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A Friend in Death

Fandom: Avengers Pairing: Tony Stark & Male!Reader Summary: Death is something to fear and yet Tony sees him as if he's an old friend Word Count: 1,766

"Have you ever met death?"

Tony looked up from his tinkering to look at Peter, who had stopped doing his homework to ask such a dark question. Peter was naturally curious about everything and that's why Tony liked the boy, but sometimes his curiosity could be so morbid.

"Oh, yeah, we're like good friends."

"That's...." Peter trails off before meeting Tony's eyes, "Not comforting."

Peter looked somewhat worried, Tony would go back to his tinkering, but he knows the boy's tendency to keep the conversation going. He waited for Peter to gather his thoughts, he watched Peter straighten his back before leaning his arms against the worktable.

"But, didn't Thor tell us about his sister Hela? Isn't she the goddess of death?"

"Yes, for them and anyone who worships them. But, the death I met, is, let's say, universal. This is the death that is waiting for you, picking you up to take you to the afterlife. Death comes to those who don't believe, half believe and anything in between."

"And you've met him?"

"More than I would like, and he could probably say the same."

"What's he like?"

"You know you're not supposed to be here."

Tony gasped awake and was met with (e/c) eyes. They were inviting but at the same time cold. Tony slowly sits up, his eyes focusing on the figure in front of him, who was crouched next to him

"Who are you?"

"I don't think you'd like the answer."

"Oh, god," Tony shudders, his mind racing and if this is what he is thinking, then it was justified reason to start panicking, "I'm dead, aren't I?"

"Yes and no."

"What?" Tony was confused, tilting his head to the side with furrowed eyebrows, "You're death."

"That I am, but you're in limbo as you humans call it - You're dead but not fully if you get me," You say softly, holding a hand out to him, "And call me (y/n), I found that humans feel more at ease being around me when they don't call me death."

"(Y/n)?" Tony was very confused by this whole situation, you drop the hand knowing Tony would not take it, "Also, you look like one of us."

"Eh, I picked it out from the handful of human names and animal names I've encountered and thought it suited me. Trust me, I've been through so wild names, but I like (Y/n)," You shrugged your shoulders then continue to answer his questions, "Also, human form puts you, funny little humans, at ease. I'm not completely heartless. But, if you prefer my other form-"

"No!" Tony exclaimed, you raised an eyebrow at him, "No, this is somewhat....comforting?"

"Well, that's good."

There was silence between the two of you. Tony looks at you, and you looked back expectantly and again, a hand stretched out, waiting for more questions - after all, you are one of the only beings who had answers.

"So, what do you mean I'm not fully dead?"

You sighed, knowing Tony wouldn't take your hand as you stand up, stretching your back - as if it did anything for you. Tony stayed on the floor, his eyes staying on you.

"I mean that you're not to supposed to die yet," You explained, giving him a pointed look, "It's not your time yet, you have a few more years to go."

"A few!?"

"Poor choice of words, few can be ten, fifteen, twenty years from now."

"Right."

"So, I'm sending you back, no hard feelings alright? I'll see you in a few."

"Did you miss me?"

Once again, Tony gasped awake, this time looking around him, last time he was here he didn't take notice of his surrounding. He noticed that he could see his body, and-

"Don't pay attention to that," You say, drawing his attention to you, "You've made quite a mess in New York, haven't you?"

"You speak to me as if I'm a child."

"Well, in comparison, you are."

Tony huffs, taking his eyes away from you. He swears this is his fourth, maybe fifth time meeting you. After almost dying to his godfather and a palladium poisoning. He doesn't really want to acknowledge you yet as he can see Thor, Steve and Hulk towering over him. He sees the wreckage that Loki had brought upon New York.

"Did it work?"

"Huh? Oh, flying the missile up to the wormhole, yeah, it worked."

"So, I'm dead."

You chuckled, crossing your arms over your chest, "No."

"But-" You give him a pointed look, "Right, limbo, not my time yet, gotcha."

You nodded before placing a hand on his shoulder, "You're an interesting being I do have to say, Tony."

"I think I should be flattered?"

"I see too many people walk through limbo, ready to accept their fate in their afterlife. It's rare to see someone come here and not be accepted by the afterlife, not once but multiple times."

"Perhaps, there's a reason."

"It's not ready for you, Tony," You softly soothe him, even in your presence he seemed to relax, "Trust in me, Tony, for I am death and I know when I will be taking you. You still have to show the world that you're Tony Stark, you still have a lot of growing to do before you come to me."

"Are you sending me back?"

"I can't hold you here any longer, so yeah."

