#Jahal Amanchjek

[marijane-akuma]

Two perculiar souls

“Kravitz had seen a lot of people react to seeing him, seeing him in his nice looking flesh, or his more professional, grimmer looking skeletal form that Taako would not stop teasing him about when it happened on accident or when he was flustered.

He had had yet to see someone start crying from happiness upon the realization that they died.”

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Parings: Taako/Kravitz, my OCs Jahal/Karanis

I did a thing and cried while writing - some gore involved in like, one paragraph

In all the time he had served as a bounty hunter for the Raven Queen, Kravitz had seen a lot of souls, a lot of families ripped apart, lovers, parents and children, friends and even enemies that sometimes were more dependant on each other than they thought - until it was too late. He had seen the living grieve and cry and shout and be as silent as the corpse in front of them, trapped in shock. He had had people come with him without much fuss, they had made peace with the inevitable and those souls were truly pleasant to reap. He had had people try to beg him for more time, he had had necromancers, he had had some people even try to flirt with him - heck, one particular elf even succeeded and wouldn’t let any opportunity go to waste if it meant that he could tell people he was dating the grim reaper.

So when he stepped through the rift between planes and saw the massacre of a traincrash before him and all the souls waiting to be collected, he didn’t spare them a glance except for the one assigned to him.

A fairly young, human man, maybe early twenties, with skin even darker than his own and even though they both had dreadlocks, the ones of the man were much thinner, had glass and wooden pearly threaded onto them and probably reached almost to his knees, unlike Kravitz’s much shorter ones that only brushed his shoulder blades when hanging free.

He was sitting next to his own corpse, still and watching. Kravitz suspected he was in shock, like a few others, which was almost to be expected after such a sudden death. Upon closer inspection though, the soul was simply calm and sad, watching the scene in front of him with worry and grieve, but silent, as a beautiful elven man with a striking amount of white hair clutched his corpse desperately. And then, as Kravitz fully manifested the skin over his bones, although muffled by the separation of planes, he heard the crying, the begging.  

 “Jahal! Jahal Ah can’t - ya can’t leave me Ah- what am Ah supposed ta do without you?! Ah can’t - ya can’t leave, Ah beg of you, don’t leave me, don’t, please, Ah’ll do anythin’, please, Please! Ye’re all Ah live fer Ah can’t - how could Ah go on wi- go on without ya, Ah can’t, please, Jahal, don’t do this ta me, don’t leave, stay wi- don’t leave me here alone, don’t, anything, anything, no, nO!” his sobbing took over and the words were too garbled to understand anymore, he seemed to slip into an entire different language then too that Kravitz’s omnipresence refused to translate.

Well, that was...odd. He would ask the Raven Queen later.

 “I can’t even say goodbye, can I?” the soul asked, mourning clear in his voice, yet he seemed calm, too calm, but not shock-calm.

 “You can’t, it would be against every rule.” the man let out a sigh, and yet did not move, didn’t even look at Kravitz, only watched on. His eyes became shiny with unshed tears, but he blinked them away quickly, not wanting to miss a single second.

 “I knew it would come to this, sooner or later.” he says, a slight tremble in his voice. But Kravitz knew this tone, knew when someone spoke like that they expected this scenario for a long time now. “I knew that I would die before him, either by time or because of something like this.” he weakly gestured to the wreckage. “I knew that and he knew that and he still stayed with me. Still allowed this inevitable torture to happen.” he takes a shaky breath, to steady himself, twists the ring on his finger. “But this is… the worst outcome. Sure, it’s quick, we were happy just a few minutes ago. But this…” he sighs and now Kravitz looks from the soul to the weeping elf. And if he still had a heartbeat it might have just stopped.

 He was a grim reaper. He dealt with necromancers. He had seen a lot. But this? This was unheard of. He watched as the elf’s left leg seemed to rebuilt itself out of nothing, centimeter by centimeter the bone grew back, followed by flesh and skin. Watched organs pull themselves back into the body. The long bleeding gash over his back closed itself up to leave only smooth skin crossed by an uncountable lighter decolorations in its wake, like the wound hadn’t even been there in the first place. He watched the mortally wounded man heal from mangled to perfectly fine, although the leg took much longer. He watched as black goop slowly oozed out of wounds and formed armor over them, instead of red blood staining the ground.

