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[Grim reaper au: R/n is having breakfast with Ghost and Soap.]
Soap:
Are you going to finish those hashbrowns?
R/n:
Probably no-.
(Soap starts taking the hashbrowns from her plate and eats them. R/n tries to stab him with her fork but Soap moves his hand just in time.)
Soap:
Steamin’ Jesus!
R/n:
I'm outta here.
Soap:
Did you see that? I mean just because I wanted some of her hashbrowns.
Ghost:
I was there.
Soap:
I've never seen such violence over such small potatoes.
Ghost:
Oh, that was almost clever, Soap.
Soap:
...What was almost clever?
Ghost:
The thing about the hashbrowns being small potatoes.
Soap:
I don't get it...because hashbrowns are small potatoes.
Ghost:
Never mind.
#s: dead like me#call of duty modern warfare incorrect quotes#call of duty modern warfare 2022#cod mw ghost#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#john soap mactavish x reader#grim reaper au#afab reader
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death has broken ribs
for @swordsmans grim reaper au,,,brain worms time
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Lonely St.
Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Reader
Grim Reaper AU; Soulmate AU
Genre: Angst; Fluff
Words: 3322
Warnings: implied major character death; implied suicide; strong language
Masterlist | Fictober Masterpost
Taglist: @soobin-chois
Wandering.
Watching.
Waiting.
That’s all Seungmin really knew.
He wandered around the material plane, invisible to mortal beings, watching them enjoy their short lives. He saw them laugh and cry, celebrate and grieve. He watched their senseless wars, their fighting, their deaths.
And then he waited.
He waited for the feeling. The pull to a newly deceased soul.
It was all he’d ever known.
Ferrying souls so that they could rest, he’d never had a choice in it. It was what he was created to do.
The Fates had molded him in the shape of the beings he worked with, helping to gain their trust once they had left their mortal bodies and making it easier to get them to cross over.
He wasn’t frightening. He didn’t kill. He just did his job. He might’ve been a bit reserved towards his… clients, but he was anything but scary. Despite the rumors that the Grim received.
Presently, he was monitoring an older woman in the hospital. He could feel the tug. Any moment…
“Oh dear…” She sighed, eyeing her children and grandchildren weep over her. “I didn’t want them to mourn me.”
Seungmin nodded at the woman’s soul, “It’s what humans do. It can’t be helped. It simply shows that you were loved.”
Her wavering form seemed to smile up at him. “So are you the terrifying reaper, taking my soul?”
He shrugged, looking back over at the husk that the humans cried around. “I suppose that is what they say about me. Are you ready?”
“More than anything… I suffered long enough. I want to be with my husband again.”
“Just through there,” Seungmin motioned to the doorway of the hospital room, shimmering a white light. “He’s been waiting for you.”
The soul seemed to wriggle in excitement, becoming more and more amorphous as it melded into the white light of the other side, leaving Seungmin behind to once again wander… Watch… Wait…
What an odd thing it was, waiting.
He never knew how much time would pass.
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The tug was there, and he followed it.
Just like always.
He found himself in a park, families with children and dogs with their owners playing all around him. As he settled on a bench, he felt the tug again.
Just in time.
A small brown puppy ran towards him, leash trailing behind.
He would’ve paid no mind. The creature wouldn’t be able to see him anyway.
“Hey! Grab that leash!” A young woman shouted at him.
He really would’ve paid no mind. If the woman hadn’t been able to see him.
For the first time in probably his entire existence, he moved reflexively. He didn’t simply wait. He reacted.
Seungmin grabbed the puppy’s leash in time, and the little dog whirled around in confusion, yipping at—presumably—nothing.
“Oh my god,” the woman gasped, coming to stand in front of him, “Thank you so much…?”
His mouth fell open, eyes wide and disbelieving. “You can see me?”
She plopped down onto the bench beside him, “Um… Yeah… Should I not be able to? Are you a spy or something? Oh shit! Am I blowing your cover?”
Sarcastic. The woman was sarcastic.
“Anyway, thanks for catching my dog. M is such a troublemaker. He’s always running off… I’m Y/N, by the way.”
Pretty. The woman—Y/N, his brain slowly supplied—was pretty.
“M is a letter.”
She hummed. “Very quick wit you have there, super spy. I wanted to name him M&M, y’know like the candy, since the day I got him he stole an entire bag of them, and then I had to rush him to the emergency vet… But he won’t respond to that. Only M, or just Puppy… If I’m being honest, I think he knows what his name is supposed to be and does it just to annoy me.”
Kind. Y/N was kind.
Wait.
Y/N could see him.
