She was sharpened into a weapon, a girl who forgot how to dream. The doctor, a healer chasing salvation for monsters the world had already damned. The Vampire, a creature of the night, whose endless curiosity may be his undoing. Fate binds them in blood and fire, where loyalty is fleeting and love is a dangerous luxury. Together, they find something fierce, something fragile - a love too bright for the dark world they live in. But a killer cannot forsake her blade. A doctor cannot deny his oath. And a vampire cannot outrun his nature. Three hearts. Three worlds. One story written in longing and destined for ruin. What could go wrong? Everything. ⚠️ Strong language Mature themes Addiction This is a Vanitas no Carte story The story is going to be going through an update starting 4/11/2025 till finished. That will also include new chapters because I love this story and I am feeling creative. This should be a re-read from the start. 🌟Achievements Top 10 🌟 #1 VanitasXReader #1 Thecasestudyofvanitas #1 Junmochizuki #1 Dominique #1 Bluemoon #2 Polyamory #2 Vanitasnocarte #1 Noé #2 Mochijun #2 VNC #1 Vanitasnoshuki #3 Vanitas #8 Jeanne

Y/N L/N is a dhamp[Half vampire- half human] who is also the assistant to the successor of the Vampire of the Blue moon. She has always been in love with him but she doesn't plan on telling him since she knows he hates the idea of love. Yet why does Vanitas feel a certain way about her? Why does he get he get so happy when she's around or when she's happy? Why does he hate it when she talks to Noé? Why does he always want her around? I guess you'll just have to read to find out 🦋💕

vanitas has a nightmare and noe pushes boundaries

A female vampire from a dying clan who is different from her other brethren causing her to be cast out. Ending up in Paris, she bumps into someone who changes the way she sees the world. Her journey opens her eyes to many different things. But how long before amour comes into it? Original image - hanmakun tag on Pinterest Cover - @Itadorides

Laughter, Sweet, Slightly obnoxious, But... Welcoming laughter. The sight of the brightest blue hue, brighter than the mid-summer sky... hair darker than deepest nights... the lost twisting feeling churned around with the foggy memory. ~ Somewhere within the Paris of the present lay another, equally as lost within a world, an empty spot where nobody fills... To meet again, by coincidence, would be a saintly blessing. Noé yearns to find him, even if just for one last time... he had not expected to see that boy again, nor to find what they had lost returned... a relationship born again, tel un phénix.