₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚. ₊｡.₊ 🪡🎀 ~Chapitre 2

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

—-----𝕃𝑒𝑠 𝕕𝑒𝑢𝑥 𝕔ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑠…

“You.. You told him it wasn’t Dominique-sama’s fault? Wh-…” Jeanne’s eyes widened incredulously. It took a heart beat for reality to hit.

She made a tiny sound in the back of her throat, eyes fluttering as she looked to the side. Jeanne began to lose herself in reverie. “Kind… Yes, that's definitely Dominique-sama.”

S l o w l y , ...her gaze shifted back to Mikhail. Again, she studied him: 𝕍𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑠’ 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟. A sharp tongue. Cold, calculating, and complete with a touch of playful sarcasm laced between his words… This particular attitude seemed vaguely familiar. In fact, his entire essence shrouded in mystery. Still, Jeanne felt the haze of a candlelight, which was warm, 𝕒𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒, & yearning to be touched ｡ ⠀ ｡ ⠀ ｡

“PFF—…… Alike…” she murmured, her voice soft as she smiled at the starlight haired boy, “You and your brother… are alike.”

𝙎𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙡𝙮—-- Her eyes narrowed. With attention, she stared at something behind Mikhail. From underneath the merry-go-round’s rubble, an older black cat and a younger white cat jumped out. The black one momentarily paused to look at Mikhail, regarding him with a blase expression.

“…Two cats.”

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

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚.∘ ˙○˚. ₊｡ ⊹ 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…

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ㅤㅤㅤ  ㅤ.˚ ̥

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

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

—-----𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕤...

THUNDERCRACK echoed through the room. Jeanne let out a sound, part whimper / part whisper: “Vanitas…!”

𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 ｡ ⠀ ｡ ⠀ ｡ With gritted teeth, she broke into sobs. Her vision of him blurred, and she drowned into 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝑠𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝓈𝑒𝑎 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠. Her full breasted body—so small, soft, and hot—squirmed as his voice penetrated her brain. As his voice dared to drop her to her knees.

“…Jealous? Of… of who?” She stammered, her voice watery and weak, “Of every vampire woman who could ask a human... stupid questions?!”

Her voice raised on the last few words. Indeed, she was triggered. Indeed, he speared and plunged 𝕦𝕟𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 deep into her. Eyelashes brimmed with beaded tears, 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 which fell as her body shook.

Suddenly—--

The scent of his blood summoned out the hazy red sun of dawn within her eyes. Oh how she would do anything for a taste of his juicy, savory liquid again. She would swallow and swallow. She would suck out his soul until her lips glistened with the last droplets of her drink. No—-- she needs to control herself. CONTROL HERSELF... But—-- she is starving. Absolutely starving. Her mother’s lectures on seduction flooded her memories. And so... On her cheek, she placed a feminine hand over his’.

“You told me: you love me," she continued, eyelids lowering, "But you’ll need more than your human body to make me feel attraction towards you.. 𝒱𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓈...”

She maintained eye contact, cheek melding deeper into the warmth of his palm. Her entire face burned with arousal. A quiet sigh fell from pretty pink lips, which remained soft and open.

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

She presses the button. She presses it again. Press… Press. Press.

Jeanne couldn't send her message anonymously. He definitely did this on purpose (specifically for her). However, she still decided to send one anyway. 𝐼𝑓 ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛, he would answer…

❝Ahem. Would you rather: (a) someone accidentally sees you showering? or (b) someone accidentally sees you sitting at les toilettes?❞

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Of course it could have been a trap, but Vanitas had the answer ready.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❞ You weren't careful, 𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘯 . I can keep my promises, but you know I want something in return ·̲·̲·

And in that case, the doctor would guarantee her privacy, but first he wanted to know what he was supposed to keep for himself, the object of a kind of blackmail disguised as a pact, the knot in a rope that tied the makers of the deal, where each, at this point, was trying to pull the other's end into his own fist as well. Apparently, the burly vampiress was trying to rebel against the human's monopoly, but her peculiar defiance was not enough to deter him, on the contrary; this became the amusing manifestation of a feeling of irritation dug deep into his delight, annoyingly stinging her and pushing her in a desperate attempt to confuse him, to upset him: practically an irresistible invitation to persevere, for the executioner, a facet that added to the game, making it lively, never still and boring, even more exciting, fuelling Vanitas' curiosity, which he shamelessly makes no secret of.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❞ I am very intrigued. Let me see how long you are able to resist ·̲

⠀⠀⠀An annoyingly provocative sensuality as such, inherent in the blatantly natural behaviour of everything Vanitas possesses, now finds its climax in the tilted skull, all the rest of the body soft to release, into the upper block, its seductive energy, which corrupts the face, drenched in a disrespectfully flirtatious smile.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❞ You could have been more direct and made an explicit request. Do you like water shows ͟?

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ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ Every time Vanitas' mind causes him to act like a Clever Little Sh*t. ♡(•͈ ﹃₍ •͈ ) I wish I had the time to collect every gif image of the moments this happened.

ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ

My apologies if you've noticed any indecisive actions on my accounts, including deletions! It is a challenge to simplify my art/rp accounts! I also wish to find a different place to put my art into folders; Pixiv doesn't allow me to edit folders anymore.. The new Snow White movie is here. I saw the trailer, and it doesn't resonate with me. My childhood's Kristin Kreuk will always be the best Snow White!

