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[dragonanon]

can you do a chapter based on your Death!Reader and God!Brother hcs where Death wakes up from her sleep and goes to Heaven to check up on her brother's children and everyone is obviously terrified of her?

Hmmm…I’m not typically one to do requests because the urge to write is so sporadic and random for me. BUT I have been thinking about the initial confrontation in Heaven for a while now, so here are some head cannons for that. >w>

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- It’s a typical perfect day in Heaven…Until it isn’t. Having seen what had become of your realm and learning Heaven was to blame for it, you’re on your way to rip someone a new asshole.

- Screams erupt from the Angels as the ground begins to shake and the bright sky darkens. Sera and Emily rush out just in time to join the Angels in watching in abject terror as a massive pool of darkness forms on the ground, and from it slowly rises a menacing figure.

- The figure is massive, and it only continues to rise until even the tallest building barely reaches its hips. Its six long horns twist and arch toward the sky, only making the figure appear even taller. Upon reaching its full height, the figure spreads its six mighty wings, each one sporting a menacingly sharp claw and all as shrouded in darkness as the rest of the figure.

- As its wings blot out the sun further, the figure opens its many blazing white eyes; two where you’d normally expect to see eyes, a third in the center of its forehead, and dozens more scattered across its wings and body.

- Sera lost all color as soon as she saw the figure rising, and somehow lost even MORE color when the figure opened all of its eyes. She looks like she shit herself, and Emily is panicking, trying desperately to get Sera to tell her what’s going on; she’s never seen the older Seraph look so terrified.

- With this unimaginably imposing figure now looming over Heaven, Adam decides this is the PERFECT time to attack, having been dumb enough to think this was a Demon attacking Heaven.

- The exorcists fly up towards the figure, ready to attack. This only angers the figure further however, and with a rumble that shakes the ground itself, the figure merely flaps its wings; creating a gust of wind so powerful it knocks all the exorcists back onto the ground.

- It’s at this point Sera FINALLY snaps out of it, rushing to Adam in mad panic and damn nearly strangling him while telling him to call off the exorcists. Which he does, albeit with some reluctance.

- This doesn’t stop him from asking Sera what gives, and her response is “Adam you absolute fucking fool, that is DEATH!”

- Now it’s Adam’s turn to look like he shit himself. “Death? As in, “the big man himself’s younger sister” Death?? As in, “the baddest bitch you’ve EVER seen, but can kill ANYTHING by just touching it” Death??? THAT fucking Death????” Ignoring that last statement, Sera’s frantic nodding in confirmation confirms to Adam that he has indeed fucked up. Big time. Adam then proceeds to lose all color in his face and practically cowers behind Sera as she cautiously approaches you, mentally preparing herself to be reaped on the spot.

- Back to your perspective however, you’re fucking PISSED. So pissed that you don’t even notice or stop to think that most of Heaven’s inhabitants likely have NO CLUE who you are, and are likely legitimately fearing for their lives. Meanwhile for all the older Angels and Angelic beings who’ve been alive long enough to have known you before you went to sleep, like Sera, they’re all still very much afraid, but it’s more in line with the “oh shit mom’s home early and she saw the mess we made in the kitchen, she’s gonna kill us!” kind of fear.

- The fact that they sent exorcists at you makes you even angrier. Like for starters, how fucking weak do they think you are that you could be stopped by just some low level Angelic beings with pointy sticks?? And then the audacity to even attack you to begin with, like THEY weren’t the ones who fucked up and you’re just some kind of strange intruder needing to be slain?? The INDIGNITY of it all!

- Your voice booms throughout Heaven, making even the ground tremble at the sheer intensity of it. “WHO DID IT?” You’re met with only silence, so you ask again with more force. “MY REALM IS A COMPLETE MESS WITH MILLIONS OF DISPLACED SOULS RIGHT NOW. SO AGAIN I ASK, WHICH ONE OF YOU FLAT FOOT CHILDREN DID THIS?!”

- Sera replies, voice trembling slightly. “Are…Are you talking about the exterminations? “IF THAT IS WHAT YOU’RE CALLING THIS MOCKERY OF MY WORK, THEN YES.” Sera looks visibly confused and concerned. “But…That SHOULDN’T be possible!…The exterminations KILL the Sinners; their souls should be gone, not stuck in Limbo! There has to be some kind of mistake here!”

- Hearing this, you can’t help but let out a brief but harsh cackle, making the ground jolt from the abruptness. “DEAR YOU HONESTLY THINK A SOUL COULD BE SO EASY TO DESTROY? A SOUL IS A POWERFUL THING FOR A REASON CHILD, IF THEY WERE SO EASILY DESTROYED THEN NONE OF YOU WOULD BE STANDING HERE BEFORE ME NOW!…SO ONCE AGAIN, WHO. DID. THIS?! AND SO HELP ME, IF I HAVE TO ASK AGAIN THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES.”

- Whilst Sera is dumbfounded by this revelation, Adam sees a golden opportunity to save his ass and points at Sera. “I-It was her! Yeah it was all fucking HER idea! I-I tried to tell her it was stupid, b-but she just REALLY wanted to go down and kill those bast- Demons! Yeah she REALLY wanted to kill all those poor Demons, can ya fucking believe this shit?!”

- Before Sera can defend herself, the darkness seems to intensify, and she can just FEEL every one of your eyes glaring daggers into her. “SERA…YOU SIGNED OFF ON THIS?? YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF, I EXPECTED SO MUCH BETTER FROM YOU! I LEFT EXPLICIT INSTRUCTIONS FOR HEAVEN AND HELL TO WORK TOGETHER TO SORT SOULS FOR THIS VERY REASON! AND NOW BECAUSE OF THESE BARBARIC “EXTERMINATIONS”, YOU’VE COMPLETELY DESTROYED THE BALANCE I WORKED SO HARD TO CREATE AND MAINTAIN. I HOPE YOU’RE PROUD OF YOURSELF, BECAUSE I’M CERTAINLY NOT!”

- It’s a strange and mildly amusing sight to see the head seraph get scolded like a misbehaving child by this massive dark entity. But here we are anyway!

- At one point during the tongue lashing you’re giving to your niece, Emily buts in and asks for an explanation for what’s going on; having not heard Sera’s previous explanation to Adam apparently.

- Your temper flares for a brief moment, and you just about launched into another lecture at the little shit who DARED interrupt you. But upon seeing Emily, you softened considerably, seeing that she was young and TRULY didn’t understand what was happening.

- “AH…I APOLOGIZE DEAR, BUT I DON’T THINK I RECOGNIZE YOU…COME CLOSER LITTLE ONE SO I CAN SEE YOU.” You slowly crouch down and lower your hand, offering Emily to climb onto it. Emily is hesitant, obviously a bit scared of you. But Sera encourages her to go to you, she knows that you won’t hurt Emily and it’s high time she meets her aunt anyway.

- With the small seraph in hand, you stand back up to your full height and bring her closer to your face. Now FINALLY able to see her properly, you speak. “YOU’RE FAIRLY YOUNG FOR A SERAPH…YOU MUST’VE BEEN BORN DURING MY SLUMBER, AND IN THAT CASE I APOLOGIZE THIS HAD TO BE OUR FIRST MEETING. TELL ME, WHAT IS YOUR NAME CHILD?”

- Her voice trembling slightly, Emily tells you her name and then asks who you are and asks if you’re a seraph like her and Sera. The innocent question gets a genuine laugh out of you, and despite it shaking the ground it’s a lovely sound. “OH CHILD, I AM FAR FROM BEING A SERAPH. THOUGH I CAN SEE WHY YOU WOULD THINK THAT. YOU WERE ALL MADE IN MY IMAGE AFTER ALL.”

- Seeing the visible confusion on Emily’s face, you elaborated. “LONG AGO, YOUR FATHER WANTED TO SHOW HIS APPRECIATION OF ME. SO FOR HIS FIRST SENTIENT CREATIONS, THE SERAPHIM, HE BASED THEM ALL ON ME.” Emily looks surprised, and follows up by asking how you know God.

- You give another genuine laugh at her question. “SWEETY I’M HIS YOUNGER SISTER, I AM “DEATH”, THE GODDESS OF WELL…DEATH. BUT YOU CAN CALL ME “D” OR “AUNT D”, MOST OF YOUR SIBLINGS DO.” Emily’s mind is blown “Wait! YOU’RE aunt D?! Sera told me all kinds of stories about you before you went to sleep, like the time you got into an argument with Father over his invention of the “Snuggie”. I never thought I’d get to meet you!”

- “IT WAS LITERALLY JUST A BATHROBE YOU WORE BACKWARDS, AND I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE HE THOUGHT THAT WAS AT ALL CLEVER.” You huff, feeling amusement and mild irritation at that memory.

- “SPEAKING OF YOUR FATHER, WHERE IS HE?” Sera speaks up, having managed to recollect herself, and explains that no one has seen or heard a word from God since before you went to sleep.

- The irritated snarl that leaves your throat sounds like thunder and shakes the ground, making everyone tremble with fear. “THAT LAZY BASTARD HAD ONE FUCKING JOB, WATCH HIS DAMN KIDS, AND HE COULDN’T EVEN DO THAT?! NO WONDER THIS ALL HAPPENED THEN, HE LEFT YOU ALL UNSUPERVISED!”

- Bending over, you carefully set Emily down before standing back up. “I HATE TO CUT MY INTRODUCTION SHORT, BUT APPARENTLY I NEED TO GO AND HAVE A LITTLE CHAT WITH YOUR FATHER.” You stare pointedly at Sera and continue. “DON’T THINK THIS MEANS YOU’RE ENTIRELY OFF THE HOOK EITHER. WHILE YES, YOUR FATHER’S ABSENCE IS MOSTLY TO BLAME FOR THIS DEBACLE, YOU ALSO KNOW BETTER THAN TO DO SUCH TERRIBLE THINGS. WE WILL BE DISCUSSING THIS MORE ONCE I FINISH WITH YOUR FATHER, AND IF I COME BACK AND FIND OUT YOU HELD ANY MORE OF THESE “EXTERMINATIONS” I WILL TURN YOU INTO A HOLLOW! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?” Looking at the ground, Sera nods and says “Yes Auntie D…”

- Satisfied with that response, you bid everyone farewell and slowly melt back into the ground, completely disappearing. Once you’re gone, the sunlight is back and it’s as if you were never there.

- Now the seraphim have to soothe the murmuring crowd while Sera starts attempting to get in contact with Lucifer to let him know that “Hey Aunt D found out about the exterminations and is NOT happy about it. She just got done yelling at me, and now she’s on her way to go read Father the riot act. Just warning you now because once she’s done with him, you’re probably gonna be next.”

- Lucifer receives the message and is now frantically trying to create peace offerings in hopes they’ll make you more amicable, while also preemptively planning his own funeral in case the peace offerings don’t work.

- Meanwhile in God’s palace, God is currently relaxing in an elaborate hot tub and watching American football on an absurdly large TV whilst drinking wine like it’s water. He’s pretty drunk and having a grand time yelling at the TV.

- His fun is interrupted through by you literally kicking in the door and storming in, you’ve shrunken down to your smaller size so all your features are actually visible now and not covered in darkness as you glare at your older brother with an intensity that could peel paint.

- God startled momentarily before seeing it’s you and giving you a dopey smile. He’s also in his smaller form, so that makes things slightly easier for you. “Ohhh heeeyyy Death!…You startled me thereee…It’zzzz beeen awhillle, huh?” You scoff at his slurred speech, in disbelief that he could be so drunk right now.

- “Yes, it HAS been awhile. Good to see that you still choose to spend your days getting completely wasted instead of tending to your children.” You answer tersely, and God rolls his eyes. “Zzstill the saaame old ssstuck up bitch…Tha kidzz are fahine Deee! Yyyoou should cohme haave ah drink wib meee.”

- You ignore God’s offer for a drink and cut right to the chase. “No, your kids are NOT fine! When was the last time you checked in on them?! Do you even know what they’re up to right now??!” God dismissively waves his hand and chugs more wine. “I juzzt checked on thhhem ah couple decades aghooo..They’rrre prohably makinnn neeewh liffe.”

- “God that is a load of shit, and you know it! I was JUST down in Heaven, and the seraphim told me that you haven’t seen or spoken to ANY of them since I left to take my nap eons ago! And furthermore, while you’ve been in here drinking the day away, your children have COMPLETELY destroyed the balance we created! They’ve been mass slaughtering Demons annually for millennia now, and Limbo is a complete disaster right now because of this!” Hearing this, God looks down at his bottle of whine, embarrassed, and mumbles an awkward “oh”.

- Silence hangs heavy in the air for a moment before God clears his throat and says. “Zzsooo…You’rrree NNOT gooing to drink wiff me?” At this you snap and snatch the wine bottle from God and chuck it at the TV, smashing the bottle and the TV. God shouts in anger but before he can ask you wtf that was for, you just lay into him. Calling him a deadbeat and pathetic excuse of a deity.

- “How can you just sit in here day after day, while your CHILDREN are out there causing such mayhem! Do you not love your children all??!” God is shouting back at you, his anger having sobered him up some so he’s not slurring as much. “How DARE you accuse me of not loving my children! I would giive ANYTHING for them and you know that!”

- “Then fucking ACT like it!! Don’t just sit in here and rot your mind with booze and TV!” God growls. “I don’t need you to tell meee how to handle my children! Why do you even care?! It’zzz not like they’re yours anyway!”

- “I care because they are part of MY family, and I want my family to be safe and happy, something that you couldn’t give less of a shit about apparently!” God throws his hands up at this point “Well what do you want from me Death, go hhhold their handz?! My children are ALL capable of thinking and being on their own, they don’t NEED me to do shit for them!”

- “That doesn’t mean that they don’t still need you there emotionally! But with the way you act maybe it’s best you ARE never there! After all, what use could any of them get from your pathetic drunk ass!!” This clearly struck a nerve as God points back at the door you came in through and roars at you to get the fuck out of his house. Growling, you give a harsh “Fine!” and tell him he can sit and be a drunk deadbeat all he wants because you’re done with him and his shit, and he’s NEVER to contact you again unless it’s in regards to his children or business.

- You stomp out of God’s palace and return to Limbo, wanting to start working on getting things cleaned up and cool off some before you go check on things in Hell.

- Once you’re gone though, God slumps his shoulders and hangs his head. With your venomous words echoing his head, he summons another bottle of wine and begins chugging it while he trudges into his bedchambers.

- He flops down onto the bed and picks up a framed photo and slowly brings it closer to his face. It’s an old photo, one taken shortly after God created the first few seraphim. You and God are both standing next to each other, arms around each other’s shoulders and leaning in close while the first seraphim all stand in between the two of you. Everyone is absolutely beaming, and God looks especially happy; so proud of his creations.

- Tears drop onto the photo as God remembers how things used to be back then, back when he was actually NEEDED by those around him and wasn’t just some brand figure who’s only job is to smile and wave. Even as he slowly sets the photo down, tears continue to fall and he holds his head in his hands. “…I’m sorry I’m so damn useless…Hopefully you’ll forgive me someday…Not that I deserve it though…I’m…so fucking sorry…” No one is there to hear God’s sobs, and eventually he passes out. He’d rather be dreaming of happier times anyway.

#damn this ended up being WAY longer than i intended #and with a bit of angst no less! #god isn’t a bad guy he’s just SUPER depressed and suffering an existential crisis #basically after creating the angelic beings he didn’t really have to do anything anymore #because the angels were able to create and think on their own #so there isn’t really anything for god to do now because the angels can do it themselves #with so much time on his hands he started questioning his existence and what he was even meant to do #he feels completely useless because he truly believes that if he isn’t constantly creating things then he has no purpose #he deals with this by holing up in his palace and drinking himself silly and getting high #he has not told you this primarily because he doesn’t know how #he’s much like his son lucifer in that he’s not great at discussing his feelings #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x death! reader #death reader #i like to imagine the seraphim have a group chat and sera just posts in it like ‘aunt d found out about the exorcisms. we’re all dead.’ #and it starts blowing up with everyone freaking out and trying to figure out wtf they’re gonna do #lucifer is preparing for the ass whooping you’re gonna give him

[fandomnerd9602]

Ok so Wednesday X DEATH Male Reader imagine reader is DEATH who has fallen in love and doesn't know what it is because his never experienced emotions before and his very blunt and doesn't understand things like sarcasm (also this DEATH is based off of DEATH from Discworld)

I've been alive for countless lifetimes. I've seen and guided numerous souls from this life to the next but yet I've recently encountered something I never thought I'd experience.

