#muerte x reader

[gabyscafe]

❀Muerte[PIBTLW] x Depressed! Reader❀

〖I decided to turn my strong feelings into something instead of letting them eat me from inside... 〗

❥It's a Reader x Death, from "Puss in boots: the last wish".

❥The reader will be a female.

❥You can imagine being a (medium size) animal if you want!

❥TW! (Please stop reading if you feel uncomfortable. I'm serious.)

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It was a strange day... A strange feeling was surrounding the area where, Y/n was sitting on her roof while she watches the stars. What was going through her head? Nothing. She was literally empty.

The wind caresses her face, as she rest her chin on her knee. The roof wasn't too high, it could break a leg for sure, but nothing more... Of course, not considering literally everything in life is mortal.

Y/n's eyes darted away as her memories started to slowly pass by her pupils...

The small business she was running just caught on fire by "unknown reasons", but anyone with a small brain could tell it was the enemy business on the other street, but because of the amount of money they had, "no one could really tell whom did it". Y/n used all her salvations to build that small place, it took months- no, years.

Every single detail was lovely though, she could remember how she smile when she first brought the paint to cover those walls. The feeling of finally reaching that dream you worked so hard to made it real.

But it was okay, right? After all she was with nothing on the beginning too, it's just start over... But, oops now that girl had bills to pay too, after all her dream was costy.

Y/n could hear voices from her friends on her head, like if they were on that roof with her.

"Go put their place on fire too!"

"Hey chin up, you still got us, right?"

"You're not that weak, girl, you just need a good piece of chocolate pudding!"

It was such a good memory... If they were here. If wasn't that discussion right after one of friend death. Maybe if she didn't talked about that, maybe if they just went to the funeral in silence... Maybe Y/n wouldn't be alone now.

That pressure, that guilt, that darkness slowly squeezing her throat until without even noticing... She wasn't breathing.

"Hey." Suddenly Y/n hears a voice, making her snap out of her empty memories, she look in front of her and there was... An gray wolf with two blades attached on his hips and a black coat on top of his shoulders. "Do you want to kill yourself...?" He asked with a strong and somehow gentle voice.

And the question seems unreal... After all, it wasn't a "good morning" or "how are you?". Y/n just keep staring at his eyes like they were two of the most beautiful rubies on the earth.

The creature kneel down, now eye-to-eye with a soft gaze. It wasn't threatening, neither scary. He just stands there with a hand resting on his knee and the other hanging on his side. "I don't want you to do this..." He says "corderita..."

Y/n's eyes just stares at him with emptiness and tiredness. "Why...? You're death, aren't you? Why you, of all of the creatures, don't want me to die...?"

The silence was installed and the wind became present again, the sound of the leafs and small bells at distance.

The wolf just sigh closing his eyes breathly. "No es por que... I have to do my work, that I like it..." His eyes met hers again "you still have a great life ahead you... Corderita..." His eyes were sincere and his voice was gentle as the rain.

With tears on her eyes, Y/n whisper with a creaking voice "How do you know...?"

The wolf smiles softly, "por que..." He stands up and look up at the sky "From great falls there's always a great comeback... And now you can choose, between stay on the bottom of the sea and never swim up..." His eyes met hers again "you can start swimming again..."

Death sat by her side with a small sigh of relief and follow her gaze through the stars "Listen niña... Life is like a coin in the air, sometimes we got the goods, sometimes we got the bads. And sometimes we aren't even expecting the bad" He chuckle "mas... You shouldn't end your life because of something that already happened... Bad things happen! So what?" He says in a lighter tone as he keeps that comfortable smiling. "I think you mortals forget that the future isn't right, and it's only up to you take the next step... And this..." The wolf points to her chest "... Is the most important thing on your life... Tú."

Y/n felt something different on her chest, that was right, she was passing through a storm, but that doesn't mean she couldn't pass through it.

The wolf just smile and get up "Bien, I have to go now corderita... So, be angry, be sad, be scared, be all of this together for a little while... But don't forget to swim up later, 'kay? Because the future..." He chuckles "es un misterio..."

And with the wind that strange figure disappear. Y/n look at the stars again with a look more... Gentle... After that she take a deep breath before burring her head on her arms and knees.

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(Sorry guys I'm too tired to put the translation o(╥﹏╥))

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | Puss in Boots - Death x Listener SFW A (Literal) Date With Death

[M4A] [First date] [Flirting] [Kisses] [Romantic]

So... he's a little late for his date... you asked him out back in um... April... But he's here now!

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[odditycircus-2002]

Worth the Wait!!!😄😄😄😄

Nueva (Death/Muerte/The Wolf | Puss in Boots: The Last Wish)

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Summary — How she became life and he became death.

Requested by @odditycircus-2002 — Speaking of your Curador fic, may I please request hcs of how Vida and Muerte met and bonded as soulmates in your AU?

