#because the scruffy immortal man she new a few lives ago now looked even more like a wet cat

[observerblock23]

@stealingyourbones

The Ghost King Wants To Rest!

After years of discovering about his immortality and living through the death and reincarnation of his loved ones, Danny was tired. The world had changed: it had destroyed, rebuilt, reboot, he honestly lost the thread over the years.

Although he could admit that it was interesting to see the evolution, the arrival of heroes on his "original" dimension. And maybe he forced Technus to build him a radio that would alert him to space-related issues there...

He was thrilled when Martian Manhunter was heralded as a hero (Superman was a pretty cool alien yes, but too... human?), though that was basically all the news he had of current civilization (not that he needed further)

The years passed and at the end he decided to live out his retirement on earth out of nostalgia (and by that he means Clockwork got his ass out of the Realms for a break) in what was once Amity a long time ago, he built a nice cabin in the mountains and settled there.

His relationship with Clockwork had evolved over the years, and Danny understood that his mentor (sometimes father) was very concerned that immortality would negatively affect him.

Seeing how he locked himself in his castle for the first few years after Jazz death didn't help alleviate his fears. So Danny didn't complain when the ghost threw him to Earth on that dimension (besides, it had Aliens now! and he missed Amity...even if it was not Amity anymore)

But people won't stop pestering him during his retirement! "Save us" "Help us balance the world, chosen one" "Play with me, let cause chaos!" And more ridiculous phrases. Can the horned boy and wizards leave him alone!? He just wanted to rest!

He couldn't even ask his loved ones for help because their reincarnations didn't recognize him (or did, and made fun of his situation).

On the other hand, Justice League Dark and Klarion have spent years trying to bring the powerful entity that lives in the mountains to their side but nothing works! Why is it so intent on pretending to be an old man with an appearance of 20!?

[razieltwelve]

Littlest Reaper (RWBY AU Snippet)

Death’s high priest was an old man who was, quite frankly, a lot closer to the end of his life than the start. Oh, he wasn’t afraid of his impending demise. He’d met Death many times, and he had no reason to fear her. He’d lived a good, honest life, and he’d done his best to teach others how to do the same. His only fear was that he’d die in some ridiculous fashion. His unfortunate predecessor had choked on a pickle. That wasn’t to say he was hoping for a heroic death or anything so noble, but dying in his sleep wouldn’t be half bad. It would certainly be better than becoming known as ‘the second pickle guy’.

His goddess had appeared several minutes ago and had immediately set about devouring some of the offerings her loyal worshippers had left. Gold was all well and good, but Death had always had a soft spot for cookies, and even a person of little means could usually afford to get a cookie or two. In keeping with the wisdom his predecessors had left behind, the high priest waited patiently for her to finish. Interrupting her while she was eating cookies was a good way to earn a smiting, and there were times when he wondered if that’s what had caused his predecessor’s humiliating demise.

When she was finally done eating, she set her plate down and stood to her full height. The high priest was not a short man, but she was still taller than him. Strangely, she’d left some of the cookies uneaten. That was the first time he could ever remember her doing that. “So… you’re probably wondering why I decided to visit today, right? I usually drop by on Tuesday, but it’s Thursday.”

“I do hope it’s not time for me to go,” the high priest drawled. “My successor still needs a bit of seasoning before he’s ready to take over.”

Death chuckled. “Nah. You’ve got a few more years left in you yet.” She grinned. “You’ve done a good job, you know. You’re definitely in the top five high priests I’ve ever had, and I’ve had more than a hundred. It’d be a shame to lose you before your time. I’m just here to introduce someone.”

The space beside Death bent and twisted, and a small figure stepped out. Much like Death, the little figure wore a cloak of bloody shadows, and there was a small scythe draped over her tiny shoulder. Beneath the cowl of the cloak she wore, he could glimpse a pair of star-like silver eyes, but the hair that framed her face was not dark like Death’s but unmistakably pale. The little goddess took one look at the cookies Death had left behind and immediately began to inhale them in an almost identical manner to Death.