Over the centuries, I've seen multiple people experience it. Some even died because of it. But I've never experienced love. At least not until I met Wednesday Addams.

She was obsessed with me as much as I was becoming obsessed with her.

Wednesday's eyes could stare into mine and reflect more darkness than my own skull form eye sockets. But when I'm around her and her roommate Enid, I keep to my human form.

Her sense of humor alluded me. Something about sarcasm has always alluded me. I always found it to be a dagger that cuts the person wielding it more than it's intended target. But yet she wielded it beautifully.

"I never thought I could give my cold dead heart to someone" Wednesday whispers as she holds tight to my pitch black cloak.

"Life is a gift Wednesday" I whisper back. "You only have such limited time here. We will have eternity together. Please enjoy life in the ways I never can"

"Okay. But never leave me" my fingers comb through her black as night hair.

"I will always follow. The cold shiver down your spine or the shadow that moves just outside of eye line. I will be there."

For the first time in a long while, I saw her smile.

#wednesday #wednesday x reader #wednesday imagine #jenna ortega #death reader #wednesday addams #wednesday netflix #the addams family #addams family

[imagine-lcorp]

You Make a Fool of Death with your Beauty (One Shot)

A/N: Well, hello little beans, I know we’re now past the Halloween/Day of the Dead celebrations but of course I’m still posting this little piece of writing. Took me long enough but it is here. Inspired of course by my favorite band ever F&TM and one of my favorite books ever, Death with Intermitions by Jose Saramago, I decided to pull something nice, or at least I tried. Enjoy your reading! Lots of love to you my darlings.

Lena Luthor x Grim Reaper!R//Word Count: 3,124

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Always since the beginning of time, always since the beginning of life.

How you came to be was a mystery you had never cared to discover. The fact that you were, that you existed, that you had purpose, was enough.

You were alone, yes, but you needed no one. Or so you thought.

The first time you saw her, you hadn't pay much attention. She was still an infant, young and innocent enough that her eyes could catch a glimpse of the world beyond, and too inexperienced to understand the hardness of the life she was barely starting to live. Too young still to understand what and who you were, to truly understand why you had walked straight into the sea. The same way her mother had done moments before.

When you emerged from the water and, in an strange fashion that would be repeated someday, you had turned to look at green emerald eyes looking right back at you. Confusion, fear, and sadness had pooled in her eyes as she understood only you would come back to the shore.

There had been no pity, no remorse, no anguish in your heart for you had none.

However, and it was also a strange occurrence, part of you hoped you would see those green emerald eyes again in their final day, filled with something else entirely. You would see eyes that had seen the world and its wonders, and marveled at its beauty, carrying beautiful images instead of what they had witnessed in your presence.

You carried the soul of the mother away, disappearing from her sight until it was meant for you to return and see what had become of those green emerald eyes in, what you dare to hope again, would be a long long time.

Little did you know you would see them sooner than later.

Same jeweled eyes brimming with tears as she tried in vain to call for a young man whose life and destiny, you discovered later in the endless annals of the universe, could had been as brilliant as the stars above, were it not for the malice of his peers.

You had reached him in his final agony. When his body, invaded by his own creation, could not take the pressure and the pain.

If you had been able to pass judgement on his case, you would have mused how it did little good for mortals to play with such inventions. But you were no judge and thus could not pass such judgement on him or his life. So you waited patiently for him to take his last breath, taking his soul with ease when he was done, as he did not protest like many others.

You felt a string being pulled at the core of your being, after watching her silently cry as her heart was breaking for a second time. And again you hoped, as you crossed him to the light were all souls go, for those eyes to be filled with warmth.

It didn't take long for you to see them again. This time it was a boy that had brought you back to her.

Named after what many people believed to have been the first man ever created, he had tried to find a solution to his impeding problem.

You.

He had tried to help her. For his sake. For the sake of his dead brother. For the sake of humanity. Playing with an element brought to her from beyond the edge of their world, manipulating and experimenting with it's unknown nature. He had put himself under her scrutiny with the promise of a future, attempting to amend a mistake that wasn't his, trying to pay for a debt he thought was his.  

You loomed over him, witnessing  what could have been of him as a new ichor ran inside his veins, before his mortal body gave in. For the first time in all your existence, a sigh of disappointment escaped you and it was truly a strange thing to happen.

The boy's protest, that came after he understood the nature of his circumstances, pulled you back to the task at hand.

In a unique voice, only for him to hear and understand, you had spoken, explaining his time on this realm was over. There was no use in fighting the obvious. He stopped his complaints when he asked about his brother. If he could find him beyond the light, only he could discover it, you had said, and feeling braver than he had ever been before, he followed you.

You passed by her side as you walked with him. The light in her teary eyes had not changed and, if anything, they seemed darker. Like a wild forest before the dawn. So, you went, hoping the sun would reach and illuminate them before coming back for her.

Then, you saw her for a third time.

You had no heart, but if you had had one you would have felt nothing still for the man that was about to die.

Egocentric, ambitious, arrogant, ruthless. He was all this and more in his final moments. Not even your shadow, hanging like a promise over him, made him reconsider his last words. Words filled with bile and poison, ready to sting, revealing secrets which were not his own.

He protested, of course, when you pulled his soul out of his body, and you added the word annoying to the list of his faults. He asked many questions, none of them you answered. He had been a proud man in life and so he was even after finding himself in your presence, showing nothing but indignation when you remained silent. Whatever awaited for him on the other side you did not care, and his passing had been tedious unlike any other before.

Only after he crossed the light, you dared to look at her.

You had no heart but if you had had one it would have ached for her.

For her broken trust, for her broken heart. For all the things that would shatter, all what she would break before becoming whole again.

The forest was burning and you could do nothing to put it at ease.

What would you find in her eyes the next time, you wondered, feeling heavy as you marched.

However, the strangest thing came to pass some time after that. Destiny was rewritten, erasing his brother's name from your accounts. He came back from the light, as if nothing had happened, and the world was anew. But your job was the same and, for the first time, you seemed to enjoy the idea of detaching his soul from his body one more time.

She crossed you mind, making you wonder if this new world would bring her a new destiny. One that was more generous and kind for her, who had lost so much already.

You received your answer shortly after.

She was agonizing when you arrived at her side.

You observed, lingering closer to her as you waited, the way she finally came to terms with her end. She knew you were coming and this fact did not frighten her. Her last words were that of comfort and honesty as she opened her heart like she had never done before. She was satisfied and with a smile on her lips before she closed her eyes forever.

When she found herself face to face with you, she didn't tremble like many others before and, unlike her son, she did not argue. She welcomed the light, fearless and poised, ready to find what would come next.

And so, you realized, you had taken another mother from her. Not because you wanted it but because it was your duty. Something that, for another first time, didn't bring you contentment.

You stood behind for a moment longer after her mother had passed, turning to look at her.

Once again, green eyes were brimming with tears.

Unconsciously, you took a step towards her. The shadow of a hand passed along her cheek, trying to wipe out a single tear streaming down her face. But the tear followed its path and your touch, cold on her skin, only made her shiver.

You were of little comfort and it bothered you, prompting from you a sound you didn't even know you could make.  

Your little grunt startled her as she believed herself alone. It startled you too when green eyes turned sharply to look at you.

None of you said a word in the long moment that passed between you two. Both too surprised and confused to understand the nature of what was happening.

In her eyes you were still a shadow, faceless and phantasmal, but she still felt a speck of familiarity. An old memory resurfacing from the depths of her memory. An old ache reemerging from the bottom of her heart, which made the latest departure even harder. Her furrowed brows made you realize you had overstayed, long enough for her to actually perceive you.

As if suddenly remembering your responsibilities, you turned around and started to walk into the light. One step before reaching it, you stopped and lingered at its edge, not daring to take a step further.

There was something you wanted to say but you had no means of answering for you had no mouth. It was different when you talked with the dead. Your voice was meant for them and only for them, no need of lips or teeth or breath for them to understand you. At the other side of the veil it was that easy.

What did you wanted to say? You didn't know yet but you hoped you would know it in due time.

And so, the time came.

There's was magic in her blood. Magic so powerful it called for you.

You were pulled suddenly from the light and into a room illuminated by another kind of light, artificial and colder than the one you were used to, where an encrypted circle, with a language long forgotten, kept you confined.

"... and I summon you, Death, to do my biding." She exclaimed at the end of her chant with a strong voice.

"Who summons me?" You said with a hint of amusement that couldn't be noticed through the sound of a thousand voices coming from you. You had to admit it was quite the novelty.

"I'm Lena Luthor, and I shall be your master now." She declared.

"I have no master." You admitted. In all the millennia you had existed, there had been no one to answer to and you didn't think that was something that could be changed.

"I've bound you to this earth. If you wish to be freed, you must grant me my wish." She took a step towards you, a fierce look in her eyes.

Curiosity invaded you and you felt compelled to follow her little game.

"What is it that you desire?"

"I wish for my goddaughter to live." She declared and your surprise turned into concern and confusion.

"And what I'm supposed to do?"

"You won't take her life."

"I shall take her when it's time."

"You can't." She walked closer to the circle, desperation clear in her voice. "Not yet."

You didn't quite understand what was happening, so you reached beyond the veil, looking for answers.

A child was dying, fighting a strange sickness from a strange world. Her mothers couldn't do much and, even when a cure was in the process of being discovered, her diagnosis was not favorable. The little girl was suffering and the time to take her through the light was fast approaching.

"She's dying." You answered, feeling heavy once again.

Lena sighed. "You can't take her."

"I shall when it's time." You repeated.

"Haven't you taken enough already?" You saw her green eyes brimming again with tears as she raised her voice, and you felt a sting inside you.

"You think me responsible for their lives?" You asked.

"Who else then?" She brushed her tears before they could fall. "Tell me and I will summon them instead."

There was another sting, of something you couldn't quite pinpoint.

"You would do it just to save her?"

"I will." The fierceness in her voice never faltered.

"What do you offer me then?" You mused after a  moment.

"Offer?" She furrowed her brows. "I have bound you."

"You have summoned my presence and bound it to this circle. Only that. I'm everywhere, all the time. You cannot prevent me from fulfilling my work just like you cannot stop the wind from blowing." You explained. These rituals were almost fun but they rarely worked for those who performed them. However, this time you wanted it to work. "I will take her in due time but if you so wish I can delay my visit. But beware, this gift comes with a price."

"My life." She swallowed, standing her ground like she was ready to fight. "You can have my life."

She looked at you with no hesitation. You could almost imagine the gears in her mind working. She was considered one of the most intelligent people in the world but she wasn't mad enough to think she could deceive you. Only you were foolish enough to change the course of someone else's destiny, all because she had called to you.

"Then I will have it." You looked at her, with something new moving inside you. "Three days."

Her goddaughter didn't die, although she did suffer for a while longer. Her sickness had taken a hold of her, making her agonize in the days to come in which only you could have ended it, but you had promised you wouldn't come. In that last day, the cure had finally been crafted and tested with positive result.

The child lived and it was time to collect what you too had been promised.

"Lena Luthor." You called with your voice echoing in the walls of her apartment.

She had been sitting on the floor, writing over the coffee table of her living room. Waiting as she knew you would come.

"The child lives." You said matter-of-factly.

"Yes." You saw her shiver as she raised her head, trying to find your figure around. "And I guess you have come to collect what is yours."

"I have."

"Then, I'm ready." She raised from the floor,  looking around for you to look at.

She had prepared herself for that moment. During the three days that Esme had been ill, she had also tried to prepare everything before she had to depart. She had been signing her last will just before you had called. She didn't want to leave anything unsolved and, if she was going to leave with you that day, she was going to look at you in the eye with no fear.

"I'm ready." She repeated with a sigh, waiting for the inevitable.

"It's not your time." You answered, guessing where this was going.

She frowned. "You gave me three days for it."

"I gave the child three days, yes, in exchange for your life not your death. What use would I have for it if I had to take you with me?"

"You won't kill me."

"No."

"Then why are you here."

"Life." You said. "I wish to understand it."

"Understand life?"

"I've always been around." You said. "Never questioned my role and duty. Not once I've mourned those who parted, not once I've felt for them. Not once made deals with them."

"You made a deal with me." She kept looking for the source of your voice.

"I did." The echo of your voice reverberated in the room with strength. "I've seen you, Lena Luthor. Always been there at each of your goodbyes. I've seen what their loss has done to the light in your eyes, and I've wondered what it means."

"I don't think I can explain it." She mumbled.

"Try."

"It's not so easy." She said with a clearer voice. "Some things, to understand them, you need to experience them, live through them. You need to be...human."

When you didn't answer, she continued.

"We experience life mostly through our senses, our bodies. You would need one, at least, to barely scratch the surface of what it means to be alive."

"Then I shall get myself one." You finally answered.

Of all the things she had expected to happen, having to teach Death about its counterpart was not one of them. She didn't know if it was even possible. Would you change your mind if she failed?

Silence followed your conversation and Lena was left alone with her confusion, but not for long. The doorbell rang then, pulling her out of her thoughts. She walked to her door, a bit hesitant of what she might find behind it but she opened it nevertheless.

The face and the body she come to find standing in front of her was nothing like what she could have ever imagined.

Your eyes, real human eyes, finally looked into those emerald eyes looking right back, and the light in them seemed a bit brighter.

"It's you." She scanned you from head to toe, and it surprised her that the expression in your face was kind and expectant, as if you were already excited to be there.

"It's me." You said with a new voice, echoing with a single tone, and it surprised you how your new eyes perceived her.

It wasn't only the eyes but her brows, her forehead, her nose, her lips, her chin, her cheeks, her hair, and everything else, that made you want look at her and nothing else. You too had a mouth, lips, teeth, lungs to breath, but the words you had wanted to say were still far away from you.

So, you stood there for another moment until she asked the question that would start everything.

"How does it feel?"

"I..." It took a second for you to formulate your answer. "I feel."

For her, that was enough for a start.

"Then let's begin." She said stepping aside to let you in.

When you didn't, she figured out you weren't yet accustomed to such human interactions. So she took a steep closer to you, taking one of your hands and feeling it's warm finger around hers.

Suddenly,  your heart, the one you now had, pounded fast and hard. A new voice at the back of your new head appeared, whispering a new truth.

You would see those eyes filled with wonder, you would say the words that you wanted to say. All in due time as you learned what it meant to be alive.

And from that moment on, you didn't have to be alone.

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The stars hung in the night sky as if strung in the air by invisible strings. It was peaceful, with the occasional sound of crickets in the background as you walked away from

As soon as dinner was over, you immediately rushed away, unable to handle the congratulations from the many Madrigals.

Though Alma made great points as to why it should be you in charge of the ceremony, you couldn't help the small clouds of doubt that snuck into your head, telling you otherwise.

"Well, no use of stressing myself out over it. What's done is done," you told yourself, wrapping your cloak tighter around your figure.

As you walked down the dirt path to your home, the sight of a small candle flickering in the windowsill brought a smile to your face; it meant that your father was home.

You haven't seen him in a while—four months, to be exact. Your father was often away, traveling beyond the giant walls that sheltered the enchanted city from outside civilizations to trade.

Sometimes, his expeditions would last far longer than four months, so he must have decided to come back sooner rather than linger out there in the world.

With a quickened pace, you soon found yourself standing before the wooden door. Opening it, you were met with your father sitting in a chair near the crackling fireplace, staring down at something in his lap while your mother sat across from him, gently bouncing a small bundle in her arms.

At the sound of your entrance, your father looked up, a tired look on his face.

The second you blink, your mother is gone. Shaking your head, you turned to smile at your father. "Pápa, you're home."

Your father said nothing, only returning a small smile of his own before standing up to give you a hug.

As you reached your arms around him, you were able to catch a glimpse of the photograph that once held his attention before your arrival: it was a picture of your smiling mother.