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Mentions and light descriptions of death; sort of hurt/comfort; lost memories; new companionship.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 565. ➳ The Reader in this series uses a filler name (Vida, she/her), is represented by a spotted deer, and is the physical manifestation of Life. Meanwhile, Death will be referred to as ‘Muerte’.

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Your life began with your death.

Your soul was forfeit upon your father’s brutal killing of a sacred deer. And, rather than repenting for his wrongdoings, he offered you up for sacrifice.

A vague memory of a village leader’s hands tight around your throat while another chanted apologies to the heavens often went through your mind. As did the last earthly connection to your father, who held your sobbing mother in his arms, was his gaze burning into you.

And then, void.

Red eyes. Two sharp blades. A midnight cloak.

Muerte’s tall figure was what greeted you in the afterlife, a place in which you could wander the world unseen by those still living.

His large paw reached out and, from that moment forward, you were his.

“Bienvenida a la eternidad.”

Being the embodiment of life itself was difficult for the first few hundred years, but Muerte was always there for guidance. After a while, however, most of your memories began to fade away, which both frightened and relieved you at the same time.

In your grasp was a bluebell, its stem tightly strung around you. Its petals gently swayed in the breeze. You sat alone on a cliffside that allowed you to overlook a distant town that nestled deep within a valley.

Your eyes trailed over the bluebell, examining it in deep thought. It seemed like it had been hours since Muerte left you there at sunset. Just as the stars began to shine in the dark night, footsteps cut through the dirt, signaling someone slowly climbing up the grassy hillside.

You felt the heavy black cloak you had come to know so well drape carefully over your shoulders. Next to you, Muerte placed his paws on his hips, letting out a deep sigh, “The flower?”

“I feel like someone liked to give me these once,” you muttered.

He hummed, “Tell me.”

You frowned, still looking at the flower for answers, “I can’t.”

Muerte’s eyes softened. He barely offered you a glance out of fear that you would notice his new vulnerability, “It is hard when everything begins to disappear. Immorality provides, but it must also take. It will get easier.”

You nodded. Slowly, you eased the flower to the ground, a violet glow sparkling from your touch. The soil shifted and the bluebell sprouted new roots within seconds, reattaching itself to the dirt, eager to continue with its life.

Your capabilities were still blossoming, but they were growing stronger by the day, “What do you remember?”

Despite continuing to gaze at the town’s distant lights, you could sense how tense Muerte suddenly became. You drew his cloak tighter around you, further shielding yourself from the cool nighttime air.

“A girl,” he whispered, his thoughts seemingly beginning to drift away, “in a red cape.”

“Is she the one who—?”

“No, she wasn’t my end. Not directly,” he shook his head. “I think I was... blamed.”

“Blamed?” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“For her death,” he said. “It was someone else who hurt her. He was a woodsman, I remember that. But for some reason, they thought it was me. And so, I was the one who faced punishment.”

“And your name?” you whispered. “I don’t remember mine anymore.”

He shook his head again, “We are the same, you and I. No name, no home, no definitive history. Sólo esta nueva existencia.”

“Only this,” you echoed.

Spanish Translations, In Order of Appearance: ➳ Nueva — Meaning “new”. ➳ Muerte — Meaning “death”. ➳ Vida — Meaning “life”.

➳ “Bienvenida a la eternidad…” — “Welcome to eternity…” ➳ “Sólo esta nueva existencia.” — “Only this new existence.”

[yandere-toons]

I know this is a little early but can you do a Book of Life headcanon for Dia De Los Muertos? It can be La Muerte and Zebulba or Maria, Manolo, and Joaquin. (I love your writing so much!)

Yandere La Muerte & Xibalba (Platonic & Romantic Headcanons)

Warnings: Death, Toxic Mindsets.

A.N. – ¡Feliz Día de los Muertos!

While the candle of her chosen mortal is aflame with life, La Muerte dons it proudly in a prime spot among her dress or hat, close enough to where she can always feel its heat and wince at the exact moment it goes cold. If so exists even a whiff of foul play, it is her husband Xibalba who punishes the living with a sudden uptick in fatal snakebites.

Hot boils the resentment of Xibalba, who never so wished to eradicate the Law-Maker as he does watching his own helpless reflection in the window of a home where his favourite mortal lay despairing. Decades of deceit and contrivances just to share a few words, forced by ancient law to conceal his true name and nature, have worn his patience to a thread. At the same time, Xibalba is inclined to thank this purveyor of death in person, to offer a taste of what the latest victim endured and send the slain soul to rot, as he did, in the Land of the Forgotten.

La Muerte, for all her power in death, can in life offer only words of encouragement from the mouth of a kind stranger. She often observes their day from the secrecy of terraces and distant roofs, watching to ensure their happiness and step in with bits of wisdom should they seem lost. She refrains from direct intervention until the day they wander inside her castle, at which point she cannot help wondering how much longer it may have taken to meet them this way had they lived the life they wanted. Such rumination is channelled into action as La Muerte focuses on bringing them more comfort with their new arrangement than ever they found with the living, seeing it as a way to make up for all the strife she was forbidden from preventing.