There was his brain coming back online…
How could she see him?
Was she on the cusp of death perhaps? A terminal illness? It would be rude to ask.
It also didn’t feel right. Those who saw him could usually tell who—what—he was. But she simply assumed he was a mortal out for a stroll in the park.
He turned to stare at her. The sun glittered against her skin. She was completely at peace, ethereal, in her human shell.
“You never told me your name.” She finally spoke, standing to leave with her dog.
He hummed but was still in too much of a daze to respond. She left with a shrug and a small laugh.
Dizzying. Her laugh was dizzying.
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Her name had not been on his list, despite the tug he had felt to be in that spot at that moment.
It was as if he was destined to meet her.
But that shouldn’t have been possible.
He didn’t meet people.
He ferried souls. He did his job. He wandered, watched, and waited.
It was too much for him to figure out. Honestly, it was outside of his duties… above his pay grade, so to speak. And yet, it bothered him that he couldn’t do so.
His job continued; the tug reappeared, pulling him to the next soul.
He discounted the experience and moved on.
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“So we meet again?” She tilted her head up at him, eyelashes batting and a playful smile dancing on her lips.
The tug had lied to him again.
He’d been pulled to the front of this ice cream shop, only to arrive at the same moment as the woman from the park.
She could still see him. She still wasn’t a soul. She was still ethereal.
“I don’t know why this keeps happening. You shouldn’t be able to see me.” He muttered, more to himself than to her. She snickered at him anyway.
“So you’re still undercover then? Wait, wait… Am I the target? Is that why I’m not supposed to see you?” She looked around, eyes wide as if she was afraid and searching.
At the furrow of his brows, she laughed and nudged his shoulder. “C’mon. Ice cream is on me, just gotta tell me your name.”
He hesitated, considered leaving. Obviously this was another fluke… And it’s not like he could really enjoy the human treat anyway. But then the tug returned, and it was stronger than it had ever been. It was so persistent, so annoying. He had to follow it. So, he followed her into the shop with a small mutter of, “Seungmin.”
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He had double, no triple, checked his list.
Nowhere to be found was a L/N Y/N.
He had even broken a rule and snuck into The Fates’ hall.
Finding hers amongst the millions of threads should’ve been difficult. Normally, one is only drawn to their own string, and only The Fates themselves can easily identify anyone else’s thread. But…
But, the never-ending tug when it surrounded anything having to do with the chatty, ethereal woman led him right to her string.
It was fine.
It wasn’t frayed like she was near-death or ill. It wasn’t cut like she was deceased and unaware.
Y/N was a normal woman.
Or, as normal a woman could be if they could see, talk to, and feel the Grim Reaper.
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This time he had intentionally followed the tug, knowing it would lead to the enigma in his life.
He shouted her name, stomping through the bar and uncaring of all the people around. They couldn’t hear him anyway.
She turned to him, her furrowed brows eased and a smile lit up her face when she spotted him. She didn’t notice that no one else had reacted to him.
Seungmin nodded towards the side door, and she followed him into the dark alley.
“How did you find me?” She laughed, drunkenly, “Been keeping tabs on me, super spy?”
“Yes.” Seungmin stated, “I need to know how you can see me.”
Y/N groaned, “You’re still playing this game?”
Seungmin huffed, “It’s not a game, Y/N. I–” He hesitated but let out a steady breath, “I am not human. I’m a Grim. I was created by The Fates to ferry souls. You shouldn’t be able to see me unless you are dead… or at least dying.”
Her eyes widened, seemingly terrified, “I’m dying?”
“No!” Seungmin nearly shouted. He was a rational being, but she made him react so strongly. “That’s the problem… Your thread seemed perfectly normal to me. Granted, I don’t work with them. That’s not my job, but it wasn’t frayed or ended.”
“Oh my god,” Y/N let the scared face slip, falling back against the brick wall in another fit of drunken giggles. “Are you insane? You really think you’re the personification of death or something?”
“I’ll prove it.”
And he did. He dragged her back through the bar, snapping in front of people’s faces and tapping on shoulders only to be met with confused glances around. She finally noticed no one reacting to him; she also noticed the crazy looks she got when she reacted and spoke with him.
It was her turn to drag him away, back to the front and into a cab that she shakily hailed.
Y/N remained silent the entire drive, only speaking to the driver.
Once inside her apartment, she let out a heavy breath.
“So I can see ghosts?”
“I’m not a ghost.”
“Well, you’re not a person, Seungmin!”
He rolled his eyes, “I’m aware of that. But I’m not a ghost. Ghost implies that I died and didn’t cross over. That’s not what happened.”