"Uh, I think I'm ready, I wasn't ready last time."

You smirked at him, placing your fingers on his forehead. Pushing it back to the land of the living.

"I'm starting to think you like me."

"I promise you I am not doing it on purpose."

You chuckled, this time upon meeting, you had your scythe. It was exactly what he imagined it to be and more. It stood up by itself, and he could see black smoke swirling up the scythe. He looks at you, and you stared at him sincerely, your arms crossed over your chest and leaning against your scythe.

"I'm starting not to believe you."

"Well, I guess I have to visit a friend every so often," Tony shrugs as you rolled your eyes, "We are friends right?"

"I guess, you've seen me more than I like."

"So, what's my cause of death this time?"

"You're horrible, you know that?" You say in amusement before standing straight and grabbing your scythe, "You really need to learn who to trust, Tony."

"Steve?"

"Used your father's shield and smashed it into your arc reactor," You say in distaste, it was the first Tony heard you talk like that, even your facial expression was showing disgust.

"Are you allowed to have an opinion?"

"Hey, I'm death, I can be as caring or terrifying as I want to be. I know everyone's life history. Trust me, having an opinion makes this transition easy."

"So, I'm done now?"

You laughed, a little more than Tony would have liked, "I think you know the answer to that."

Tony sighed, "I don't like this, coming back to life really takes it out on the human body."

"I figured as much, maybe make a better decision?"

"You're hilarious," Tony replied dryly.

You grinned, tilting your head to the side, "Tony, from the greatness of my unexisting heart - your time will come and you will know when. I will always be there to greet you like an old friend."

"I guess that's comforting."

"I guess it is comforting to know that my parents and uncle Ben got to the afterlife safely," Peter hums before looking back down at his homework, "Thanks, Tony!"

"No worries, kid."

Tony did miss you, even though each interaction was a few minutes long. There was something about you that was so welcoming to him, but then he thinks to himself - you are death, after all. You are supposed to be caring for those who deserve it.

Perhaps, it was his reason to keep going on in life, you have shown him nothing but kindness and care, deep down he knows that he's a good person to receive such treatment. He tries not to think about death, but he can't help but find comfort.

Knowing you're on the other side with a smile on your face.

He had no fear of dying anymore, the fear of the unknown after this life was non-existent. He was sucked back into reality when Peter threw a paper aeroplane at his head. He looked at the teenager and smiled, Tony relaxed his shoulders - life was looking up now.

"Hello, old friend."

Tony, for the first time, did not gasp awake. He felt peaceful and he could lie in his spot all day. He slowly opens his eyes and is met with the sight of a clear blue sky. He slowly sat up and saw he was in a field of flowers, a fresh scent of grass and off to the distance, he could see trees.

"So, this is it?"

"I don't think you'll like the answer."

Tony hummed, looking over at you. Your scythe standing next to you as you were crouched down next to him with your cloak draped over you, the hood resting nicely on your head.

"You're awfully quiet, Tony," You pointed out, poking his cheek, "You know most people beg to go back once they know they're dead."

"I've prepared myself."

"No doubt about that," You mumbled, before clearing your throat, "Welcome to the afterlife!"

"It's not much."

"I can't seem to please you can I?" You teased, before sighing as Tony seemed fixated on something else, "Tony, this is your afterlife, you're little paradise. I am not supposed to tell you things that happen here because it's yours, and in a few years your family will return to you."

"Like Pepper?" Tony questioned, hopefulness in his voice, "Happy? Rhodey?"

"And Peter and Morgan," You finished, tilting your head to the side as your gentle stare bore into Tony's eyes, "It'll be a few years for them, but, for you? It'll be like yesterday you just died."

"Will they be okay? You know, without me?"

You softly smile at him, "They will struggle with their grief, but they'll be okay."

"You know, (y/n), thank you. You've made coming to terms with this so easy."

"It's not common I find someone returning to me before their time, multiple times if I must add. But, I treasure friends and they will receive the best from what death can offer.

You stand up, giving a hand out to him.

"Now, Tony, will you finally take my hand?

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Better Off

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries/The Originals Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Male!Reader Summary: It's a vicious circle, but Klaus wants to break it. Word Count: 1,188

It wasn't a rare sight to see you and Klaus arguing.

All his siblings know that your relationship was toxic, but at the same time, it just worked. It made sense for you two to be together. You've been on and off with Klaus for hundreds of years, you two got along like a house on fire and Klaus was the one who started the fire.

You don't understand, neither does Klaus and nor do his siblings. But, there was something unspeakable about your relationship that made everything make sense.