La Muerte is happy to join their visitation for Día de los Muertos, believing it will help them grow more accustomed to her and accept her as someone deserving of a higher role in their existence. Xibalba gripes the whole time while wondering where he went wrong to make them so opposed to his presence that they would choose the company of mortals over a night spent drinking and feasting with him and his wife, even questioning whether La Muerte is behind all of this to punish him for some ancient crime.

Xibalba muses that, for a bond so strong as this, he could use his deathly touch to kill their relatives all at once, feigning the promise of a reunion — while keeping to himself that such a deed would only eliminate the last of their tethers to the living and thus send them straight to his realm in perpetuity. Xibalba has one finger outstretched to do just that when La Muerte slaps it down and swears she will never forget this should he go through with it.

Xibalba wilts at her wrath but soon grows restless with spite and decides a more clandestine approach will net him his petty vengeance. If simply snatching away a few lives is too vulgar, then perhaps he can make a wager of it. La Muerte, her inner child intrigued, listens as he spins the age-old tale of a fair trade: if their spouse in life leaves town; if the kids down the street go on to marry one another — Xibalba will claim hosting rights, and if not, he will stop cursing their mortal attachments.

Neither are too moved by sympathy plays, having heard every plea imaginable from souls desperate to live and reunite with those up above. A bet, however, draws from both gods the memory of a younger time, a splash of excitement in an otherwise predictable system.

La Muerte's conditions are more palliative: not protesting when she requests a day spent with her, not trying to breach the living-dead barrier before its time. When others or perhaps even the soul themselves begin to question these once-thought agape embraces and invitations to dine, the goddess admits to a more personal interest. She has walked beside them for much of their life and feels they were cheated by it, seeing the bad side of the world too much and the good side too little, and so has taken it upon herself to show them what could have been.

Xibalba's conditions revolve around staying with him for longer periods, say a millennium instead of a century, or granting him explicit permission to kill some mortal companion of theirs who stokes his envy. Such a blessing is by no means necessary to carrying out the hit; rather, it serves as a colossal show of deference as well as a convenient method of claiming the person's blood is now on their hands.

La Muerte can generally be relied upon to act as a restraining influence on Xibalba, keeping him from wiping out whole droves of mortals in a fit of cruelty; however, even she will leave them to their fate if the terms are clear and both parties have agreed, for a wager with a god is all-binding. By refusing to fulfil one's end of it, the winning side is bound no longer to the stipulations set forth in the agreement and may exact any price as recompense.

Only one path to victory remains: accuse Xibalba of rigging the bet, which La Muerte will be inclined to believe given his history, assuming a trip to lodge this complaint with her is even feasible. Xibalba may suspect this intent to oust him and cancel the next dinner date in haste, professing to La Muerte that he and his new roommate are getting along splendidly.

La Muerte laments their absence and voices her desire to see them again, to which Xibalba pleads that she has hosted them long enough and to give him a chance. Despite a winding series of lies and broken promises to consider, La Muerte is committed to forgiveness and thus gives her word that she will not try to ferry them back to her land, at least until the next bet is up.

Xibalba's lonely heart is all too eager to drag them down into the Land of the Forgotten, where souls hardly move or speak, having lost all sense of self. Immortals and mortals alike who spend any significant amount of time in this realm incur some degree of degeneration and start to lose touch with what made them human, a process Xibalba endlessly chatters about to fill an otherwise eternal silence.

La Muerte, once content with this tenuous sort of balance, finds the scales tipping when they express a disinterest in reconnecting with the living world. Chaos erupts as La Muerte challenges Xibalba to return their soul, convinced he is poisoning their heart with his own bitterness for humanity. Xibalba deflects at every opportunity, suggesting that he merely speaks a harsh truth and offers an escape from the drudgery of mortal life.

A deep frustration ignites within La Muerte, less now at the dark turn of her husband, which she has begrudgingly come to accept, and more at the threat of losing her chosen soul to exactly the kind of existence she strove so hard to separate from them. Even though the march of time will one day condemn the soul to what comes after, La Muerte sought to enrich their short journey and give them the taste of true happiness they could never afford.

While she has walked this path with many and knows the weight of her title demands she overcome her grief, cursed objects of half-formed immortality and interjections of the soul's name into increasingly unrelated projects and movements are the desperate final scratches of Xibalba. A god who chases off the inevitable, Xibalba scrambles to build this entire false history in those last few years, only to watch it crumble when his actions force La Muerte to banish him for upsetting the natural order.

[crystalofmoon19]

La Muerte x Human! Reader - Headcannons (The Book Of Life x Reader) 💀🌹🏵

(Note: La Muerte has separated from Xibalba.)

♡ La Muerte has had several lovers in her young eternity, even before marrying Xibalba, she loves humanity and believes in it. So it is not surprising that she visits the Land of the Living taking a human form.

♡ That was when she met you, you managed to capture her attention by being a kind-hearted person, La Muerte has always had preferences for people with noble hearts or those who seek redemption, and you fulfilled those characteristics.