 “He’s not a necromancer, heck, he isn’t even a healer. He didn’t even do this to himself!” desperation and hurt and anger mixed together “Someone else did this to him, tortured him, and yet - and yet he choose to love me anyway, he choose this despite knowing something like this would happen.” he couldn’t hold back the tears anymore, cried alongside his loved one but didn’t dare to look away, even as his composure crumbled, his shoulders sagged “We were on our way to my sister’s wedding, we were going to dance, finally open my flower shop, we wanted to- we bought a house and he finally felt safe and secure enough to settle in one place, he could finally sleep through the night when I lied down next to him, we were going to adopt a child we- I” he caught his breath and seemed to choke on it, yet gulped down more to press on “he said I was his whole life, I was his reason to live, and I know it’s true, I finally- finally made him smile and I can’t-” he sobbed “and now I can’t even say goodbye.” he couldn’t hold it in any longer and doubled over, tears flowing through the gaps between his fingers and through the digits themslves as he covered his face with his hands.

Kravitz had seen so many deaths, so many couples ripped apart from each other, but now… now he knew what if felt like to be in love again, to devote his whole heart to one person and his chest hurt. Rules were rules. Kravitz, only hesitating for a moment, but then firmly, put a hand on one of the man’s shoulders.

“We have to go.” he said, successfully not choking on his words. The man sobbed, looked up again at his lover, and nodded. He let Kravitz gently lead him through a new rift, clutching himself in a hug. Once they were on the other side, the man took large gulps of breath, seemingly not realizing yet that he didn’t even need to breath anymore. Something like that occurred all too often.

“Can I - they always say the dead watch over the living can I- is there any chance that I can at least see him? I mean” he took more steadying breaths, tears still flowing and shoulders still trembling “I know I can’t - we won’t be able to talk or, or interact, I know that but, can I at least - watch? Over him? Just for reassurance? Is that possible?” the man just died and yet could only worry about the other. Kravitz’s finger itched for his stone of far-speech, craved for the lazy drawl in Taako’s voice. Kravitz frowned, dark eyebrows knitting together. The man became slightly desperate, clutching himself harder “At least, a peak? Sometimes? Or- or like, an update? Something like that? Anything?” Kravitz hesitated at the desperation clearly projected by the man’s whole being.

“I can…” the rules had certain...loopholes “...I can give you updates, yes. Sometimes. If your…”

“Husband.” the man supplied quickly.

“...if your husband is somehow involved.” the man bit his lower lip, suddenly calm, like a switch had been flipped over.

 “Is there… punishment here...for certain people?” Kravitz’s eyebrows lifted in surprise.

 “There is indeed, yes. But you never dabbled in necromancy, did you?” this soul had been assigned to Kravitz, almost pure as snow, a pleasant surprise so to speak. The mortals couldn’t possibly have found a way to worm themselves out of the Raven Queen’s system, right? The man licked his lips.

 “Ah, no, I mean… what if you killed someone?” he hesitated “Actually, let’s say quite a number of someones?” he fidgeted, another residue of being alive, and shifted in his place, which was a questionable achievement seeing as they weren’t technically standing on any ground.

 “Well… I mean… we only really care if someone tries to escape the natural order of things or tries to bring someone back, as the Raven Queen can’t really be bothered by mortal morality standards, so…” the man seemed relieved, then stiffened up again.

 “Can we… talk in private over that ‘escaping the natural order’ thing?” Jahal asked, throwing glances at the other reapers that passed by or the occasional soul trying to listen in.

 And Kravitz listened with rapt attention as the newly deceased husband sat with him in his office and told the reaper everything, from gruesome experiments and from an elf that couldn’t die, no matter how often his heart had already stopped beating.

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 Kravitz was, to say the least, slightly unsettled by this assignment. The Raven Queen only gave him date and time, smiled that smile that meant she knew something, that smile that she took over from the goddess of fate -so, her girlfriend- that smile that meant she found this possibly amusing, but also possibly nerve-cutting for Kravitz. Sure, he completely trusted his goddess, but she had a sense of humor he didn’t always necessarily share.

When he stepped through the rift, he found himself in a nicely decorated home, although here and there, in little details that seemed to scream at him, he could see abandonment. The kind of abandonment when people had stopped caring about life - it was sad, truly. But at least for those people he could be a sort of - relieve. When people started to view their lives not worth to life, it became torture, every intake of breath a grim reminder of being imprisoned in a cage of flesh and bones and a heartbeat.

Kravitz had seen a lot of people react to seeing him, seeing him in his nice looking flesh, or his more professional, grimmer looking skeletal form that Takko would not stop teasing him about when it happened on accident or when he was flustered.

