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

Tag, You're It

It was almost pitch black, save for the fluorescent lighting that flickered through the heavy smoke.
Vanitas struggled to breathe, his nose and throat were clogged, stifling and heavy.
Distant yelling and manic laughter could be heard somewhere in the distance, echoing dreamily. Footsteps stormed past, frantic pursuits taking place.
Vanitas gripped his gun tightly, the faint purple outline on his chest plate glowing softly.
His hands were sweating as he tried his best to keep his breathing silent.
He edged around the crate he was crouched behind, his eyes scanning the bleak darkness.
"Where the hell are you?" He murmured to himself, his guard not letting up as his anticipation grew.
A scuffle sounded behind a half destroyed shed.
He tensed, gun poised before him.
Then, a streak of blue flashed out from the bricks, taking off left down the hall, followed by loud shrieks as their opponent closed in.
It wasn't his target, it wasn't her.

Laser Tag had been (Y/N)'s idea, but he was damned if he'd let her beat him.
He had a 50 munny bet riding on this.
They'd spent the afternoon at his. It was raining and the spring weather still carried a chill, but the pair were bored cooped up, so they'd driven into town.
As they'd parked up to grab a coffee, (Y/N) had smiled faintly at the neon sign of Highwinds's Laser Tag.
Vanitas was horrendously competitive, and after boasting how skilled he was at the game, (Y/N) had smirked knowingly, the dangerous glint in her eyes signalling her rise to the challenge.
They'd quickly chugged their hot coffee before racing from the car, excitement fuelling their bodies.

He'd last seen her by the faux forest, where she'd squeezed off some lucky shots at him, leaping from a patch of shrubbery, before she darted off into the thick tangle of branches.
Vanitas had tailed her stealthily, catching her unawares at the small lake in the clearing, racking off some hits of his own.
Vanitas glanced down at the tiny screen strapped to his wrist in frustration, pushing his raven locks off his damp forehead.
24-23 with 15 minutes to spare.
She was winning by a hair, and if he wanted to turn this around, he'd have to find her- and fast.
Still crouched low, he ducked behind the run-down shed, and hopped quickly over a nearby mountain of sandbags. He came upon a network of metal piping in the next zone, big enough to slip through.
He melted into the darkness of the piping, zipping nimbly through the winding tunnels, until he reached a junction, that opened up into a dug out with wooden roofing, obscuring him from view once more.
Vanitas crossed to the small, post-box sized hole set into the wall, his breathing heavy as he peered out, holding the plastic pistol tighter, adrenaline making his hands shake.
He glanced down at his watch.
7 minutes.
He swore helplessly, weighing up his options.
Had he missed her completely? Was she at the other end of the arena, crouched in her own hiding place, assured of her victory?
He could double back to the forest, then comb the surrounding buildings. Maybe he'd stumble on her there?
He was too wrapped up in the whirring thoughts of his next move to hear the soft footfalls approaching him in the dim.
He gasped, startled as a hand gripped his shoulder, spinning him around till his back connected roughly with the smooth wood.
He was about to unleash a torrent of abuse, anger flaring through him, until his eyes met
(Y/C/E) ones.
"What the fuck-?"
He only caught her smirk before she leant forward, kissing him deeply.
His golden eyes widened with shock, before fluttering closed with pleasure as her fingers lifted his shirt,  brushing the naked skin of his hip above his belt.
He kissed back greedily, his free hand capturing her back and pulling her to his chest. His stomach swarmed with butterflies, her smell intoxicating, her closeness numbing his mind.
He had wanted this for so long, and now it was really happening, in the cloying darkness of Laser Tag...
Without warning, (Y/N) roughly pulled back, making Vanitas ache with want.
She smiled sweetly at him, looking more beautiful in that moment then he thought possible.
"We have to do that more often." He purred huskily, reaching for her again until he noticed her gun raise to his chest plate, and his smirk faltered.
That sneaky little shit....
Quicker than he could react, (Y/N) fired, racking up the score to 25-23.
Immediately after, the lights snapped on, and a klaxon blared, high octane music flooding the arena.
"Thats game! Blue team- Player 1 wins. Green team- player 1 wins. Yellow team-player 2 wins. Purple team- Player 2 wins!" A disembodied voice echoed.
Vanitas gaped at (Y/N)'s triumphant face, her cheeks blushed.
"You owe me 50 munny, Van." She snickered, waving her gun.
Vanitas shook his head.
"You got me."
"In style, too,  oh great Master of the Laser." She laughed over her shoulder, turning to head back through the pipe.
But Vanitas gripped her arm, swinging her to face him gently, as he captured her in his arms.
"No. You really got me." He replied with a grin, leaning down to kiss her.

Okay, so he'd lost his pride, bragging rights and 50 Munny.
But somehow, Vanitas didn't really mind.

♡

A/N: Dissertation extension is killing me, and keeping me from playing Birth By sleep in glorious HD.
A short one, but enjoy!
Much Love ♡