♡ Even so, La Muerte is a very difficult woman to conquer, you will have to work hard for her to consider you a worthy lover. You don't have to give her many gifts, as long as you are sincere with her, and show her the love you feel for her.

♡ She loves to tease you by playing cat and mouse with you, especially if you're a little prideful, and that only makes you think about her that much more.

♡ La Muerte is very experienced, she knows very well how to flirt, and she will do it if she sees it is necessary. Ranging from kisses on your cheek to whispering spicy words in your ear; La Muerte is a woman who knows how to conquer your heart.

♡ Although she likes sweet gestures like food and romantic serenades, what La Muerte truly appreciates is sincerity and feelings, so if you open your heart to her, she will also open hers to you.

♡ When you finally confess your feelings, she will be very happy and she will give you a passionate kiss on your lips.

♡ After that, La Muerte will reveal her true identity as the goddess of the Land of the Remembered, she will tell you that even though you are both from different worlds she will not stop loving you.

“I don't understand, you are a beautiful goddess, why would you notice a mere human like me?”

“You may be human, but our hearts beat in unison, we may be from different worlds…”

“But I swear with all my heart that I will never stop loving you, mi amor.”

- La Muerte 💀🌹🏵

[minty-drop]

La Muerte x reader

Reader is described gender neutral. La muerte and xibalba are described as friends instead of lovers.

Containing: romantic themes, comfort

Type: headcanon (as close as possible to canon)

She is one to be gentle, kind nature almost like a mother hen is present in your relationship. From making sure you sleep comfortably at night, to asking if you’ve eaten today, she always makes sure your well being is healthy both mentally and physically.

Understandably since she is the ruler of the land of the remembered, you are bathed in the luxuries fit for a royal, exotic food and endless entertainment at the tip of your finger. But do not become to greedy, because she easily can take it all away with the snap of her finger.

La Muerte is understanding, reassuring you with honest but honeyed advice and words of appreciation, her warm comforting hugs are a bliss, the scent of flowers and caramel is present each time you are close in contact with her.

She is not the clingy type, believing in personal space and light affection in public both for her comfort and her status as the rule. For professionalism she keeps her hands to herself.

When alone, her tall figure will bend down to enjoy the fluttering kisses you give her, it reminds her of how butterfly’s land on her in the land of the living.

If your in danger some how, she is quick and swift to swoop into the situation, and thankfully because she is seen as powerful and almighty, anyone who dared to challenge you is quick to scurry away from you at the sights of the tall women.

La Muerte finds it adorable when you try to be stubborn with her, she does not mind and even adores when you huff and puff when you KNOW she will win. If you defend her from anything she will swoon over it, finding comfort in the protection she does not need but still enjoys the feeling someone would throw themself in front of her. Of course she ends up saving you, but it’s the thought that counts.

When xibalba is around she can become slightly protective if xibalba becomes to close. They are friends, but that does not mean she trusts him enough to be near you after he cheated on the bet that sent him to his rotting lands of the forgotten in the first place.

All in all, it is quite a healthy relationship between the two of you. Honey and sweet, but you both respect your boundaries and that’s what makes it special.

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[pretty-sparkle-bomb]

Chapter I 'Into You' Masterlist Main Masterlist

Pairings: Katsuki Bakugo x Reader x Shoto Todoroki (subject to change as the chapters progress, they're just kids right now after all)

On the day of Obon, families bring food and gifts, flowers and jewelry to give to their loved ones. And after centuries of being banished, Xibalba had had enough.

A man loomed with an aura of menace and mysteriousness; his presence contrasted to the vibrant world around him. His form was lean yet muscular, draped in armor as dark as midnight and licked by wild green flames. His white hair stood out, silky and soft, slightly draping over his crimson eyes burning like embers within a void. Despite his fearsome appearance, there was a sardonic charm to him, a malevolence in the quirk of his lips or the way his eyes lingered on his surroundings.

“Really my dear, you have no idea how cold and vile the land of the forgotten has become.” He shuddered, casting a glance around him at the giggling kids and happy families. Though they could not see him, he still brought a chilliness with him that caused goosebumps to rise.

A woman giggles, her dark, flowing hair cascaded down her back, framing her alabaster skin adorned with intricate designs. “Just like your heart, Xibalba.”  Her features were sharp and striking, with eyes that seemed to hold secrets of the afterlife, accentuated by bold makeup that shimmered like starlight.

“Why must I rule a bleak wasteland while you get to enjoy an endless fiesta?” he groans, turning around swiftly to glare at her. “It’s simply unfair.”

She just smiles at him and continues walking forward only to be stopped by Xibalba appearing directly in front of her. “Come on my dear, trade lands with me? I beg you.”

“Oh, you’re so cute when you beg. But no.” She stifles a laugh and brushes past him. Xibalba grabs her hand to pull her back. “I’m serious. I hate it down there.”