He had had yet to see someone start crying from happiness upon the realization that they died.

“Fer all that is holy and unholy, please tell me ye’re the grim reaper and ‘ere ta collect mah soul.” a voice spoke up. And he was faced with an almost ethereally beautiful elven man -even more beautiful than Taako, although Kravitz would never even admit it in his head that he just thought that- with white hair and a silver eye and an accent so unique he instantly recognized it. Oh. So that’s why she had been smiling.

The train crash.

The experiment, the immortal - Jahal’s husband.

Kravitz smiled.

“He’s waiting.” he opened another rift as the soul in front of him broke out in a bright, sharp-toothed smile - and a sob.

 “So was Ah.” the soul almost ran through the rift and before Kravitz could even close it again after going through it himself, he already heard the happy laughter of soulmates reunited.

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Two perculiar Souls

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by Marijane_Akuma

Kravitz had seen a lot of people react to seeing him, seeing him in his nice looking flesh, or his more professional, grimmer looking skeletal form that Taako would not stop teasing him about when it happened on accident or when he was flustered.

He had had yet to see someone start crying from happiness upon the realization that they died.

Words: 1934, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Adventure Zone (Podcast)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kravitz (The Adventure Zone), Taako (The Adventure Zone), Taako Tacco, Karanis

Relationships: Kravitz/Taako (The Adventure Zone), Karanis/Jahal Amanchjek

Additional Tags: gosh I cried while writing, Sad, very painful, why do i do this to them, Drabble, very short, Happy Ending tho, Hurt, Death, seperation via death

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[marijane-akuma]

An AU Prompt from Twitter, by the lovely @yourauneeds

Karanis ain´t accepting the shit they tryna throw at him yo 

....sorry

[marijane-akuma]

it was a cute prompt and I really couldn´t resist - it´s really fun to work on these little thngs every now and then to avoid a writer´s block!

Spoiler: Jahal is a cute little shit like he always is

[marijane-akuma]

It´s a Hard Raleationship If One Has a Troubled Past

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all the works with these two ...let´s say cuties

Enjoy!

Let´s be honest, a relationship isn´t easy. Even less if it´s a serious one. There are tribulations and sweet times, ups and downs. But it gets really hard when one member has a troubled past. And boy did Karanis have one hell of a past.

Jahal noticed little things as their relationship went on. After Kanri told Jahal what had happened in his life so far, what he was, the little things not only became more and more, they suddenly made sense. Sometimes, it made Jahal sick, he was terrified by what happened to his love. And both knew it would never leave him.

 Everyone who ever baked a cake from scratch knows that dough is sticky and hard to remove. Not so with Kanris skin, it seemed. It took two seconds after he held his hands under running water for the dough to be gone. Jahal saw the other stare for a moment as he himself struggled with removing the sticky substance from his hands. The littler one turned away quickly. When they painted a wall over, Jahal quickly discovered that it was the same with paint as it was with dough. And glue. Basically nothing seemed to be able to stick long to the dark, olive hued skin or the white hair.

 Jahal placed lazy kisses over the thin shoulder of the other at this Saturday morning when something sprang to his eyes. Again. Kanri had many scars, especially on his back, but also on his arms, hands, legs, feet, shoulders and chest. They had all forms and shapes possible, but… still… there was only smooth skin. You wouldn´t even call it scars, just marks maybe, discolorations. But Kanri explained that they were his equivalent of scars, though it took far more than a hundred times of damage for them to actually show up. Jahal could say what had been cutting, ripping, burning and cauterizing. Cuts, apparently, needed the most attempts to leave a mark. He had more cut-marks than anything else.

 When Jahal woke up this night, it was to heavy trashing and grunts. He knew it would be his death certificate if he tried waking Kanri up or, god beware, hold him still. He knew, if there was trashing, it was best to shove him out of bed. And that he did. He only tried holding him down once, which nearly got him killed. Still, Jahal quickly slid from the bed and pulled the littler into a firm hug. Kanri panted and trembled, cried even, but was awake… well, sort of. Jahal whispered him he was save, he was free, Jahal wouldn´t go. He was save. He was free. He wasn´t alone. All the while, Karanis mumbled about liquid filled tubes, hands that held him down and electric shocks that wouldn´t end. Again men and women in white coats. They were always there, never leaving him, never stopping the testing.