"How have you been, muñequita? I haven't seen you in a while." Your father asked, pressing a loving kiss onto your forehead before releasing you to walk back over to the chair.

Following him, you set yourself down on the floor at his feet instead of the chair across from him.

"I've been okay, Pápa. The Madrigals have kept me company and well in your absence. How about you?" You stared up at him with a questioning stare, taking in his disheveled form.

"I've been great, muñequita," he responded, sending you a smile that never reached his eyes.

You wanted to argue against his answer; he looked far from great, with dark bags hanging underneath his eyes and sunken cheeks that showcased his cheekbones, but you held your tongue.

The next few moments were spent in peace as your father and you caught up with one another, the crackling of the fireplace adding to the calm atmosphere.

"So a little birdie told me that you'll have a leading role in this year's Día de Muertos. Is it true?"

You know that he knew that it was true; he just wanted to hear you admit it. "Yes, Pápa. Doña Alma made the announcement at dinner. Apparently, she thought it would be best if I'd taken control and hosted this year's ceremony because of my gift."

After listening to you give the explanation, your father held a hand to his chest, letting an exaggerated sigh leave his body. "Ah, to think, you'll be in charge of such an important event. My little girl has grown up so fast."

You suppressed an action eye roll at his dramatics: "Pápa, it's not that big of a deal."

"Sorry, sorry. I'm just so happy for you, Muñequita. I can't wait to see what you have in store. I'm sure you'll blow us all away," he said, standing up before giving your hair a small ruffle. "Well, I'm off to bed. Goodnight, muñequita."

"Pápa," you whined, moving away from his hands to pat down the now-messy strands.

He gave one more chuckle before walking away. Just as he exited the living room, he sent you one last look over his shoulder. "Your mother would be very proud of how far you've come, Y/N."

You felt a smile grow on your lips at the sincere look on your father's face as he told you this. "Goodnight, Pápa."

As soon as he was gone, you turned to watch the fireplace, knees folded to your chest.

"You know, your father's right. I am proud of you." Your head swiveled over to stare at your mother, who sat in a rocking chair, gently bouncing the small bundle held against her chest. "You've come so far."

"Thank you, Mamá," you said with a smile to the spirit.

Two years after being blessed with your gift, tragedy struck your family. Your mother, Jovena, died while prematurely giving birth to your younger brother, Arlo. Everyone in Encanto mourned for your family's losses. A mother, wife, and granddaughter were taken from this world, and a life was taken before it had the chance to live.

Your great-grandmother was so distraught by their deaths that she died a few months later, at the ripe age of 89, due to grief. Your small family had been shattered since their deaths, leaving only you and your father to try and piece it back together.

Ten years later, your father seemed to still be mourning your mother.

Despite having died, your mother still crosses the realms to watch over your father, with your great-grandmother, Francisca, coming to chat now and then. You even got visits from your paternal grandmother, Alejandra.

You were left baffled as to why your mother and paternal grandmothers were the only ones to cross over and visit, and not your maternal grandmother, Beatriz. She soon revealed that those of the Muertez lineage did not pass into the same realm as others after their deaths; instead, they were sent to a grey zone to work as helpers for the goddess of death, assisting lost souls to the afterlife as well as serving as guides for the gifted Muertezs in the living realm.

However, since the genocide of the Muertez line left you as the last one, you were assigned your mother as your guide. In the past decade, your mother has taught you a lot about your gift and what it entails.

She spoke of how each and every power gifted to the women of the Muertez line was as unique and different as a snowflake; yours was the only one that was a repeat of one from before.

Apparently, yours was a sort of anniversary gift, depicting the first-ever gift Santa Muerte had bestowed upon your family.

Getting up, your mother walked over to your seated form, crouching until you were facing one another. "My child," she sighed, gently cupping the side of your face and sending chills down your spine at the coldness that followed.

As she did this, you couldn't help but peek at the bundle in her arm; a wide pair of eyes stared right back at you, and the spirited baby's mouth pulled up into a gummy smile.

Whenever you saw Arlo's face, you felt your heart clench within your chest. Seeing him made you feel as if you were cheated by a little brother that could have been with you at this very moment, a little brother that would sleep in your arms as you sang the songs your mother sang to you as a child, but you couldn't because he wasn't truly here.

Sending Arlo a smile back, you look up into the face of your mother. "I love you, Mamá." As you spoke, the bottom of your lip trembled, your eyes misting with unshed tears. "I love you, Arlo. Goodnight."

Your mother sent a smile of your own back. "Goodnight, my child." And with that, she dispersed back to the other side with your brother in hand.

Standing up, you wiped away your tears and went to bed, preparing yourself for a new day.

Okay, let me just start off and say, I AM SO SORRY! I've been stuck so hard on writer's block and thought of lowkey scraping the whole book, but instead of doing that, I just went to write on other books, and it helped me get motivated. So once again, sorry for making you all wait for so long!

Also, I know that the chapter isn't so action-packed, but I just wanted to tie up loose ends once again. Yeah, sorry about killing off the mama and great-grandma. And your 'could have been' little brother, but oh well, I love the angst.

See you all at the next update!

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Death's Door

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙| 𝕬𝖔3]

Authors note: I decided after much deliberation to start posting all my fics on Tumblr again, and bring this old blog of mine out of cryostasis. As much as I love Ao3's post editor and whatnot, the lack of interaction with people kinda sucks.

Summary: After the Well of Souls, you'd become far closer friends with Karn, as much as Death absolutely hated it.

Relationships: Death/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Just Death being a crusty old git

Word Count: 8210

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The stone against your bottom was cold through your clothing, a winter’s chill hard on the weathered rock. But it was at just the right height to talk to Karn, who was leaning towards you with the utmost of interest. You’d normally feel under pressure with a gaze like that, but it was just the way he was, and you’d eventually gotten used to it. You hadn’t gotten used to this cold however, even through layers of gifted clothing still making you shiver. Winter in the Maker’s realm was intense and without their help you surely would’ve frozen right over.

Just another thing to thank them for, as if you didn’t owe them enough already. But they never cashed in, always just seeming grateful to help. The clothing they had given you fit perfectly and kept you far warmer than anything else had, along with making you feel like someone right out of a fantasy book. You’d be tempted to take a mountain trek and further enjoy the vibe, but there was no way you’d make it past the tree line with so many Makers wanting to keep an eye on you. You had far less mass than them, and they worried the cold could ravage your body quite quickly if you weren’t behind a wind break or close to a fire.

So when Karn saw a shiver run through your whole body he asked if you were cold, instantly on edge. One of his hands even raised slightly, stretched as if he was going to just grab you and take you right inside the Forge if you even so much as hinted at yes.

“I’m fineee, you all just worry to much. I'm not going to freeze over in five minutes.” You rubbed your mitten covered hands together and continued talking about what you had been seconds before. You tried your best to ignore Karn’s still noticeable look of concern, still scanning for any signs of you being uncomfortable. The Makers could be far to fussy for your liking.

“But please, you really think that I’d just say goodbye to you guys and never come see you again? I mean, I don’t even know if Death would let me come with him...” Karn brushed the back of his head and laughed as if agreeing with you, but it was blatantly obvious that was indeed what he had been thinking.

“And besides, of course I’d come back! I’d damn well overstay my welcome until you have to put a little poster at the front door that says ‘don’t let this human in’. You guys have been amazing friends, no way I'm just ditching you.” It relived Karn to hear the words from your own lips, dousing the fire in his heart that was quite worried you were going to just disappear. Many of the Makers had thought that, as they had all grown quite fond of you as made your rounds talking to everyone, making friends. They just weren’t as obvious about it as Karn, who was as open of a book as they came.

“You’d have to make a damn right fuss to have Thane do that! I mean I almost got Alya and Valus killed and he nae banned me yet…” Karn threw off the accidental morbidity of the sentence off with a laugh and a smile, content enough to if you were still laughing with him. You rubbed your hands back and forth again, breathing against the fabric trying to instill some more warmth in them.

“Maybe I’ll ditch the ol’ spoilsport and stay here; Take his bird for good measure. I mean, who knows what’ll happen?” Those final words down near sent Karn almost tumbling, overjoyed at the thought that you might consider staying permanently. Even if he hadn’t seem to realize it was largely a joke. He knew it was selfish, to care more that you would be closer to him and the other Makers, but he couldn’t help it.

You’d become particularly close friends with him, who despite the different in sheer number of years, was as youthful as you in personality. In a few weeks after your depressive slump you went from being acquaintances to nigh inseparable, the Maker following you like a ship’s anchor.

When Death had killed himself to save Humanity, to him it felt like seconds of dark. To you however, it had been weeks of unknown and confusion. You’d slumped around the Tri-Stone a wreck, devastated that the one stoic part of your life for what seemed like forever, had completely vanished. Even if that stoic part was a sarcastic, emotionally stunted, putrid corpse smelling Nephilim, he was your rock and his disappearance had hit you harder than any freight train ever could.

In that time you had been inconsolable, but Karn was constantly by your side, doing his damnedest. When you had eventually begun to heal he was the first one to do anything with you, and you wouldn’t be far off to call him your cheerleader. It bred an intense friendship, so much so that if a Maker needed Karn, they could just search for you, and vice versa.

But when Death had returned, it suddenly made friction where things had just been finally smoothing out.

As for The Reaper himself, he had returned only to see you more cheerful around someone your mental age and far less worn down by cynicism, closer to Karn than before he had left. It was one of the first times that Death actually felt something akin to disgruntlement or even jealousy in an uncountable number of years. He hated Karn, that he was a spontaneous mass of energy and would only serve to put you in more trouble.

And now you were even closer than before he had ‘died’, showing him smiles and whispering remarks that previously had only been reserved for him. It had only a temporary thing anyways, a maligned Death thought to himself the last time he had let this get the better of him. You’d previously been nervous of them and huddled behind his pale form, but now with so much time together, you and the Makers had all grown closer.

Great, he thought. He could finally once and for all ditch the human off on people who were at least slightly able to care for you in a way that wouldn’t get you killed. He now no longer had business left in the Maker’s realm, he could just cross this accursed place of the list and forget it existed.

But for some reason, he just couldn’t.

Something always just kept bringing him back, filled with excuses and waiting for moments where you weren’t looking up at some Maker with a cheery face, only to talk himself out of just going to you. If you spotted him however you’d race over, eager to see him again. He could never just walk over, almost as if their was some sort of force stopping him. It further confirmed your suspicions that Death felt, different, than before. He had never been the most inviting person to be around sure, that would be a massive understatement, but he’d always had just enough openings for you to try and wiggle your little way in. But now, he seemed so much more shut off than you had even remembered.

“Uhhh, ye’ freeze over?” You jolted out of your thoughtful streak with no small amount of movement, but Karn didn’t seem to notice. He was glancing over your body, and you beamed back.

“Nah not yet. Just feels like my face is getting smacked by all this wind.” You made a clicking sound with your cheek and looked around. “So, how long does this whole cold season thing last? I don’t mind a good winter but, this is a little to much for me.” Karn let out a boisterous laugh and threw another giant log onto the fire of the kiln, sending embers kicking up and out of the port. The best source of heat was inside, but you enjoyed the fresh air, so the Makers kept this kiln hot just in case.

“Oh, it’s gonna be awhile yet. Just wait until ye’ see the snow get so bad ye’ can’t see yer darn feet!” That, wasn’t to exciting to think about. But at least you had Alya and Valus’ hot forge to retreat to when needed, and a variable treasure trove of warm clothing. Even with all that however you couldn’t help but want a cup of hot chocolate or tea, just to bring the whole thing together. It was highly doubtful the Maker’s realm had any chocolate, but tea however… Maybe you could find something that might taste good if you talked to Muria.

“Geez, just try not to let me get blown away?” Karn enthusiastically reassured he would while you continued to speak.

“Say, you haven’t seen Muria around here have you? I wanna ask her something real quick. I have an idea that i think would be pretty neat.” That final sentence was one that Karn always loved to hear, as it would surely bring some sort of entertainment to the otherwise relatively boring, according to him, Tri-Stone. Grand ideas of adventure and splendor were quickly dashed however, when you simply mumbled about wanting to make something warm to drink, rather than search for relics.

Karn didn’t get many opportunities to go exploring with you, as Death had a watchful eye on your safety most of the time. He had all but banned your leaving of the forge without him. The Maker found it suffocating; And truthfully, wanted an opportunity to truly have you alone and show off. The Tri-Stone was fine sure, but he could always feel someone's eyes on his back, whether it be Death, Valus and Alya, or Thane.

Sure he’d made mistakes, a few big ones, but he wasn’t a child with a sword that needed watching. But then again, all the Makers treated you as if you were made of glass, and even Karn couldn’t help but agree.

But even a beautiful glass figurine like you couldn’t just stay in a display for the rest of your days, you needed freedom, breathing room.

“Karn?” The Maker stood upright, quickly turning his head and scanning for Muria. You stared at him concerned, but didn’t actually comment.

“I’m lookin’ for ‘er I’m lookin’!” He didn’t notice the Shaman, but someone else did catch his eye.

Death was coming into the Tri-Stone, wind attempting to displace him only to face an unmovable body. Before he could make any comment about not seeing Muria you turned your head to look as well, wind blowing your hair in every direction. You caught Death’s glance first, watching you huddled near the fire of the outdoor forge. Then he glanced upwards and noticed; You were with Karn.

Of course, you were with that damn Maker. Why did he ever expect otherwise. Part of him was almost tempted to just turn around and leave from whence he came, until you seemed to spot him. Karn knew what you’d do and gave you a smile and throw of a giant hand.

“Go say ‘ello to the Horsemen for me, will yah?” Now Karn had an acceptable out, you jogging over to Death as fast as you could while he could go back inside. Karn only watched for a moment, already not liking the feeling down his spine. Death’s glare was as cold as the grave, and Karn wasn’t fond of it in the slightest.

Back to the wind you hopped down the tall steps, holding onto your clothing. While the main paths were clear of snow everything else wasn’t and you seemed intent on taking the technically quickest path. Trudging through snow however quickly slowed you down, along with the sizable weight of your boots.

Death had never seen someone run at him with a smile, nor had he ever seen a human so swaddled to the ears in warm furs. You had so many on you’d almost lost your silhouette, a belt the only thing still defining your waist.

While it highlighted just how fragile you were, he also found it almost endearing. Especially when you almost tripped and fell from the thick snow, regretting not taking the cleared path. He would’ve met you half way, but the whole scenario was so oddly amusing he couldn’t find himself the will power to make the scene shorter. He stood firm, arms crossed, watching you hobble over.

You did eventually make it to him, standing in front and looking up with a small hop, as if you’d just accomplished some great ordeal.

“Phew, the snow is intense here.” Death looked down, orange eyes trained right on you. It was an intense stare, but you’d gotten used to it over your time with him. What he was thinking about you had nary a guess, brushing some of the stray snow flakes off your thighs.

“Indeed. Though it seems the Makers have quite well prepared you for it.” He noticed quite quickly you had even more furs on than the last time he’d seen you, including something to cover your ears and another scarf. And even with that, you were still noticeably shivering. Your nose was a bright red, sniffling.

“Yeah, they did a great job! Alya even made me a hat since my ears kept freezing.”

They clearly didn’t do well enough, if you’re still shivering.

Death’s eyes noticeably glanced around your form, watching your arms tucked close to your body. When he didn’t speak aloud, to busy in his own head, you brushed some snow from the top of your head and looked around.

“I was actually just about to ask Muria something. I was trying to see if I could make something from Ho-,” You stopped yourself. “Earth, but…” Another brush of chill pierced right through your clothing, sending a shiver right up your spine.

“It’s just so damn cold during the day, I can barely stand it! I need something warm to drink before my insides freeze over.” Death was either completely unaffected by the weather, or simply didn’t care if it did. Now that you thought about it, never once had you heard him complain about weather, nor ever seen him sweat or shiver. You'd never realized it before, but now you found yourself almost curious.

“It will only get colder as night falls.” Clearly speaking the obvious, you rolled your eyes jokingly at him. It was noticeable that Death’s mind seemed elsewhere, something you were familiar with during your times together. You’d just gotten used to it, the Horsemen’s head always having a million tabs open.