“Honoured Goddess,” the high priest began. “I do not wish to make any assumptions, but could this be…?” The gods did not often sire children with one another. There was little need for it since they were immortal and possessed unbelievable might. This was especially true for gods like Death whose powers were beyond even those of their peers.

“Yep.” Death reached over and ruffled the little figure’s hair, earning herself a scowl. “This is Little Death. She’s my daughter - and Bureaucracy’s. But she takes after me more. I mean she even came with her own scythe, so it was pretty obvious which one of us she was going to be like.”

“She came with her own scythe?” That could not have been comfortable.

Death must have known what he was thinking because she laughed. “Ah. Right. She wasn’t born like a mortal child or a demigod. You see gods like Bureaucracy and I can’t have children in the usual way. Our powers are too great. Instead, we have to combine our divine essences to create a new being. Little Death is the result of that, and she came into being fully formed and with her own scythe. She’s actually only been around for about a month, so I thought I’d bring her down here, show her a few things, and maybe let her reap a soul or two.”

“I see.” The high priest bowed low to the ground and then spoke to Little Death. “It is my greatest honour to meet you, Honoured Goddess. I never thought I would be so lucky as to see a child of my goddess.”

Little Death said nothing, but she did smile and nod… and continue to eat cookies.

“Don’t mind her. She’s really young still, so she’s a bit quiet. She’ll start talking more in a couple of months.” Death chuckled. “It’s also a good chance for Drei to learn more about the mortal world.”

“Drei?”

“You know how I have a dog?” The priest nodded although calling Zwei, Watchdog of the Abyss and a Divine Beast of unbelievable power, a mere dog would have been blasphemy if anyone but Death had done it. “Drei is her dog.”

There was a little puff of smoke and fire, and the smell of brimstone filled the air. A three-headed puppy appeared. It growled as menacingly as it could given its small size before it bounded into Little Death’s arms. It glared balefully at the high priest with all three of its heads.

“An impressive beast.”

“Don’t worry.” Death laughed. “This is just how he likes to get around. Like Zwei, he can get a lot bigger if he has to. He just likes being carried.” Death shrugged. “Anyway, I thought I’d drop by and let you know what’s going on. You’re going to have to modify my temples and all of that since Little Death’s a bit young to have some of her own. I’ll have Bureaucracy forward you the paperwork.”

“Of course.” The high priest bowed again. He was so going to make his successor do all of it. He could call it a training exercise or something.

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Death bit back a laugh as Little Death pointed her scythe hopefully at the cat that had just been run over by a wagon. The irate feline hissed at the wagon and bounded back to its feet. Before Little Death could take a step closer, the cat waved around a little punchcard and hissed angrily.

“Not yet.” Death showed Little Death the punchcard. “See this? Due to some… finagling that happened way, way, way back, cats get nine lives. This fellow just used up his third life, so you can’t claim his soul just yet.” She returned the punchcard to the cat who promptly darted off only to be stepped on by an ox. The feline sighed and then continued on, more carefully this time. “Although having so many lives can make them a bit careless.”

Little Death huffed. She’d been looking forward to reaping a soul.

“Don’t worry. We can keep looking.” Death smiled. “Ah, there’s a good one over there.”

They vanished and reappeared miles away next to the body of a bandit. The scruffy fellow had been running away with his latest haul when he had tripped and impaled himself on his own sword. Apparently, he’d been spending all of his money on wine and women instead of buying a scabbard for his sword. He was right there in front of them and choking on his own blood.

“We can just wait here.” Death patted her daughter on the head. “He should be done any second now.”

Not content to wait, Drei hopped out of Little Death’s arms and landed on the bandit’s back. The dying man gave a choke gasp, and the three-headed puppy jumped up and down, driving the bandit further onto his own blade until he finally expired.

“Or we could do that.”

Right on cue, the bandit’s spirit appeared above his body. He took one look at Death and Little Death and tried to flee, but Little Death was ready. She bounded forward and struck out with her scythe. His soul vanished in a flash of light, and she turned to her mother with a grin.

“Good work. Now, given what he’s done, he’ll probably go somewhere nasty, but don't worry about that.” Death smiled sunnily. “We’ll see if we can find a battle, and then maybe we’ll grab some cookies and then head back.”