One day, you two would have a screaming match in whatever house the family has occupied. Then, other days, you two look at each other as if you put the stars in the sky for each other. There was passion as much as there was hatred in the relationship, and yet, the two of you cannot spilt for too long.

You could say that you and Klaus were far too similar, after all, two idiots coming back to each other after another failed run of the relationship - you two must share something in common.

"I hate to admit this, but you have to find (Y/n) again," Elijah commented, as Klaus glares at him, "And you know that I am right about this."

"Elijah, you heard him last time, he wants nothing to do with me or this family."

"Well, you might be twisting his words there, brother, as I can recall he bid you hell and only to you."

"It makes me feel better that his bidding was stretched to the rest of the family."

Elijah can only roll his eyes, as he wanders away from his brother's mood. It had been the same for the past few years now, his mood usually drops whenever you're not around permanently. Klaus knows this, but his ego is too big to admit to it.

Klaus says he wants to murder you, get you out of his life forever, and yet he can't. He is met with your eyes, and he falls in love again. Because of that, he doesn't want to even consider killing you, he knows the feeling of love and he enjoys it because it's coming from you.

So, when you randomly saw him in the middle of the street in the middle of the night, Klaus thinks it is too much of a coincidence for this to happen. And yet, you stand across him at two metre distance.

"Come back."

"No."

Klaus scoffs at your response, you give out no emotion and Klaus hates it, he wants to see you all smiling with him. He fears that you're true to your word this time and that you don't want to be with him at all.

"Pl-"

"No," You stood your ground, not wanting to hear him, "Be a man, Klaus, I'm not going to come running back into your arms, not this time."

What does it mean to be a man now?

What does it take to understand how?

Klaus took his time, he never got it right the first time, nor the fifth or thirtieth time and he wish he could. He wishes it was that simple, but there was nothing simple about you. You were extraordinary, Klaus was very much aware of that, he knew the terms of getting with you. You're everything he's not and yet at the same time, you were.

He knows you're saying goodbye again, and it would be the constant beg from Klaus for many years ahead.

He wishes he could go back to the first time, a few hundred years back, just to feel the pure love and joy from you. He wonders if you ever think back to that, maybe that's why you two just draw each other like a moth to a flame. And, seeing you in front of him in all your glory, he doubts he can live another day without you.

"(Y/n), you're the only man I've loved."

"Klaus," You trailed off, your tone surprisingly gentle, "I loved you too at some point, but there was the fine line between the hybrid I hated and the man I adore. I need a man who I love wholeheartedly."

"What do you mean you need a man?"

"Why do I need another let down?" You replied and that stabbed Klaus in the heart, as you gulp down nerves.

"I don't wanna fight unless it's for each other," Klaus admits, he hates how you can bring out such a human side of him, "I can't imagine what you're thinking; I just want you back home and I'm gonna apologise till we get better."

"Nik..."

"I doubt you want to take time to hear me, but, I don't want to be alone, I'm not better off without you. I'm not afraid to beg."

"Niklaus Mikaelson doesn't beg."

"Only for you."

You looked touched, and this was the first emotion he's seen from this interaction, you looked conflicted. You missed Klaus, and maybe you kind of went on a search for him, you craved the electricity between the two of you. Admittedly, you missed his charming pick up lines, and how he would treat you like a king, he would move the earth if it means to be with you.

"We both know we're wrong so can we move on to the future we had?"

You looked at Klaus, this was a sight not many people see. This was side only reserved for you, he was compassionate. He had the words of a poet just reserved for you, he let down all his walls because of you. He felt safe in your presence, and you both know deep down that you will always belong to each other.

"I want to make our love last."

You stood in silence, Klaus doesn't beg and his begging doesn't sound like begging. But, you know him awfully well, and those tender words he had spoken to you were his pleads for you to come back in his life.

"I hope you realise," You hummed, as Klaus looked at you curiously, "We were once humans, and the Gods have fashioned us for love."

He nods, wondering what words will be spoken next, he might have a poet's words but you always returned them with a wise man's words.

"That it is our greatest glory."

You let your shoulders deflate because you see him standing there, all pathetic, you cannot help but think that you just want to wrap him into your arms and shield him away from the horrors he had to face without you.

And, just like that, you are ready to accept him once again in your life - you do wonder to yourself if you're going to regret this decision, but one look from Klaus shows you that he was willing to try and be better. You sighed in defeat as you held your hand out to him, he comes over to feel the warm touch of yours. He looks at you, knowing you weren't finished with what you were saying.

You squeeze his hand.

"And it is our greatest tragedy."

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