#Grim Reaper!Stone x Heartthrob

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"Dance with me."

Grim Reaper turned to the person speaking, a man he knew so well.

Heartthrob.

Captain Fariz "Heartthrob" Shah was an old acquaintance of Grim Reaper's, the closest thing he had to a friend. Standing at 6'6" tall, he was shorter than Grim Reaper, but he was so much warmer. His brown eyes sparkled and his warm brown skin dimpled when he smiled, brightening any room he walked in. Since they were on deployment, his usual beard was shaved clean, giving the thirty-five year old a sense of youth as his rounded jaw was shown off.

He looked... handsome. If Grim Reaper gave it much thought about Heartthrob's appearance.

"What did you say?" Grim Reaper asked, clearly thinking he had misheard. His voice was deep and monotone as always, an air of coldness surrounding him.

No one ever asked to dance, mostly because they were scared of him. And those who weren't scared of him told him he was just a mindless soldier, a weapon. They weren't wrong, Grim Reaper was nothing more than a weapon.

Okay well, he was also Bharat Mishra's son, a man whom he looked so much alike that he took his father's name as his own. He became his father, and the Marine Corps loved it.

Heartthrob's smile hadn't dimmed and he moved closer to Grim Reaper, holding out a calloused hand. "Dance with me, this is my favorite song. I want to dance with you to it," he repeated, as if that made any sense to Grim Reaper.

But Grim Reaper just thought it was one of the odd things about Heartthrob. Because surely the man must be odd to take one look at a mindless soldier like Grim Reaper and decide to befriend him.

Grim Reaper slipped his hand in Heartthrob's, feeling the warmth of the other man's encase his gloved hand. "I don't know how to dance," he murmured as he let Heartthrob lead him onto the bar's dance floor.

"No need for you to, not really." Heartthrob led him to the middle of the dance floor and let go of Grim Reaper's hand, placing his own around Grim Reaper's waist. "Just wrap your arms around my neck and sway. It'll be fun, I promise."

Grim Reaper bit back his initial instinct to say that he never had fun, but he instead just said nothing. He wrapped his burly arms around Heartthrob's neck, something that would make the others wary.

He had snapped so many enemy soldiers' necks so many times over the years and his efficiency for doing so made the others scram whenever he was in arms distance from them.

But not Heartthrob. Heartthrob stayed so close to Grim Reaper, gave him affectionate pats on the shoulders and chest, touched his waist like he was doing now. He wasn't afraid of being hurt, being burned by the intense paranoid that clouded Grim Reaper's ability to make friends.

He always thought people were going to hurt him. That someone was going to poison his food. Drug his drink.

But Heartthrob always took the first bite of Grim Reaper's food and waited minutes before telling him that it was safe to eat. Always taking the first sip so Grim Reaper knew he could drink it safely.

So kind, so... nurturing.

Grim Reaper always wondered what was in it for Heartthrob. Was it so he could boast about taking down Grim Reaper's walls? Was it so he could hurt Grim Reaper when his walls were fully down?

It made him want to pull back from the man.

Grim Reaper went to do just that, but he looked into Heartthrob's eyes and his paranoia melted away. Instead of pulling away, he found himself leaning in. Since they were so close, he could smell Heartthrob's cologne that he had worn to supposedly woo people.

His callsign was Heartthrob, not because he could charm people, but because he couldn't. He was notoriously bad at getting dates, so other Marines started teasing him and calling him a heartthrob. True to his easygoing nature, he never got angry at the teasing, he actually welcomed it. He joined in on making fun of himself on more than one occasion.

"What are you thinking about?" Heartthrob asked as they swayed together. His hands had moved up slightly, on the small of Grim Reaper's back.

He was cradling him. Like Grim Reaper was something—someone—so precious to him.

Grim Reaper replied immediately, "I'm thinking about you."

And he immediately bit his tongue to stop himself from saying more.

He was always too blunt, too honest. He didn't know how to lie, unless it was to save someone's life. Whenever he had to lie to get someone out of a bad situation, it was like a switch flipped in his brain and he could lie. Other times, he was just too honest, saying such vulnerable things.