“Yeah well, I’ll eagerly await the nighttime then.” As if the air wasn’t cold enough, you didn’t like the idea of your body cracking under more intense shivering. “Not like I can stop it.” Death looked down towards you, eyes squinted.

“How marvelous, you’ve finally grasped the concept of time.” Death had that familiar wry, teasing tone to his voice, dragging off the final word to a rumble.

“And all thanks to your help, Death.” Your smile was wide, taking delight in the way he sighed and feigned disappointment in you. But there was still something distinctly off about him, more so than usual. He almost seemed to be looking over you, only glancing down when you walked forward. He never backed up, but you could see his shoulders tense.

Your scarf was the same color as Karn’s clothing; Death wondered if it was a gift.

“It’s cold. You’d do best to get back inside by the fire, before the chill finally gets to you.” Death didn’t have to much to say after that, and mostly resigned himself to leaving you, grabbing whatever thing he had made the excuse to need at the Tri-Stone, and then once again took his leave. It was abrupt, and left you standing with your arms tight trying to protect from the wind.

You watched him go without fanfare, and it foully reminded you of a few months earlier. In order to not dwell on sour memories, you decided to take shelter inside the Forge, eating some food and trying to have a chat with Alya. It had surprised her you were without Karn, until he made himself known only a few minutes later.

It seemed he either had applicable timing, or he had waited until you were out of eye-shot of the Horsemen before swooping in.

Karn would never consider himself a coward, and he’d have half a mind to pick a fight with the Horsemen, had you not be guaranteed to take a large issue with it. Your approval of him was worth it’s weight in gold, so he’d avoid trying to upset the Reaper anymore than usual; As tempting as the idea was.

“What did ol’ Death want?” Karn approached you from behind, looking down as you finished off whatever you had been munching on.

“Oh, I don’t quite know. He didn’t tell me.” You were smiling, but your voice had that same almost deflated sound it almost always had when Death left. Karn despised it, that the Reaper always left you in a worse mood after he left. Your friends should cheer you up, not sink you downward. But you always kept going back to Death, even if the Makers thought it not in your best interest.

Karn just so desperately wanted you to stop knocking on that door, knowing Death wasn’t going to answer.

“Ahh well, Death’s always a busy lot. Surely he has important… Reaper business to go about to.” The awkward sentence made you chuckle, watching Karn move to sit down beside you.

“Yeah, probably.” A corner of your mouth dropped slightly, looking around the Forge in thought.

Damn that Reaper, he didn’t deserve you fawning all over him when he kept leaving you like this. Why out of everyone, did you choose him?

“I’m probably gonna go to bed early tonight, if I keep it up out here I really do think I’m going to end up an icicle. Maybe my blankets will keep me warmer.” It was the perfect excuse to just spend some time alone, in sun slowly beginning its decent and bringing colder hours. Karn wouldn’t disagree with you getting some rest and warming up; But he didn’t like leaving you sad like this. Just as you began to slide of the step you’d made your temporary seat, Karn quickly jumped up. It startled you and forced you to jump backward, him quickly holding out his hands and apologizing before speaking his thought.

“How ‘bout tomorrow, we ask Muria and make that thing you wanted te’ make?” Face lighting up, it made Karn’s own smile grow wider.

“Sure! Sounds good to me! You can help me taste test and everything, if you want.” ‘If he wanted’; Karn almost scoffed. Of course he’d want to. He was already thinking about what wonderful things you were going to come up with as you walked off, waving goodbye as you went to huddle into bed. He couldn’t help the small bout of pride at having cheered you up, after Death had pulled you downward.

Karn spent the rest of the evening trotting around like the happiest Maker alive, excited for whatever you had planned for them tomorrow.

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You never would’ve guessed how different sleeping would be, with the dusk to dawn schedule and no technology to keep you awake. You could wake up almost instantly, sleep fulfilling and regulated.

But you’d gladly take the shit sleep back, if it meant be able to play little phone games and text friends. And with humanity still In a rabble trying to gather themselves back together, it would be another hot minute until that life was a reality again.

Slipping from the bed and shivering as your socked feet touched the stone floor, it was a dash to get shoes on and bundle back up. Even with no wind, it was still terribly cold, and part of you had hoped you’d just sleep endlessly until the weather was a little more, human friendly. With that an impossibility however, you fully clothed yourself and looked around, glancing at the knife on your little makeshift side table.

Death had given it to you, and though you needed it far less now, you’d never have the heart to part with it. It reminded you of him to much; a curved, ghostly blade with a dark handle, weathered from many years of use. You loved the damn thing, in all of its morbidity.

Death surely would’ve cursed your sentiment, against the idea of attachments and mementos. Even if you knew that there was an old weaved friendship bracelet you’d snuck around the handle of one of his scythes you know he's noticed, and he’d never once taken off.

Eyes leaving the blade you raced off out of your tiny room, in search of Karn and the end goal: Your tea. Muria would surely know what plants were at least edible, and you could both experiment from there.

Unless, the Makers already had invented their own tea? And this whole adventure of yours turned out to be a giant circle.

Either way you were still excited, almost ramming into one of Karn’s legs once you’d managed to locate him. Karn laughed and turned to look down at you, before reaching down.

“Slow down there! Someone might step on ye’ if ye’ ain’t careful!” Hopping into his hand then quickly to his shoulder you both took off, all the while you shrugged off his joking worry.

“Nah, don’t worry; I’m pretty good at dodging Maker boots by now.” Giving Karn a chuckle, the two of you managed to catch Muria by her garden, which was no where near as beautiful as it was during the warm months. But she still had plenty of persistent plants, that were still growing leaves somehow despite the weather. Maker realm plants were persistent, if anything.

“Hey Muria! I, we have a question, if you have a minute?” Muria turned from whatever had been previously occupying her, sitting it down before you had the chance to see what it was.

“Ahh, hello you two.” She glanced up towards you, a tiny smile on her face. “And what are the two of you up to this time, might I ask?” Karn turned a little sheepish, gesturing towards you.

“I’m trying to make a drink I remember from Earth; Do you happen to have any plants that, one might consider edible? Not that much could grow in this weather…” Muria chuckled and gestured a hand to a few of her garden boxes.

“You would be surprised how resilient some beings can be, even in the harshest weather. Yes, I might have a few that would fit your description.” That sent you clapping, happily thanking Muria. Karn contracted your joy as well, smiling wide and taking the few branches that she had deemed acceptable. They all looked ok enough, it was just a matter of if they tasted ok.

The spare forge outside would be the perfect place to conduct your experiment, gathering things you needed to boil water, and even a small cup. You didn’t have quite enough for Karn, but you vowed that once you had something that tasted good, you’d make one just for him. Not that he minded either way, as just enjoying the time with you was more than enough; Watching you fuss over boiling water, trying to make, well, whatever you had called this. He had honestly forgotten.

The first plant had tasted awful, the second, slightly better but unbearably sour. The third was even worse than the first, and you’d had a coughing fit from the vile taste. The fourth one however, had potential. You kept making more, testing and futzing around, Karn watching your hands work.

He wondered if this was normal, for humans to spend so much effort making things as simple as a drink. He thought it a little silly at first, but to see how much attention you gave to each taste test, he found himself actually quite eager to test human food.

“Do you think Muria would be mad if I asked her for more?” Your voice snapped Karn out of his thoughts instantly, looking down.

“Only one way to find out, right?” Karn was just about to storm on over, until he noticed Death, standing in the garden he was about to go to.

When had he gotten here? You two had been so distracted neither of you had noticed his arrival. Karn couldn’t keep the idea down, as guilty as it was, that maybe he could keep you busy enough to let Death leave.

“Yeah, we can go and-” Your voice trailed off, and Karn deflated. “Death?” Dammit, you’d noticed, watching the Reaper descend the steps downward and onto the main path out. Eyes locked on the reaper you watched him, standing firm in the wind. Death normally didn’t return so quickly, and a not small part of you was curious as to why. Karn watched you turn to look up at him, a smile on your face.

“I’ll be back in a second, ok? I’ll meet you back inside the Forge.” Leaning inward and breathing in some of the hot steam you sighed, warmed enough to venture away from the fire. Karn would wait inside the Forge for you, but he watched you raced towards Death, swinging your arms while running. He watched, even as Death glanced upwards at him.

Damn that Reaper.

Karn went inside, leaving you out alone in the cold for the time being. You caught up to him just as he was halfway down the main path, managing to get him to stop.

“Hey, you’re back awfully soon. You miss us?”

Us. Since when did you and the Makers become a group?

“Indeed, quite horribly.” Death was cut and dry, even more so than the last time. And you were no closer to figuring out why he was suddenly so despondent. This past week with him had just been awful, and you were trying desperately to patch up the cracks, if you couldn’t find the source.

Trying to figure something out about Death, you might as well have decided to bore a hole through a mountain. But you were still curious what brought him back so soon, even though he more than likely had things to do elsewhere. He was still a busy man, even after everything that had happened.

“So, what did you come back for? S’not like you travel with much anyways.” Death had glanced upward over your head, not noticing the way Karn’s gaze lingered on you before disappearing from view. It seemed the Maker had replaced him as your personal shadow, ever since he’d left you. Ever since he died. Now he kept talking himself out of coming here, throwing around excuses to not see you.

It was the closest Death had ever felt to cowardice, and he hated it. Despised that he could never just tell you how he felt, because it was absurd, pointless and fruitless. But he could never just leave, he had to keep coming back, just one more time.

Damn it all to Hell, he should’ve never let you get this close to him. He couldn’t get you out of his head anymore, the way you looked at him. Death snipped out a curt reply to your innocent question, hoping it would send you off. If he kept doing this, maybe you’d finally get sick of him, leave him for good.

But the feeling it kept making in his gut; He knew it was wrong. That he didn’t want you to.

“Is it common for humans to pry for every meaningless little detail?” You wiggled your nose, rolling your eyes at him.

“Am I not allowed to just ask? Can't fault me for being just a little bit curious.” You noticed him take in a deep breath, his eyes closing for a moment. Fingers rubbing together in your mittens you watched him seem far off, before suddenly starting to walk towards the entrance of the Tri-Stone again. You weren’t content to let him just leave like that again; You had a hard enough time already. It took a quick few paces for you to catch up with him, talking loudly over the wind whipping in your ears.

“Death?” When he didn’t answer, your face dropped significantly. What even was so different now? You didn’t remember doing anything to set him off, or was it something else bothering him?

Death sighed, barely even crooking his head to face you.

“And what, pray tell, is your problem this time?” you turned to face him, crossing your arms and staring up. You could see in his eyes he was quite irritated, squinted downward as if his brow was stuck furrowed.

“Can you at least quit ignoring me for five minutes?” When Death didn’t answer, you kicked the snow and attempted to round him and look him in the eyes. He turned away, looking straight forward and over your head.

“There is no need to throw a tantrum.”

When Death acts like this, it is absolutely infuriating. The complete shutdown, locked somewhere within himself. You didn’t know if it was something you said, he saw, he thought, or he remembered, as it was always a mystery. And it usually remained a mystery, until he finally opened back up just enough to his normal self again. Not that his normal self was that talkative either. You’d dealt with it enough already, and it was impossible to deal with, irritating to the point of near insanity.

Your hands outstretched and fingers curled, clearing your throat and looking up at him.

“Well you’re the one acting like a child and ignoring me!” Death finally looked directly down at you with clearly glaring eyes. He may give you far more leniency than others, but he had his limits.

“Behave, girl.” In any other situation, that sentence might’ve very well made you shiver. But Death kept walking forward despite the demand, you trailing just behind as you softly grumbled a ‘make me’. And before you could even realize it, he had his hand cupping your jaw pushing your cheeks upward.

“It would be wise, not to taunt me.” You’d try your best to remain stern but those eyes were like ice, staring down at you from behind the bone mask. You tried your best to keep a stern face but Death could see it cracking, watching your eyes flicker around his face. Your fingers flexed in your mittens, wanting to hold onto something but unable to.

“If you just told me what I did wrong so I can fix it, I wouldn’t have to!”

For a second, Death faltered. You thought this was your fault? While you weren’t incorrect this involved you, it was by nothing of your conscious making.

Death was simply, desiring something where he had no right to.

You were a bright young Human with the world before them, he had no right to tell you who you should show favoritism to. Or that you should only spend your time with a someone like him. He hated that no matter how hard he beat down his emotions, they just seemed to come right back up again like determined weeds, weaving themselves through the cracks. He let go of your face and turned around again.

“You are not at fault.” Death turned his face from you again, closing one eye. “Now end this pointless talk.” Death was stoic, cutting off any hope of communication in moments. Hands bunching up into fists tight enough to leave little dents on your palm, you pursed your lips and breathed harshly. Unable to hold it in any longer you were so frustrated, sick of this. You couldn’t solve anything with Death and your frustrations just kept bottling up, unable to escape and just pressing tighter and tighter against the lid.

“Ughh! Goddammit!”

Your sudden aggressiveness did get Death to turn his attention to you, seeing your face bright red and fuming. One arm raised up and for a split second you look more than ready to give Death a good wallop right on the bicep, but you threw your arms right back at your sides and stormed off instead. He watched your feet attempt to bore holes into the ground as they stomped, hands tugging and ripping at your clothing in anger.

Why you didn’t hit him remained a mystery to Death, watching as you disappeared. He would’ve let you, in a rare moment, not as if it would’ve hurt him in the slightest. Physically, at least. But the fact that you cared enough about him to hold it back, Death thought maybe you might’ve-

No. He wasn’t going to find things where there wasn’t any. Any human would know better than to try and pick a fight with the Grim Reaper. That would be his excuse, ignoring the uncountable other times you’d mocked his speech, bit back at his sarcasm, or even gave him a playful smack on the chest without even the slightest hint of fear.

Standing in the middle of the Tri-Stone like a statue Death suddenly felt out of place, the wind blowing his hair in all directions. He’d get nagged by every Maker here if he let you run off and hurt yourself, might as well go drag you back.

Or he could just go get Karn to do it, as you quite seemed to prefer him now.

Growling into the wind only heard by himself he turned around on a heel, almost throwing his body around, shoulders tight. It would eat at the back of his mind for hours if he didn’t just grab you and throw you back to the Makers, if only to just keep them off his back. But he wouldn’t trust Karn with your safety in the slightest, not after all he’s seen the Maker muck up. What you saw in him confounded Death, but he refused to admit it jealousy.

Stomping down the path he passed no Maker, thankful that each step was free of harassment until he saw Thane in the same spot as always. Guarding the front of the Tri-Stone, and using the training dummies to keep himself busy. He’d have to pass the Maker in order to leave, outside to the meadow where you were probably hiding.

In reality he had only stopped for a few moments, but it was enough to steel his will and sigh, beginning to walk again and turn as soon as possible to make his way up the stone steps. But right as his left foot hit the first step...

“Ahh, so what’d ye do this time Horsemen?” Stopping his mindless thrashing the minute the Horsemen was in earshot he spoke, amused from seeing him bristle. Thane put one hand on his hip and stared downwards, an unmistakable knowing smirk on his face. Death continued to look forward almost frozen, until he bit the inside of his cheek underneath the mask and creaked his head to look towards the Maker.

“And what do you assume I am at fault for? I am fairly busy, it’s sometimes hard to keep track.” Thane either didn’t notice or straight up ignored Death’s sarcastic bite, pointing behind him. Death’s voice was coated in venom, but Thane wasn’t the type to care.

“You sent the girl right up in a tizzy there not a moment ago, stormed right on by without so much a hello. Looked mighty red in the face, if ye ask me.” Death sighed and rolled his eyes, mask moving with his face.

“Many things make the girl upset. I’ve quite lost count of them.” Thane didn’t have much of any patience, especially for Death.

“Not much makes the wee’ thing fumin’ to tears, that’s for sure.” Thane threw a hard stare. “Cept’ fer you.” Another huff of breath, signature for the Reaper, and he crossed his arms. Since when was every Maker here suddenly the expert on Humanity; On you? He was the one who’d brought you here, he was the one who you’d spent the most time with, and-

Wait.