“Okay then, how are you… this?”
Seungmin’s brows furrowed, matching her own confusion. “What do you mean? I’ve always been ‘this.’ I’m a Grim Reaper. That’s how The Fates created me.”
“Okay… Not a ghost. So…” Y/N dropped onto the sofa beside him. “The Fates. You mentioned them earlier too and something about a thread?”
He nodded. “Yes. By all accounts, only beings that have passed and need to cross over can see and interact with a Grim the way you do. In some rare cases, a being that is terminally ill or on the precipice of death will see us as well, but their strings are always fraying. I checked yours since I wondered if that was the case for you; however, your thread seemed to be perfectly intact to me.”
“So I’m not dead, and you’re not alive… But we’re able to talk?”
“Yes.”
“And that’s a problem?”
“It’s certainly not normal.”
“I see…” Y/N sighed, “Well, what if we just go our separate ways and forget about all of this until I actually am dead?”
“That’s the other thing…” Seungmin hesitated, “I keep getting drawn to you.”
“What does that mean?”
“Well, normally, I am drawn to a soul that is needing to cross over. But for some reason, more and more frequently, I am being pulled to you.”
Y/N’s eyes widened, “That’s how you keep finding me… It’s what you meant by ‘keeping tabs.’ And here I thought it was a bunch of coincidental meet-cutes.”
He tilted his head, obviously not understanding, “I don’t follow. A ‘meet-cute’?”
She hummed. “It’s this plot device in movies and stuff where a future couple meet for the first time.”
Seungmin’s expression didn’t falter, but he whispered, “Couple?” to himself regardless. He was aware of the concept, of course, often interacting with sad souls being separated from their earthly partners or excited ones getting to reunite on the other side. But he himself had never considered companionship in depth… Particularly because before now he never thought it would be possible.
“You said those on the precipice of death can sometimes see you…” Y/N finally asked, breaking his lengthy pondering of what it would be like to have someone to wander through life with.
Seungmin noticed the quiver in her voice, the roughness of her tone. He hesitated, if only for a moment, before leaning forward and placing his hand on hers. “Yes, in rare instances. But, I can assure you that your thread was fine. You are not going to die anytime soon, Y/N.”
She shook her head, “That’s– No. I know you said that, and I believe you… I– I trust you. But… When I was little, I was in an accident. The paramedics who responded said my heart had stopped. I was dead for three minutes. Could that be some kind of exception?”
“I– I don’t know, Y/N.” Seungmin floundered. All of this was unprecedented for him too.
“Who would know?”
“The Fates.”
Y/N sighed, “I was afraid you were going to say that…” She stood from her sofa, trading her uncomfortable heels for sneakers. “Alright, let’s go.”
“Go?” Seungmin sputtered with wide eyes as he trailed her to the front door. It was the most reaction she had seen out of him; the most… human, he had seemed. And the cutest, if she was able to think about anything other than the fact that he was a Grim Reaper.
She shrugged, grabbing his hand without thinking to pull him to the elevator. “They are the only ones who know the answers to what is going on with us. So you’re going to take us to them, and we’ll get this sorted out.”
Seungmin gaped at you, “You’re insane.”
“Maybe.”
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“Whoa…” Y/N breathed, staring up at the massive doors in front of her. “So this is the underworld?”
Seungmin shook his head, “Not exactly. It’s The Fates’ hall. It exists outside of your space and reality, a place that the trinity can weave time for mortals. It’s where I first remember… waking up.”
“Right. Well let’s go in.” She huffed, pushing forward as Seungmin’s eyes widened.
“Wha– You– We can’t just go in!”
She shrugged. “Why not?” Y/N asked, opening the doors and stepping through.
“Because it’s against th–”
“It’s about time you two showed up.” A voice spoke, reverberating down the neverending hall.
Y/N paused, gaping as she took in the millions of red threads strung around. Many of them crossed over one another, some tangling together and some fully knotted. There were strings dangling pitifully, obviously ended, and others clearly fraying and barely holding together.
What Seungmin had mentioned came to mind, settling like a rock in the pit of her stomach at how many people were so close to death without even knowing.
Another heavy feeling settled as she gazed over to the Grim, unaffected by the threads as he led her through the maze of red. How many people had he helped cross? How much death had he been around? How long had he been without real connection as the only beings that could speak with him were meant to leave immediately?
“Don’t think too hard, dear.” An elderly woman smiled up at her from a rocking chair, happily snipping a thread.
“Yes, child, you won’t likely remember any of those dreadful thoughts once you leave our chambers.” Another, middle-aged, woman spoke as she measured the string she was holding.