Which was why he had to be quiet more often. People often didn't like what he said anyways.

Heartthrob seemed amused though, a laugh bubbling up from his chest and escaping from his lips. His brown eyes seemed to sparkle more as a smile Grim Reaper wasn't sure ever left his face came back. "What about me are you thinking about?"

Instead of replying, Grim Reaper just gave him a blank look, which seemed to amuse Heartthrob even more. So much so that he took advantage of Grim Reaper's sheepishness and grabbed one of his gloved hands, twirling Grim Reaper.

It was like the breath left Grim Reaper, a sense of fleeting freedom washed over as he twirled. What was this feeling blooming in his chest, the twitching in his lips?

"You're glowing," Heartthrob murmured, his voice soft like he was in awe as he brought Grim Reaper back into his hold, pulling the other man against his chest. "You like the twirl, hm? I'll keep that in mind."

Grim Reaper's eyebrows furrowed. "I don't what you're talking about."

And he really didn't. He didn't know what emotion he was feeling, why he was even feeling anything.

Shouldn't he be emotionless? His father trained him to be an emotionless soldier, to be molded into whatever the Marine Corps wanted him to be. So what was this foreign emotion that he was feeling?

Heartthrob chuckled. "You looked like you were about to smile," he explained softly, unbothered at having to explain emotions to Grim Reaper. "Your eyes were bright, you looked happy. It's like the world gets so much brighter and you feel like nothing can dim the warmth you feel. Does that sound similar to what you felt?"

"I... I don't know," Grim Reaper admitted, wincing at his own words. He waited with abated breath, waiting for the inevitable scoff and disbelief that he didn't understand what happiness was or what emotion he was feeling.

"That's okay," Heartthrob instead responded with, one of his hands lifting upwards and gently guiding Grim Reaper's head towards his shoulder. "We'll take it one day at a time, help you learn your emotions, together."

Grim Reaper melted in Heartthrob's arms. "You promise?" he asked.

Heartthrob smiled down at Grim Reaper. "I promise, and perhaps we can also see about you giving yourself your own name." His hand was still on the back of Grim Reaper's hair, his fingers gently carding through the black strands.

"I like the name Vikram."

"Vikram, what a beautiful name. I promise, Vikram, I'll be by your side for as long as you'll have me."

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everytime Heartthrob calls Stone "meri Jaan" I'm like that one heart emoji Kermit meme lmfao

-🥀

I was contemplating Heartthrob calling Stone "baby" since both Sarabi and Kali have called Stone that in their respective works, but it didn't seem to fit Heartthrob.

And this man is so in love with Stone, he doesn't get much content so it's not that known, but he is. He's like "I must call Stone "Meri Jaan" because he truly is my life."

I giggle when thinking about Grim Reaper!Stone's Heartthrob calling him "Meri Jaan" because it just shows Grim Reaper that love exists and ugh, I love that for him.

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mindless soldier reader is just so *clutches chest*

one of my favorite tropes is a "weapon" beeing freed from the people using them one way or another an learning how to live as a person. they live with another person (who they might see as a handler) and they're so skittish like an abused dog. flinching from affection, not knowing how to react to praise (or reacting too strongly), always waiting for orders. them being unused to softness and melting at the slightest hint of gentleness it's just so cute

I knowww! That's why Grim Reaper!Stone has my heart.

He has no idea how to be anything more than the weapon he was raised to be. He has known very little praise throughout his life and he has never known softness.

Let me use this as an opportunity to rave about Heartthrob x Grim Reaper!Stone here.

No one has ever smiled at Grim Reaper!Stone, at least not a genuine smile, until Heartthrob does so. Heartthrob honestly is such a good man, a kind man. He has a family who loves him, a life to go home to every deployment.

Everything Grim Reaper!Stone thinks he's not.