 “Ah!” the knife slipped from Jahals hands, it was wet and his hands were slick from the soap. Kanri caught it before it could clatter to the floor – though, he grabbed the blade, not the handle. A few seconds later, blood trickled to the floor and Karanis swore silently as he held his hand, still clutching the knife, over the sink. He swore because the blood would probably leave stains, not because there was a knife literally in is hand. Still shocked, Jahal eased Kanris grip around the knife and rinsed the cut with water. He was about to reach for the first aid kit, but a hand on his upper arm stopped him. “You know I don´t need it.” Karanis said calming, maybe even a bit bemused. And he was right. The first aid kit was only for Jahal, since he didn´t have a crazy healing factor. With an amused sigh, Karanis still let the taller wrap a bit of cloth around his hand – it would be fine in a minute, but the taller wouldn´t stop trying anyway. Karanis was probably one of the most indestructible things of the world, but Jahal still treated him like he was made of porcelain. Karanis wouldn´t trade it for anything.

 “Ya better put that thing down. Someone might get hurt.” Karanis growled, his accent thick with anger. Two idiots decided it would be a good idea to try to rob them. The pair was just walking down the street after a visit to the cinema, when Jahal was pulled into an alley. Karanis cursed as he saw the two men. One was bulky and held Jahal from behind with and arm around his throat, the other aimed a gun at him. Calmly, Karanis walked into the alley. “Yeah, your friend here will if you don´t hand me your money.” The smaller robber with the gun gave Kanris shoulder bag a pointed look. “Don´t think so.” The smaller replied.

As he walked closer to the man with the gun, it was, just as planned, pointed at him. “Stop there!” the man caught on quickly that something was wrong. You don´t walk over to someone with a gun that calmly. Karanis didn´t even flinch as he walked further. They backed off.

“I said stop there!” there was a tremble in his voice as he released the safety catch. He was panicking, probably doing his first crime. Karanis pressed on, mere three meters away.

The silencer on the gun hindered the first shot to ring through the alley. Karanis stopped for a moment, glanced at the shot in his chest, then made his way to the man. A second bullet in his chest didn´t hinder him from ripping the gun from the mans grip and smashing it to the ground. “Know what´s funny ´bout guns?” he asked. The bulky man behind Jahal moved to flee but stayed in his place. The man in front of Karanis trembled at the piercing look in the blank face. Karanis stomped down on the gun, destroying it. “People think they work.” He hissed, before he punched the man. The punch not only broke the jaw, it also sent the man flying. Literally flying. He crashed into the ground with a grunt, the bulky man was gone before he landed. Karanis coughed before he spit out the bullets, along with some bits of dark blood. “Ergh, those always taste horrible.”

 “You like the movie, huh?”

Kanri looked up, though he didn´t lift his head from Jahals shoulder. His face was, as nearly always, without any expression.

Jahal smiled bemused. “I know because you smiled a few times.” He explained softly.

Karanis… struggled with showing emotions. Not that he didn´t have them, they were boiling and bubbling in him nearly all the time, but he hardly showed them. His face was blank most of the time without him even noticing. It was residue from the time at the facility – showing emotions there would have been his immediate death certificate.

The smaller still stared up with a blank face, his eyes wide though. Slowly, hesitantly, and easily missed, he lifted the corners of his mouth. For Kanris standards, that was a real smile, an honest one, most of all.

As Kanri looked backed to the screen, Jahal smiled. Showing emotions without noticing meant progress. “Yeah, I do.” Kanri mumbled as he snuggled just a bit closer.

[marijane-akuma]

Plot generator: Kanri is concerned by a bully and Jahal comes to the rescue.

What you, dear plot generator, don´t know, is, who will be in need of rescue.

Omg, this was so much fun.

“Hey freak.” Some shouted down the corridor while Karanis took the books he would need next out of his locker. Calmly, he continued doing so, not feeling addressed. It was high-school and this happened too often to bother and look what was going on. Not that it would interest him anyway, he didn´t care for nearly all of the student-body.

He did look up, however, when his locker was slammed shut by a massive, fat hand. Slowly, still calm, he turned far enough to look up to the other male. He was more than a head taller, had pink-ish skin and a broad statue. His hair was cute short and stood up. He was the complete opposite of Karanis.

Karanis was small, thin and had long white hair, which was a huge contrast to his dark skin that had a strangely olive touch. Karanis hid half his face behind his hair, the left eye hidden carefully behind an eye-patch. Yeah, some may call him a freak. Not that it would bother him… most of the times, that is.

