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

Bonus Chapter! ☆ We Found Love

Red raw and stinging, (Y/N) gingerly tapped the sore skin underneath her tired eyes.
She scowled at her reflection, anguished and rough, the lack of sleep evident in her greying skin. She flicked off the light in the dingy bathroom, padding out into the bedroom.
Vanitas was already huddled up in bed, blanket pulled up high, exposing skinny ankles as per his habit. She smiled fondly at the young man, his wild black spikes sticking out in tufts from the hem of the duvet. She clambered into her own bed, eager to rest her weary body.
The pair lay in the darkness of the dimly lit hotel room, the faint sound of the ocean creating a soothing vibe, the sifting of the sand as the tide came and went.
(Y/N) thought back over the last day 2 days, turning away from Vanitas.
It had been wonderful.
Vanitas had arrived at her door, his eyes bright with wild mischief and excitement.
It had been infectious.
Before she knew it (Y/N) had gathered up a few clothes and essentials, and they were off,
the pain at home forgotten.
The long drive in the setting sun of the late summer, music blaring, Vanitas by her side.
The festival, the pier, the arcade....
(Y/N) didn’t know if she’d ever seen Vanitas laugh so much. A part of her knew that it was for her benefit, that he knew how happy it would make her to see him so carefree for once.
He had tried so hard for her.
She smiled weakly, gently feeling for the half-a-heart necklace sitting on her chest, holding it tightly.
It had been Vanitas’ idea, a reminder of their unbreakable bond:
‘soul mates until the end’
he’d said.
He wore the other half, making it look effortlessly cool as usual.
Sure, he was surly and aggressive, but inside, his heart was as gold as his beautiful eyes. (Y/N) thought of another pair of eyes, soft blue and full of light. She flinched. She hated Ventus for what he had done to her, but she knew deep down that she still loved him, and that it would take more than an impromptu weekend for those feelings to fade. She couldn’t deny it, even though she knew she should let it go.

She brought her knees up, her blanket wrapped tight in her fist, trying to stop the sudden onset of shivers.
What would she do now?
How would she face the day without Ventus to kiss her good morning?
What would she do now in the evenings cooking for one, no longer feeling a need for fresh vegetables in a meal made with love?
The scent of his clothes, the gentle way he laughed.
All the tiny details that she had taken for granted before, all the little things-
they were what had brought true happiness.
Sure, here with Van, she could forget her pain easily as they raced across the beach, childishly declaring who would find the best shell.
Who needed a boyfriend when she had her only true friend in the entire world?
Maybe she wouldn’t ever hurt again if only they could stay like this forever.
Wishful thinking, it couldn’t last.
Tomorrow, they would drive home, back to reality and responsibility, back to work-
back to the dividing up of two lives shared for 4 years.
A life that she once believed they’d share forever.
At one time, Ventus had believed that too.
(Y/N) clamped a hand tightly over her mouth as her body shook with each sob, mindful of waking Vanitas. Her throat ached and it was becoming more difficult to breathe.
She had tried so hard to forget everything and have fun, not wanting Vanitas’ thoughtful trip to go to waste.
But now, in the darkness of the night, in the stony silence, she could not deny the pain any longer.

Suddenly, a weight sunk onto
the bed behind (Y/N).
The corner of the comforter was lifted, as a warm body slipped into the bed, a slim arm wrapping itself solidly around her waist. 
Immediately, she knew.
(Y/N) gripped Vanitas’ hand as if her life depended on it, sobbing freely now, too touched by his tender actions to hold it back any longer.
Vanitas’ other hand stroked her hair, as he rested his head above hers on the pillow, making barely audible shushing sounds, his voice rumbling low in his throat.
After sometime, her cries quietened, and still Vanitas did not move.
(Y/N)’s breathing hitched as she felt her pain subside somewhat, pulling Vanitas’ hand up, resting her flushed cheek on it.
In response, he gently ran his thumb back and forth soothingly.
Normally, the young man was opposed to nearly all kinds of physical contact, only just about tolerating (Y/N)'s hugs on very good days.
Now, he shifted closer to her, warm and inviting, comforting and safe.
He felt so very much like home, that (Y/N) wanted to cry again.
But she did not.
After some time, she found that she must have fallen asleep.
The morning light was glowing brightly behind the drab cream curtains of the hotel room, and excited voices could be heard outside.
 Vanitas was still beside her, holding tight, his breathing even as he slept on peacefully.
(Y/N) felt a rush of emotion as she breathed in the scent of his skin.
Yes, she had lost Ventus…but maybe she would gain something better. 

A/N = A little expansion on that weekend trip the duo took after Ventus-gate in Dark Times.
Much love ♡