Y/N’s eyes widened, head shaking lightly to clear her jumbled mind, “Who–”
“Who are we?” The final woman, young—barely a woman—spoke, while she wove the red strings. “You know who we are. We’re The Fates. We’re time and destiny. And you are here because you are wondering how you can see our Grim Reaper.”
She nodded, unable to find words. Seungmin, likewise, remained silent. In all his existence, he had never directly met with The Fates.
The elderly woman tutted gently to capture the mortal and reaper’s attentions. “The Grim… Sorry, Seungmin… is a bit confused about his origins. We didn’t create him. He was a mortal once.”
“I was a what?!” Seungmin interjected.
“Hush child, don’t interrupt your elders.” The middle-aged woman scolded.
The young woman continued, “Yes, it’s true. We did not create you. You were once a man who cut his own thread, so-to-speak…”
“That’s to say that you unfortunately took your own life, dear. And, the punishment for this sin is to be reincarnated as a Grim Reaper…”
“You were assigned an undetermined amount of time assisting souls pass on. To not know rest, child.”
“But, a few years ago, we decided you earned your second chance… If you could reconcile with the soulmate that you so cruelly left behind in your last life.”
Y/N’s eyes flickered between The Fates as they stared at her meaningfully. “Oh my god… You mean me?”
“Yes, dear. You and Seungmin are a destined pair. Would you like to see your threads?”
She nodded dumbly, while Seungmin gaped. “I– But I looked at her thread, and I didn’t notice anything odd…”
“Well of course you wouldn’t, child. It’s not your job to read the strings.”
Before Seungmin could argue further, the hallway around them shifted, the strings around them changing. The scenery settled, and the middle-aged woman held two threads gently. She motioned Seungmin and Y/N over, allowing them to follow her explanation with a demonstration.
“This was your original thread, so beautifully woven and tied together, until…” She held the end of one of the threads, cut short as the other continued on, fraying slowly. “You cut your string, while your soulmate continued on, decaying from heartbreak. You were changed into a Grim Reaper shortly after, and we created a new thread from you.”
“And then,” The young woman continued, as the scenery changed once more. Seungmin recognized the two threads she now held, “Your soulmate was reborn.”
The Fates admired their handiwork on Seungmin and Y/N’s strings, tracing over where Y/N’s was cut and retied—explaining it was from her near-death experience.
“It wasn’t quite your time, dear. I apologize for being a bit scissor-happy. But, it was also a way for us to ensure our sweet Grim and you become more easily tangled later on.”
The two threads continued on, crossing over multiple times to signify each time Seungmin was pulled to her, and The Fates held them both tightly together as they stood still in time with each other in the hall.
“What happens now?” Seungmin whispered finally.
“Well, that will be up to you and your soulmate, child. Ideally, you two will continue on your journey together and strengthen your bond to grant you mortality.”
Y/N gasped, backing away into the maze of red string, “This is… a lot…”
Seungmin turned to follow her, making sure she safely made it back to the entryway, “I’m sorry if you feel you have no choice. I had no idea…”
She smiled sadly. “It’s not that, Seungmin. I actually like you… getting past all of this,” she gestured at the hall behind them, “I just don’t want to feel like we’re only together because it was forced by destiny.”
“We’re not.”
Y/N scoffed, “How can you be sure?”
Seungmin shrugged, “If we were being forced, we would’ve seen the rest of our threads woven together already. They aren’t yet because The Fates are giving us a choice.”
Y/N huffed at his blase attitude towards all of this, “Do you even like me, Seungmin?”
“What?” Seungmin’s eyes widened, “Of course I do! You were so kind to me, even when you thought I was crazy and kept following you. And then, all of this, you’ve been so brave and patient. You have such a light heart and not to mention how beautiful you are. You’re ethereal to me. Just unreal. I just…” Seungmin sighed, “I won’t force you into anything for my sake when all of this was my fault to begin with.”
“I don’t want you to be alone anymore…” Y/N whispered.
“I don’t mind. I’m used to it.”
“I don’t want to be alone anymore either…” She added, stepping closer.
“Then you won’t be. We can wander together.”