You had cried because of him?

Death closed his eyes for a moment. You’d shouldn’t have wasted the effort.

“I find it hard to believe a human would cry over something quite pointless.” Thane was a Maker of few words, and it was tempting to use his preferred method of problem solving on Death as well. But he held back, if not for the grinding of his teeth. Thane found your infatuation with the Reaper a bad decision, as to him, all that Death seemed to do was leave you in tears and alone. Not that Karn was a better option in his eyes, but at least the Maker had yet to make you cry. That he knew of.

“Horsemen, that damned girl gets so worked up over you nae anyone can calm ‘er down. When you went and offed yourself, her heart damn near broke in two. Not a Maker here was able to make ‘er not shuffle around like you’d taken her soul with you. Who are you to tell her who she’s suppost’a worry about?” Thane crossed his arms tight, before making a hard jerk of his head in the direction you’d fled to. That was the most he'd spoken in quite a long time.

“If I was ye, I’d go apologizin’. Ye ain’t gonna find a better lass than her.” Death let out a one note chuckle, left fingers tight against the hilt of one of his scythes. If it was a neck, it would’ve well been wrung by this point.

“Well yes, humans have been in a rare commodity until quite recently.” Thane shook his head and let out a laugh. It bristled Death quite the wrong way, and if it weren’t for the fact he was in the Tri-Stone, he might’ve done something more aggressive in response.

“Ye might think you’re all smart trying to say all that, but we ain’t stupid. It’s obvious ye care about the girl far more than just makin’ sure she ain’t hurtin’ herself.” Taking his one foot off the step he turned to look fully at the Maker, not content with letting people assume anything about him.

Even if they, weren’t incorrect.

“I do not take kindly to you just making wayward assumptions.” Thane’s head tilt gestured to the partly opened door and by extent, the area beyond it.

“It’s an open field with not a creature in sight, ye have no reason to go after her other than that ye want to, Horsemen.” Death could feel his body tense, neck and shoulders tight enough that he felt the like the muscles could almost rip.

Death hated this. Hated feeling like this. That his emotions were visible to others, and not deep within that rusted, multi-chained lockbox he calls a heart.

“Watch your tongue, Maker.” Thane just smiled, showing sharp tusks behind his lips. It was a taunting one, Death knew well.

“Right right, my apologies. The ‘ol noggin just got knocked in to many times, that’s all.” Death could hear the sarcasm coating Thane’s sentence, downright almost begging the Reaper to try and refute his claim. Which would inevitably start a fight. Death stayed silent, and began his walk again up the steps again. Thane kept quiet, but could hear the heavy sound of the Reaper’s boots before they faded out of earshot, leaving the Tri-Stone.

But now outside you weren’t instantly visible, the meadow looking almost barren.

“Dust.” The crow appeared from almost nowhere, landing on Death’s shoulder with a thud and responding caw. It was shrill in his ear, Death nodding outwards towards the meadow.

“Find the girl, will you?” The lazy bird quite well did as he was told, for once, instantly taking flight and having Death follow not long behind. The beat of Dust’s feathers kicked up powdered snow right into the wind, blowing it westward.

Dust ended up taking him eastward, just to the edge of the where the meadow ended and Baneswood began. That seemed to be as far as you felt safe going, teetering just on the edge of the wilds. There was many things in the that forest that could make easy work of you, so it was smart to stay towards the clearing. He could see your back hunched over, poking a stick into the snow as you sat on a fallen tree. It was just something to occupy your hand while you thought, the wind blowing little snowflakes onto your shoulders.

However when there was a shrill caw and your hair whipped around from the flapping of wings, you gasped as Dust moved to sit on your lap.

“Dust! How’s my favorite crow?” He warbled in response, fluffing up and sitting content on the expanse of your thighs. Death would’ve normally scolded him for being so lazy, but it never seemed to sink in. Quickly you dropped the stick you’d been preoccupied with, abandoning it for the eager bird.

“I was unaware you knew other crows than Dust.” Turning to look over your left shoulder and see Death standing behind you, you struggled to smile with pursed lips.

“Gotta puff up his ego just a little to keep him happy, right?” The mitten of your right hand sunk beneath black feathers, scratching against bumpy flesh and earning a delighted shiver from the bird. Death was surprised you were attempting to be amicable, after how angry you appeared. Strife and Fury couldn’t manage that much, and they were legions older than you. Death made no attempt to come closer, until you looked away from him.

“Sorry for, yelling like that.” Death almost laughed. You were apologizing? He had just gotten ‘scolded’ on the way out to see you that he should.

But then again, you seemed to just give them out like candy, as he’d gotten more sincere ‘I'm sorry’s’ just from you than he had in an uncountable number of years.

Not quite content to have a conversation with the back of your head Death finally moved, sitting down beside you with no small amount of awkwardness. Dust opened a single eye to glare at his master, before closing it again when he realized he was safe for the time being. His head further dug into your stomach, body wiggling to slip further into the comfortable dip between your pressed together thighs. The giant crow took up most of your lap, but you didn’t mind in the slightest.

“You are on thin ice, bird.” Damn the Crowfather for giving him the laziest bird of the bunch, content to sit on the lap of the first willing participant. Death knew you were aware the giant bird happily ate carrion, but you still cooed at the damn thing like it was a child.

Death could have a knife to his throat and would still never say he was jealous; However, he wouldn’t be displeased if you kicked the bird right off your lap and into the snowbank.

Hand continuing to love on the giant bird Death’s face looked mostly forward, eyes watching you. You were busying yourself by playing with Dust but he could see your eyes glance over to him for a second, expectant. You were hoping he would continue the conversation in some way. But Death just continued to watch you pet his crow, silent.

You didn’t even want an apology, why was it suddenly like his mouth was chained shut?

Just say something to her.

He opened his mouth for a second. But, he just couldn’t get out the words. Death sighed and looked down at his feet, seeing how they sunk into the thick snow.

“Come back to the Tri-Stone, will you? You are going to freeze over.” You were shivering clear as day, the shelter of the treeline not doing much to prevent the icy wind. When he stood back up, you made no move that would hint you were going to follow. Scarf whipping in the wind he looked down on you, feeling his eyes on you again.

“Are you deaf, girl?”

“No, I can hear you just fine.” Death stared down at you, feeling it on your shoulders. He seemed hard intent on bringing you back to the Tri-Stone, now that you’d been fetched.

“Then let us go. Before you get ill.” Blowing hot air through your nose forming a steam cloud, you looked up at Death. Your nose wrinkled looking up and him, the wind whipping your hair around and framing your face.

“Oh, so you can care about my well being, but god forbid I do about you?” Your anger seemed to almost melt away, looking down at Dust. “I do care about you, you know. Even though you don't seem to want it.” Why were you, out of all the beings he’d met, so damn determined about him? Even War never cared so blatantly about him, so unafraid to show it, like you were. He sat back down awkwardly beside you.

“I do not require a human to worry over me.” Judging by your tensed hands and frustrated growl, that was quite clearly not the response you’d wanted. You turned your upper body towards him and threw your hands outward, yelling up at him.

“Goddammit Death! Can’t you please just let someone love you, for once!?” He stared at you, and even with you learning to tell from just his eyes his expression, this one was particularly hard to read.

It was almost like he was looking through you, lost in thought.

Putting a hand on his shoulder Death turned to look at you with a small amount of surprise, only able to see his eyes for a split second before you closed your own, and pressed your lips against the exposed area of his cheek.

It was the only option left you could think of, if he kept throwing your words to the wayside thinking they were meaningless.

Leaning back, your lips almost tingled from the feeling. You’d felt his skin against your hands before, but this was a profoundly different experience. He always had cooled skin other than after intense fighting, but the winter had made it almost feel like ice.

"Please just, stop ignoring me."

Were all humans so profoundly absent of self preservation? Death sighed.

“You certainly aren’t the wisest of your species.” You just smiled, wringing your wrist in your hand.

“Well, that wasn’t a no…” Death sighed. It looked like he was going to pinch the bridge of his nose, but simply rubbed against his mask with his palm instead.

“Indeed it was not. How awfully astute.” Now that you were far brighter, smiling and ruffling at Dust’s feathers, he rose up again.

“Now, up. Go back to the Tri-Stone before you freeze over.” You pursed your lips into a pout and got up off the log, holding Dust in your arms not unlike a baby. That bird was like putty in your hands, and Death wouldn’t forget to scold him for this.

“What, do you suddenly need someone to attend your return?” His eyes glanced towards the general area behind the two of you, towards the Tri-Stone. “You seemed to get out here just fine.” Death snapped his fingers and Dust started to rustle, forcing you to let go as he took off to the air. You blew a raspberry watching the crow fly off, before stepping closer to Death.

“Can I not enjoy a nice walk back with you?” You moved to wrap your arms around his, but loose enough that he could wretch it from you if he wished. He didn’t, but sure did he complain about it.

“I change my mind. It was a no.” Suddenly letting go of his arm, you started trotting forward through the snow, away from him on the path back.

“Fine then! Race you back!” Death’s significant height advantage meant that his fast walking steps were competitive in speed to your jog, able to keep up a slight ways behind you. Having snow up past your ankles on the ground didn’t help with your speed either, as it was hard to lug around boots covered in thick, sticky snow.

Until you tripped on a hidden rock, falling face first into the snow. Death let out sigh that shook his ribs, catching up with you as you started getting up. Grasping the back of your coat and lifting you to your feet, You felt a large hand on your head. He shook the snow from your hair, not missing the way one finger pulled a few strands from against your forehead. He assumed your were apologizing or laughing at yourself, but he couldn’t quite make it out, distracted by your eyes. They looked so, unbelievably happy. Dust suddenly landed on your shoulder and almost sent you toppling back downward, only saved by your hand grasping at his arm.

He could afford to be selfish just this one time.

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Death's annoyer. (GN reader)

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Summary: you are death, there is no easy way to describe your nature, your entire existence revolves around the passing of the living and making sure it gets done. Sure, when you get bored or in one of your merciful moods, you slack a little and a life gets some more time to kill before...you end It, no, don't make that joke....or for them to get help and no, you were also not talking about the QiQi incident, what are zombies?

It's a lonesome...life? But it's calm and you like It well enough, now, If that f*cking Outlander just stopped with his magical reviving fried eggs your work would be way easier.

Pairing: (SLIGHTLY ) Aether x reader

(Is more of a self discovery trip that was inspired by rage and curiosity Aether causes you, but you're also dense to the fact people don't Go around calling strangers handsome Knight for s*its and giggles.)

Warnings: violence ( burns, broken bones are aluded, poping ears) and death are discussed in this oneshot.

Spoilers: for Mondstadt, Liyue Archons Quest.

Soooo.....Have you guys heard CG5 music, "DEATH"? Is about DreamWorks newest concept of death incarnate of a Wolf in the new pussy in bots movie, that I know everyone knows, because ,god, so many thirst and shipping. Which, I absolutely love even If I don't exactly get It, I just like to see everyone having fun in their fandoms. 😅

You are a reaper and this is just basically you slowly losing your mind with the reviving mechanics of geishin. You are chill in the start and is slowly going down the unhinged hill, because this is my mood now so gather around for my TED talk.

*cof* *cof*....

Local reaper goes human mode and touches grass.

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DAY 1.

Dvalin was poisoned, a pity, such majestic beast commanded like a plaything in a weird game of power. You undestand the -what was her title again? - outlander stuck in your home, Khaenri'ah was...a loaded time, EVEN for you and you were death in its purest form! Your whole thing was guiding the living in the best way possible and still, If you used any form other than being a thing of raw energy to do the reaping ,your stomachs would roll in itself.

However, you didn't play a part, life does its thing and you do yours, If They brought powerful beings into existence and they decide to end others, your job were comforting the...losing side. The little guy, and - If karma works. - reap the power in the root when They no longer play their part in life's game, the cycle that always end with you. Hey! You didn't always got to laugh and irony would always get a chuckle out of you, for how much life's spectacle confuses you and you prefer to avoid It, They could construct clever plot twists.

DAY 30.

Another Outlander.

Twin to that princess - you finally caught on how she calls herself! -, and just as full of surprises of all other outlanders, seriously! Can't Teyvat get a nice and chill visitor just enjoying some vacation?

This one seems more benevolent, at least, fitting the role of hero perfectly: shine and long hair, soft spoken yet fierce and ready to jump into action when needed, dashing even If he's marked by lasting scars, he even got the companion who kept his things for him! Still, his sister was also like that at the start.... though her companion has way bigger and...rugged looking than his fairy like child/eons old kid.

He was helping Dvalin in the end and that was enough for you, you always had a soft spot for that big softie, its enourmous heart made of meat, but could fool anyone into thinking It was gold instead. If They could look past the humongous part of his... everything, especially the teeth and and claws. Such protective dragon, It saddened you to see him being played like a fiddle and be turned against the very thing It wanted so desperately to protect - that was an irony in itself, one that didn't make you laugh.

DAY 40.

Okay, what the f*ck?!

Blondie was sent flying down in Dvalin's den, you are sure! You Saw!

It was kinda dumb, poor thing had been thrown like a ragdool to the thousand winds to devour and sure, you were kinda of slacking again, but! You could justify It!

Such lovely fight!

Like a scene out off a children's book when the knight and their friends are losing but win in the last second with the power of friendship! You know, without the dying part.

Just! No one seemed to notice the flying blond Guy going straight to his end! Not even a teeny tiny twitch or a shout of "NO!" like every other dramatic death you reaped, no no no no ... Red, overworked, fairy and drunkard didn't need to, because blondie just...POP!

BACK INTO EXISTENCE! COMPLETE FINE INSTEAD OF TURNING PANCAKE SHAPE. WTF!?!

HOW?!

DAY 45.

It was been five days, five days of following blond hero, supposed to be dead blond hero. Being sincere, you were luck to be able to hold a shadow form, that existed purely of energy, because It would be creepy as Celestia for any other form you could copy to insistenly follow them, no matter how mesmorizing "honorary Knight" could be...or How against the law of everything you are he could bend, f*uck!

Eyes in the game!

Did he have some hidden power? Some odd, ancient, powerful item??

You hope to Celestia and back It was just a one time thing...

Well, he was still in Mondstadt, you had some more time to spare for this topic, right?

....right?

50 DAYS.

Okay! Okay... Everything was going way to fast!

Princess and hero fighting against each other, twins of opposing sides, could It be a ying and yang thing? With a mystery of who is who!

The hero was extremely quiet, emitting a sadness not even your untangible form could not feel too, but f*uck this! He is going to Liyue and you still haven't discovered which thing he uses to avoid you!

A hilichurl go a little crazy with a shield and takes him to a lovely yet extremely painful little walk? Thats Fine! He can eat an egg and everything is fine!

A teammate of his is burnt off by an abyssmal mage? EGG!

A slime pushes him a little too far while he is too close to the far end of a cliff? He can use his paraglide, but If he isn't fast enough, WHO CARES?! IT'S NOT LIKE HE CAN DIE! HE EATS A F*CKING EGG!

Maybe...maybe It was the egg?

60 DAYS.

You've been following him and his companion, not blinking, not resting, not breathing nor looking away, a shadow shadowing a hero like his on shadow. Wow, too many shadows being thrown around, BUT, while boring, you finally have seen.

He didn't seen to choose a especific bird, any seemed to do the job just fine as long as It laid eggs, still, you follow and keep a sharp eye for the most robust and lively bird he picks from. The one you don't feel the pull yet, solely a child of life enjoying the ripe of Its youth, and absolutely ready to lay equally lively children, that...ok, you just needed to test! One egg would be enough! It could keep its offspring after you solved this mystery.

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Time has come, he picked the eggs of a beautiful and lovely dove, big and chubby and ,most important, healthy.

After reflecting for a long time while following the hero, you've decided to pick It for adoption, carry It as your own little companion If you will! And you would also pick your human form so you may care for It to the best of your abilities.

After waiting till the hero crossed Liyue's borders, under your watchful gaze, till he's just a blonde faraway point, you turn. Your shadows slowly form a body, human, something that resembles life and still, resounding an aurea that stinks of death. Fragile, extremely fragile body, which you so forgetful forgot.