But Heartthrob sees the actual man beneath the years of being trained to be a weapon, the man that's trying to get out and be his own person. He sees not Bharat Junior, but a man who has yet to even name himself. A man who has yet to know what type of ice cream is his favorite, his favorite color, what type of music genre he likes to listen to, what books he'd like to read besides the ones he knows his father has read. He sees all of the potential Grim Reaper!Stone has, and he wants to help him reach it.

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So I was rereading the dance scene between Grim Reaper!Stone and Heartthrob (because it lives rent-free in my head) and then the thought of them dancing at their wedding popped into my head.

Grim Reaper is in this beautiful white dress, showing off his curves and his scars. He's melting into Heartthrob's arms, so easily following Heartthrob's lead. His lips are quirked upwards in a small smile, he's glowing.

Heartthrob's holding Grim Reaper so close, his hands splayed across his husband's back. He cradles Grim Reaper against his chest, only letting him be far away when he's twirling him. He relishes in the way Grim Reaper lights up whenever Heartthrob dips him.

Heartthrob singing along to the song playing, singing the words softly into Grim Reaper's ear.

Everyone calling Grim Reaper Vikram Shah because he's going to change both his first and last name, shedding his old self who thought he was a weapon. Grim Reaper sharing a dance with Akhil, because of course his stepson is going to get a special dance with his step-father.

Heartthrob and Grim Reaper having Akhil help with the cutting of the cake, Grim Reaper amused and Heartthrob chuckling when Akhil cuts the cake slice crooked. The three of them feeding each other, both men bending down so their son can feed them the cake easily.

Ugh, it's too cute.

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stone and his variants & the type of dress they would wear and in which situation

Canon!Stone would wear a floor-length black dress when he needs to attend a military ball and he would wear a simple yellow sundress inside his own house, just to feel cute. Even with the dresses he wears to attend military balls, the style is very simplistic and doesn't draw too much attention to him.

Girl Dad!Stone is the same as Canon!Stone, but he once wore a sundress out in public because a mom in the PTA said boys shouldn't wear dresses. The sundress was pink because the mom also said pink is only for girls. Saira was very proud of her father instead of being embarrassed.

Grim Reaper!Stone, he took some time to wear any dress because as he says "weapons don't choose the clothes they wear." But when he starts living for himself and starts trying out new things to figure out what he likes, he finds he really does love wearing dresses. He gets ballgowns, sundresses, any kind of dresses. He has this beautiful black sparkly ballgown that Heartthrob rented a castle for so Grim Reaper could wear the ballgown as they stayed there for a cute little vacation. He loves flowy dresses, whether they're short like sundresses or they're long.

Criminal!Stone usually only wears dresses when he's attending a gala with the mafia boss. This because he usually goes out and deals with whoever the mafia boss wants dealt with, so he doesn't want to dirty a dress with blood. But the dresses he does wear, they're revealing. Every single one of them either has a slit in the middle or at the side of his legs.

Baker!Stone wears sundresses because those won't accidentally catch on fire when he wears them while baking in his bakery. He gets weird looks sometimes, but he doesn't care. He gets more compliments than insults and he just loves sharing where he got his dresses when a customer asks.

Feral!Stone loves wearing only flowy long dresses, preferably red so no one can really see the bloodstains that got on the dresses from when he was hunting in them. He wants every single pair of eyes on him, so they're envious. (No, I don't know why he's so arrogant.)

Serial Killer!Stone actually doesn't wear many dresses because he lives in an abandoned film studio. There are very few dresses in there, dresses that were left there when the film studio was abandoned. He only wears them when he wants to blend in so that he doesn't get arrested (cause he's a wanted man). They're outlandish dresses, colorful and frilly, but somehow they make him blend in with the crowd so he doesn't mind.

Experiment!Stone is already considered a freak with his half-tiger-half-human mutated form, he doesn't give a shit about being looked weirdly at for wearing a dress. Whatever dress catches his eye, he wears. He tends to gravitate towards frilly dresses because it can hide his striped tiger tail and the only reason he wants to hide his tail is because he can't control it from showing his emotions. Even with his mutated form, he looks very pretty.