#stray kids#skz#kim seungmin#reader#kim seungmin x reader#stray kids x reader#skz x reader#angst#fluff#grim reaper au#soulmate au#oneshot#fictober
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New chapter of my grim reaper! Ghostsoap fic is up ~ featuring the sort of angst I never usually write, but also some nice sweet moments between the two 😘 happy holidays babes
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He tries to forget it, at first, or at the very least accept what he had been told and think no more of it. Okay, not a ghost. Fine. That doesn’t make him horribly, terribly curious, not at all. And that whole thing about not knowing his own fucking name, or not having one, that’s what he said, right? God, it makes John’s brain race in the gray spaces, those inbetweens when he has time to think about anything other than the plans for the next mission or whatever warm thing is down his sites. Helmet pressed against the window of the helo, thinking about his ghost. The moments before sleep, sprawled out on top of his sheets at the end of a mission, turning over the details that may offer some hint to his identity. In the shower, lathering over newly blooming bruises, his ghost’s eyes burning in his brain.
Like he said, the name fits. He certainly feels haunted.
#cod mwii#soapghost#ghostsoap#cod mw2#ghoap#simon ghost riley#tf141#john soap mactavish#codmw2#mywriting#cod mw3#grim reaper au
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Weed 'Em and Reap
Ficlet in my Mr. Quinn Is the Grim Reaper AU, prompted by a post about different games you could challenge the grim reaper to. (Warning for Hardison being in a technically fatal situation, but he'll be OK because Death is his buddy.)
Alec tried to breathe evenly. This wasn't the first life-threatening situation he'd been in, and his team had always come through before. Even when he'd been buried alive, they'd gotten to him in time. (Shoot. Really should not think about that when sealed inside a rich dude's airtight vault. At least this place is roomier and better lit, although he shouldn't pace. It'll use up the air fast--)
He shook his head, as if he could physically derail that train of thought, trying to tamp down the panic and stop thinking about his calculations of the oxygen in here.
He gave into the urge to pace... and nearly jumped out of his skin when he turned to find another person at his elbow.
"Hey! Don't freak out. It's just me," said Quinn.
Alec tried to get his breathing back under control. "How the hell did you get in? Is Parker here?!"
"No, not yet."
"Then how--?" Alec froze. If Quinn wasn't here with Leverage, then... please not his other job. "But they're coming, right?"
"Yes, they're on their way," said Quinn, a little too carefully.
"Oh, man." Alec sagged against the wall. "If you're here... They're too late, aren't they?"
Quinn rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "They're... running a bit behind. I think the oxygen level in here wasn't great to start with."
Alec buried his face in his hands for a moment, before stabbing an accusing finger at Quinn. "You are not going to let them blame themselves for this--you hear me?! I don't care if you have to lie through your teeth; you make sure they know this is something they couldn't have stopped and that it didn't hurt, you understand me?!"
"Whoa, pal, slow down. I am authorized to allow one challenge in the form of a game."
"...You what? You mean, like--? You cannot possibly expect me to play a game of chess with you right now."
"Chess? No, it can be any game. For instance, I'm having difficulty getting past the volcano dungeon in Stardew Valley. Help me get past that, and we'll call it even."
Alec stared at him dumbfounded as the panic slowly ebbed. Quinn seemed serious. "OK? Is this like a one-attempt-only-or-you're-dead deal?"
"Oh, no. I've tried it so many times so far. If you could do it within a few weeks so I can clear the books before anyone starts asking questions, that'd be great, but technically there have been challenge games that lasted longer than that, so I can stall if I have to."
"...People have spent weeks playing a game against Death for their lives?"
Quinn heaved a heavy sigh. "I thought you of all people would understand how long games like Dungeons and Dragons can drag on. Letting them pick that was a mistake."
"You've played Dungeons and Dragons?!"
"I don't want to talk about it."
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Person A is someone who works as a part-time reaper and runs an orphanage full time, after making a deal with death to continue their work taking care of the orphans under their care centuries ago. Person B is a new kid at the foster home Person A runs in the modern era, and is always causing trouble and doing risky things, and keeps having brushes with death but miraculously surviving. One day, when Person A is going out to put in their mandatory hours as a reaper, a period when no human can see them, Person B spots them leaving and follows them outside to confront them about leaving the kids alone at such a weird hour. Person A doesn’t know why Person B can see them, but Person B refuses to buy any lie they try to offer them, so Person A begrudgingly lets Person B come along while they explain the truth.
#mod poss#creative writing#writing prompt#writing#prompt#fanfic prompt#fanfiction prompt#story prompt#creative writing prompt#ficinsp#alternate universe#plots and prompts#grim reaper au#foster care au#orphan au#supernatural au#fantasy au#death au
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interesting thought process i just had-
ya know how grim reapers guide souls to the afterlife, not take lives like they're often depcited doing? What if they had like a sixth sense that helped them locate unresting souls, which can range from ghosts to undeads.
now what if Shuichi was a Grim Reaper posing as a human detective cause he likes hanging with living humans but still has to do his job. He keeps sensing an unresting soul in a cafe he visits close by the agency late at night, but couldn't pinpoint it till he ended up sitting next to one Kokchi Ouma because the cafe was packed due to an event.
