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

We Survive

The harsh glare from the light of the TV stung
(Y/N)'s eyes as she sat in the gloom.
She had been dozing fitfully, and as she had blinked awake once more, she saw that night had fallen. She sighed, easing to her feet with a groan, rubbing her tired eyes as she crossed the room to flick on the nearby lamp. One by one, she pulled the curtains closed and flipped the blinds, a deep unsettled feeling growing in her gut. (Y/N) stopped by the kitchen window as she sipped a fresh (Y/F/D) idly, pushing aside two of the slats with her fingers.
The grey clouds outside were intensifying, as they too knew something was deeply wrong.
'They match my mood at least' she thought sourly, turning her back on the outside world and making for the sofa once again, the blinds swaying gently behind her. She sat in the silence, noting how much more stifling it seemed, her ears keenly listening for something that she wasn't wholly aware of.

Some nights, she felt off like this, but tonight, it felt as if the whole city had been draped in a suffocating grey.
Lukewarm (Y/F/D) splashed her leg as she jumped from the sudden dull buzzing of her phone, tucked in between the cushions next to her. She cursed the growing stain on her pants as she fumbled for it, blinking at the caller ID in accusation.
Sora.
"Hello?"
"(Y/N). I need your help."
(Y/N) sat up straighter, the tone of Soras voice making her insides clench in fear.
"What? What's happened?"
"It's Van. I need you to go over to his place and see if he's okay."
"Why wouldn't he be okay?"
She heard a voice in the background, someone speaking in an urging tone.
"Me and Ven have tried texting and calling him, but he hasn't picked up or replied."
(Y/N) stared straight ahead of her, blinking perplexed, frowning deeply.
"Sora..." she began steadily. "Van literally blanks you and Ven every day. So tell me why now is any different."
It was Ventus she could hear in the background, demanding Sora give him the phone. She heard Sora swallowing hard.
"He- hes getting bad again, (Y/N). I didn't know what else to do! You're the only person who has a key to his place. He wouldn't answer the door last time!" (Y/N) heard the tears Sora was biting back, the panic making his tone climb several octaves.
"Sora? Listen to me. Is he bad enough that you think he might hurt himself?"
"I...I dunno. Maybe. I didn't wanna call the police or anything in case he hadn't and I caused a fuss for nothing."
(Y/N) was on her feet, heading into her bedroom scrabbling hurriedly through the small sock drawer. She pulled out a single key, the Unversed's band logo swinging from its chain. Much to Soras chagrin, Vanitas had given his only spare house key to her, smirking that he didn't trust even his 'idiot little bro' to have it.
"I'll head over there now Sora."
"Okay. Me and Ven will be waiting."
(Y/N) paused, taking a deep breath.
"No."
"But (Y/N)! Hes our family! I want to be there for him!"
She swallowed, the guilt forming a lump in her throat.
"I'm sorry, but no. I have my reasons. Stay with Ven and I'll keep you updated- that's a promise. Just trust me Sora, please."
"....Alright. Please, make sure he's okay."

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(Y/N) peered angrily out of the windshield, wipers slapping back and forth desperately to keep up with the rain that assaulted the small car. Her anger and grief began to build, as she chewed her lip nervously.
She knew that Vanitas had been feeling low lately, but he'd told her he was fine.
He had continued to take his medication, he was in regular sessions with his therapist, and he'd been spending more time with Sora and his cousins. (Y/N) had even seen more of him lately, his withdrawal slowly fading, along with the wide, beseeching look in his eyes that communicated his vulnerability.
What had set him back? Why hadn't he told her it was getting harder for him?
Why hadn't she done more when he said he was feeling low again?
(Y/N) slammed her hand heavily onto the steering wheel, "Dammit Vanitas!"
His street was up ahead, and she pulled in fast, turning the last corner until his little house came into view, cloaked in complete blackness, no light visible in any of the windows.
She paused, his house keys clutched in one shaking hand, before she stepped from the car, struggling to the find the lock with the key in the relentless downpour.
Outside his front door she stopped, raising a fist before lowering it slowly.
'Take Soras advice and just head in.'
She slipped in his key and turned, feeling the panic growing, the fear making her heart thunder in her chest.