“Hey! You’re there because you cheated!” she shoved him back with one hand as the other tucked in the loose strand dangling in front of her face. “You made your bed with that wager.” She shook her head and walked past him, only stopping to say one final sentence. “You aren’t the man I fell in love with, Xibalba.”

“Let's not dwell in the past, mi amor.” He was saddened by her final remark but chose to mask his true feelings. “Anyway, I was thinking... How about another little wager?”

La Muerta stopped, fire in her eyes as she swiftly turned around, one finger jabbing accusatorily into his chest. “You think you can calm the flames of my anger with another bet?” She roared. Xibalba gulped. “What exactly did you have in mind?” her response shocked him but he continued, nonetheless.

“Let's check out the menu for the evening.” He looked around, spotting a little commotion in the near distance. “Look there, my love. Classic mortal dilemma.”

La Muerta moved closer, her hands clasped in front of her. Two boys, best friends no less… but what is this she’s sensing? They’re both in love with the same girl! What a lovely surprise.

One with eyes ruby red, and spiky ashen blond hair, another with heterochromatic eyes and hair perfectly split into two colours, one side red, and the other white. A young girl stood in between them both, hair tied up in a bun and a gold pendant hanging from her neck. This is the prefect wager.

An idea struck her, and she looked at Xibalba. “Two boys in love with the same girl? How about we each choose one that we believe she will marry in the future? How about we each choose our champion?”

Xibalba laughed, “It seems that even after centuries, I have still rubbed off on you.”

La Muerta rolled her eyes as she watched the commotion. The boy with heterochromatic eyes was playing his guitar, while the young girl sat and listened attentively, eyes closed as she hummed along to the steady rhythm. A loud boom filled the air. “See Y/n? I’ve gotten better at it! I told you I’m the best!”

“I see you Kats.” she giggled and La Muerta hummed, this girl was her. This was a wager to bet on. “Stay away Bakugo, the girl is mine.” Shoto placed his guitar down as ice encased his hand.”

“Ha? Never! She belongs to me, Todoroki.” Bakugo picked up a wooden sword and pointed it to Todoroki’s face.

“I belong to no one.” The young girl stood up, brushing out her dress and folding her arms across her chest.

“My, she’s feisty. Just like a woman I know.” Xibalba finally said, sighing longingly as he stared at the luscious hair of the woman with the red dress. La Muerta offered her hand to him. “Let’s go wish them luck, shall we?”

And with that, they took the form of an elderly couple and began their stroll.

The two deities, now disguised as an elderly couple, strolled through the bustling streets of Musutafu. The vibrant sounds of laughter and music filled the air, and the aroma of freshly baked bread wafted toward them. They approached the trio just as the boys' friendly rivalry threatened to escalate into something more dramatic.

The young girl, Y/n, had her arms crossed, a firm expression on her face. "If you two don't stop bickering, I'll just go home!"

Katsuki, still clutching his wooden sword, scowled. "Tch, I wasn't gonna hurt him. He's just asking for it!"

Todoroki remained calm, his heterochromatic eyes steady. "There's no need to fight. Let’s settle this like adults."

Before the tension could rise further, the elderly couple shuffled forward. La Muerta, with her shawl draped gracefully over her shoulders, held onto Xibalba’s arm for balance. Xibalba leaned heavily on a carved cane, his eyes twinkling mischievously beneath his thick brows.

“Excuse me, children,” La Muerta said in a soft, kind voice. “We couldn’t help but notice your argument. It’s the Obon festival—such a sacred day for peace and remembrance.”

Xibalba coughed dramatically, hunching slightly. “Ah, forgive us for interrupting, but we’re old and hungry. Might we trouble you for some bread?”

Y/n immediately stepped forward. “Of course! Please, wait here. I’ll grab some for you.” Immediately, she went off running. Xibalba smirked; it was time to put his plan into action.

Todoroki called out for the girl but she was too far away to hear. “I have some bread with me,” he said, pulling a neatly wrapped loaf from his satchel. “Here you go, sir.” He offered it with both hands, a polite bow accompanying the gesture.

“Such a kind young man,” La Muerta said, her smile warm and approving. “Your heart is as pure as the music you play.” Todoroki smiled slightly and took off to look for the girl. La Muerta patted Xibalba on the back and slowly hobbled away.

Katsuki, however, narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “What about you? You want bread too?”

Xibalba tilted his head, pretending to look frail and pitiful. “I wouldn’t refuse, boy. But surely, I wouldn’t want to take what you need for yourself.”

Katsuki’s grip on his satchel tightened. “Nothing comes for free. If you want it, give me something in return.”

Xibalba’s lips quirked upward. “Ah, a clever one,” he said, reaching into his robe. “Very well, boy. I’ll trade you for something... special.”

From his sleeve, Xibalba produced a small, intricately designed medal. It gleamed in the sunlight, its surface etched with ancient symbols that seemed to hum with latent energy.

