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

Let the Beat Drop

The blaring, siren like notes of Womaniser filled the entire studio.
Roxas and Sora stood side by side on stage, excited, mischievous looks on their faces.
It was the Destiny Islers Dance Group's annual performance. It was always a huge hit, selling out within days of  the tickets going on sale.
It was loud, energising, sassy, sometimes sexy and overflowing with incredibly talented dancers.
(Y/N) was there to support her closest friends in the troupe, Kairi and Namine.
The two had bowed out of solo performances this year, but it was the first show (Y/N) had been able to attend, so she was pumped nonetheless. Instead, Kairis boyfriend Sora and his older twin Vanitas had snagged the solo spots.
Sora was an incredible dancer, everyone knew it. He certainly proved it now, performing with Roxas, the dance polished and precise, but with a cheeky flair.
The crowd erupted in laughter and a chorus of wolf whistles as Roxas dropped to his knees, before standing in a fluid motion, giving  a coy beckon with his finger to the crowd.
(Y/N) beamed happily, watching the pair.
Roxas was an amazing guy, incredibly sensitive without a harmful bone in his body.
'Namine is a lucky girl' she thought wryly.
With a dramatic flick of their hair, the boys dance was over and the audience exploded into cheers and applause.
(Y/N) quickly glanced down at the programme. Vanitas was up next.
(Y/N) settled back in her seat, craning her neck as much as possible. She had never seen the moody Vanitas dance before, and she was eager to not miss a step.

Truthfully, she did know Vanitas quite well. Occasionally he'd tag along if herself, Kairi, Sora, Roxas (or any of the others) would grab pizza together, or head to 7th Heaven on a Friday night. 
Usually however, he'd hole himself up in his bleak and black bedroom, hunched over a sketch pad, scribbling furiously.
He was gruff and aloof, but occasionally the facade would slip, and his face would brighten.
A smile would break across it, before dissappearing just as quickly into its default mask of boredom.
Yet, he was often surprisingly kind, and she felt a fondness for the young man deep down, wishing she could strengthen it.
Then, the lights dimmed once more, breaking her from her revere.
There Vanitas stood, wearing a leather jacket studded with spikes, a singular chain wrapped round his chest like a sash, tight black skinny jeans and stylish hi-tops. His composure was one of incredible confidence, his stunning golden eyes shining with excitement.
The opening bars of  30Sexy started up, and Vanitas begun to move.
(Y/N) was jawpunched.
It was like watching a different person.
Gone was the pinched expression. Instead, his smile was mega-watt, his moves slick and suave. Everything about his performance oozed self-assurance, it was controlled and utterly smooth.
His limbs were strong, his hair shining, while casting cheeky winks into the crowd with a devilish grin, evidently having the time of his life.
He shifted his hips and dropped his knees, his feet nimble to the beat. Vanitas's arms popped and his wrists flicked, his head turning, hours of painstaking practice clearly paying off.
(Y/N) felt her heart race, and looking round the hall, she was certain every other girls' was too.
The entire audience was swooning. 
Never had she seen this side of Vanitas, she didn't even know he was this talented.
Dancing had brought him to life, yet he had simultaneously slayed every single person bearing witness.
It was the single most awe- inspiring thing (Y/N) had ever seen.
The song came to a close, and the audience were on their feet, whistling and shrieking.
Vanitas burned a brilliant shade of red, nodding and waving at the crowd suddenly self conscious, trying hard to look cool.
(Y/N) sat down heavily as he left the stage, her heart still pounding wildly.

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Only a few more performances remained, including Soras solo. During the subsequent group performances in which Vanitas made appearances, (Y/N) could watch no other.
Her eyes hungrily followed the easy sway of his shoulders and his flawless timing, chewing her lip.
How did she not know he was so amazing at dancing? How had he kept it under wraps for so long? Why didn't Sora gush about how brilliant he was? He more or less wrote poetry if Vanitas so much as made toast in their shared house, so why not applaud his brothers talent?
Was Sora jealous?
No, that couldn't be it.
Sora had just begun his solo piece to Control Myself and was currently tearing up the stage as much as his twin had, if not more so.
Still, to (Y/N) he was nowhere near as arresting to watch as Vanitas. She suddenly felt odd, unsure what to do with these strange feelings, wondering if she could be normal around him after this. She internally refuted any suggestions that she still had feelings for him. After all, it had been that air of mystery that had embarrassingly attracted her to him in the first place, way back in High School.
After Sora, there was one more group performance featuring every dancer, a tongue in cheek performance to round off the night.
The crowd went insane as Gentleman blared from the speakers, causing many to jump from their seats to dance in the aisles.
(Y/N) spotted Aqua a few seats down, purple with embarrassment as Terra was attempting the whip in the aisle next to her, Axel egging him on with whoops, yelling 'Yassss!' at him.
It wasn't long before the bluenette grabbed Terras's ear to point out he was doing the dance for the wrong damn Psy song.
It was fun, frenetic and incredibly exciting. Some were laughing hysterically as they tried in vain to copy the fluid execution of some of the moves, others simply swaying to the rhythm.
Yet (Y/N) still could not tear her eyes away from the ebony haired young man,  currently holding a quizzical hand to his chin as his hips popped perfectly, a huge smirk on his handsome face.