Like Real People Do - Randy Meeks x GN!Reader
this is the first part of my hozier song inspired fics! linked below (eventually) will be the masterlist for the series, as well as the song. I hope you enjoy.
like real people do - hozier
WORD COUNT: 645
WARNINGS: death, grave digging, weird sense of love, randy is reanimated in a way, gore/death description, not sure what warnings to include tbh, please lmk if you think i should add anything else
The dirt clung to his clothing, roots wrapping around his legs in a never-ending hug. Flowers had begun to bloom from his skin, wolfsbane petals surrounding his body. His eyes were closed, the ghost of a smile on his lips, and if you didn’t know any better, you would have assumed he was asleep.
Had you not dug him up from the grave yourself, you could’ve been fooled. Randy Meeks. Wolf. A name fitting for the flowers that sprouted from within him. Tentatively, you caress his face, his skin pale and cold. You wonder what he was like when he was alive.
Was he funny? Was he a protector or a coward? Had he been loved like he should have been? So many questions, none of which could be answered by his gravestone. A slab of grey, it was intact unlike the others that surrounded it. An alien head was carved into it, the black eyes of the creature catching your own. Underneath were the words ‘Do not weep, for he is a lightyear away,’ followed by his name and the date he was born and the date he died.
Four months ago he died, only 19. As your eyes search his face, a pang of sadness rips through you. Unable to help yourself, you cry. Leaning over the body of a man you had never met yet seemed to know, you cry, your tears dripping onto his skin. How could someone so young, so handsome, so innocent be taken from the world as early as he had.
“Wha…?” Your eyes snap open and you stumble backwards, your mouth agape. The body was talking. The body was moving. You watch as the body opens its eyes, it’s pupils dilated almost completely. His eyes were blue, a white film over the entire eye from his death, and they moved around quickly, searching their surroundings, before landing on you. “Who…”
“I’m Y/N.” You respond slowly, wondering if you really had gone crazy. But watching as the corpse sits up, it’s limbs moving slowly, stiff, you know you aren’t. He was back. He was alive.
His fingers brush over the flowers growing from his stomach, his eyebrows scrunched together. “I died. How… how am I here?”
“I dug you up.” You say it so simply that it shocks yourself just as much as it shocks him. Swallowing hard, suddenly aware of how nervous you were and how sweaty your palms were, you give him a smile. “Your gravestone… I couldn’t help myself. I felt drawn to you, like I needed to be with you somehow.”
He nods, his eyes searching your face. To your relief he smiles at you, reaching a hand out to your face. When his fingers touch your face, your eyes close at the feeling; he was cold, his fingers were covered in dirt and moss, and yet they felt perfect. You felt as though he was made to hold you like this.
You lean in, the smell of rot and decay mixed with fresh soil burning your nose, and kiss him. His tongue slips into your mouth with ease, his grip on your face tightening. He was intoxicating, his body, despite the damage, moved as if he had just woken from a nap.
“Take me home with you,” He whispers, pulling back and looking at you. His stare was intense. “I need to be with you. You brought me back, I couldn’t leave here. Not without you by my side.” You think for a moment, trying to wrap your mind around everything. You had brought him back. He was dead and now he wasn’t. The flowers were still embedded in him, the roots wrapped around his legs still tightly, and the smell of death followed him with each movement.
None of that mattered to you.
“I could never leave you. We belong together.”
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