Vampire!Stone since he covers every inch of his skin so as to not accidentally burn in the sunlight, he wears very modest dresses. You know those cute long-sleeved dresses? Yeah, he loves those. Floor-length dresses when he's going somewhere where it's formal and one of those jumpsuit dresses with pants when it's not exactly formal but he still wants to make a statement. It goes well with the black balaclava that he wears.

Werewolf!Stone is another one who wears primarily sundresses, simply because he helps his pack members with their pups and thus is running around after them. Sundresses are just perfect for him because it gives him room to move and chase after the pups while playing but also it gives him the cuteness he's looking for.

Cult Leader!Stone wears dresses because his followers asked about how he feels with traditional gender roles and that was his answer to it all. He wears the flashiest, yet most modest, dress he can find and he makes it a day for everyone who wants to feel more comfortable wearing dresses (regardless of their gender). He's huge on "clothes have no gender" and he regularly encourages his followers to wear whatever.

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Okay I don't know if it's because of my current love for a "mysterious, withdrawn person x mysterious, withdrawn person who is just slightly a little more outgoing" relationship dynamic or if it's because of my love for friends-to-lovers trope, but I can see Stone x Sarabi being a thing. I know I've only talked their relationship a little bit, how they've bonded over everyone around them being so much more outgoing, but I can see them being drawn towards each other romantically.

I can see them finding solace in their similarities (I know opposites attract is a thing, but you can't tell me some couples are just really similar in personalities) and I can see them falling in love with the small little differences that sets them apart.

They'd both bring out the softer sides of each other but I feel like Sarabi would bring out a softer side of Stone in a way Kali or Heartthrob could never bring out in Stone (or Grim Reaper!Stone, in Heartthrob's case). Like with Sarabi, Stone's more innocent, for a lack of a better term. He'd be so affectionate and want so many cuddles, would giggle at Sarabi's jokes.

(I'm a firm believer that Stone giggles and gets really soft and almost childlike when he really feels super safe with someone.)

And Stone brings out the side of Sarabi that's the hopeless romantic, the one who sees flowers and sees how vibrant the colors are. The side that Sarabi only touches upon for his poetry. Fun fact, Sarabi actually used to bird-watch when he was a kid, and I feel like Stone got him into bird-watching again.

Imagine them settling down somewhere after they've retired, getting Stone his six cats (yes, Sarabi also likes cats so he would definitely let Stone get six). Sarabi grows a little fruits and vegetables garden somewhere where no one can easily get into so Stone knows the fruits and vegetables weren't poisoned or anything. Stone regularly helps Sarabi keep his facial burn scars nice and protected when they're outside, putting sunscreen on the scars.

Speaking of Sarabi and his burn scars, I feel like Stone is the only one who gets to touches them. He's so gentle with touching Sarabi's right side of his face, cradling the cheek so gently as to not give Sarabi any phantom pains. And Sarabi who usually flinches when someone even brushes against his right side just leans into the touch, tilting his head to the side so his entire scarred cheek in Stone's palm.

The moral of the story is that to me, Stone x Sarabi is a great couple and I feel like making an AU where they're married and enjoying being husbands.

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OOOOH loving the new actors au, esp with stone and kali being actors and reader being either a hand on set or their shared assistant. but im leaning towards them being a worker on set, like maybe managing the lights or sound

the dressing room tea must be INSANE between the cast

"oh yeah stone couldnt get to his dressing room. apparently lost the key but for some reason reader had it, wink wink"

"BRO those 2 are gonna ruin the fucking SCENE, we have been at this for 2 hours can kali stop giving stone the goddamn heart eyes?!"

"ppft didya know that there was a time when kali got sick and couldnt make it onto set, but ~somehow~ stone wasnt feeling it either that day. shame we couldnt ask reader, because without them there, the scenes couldnt be shot. meaning they had no reason to be on set either. strange aint it?"

"hey, what's up stone's ass today? moody bloody bastard, aint he today? what, did he not get his good luck kisses from the 2 other blokes?"

"where on gods green earth is kali when you need him?! is he off making out with reader again?! would explain why the lights are all messed up too!"