Cries, pleads and shouts fills your ears, images of the ill, the hurt and the desperate fills your eyes, your skin feels every tear and stab and bruise of those waiting for you. Everything it's too much!

The dead screams!

Pleads for time and the end of It, begs for the clock to stop and rush at the same time, for another chance of life, but for the mercy to let the pain end. "DAYS! Too many days!" - They screech.

Your ears pop, the pain so great your knees tremble and bend, your stomach spasms and, EVEN as empty as It is at the moment, you vomit. Burning sensation rises up your throat, a cought tries to open passage for air for your lungs and It causes you to choke in spit and the acid of your gut. Everything, EVERYTHING ,hurts, just like all the souls you left hanging while in your obssessive Quest for the truth and with just a painful ringing to keep you company,you faint.

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65 DAYS.

Sooo....you came to the conclusion that holding an obssession wasn't ideal, thus you decided your shadow form should be kept away for now. It's been too long, too long since you used any other "Alive" shape, you obviously didn't notice How long with how powerful and distant from life's essence It were.

Which brings you to your current problem, it's been so long since you were really interested in anything and the moment something caught your eyes...you forgot about the souls that rely on you. They considered luck to be left alone for some moments, time to work on things before passing for real, but soon the pain of a spirit losing itself came for them...and you were the reason

Forget It, you could rely in your human body, be in touch with life's creations and do your f*cking job right! Even If It was overwhelmed easily and got hungry, tired and dirty fast.

Also...catching the dove was harder than you thought.

What? You could be responsible...and you felt kinda lonely not having the omnipotence of your previuosly form...

80 DAYS.

TIM! Your big Dove's name! ❤️

It took some days, but you finally got It to warm up to you! Sure, making Tim move here and there to keep up with your work and the journey of the hero wasn't easy, It didn't like much, but you give It everything It wants to make It comfortable. You even dressed for the winter so your skin won't touch theirs, not corrupting its life.

That also made a Celestia of an experiment, who knew the human body could faint because of the heat? And that Liyue's heat is a nighmare?

But It is also cool diving in the ocean, It is fun hiking in the rocks, It is delicious to taste the cuisine and experience the freshness from drinking the juices of different fruits, it's awesome letting the less bitter souls give you bits of advice about places and things you should do because They had loved to do when the could and actually getting to do It! Overall, passing as a human isn't going that bad... Though the weather could be a little kinder.

90 DAYS.

Tim is taking its sweet time to lay another egg, it's kinda boring, but you mean...Liyue had a false body fall from the sky and the fatui were getting a little too comfortable with going around killing people these days in the region, everyone was freaking out, so It may have stressed It. You also didn't make It any easier by observing Tim like a hawk, poor thing must think you want to eat it.

....Ooops.

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It made you kinda anxious, but Tim needs its privacy to do its things and you aren't feeling the pull for It yet, so you decide its safe to let It be while you go fetch a soul in Huaguang Stone Forest. Beautiful place, its a pity it's so diffucult to reach any of Its peaks in a human body, still work calls and you can't exactly afford to let them waiting for long, so your obssession turned journey of discovered has to have some exceptions of when you can enter in touch with your powers. Although...

Your body dissolves in energy, losing the human form and gently making its bones into some type of jelly before bending them, slowly organs reform, hair puffies before fusing in sections to gain new color and designs, making Itself into feathers, your eyesight expands and languidly, oh so calmly, you aren't a human, but a hawk. Its techinically a loophole in the rules you set for your trip, keeping a corporal body that's also in touch with life's creations while being way faster than going by human feet.

Oohhhh, you are so smart!

You shake your new body, ruffling your wings to see how big the were and to get the feeling of It, you haven't flew in so long using wings! You fling yourself to the sky to get altitude, higher and higher, the wind blows and the rays of moonlight that passes the clouds shines like the purest of silver in this cloudy night.

When you almost reach the clouds, you drop.

It feels exciting! The closest thing you think you can compare to what humans call being alive - and you actually got to meet with life and feel their energy!

With a sharp and loud screech, you start your way to Huaguang Stone Forest for real.

**💀**

It took some time - and what beautiful time It took, such marvelous sights! -, but you reach your goal and roll to the ground when you land, your newly body doing the closest sound It can to a snicker even If the sound isn't actually hawk like. Your laugh echos in a weird melody of species with the goop sound your organs and bones do as They shift, rearrange.

After many minutes go by, a human lay where the strange hawk stod, gasping in laughter with an undoubtedly humane tone. Maybe with some snorts close to that of a pig, but human like altogether in the end.

You left your winter clothes behind, Tim had been sleeping in them and you haven't had the need to touch It so you didn't feel the need to bring with you...also, a hawk can't exactly fly with clothes hanging in its body - not human clothes, at least.

So...stolen clothes would do!

You slowly stand up, the grass your naked skin touched losing its vibrance, yet It is still alive, having the shell of meat in human form do work in keeping you aura at bay. Even If It still has influence in weaker beings or strong ones, If for exposure in prolonged time. You hope you won't have to engage in combat for clothes...

As If nature Itself heard you, multiple bodies appear in your path. Knocked out, you aren't that tone deaf to steal from the dead...at least, not while they are still around, but from life?! Ooohhhh!! It's fair game! If you don't leave them naked, humans don't like naked for what your experience has to say...

You walk around the sleeping, It feels like shopping! Maybe you should invest in a pouch for the shine rocks or golden coins humans use for trade to keep with you, maybe you ...sho-should you leave something for what you take? Is this some type of shopping?

Hugh....humans and their social rules! Why do they have so many?!

... whatever, picking the fatui's coat that appealed more to you, you focus on following the stench of the dead. Which...is a strangely convenient coincidence that the trail of knocked out people also lead to the same way.

Is your new child a fighter?! This trip was getting more and more entertaining by the second! Can they tell their tales to you??

Maybe They liked to travel! Seeing Liyue trouthg the eyes of a human was nothing like experiencing trouthg an overpowered shadow form, you couldn't wait to see other regions! But your trip kept you close to the blond who seemed to atract problems, so you had to settle in Liyue and tales by mouth to mouth would have to suffice for now.

With a spring in your step, you jump fatui and treasure hoarders alike, all in the arms of sleep trouthg a good beating. Maybe your child is a wanderer. Maybe They were in a rough patch in their life and turned to the treasure hoarders. Maybe They were vigilantes!

Countless 'maybe's fly trouthg your head, many 'what if's forming would be scenarios. Which would have made you pass your goal If not for angry screams resounding the hollow trees, a smile form in your lips, "peek a boo, I found you" you whisper gently.

Your steps don't make any sound, and in teory It would be 'whatever', as young humans put It, but the back that greeted you were very much alive and talking to a not so much alive ghost. A ghost who is starting to look very angry, very fast.

"no ~ no ~ no!!! ~ This is unfair!! ~ I'm the adventurer!"

"Not so much anymore, hehe, but you can still explore the afterlife!" - the girl(?), long pigtails individual, said amiably. Twisting and turning a red, fiery looking polearm this and that way in a distracted manner.

"do you think you're funny?! ~ do you think you're better because you could take that low lifes dow?!"

"Maybe a little bit" - pigtails say with a shrug, which wow! That lithe and small person could cause a havoc! And either They are obvious or have some guts in them!

Your child is looking more and more furious by the second! Red smoke distorcing the figure their soul is trying hold, closest It can to their previous shell. One day and a half isn't enough to let them completely lose It, but still...at least you now know their anger seems to be the thing keeping them stuck at the mortal plane.

"i Will show you funny ~"

The second They shift, you jump from behind the trees. That phrase is never a good sign...

"Wait, wait, come back, my child!" - you extend your arms to the fading spirit, yet its all in vain as they don't even acknowledge you.

Which isn't the case to pigtails...

"Oh! Hello, there stranger!" - pigtails cheerfully says before taking a defensive stand, keeping you behind her as a protector would. "Haven't you ever heard of stranger danger, silly?"

"Well, have you, young lad?" - you put your hands in your waist, now that you're closer you feel the stronger pull of youth coming from pigtails. They are definitely a briliant being,the pryo inside them ravages like a beast and yet, the smell of your natural perfume clings to them. Death is a part of their nature...however, life shines through them? What the Celestial f*ck?...

"fast comeback, but oh! So unoriginal, odd stranger, I'm not the one looking like a step away from passing beyond the veil, you better take better care of your healthy," - she spares a second to lightly pat your cheek while giving you a big smile, almost makes you feel like you are the youngester here. - "Or not! But before going down remember to appoint wangshu funeral parlor for the service!" - she winks before looking ahead once again. Straightening her back and readjusting her hold on the spear.

Wangshu funeral parlor?...OH!! How could you forget your little helpers of Liyue? There isn't many people that admire your job like that family do!Ah! This must be the 77° now, Tao or something, carrying your message of harmony....wait a minute....wait a damn minute!

"Hey! What are you insinuating?! I'm stronger and healthier than you!" - looking a step away from passing?! Your human body is fine!

She is silent for a second, before slowly turning her head.

She surveys your apparence, head to toe, though It feels almost like she is just doing this to entertain you... "Sure" - a pitiful smile graces her face.

...

The audacity of this girl!! Uhhhgg!!

The earth quakes, loud sounds of machinery clicking and clacking, starting an engine that should've settled long ago. Also completelly silencing your 'Uhg!', which, 'wow, okay' , couldn't It come when you weren't expressing How infuriating this girl was in a very human like manner?! If you can't use the human sounds to express yourself in their grunting language than why did you even learn in the first place?!

The robot rises and in heavy footsteps approaches you two. So the soul is a fighter after all, If only It didn't want to fight you...

Before you can sight in exasperation, Tao dissapear in a flash of pyro butterflies, going direct to the thing's head. Being sincere, you would be more annoyed at the way people interrupt you in one of the few chances you have to show how much you learnt of the grunting art If not for how fierce the butterflies attack the giant, before the teen appears to give it some taste of her spear.

Haha, you have seen butterflies drink the blood of corpses, but this was another level! You can only stare!

This girl had some spunk! Or...anger issues, but whatever! This was a great fight and If she won, your job would be done! A wounded pride can do wonders to one of your children when trowning tantrums about not wanting to join you.

You sit back, a smile tugs your lips, that is until she purposely stops. Just stops, staring the robot as If a giant fist isn't heading straight to her stomach!

And straight into It goes, you can't even approache before she is flung to your feet! You swear you hear a sick clack of breaking bones.

The giant jumps and, as impressive as It is to see that the sack of heavy machinery can actually jump and pretty high at that, you know is planning to use your skulls as landing marks. You are death, but you aren't a masochist!

You catch the girl by the armpits and drags her back. The thing lands - right in front of you two. -, dust rises. Okay, this is It, this naughty child has had it's fun, but is time to settle down now.

You embrace the girl with one of your arms - is time to protect her as she tried to do to you, also show you aren't at death's door! That doesn't even make sense, what door? And How would you be at your own door knocking?! - and raises an arm to the things leg. Touching it's knee, you feel it's essence being sucked into your palm, you look at it's eye - red laser pointing diretcly at your chest, the missils almost ready to fly no doubt- , still you try to put some comfort through your eyes to your child, "Is time to go-

A hellfire explodes in your arm, ironically, is not the arm touching the robot, no, is the one holding the girl. A ghost, butterflies, all engulfed in pryo, embers so high and bright and so, so hot!You let go, your body flings Itself away. Letting go of both the mechanical body as the human you were holding.

And yet, for as far as you went in your desperation and pain, an enourmous fist comes crashing into your side - the one who isn't on fire, as If the peeling skin isn't enough. Stars explodes behind your eyes, burning pain erupts everywhere - even your brain seems to be boiling. Hearing a girlish shout as the last thing echoing in your ears, you once again faint to an extreme amount of pain since your first day of being human. How long did you last since then?

At least, this time, your ears didn't pop ...

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Well, this is It for now. The idea started with something, but It just ran wild to where It wanted to go. Please, warn me If something is odd...english isn't my first language and If someone wants to be a beta reader It would be cool too.

Anyway, I am a very slow writer, my determination goes all over the place and my inspiration often decides to take vacations on me, so...enjoy the thing I could squeeze out of the juices my brain been marinating. I hope you guys like! Next chapter I'm sure we will be meeting Qiqi and Baizhu!

Good day my lovelies, remember to drink water, Granny loves y'll!!

#geishin impact platonic #geishin impact x reader #geishin impact Aether x reader #death reader #i swear i had a plan originally #the idea just went wild and decided to ignore #you are literally in love with being alive #geishin x you #geishin impact x you

[eruden-writes]

Brainstorm - Part 1 (NaNoWriMo)

(I gave up on NaNo rather early... >_> Which I kind of expected I'd do. Focusing on one story is so difficult for me.)

Summary: Novella von Ella wants to fall in love, but she wants it to be unexpected. She wants to feel the warm fuzzies and be swept off her feet. She wants to be surprised and overwhelmed.

Which is easier said than done with her powers.

As a Creator, a Storyteller to be precise, Novella can read, sense, and - to an extent - manipulate the story of reality. Whatever she does just must contribute to a good story. She tends to limit her ‘stories’ to personal affairs and small business ventures. Easy, small stories. Preferably with romance involved, but not necessary.

One Springtide festival, the Queen convinces Novella to play a matchmaking game, which ends with her paired with an amiable elven diplomat from Bloque. He is handsome, considerate, and everything she could want in a match.

However, her potential suitor isn’t the only pursuit getting underway. A Death Reader has come to town, claiming to be there to witness her end.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Very few things called for exuberant celebration while a country was clutched in the hands of wartime. However, the annual Springtide Celebration seemed to shatter the dismal humors of the empire. Many had traveled, from near and far, to experience the week-long carnival in the streets. By foot, by horse, by carriage, or other conveyances. Which showed in the streets outside the city square, as the lanes became bloated with residents and tourists alike.

Street performers danced and played instruments as crowds flocked the streets that had been cordoned off from vehicle traffic. Every so often, the flow of bodies would shift as an event or competition began or ended.

New faces hawked goods or food from stalls in the street. Regular storefronts, not to be outdone by the interlopers, had their doors and windows decorated in springtime flower wreaths or bright vibrant colors. One could barely turn without seeing a sign for ‘Springtide Sales.’

Novella strolled along the town square, enjoying the temporary invigoration of the community. It was a welcome diversion after so many years of political tension - and now outright war - with the neighboring country of Dedlinea.

“Good morn, Lady Storyteller!” Mrs. Nichols, the baker, called from the open door of her shop.

Novella softly smiled at the baker, adjusting her course to intercept them. “Good morn to you, as well. Any new specials?”

“Got a cherry almond muffin, pink fer the springtide.” Mrs. Nichols grinned broadly, holding the bakery’s door open for Novella as she entered.

The yeasty scent of breads and muffins, along with more delicate sugary treats, enveloped Novella as she entered. In front of her, laid out in rows and trays on counters, were the fruits - er… breads - of Mrs. Nichols’ and her assistants’ early morning work. Hearty grain-filled breads, filled and unfilled croissants, smaller versions of large loaves, and the litany of muffins, cupcakes, and pastries. Novella could almost feel the cozy heat that wafted from them, upon first leaving the oven. Flanking the door at a distance, there were a few others eating at small tables located around the front.

“That sounds delicious!” Novella reached for her coin purse in her bag, making her way to the purchasing counter. “How much?”

As the baker made her way to the counter, behind which sat a number of delectable baked goods, she hummed in consideration. Novella followed her, her lips quirked in a curious smile. When someone had to think about the price, that usually meant they wanted a trade from her.

Mrs. Nichols did not disappoint Novella’s intuition. “How’s ‘bout a trade instead, Madame Storyteller?”

“Oh?” Not an uncommon request. Those who didn’t have money to spare often requested to pay in goods, which Novella accepted. She had been given a number of wonderful things in payment. From small baubles to her current occupation as the court’s Storyteller.

“I’ll give you…” Mrs. Nichols waved her hand, trying to come up with a fair price. “Oh, half a dozen muffins fer a reading?”

“A reading for what, exactly?” Novella raised her eyebrows, curious to know what Mrs. Nichols could even wish to know. Her business did remarkably well and her marriage was a happy one, as far as Novella knew.