Still standing on top of the dead man’s body, Drei barked a suggestion.

“No, you can’t go around and kill some people, just so we can harvest their souls. That’s not how it works. There’s a schedule for this sort of thing.” Ruby smirked. “Or do you want to tell Bureaucracy you decided to break the rules.”

Drei gave a low whine and shook his head. 

“I thought so.”

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Author’s Notes

People have been asking for snippets where Death!Ruby has a kid for a while now, so I thought I’d put one up. This version of Death!Ruby is with Bureaucracy!Weiss, so their kid is a full god, just like they are. And just like Ruby, Little Death has her own dog, albeit a more vicious one that Zwei. Just as Ruby is Death’s name, Little Death also goes by Luna.

Some of you might also find Little Death a bit familiar. There’s a good reason for that. She is heavily based on Young Death, a character who appears in two of my collections of original short stories, Divine Assistance and Divine Interference. If you enjoy my fan fiction, you might want to check out my original fiction on Amazon. I’ve recently released a new story there called Monster Whisperer.

[eternityunicorn]

Elijah’s Eternity: Part Nineteen

Author: eternityunicorn 

Genre: Romance/Fantasy/AU

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x OC

Warnings: Violence, Language, Smut (*Smut chapters marked +18)

Summary: Elijah Mikaelson didn’t know what to expect when he encountered the strange archer in the night, but he certainly didn’t think his whole world would be turned upside down by it. Yet, he quickly learns that she is more than what she seems, having come looking for an Original after a large spike in supernatural being populations started cropping up on Earth a thousand years ago. Now, he must help her decide if the supernatural community should stay on their home planet or leave it for good? A task that is made more complicated along the way, as his life is changed forever

NOTE: OC is from my up and coming novel series. Other elements from novel series included as well.

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Elijah did not see Eternity for a good portion of the morning. This was because Mr. Mitchell had hijacked his time by dragging him outside to do some work for him in his garage. While he was out with the old man, Mrs. Mitchell had Eternity inside cooking and cleaning and tending to other guests that the couple apparently had. He had yet to see any or sense other guests, but it seemed that they were there hidden away in their rooms. Maybe that was because he was distracted. Eternity did tend to have that affect upon him.

Speaking of Eternity, it was strange to be away from her, having not been so very much since they had started their journey together. She was currently so close, yet so far away and Elijah didn’t like that very much. His need to be near her at all times was strong. Perhaps unhealthily so. Regardless, it wasn’t like it was impossible for him to be away from her. His string feelings weren’t that bad. He may have been needy, and unashamed to admit as much, but was still not incapable of being apart from his lady. He simply missed her presence. A lot.

Out in the garage Elijah was requested to look at the old lawnmower that Mr. Mitchell had been trying to repair to little avail. Fortunately for the old human, he was pretty handy with his hands; a reflection of his origins as a Viking villager. That and he had studied human ingenuity over the thousand years he had lived as well, making him a suitable aide in fixing things, even if those  things that were mechanical in nature. It was a hidden talent that he didn’t exercise very much, to be sure. 

For a good portion of the morning, he spent on the mechanical underbelly of the lawnmower. Elijah had to remove his suit jacket, tie and undone the first few buttons of his shirt, as well as rolled up his sleeves just past his elbows in order to try and figure out what was wrong with Mr. Mitchell’s old and worn contraption. The old human had asked him if he wanted to change into different clothes, but Elijah had declined. It wasn’t like he didn’t go through clothes often anyway from battles and bloodshed; though he didn’t mention those things to his new human friend. He didn’t want to cause Mr. Mitchell any reason to be wary of him, whom didn’t seem to care about his vampirism. A refreshing thing that was.

Mr. Mitchell watched him work for a bit, but was eventually called away to help his wife with something or another. Alone, Elijah let his mind wander. He couldn’t help but be curious as to what it was that Mrs. Mitchell had Eternity doing at that moment. He could picture her dusting or cooking or helping with the other guests with that shining grace of hers that made her seem flawlessly otherworldly. He went so far as to imagine the looks on the humans’ faces at the sight of her as she floated about doing chores, her hair shimmering and her pale skin glowing in that way that it did - that way that Elijah no longer noticed. It was rather amusing to imagine the wide eyed looks of awe on their faces and wondered if those humans would try to awkwardly bow to Eternity as he had witnessed before.