Kokichi was undoubtably the soul he was sensing, and he did recall seeing him a odd few times before in the cafe when he felt the soul was near. What he was wasn't too obvious at first, but after talking in very confusing circles with him for a while, he managed to catch a glimps of a fang and realized he was vampiric, and likely scouted this cafe alot for dinner.
What he was going to do about him now he found his unresting soul he wasn't sure. for one, he'd never encountered an undead before and was unfamilair with how to get them to rest. and for two- he was a little too curious about the lying vampire and didn't really want to put him to rest cause he was such a fun mystery to solve
a bonus- Kokichi figured out Shuichi's a reaper and is hoping he doesn't try and put him to rest cause he really wants an immortal bestie to hang out with an not worry about outliving (and he kinda lowkey finds him cute but shhhh)
#danganronpa#ndrv3#danganronpa v3#kokichi ouma#shuichi saihara#saiouma#au prompt#au idea#au#vampire au#grim reaper au#kai prompts
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저승 사자 AU
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The Tales of Grim Reaper
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In a realm that straddles the line between the living and the dead,is a bizarre and unsettling experience. A whisper, velvety and malevolent, sent shivers racing down her spine. It was a voice that seemed to materialize from the shadows.
"Hello~" the voice whispered into her ear. She spun around, startled, but there was no one to be seen. The empty space offered no explanation. Then, like a bolt of lightning, a searing pain shot through her head, causing her to collapse to the ground.
When she regained her senses, she found herself staring up at a figure. The figure was a tall man in a long, ebony robe. His pale, angular face held a sardonic smirk, and his dark eyes gleamed with curiosity as he regarded her.
"How cute, mortal" he taunted with a chuckle. "I'm here to take your soul today."
She was not one to succumb to fear.
“No thanks”
“Excuse me?” The man tilted his head. “That wasn’t a question, it was a statement. You die, your soul goes to me. Them’s the rules.”
She propped herself up and, with unwavering determination, shot back, "And I said no thanks. Where are your manners?"
The man's smirk melted into a scowl. "Who are you to speak to me like that?" he growled, his irritation surfacing. "I'm a grim reaper. I'm supposed to scare the living daylights out of you humans. And yet you treat me like a child."
"Because you're acting like one," she quipped, her defiance unwavering.
The man’s smirk faded, replaced with a scowl. “Excuse me? I am thousands of years old.” “Ok boomer”
“You little brat.” The man muttered, crossing his arms and walking closer to you. “Do you really think you can speak to me that way and get away with it?” The man, now identified as a grim reaper, was clearly losing his patience.
"Wow, it must be nice to be so entitled," She retorted, not backing down.
He chuckled softly but stood up, brushing off his robe. "Who are you to speak to me like that? I'm a grim reaper. I'm supposed to scare the living daylights out of you humans. And yet you treat me like a child?"
"Because you're just a silly little guy," she fired back.
This time, Nigel's scowl deepened. "Excuse me? I am thousands of years old."
"Ok boomer," she teased, pushing all the right buttons.
"You little brat," Nigel growled, unable to hide his growing frustration.
"Do old man ears not work anymore?" she continued, relentlessly.
Nigel's face flushed. "What did you just call me?"
"Do you mean to tell me you can't hear properly, old-timer?" her audacity knew no bounds.
Nigel's response was to grab her by the throat, lifting her off the ground. His anger and frustration were palpable as he snarled, "You little brat. Who gave you the right to speak to the grim reaper like that?"
Undeterred, she had a response that took Nigel by surprise. "Wrong time to tell you that maybe I might be into this."
Nigel's grip loosened as he seemed to consider her words. He muttered, "Why are you humans so weird? Can't you just be scared of me like everyone else?"
"Because we all have our coping mechanisms," she quipped, her smirk intact.
Nigel's frustration reached its peak. "How are those coping mechan—shut up," he muttered, flustered. It was a strange moment for him.
She pressed on, "into that as well."
Nigel groaned. "Shut up."
Their verbal jousting had taken an unexpected turn, leaving Nigel in a state of flustered confusion. He placed her back on the ground, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, and a hint of a blush coloring his cheeks. “What is wrong with you?”
"Oh, that's a can of worms I'd rather not open," she added, "I mean, really, how much time do you have?"
"I am immortal, human. I have all the time in the world you could possibly imagine," Nigel replied, his eyes narrowing.
