re:Zero

this one is probably the whumpiest anime i know. it's an isekai, where our boy has been transported from the real world to a fantasy world. but instead of fun adventures, he gets heaps and heaps of trauma!

Subaru is a really interesting protagonist. he starts off like your typical isekai protag who thinks he's gonna be the hero and get the girl, but reality smacks him in the face and he really grows as a character. he has exactly one special ability, and it's a doozy: he can't die. every time he dies, he wakes up at some previous point before his death and gets a redo. this obviously results in countless violent deaths and immense amounts of psychological trauma. you can see him pictured above having a little breakdown about it. that happens a lot, especially considering he's also cursed to be unable to tell anyone.

the one thing i would say i dislike about this anime are the female character designs, which kind of suck. but the plot is great, character development is EXCELLENT, can't wait for season 3! Re:Zero is only available on crunchyroll and wherever you pirate anime.

my favorite scene is the one where subaru finally meets someone his curse will let him talk to about his immortality and he breaks down crying with relief. this is actually great to watch by itself even if you haven't seen the show, poor Subaru...

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content warnings for the show: minor whump (Subaru is 17 in season 1 and several children die offscreen in doomed timelines), gore, multiple suicides (temporary due to the nature of Subaru's immortality)

@whumpmasinjuly

#whumpmasinjuly2023 #wij23day4

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whumpedydump · 10 months

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Have you ever watched a whump scene so good, it leaves you feeling weak? Body coursing with adrenaline, excess energy with nowhere to go, craving for more and not quite being able to get more?

I’m feeling this way with the season one finale of The Case Study Of Vanitas. Shoutout to @silversanimewhump for introducing me to this anime, their whump gifs are absolutely fabulous. (There are some gifs for vanitas check them out) But Vanitas is absolutely wonderful. So many scene that give me whumpyflies. It’s an absolute banger, even though some scenes are really weird, the whump makes up for it. Both of the main characters get hurt a decent amount and I’m loving it.

#whump #vanitas no carte #anime whump #rambles

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silversanimewhump · 2 years

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The Case Study Of Vanitas | Vanitas No Carte Whump List

Summary: A supernatural, historical story about Noé, a vampire looking to find the Book of Vanitas, and Vanitas, a human who inherited said book from the Vampire of the Blue Moon. The book was created to harm vampires of the red moon (everybody else), but Vanitas seems to have decided to use it for good, to save vampire kind from the curses that plague them. One night, the appearance of a curse-bearing vampire forces the paths of Noé and Vanitas to collide, and thus begins a tale of adventure, friendship, and blood.

Where to Watch: Hulu and wcostream

Lists under the cut:

(I didn’t count the consensual vampire bites, if it doesn’t have the “non-consensual” next to it that’s because it’s…dubious)

Whumpee: Vanitas

He’s eccentric, seemingly reckless, never caring about his own well-being. He never wants anyone to get hurt because of him and has trust issues a mile high. He hides his pain behind a smile, very tragic backstory 👌

Season 1

Ep 1: punched hard in the gut, crashes onto bench, nose bleeding. Hit on head with a rock, fell a long ways.

Ep 2: hit in face with book, nose bleeding (not whumpy). Thrown at a bad guy, crashed into boxes. Violently pushed out of the way.

Ep3: nothing.

Ep4: bound, cut on face. Bitten, blood taken.

Ep5: nothing.

Ep6: frozen up to the neck.

Ep7: nothing.

Ep8: face bloodied, choked a little. Thrown into a cell.

Ep9: slammed into ground.

Ep10: meeting old Whumper, uncomfortably hugged by him, trauma reveal (scene of him covered in blood in the past). Reminded of deep trauma, disassociating/hallucination, thrown into a wall, passed out, traumatic hallucination(?), blood on face, eaten by a curse-bearer (briefly).

Ep11: nothing.

Ep12: threat of someone seeing his memories (deep fear).

Season 2

Ep1: cold, running for life, blasted. Cut on arm, loss of treasured weapon.

Ep2: poisoned, scar reveal, huddling for warmth, fever.

Ep3: nothing.

Ep4: nothing.

Ep5: blasted into a bookshelf, fell.