Elijah smirked to himself as he pulled apart the motor to the lawnmower, examining it to see where it was broken, figuring that the problem lay there. He quickly realized that the damn thing was completely useless. Mr. Mitchell was going to need a new one. Not even he could put that fried piece of brick back in working order.

Deciding to head into town to retrieve a new motor, or more likely, a new lawnmower from the local hardware store, Elijah walked back to the house to inform the others inside of his plans. When he went through the sliding door into the kitchen, the sight that greeted him was adorable. 

Mrs. Mitchell and Eternity were bonding, while baking what looked like an apple pie. The old woman was telling her stories of her youth, about how her grandmother used to let her help bake pies and other treats whenever she would visit. Eternity listened with a profound interest that one wouldn’t expect an immortal to have regarding mundane human takes about their little lives. Neither woman noticed Elijah come in, which was alright by him. He was happy seeing Eternity happy and didn’t want to disturb the moment.

Just then, Mr. Mitchell came around the corner into the kitchen and noticed him standing there, watching the women work. The old man came over to him with quiet steps and a small smile. Elijah informed him of his discover and of his plans to fix the situation with the lawnmower. 

At first, Mr. Mitchell protested him going out since they couldn’t afford to buy a new lawnmower or to pay him back for one, if Elijah bought it. However, Elijah kindly dismissed his protests and insisted on helping him either way. He felt as if he owed the kind elderly couple for their discretion and was happy to help in whatever way he could. Without further insisting, the old man gave in and approved of Elijah’s plan. 

On the way out of the kitchen to the front of the house, Elijah did disrupt the moment when he stopped beside Eternity to kiss her cheek sweetly and inform her that he’d return soon. She smiled at him brightly, her face spotted in flour. She bid him farewell and quickly returned to her task. 

After that, he went out the front door and got into his car. He headed into town, going to the local hardware store; a small family owned business. Inside, Elijah noticed that they had a small collection of lawnmowers in one corner of the store, just inside the garden center entrance. While  browsing them to determine which one to get the Mitchells, he suddenly heard a familiar voice a few aisles over.

It was one of the werewolves that had attacked the old couple! Elijah listened in with his superior hearing, as it sounded like the wolf was talking to someone else; a companion no doubt.

“I can smell him,” the wolf was saying in a nervous way. “The Original is here. He’s probably come to finish us off for what happened last night. We should go. Now!”

“Cool it, Matt,” his companion replied calmly. “He’s not going to try anything here in public, around a bunch of humans. We’ll be fine.”

An opportunity has arisen, Elijah thought to himself. The wolves from last night were there in the same place he was, at the exact same time. This was the perfect chance to gain some insight into what the werewolf pack had against him and to arrange a meeting with the pack for his lady while he was at it. 

But first things first. Elijah quickly and quietly called over a nearby worker to request a delivery of one of the nicer looking riding lawnmowers and to pay for the item. Once that was done and the lawnmower’s delivery was scheduled for the afternoon, Elijah moved to intercept the werewolves. They were lingering in the same spot where he had first overheard them. No doubt they were attempting to hide out of the way, like the cowards they seemed to be.

With that silent vampire stealth of his, he moved into the aisle, coming to stand at the end nearest to the two wolves. To say that they were surprised to see him was an understatement, despite knowing he had been in the store the whole time. The two men, both with shaggy black hair and dressed in dingy, torn up clothes, had terror in they matching gray eyes upon seeing him. It was adorable and amusing to Elijah. 

“I know I don’t need any introduction,” Elijah said to the men smoothly, “but I don’t know who you are or what you wanted with me last night. Care to tell me?”

Instead of answering him, the two wolves began to back away, before turning away and attempting to run. Of course that was foolish of them - and useless. With Elijah’s vampire speed, he blocked their retreat, intercepting them on the other side of the aisle before they could escape.

