┊♡┊𝔸𝕋𝕋𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ!! 🍞🍮 …𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠,

⩍ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝 𓂂𓏸 ♡ . ࣪ 𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖊 𝟏.𝟎 (𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊) A simple warning for @docteur-vanitas!!!!!!

"Mnn…" (-\\\~\\\-) Golden eyes flicked to the card with Vanitas’ maddeningly perfect handwriting. An unwelcomed crimson blush slipped beneath her skin, like sunrise. It was slow & warm. It was inevitable & too intimate. Jeanne recalled his kiss when they had first met, the way he reduced her into a helpless fawn trapped in his arms (ngh...). She recalled last night’s dream, and his kisses there. Between the kisses, he would murmur, “Butterfly,” a spell that had, indeed, impregnated her stomach with fluttering blue butterflies.

Jeanne’s gaze drifted to the pinned photo across her room—held in place by a slender dagger, its tip hovering a breath away from Vanitas’ infuriatingly handsome face. Annoying. She could still hear the low murmur in his voice, his teasing tone as they stepped into Lord Ruthven’s study: “Were you staring at my face, Jeanne?”

A second dagger sliced through the air—- It embedded itself beside the first dagger, barely missing Vanitas' smug grin. Jeanne strode towards the bookshelf, fury in every step. Deceptively delicate fingers brushed familiar picture books, seeking comfort even as her pulse pounded.

Jeanne smirked, dark and knowing while she plucked two titles: 'Sadistic Beauty' & 'Domestic Wolf'.

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚. ₊｡.₊ 🪡🎀 Jeanne 2.0, after falling in love with Vanitas... A soft whine spilled from her lips.

"I need it... It's been too long. If you'd like, I can just take it.. here. Again." Jeanne held his gloved hand, the twin suns in her eyes fluttering closed. She barely hesitated, sliding her tongue against the palm all the way to the tip of the middle finger.

Don't touch my...

ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ (/;\\~\\;)/ someone give me Lucaaa!

🐰

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞💝 (˙༥˙(👈 Répondre à mon amour @docteur-vanitas.... Pour: My Muse Randomly Appeared with Animal Features

(💭) ‘Something is behind me!’

SLAP ! ! ! Her spine instinctively arched. Jeanne had given herself a powerful slap to the buttocks.

...Blink. Blink. Jeanne stuck out her rear end, blushing at the lingering hot sensation.

Then, her lips curled into a bright smile as she admired her ball-like fluffy tail. That tail fluttered with excitement. It fluttered and fluttered more quickly, bunny ears twitching with excitement.

ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ 𝑊𝐼𝑃.

⩍ℝ𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝔻𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕢𝕦𝕖, ℂ𝕙. 𝟙𓂂𓏸 ♡ . ࣪ 𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖊 𝟏.𝟎 (𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊) w/ @docteur-vanitas

At the rooftop of Hotel Chou Chou, the couple stood a few meters apart…

On this quiet evening, Jeanne stood like a wildflower caught in a breeze. Molten golden eyes narrowed in defiance, enhancing the beauty that swelled in her presence, as if she were woven from the very stars themselves. A delicate, creamy thigh emerges from the slit of her flowing white gown, kissed tenderly by the light of the Blue Moon.

“Tch…” Her gaze flickered with an intense, angry red. Her fists balled up at her sides. “Alright. Well, here and now, I’ll break one of your bones. Then, I’ll cut off that ridiculous rat tail and offer it to Dominique-sama. A convenient woman to Noe, huh? Who exactly do you think you are to be saying something like that towards Dominique-sama?!” She ran forward, her hand reaching out to grab him.

𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖊 𝟏.𝟎 (𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊) w/ @docteur-vanitas

“Vanitas ୧(˶˃ᴖ₍ •͈ )ᕗ You said these rude words! For Dominique-sama, I demand a fight with you! -Jeanne💝” *vampire hiss*

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❞ …A fight, Jeanne? I'm really curious to find out more ·̲·̲·

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₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚.∘ ˙○˚. ₊｡ ⊹ 𓍼 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 ˚∘˙○˚｡ ⊹˚∘ ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

—-----𝕃𝑒 𝕄𝑎𝑛è𝑔𝑒…

“I need your word that you will no longer do any harm to Dominique-sama. Nor Noe..” Jeanne started, voice echoing with a rising bellow, “…Nor Vanitas!”

Her sharp teeth gnashed, eyes reflecting 𝓓awn’s 𝓡ed 𝓢un. Eventide’s cold air kissed her skin through her clothes, but her blood boiled way too hot. Too hot, in fact, that blood did climb up her face, warming the apples of her cheeks ｡ ⠀ ｡ ⠀ ｡

She stared him down. Studied him. Vanitas’ little brother. Injured. Damaged—-- like the merry-go-round behind him and its paint-peeled horses laying together in heaps, mouths left open as if they choked on their own screams. Definitely a member of the ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴋɪɴ; he held those same spellbinding blue eyes. Yet with wispy hair & lily white skin glowing against the night, if not a child of the moon, he resembled 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.

As the notorious Bourreau, she knew: Culprits always return to the scene of the crime…

.˚ ̥

ㅤㅤㅤ  ㅤ.˚ ̥

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○. 𓂃 ࣪˖𐀔 ╰₊ ✧𓂂 ҉ㅤ ᴵ̷ ᶠ̷ᵒ̷ʳ̷ᵍ̷ᵒ̷ᵗ̷ ᴵ̷ ʷ̷ᵃ̷ˢ̷ ᵃ̷ …𝓓𝘰𝘭𝘭.

☾ ☆ . ⊹ ˗ˏˋ @bourreaudoll  spoke to the moon ˎˊ˗ ⊹ . ☆ ☽

˗ˏˋ *ㅤ☾ ☆ㅤ‿︵ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏. That rose- colored coat, her short, pale hairㅤ—ㅤshe was definitely that same woman from that awful, rainy night at the carnival. Not Mademoiselle Domi, but rather that awful, terrible woman that had tried to stop him from getting to his BROTHER. Almost immediately does he frown at the sight of the vampire. Even his dog would begin to GROWL at her.

꒰ ☾ ꒱ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤWhat are YOU doing here ? ㅤ❜

ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ

𝘼𝙨𝙠 𝙅𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙚!

ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