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

Haiku Author

My heart has never
Seen beyond the darkest night
What have I become?

 Only through loves grace
  Will I feel light within me,
Won’t you hold me now?

  Broken pieces cut deep
       And hands too sullied to hold
   But love pure and true

   I have scars that burn
          But with you the hurt might stop
     Never leave my side.

 (Y/N) held the newspaper to her chest with a contented sigh, swooning over the carefully penned verses.
“Isn’t it so romantic? What a gentle, sensitive soul.”
Vanitas sat across from her in the small, cramped café, a dark eyebrow raised as he sipped coffee.
(Y/N) caught the look her was giving her over his mug.
“What?”
Vanitas put down his cup, swallowing the last mouthful of coffee as he waved a hand at her.
“You and this lame-o poet jerk.” he said with a wrinkle of his nose.
(Y/N) glared at him.
“I’ll have you know V. Gears is not a lame-o. Or a jerk! He’s an artist, a master of the written word...” she trailed off, a dreamy look on her face as her eyes scanned once more across the page.
Vanitas scoffed. “How do you know it’s a he? Could be a chick.”
(Y/N) sat up straighter, plucking her own drink from the polished table.
“Issue 234, the Arts section ran a short Reader
Q and A. V said he was a guy.” She answered haughtily.
“Right, whatever.” Vanitas rolled his eyes. “He’s not even that good.”
“Ha! Like you could write better.” she retorted childishly, her eyes following the traffic outside, her cheeks flushed.
Vanitas couldn’t help but smile at her petulant glowering.
“Okay, okay, V. Gears is a gift from the gods, sent down to bestow his heavenly prose on us unworthy mortals. Can we go already?” he flicked up his sleeve, glancing at his watch.
“The film starts in 10 minutes.”
(Y/N) squinted at him for a few moments, struggling to hide her growing smile. “Well, since I’ve been adequately appeased, we may.”
She seized Vanitas’ hand, pulling him along behind her, out into the cool summer evening, Vanitas shaking his head with a rueful smirk the whole way.

☆

 Your joy is my joy
And when you hold my hand tight
The world seems less cruel

 When you call my name
Each day we spend together
I know my purpose

 It is you my dear
The reason I carry on
The one whom I love

 And you do not know
But perhaps it is enough
When your eyes meet mine.

 
Kairi squealed loudly, cradling her cheeks in her hands.
“It’s so sad! Why can’t he just tell her how he feels?”
(Y/N) gripped her friends arm dramatically, holding tight. “I know. She’s his reason!”
Kairi was nodding emphatically.
“If he wrote her one of his poems, how could she not fall in love? If that was me, I’d marry him on the spot!”
“Hey!” Sora yelled indignantly from the front of the car. “Thanks a lot Kairi!”
The redhead leant forward, patting his shoulder soothingly.
“I love you Sor’, but your romantic side leaves something to be desired.”
(Y/N) stifiled a laugh as Sora visibly sunk lower in his seat.
“You guys suck.” Sora mumbled in a tiny voice. The two girls burst into a fit of giggles.
Sora was way too easy to wind up.
Vanitas was chuckling from his seat at the wheel, and as (Y/N) looked ahead, she met his piercing golden eyes in the mirror.
He watched her for a fraction of a second, before his gaze flitted away in an instant.
“I could write poetry if I wanted to, ya know.” Sora announced.
Kairi grinned. “Okay...go ahead.”
“Alright...” Sora sat up higher in his seat, taking a deep breath before clearing his throat.
“Kairi, you do inspire me….light a fire in me. Sometimes we share pizza, and sometimes we fight, but I can’t forget you, try as I might. Your hair is like rubies, your lips are like gold. I hope you’re still hot, when we’re old.”
The two girls clung helplessly to each other in their cackling laughter. Kairi was wiping at her eyes delicately in the hopes of saving her make-up.
(Y/N) was holding her chest, wheezing deeply.
“Oh my god, put a ring on me Sora, please!” Kairi shrieked.
Vanitas glanced over at his very red-faced brother, smirking devilishly. “Smooth, Sor’.”