Elijah smirked at the two men, walking toward them unhurriedly while enjoying the way they backed away in fear. “Now, now, no need to urinate all over yourselves,” he said with dry amusement. “So long as you cooperate, I won’t rip your heads from your shoulders.”

The two of them looked at each other, relaxing minimally, before the raven haired one with a scruffy five o’ clock shadow stepped forward to ask, “What is it that you want from us?”

“Well, aside from wanting you two to answer my earlier inquiry, I also wish to arrange a meeting between myself, my lady, and your pack,” answered Elijah.

“Look, we don’t know what the deal is between you and the pack,” the wolf said hurriedly. “It’s something between you and our alpha, that’s all we know. We’re just foot soldiers following orders. We’re not given all the details, you know. If you want answers, you’ll have to take it up with him.”

“Then where would I find your alpha?”

“The pack meets every Wednesday night at the Riverside Bar just down the street from here. Therefore, if you want your meeting, your best bet is to go there tonight.”

Finding his answer acceptable, Elijah nodded his head curtly to the wolves, but said nothing else to them. He simply turned and walked away from the wolf pair, leaving them to breath sighs of relief that he hadn’t killed them. 

Once he returned to the bed and breakfast, Elijah went to Eternity with his news. He found her upstairs fixing up one of the guest rooms that had recently been vacated. He briefly wondered how no other guests had come down during the commotion the night before. One would think that there would have been an audience. Yet, nobody else came to investigate for whatever reasons. Perhaps it had been fear. Whatever it had been, it had been for the best that nobody else bore witness to those unexplainable events. It certainly would have made things more complicated than they need be.

“Hello, lovely Eternity,” Elijah called across the room with a smile.

Eternity was busy putting new linens on the bed, surprisingly doing so by hand instead of with magic as one might think she would. She paused and looked over her shoulder at him when he had called to her. 

“Ah, So you have returned,” she smiled at him, straightening and running the back of her hand over her forehead as she did. “Did you get Mr. Mitchell’s new lawnmower?”

“Yes, it’ll be here this afternoon,” he answered.

“Good. I’m sure the old fellow will appreciate it.”

“Oh, for sure. Though, I have a feeling he’s going to make me test it out for him when it comes,” he grinned and laughed slightly. “I came to inform you that getting the lawnmower wasn’t the only thing I managed to get while I was out.”

Eternity tilted her head curiously at him, “Oh? What else did you get?”

“Our meeting with the wolf pack,” replied Elijah.

“How did you manage that?”

“A couple of them were at the hardware store. So, I intervened and retrieved the information I needed from them.”

Eternity grinned slightly then, a knowing look upon her rounded face, “You mean, you played the Original card.” She put her hands on her hips, “Let me guess, you intimidated them, most likely making those poor fools practically wet themselves, and they gave you what you wanted out of fear of who you are.” She laughed lightly. “So, what act of violence did you threaten those poor sods with, if I might be so bold as to ask?”

Elijah shrugged and coyly replied, “Oh, to rip their heads from their shoulders.”

She winched, “Ouch. Brutal.”

“Perhaps, but they gave me what I wanted and that is what matters here.”

“True, I suppose. So, where are we going and when?”

“The Riverside Bar - tonight.”

Eternity smiled, “Then it’s a date.”

Elijah returned her smile with one of his own and was about to quip back, but then he heard Mr. Mitchell calling for him from downstairs. Apparently, he had some other task for him to help with. With a sigh, he told Eternity that he would see her later on. Then he dismissed himself and headed back down to see what Mr. Mitchell wanted of him now.

The rest of the morning was spent outside again. This time, the old man requested that Elijah tend to the old and rickety fence that surrounded the rather large property. He gave him the wood boards and the tools, then sent him off to work until it was time for lunch.

Since the bed and breakfast was in the rural part of Broken Arrow, Elijah was free to use his vampire abilities to make the tedious job go by faster. The old wooden fence was in pretty bad shape. It hadn’t looked as if it had been replaced in many years. The old boards were broken or rotted. With strength, precision, and speed, he had the old sections of fence down and the new ones up by the time Mrs. Mitchell called him in for lunch.