At that question, Mrs. Nichols’s cheery demeanor dimmed a little. From beneath her shirt, she withdrew a locket. It had been a gift from Rye Nichols, the baker’s son. Novella pressed her lips together, realizing she should have known sooner.

“My sonny boy. Y’know he got drafted a coupla weeks back,” the baker sighed, unaware Novella had already figured out the reason for her request.

Many able-bodied residents of Wip had been wrangled into the forces, long before the war officially began. The army had certainly been draining the populace of the strong, capable, younger generation.

Novella didn’t have much to worry about in that regard. Though healthy and within the eighteen-to-forty recruitment range, she had the added benefit of being part of the King’s court. Specifically as Queen Damselle’s Storyteller.

Rye Nichols was a gentle giant sort, though. That mere fact made Novella’s heart twinge with an ache. War would not be kind to him.

“A full reading will take time…” Novella winced, scratching the side of her cheek as she considered her options. Generally, her patrons gave her time to complete a full story. Usually three to five days. The muffins wouldn’t last that long and making a worried mother wait didn’t feel right to Novella, either.

There was another way, though. Offering Mrs. Nichols a smile, Novella suggested as she held up three fingers, “How about a quick outline for three muffins?”

“Alright, I just wanna know if he’ll return in one piece and be all right in the head,” said the older woman as she gathered three separate muffins, wrapping two in cloth and providing a plate for the last one.

Novella offered Mrs. Nichols an encouraging smile before collecting her treats and going to sit at a table, tucked away into a corner. From her large bag, she withdrew her tools: a sheaf of paper, a steel pen, and an inkwell.

Around her, curious whispers ballooned around her as inquisitive eyes flicker to her. Another common occurrence. Interested parties, realizing she was the Storyteller, observing her work. In the beginning, such reactions made her self-conscious. Now, not so much. Though the heat of awkwardness still sank heavily in her stomach.

As Novella wrote, she nibbled at her muffin, saving the other two for later, and sipped at a mug of tea she had bought from Mrs. Nichols. Every so often, she’d pause from scrawling on the paper. Her eyes would close, though those watching saw the faint glow behind her eyelids and at her hands. She’d continue writing, before opening her eyes and finishing the segment she was working on.

A little over an hour later, Novella looked over her work. She skimmed some lines, double-checking she hadn’t misspelled anything or her word choice didn’t give the wrong impression. For a quick outline, it passed.

Novella collected her tools, placing them carefully in her bag, before standing and approaching the counter once more.

“There are two paths that feel the most likely,” she explained as Mrs. Nichols rushed to where Novella placed the papers. “If you peel these papers apart, you may send one to Rye, if you like.”

Novella demonstrated the bit of ingenious magic, which wasn’t truly magic but simply something created by the dwarves and alchemists of the city, but pulling her copy from the other two pages. Novella always kept a copy for herself. Sometimes, it would verify her readings correct. Other times, she needed something in case court was held and she was a witness or, heavens forbid, a defendant.

“Thank you kindly, ma’am!” Mrs. Nichols accepted the paper with a wide grin on her ruddy face.

With a nod and a smile, Novella turned and left the bakery, throwing a parting wave to Mrs. Nichols. The worried mother was already reading the outline, brow pinched. Her image disappeared behind the closing door as Novella turned back to the street.

Back in direct sun, Novella tried to shake off the residual grime of peering into such a dreadful setting. War. With its training and tears and trenches. The ghostly wail of war planes above, the bone-shuddering booms of explosives, the screams and sobs and desperation.

She liked to keep her stories light and personal. Preferably in the romance genre, but there were many other questions to be had by others. Though, even those had become rife with wartime dressing in the recent months. It was impossible to escape.

“My darling Novella, there you are!” A grand blue carriage, ornamented in gold, pulled up alongside the Storyteller, a woman’s blonde head poking out of the window.

With a rushed curtsy, Novella greeted her friend, trying to ignore the bug-eyed curious stares of those around them. “Queen Damselle, what an honor.”

“Wait right there!” The woman’s head disappeared back into the carriage and, after much shuffling, the head - and the attached body - exited the vehicle with help from a footman.

Queen Damselle Campion-Light always cut such a fine figure among the nobility, she looked positively resplendent while on the streets. Dressed in a voluminous light blue dress which matched her eyes and paired with a large hat of similar coloration, she was a bit of clear sky drawn down from the heavens. Her golden curls appeared all the more vibrant against the contrasting colors.

“Have you been seeking me, my queen?” Novella smiled softly at Damselle, her head inclined a little with curiosity.

“Yes, yes!” She grasped Novella by the shoulders, a huge smile on her own painted lips. “I heard there is a matchmaking game to be held today as part of the festivities and I thought of you!”

Something in Novella dropped at the Queen’s words. She blinked uncomprehendingly, though a smile still tilted at her lips. “Matchmaking?”

Pulling away from Novella, the queen pressed her hands to her own chest as she leaned closer. “You mentioned having trouble finding a stimulating romance.”

“I wouldn’t put it that way,” Novella gasped, a flush threatening to spill over her cheeks. Glancing around, potential eavesdroppers were hurriedly walking away, hands to their lips as if to hide smiles.

“Before I lose you to my wife’s frippery, perhaps you will help me for a moment.” From inside the carriage, King Gastun Light leaned out and beckoned Novella inside.

After casting a look to Queen Damselle - who waved her away, saying she wanted to explore the wares of a nearby vendor - Novella climbed into the carriage with the king. Half-aware, she noticed a couple guards, stationed behind the carriage, peel away to keep an eye on Her Majesty. As Novella settled into her seat, the vehicle pulled from the curb.

It was commonplace for the King to prefer movement, rather than discussing at a standstill.

“What may I be of assistance with, Your Majesty?” She guessed he might ask what to get his wife for her upcoming birthday. Or perhaps asking for a reading for a yet-announced betrothal for Prince Sentinel.

He turned shrewd green eyes on her, though a pleasant smile curled beneath his reddish beard. She tried to ease under his attention, but it was always difficult. Novella simply chalked it up to him being a king, an authority over everyone and everything around her. She couldn’t help but feel there was another sensation, making her bones shiver.

“I was hoping to get your opinion on a battle strategy.” King Gastun leaned his elbows onto his knees, lacing his fingers together in front of his mouth. Serious, somber, hopeful. Novella caught a glimpse of a litany of feelings within the man’s eyes.

Carefully, Novella schooled her reaction. Though she had never been on the receiving end of the king’s ire, she didn’t want to start now. Which was always a concern, whenever he toed the line of her own rules.

Folding her own hands in her lap and sitting straighter, Novella pressed her lips firmly together before speaking. Her quiet voice took on a firm edge as she asked, “My opinion or a reading?”

King Gastun flashed her a charming smile, one which eased many diplomats and visiting nobles in the past. The firm set of his shoulders, even hunched over as he was, eased at being found out. “Yes, I suppose I mean a reading.”

“You know my rules, my liege.” Novella’s face tensed, a stern expression hardening her features. The king had attempted to sway her guidelines in the past, to varying degrees of determination. She just hoped this was one of those times he’d back down easily. “I only read for personal inquiries or small business ventures. Nothing political, including military movements.”

“Ah, but this is personal!” King Gastun smiled broadly, as if he had figured out the solution to a particularly troublesome riddle. Sitting straighter, his hands moved as if ti illustrate his words. “If I fail our empire, my family will bear the brunt of retaliation.”

Untrue, Novella thought to herself as she pressed her lips tightly together. Many less-fortunate had already suffered and will continue to suffer after the war commenced. A number of common-folk had been drafted for the trenches and, spidering from those, many more were affected. Parents missing children; children missing parents; fiancees missing lovers; friends being parted.

Novella’s heart ached, considering how many were already affected. Their stories needled at her thoughts, desiring attention, but she shook them away. She just couldn’t deal with that. There was a reason for her rules.

Instead of voicing this observation, Novella simply shook her head. “I’m sorry. I will not budge on this decision.”

There was a long moment where the king simply stared at her. An uncomfortable heat clawed up her back, like a cat making a scratching post of her flesh. The discomfort ticked higher as King Gastun sighed. Thankfully, he only leaned back in his seat, casting a rueful smile at her. A little verve drained from his now-softened tone. “Quite alright. I just thought it was worth an attempt.”

“I understand.” Weakly, Novella smiled at the man, knowing full well he’d do anything for his family and his country. More the former than the latter, though. Could she fault him for his continual requests to break her own rules? Perhaps, but that felt unfair.

As long as he respected her boundaries, Novella had no problem with the occasional attempt, she supposed.

“In that case,” King Gastun slapped his knees as he leaned forward once more. A sparkle glinted in his eye. For a brief moment, caught by those eyes, Novella could almost forget this was a man spearheading a war. “May I ask what I should get as a gift for my wife? I have it narrowed down to three options.”

Her shoulders slumped with relief, the strain whooshing from her very soul.

“Yes, I can help with that.” Novella eased, back on the familiar footing. She had done this sort of reading - determining what gift would illicit the most desired effect - many times for a number of clients, including the king.

Queen Damselle loved getting any kind of gift, quite frankly. In all honesty, Novella often found it difficult to discern which gift would bring about the most joy.

The fact the king was so concerned, double-checking his choosings, was actually very sweet. Of course, he could have afforded to give her everything he chose. Once, Novella mentioned this to him, and he chuckled, saying the unchosen gifts would grace Her Majesty on days she needed something to brighten the spirit. Again, rather sweet of him, Novella thought.

As King Gastun described the items, Novella let the waves of the world’s energy wash over her. Slowly, images of the gifts took root and she could clearly picture Queen Damselle in each piece.

A delighted Damselle showing her new amethyst earrings off at a royal luncheon. The other ladies in attendance fawning over her.

Damselle throwing herself at King Gastun in an embrace, an overjoyed smile on her lips as the red necklace glistened at her throat. Happy tears glisten in her eyes as the king swings her around in exaltation.

Oddly, Damselle appeared less exuberant, toying with a large sapphire ring as she sat in her room. Alone.

Something seemed off in her last vision, but Novella couldn’t quite put her finger on it. It did not matter, in the end, she supposed. As she opened her eyes, the images dissipated. The insides of the carriage came back into focus, her eyes instantly catching King Gastun’s intense look.

“The ruby necklace.” Novella smiled at him, her hands still clasped firmly in her lap. “I saw great joy from that choice.”

“How interesting…” Gastun muttered to himself as he thoughtfully stroked his beard. In their momentary lull, the rattle of the carriage and the muffled strains of a violin squeezed into the small space. .

She wasn’t sure how interesting such a conclusion was. Queen Damselle was fond of jewelry of any sort. “How so?”

“Oh!” The King looked up at her, as if his thoughts had been a hundred miles away. For a second, his expression was reminiscent of a child caught with his hand in a cookie jar, but that quickly passed as a warm smile twisted under his beard. “It’s just interesting, since she usually prefers blue sapphires.”

“Oh, yes. That is true!” Her thoughts lolled over the various shades of blue Damselle often enjoyed donning. From periwinkle to sky to lush navy. The amount of blue she wore often far exceeded red and Novella was willing to bet her jewelry casks showed that same pattern. “Sometimes, something unexpected freshens the day!”

“That it does, that it does.” King Gastun nodded at her words, as if she had said something rather profound than particularly obvious. It was at that moment, Novella felt the lurch of the carriage slow. It wasn’t long after that observation that the vehicle stopped entirely and the door opened. “Thank you, Storyteller.”

“My pleasure, Your Majesty,” intoned Novella, as she had many times before. Though something squirmed in her thoughts. Something she thought she should realize. With a shake of her head, she shrugged it off as nerves. The king, as kind and fair as he was, always made her skin itch with uncertainty. It was simply the sheer authority he exuded.

When her feet finally hit cobbles again, Queen Damselle was there to intercept her. Novella’s eyes were still trying to adjust from the dark interior of the carriage to the brightened streets. The Queen laced her fingers around Novella’s elbow with firm determination. “Now that my stuffy husband is done with you, you simply must go to this matchmaking event!”

#writing #nanowrimo 2022 #nanowrimo #fantasy #novella #death reader #brainstorm

[toruslvt]

Mafia boss Sukuna “accidentally” getting his worse enemy’s daughter pregnant.

expanded here 𖹭

#𐙚 ⁞ a little death. #jjk sukuna smut #sukuna smut #sukuna ryomen x reader #sukuna ryomen smut #sukuna x reader #jjk sukuna #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader smut

[tytarax]

Dance of the Damned (Little surprise)

I'm still working on the second chapter. But below, I bring you some information about how the character of death, _____, works in my Hazbin Hotel fanfic. I hope you enjoy it.

Powers:

Soul Harvesting: The primary ability of Death is to collect the souls of the deceased and guide them to their final destination, whether it be Heaven or Hell.

Invisibility and Ubiquity: She can move almost invisible between the living, being noticeable in the sight of people who are close to dying or only as a warning.

Universal Knowledge: She has complete knowledge of the life of every living being and the ability to see past and future events related to death.

Manipulation of Life Energy: She can manipulate life energy, either to strengthen or weaken living beings or even to grant a second chance to those seeking redemption (something that you will eventually see in the story).

General Operation:

Universal Balance: Death works in harmony with cosmic forces to maintain a balance between life and death in the universe.

Guidance and Counseling: In addition to harvesting souls, Death can act as a counselor for those crossing the threshold, offering guidance or assessing their actions in life. She does that mostly with animals.

Post Mortem Judgment: Death can conduct judgments to determine the final fate of souls, based on their actions and choices in life. (At least in this fanfic)

Interaction with Other Supernatural Beings (Obviously): She can interact with other supernatural entities, such as angels, demons, and even God, to maintain stability in the world of the occult.

Limitations:

Higher Decisions: Although she has power over death, there may be limitations imposed by higher forces, such as God. She can only act when a being is about to die or when it has already died. In very rare cases, God gives her the authority to kill someone who is in good health.

Cosmic Laws: Death must adhere to certain cosmic laws or rules governing the process of life and death, preventing her from abusing her powers.

Inability to Change the Past: Despite her knowledge, Death may be unable to change past events or alter the natural course of time.

Emotions and Compassion: Despite her nature, Death might be affected by emotions and have compassion for certain individuals, complicating their work.

Negotiations with Powerful Beings: Some souls might be protected or negotiated for by powerful beings, limiting Death's ability to make final decisions in certain cases.

Here's a drawing of how I imagine her, naturally, you can imagine here as you like.

I was inspired by a drawing I had made a long time ago personifying death. I'm way too lazy to draw her more Hazbin Hotel-ish.

Chapter 1

@lofasofabread

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #lucifer #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer #alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin alastor #hazbin lucifer #fanfic #fem reader #death reader #Alastor x reader #lucifer x reader #charlie morningstar #vaggie hazbin hotel #angel dust #hazbin hotel fanfiction

[fandomnerd9602]

May I request a Male death reader x Wednesday Addams

Y/N, Death, approaches Wednesday…

Y/N: I’ve had my eye on you for a long time now, Addams

Wednesday: I’ve been obsessed with you for as long as I could remember

Y/N: I wish you would join me for all eternity

Wednesday: only after my heart stops beating, then it’s freely yours as it was meant to be

Y/N: some day, cara mia. live your life the way you wish. My cold heart will be waiting for yours.

Wednesday: until then, mon cher

#wednesday x reader #wednesday x you #wednesday netflix #wednesday #wednesday imagine #jenna ortega #death #death reader

[winxanity-ii]

⌜Tactus Mortis | Chapter 02 Chapter 02 | el muerto⌟

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The Casa Madrigal was alive with joy and excitement as the youngest member of the family, Camilo, received his gift from Casita.

"I'm so proud of you, mi pequeñito," Pepa exclaimed, showering her son with kisses and tears as a small rain cloud formed over her head.

"Mamá," Camilo whined, his face flushing with embarrassment.

Unable to let go of her son, Pepa continued to smother him with affection until Camilo turned to his father for help.

"Pápa," he pouted, reaching out towards Félix for rescue.