"Because you're just a silly little guy," she playfully taunted, pushing Nigel's buttons with an impish grin.
Nigel's face flushed. "Am not!"
Nigel rolled his eyes, pushed to the brink. "You're extremely irritating, do you know that?"
With a smirk, she said, "Worse than Ted Bundy? Hitler? Freaking Genghis Khan?"
Nigel, in a moment of weakness, admitted, "…yes." His face turned even redder.
She playfully continued, "He didn't have the balls to be like me," laughing at her own joke.
Nigel chuckled a bit and then muttered, "S-shut up." His defenses were clearly crumbling.
"I know I'm hilarious," she responded, amused. "That's why I understand why you'd want me. But I can't go with you. And the looking stupid part? I don't think you need my help with that."
Nigel shook his head in a mixture of frustration and fascination. "You're a brat." she seemed unfazed. "Yay, I love winning."
Nigel sighed and shook his head. "You are the most irritating human I have EVER met." A hint of a smirk played on her lips. "Aww, you mean it? Thanks."
Nigel's irritation reached its peak as he muttered, "…I don't even understand how you're not afraid of me."
But she had an answer ready: "I'm just a teenage girl in the teenage world."
Nigel's tone shifted, a mix of confusion and grudging admiration. "…You're still extremely annoying, but I have to admit, you are something. I've never met anyone like you."
"Awwww! Stop!"
Nigel, unable to make sense of the strange encounter, grumbled, "This whole interaction was unnecessary." Despite his protests, she had managed to turn what should have been a grim meeting into a bizarre and flustering conversation. The tension between them was undeniable, but an unspoken understanding had begun to take root.
With an exasperated sigh, Nigel conceded, "You're a brat." Unable to resist one final tease, concluded, "Meh, I've been called worse."
Their unique and bizarre encounter had created a peculiar connection between the young, fearless girl and the immortal grim reaper. But that was not the end of their story; there was still more to unfold.
#grim reaper#reaper#grim#grim reaper x reader#oc x reader#grim reaper fluff#grim reaper au#grim reaper x you#daddyissuesmademe#Nigel my bog boy
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Sun and Moon au where they are grim reapers. Sun goes to collect those that were good in life while moon collect those who have been bad while alive (they share the same body).
Reader is their apprentice who is supposed to collect all kinds of souls too. They aren’t super good at it though and are too emotional when dealing with the dead, but they still are hard working.
Reader is hoping to become a full fledged reaper one day too who is as accomplished as Sun and Moon.
Just an idea, don’t know if it will go anywhere further than this though haha
#primary visions#primary colors#fnaf sun and moon#grim reaper#grim reaper au#fnaf sb#fnaf sun and moon and reader#fnaf sundrop#fnaf moodrop#sundrop and moondrop#the daycare attendant#fnaf ideas
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quackity is a pirate but do i make it a cuter story just him being a pirate and doing funny silly pirate things
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{Grim reaper au: R/n is a new reaper and Ghost is her mentor. she doesn’t want to take souls and tries to weasel out of appoints. This time however she did see the guy die, but didn’t take his soul. Simon’s sitting in the diner the reapers meet at. Waiting for her appointment’s status.]
R/n’s thoughts: Oh, crap he staring, now seems like good time slip under the radar.
R/n: Well, my guys dead, what’s the soup of the day?
Ghost: Cream of bullshit!
{R/n looks at him startled.]
Ghost: You really fucked the dog on this, Kid.
R/n: What?
Ghost: What? You had an appointment.
R/n: I didn't make an appointment.
Roach: Beat her down.
Ghost: Doesn't matter who made the appointment. You had an appointment.
{R/n reminds him she was there she saw the guy die.]
R/n: Correct me if I'm wrong but- mission accomplished.
Ghost: You're wrong. That was me correcting you.
R/n: I'm confused.
Soap, referring to the dead man: He's still in there, lass.
[Flashback to the dead man's soul screaming as he is forced to watch his own autopsy.]
R/n, horrified: Holy shit! Is he in pain?
Ghost: Physically, no. He's dead. But emotionally, I imagine this sort of thing is pretty traumatic.
#s: dead like me#call of duty modern warfare incorrect quotes#call of duty modern warfare 2022#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#john soap mactavish#platonic! Soap MacTavish#garry roach sanderson#grim reaper au#call of duty crossover#dead like me crossover#tw: death mention
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Find the Words Tag Game
i was tagged by @blind-the-winds (hi btw!! thanks for including me ^.^) to find a certain set of words in my wip(s)!
i'm tagging @aquil-writes, @scribe-of-stories, and @sunset-a-story - as well as anyone else who's interested! your words are display, horror, respect, kind, and help.
my words are holiday, spice, warm, ice, and love. so, here we go!
i could not find "holiday" or "spice" anywhere in seven lovely sins or in any of my ileao AUs, which is honestly kind of impressive. i had plenty of the other three though, so here they are!