~ rusty

Heartthrob, in my head: Why does Kali get to be Stone's love interest in this AU too? Why can't I love on a Stone?

Me, pushing him down into my subconscious: You have Grim Reaper!Stone and Stone x Kali are going to be endgame. Please leave me in peace.

(He's feeling left out, but at least Sarabi's content with his Mr. Silent & Mr. Grumpy AU. ((Heartthrob wants to note that Sarabi has been placed in a polycule with Stone, Kali, and Dragon Hybrid!Reader and I would like to remind him that he (((Heartthrob))) wasn't even established as an OC back then.))

Anyways, the gossip would be piping hot. But neither you, Stone, or Kali cares. No one can take away from the fact that Stone is now interacting with the media via talk shows and panels or that Kali's acting has improved even more. And you've been working harder around set too.

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sylvester x heartthrob ft grim reaper stone au where everything is the same except stone's now the eternal 3rd wheel because heartthrob "rescued" him after already befriending/dating syl. and. maybe after being ditched during a mission he shows up on syls and heartthrobs doorstep, instead of just sylvesters. and i like to think it makes more sense this way too, because i see him viewing heartthrob as the key to get back to base asap. sylvester is just sorta there trying to stop mārīte from seeing all the blood on stone

Grim Reaper!Stone being like "Please help me" to Heartthrob and then he proceeds to faint on Heartthrob's and Sylvester's doorstep. So Heartthrob has to sheepishly look at Sylvester and be like "I'll tend to his wounds and also make it up to Mārīte and Akhil if the blood on him traumatizes them. Can I please get him inside?"

And yes, he has to ask Sylvester this despite them both living there because Heartthrob cares about Sylvester not being uncomfortable with the decisions he makes.

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I'm reblogging this because it's just too cute and Grim Reaper!Stone deserves to be loved.

"Dance with me."

Grim Reaper turned to the person speaking, a man he knew so well.

Heartthrob.

Captain Fariz "Heartthrob" Shah was an old acquaintance of Grim Reaper's, the closest thing he had to a friend. Standing at 6'6" tall, he was shorter Grim Reaper, but he was so much warmer. His brown eyes sparkled and his warm brown skin dimpled when he smiled, brightening any room he walked in. Since they were on deployment, his usual beard was shaved clean, giving the thirty-five year old a sense of youth as his rounded jaw was shown off.

He looked... handsome. If Grim Reaper gave it much thought about Heartthrob's appearance.

"What did you say?" Grim Reaper asked, clearly thinking he had misheard. His voice was deep and monotone as always, an air of coldness surrounding him.

No one ever asked to dance, mostly because they were scared of him. And those who weren't scared of him told him he was just a mindless soldier, a weapon. They weren't wrong, Grim Reaper was nothing more than a weapon.

Okay well, he was also Bharat Mishra's son, a man whom he looked so much alike that he took his father's name as his own. He became his father, and the Marine Corps loved it.

Heartthrob's smile hadn't dimmed and he moved closer to Grim Reaper, holding out a calloused hand. "Dance with me, this is my favorite song. I want to dance with you to it," he repeated, as if that made any sense to Grim Reaper.

But Grim Reaper just thought it was one of the odd things about Heartthrob. Because surely the man must be odd to take one look at a mindless soldier like Grim Reaper and decide to befriend him.

Grim Reaper slipped his hand in Heartthrob's, feeling the warmth of the other man's encase his gloved hand. "I don't know how to dance," he murmured as he let Heartthrob lead him onto the bar's dance floor.

"No need for you to, not really." Heartthrob led him to the middle of the dance floor and let go of Grim Reaper's hand, placing his own around Grim Reaper's waist. "Just wrap your arms around my neck and sway. It'll be fun, I promise."

Grim Reaper bit back his initial instinct to say that he never had fun, but he instead just said nothing. He wrapped his burly arms around Heartthrob's neck, something that would make the others wary.

He had snapped so many enemy soldiers' necks so many times over the years and his efficiency for doing so made the others scram whenever he was in arms distance from them.