Ep6: caught in an explosion.

Ep7: blood on face, overuse of powers.

Ep8: nothing.

Ep9: nothing.

Ep10: past: (forcefully experimented on, someone else’s blood put into his veins, gagging, experimented on, screaming, crying. Weak, crying, upset.)

Ep11: fighting with a friend, bloodied face, attacked, punched, slammed into ground, slashed across the face, falling off building.

Ep12: attacked by loved one, traumatic flashback, slammed into ice, bandaged.

Whumpee: Noé

A little naïve, has good morals, never killed anyone, always wants to do the right thing. He cares deeply, is very empathetic, not a pushover though. His backstory is pretty tragic and is a driving force throughout his side of the story.

Season 1

Ep 1: bitten, blood taken (non-consensual). Fell a long ways.

Ep 2: traumatic flashback. Slammed into ground. Blasted, arm and shoulder bleeding.

Ep3: sees someone else’s traumatic memories, screams. Collared (not Whumpy).

Ep4: fighting, cut on face.

Ep5: In the past: (cries from grief. cries for friend. gets bad news, argues with friend. Watches several friends die brutally, bitten, blood taken, watches best friend decapitated, crying, gagging. Finds out traumatizing thing, more crying and gagging.) Almost gives up his identity.

Ep6: blasted with magic, upset, traumatic memories. Paralyzed.

Ep7: nothing.

Ep8: blasted, coughing. Vision impaired.

Ep9: cut all over torso.

Ep10: eaten by a curse-bearer (briefly).

Ep11: drugged, bitten, had blood taken (non-consensual).

Ep12: scene from before continued, mind-controlled. Near-insatiable urge to drink blood.

Season 2

Ep1: cut on cheek, slashed on shoulder, stepped on, almost killed. Unconscious, kidnapped(?).

Ep2: bitten, blood taken (non-consensual).

Ep3: Smacked, landed on head.

Ep4: drugged, forced to drink someone’s blood and see their traumatic memories, crying, hit on head.

Ep5: nothing.

Ep6: nothing.

Ep7: fighting, stabbed in shoulder, arm cut off.

Ep8: nothing.

Ep9: finds out friend has been taken hostage, in the past: (unconscious from trauma, crying). Blasted with magic, fear for friend, forced to drink someone’s blood and see traumatic memories

Ep10: nothing

Ep11: fighting friend, bullet to the eyelid, bloodied face, caught in an explosion twice, slashed in the side, pushed off a building, falling off building.

Ep12: crying, slammed into ice.

Let me know if I missed anything

If you’d like me to do a third character, my ask box is open

#the case study of vanitas #vanitas no carte #anime #anime whump #Hurt Vanitas #Vanitas Whump #Hurt Noe #Noe Whump #Whump list #Anime Whump list #The case study of vanitas Whump list #Vanitas No Carte Whump list #SilverWhumpList #Whump

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anigst · 2 years

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Vanitas no Carte: Noé Archiviste

#the case study of vanitas #vanitas no carte #vnc #whump #anime whump #god noe is just so whumpable yk???#i wanna make him cry everday #but also kiss his forehead:(#whump gif #blood #eye injury #crying #long post #My posts

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noes-pillow · 7 months

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this one i didnt have time to edit within my 1 hour time limit so yeah... like i implied in the last post, these arent gonna be great quality, im just going off vibes... so here have some pain... happy @whumptober

VNC Whumptober Day 2:

No. 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.”

cw: so much fucking angst, torture implications

Noé is…

Right, he’s in a memory. Who’s memory?

Vanitas'

But this is odd. This body doesn’t seem to recognize that name.

…

Noé has perfected this technique. His teacher trained him diligently. It was beneficial. He learned so much about the capabilities of his power. Even if now he still feels like there’s a part of them he hasn’t quite found yet.

But for now, he knows when he’s diving. It feels like a lucid dream. One where you walk the halls of the dreamscape in a body you can’t control, which is yours for the moment, although it doesn’t belong to you.

It feels deep.

It feels personal.

It feels violating.

It belongs to the person of whom his fangs are currently embedded.

While Noé’s body enjoys the nourishment of blood, the taste of which he could never find a replacement, his mind is none the wiser.

