Vanitas x Female! Reader ♡ One-Shots of the Better Half

Dark Times

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A jarring, blarring noise sounded from the bedside table to the left of (Y/N). She screwed her eyes up against the sudden burst of light, rolling over with an angry groan as she groped for the offending device.
The clock read 5.30am.
''Who the hell...?'' She grasped the phone, peering at the caller ID.
Vanitas.
(Y/N) swore under her breath before answering, slumping back onto her pillows and wiping at her eyes with her free palm.
''Vanitas, its 5.30 in the fucking morning.''
She heard his steady breathing down the other end of the phone.
''Good morning!''
(Y/N) narrowed her eyes.
She could almost hear the smirk in his voice.
''Seriously Vanitas, what the hell do you want?''
There was a small pause before she heard a sheepish laugh.
''Can I come over?''
''What? Why? Go to your own place Van, I don't have the energy for this shit.''
He laughed again, a slow lazy drawl.
''I cant (N/N)...I uhhh...''
(Y/N) sighed heavily. ''What have you done Van?''
He sighed, laughing. ''Well, I went to the 6 strings last night and....''
''Who have you pissed off now, Vanitas?'' (Y/N) asked quietly.
''Just some loser trying to square up...drunk too much, you know what I'm like.''
(Y/N) felt her heart sink. ''Are you hurt?'' She asked worriedly.
''Ripped up my shirt pretty bad...among other things. Heh still, you should've seen the other guy.''
(Y/N) closed her eyes in half defeat, half rage.
''Alright, come over, I'll get the coffee ready.''
''Thanks (N/N), you're a dime. Don't unlock the door until-.''
(Y/N) rolled her eyes at his concern ''Until you get here. I know Van.''
The line went dead.
(Y/N) stared dumbly at the phone in her lap, before wiping at her eyes again and pushing back the duvet.
She was so glad she didn't have work later that day.

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Around 20 minutes later, (Y/N) heard Vanitas' signature knock at her apartment door.
She quickly slid back the bolts before pulling it open. She gasped when she set her eyes on her ebony haired friend. ''Vanitas! What the hell!''
He stumbled past her into the warm kitchen, slumping onto a stool with a grimace of pain.
''Hey (N/N).''
(Y/N) quickly shut the door and went to his side.
His lip was split and swollen and above his left eyebrow were numerous cuts that had gummed up the dark hairs below it with blood. His cheekbones were bruised, his black shirt ripped at the sleeves.
As she looked down, (Y/N) noticed that the visible skin at the ripped knees of his tight jeans were scuffed and grazed, like he'd come down hard on them. Finally, she noticed that one of his shoes were missing.
She heard him huff out a quiet laugh, her eyes snapping up to meet his deep golden ones. Immediately his smirk faltered and was replaced with a look of cool indifference.
''What...?''
(Y/N) simply stared at him, a barely concealed look of disbelief on her face. ''Vanitas-''
''Hey (N/N), did I leave any clothes here?'' He cut her off quickly, before she could launch into her tired lecture.
She continued to watch him, her lips a grim line, before her gaze softened.
''I think so. Hang fire, I'll be back.'' She turned to leave, but Vanitas snagged her wrist.
''Thanks (Y/N)...''
She pulled her hand away firmly, but gave him a half hearted smile.
She returned with a clean Bring me the Horizon T-shirt and a bowl of warm water, cotton wool and antiseptic cream.
She set them down on the small table, avoiding Vanitas gaze as he immediately stood and begun to remove his shirt. Her attention was drawn to him though as she heard a yelp of pain.
Covering his left rib cage was an angry purple bruise, and moving too much was clearly painful for him.
He met her eyes and (Y/N) smiled. ''Manly.'' She joked half heartedly. Vanitas scoffed, pulling on the clean T shirt.
''You should let me bandage that..."
He smirked. ''Nah, forget it. It just looks bad. Bastard didn't get that much of a jump on me.''
She studied his soiled shirt, before throwing it into the laundry basket in the corner. ''Is all that blood yours?'' Vanitas grinned. ''What can I say? ....Its the life I chose.'' He said with mock drama, causing (Y/N) to roll her eyes.
(Y/N) pulled a stool in front of his, and sat down, beginning to work silently at at the many cuts adorning Vanitas' beautiful face.
The two remained in silence for some time, save from the occasional hiss of pain from Vanitas and uttered swears, punctuated by a mumbled apology from (Y/N).
Eventually, he spoke up.
''Hey (N/N), let me bum a smoke.''
(Y/N)'s eyes glanced up to his before once again focusing on his wounds.
''I quit a long time ago, you know that. Jeez how fucked up did you get Van?'' She retorted bitterly.
''You'd know if you'd have come with me last night instead of being so fucking boring (Y/N).''
She stopped and fixed her friend with a steely glare.
''Sorry..' he mumbled sheepishly.
There was a pause before (Y/N)s tense voice broke through. ''You know why I don't come with you Van. In fact, tonight was exactly one of those reasons, except the upside is, this way I don't get dragged into your idiotic brawls.''
She saw his bright eyes wander to the scar on her chin, evidence of one such occurrence.
''I mean, yeah sometimes it was fun. But we're not teenagers anymore Van. I have a job and financial obligations. My boss went spare the last time I came in late from patching up your sorry ass.'' She said, standing to wipe furiously at the dried blood on his forehead.
''Ow!'' He scowled down at her.
''I put that all behind me, and everyday is a struggle to keep it that way.''
The young man frowned petulantly.
''I know that.''