⩍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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❞ Whether you like it or not, I love you ·̲

The letter arrived ...𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝒶𝓃ℴ𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓊𝓃ℯ𝓍𝓅ℯ𝒸𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝒻𝓇ℴ𝓂 𝒱𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓈. His words speared into the petite girl, causing a sensation in her stomach to tighten and ache. She whimpered a sweet little sound, body tensing as golden eyes glazed over the letter in her hands. She began to quiver, chest heaving in a manner that made her breasts bounce. Knees shook, and she fell on her legs.

… … 💭This was such a mega surprise, Vanitas, but may God help you… …because you are so adorable💕~

Jeanne quickly sat upright, the brightest smile on her face!! A kaleidoscope of butterflies frantically fluttered within the hollows of her heart. “Pfft!” she giggled while shaking her head, causing her hair to form a chaotic halo. “Are you trying to make me hate you again? Too bad!”

Jeanne wants to climb over him, pin his wrists to the floor, claim his mouth, & then force him to hammer dhampir babies through that sweet, soft spot at the end of her. She can just imagine his tomato red face as she praised him for being sooo good to her. She would help him release all his doctorly stresses. 🎵

Jeanne wants to mark him hers’ again, never letting him go. She can just imagine his sweet breath fanning the air, a mewling cry rattling out of him as vital fluid flooded his neck and dripped down, the wet squelch of her saliva echoing throughout the room. Then, she would tuck him into her own bed, keep him there, safe and warm all night.

Jeanne wiped the drool away with her sleeve.

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—---𝕃𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕕𝕖 𝕁𝕠𝕦𝕖𝕥𝕤 cont'd, 𝕨/ @gloomy-glen

As the stranger spoke, Jeanne’s 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎 returned to the rabbit plush. Little thumbs idly traced the doll’s velvet fabric, stopping only when they brushed against the doll’s hands. She tugged lightly at the delicate lace and cooed:

“As a little child, yourself, would you have liked this? Especially if you were a young… 𝑑𝑢𝑘𝑒. On second thought, perhaps this may be too embarrassing for him to carry around.” She heaved a sigh, her voice becoming smaller, “This may be selfish, but… I’d hope that, every time I was away, if he ever needed comfort… then he’d have this & think of me until I can return to his side.”

She noticed the stranger's fingertips touching one of the plush rabbits.

“I didn’t realize that you were ..tidying this shelf—--”

Gasp ｡ ⠀ ｡ ⠀ ｡

She got a better look at him. Is he really the shop owner? Tall. Elegantly dressed. Chin-length raven hair surrounded his gracious visage, catching golden hour’s amber light with an iridescent sheen like fine silk. Even his voice resembled the same enchantment that Jeanne had often witnessed in the blade of an artisanal claymore. No, a cutlass, perhaps? A rapier? He could be a nobleman. No, perhaps even an ennobled knight. Also, his answer wasn’t quite satisfying, as if he didn't care about selling her the doll. Nevertheless, perhaps it was the atmosphere’s quietude & homeliness, but as she stood beside him, she completely forgot her reputation as a being not even deemed a vampire. No, whatever happened to 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔅𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔲? Thus, the tone of her voice barely became any more respectful:

“…You’re not the shop owner, are you? So you’re… also interested in these rabbit dolls?”

She beamed—- 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑢𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠:

“𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞? 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒?!”

.˚ ̥ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ.˚ ̥

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

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—---𝕃𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕕𝕖 𝕁𝕠𝕦𝕖𝕥𝕤, 𝕨/ @gloomy-glen

The bell above the door chimed, and immediately, Jeanne immersed herself into the quiet lull of the 𝑇oy 𝑆tore ｡ ⠀ ｡ ⠀ ｡

The sun was shifting into golden hour, and the world slowed down. A soft aureate haze seemed to endlessly pour in through the paneled windows, casting a cozy, mellow glow everywhere. Dozens of dust particles floated lazily in the air, which smelled like oak and hints of strawberry. A multitude of toys adorned the polished wooden shelves.

Suddenly, Jeanne’s eyes twinkled. She hurried over to the display of plush rabbits. One particular white rabbit wore an elegant blue dress. How familiar… She recalled a fond memory, an outpour of joy welling up from deep within her heart: 𝑀𝑜𝑛 𝑙𝑎𝑝𝑖𝑛.

Then, her lips curled into a gentle smile. She imagined a joyful Luca-sama, whispering his thanks while pressing his forehead against the rabbit’s soft fabric. However…

Eyelashes fluttered against pink-tinted cheeks. She turned to face the tall stranger who had been standing beside her, assuming he was the shop owner. Besides, he was the only other person around.

“Do you think a little boy.. would be fine with a rabbit doll––in a dress? For his birthday?”

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

⩍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'.

Ｔｒｕｔｈ ｓｅｒｕｍ！🍷 Ａｓｋ ｈｉｍ ａｎｙｔｈｉｎｇ ａｎｄ ｈｅ ｗｉｌｌ ｂｅ ｆｏｒｃｅｄ ｔｏ ａｎｓｗｅｒ ｈｏｎｅｓｔｌｙ

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ❞ You didn't have to ·̲ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀But Amelia's soup had a side effect. Her apologies (for doing right by him) rang in Vanitas' ear.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❞ What... ? !̲

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