Returning to the house, Elijah could smell the delicious aroma of fried onion burgers and greens coming from the kitchen. He joined the Mitchells and Eternity at their kitchen table with food already sitting in front of him as he did, put there by his lady herself.

“Eternity told me that you can eat regular food,” Mrs. Mitchell told Elijah with a kind smile, as they sat together like a family, “which is good since she’s quite talented in the kitchen. All this food was prepared by her own two hands. It would be a shame if you had to miss out on it.”

Eternity grinned proudly at the old woman’s praise. “You are too kind, madame,” she said.

Mrs. Mitchell waved her off, “Nonsense. It’s true and let me say that you’ll make Mr. Mikaelson here a fine wife some day. A good wife should always know how to cook.”

Elijah paused in taking a bite of the burger in front of him. Immediately, his eyes were on Eternity to gauge her reaction to Mrs. Mitchell’s innocent words about marriage. She was looking back at him with shy awkwardness. A small bashful smile was upon her pink lips. Then her gaze shifted to Mrs. Mitchell, and his eyes followed hers with an uncomfortable look of his own.

“Clarissa,” intervened Mr. Mitchell warningly.

“What?” The old woman responded innocently, looking at her husband. Then she looked at Eternity’s sheepish expression and then at Elijah’s sputtering one. Realization dawned upon her, as she stuttered, “Oh! I didn’t mean - I mean....”

Eternity recovered first from the surprise and smiled at Mrs. Mitchell while she gently replied, “Don’t worry about it. There’s no harm done. It’s just an uncharted topic that hasn’t been approached yet. You see, talk of marriage is a long ways away for us. Our relationship is still very new.”

“Ah, I see,” Mrs. Mitchell said understandingly, her own sheepishness evident on her wrinkled face. “I swear I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. I didn’t mean any harm, just shooting my mouth off as always without thinking.” She laughed lightly, looking down at the food in front of her. 

“No harm done, Mrs. Mitchell, I assure you,” Elijah said with a polite smile.

After that, the four of them ate in a slightly awkward silence. The atmosphere was a little tense from it, despite the fact that Mrs. Mitchell’s faux pas wasn’t that big of deal. Though, it had thrown Elijah, as he had never really thought about marriage. 

This lack of thought on the subject was not only in regards to Eternity, but in regards to any of his past love affairs, except for perhaps his first love, Tatia. Maybe that was because he had commitment issues or because having lived so long, he no longer seen the importance of marriage. Or maybe it was the fact that he had been simply more dedicated and committed to Niklaus all these years, never considering his own future apart from his younger brother.

Look across the table to where Eternity sat, it seemed the mentioning of marriage had provoked deep thoughts in her too. She ate the food on her plate, but her eyes remained downcast. Elijah wondered just what it was she was thinking. While he had some psychic abilities, he didn’t have the ability to read her thoughts as she did him. Still, she seemed troubled by whatever thoughts she was thinking at that moment and that made him all the more curious to know what was going on inside her head.

Perhaps some harm had been done after all, Elijah thought as he continued to eat the food in front of him. 

After lunch, Eternity helped clear the table and then washed the dishes for Mrs. Mitchell, seeming to have recovered from whatever troubled her. The two women conversed lightly about mundane things that Elijah didn’t care to listen in on. 

Meanwhile, there came a knock at the front door. Elijah decided to be the one who went and answered it, figuring it was delivery people for the lawnmower. It was a good thing that he had been the one to answer the door. Instead of a youthful delivery person from the hardware store, standing on the porch was Niklaus with blood running down his chin and the delivery man’s dead body laying next to his brother’s feet. 

“Hello brother,” Niklaus smirked evilly, “Fancy another little chat? Though, I do recommend that this time, we chat without your little bed warmer, shall we?”

Elijah grew instantaneously tense. He didn’t know why his brother was there, but he knew he should comply lest Niklaus do something unforgivable to the residents of the bed and breakfast. Not unlike what he had done to the innocent delivery man. 

To protect the people of the house, Elijah felt he had no choice, but to accept his brother’s invitation.

“Fine,” he spat quietly. “Lead the way.”

To Be Continued....