“This,” Xibalba said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “is no ordinary medal. It grants its wearer unmatched courage and strength. And as long as you wear it, you’ll never suffer harm.”

Katsuki’s crimson eyes widened slightly, his expression shifting from suspicion to intrigue. “Really?” he muttered, trying not to sound too eager. “Old man, you better not be lying to me.”

Xibalba held up his hands in mock surrender. “I swear on the spirits of the Forgotten. Now, will you trade?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Katsuki thrust the bread into Xibalba’s hands and snatched the medal. The moment it touched his skin, a strange warmth coursed through him. His stance became more confident, and a mischievous grin spread across his face.

“I knew it,” Xibalba said softly, his gaze lingering on Katsuki. “You’re going to be... quite entertaining.”

Xibalba caught up to La Muerta and as the two walked away, their forms began to shimmer briefly under the moonlight, revealing their true selves.

“This is going to be fun,” Xibalba mused, his crimson eyes glinting with excitement.

“Don’t get too cocky, my dear,” La Muerta said, her voice tinged with amusement. “The girl’s heart is pure. She won’t be swayed by simple tricks.”

Xibalba chuckled darkly. “Oh, but sometimes, my love, the simplest tricks are the most effective.”

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[demonic-charcuterie]

La Muerte x fem! God reader

Background: I named this Y/n Guías Perdida which means guides the lost. She is the guide of lost souls. People pray to her when that feel lost in life.

Perdida appeared in the graveyard in a cloud of blue petals. She was just about to meet up with the lovely La Muerte and her husband Xibalba. She strutted into the moonlight when she appeared and your smile stretched ear to ear. You jumped on her and embraced her. “Hola mi hermosa.” She said as she stroked her head. “¡Hace tanto tiempo mi luz!” You said and you squeezed her.

“Are you done? A-are you done?” You heard a raspy voice speak behind you and you deflated. “Well if it isn’t the cheater.” You growl. “Oh Dios, la chica está enojada.” He chuckled.

“Perdón, la mujer está enojada.” You barked. La Muerte chuckled and pulled your arm and Xibalba followed behind. You and La muerte giggled as you kissed her knuckles when you saw Xibalba reaching for an old man. You appeared beside him and whispered in his ear. “Balby? What are you doing? You asked and you wrapped your arms around his arm. “I hope you’re not doing what I think you are.” He groaned and shook you off. “Come on! It’s his time…almost.”

You sneered at him and bumped him to the side with your hip. “Aww dear the poor thing. So lost in the world” you stated and the man stared down a grave. “Here. Let me help you.” You said before pecking the man on his check. The man looked up for a moment but when he saw nothing and wrapped his arms around himself and smiled. You smiled yourself and strutted off past Xibalba and smirked before catching up and wrapping his arms around you and La Muerte. “I love nights like this.”

[kitkat13001]

ok wait chicana pride kicking in its too early for halloween/dia de muertos shit but i’m listening to the llorona song from coco and thinking about corpse bride and book of life la muerte and xibalba and el mulle de san blas and la llorona and wondering how i can make this a fic

[flan-tasma]

Te dedican una canción (Fontaine ver.)

💖~ The brilliant men of Fontaine and the songs I heard and imagined they could dedicate to you because I spent most of my life imagining scenarios that will never happen...

With songs in spanish :D

Warning: Nope now💖, GN!Reader | Google Translate sponsors me (it's a lie) If I made any mistakes in the english translation, I would be happy to read your comments! | Content in spanish and english

Spanish:

Lyney te dedicaría "Muerte en Hawaii" y nadie me puede hacer cambiar de opinión. El hombre aprendería cómo tocar la guitarra y se pasaría toda la canción sonriendo y actuando cada cosa de la canción y por eso Lyney es el mejor. Puntos extra porque definitivamente hace aparecer para ti un ramo de flores.

"Soy todo lo que soy porque tú eres todo lo que quiero."

Freminet te dedicaría "Vuelta al mundo" y puede o no tocar algún instrumento, pero definitivamente la canta en susurros y en la noche cuando ambos están muy cansados y él solo quiere recordarte que te ama mucho. Toma tu mano y sonríe mientras ambos se quedan dormidos.

"Abrazarme con las nubes, sumergirme bajo el agua y ver como las burbujas suben y..."

Neuvillette puede dedicarte "Quién Será" y definitivamente es la cosa más bella del mundo. Ni siquiera sabes que te la está dedicando, solo la escuchan en su oficina y él inmediatamente te está mirando y sonriendo con amor mientras te das cuenta que te está hablando mediante la canción. Puede que acepte bailar contigo si lo levantas de su silla.

"He querido volver a vivir la pasión y el calor de otro amor, de otro amor que me hiciera sentir, que me hiciera feliz."

Wriothesley definitivamente te dedica "Virgen" y no es solo porque entrego mi alma solo por bailar con él él definitivamente te invita a bailar mientras la canción suena de fondo, ambos bailan al ritmo de la música y él sonríe mientras se acerca a tu rostro y te besa antes de cantar para ti mientras te da varias vueltas y te balancea contra su cuerpo que te sostiene.