Warm
“Well, to a certain limited degree, I suppose that’s fine,” Alex says with a warm smile. He gently transitions into a typical icebreaker that doesn’t sound nearly as stale and insincere as it should, and Ileao finds emself melting into the conversation with surprising ease.
When the waiter reappears, Alex quietly asks Ileao to be civil, but when ey aren’t, he doesn’t scold em for it. He just laughs quietly behind his hand, and then pretends to the waiter that he was doing no such thing. He does apologize to the man for Ileao’s behavior, but, hey, somebody has to. And it isn’t gonna be Ileao!
All in all, Alex is cool. He’s fun to be around, competent and kind but without pulling any punches, and Ileao is ashamed to say that ey totally forget to poison him.
Ice
“Turn the shower off, I’m gonna lay a towel out and move her onto it,” Tigh says. He takes one of the towels she bought recently out of the cupboard beneath the sink—lucky guess, or did Tu keep hers there, too?—and lays it out flat in front of the shower before careful picking Vatana up, curled up as she is, and setting her down on the towel. She hears the shower being turned off behind her, and another towel is wrapped gently around her shoulders.
“Try the ice cube trick,” Vice says from where she’s watching the whole thing from the doorway, and Tu nods and darts out of the room, presumably to fetch some ice.
“Can you tell me your name?” Tigh asks slowly, looking right into Vatana’s eyes. It feels like he’s miles away, and yet her vision tunnels on him. She doesn’t react. “That’s okay,” he says with a patient smile. It reminds her of the way she used to speak to Arana when she was scared. That thought only pulls her further down.
Tu re-enters the bathroom with a couple of ice cubes. She places one in Vatana’s left hand and then gently curls her fingers around it to keep it in place, and Vatana shivers suddenly from the shock of it.
Love
She scrolls through the news on her phone. There’s an article about a small section of a park becoming a protected landmark due to the fact that a popular magic user whose magic manifested as forced silencing had stopped a voice-based villain in that very park years earlier. Another article boasts how a famous magic family has moved to Clemen City so their son can get the best magic tutoring available. One more article about how a small village nearby was pleased to welcome a fire-based magic expert for a short visit before he continued his travels.
How can a world with so few magic users be so focused on magic? How can they favor magic over everything else when so few of them can actually do magic?
Tu loves her magic. Tu loves herself. But sometimes, just sometimes, she isn’t proud of either one.
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Oh, Death
Ship: Sean/White
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Setting: Grim Reaper AU {Grim Reaper White, Human Sean}
Summary: They say Death comes for everyone. But why doesn't it seem to leave Sean?
Complete♡
#offgun#seanwhite#gun atthaphan#gun atp#off jumpol#not me series#not me the series#not me#not me sean#not me white#fanfiction#sean x white#sean/white#grim reaper au
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Grim Reaper AU (Kdrama style)
grim reaper!Billy Russo x deity!Reader
You've never met him, the head of the soul collector department. Why would you have? He's only a reaper, essentially just a powered-up human who committed a great crime in his last life and decided to join the service instead of spending an eternity in Hell.
So why would a string of Fate materialize out of nowhere to bind the two of you together forever?
• moodboards masterlist •
#moodboards#moodboard#billy russo moodboard#billy russo x reader#billy russo#billy russo x you#alternate universe#deity!Reader#Kdrama style#aesthetic#grim reaper!Billy Russo#grim reaper!Billy Russo x deity!Reader#grim reaper au#my stuff#my boards
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Person A is a reaper who works on a children’s ward in a hospital in their civilian life, and tells the children who they know won’t make it stories about death being kind and gentle and who will make sure they don’t feel pain anymore. They also use their knowledge to set expectations and prepare parents/families to lose their child and help the child accept what’s going to happen, and comforts parents/families whose child isn’t on the list to die in childhood and give hope to children who will survive. Person B is a coworker who thinks Person A should stop scaring the children and thinks Person A is weird for only offering hopeful answers to some families and not others.
#mod poss#creative writing#writing prompt#writing#prompt#fanfic prompt#fanfiction prompt#story prompt#creative writing prompt#ficinsp#alternate universe#plots and prompts#death au#death tw#child death tw#supernatural au#grim reaper au#nurse au#doctor au#coworker au#job au#hospital au
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