His mind is trapped.

Trapped in a body.

The body of a child.

A young boy no older than 8.

A boy covered in bandages.

A boy who misses his family.

For a moment he sees his own childhood. The times when he was alone after his grandparents died. The time until Teacher bought him.

Teacher.

Mikhail.

Vanitas’ younger brother. Mikhail.

He was part of these experiments too.

Then the thought dawned on Noé.

How long had Vanitas been with Moreau when Mikhail met him?

The image he had seen in Mikhail’s blood placed him around the age of 10-12. But this body. This body was no older than 8.

2 years.

Vanitas had to endure for at least 2 whole years. And more when he took on more sessions to spare Misha.

Vanitas.

The boy here couldn’t be called by that name. For all this body knew, Vanitas wasn’t someone that even existed.

Yet.

…

Vanitas cradles Noé’s unconscious form. He knows the vampire is out of it. His arms are limp. They would normally seek out the closest thing to latch onto to ground himself in his slumber. But for now his mind is far from at rest.

The sapphire eyed human lays his partner back on the bed next to himself. He runs his fingers over the bite on his neck and winces at the sting.

His fingers are covered in blood. They’re dripping. He feels it dripping down his neck too. And he has a horrifyingly sensual realization.

Vanitas licks his fingers. It tastes of blood, obviously. Warm iron. But something else. There is no aroma, but Vanitas can still taste Noé’s venom.

It is a comforting feeling. A sweet gentle numbness on his tongue. As if he was feeling his adrenaline pump without any of the pain.

But for as gentle as this feeling is, Noé’s bite itself is anything but. He’s managed to rip several strands of muscle in his neck and it fucking hurts. But honestly he doesn’t mind.

He doesn’t need to look to know he’s been marked. And the wound will likely scar underneath it.

Good.

Vanitas rolls up his sleeve and scours at the marks that appeared on his skin years after his birth.

It is about time Vanitas has a scar he chose to have. A mark, dare he say, he wants.

And the human nestles his head under his vampire’s chin. Just this once, Noé would be his hug pillow for the night.

It was only fair.

Noé, experiencing the exact memories of himself as a child, needed to know he wasn’t alone.

“I’m here.” He whispers. “Noé.”

There is no response.

Vanitas hugs him tighter.

“Don’t move. Moving is bad. Moving hurts.” The vampire mumbles.

He can’t hear him.

Vanitas cries.

Please. Hear me…

Noé…

…

Vanitas!

Noé’s thoughts and those of this child are one and the same.

Don’t move. Moving is bad. Moving hurts.

He feels a tightness around him but he fights it. He prepares himself for another shock. These were still shocks, right? Moreau hadn’t taken out the rolling cart yet. Which means he probably wasn’t bleeding yet. Yet.

Noé’s consciousness separates long enough for him to make a single wish.

He calls out to the body of the boy he was. He hopes he can hear him. He hopes this is the part of his power he had never been able to grasp. Now is his chance. Noé wants this boy to know he isn’t alone. That he wasn’t alone. That Noé was always there with him in his pain. Just that. Just to call out to him.

Noé has this wish.

And just as Noé reaches out to this boy.

He realizes.

I don’t know your name, No. 69.

And the title is too bitter for Noé to think, let alone speak. He just can’t refer to this child as that. Named Vanitas or not, this boy will become someone important to him. This boy is someone important to him. But to the boy, what’s important isn’t his future.

Its what he was forced to leave behind in his past.

Vanitas!

Noé can’t decide what’s worse. Thinking you are alone, or knowing someone could’ve changed that.

No matter how many times Noé could try to call Vanitas’ name, this body wouldn’t recognize it. This body would still feel alone.

And he would continue to feel as such until a chance encounter on an airship above Paris.

But that was a decade away.

Countless days.

Countless days specifically with Moreau.

Im sorry...

...Vanitas.

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#im scared to reread but im TRYING TO STICK TO MY HOUR LIMIT AHHH #i dont have time for more #and i dont wanna burn myself out #whumptober 2023 #vnc whump #vanitas #noé archiviste #vanoé #the case study of vanitas #vnc #vanitas no carte

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