Chuckling, Félix walked over and effortlessly lifted Camilo from Pepa's tight grip with one hand. "That's enough, mi vida. Give the boy some space," he smiled, placing Camilo back on the ground to run off and play.

Pepa's eyes welled up with tears, "If I let him go, he'll grow up and leave me," she cried, her thundercloud releasing a small boom before showering her in rainwater.

"Shoo, shoo." Félix gently coaxed the clouds away, "It's okay to feel sad, Pepa. Camilo is growing up, but that's a natural part of life."

Pepa buried her head in her husband's shoulder, pulling at the ends of her hair in frustration. "I know, but it's hard to let go."

"Take your time, mi vida. You'll feel better soon," Félix reassured her.

"I know," Pepa sighed before her eyes sparkled with a mischievous idea. "Do you want to have another child!?"

Félix was taken aback, his eyes widening comically as he choked on his own breath. Before he could respond, a tall, dark-skinned man burst into Casita with a look of worry etched on his face.

"What's wrong, José?" a blonde woman asked, stepping towards the anxious man.

"There are people coming down the trail! Someone has entered Encanto!" José exclaimed, his voice filled with urgency.

The news sparked a wave of panic throughout the house.

"It's not possible! No one can enter!"

"Do you think he made a mistake?"

"What if they're the bad people!?"

"It can't be. We haven't seen any sign of them in over forty years." A voice boomed over the commotion, silencing the crowd. "Enough!" All eyes turned to the head of the Madrigal family, Alma Madrigal, as she made her way down the steps with a commanding presence.

Alma approached José with determination, her every step exuding purpose. "Is what you said true, José?" she demanded, her tone conveying the seriousness of the situation.

"Yes, Doña Alma," he replied, his own face etched with concern.

Without hesitation, Alma called out for her third eldest grandchild. "Dolores, please come here. We need your assistance."

With footsteps as quiet as a mouse, Dolores Madrigal deftly weaved through the crowd to stand before her. Dolores needed no explanation as she tilted her head to the side, humming softly before relaying her findings. "There are four people traveling here in an old wagon pulled by a donkey. Three of them are adults, while one is a child. I believe the child is sick by the sound of coughs and snivels I'm hearing, and that one of the three adults is elderly by the sound of joints popping."

Alma thanked Dolores with a smile before turning to her eldest child and daughter, Julieta. "Julieta, please have food on standby and ensure that the guest rooms are in order."

Julieta immediately nodded and set about making the necessary preparations, but there were some in the room who were shocked by Alma's decision. "Doña Alma, you can't be serious! You're allowing strangers to come, even going as far as to offer them hospitality in Casita?" One person spoke up from the crowd, their voice filled with disbelief.

But Alma only smiled serenely in response. "Of course I am," she stated firmly, making her way toward the door. "Only one person in the outside world would know the way into Encanto." As she opened the door, the sound of a creamy wagon stopped outside the house, drawing everyone's attention.

Some of the onlookers peered curiously around Alma to get a glimpse of who had arrived. They saw a middle-aged man assisting an elderly woman out of the wagon.

"Abuela Francisca!" Alma exclaimed upon recognizing the elderly woman, who playfully smacked the man on the arm.

Francisca turned around, her face lighting up upon seeing Alma. "Alma, my little mija," she greeted warmly.

The two women met halfway, embracing each other with happy chuckles and tears of joy.

Alma's eyes widened in surprise as she met the young couple's gaze. "And who might these young ones be?"

Francisca limped over to the couple, beaming with pride. "This is my granddaughter-in-law, Jovena," she introduced, pointing a wrinkled finger at the woman. She then shifted her finger towards the man, "and my grandson, Miguel."

Alma's expression softened with fondness at the mention of Miguel's name. "Miguel?" she said with a hint of disbelief. "Do you mean he's...?"

Francisca nodded, confirming Alma's suspicion. "Yes, he's Alejandra's little boy."

Alma's heart swelled with emotion at the thought of seeing her best friend's son after so many years. She walked over to Miguel, smiling at him. "Hello, Miguel. I'm Alma. I was your mother's best friend."

Miguel's face turned stiff as he forced a smile. "I know. My abuelita has told me a lot about you," he replied, clearly holding back his emotions.

Alma could sense that something was amiss and her smile faltered slightly.

Francisca noticed Alma's expression and quickly interjected, "As much as I would love to spend time catching up, mija, we have urgent business to attend to."

Alma nodded in agreement, understanding the need for urgency. "Of course. Please bring the child inside. We've already prepared a room for her."

The couple's faces filled with shock at her words. "How did you knowㅡ"

"Ah, I see Casita has blessed your family with many more gifts," Francisca said, cutting off Jovena's question as she walked into the house. "Miguel, go get my bisnieta. The quicker she gets help, the better she'll be. I'll meet you in the room."

Nodding, Miguel went to get his daughter.

When he arrived with the still feverish 5-year-old, nearly everyone was standing outside Casita to get a peek at the strangers.

Miguel pressed his lips into a firm line, sheltering his daughter closer to his chest.

Seeing his discomfort, Alma turned towards the house, shaking her head at the many eyes staring back at her. "I'm sorry everyone, but tonight's celebration will be cut short. If you'll please, Casita, help our guests see their way out."

The house shutters gave two flaps as if saying, 'You got it' before moving the stone underneath the crowd's feet, like a treadmill, straight out towards the outskirts of the house.

Miguel and Jovena were in awe as they followed, but as they stepped forward to enter the house, Casita's doors seemingly slammed shut before opening quickly, its windows jingling as if singing a happy tune.

Miguel's brow rose at this, "Does the house always do this?"

Alma looked around at Casita's shutters, shingles, and even furniture moving about as if she were singing a song without a rhythm. "Uh, not usually," she spoke in embarrassment as the floors made flower patterns around the couple.

As the couple got ready to trek up the steps, Casita took it upon herself to turn it into an escalade the moment they stepped on.

The house's hospitality didn't stop there; once they were up the steps, Casita dropped them off directly at the room and opened the door for them.

As Jovena stepped through the door, Miguel turned around, his face still stuck in a mixture of amazement and confusion. "Um, thanks, Casita?"

The house gave one more round of noise at this, seemingly puffing up with pride.

"Jovena," Alejandra called out as Jovena was about to close the door.

"Yes, abuela?" Jovena turned to face her.

"Come, come. I want you to meet Alma's second child, Pepa. She's around your age," the old lady said, waving over toward an auburn-haired woman in a colorful sundress.

Jovena took a step forward, but Miguel shooed her away, mouthing, "Go have fun," before leaving the room.

After Jovena scurried off to converse with one of the Madrigals, Miguel fully stepped into the room and took in the decorations. Bright colors lit up the space, and funny characters were drawn all around. On the bed, several hand-stitched toys sat next to the pillows, perfect for his daughter's age.

Alma noticed his observations and spoke up as she shifted the blankets to make space for the child. "My son, Bruno, saw your arrival a few weeks ago. I made sure a room was prepared for your daughter."

Thanking her, Miguel sat the child down on the bed. "Is that so? Then why was everyone so surprised?"

"When Bruno approached me with his vision, I ensured that it was kept confidential, shared only amongst between my three children and me. I did not wish for it to become a big issue, especially since you were all arriving for something other than a celebration."

Nodding his head at her answer, Miguel bent down to tuck his daughter in. As he leaned over to adjust the edge of her blanket, a soft voice caught his attention.

"Pápa..." The little girl's voice was weak and strained.

Miguel turned to face his daughter and knelt beside her bed, gently brushing her hair from her face. "What is it, my muñequita?" he asked, his heart aching at the sight of the bags under her eyes; she was far too young to experience it.

"Pápa, it hurts..." she whined, tears streaming down her cheeks. "My chest hurts."

Miguel's heart sank as he saw the pain in his daughter's eyes. "Shh, mi amor," he whispered, wiping away her tears with his thumb. "You'll feel better soon, I promise."

Alma watched the scene unfold, her heart heavy with sadness at the sight of the little girl in pain.

Just in time, Julieta arrived with a tray holding a small cup of soup. "I'm here~" she sang softly, "I've been stuck for the past ten minutes deciding what I should make, but ultimately decided to cook up a portion of chicken noodle soup."

Miguel raised an eyebrow at the small portion. "Is that all you're going to give her?"

"Yes, she won't need much," Julieta replied, gently setting the tray in front of the child.

"You see, Julieta's gift is being able to heal with her cooking. Whenever someone is hurt or sick, all it takes is one bite for them to instantly feel better," Alma explained, seeing the incredulous look on the male's face.

Though he wanted to protest, Miguel knew the earful he'd get from his grandmother, so he stepped back, allowing her to feed his daughter the soup.

The small child ate with ravenous hunger because, for the first time in forever, she didn't immediately throw it back up.

The little girl shook her head. "My chest still hurts."

Miguel mumbled a few curses under his breath. "I knew it! Abuelita talked me into coming all this way for something that didn't even work." He stormed out of the room to find his wife and grandmother, leaving the two eldest Madrigals in the room alone with the child.

Julieta's brows furrowed in worry as she looked back at her mother. She hoped to communicate, 'I don't know why it didn't work! It usually works.' Her mother replied with a nod that said, 'I understand, mija. Don't stress yourself. There's nothing wrong with your gift, but there is something wrong with the child.'

The little girl just stared up at them, waiting for someone to say anything. When all the two women did was look at each other, she let out a small cough. "Though my chest still hurts, can I still get some more soup? My face doesn't feel hot anymore."

Julieta's eyes lit up. The child was just like her. Just as Juliet could heal others, her healing didn't work too well on herself. For instance, if she were to cut herself while cooking and eat something to heal it, instead of healing right up as it would do for anyone else, it would take a bit longer. A scab would form in the next hour, and it would completely heal up by the end of the second day. "Of course, darling, I'll go get the soup," she hummed before rushing out of the room, making sure to drag her mother behind her.

Five minutes passed, and the child continued to sit, waiting for her food.

At the sound of the door creaking open, she sat up, anticipating the arrival of the woman with her meal. But to her surprise, it was a little boy wearing a yellow ruana over a white, long-sleeved shirt, paired with black pants.

The boy was small, with a wild head of dark auburn hair that curled in several directions. As he peeked around the door, the little girl caught a glimpse of his green eyes, which sparkled with mischief.

"What are you doing?" The girl asked before coughing into her elbow.

The boy's green eyes narrowed at her, and his lips pulled down into a frown. "It's because of you!" he suddenly exclaimed, racing towards the end of the girl's bed.

"Huh?"

"You stole the attention from me! Today was supposed to be about me getting my awesome gift, and now everyone's talking about a sick little girl."

The girl frowned back at him. "I'm not little," she sniffed, "I'm five."

"So am I."

"Then how can you call me little if we're the same age?"

The boy blushed when he realized she was right. "B-Because you're shorter than me, so that makes you little!"

"How would you know? I'm lying in bed," the girl replied, giving him a skeptical look.

"I just do, okay!"

"Okay, then."

The boy narrowed his eyes at her. "You don't sound like you believe me."

"Because I don't," she replied, "My mamá told me to always agree if you think someone will try to prolong a stupid argument."

"Pro-long. What does that mean?"

"I don't know, but if my mamá said it, it must be a smart word."

"Whatever. Your mamá is wrong, because I know for a fact I'm taller than you," he said, puffing out his chest.

The girl bristled at his words. "How would youㅡ" Her sentence was cut off with a gasp as the little boy suddenly transformed into a man as tall as the door.

"See, I'm tall," the man replied, sending the girl a smirk.

"How did you do that?" the girl wondered, her eyes glittering with excitement as the man turned back into a boy.

"It's my gift," he said with a bright smile. "I can change into whoever I want."

Clapping her hands, the girl wiggled in her bed. "Oh, do me, do me!"

"Alright, calm down," the boy said, walking closer to her. "Let me see what you look like." And with that, he leaned in close to the girl's face.

He was so close that she could see the freckles scattered across his nose and cheeks, and how his hazel-green eyes held a few golden specks.

After a few more seconds of examining her face, the boy stood back, and in the blink of an eye, there stood the girl.

"Woah," she breathed in awe, watching as her own face showed the same expression.

Holding her hand up, her mirror image did the same until their hands were touching.

"So cool," she breathed out.

The boy shifted back, a proud smirk on his lips. "As it should be. I'm the Amazing Camilo! No one could ever top my powers."

Just as he finished his little introduction, a shout rang through the house. "Camilo Madrigal! Where are you!? It's past your bedtime, young man!"

The boy'sㅡCamilo's face grew one of panic. As the shouts grew nearer, he lost control and shifted into multiple people at once, resulting in funny combinations that the little girl couldn't help but giggle at.

Camilo's shifting stopped abruptly, and he gazed at her with a grin.

Suddenly, the floorboards beneath his feet began to shake, slowly carrying him toward the door.

"Casita, I don't want to go to bed," he whined, plopping down onto the floor. Still, the house continued to move him, despite his pleas.

As Camilo's body was about to leave the room, he grabbed hold of the door frame. "Hey, what's your name?"

The girl, still chuckling at his antics, finally told him, "It's Y/N" and with that, he was gone.

Shifting back onto the pillow as silence encased you, you could only yawn.

Just before getting there, you felt sick to the bone, unable to move.

All the times your parents and bisabuela called your name, you wanted to respond, but couldn't. But now, after eating the tasty soup, you have enough energy to talk.

Hopefully, you'll get better soon.

***Bear with me ppl, just one more chapter then you'll be done with the introduction arc.

I can't help it. I just can't give a half-assed first chapter before moving on, I gotta world build in this peace 😭😭

Did I do good tho? 👁👄👁

#‧̍̊˙˚˙xaniwrites-tactus mortis ml #camilo x reader #camilo madrigal #camilo madrigal x reader #madrigal #encanto camilo #madrigal x reader #romance #ghosts #medium #ghost whisperer #angst #death reader #camilo #love #young romance #post encanto #disney x reader

[nkogneatho]

widowed nanami who quits management job and opens a bakery after your name when you die. usually people try to forget their pain, and it is a human emotion to avoid things that bring them discomfort. but nanami kento defies that psychology.

people come every now and then pondering at the art on the walls. you always loved lilies so he drew them himself. he is not very artistic and the lines are a bit crooked, but it is still alluring.

he loves you to the point he dedicated a day in his bakery after you. cheesecake day. because it was the first thing he baked for you at the start of your relationship and you loved it so much. on this day, he prepares all kinds of cheesecake you adored. anything grabs attention of youngsters and social media quickly so they promote his shop and soon there is a big line outside waiting for the famous cheesecake. you'd be so happy if you were there.

he never wanted to forget you to be honest. what is the point in letting go of the one thing that keeps him alive? you are his every thought. every feeling. without you he is just a man with flesh and bones. no heart.

he has your engagement and vacation pictures mounted on the wall. when the customers ask how are you doing? he just smiles and goes "she's resting. i'll be next to her soon. i'll be home."

#i am not paying for your therapy #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #nanami angst #nanami kento #nanami kento x you #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #nanami x fem!reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk fluff #jjk angst #nanami fluff #tw.character death

[imclou]

Hello @spadillelicious, just letting you know that your boys are still living rent free inside my head.

So i read Chapter 14 yesterday, let's just say i thought i was out of fanart ideas and i was terribly WRONG

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because i keep forgetting what colors to use

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#y/n's hair is so inconsistent it's driving me crazy #my art #fanart #dca fandom #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf dca #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #fnaf #dca au #dca x reader #dca moon #love death and rollerskates

[spadillelicious]

Sunhinged? This guy is no longer connected to the doorframe! /ref

#fnaf sun #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sundrop #fnaf dca #fnaf fanart #love death and rollerskates #spadille draws #sun x reader #fnaf sun x reader #security breach au #dca fandom #tw eyestrain #asdgfhfjdhfsjkl I know his pupils weren't visible in this scene canonically but it looked cooler

[will-of-dumpsterfire]

#it’s my mental illness and I’ll do what I want #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil #resident evil x reader #I know where to find my people #y’all are in these tags #oh and this #dead by daylight #dbd leon s kennedy #re death island #re vendetta #re6 #re4r #spotify #spotify wrapped #this was suppose to be a naruto blog but LMAO #here I am