“I was talking to you, freak.”

“Whaddaya want?” Karanis asked back calmly, blankly, without so much as blinking. Or showing any feeling at all on his blank face. The bully wouldn´t let the blank, unblinking stare unnerve him.

The students around them backed up, not wanting to get pulled into a fight. Most of them stayed to watch, others fled. A wise decision.

“I heard it´s your fault our receiver can´t play in the next game.” The taller continued, his tone aggressive and rough. Karanis simply stuffed his books into his bag.

“´E tried trippin´ me.”

“So?”

“Didn´t work tha way ´e thought it would.” It really didn´t. Karanis didn´t even notice at first, until it was too late and he pulled the other with him, causing him to fall down the stairs. It wasn´t Karanis fault that someone wanted to trip people in front of frickin stairs and, on top of it, is too dump to try their luck on Karanis.

“Listen up, you little punk-” the other fisted Karanis shirt and lifted him off the ground, causing Karanis bag to slip from his shoulder. The smaller still didn´t even flinch. He interrupted the taller, however.

“Ya better let me down again.” Karanis stated calmly.

The others felt that something wasn´t right here, besides the obvious. Why was the white-haired guy so calm?

“Why should I?” the bully asked, strengthening his grip.

“Don´t want two players hurt, now do we.” Some gasped. Oh, that guy was dead meat now. For sure. Maybe someone should call an ambulance already?

“How dare you little-“ the bully stopped, searching for a fitting word “-accident!” he added, aiming at the unusual appearance of Karanis. Said was silent for a moment, blankly, but now creepily, staring at the other with a wide eye.

Nearly in slow-motion, Karanis lifted his left hand and grabbed the wrist of the hand that was fisting his shirt. Then, he pressed. The others saw the thin, formerly thought fragile, fingers dig deep into the fleshy arm. It wasn´t long until the bully let out a pained whelp together with an unhealthy sound in his arm before Karanis was dropped. The shorter landed smoothly on the balls of his feet in a slightly crouching-like position. His fists were balled.

“Ya dare-” it was now Karanis turn to fist the clothing of the bully, consisting of a thick leather jacket and a shirt

“-ta say that-“ he pulled the other closer so that they were face to face and the teens saw the bully pale – Karanis face was hidden behind his hair so they didn´t see the murderous look he wore.

“-ta me?!” with one quick movement the smaller flung the bully over his head and to the ground that was behind him just a moment ago.

Not that he let go of him yet. Not that he was finished with him yet.

“YA DARE?!” Karanis snarled, now louder and the others saw nearly murderous rage on his face. Karanis lifted the taller and threw him to the other side of the corridor, into the lockers. The students were, luckily, quick enough to escape the body. With a grunt, the bully slid down to the floor.

After a moment of shock, the students began running. Screaming and running. The usually silent and calm freak just threw someone easily twice his weight through the air as if it was nothing. Someone taller than the average student made their way to the fight, showing panicked students out of the way.

“YA DON´T KNOW ANYTHING!” Karanis snarled; only the one the shout was directed at noticed growling in the voice, like that of an animal.

Before Karanis could make a second step towards the one on the ground, dark arms slung around his middle from behind. “Hey HEY KANRI!”

No one of the students was left to ask themselves if this guy was crazy.

Karanis made another step towards the now whimpering bully. His wrist was crushed and he was starting to feel it.

“KANRI! KANRI STOP! HE´S NOT WORTH IT! KANRI!” the white-haired “teen” stopped dead in his tracks and froze.

That voice.

Of… of course. Yes. Jahal.

Yeah.

Karanis looked at the whimpering teen in front of him. He wasn´t made for the war, he was just a foot-ball player. Not worth it. Not worth it. Notworthnotworthnotworth…

 Karanis, slowly, slumped against Jahal, all anger gone. Eventually, they both sat on the floor as well. Jahal turned Karanis away from the blonde and placed one soothing hand on his back and the other on the back of his head, to press the Karanis face to where his shoulder and neck met. Over the white-haired head Jahal threw the bully a glare. “I won´t help you a second time.” That´s what it said.

Jahal slightly jerked his head to gesture the other to get lost; it made the glass and wooden pearly in his hair click quietly against each other. Jahal hugged the other tighter as Kanri leaned against Jahal with a pained choking-sound escaping his throat.

[marijane-akuma]

It´s made offical now. My cuties went online on AO3. I dedicated a whole series to them bc the works I write with those as the main cast are slowly piling up.