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

Vanitas x Spectral! Reader - Holding The Shadows

He was angry again, (Y/N) could tell.
The ebony haired young man crashed into the small bedsit, curses falling from him in brash whispers.
He ripped the name tag from his mechanics coveralls, tearing the thick, frayed fabric in his rage.
She watched with concerned eyes as this human snatched up a bottle of beer from the small cooler in the corner, his phone held in the crook of his neck.
"Roxas, put Sora on the phone. Now." He growled, dispensing with the niceties as he crossed the room to sit heavily on the bed above her, leaning on his knees.
(Y/N) listened carefully to his conversation for the next half hour or so.
Apparently there had been a difficult customer at his Uncles garage where he worked that had ended in violence, and he wanted this 'Sora' to "smooth things over with Uncle Leon" for him.
He needed his job back.
He continued to argue with Sora as he stood to shrug out of his coveralls before removing his clothes.
(Y/N) felt her being heat up, as she busied herself with inspecting the underneath of his bed. Over the years she had seen humans in all shapes, colours and sizes, and thought them all wondrous, fascinating creatures of beauty.
But this one whom she shared a dwelling with, he was like the sun, blinding and brilliant.
She had lived with him for 3 years now, ever since he had moved in, keeping to the shadows during the night.
Sometimes, she would perch in the darkest corners of the ceiling, listening to him sing softy to the music he made on his guitar.
He would write the words himself, frowning in concentration, his front teeth resting gently on his lower lip. His eyes would slip shut as the melody would take him, a smile of satisfaction ghosting across his face.
It was at these times that he was the calmest.
Other times, his friend would come around.
His name was Axel, and he reminded (Y/N) of a fire sprite, flame haired and lively, energy sparking from him like burning embers.
She would watch their jovial evenings of Sports and Video Games. She would listen to the pair reminisce about 'when they were younger', stifling her own laughter at their escapades, or she'd blush and cover her ears when they would tell vulgar jokes.
How she envied Axel.
She wanted to be a friend too.

There was just one girlfriend, Xion had been her name.
(Y/N) remembered his horrific rage as he had screamed at her one night as they argued, throwing clothing and breaking countless picture frames of the two before she left.
He had repeated the same word over and over again: Cheater.
(Y/N) had not understood exactly what this Xion had cheated him of, but she understood his pain well enough.
That night, he had cried endlessly.
(Y/N) had cried too, because he was so helplessly sad, so broken.
She longed to slip from the shadows and take him into her midnight arms, whispering sweet nothings and stroking his wonderful inky hair.
Yes, (Y/N) was attached to this human, one whom she felt a deep longing in her spectral heart.
No.
As forbidden as it was, she was in love with him. A brash, aggressive, lonely young man, with raven hair and golden eyes.
Vanitas.
During that time, she had seen all his joy, pain, sadness, rage and love. She felt it along with him, sometimes only mere inches from him, but never able to be a part of his world.
Only when he was asleep, would (Y/N) dare to reach out and hold his slim calloused hand in her black shadowy one, as it hung limply over the edge as he slumbered.

Once he was dressed, he left the small bedsit, and was gone for quite some time.
When Vanitas returned, his movements were clumsy and sluggish.
(Y/N) knew that he was drunk, she had seen him and Axel drink heartily many times, till they could barely form words.
He flicked on a small lamp, casting the once black room with a dim glow.
(Y/N) retreated under the bed once more, unnoticed.
Slowly, Vanitas made his way to the very same bed, running a hand through his unruly hair, sighing heavily.
"Whats wrong Vanitas? Tell me what I can do to help?" She longed to ask.
But she didn't and she couldn't.
Communication with humans was forbidden, of course.
He kicked off his shoes, pulling his legs up after him.
There were muffled shuffling sounds, before his jeans hit the floor, his heavy belt clanging loudly, making (Y/N) start in surprise.
There was silence for some time as his breathing evened out to a relaxed pace.
Once more, Vanitas' hand slipped over the side of his bed, into (Y/N)'s view.
She knew his hands almost as if they were her own. The knuckles were lightly scarred, the nails chewed from anxiety, the thumb adorned with a chunky silver ring.
(Y/N) felt the need to provide some small comfort to this human male she loved so, now she was certain he was sleeping.
Slowly she reached out, until her whispering fingers gently interlaced with his own.
Then, her heart thumped wildly, as suddenly, his grip tightened around her hand, squeezing it gently.
She was about to pull away sharply, until Vanitas spoke aloud- two words that held in them everything (Y/N) had only dreamed of.

"Thank you."