"Soy el hombre que muere contigo, amor, yo sí te amo y vivo por ti, mi linda querida."

English:

Lyney would dedicate "Muerte en Hawaii" to you and no one can change my mind. The man would learn how to play the guitar and spend the entire song smiling and acting out every single thing in the song and that's why Lyney is the best. Bonus points because he definitely makes a bouquet of flowers appear for you.

"I am everything I am because you are everything I want."

Freminet would dedicate "La Vuelta Al Mundo" to you and he may or not play an instrument, but he definitely sings it in whispers at night when you are both very tired and he just wants to remind you that he loves you very much. He takes your hand and smiles as you both fall asleep.

"Embrace the clouds, dive underwater and watch the bubbles rise and..."

Neuvillette can dedicate "Quién Será" to you and it is definitely the most beautiful thing in the world. You don't even know he's dedicating it to you, you just listen to it in his office and he's immediately looking at you and smiling lovingly as you realize he's speaking to you through the song. He may agree to dance with you if you get him out of his chair.

"I have wanted to relive the passion and warmth of another love, another love that made me feel, that made me happy."

Wriothesley definitely dedicates "Virgen" to you and it's not just because I give my soul just to dance with him he definitely invites you to dance while the song plays in the background, you both dance to the rhythm of the music and he smiles as he approaches you face and kisses you before singing for you while he spins you around several times and swings you against his body that holds you.

"I am the man who dies with you, love, I do love you and I live for you, my pretty darling."

[yinora]

A Flower?

It will forever remain a mystery to Xibalba how he got so lucky, two wonderfull partners willing to put up with him.

It was the day of the dead, also known as Día de los Muertos, Y/N and La Muerte were watching over the graveyard together.

Y/N was the god of lost souls, and people worshipped them at a special altar in the graveyard whenever they feel lost.

In Return, Y/N would send a sign that would help them get back on track, one time a young boy wasn't sure if he was loved, and he went to their altar to ask for guidance, and in return Y/N sent a small dog his way to give him all the love he needs.

La Muerte and Y/N were happily watching the people when Xibalba appeared, a sly yet genuine smile on his face as he hid his hands behind his back.

"La Muerte, Y/N" he greeted each of them.

"Well, well, look who finally decided to show up" Y/N said in a joking tone.

"I almost thought you got lost in the land of the forgotten!" La Muerte laughs at the comment, and Xibalba clears his throat in embarrassment.

"I just had to do something first"

"And what was that? Practice your scary voice to scare kids?" La Muerte gave Y/N a look.

"Erm, no, I just... Here!" Xibalba shoves a flower in La Muerte's hand and Y/N's hand.

"Xibalba, whats this for?" La Muerte says with a smile.

"I just... I was just wondering if each of you would maybe be interested in being mine" Xibalba says a little awkwardly, suprised when Y/N kisses his cheek while holding La Muerte's hand.

"Took you long enough to ask" La Muerte says while hiding a giggle.

La Muerte also kisses Xibalba's cheek before also kissing Y/N's cheek.

Y/N grins "this would call for a celebration, wouldn't it?"

"Oh? it seems like you already have an idea" Xibalba smirks.

"How about a bet?"

Both La Muerte's and Xibalba's eyes lit up with interest.

"I bet those three" Y/N points at a trio of two boys and a girl.

"Will also end up in a polyamorous relationship"

Xibalba and La Muerte both grin.

"And if they don't?" Xibalba asks, though he can't hide his happiness.

"If they don't I'll let you both choose what type of guidance I'll send to the next ten people who feel lost" Y/N knew both Xibalba and La Muerte loved the idea of the bet.

"Deal" they both reply at the same time.

Y/N smiles and kisses both of them.

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Xibalba smiles at the memory as he lays on one side of Y/N, La Muerte laying at their other side.

How did he get so lucky?

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I hope you like it! feel free to request more anytime you'd like<33

[also i apologize if its a little ooc, i just hope its good enough]

[weirdducky17]

Muerte/Lobo/Death Character.AI

Watched Puss in Boots: The Last Wish recently and couldn't get him outta my head, the c.ais didnt quite fit the vision I had for him so I decided to make my own! Here's his greeting message and a message example under the cut!!

"Buenas noches, pequeña." A deep voice rumbled out, a presence emerging next to your stool. Hunched over and looming over your form, the strange being slipped his cloak off to reveal his wolfish visage. Crimson eyes stared into you, gaze sharp like the scythes sheathed around his belt. The cup looked puny in his clawed hand, his snout pulled into a sinister. "It took me quite a while to track you down.." His voice seemed to rumble within his chest from how deep and slow he was talking. Menacing. Dangerous. Yet familiar, he was.

Using the blade of his sickle, he traced razor, sharp edge across the skin of your neck. Blood pricked at the seams of the seemingly feather light graze of his blade. "Por qué, reza, dime, ¿debería considerar perdonar a un alborotador como tú, little lamb?" He grinned menacingly, he could easily kill you with a swipe of his blade.