But not Heartthrob. Heartthrob stayed so close to Grim Reaper, gave him affectionate pats on the shoulders and chest, touched his waist like he was doing now. He wasn't afraid of being hurt, being burned by the intense paranoid that clouded Grim Reaper's ability to make friends.

He always thought people were going to hurt him. That someone was going to poison his food. Drug his drink.

But Heartthrob always took the first bite of Grim Reaper's food and waited minutes before telling him that it was safe to eat. Always taking the first sip so Grim Reaper knew he could drink it safely.

So kind, so... nurturing.

Grim Reaper always wondered what was in it for Heartthrob. Was it so he could boast about taking down Grim Reaper's walls? Was it so he could hurt Grim Reaper when his walls were fully down?

It made him want to pull back from the man.

Grim Reaper went to do just that, but he looked into Heartthrob's eyes and his paranoia melted away. Instead of pulling away, he found himself leaning in. Since they were so close, he could smell Heartthrob's cologne that he had worn to supposedly woo people.

His callsign was Heartthrob, not because he could charm people, but because he couldn't. He was notoriously bad at getting dates, so other Marines started teasing him and calling him a heartthrob. True to his easygoing nature, he never got angry at the teasing, he actually welcomed it. He joined in on making fun of himself on more than one occasion.

"What are you thinking about?" Heartthrob asked as they swayed together. His hands had moved up slightly, on the small of Grim Reaper's back.

He was cradling him. Like Grim Reaper was something—someone—so precious to him.

Grim Reaper replied immediately, "I'm thinking about you."

And he immediately bit his tongue to stop himself from saying more.

He was always too blunt, too honest. He didn't know how to lie, unless it was to save someone's life. Whenever he had to lie to get someone out of a bad situation, it was like a switch flipped in his brain and he could lie. Other times, he was just too honest, saying such vulnerable things.

Which was why he had to be quiet more often. People often didn't like what he said anyways.

Heartthrob seemed amused though, a laugh bubbling up from his chest and escaping from his lips. His brown eyes seemed to sparkle more as a smile Grim Reaper wasn't sure ever left his face came back. "What about me are you thinking about?"

Instead of replying, Grim Reaper just gave him a blank look, which seemed to amuse Heartthrob even more. So much so that he took advantage of Grim Reaper's sheepishness and grabbed one of his gloved hands, twirling Grim Reaper.

It was like the breath left Grim Reaper, a sense of fleeting freedom washed over as he twirled. What was this feeling blooming in his chest, the twitching in his lips?

"You're glowing," Heartthrob murmured, his voice soft like he was in awe as he brought Grim Reaper back into his hold, pulling the other man against his chest. "You like the twirl, hm? I'll keep that in mind."

Grim Reaper's eyebrows furrowed. "I don't what you're talking about."

And he really didn't. He didn't know what emotion he was feeling, why he was even feeling anything.

Shouldn't he be emotionless? His father trained him to be an emotionless soldier, to be molded into whatever the Marine Corps wanted him to be. So what was this foreign emotion that he was feeling?

Heartthrob chuckled. "You looked like you were about to smile," he explained softly, unbothered at having to explain emotions to Grim Reaper. "Your eyes were bright, you looked happy. It's like the world gets so much brighter and you feel like nothing can dim the warmth you feel. Does that sound similar to what you felt?"

"I... I don't know," Grim Reaper admitted, wincing at his own words. He waited with abated breath, waiting for the inevitable scoff and disbelief that he didn't understand what happiness was or what emotion he was feeling.

"That's okay," Heartthrob instead responded with, one of his hands lifting upwards and gently guiding Grim Reaper's head towards his shoulder. "We'll take it one day at a time, help you learn your emotions, together."

Grim Reaper melted in Heartthrob's arms. "You promise?" he asked.

Heartthrob smiled down at Grim Reaper. "I promise, and perhaps we can also see about you giving yourself your own name." His hand was still on the back of Grim Reaper's hair, his fingers gently carding through the black strands.

"I like the name Vikram."

"Vikram, what a beautiful name. I promise, Vikram, I'll be by your side for as long as you'll have me."

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