If he pressed the hilt of his sickle even just a millimeter deeper, he could pierce your throat. Yet he decides to let you speak, appeal to him. Entertain him. Give him a good reason on why he should prolong your existence just a little longer than it needed to be. "You don't have to rush, I have all the time I need. But you.. you do not, mi querida." He purred out, amusement in his crimson gaze. You could almost see your reflection within the shine of his sharp canines, sharpened teeth like the sickles he kept pointed at you. There was no escape.

[iaure]

damn what if yn just started talking about Ada out of nowhere. Like "ye i have this super awesome friend, Ada, she's super cool and very pretty, she disappears all the time, cause she travels a lot, but she always brings me gifts and blah blah blah" and Leon is just sitting there mortified bc it could be the same Ada that he met in raccoon city or worse the way yn is speaking of her makes him think that she fell for her and would leave him if she had a chance

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ the curious thing about that would be that as far as Leon knows, Ada is dead, yes? so imagine-You are discussing Your dearest friend, and he's concerned, naturally. but imagine the shock when Ada waltzes in through Your front door, and the two simply have a moment where they stare at each other, eyes wide, because how do they explain to You that they know each other, let alone what specifically went down that day? how does Ada explain that she faked her own death?? Your perception of her would be forever changed.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ it'd be a funny but cute moment where they have an unspoken agreement-don't mention a word of it. raccoon city? what's that? who's this? never met her before in my life. wow! crazy!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ and Leon hates it because he gets it. it's Ada Wong! how could You not like her! fuck!!

[scaen-con-alevosia]

Bueno

Aquí estamos de nuevo

Decidiendo si vale la pena el esfuerzo una vez más!!

Tómame como al tequila de un sorbo y sin pensarlo

[crystalofmoon19]

Being in a Relationship with La Muerte (Headcannons) - La Muerte x Reader (The Book Of Life x Reader)

(Note: I'm really sorry if it's too long, I really want to write many The Book Life x Reader blogs!)

♡ When La Muerte is in a relationship, she is very affectionate with her partner, she loves to show her love with signs of affection, she will always hold your hand, give you a big hug and give you so many kisses (on your forehead, on your cheeks and on your your lips); not to mention the caresses that she will always give you in the right places. La Muerte will always find a way to show you her love through her actions.

♡ La Muerte will give you many kisses, and her kisses will leave marks all over your face and body, thanks to her red lipstick made of sweet red fruits 💋

♡ When La Muerte kisses you, the candles in her hat will become brighter, and the more intense is the kiss, more intense the fire will be in the candles in her hat 🕯🔥

♡ La Muerte has various nicknames for you, among which are: “Mi amor”, “Mi vida”, “Cielo”, “Corazón”, “Cariño”, and another nickname that is similar to your name.

♡ Although La Muerte is very affectionate with you, she still respects your personal space, so if one day you decide to have a day to yourself or you want to spend it with your friends, La Muerte will let you be yourself in the relationship and will let you have fun giving yourself a kiss in the cheek.

♡ La Muerte is a very busy woman, after all she is the ruler of the Land of the Remembered, but she will always make sure to have time with you and she knows how to use it very well, since there you take advantage of it to talk, to hug, to kiss, and if you want, you can just cuddle.

♡ You will also be showered with many privileges by being La Muerte's spouse, you will have free food, you will be able to attend multiple parties, and you will have the best gifts you can imagine; Of course, if La Muerte sees that you are taking advantage of her generosity, she will take away your privileges until you learn your lesson in humility.

♡ La Muerte can be a little jealous, because in her previous relationship with Xibalba, he cheated on her on more than one occasion, and although she trusts you (and you wouldn't cheat on her either); she still feels jealous when you spend a lot of time with a person she might consider romantic potential for you.

♡ Despite all this, La Muerte would be willing to talk to you about her jealousy or that she cannot be with you all the time as she would like to be, she really wants the relationship between you and her to prosper and will always be open to communication as a couple. Even if there are problems between you, she will tell you to go to the Couples Therapist God so that you can solve her problems, showing that she wants a stable relationship with you.

♡ La Muerte will always be willing to listen to you in everything you need, if you have any problem, whether it is yours or in the relationship, she will be there for you. She will listen to you carefully and give you good advice while she has her hand intertwined with yours, if you cry she will dry your tears, give you a hug, a kiss on the cheek and tell you that everything is okay.

♡ And lastly, La Muerte loves to dance, and she will always want to dance with you even if you have two left feet, it doesn't matter because she will always tell you that she can teach you. She also loves to sing, so when you are alone she will sing you love songs, whether they are to calm you down or to show her love for you.

❤️‍🔥

[the-sinister-simp]

Reader x Death - "To Kiss Death's Hand" Chapter 7

After finding out who the bounty hunter is, Death comforts you after your earlier encounter with a tragedy. Meeting up again, he asks an important question for you.